Joy doesn't get the chance to report back

I didn’t exactly doze off with Noah laying on top of me, but I did close my eyes and felt like sleep could come at any time. Noah must have felt the same as he remained on top of me, breathing deeply and steadily. Even feeling his cock shrink and pull out of me wasn’t enough of a shock to pull me fully back to the conscious world. I did feel the occasional quake of pleasure rush through me, centered on my nipples crushed onto the floor or my pussy pushed up on display.

Eventually, when Noah got up, I heard the walls start working again. I let myself relax, assuming I’d be dressed as easily as I’d been disrobed. I was therefore surprised when the cylindrical arms wrapped around my waist again and lifted me into the air. Looking behind me I saw Noah standing spread eagled with his arms outstretched as one mechanical arm sprayed him with soapy water and the other washed him down with a big fluffy sponge. It seems the machine had one task for me before washing though as I was tilted forward, almost upside down, and felt something push into me. Again, I felt a fullness where I hadn’t realized I felt empty. Only then did the soapy water and sponges start cleaning me.

The machine did a thorough and relaxing job. It even cleaned and dried the floor and wedge. Once the machine was finished with me, I was laid out on the floor in the same position with my ass raised up in the air. Getting up onto my elbows I looked back and saw that Noah was fully dressed. He crouched down and gave me a soft kiss while cupping my cheek. “There see? Our process is productive but has room for romance. Go ahead and rest up. When you’re ready, the stall will dress you and you’ll be able to go about your day.”

When Noah stood and casually walked out the door, I saw a lone man walking deeper down the hallway. I didn’t give it much thought, assuming I’d just missed seeing his birth coupling partner. Once the door closed, I rested my cheek on my folded hands again. This wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position I’d ever been in, but it was better than getting dressed and having to walk back to see Juniper. I briefly wondered if I’d actually need to see Juniper again. She’d undoubtedly want me to re-live that entire experience again and I’d rather just have some time in private to work through everything. But that’s when I realized I didn’t know where I was. I could probably use Eileen to get me home, but I didn’t want to rely on that and end up lost. Or worse.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door open behind me. Realizing that whoever was walking in would get quite the eyeful from my position, I moved up onto my elbows planning to stand and cover myself. Two things happened simultaneously that took the wind from my sails. First, I felt the plug in my pussy pull free. It was such a foreign feeling that I gasped and stopped moving, trying to get used to this now empty feeling. Second, I felt and heard someone kneel down behind me, between my spread legs.

When I felt a hand rub down my back Eileen’s voice spoke up in my head as well as an informational pallet open up in front of my eyes. “This is Nicholas Tylar. He is a surgeon third class at the city hospital. He was medically cleared on September 22nd, last ejaculated May 30th during a birth coupling, and has a sperm count of 91%. He has a very high birthing compatibility, enjoys reading as a hobby, has 10,529 credits available, and has a wealth and social index score of 54. Please enjoy your coupling, Joy.”

The hand on my back didn’t press down hard enough to push me back to the floor. But when it was combined with the man pushing his harness into my still wet pussy, I felt all the strength leave me and fell to the floor anyway. I felt a grunt push involuntarily out of me as Nicholas started systematically pushing in and out. This was almost the opposite of Noah’s gentle romancing. This didn’t feel cruel or mean, it simply felt mechanical. Insert part A into slot B, slide in and out until ejaculate C is deposited deep in slot B. Beyond the humiliation of feeling like a piece of meat, a thing to be used, and the thought of being bred like a cow or prized sow, I was still dealing with the embarrassment of experiencing sex on this side of the gender gap. Only this time, the pleasure that Noah used to cover up and mask that embarrassment was completely missing, leaving me to feel drowned in it.

As tears started to well up in my eyes I heard Eileen’s voice again. Her voice always sounded friendly in my head, but this time it sounded downright motherly and concerned. “Joy, your coupling can only succeed with your experiencing an orgasm. This gives the highest chance of insemination. As you do not seem able to bring yourself to orgasm during coupling, I will assist you.”

And that’s where my world split into two. On one level I was laid out on the floor, waist raised high, with a man behind me. He was thick, hard, and humping me with the regularity of someone churning butter with his hands gripped around my waist for grip. The other level was Eileen taking me for a ride. I now recognized her hand in sparking pleasure from my clitoris and nipples. It didn’t feel as good as an actual hand bringing those pleasures on, but it still felt overwhelmingly good. And Eileen didn’t stop there. I hadn’t yet heard this man behind me say anything, but Eileen fed Noah’s breathing and grunting into my ears. Even lying with my breasts flat on the floor I swear I could feel the grip and warmth of Noah’s arms wrapped around me, and even the ghost kisses of his lips on the back of my neck and shoulders.

Everything Eileen did was working. I felt my pleasure slowly rising as a light sweat started to break out all over my body. All my senses were being touched, and whether they were in reality or just inside my head didn’t seem to affect the outcome. Like a cow being led down a chute in a slaughterhouse, I felt like I was being directed against my will toward an inevitable end. It didn’t matter that this end would be another explosive orgasm, it was still something I didn’t want to experience and had no hand in continuing or stopping.

My best recollection is that Noah and I were in the coupling room for forty minutes. He’d made the experience long lasting and wonderful. Eileen made sure I orgasmed with Nicholas in less than ten minutes, and he was gone just two minutes later, leaving me plugged, cleaned, and gasping for breath while my orgasm continued to echo through my body.

Just as my thoughts were coming together, my breathing was returning to normal, and my legs stopped trembling, I heard the door open behind me again. My internal “Oh no, Not Again!” was overpowered by Eileen’s happy voice and informational pallet “This is Wayne Tibby. He is a mass transit mechanic fifth class and works for Angel City. He was medically cleared on April 5th of this year, last ejaculated yesterday during a birth coupling, and has a sperm count of 76%. He has a very high birthing compatibility, enjoys playing quidditch as a hobby, has 86 credits available, and has a wealth and social index score of 7. Please enjoy your coupling, Joy. And don’t worry, I’ll help you orgasm as quickly as last time.”

Eileen wasn’t joking as I felt her magical touch between my legs and on my chest even before she finished giving me Wayne’s information. I still hadn’t fully come down from my last orgasm leaving my arms wobbly and weak and evidently incapable of lifting me more than a couple inches off the floor. As soon as the plug slid out of me and Wayne replaced it with his admittedly larger manhood, I just let go. My strength wasn’t enough to fight against this and seemed barely strong enough to deal with it mentally and spiritually.

It wasn’t until after my eighth coupling, several hours later, that the rest period was long enough for me to get out. All told I was now filled with the sperm deposits of Noah Merlyn, Nicholas Tylar, Wayne Tibby, Aden Lon, Levi Elvin, Shaun Kennith, Geoffrey Monk, and Robert Fulton. I don’t’ know if knowing their names made this better or worse. More, or less, humane. Their only common traits were a high or very high birth compatibility and, except for Noah, a no-nonsense method of coupling. After each encounter I was left trembling and quaking while we were both cleaned. My ‘partner’ would walk out wordlessly as I was plugged and laid back in my exposed position while I frantically tried to catch my breath. Before I could recover enough though, the next man walked in.

The room would pull the plug from my still wet pussy, they’d mount me, and Eileen would take me on an admittedly magical ride. In that sense, I felt like I’d been made love to by Noah eight times. Of course, I also realized I was made love to once and mated with an additional seven times. They all orgasmed when I did, varying between a short of less than ten minutes, and with Shaun a long of over 30 minutes. That time I had tried my best to NOT orgasm, to get the system to break down. It’s the only time I heard any of my ‘partners’ speak, and it was simply Shaun saying “Assistance.”

The room we were in provided just that. I was lifted a little higher as something came out of the wedge below me. As it started to rub directly over my clitoris, one of the mechanical arms came out of the wall to lift my torso up while another came out what I can only now think of as two nipple tormentors. Two cup shaped devices that felt like they were full of tiny needles, brushes, and suckers were fitted over my nipples and put to work. Between those, the clitoral stimulator, Shaun continuing to mechanically pump away, and of course Eileen turning every sensation up to 11, I eventually was overpowered and **** into another inevitable orgasm and insemination.

I’m still overwhelmed even as I’m as emotionally confused as I’ve ever been. Between the physical act and Eileen’s enhancements I can’t deny that every coupling felt amazing. A female orgasm is just as amazing as I’d ever read about or imagined, and each one truly left me breathless. I considered myself a good lover before and probably brought my woman to orgasm during normal sex about half the time. I tried to always make sure she came, but sometimes it was with my hands or tongue after I’d finished ahead of her. Most of them told me I was the rare exception as most men couldn’t or wouldn’t bring them to orgasm. Now I’m the opposite. Eight straight sessions of sex, and eight mind blowing orgasms. All in less than a single afternoon. And it couldn’t be coincidence that each man, Noah, Nicholas, Wayne, Aden, Levi, Shaun, Geoffrey, and Robert, all orgasmed at the same time I did. That had to be tied into the whole coupling process.

When my body finally feels like I can move it without falling down and my breathing slows enough that I can speak, I push myself up into a kneeling position. Not knowing how any of this worked, I just tried what came to mind first. “Eileen, I’m done. No more couplings. Please get me dressed and let me out of here.”

The mechanical arms come out of the wall, gently lift me up, and get a fresh set of pants, top, socks, and shoes on. When I turn toward the door, I notice the plug is still in me like some kind of lewd sex toy. I notice as I clench down on it, that it’s being somehow held in me. “Umm… Eileen? This… uh… room… it left the plug in me.”

Eileen’s maddeningly happy voice answered “Of course Joy, that is to ensure all sperm stays inside you. I can unlock it so that you can remove it, but you’ll have to be in the approved position to avoid any spillage.”

Not having any desire at all to find out what exact position that would be, I simply shake my head and go through the door. While walking down the hall I see another lone man walking in. An information pallet opens up next to him, along with the silly cartoon hearts popping above his head, giving me all of his details including the fact that we were highly compatible. But where it would have stated that our WINII’s were being automatically connected, the pallet had a question “Would you like to connect for coupling?”

Without even thinking about it I shook my head negatively. As soon as I did, the information pallet and hearts disappeared just in time for the man to walk past me undisturbed. I waited until I was outside and heading down the street, back to the refreshment bar, to ask about the difference. “Eileen, why didn’t you automatically connect me to the compatible man. What was the difference between him and the others earlier in the day?”

I’m not sure if it was my imagination or not, but Eileen almost sounded like she was talking down to me. Like she was telling a child that the world was round or that the sky was blue. “You had not had your first coupling before, leaving you open to all high or very high compatible couplings. Now that you’ve experience the required couplings for your first fertile day, any further coupling activity will be at your discretion.”

I have so many questions but want to stay on this subject for the moment. “So, I don’t have to have any more couplings for this…” I paused, trying to remember the vernacular I’d heard used to describe all these technical aspects “…for this fertility period?”

Now I’m sure. Eileen does sound like she’s talking down to me, as if I should know this. “No Joy, your count will reset twenty-four hours after your last coupling. You will then be automatically matched and connected with any possible birth couplings that have a high or very high compatibility rating.”

In for a penny, in for a pound, right? If she’s going to think I’m stupid, I may as well accept it and get the all the information I can. “And what is the required couplings per twenty-four-hour period? Just enough to keep them all discretionary and not automatically connected?”

I had to reach out and lean against the pole of streetlight as a wave of faintness took me over upon hearing Eileen’s cheery answer. “Seven couplings is your minimum to keep them discretionary in a given twenty-four-hour period. Although, for your six-day fertility period, you are expected to have sixty couplings. If on your last day of fertility, you have not experienced a full sixty couplings, due either to your discretionary decisions or a lack of available options, your standards will be reduced, and you’ll be automatically connected with any possible coupling partner that has anything above a ‘Very Low’ compatibility rating.”

If that happened, I’d be automatically connected to every man I came near as I’d yet to see anybody described as a very low compatibility. I have to get out of here!