The Breeding Machine [OC] [Incest] [Coercion] [Kidnapping]

We never knew what happened before we awoke in this morbid facility, heads burning, hands tied. The floor was cold and mottled, leaving an imprint in my cheek as I struggled to my knees. I’ll always remember that first gasp of stagnant air, the scent of sweat and fear clung to my esophagus like tar. That was four months ago.

Back then, our minds were swimming with murky recollections of our past life, our normal life, like the shores down by the beach at night. It was one of your favourite spots. Of course, I remember that now, but four months ago all I knew was that there was something ominous about the water. And a voice I could only recently identify.

“Don’t touch the water” said the voice “Don’t you and your sister go down by the beach at night, I couldn’t bare to lose either of you”. That was our dad. Ever since our cousin Eloise went missing in the water, your favourite spot was off limits. If only dad knew. She never did go missing in the water. She was taken here, six months ago, just one of hundreds of our helpless and hopeless inmates.

The memories return slowly. There are some of our childhood together – bike rides with our parents, tamagotchems or something for christmas, your favourite cereal, which I almost always finished before you could. Memories of a family holiday, but I can’t tell where. Your 19th birthday, but I can’t tell when. Something about school, but the faces are blurred. I hate it. Everything we knew is incomplete, and just out of reach. Not that any of that matters now – it’s all long gone. Everything outside is gone. It’s been four months living inside this post-apocalyptic industrial human cattle farm, our only time outside being the big circular courtyard at the centre. No contact from the outside world. Why aren’t our parents coming to get us? Do they know where we are? Are they still alive?

One thing we do know is that we have each other, and our name tags definitely share the same last name, so at least our memories aren’t completely erased. Christ.

And then there’s the “breeding machine”.

It’s exactly what it sounds like, and it’s what this facility is all about. No sane world could let this thing exist, but this is not the same world we fell asleep in. Here’s how it works: Two people (one male, one female) enter, then they’re left alone for an hour, and they come out again. If the girl doesn’t come out pregnant, you aren’t fed for 48 hours. Either of you. It drives people insane! How inhumane is that? Crazy right? Forced breeding, it’s so fucked up. Oh, but it gets worse! Every single ‘double’, as they’re called, is related. Closely. Related. 

We’ve seen so many fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, cousins, and even siblings just like us, enter the breeding machine. Always under the watchful eye of the overseers. Slowly, they all come around; You see them reason with each other, make their decision, and come out to a warm plate of food. But the overseers aren’t all evil, no no. You see, you’re rewarded for trying! Maybe you can’t get your sister or your daughter pregnant on the first try, that’s perfectly fine! As long as you mate with each other, cum inside your sister, cum inside your daughter, and present the evidence to your overseer. Then you get dinner, and an all expenses paid trip to try again next week. Some people resist, but going without food for 48 hours every week, for months on end… it drives people to do interesting things. Some doubles even seem eager to try it the very first time around.

They’ll ease you into it though. Every double shares a cell – it’s nicer than a prison cell though, I’ll give them that. Nicer than the admissions office we woke up in for sure. Soft carpet, sizable room, pleasant scent, comfy bed. That is bed, singular, because every double shares one bed. They also bring us clean clothes every day – the only catch is that I collect your clothes, you collect mine, and we have to dress each other. It’s an odd phenomenon, but seeing each other naked every single day becomes pretty comfortable pretty fast. And, obviously, there’s the small but inevitable issue of getting horny, and masturbating in the same room, while your cellmate hears everything. At first, seeing your own sibling getting off in the shared bed is a weird and uncomfortable experience. Four months on, and we’re in that bed side by side while we play. Sometimes we hold hands out of solidarity, while the other of our hands is busy. I feel your grip tense up as you bring yourself to a climax, and the gentle release as you feel the post-cum relief wash through your body.

Oh trust me, it still feels wrong. Some things will never change – you’ll always be my innocent little sister, no matter what happens. No matter what. I keep telling myself that.

But now, that will be put to the ultimate test. Now, after four months in the queue, it’s our first week. Every week, from this point onwards, we will hold hands and enter the breeding chamber as brother and sister.

And we will have a choice to make…

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