Chapter 9

Nothing about IW was at all enthralling to Rain, yet it was a requirement, one she’d been taught not to take lightly. There was lubricant available from a pump on the wall near the chair where 24C was presented to her, but she didn’t use it. With some of the other men, she had to. With him, she could usually find enough pleasure to go without. Something about rubbing the oily substance on her private area before she went about her duties seemed even more vile than the practice session itself.

With her knees on either side of his hips on the chair, she took a deep breath and pushed up, grabbing hold of his manhood and working it inside of her. It took her a few moments as she certainly wasn’t aroused, and it had been a few days since she’d visited IW, but after about a minute, she had him entirely inside of her and let go with her hands so that she could take hold of the two handles on either side of his shoulders. She had heard some of the women liked to touch the men, to run their hands down their bare chests while they thrust, but she preferred to keep her hands on the chair and her mind elsewhere as she worked her pelvis up and down on top of 24C, praying he’d had enough dosage of the medication the men were given to shoot his seed quickly and get it over with. Thank goodness this wasn’t the real thing and she was protected by her implant. Once it was for real, and there was a chance she could actually end up a Mother at the end of all of this, she had a feeling that the fear of conceiving would leave her so uninterested that she wouldn’t want to move her hips at all and would just sit there for hours until the medics came in to check on her.

Occasionally, Rain would come down in such a way that 24C’s manhood would rub her in a pleasurable way. She generally didn’t try to duplicate that sensation, though, once she found it. Obviously, the smiles on those other girls’ faces were due to their ability to consistently feel the tingling sensations brought on by the perfect stroke, but Rain had never felt comfortable moaning and groaning on top of a man the way some of the other girls did. She’d heard them discuss it, heard them say how it showed their dominance. To Rain, it just seemed like a sign of weakness to let a man know he was capable of providing such pleasure, especially if all he was doing was sitting there.

Men always enjoyed it, though. Rain was certain of that. All girls were taught that from their very first lessons about IW, at the age of twelve, even though they wouldn’t actually start taking part in the practice sessions until they were eighteen. The Mothers were very clear about how to tell when a man was enjoying himself. “If his manhood is hard and thick, he is happy. If he grunts or groans, he is happy. When he shoots his seed, he is happy.” Essentially, there wasn’t anything about the process men didn’t like, and for a moment, she wondered what it must be like for the men in IW waiting to have their numbers selected. She knew that they had to be chosen so many times per month or else they would be considered undesirable, which meant they’d be taken to the Bridge, so they had to be somewhat competitive for that reason alone, she figured. How they celebrated getting their number called, she imagined, was something akin to the dances the women did when they did particularly well on an assignment at school or received a promotion.

Rain checked the time and saw that she’d been in the room for eight minutes. The red glow from the clock didn’t radiate from off the wall, so it did nothing to cut through the darkness. She wished it would. She didn’t want to stare at the outline of 24C’s head beneath the shadow sock, nor did she want to look at the muscles of his chest as they contracted and retracted with each of her thrusts. It wasn’t that he wasn’t an attractive man. He was definitely well-built. All the men of IW had to be. In fact, of the several dozen she’d been with, he was, in her opinion, the most attractive. It was simply that she didn’t care to stare at someone who couldn’t see her back, and doing so almost made it seem as if there was more to 24C than a large manhood attached to a dark outline strapped to a cold, leather chair.

At ten minutes, he made a soft moaning sound. She’d been with him enough times to know 24C wasn’t very vocal, and this meant he was almost done. Glad she could soon head home and talk to Mist about the situation that had unfolded the day before, Rain concentrated, tightening her muscles around his manhood and rocking harder and faster until 24C grunted again and then the familiar feeling of warm liquid spread inside of her.

Relieved, Rain dismounted as quickly as she could, waiting until 24C was pulled back through the wall to grab the wipes supplied to them on the wall next to the lubricant and clean herself up. She wiped down her hands as well and then threw the wipes in the bin, pulling her gown down around her and heading for the exit, glad that was over for a few more days.

The bright lights from the hallway stung her eyes slightly. She looked around, half thinking she might see Mother White standing nearby. Glad that she didn’t, she rushed into the changing room, thankful not to see anyone else at all. As she went, she looked down at her hands to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. The last thing she wanted was a man’s sticky seed staining her hands. A sense of relief washed over her as Rain saw her hands were perfectly clean.