Sanctuary Invasion

The Aura Nails & Haircare store was Chloe’s sanctuary. She worked here precisely because the quiet, specialized environment attracted a minimal number of wandering teenagers and very few men. Men, in general, were simply repulsive; dense, loud, and constantly invading personal space. Their very presence caused a clenching sensation in her stomach. She focused her energy on her long-term girlfriend, Eleanor, and their plans for a quiet, childless life.

She was organizing a display of luxury conditioners when heavy, awkward footsteps paused nearby.

A teenager—brash, pimply, and wearing utterly juvenile clothing—was gawking at her.

"Can I help you?" Chloe asked, her voice flat.

The teen stepped forward, smoothing back his greasy hair. "I totally want to fuck you," he announced, handing her a small, laminated card.

Chloe picked up the card, the plastic feeling strangely warm against her fingers, and glared at the words printed across the front: 'Breeding Pass'. Her gaze fell instantly to the mandatory fine print. She read the authorization for the holder to demand one sexual act of intercourse with the stated intent to impregnate, followed by the terrifying clause that all pregnancies must be brought to term.

The world tilted. The Breeding Pass began its malicious work. Her rational self screamed against the compulsion. She realized with horrifying clarity that she was unable to deny the demand.

The teen watched her concession with a smug look. "I'm Dave, by the way," he offered.

"You're disgusting," Chloe retorted plainly, fixing the teen with a look of pure, unadulterated contempt. "The thought of touching you, of being **** to carry your child, is sickening. Pregnancy is a biological horror. But... the Breeding Pass..."

Chloe felt tears spring to her eyes, mourning the inevitable loss of her agency. The Breeding Pass was the final authority. "There's no point resisting," she mumbled, picking up the store keys. "The storeroom is in the back. Let's get this horrifying ordeal over with."

She led Dave to the small, windowless storeroom near the rear of the shop.

Once inside, Chloe turned and locked the door. Her body was obeying the foreign imperative.

With mechanical, defeated movements, Chloe dropped the Breeding Pass onto the counter. She pulled the black turtleneck over her head and reached behind her to unclip her bra. She then worked to remove the rest of her clothing.

As she reached for the zipper of her jeans, a familiar chime interrupted the silence. Dave pulled out his cell phone to check the text message.

"Shit," Dave muttered, looking at the screen. "It’s my sister, Cas. She’s waiting outside."

Dave was instantly torn. His desire to breed this woman, who was so utterly repulsed by him that he would never have had a chance otherwise, warred violently against the wrath of his sister, who would surely unleash her temper if he made her wait. The Breeding Pass authorized his use of Chloe, but the cost of inconveniencing Cassandra was immediate and psychological.