Sarah

# A Day in the Slutbattical Program: 7:00 AM

The alarm blared at 7:00 AM, but Sarah was already awake, her cunt already slick with anticipation. Today marked her third week in the Slutbattical Program, and she'd finally mastered the art of turning her body into a high-efficiency collection vessel for national salvation.

Her morning routine was efficient: a quick shower with fertility-enhancing soap, followed by application of government-issued arousal gel that made her pussy tingle and her nipples ache for attention. She slipped into her standard issue Slutbattical uniform - a flimsy, easily removable dress with no undergarments, designed for rapid access. The fabric barely concealed her hardened nipples as she reviewed today's collection route on her government tablet.

At 8:00 AM sharp, Sarah arrived at Mr. Henderson's suburban home. His wife had already left for work, leaving the house empty for their session. As soon as the door closed, Sarah was on her knees, unzipping his trousers without preamble. His cock sprang free, already half-hard with anticipation. Sarah wrapped her lips around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper into her throat. She massaged his balls with one hand while the other teased her own clit through the thin fabric of her dress. Fifteen minutes later, she was carefully sealing his contribution in the collection vial, a trickle of semen escaping from the corner of her mouth which she dutifully wiped and consumed.

By 9:30 AM, she was at the university library, hunting for her next assignment - three pre-med students in a study room. Sarah found them hunched over textbooks, looking stressed. She locked the door behind her, lifting her dress to reveal her glistening pussy. "Gentlemen," she announced, "the National Reproduction Initiative requires your immediate contributions." Within minutes, she was bent over the table, one cock filling her mouth while another pumped into her from behind. The third student received her hand, her strokes practiced and precise. She collected each load in separate vials, her body trembling with multiple orgasms as the students emptied themselves into her waiting orifices.

At 11:00 AM came her "High-Value Donor" session - a genetically screened CEO at his downtown office. Sarah bypassed reception with her government credentials, entering the corner office where he waited. These sessions required specialized techniques to extract maximum volume. Sarah positioned herself on his leather couch, spreading her legs wide to display her swollen, glistening cunt. "I need every drop," she whispered as he entered her. She gripped his ass, pulling him deeper with each thrust, her muscles milking his shaft. When he finally came, she quickly dismounted and used the collection device to extract every possible drop from her still-pulsing pussy.

Lunch was a protein shake at 12:30 PM, consumed on a park bench while reviewing her afternoon schedule. At 1:00 PM, she was approached by a construction crew across the street. Sarah smiled, leading them behind a portable toilet where she knelt in the dirt. One by one, she serviced them, her throat accommodating their thick, calloused cocks. The roughness of their hands on her breasts, the taste of their sweat and precum - it all fueled her arousal. She collected their contributions in a special ruggedized container designed for fieldwork.

Her 3:00 PM appointment was at a fire station, where she was scheduled to service the entire shift on duty. Sarah arrived to find them already lined up, cocks in hand. She moved down the line, sucking each one until they were rock hard, then bending over to be taken from behind while continuing to service the next in line with her mouth. The collection tubes filled quickly as firefighter after firefighter emptied themselves into her mouth, pussy, and hands.

At 5:00 PM, Sarah was on a city bus, heading to her final assignment. As the vehicle lurched through traffic, she noticed a group of 19 years olds eyeing her with interest. Sarah smiled, discretely hiking up her dress to flash them her bare pussy. At the next stop, three of them followed her off. In a nearby alley, Sarah knelt, taking all three at once - one in her mouth, one in each hand. Their youthful enthusiasm resulted in impressive volumes, which she collected while still on her knees, semen dripping from her chin onto her dress.

By 7:00 PM, Sarah was exhausted but fulfilled. Her daily quota was met - 42 contributions collected in various locations throughout the city. She logged her performance metrics, her fingers sticky with residual semen as she typed. As she headed home, she passed a group of men who recognized her Slutbattical uniform. Without hesitation, she led them into a dark alleyway for one final collection, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. The future of humanity depended on women like her, and Sarah took pride in doing her part, one load at a time.