Despair

There was nothing left living for... You think bitterly in the shower. If they were going to make you a ****, then why bother? This thought is comforting, in a dark way, as you drift away in your mind. There would be no need to feel, or to think in such an abyss. With a bitter smile, you give in to your despair.

Some time later, Jackie will sneak into the shower, seeing you on your knees as the water pours over your head. "We have to get ready for school Anna!" The slight excitement in her voice stops as she sees you looking dead eyed facing forward, oblivious to to the world. She tries to shake you, but to no effect. "You are still breathing, so that is good..." however panic is starting to rise in her voice. Durra and Maya come into the room at her somewhat panicked voice. With some difficulty, they pull you into the bedroom, where you lie down. No matter their cajoling, there is nothing left inside you to answer. Eventually, Durra has to make a call on the pad. Four burly guards will answer the call, eager to punish the bad girls who are breaking the rules. You do not react as one of them flips you over and ravishes you. The moans and screams of the other girls in your room have no effect either. Jackie sobs as she calls out your name, but even as she is **** beside you, her voice cannot reach you anymore. Durra and Maya are pinned against the wall, but it has no meaning to you anymore. Only the feeling of the guard blowing his load into your womb has any effect, as you gasp slightly, you unfocused eyes not seeing, but your body still reacting to the feeling.

Days pass, with no response. Each day, for several hours, you and the other girls are ravished by the guards for not following the rules and going to school, but to no effect. Eventually, the principal moves you out of the room, and into another room. You are not the only girl with this reaction. Not that you are aware enough to notice. Every day, you are used by numerous men, unaware and unresponsive to the world. Direct orders can sometimes get you to sluggishly respond, and so you continue to eat.

Months pass, and your body swells with the growing child in you. You are still a useful resource for the program, and so you are milked daily to feed the other infants, while your swelling belly promises a new life as well. Even childbirth does not wake you from your despair, and if you could see, there would be disappointment in their eyes. But it appears as though you only have one use left.

Years pass. You failed the Program... you do not know what happened to the other girls, nor do you care. You barely even think. The odd glance shows that you are likely to give birth again soon. Who knew how many that was now? The only reaction anyone got from you was when they blew a load into your body. You do not even remember your name, only the number you are sometimes referred to. 8515 - that was all you would even be, a near brain dead breeding vessel.