8 comments/ 131115 views/ 95 favorites Primal Reproduction By: Over Stimulated Dr. Emeril Cox sat at his desk, watching Linda Foster, waiting for her response to his long description of his group fertility procedure. He'd delivered this speech so many times, each time altering it for his audience. In this instance he hadn't even been entirely sure about offering this technique to Mrs. Foster. He felt he was a good judge of character and intelligence, able to pick those who would be willing to undergo the group fertility procedure, rather than waste his time on those who wouldn't be able to understand it. A long silence always came at this point. Mrs. Foster was looking at him, trying to process what he said and then finally spoke. "It sounds like a gang-bang," she finally said. Dr. Cox was surprised at first, not expecting her to respond with such a crude word, but he covered it with a light chuckle. "Well, I can see why you'd think that, Mrs. Foster," he responded. "In fact you're not the first person to say that. And in a way you're right." Now, she looked at him somewhat surprised. "Of course I would prefer for you to not think of it in those terms. That has pornographic undertones and what we're discussing is not pornographic. We're discussing reproduction," he said and paused, seeing if his words were having any effect. "Fertility," he added and nodded his head. "The procedure is just me being..." she stopped, her eyes glancing around his office, obviously about to say a curse word, but trying to find something less profane, "... well, excuse me, for saying it, but it's just me being fucked by several men, one after the other." He repressed his urge to sigh at her for deciding to actually use profanity in his office, disappointed she hadn't corrected herself, disappointed that perhaps he had actually been wrong this one time in judging her character, her intelligence, her ability to see past her own prejudices and to that which was exceptional. "I understand your misgivings, Mrs. Foster," he said. "As I said I've heard these very things many times." He heard he was repeating himself and sat up straight. "And I've heard much worse I assure you." He smiled, waiting for his smile to spread to her lips, but it didn't. "We are not discussing pornography, or rather I am not." He heard the bitterness in his voice and caught himself, making his face more serious. "We are discussing a scientifically proven fertility treatment. You have the documentation in front of you." He pointed to the binder laying on his desk in front of her. "In there you will find the papers I've published, containing years of research, rigorous scientific research. Research that is peer-reviewed and published in the most respected journals covering the fields of biology, reproduction, and fertility treatments." She looked down at the binder, but her brows arched disapprovingly. "And of course there's also a video disc presenting much of that material in less scientific terms, explaining the procedure and its very strong basis in research and scientific method," he continued, holding himself back from wanting to drill this information into her head, to make her understand, wondering why she didn't understand as he had expected. "As you know I'm the leading fertility clinician in the country. I received the award for top fertility and reproduction physician from the National Association of Fertility Treatments and Reproductive Medicine in 2027 and the each of the four years following." Of course he didn't mention he'd paid for it, at least paid for it that first year, the other years had come from merit he told himself. "So you won... that award," she said, "for five of the past six years. What happened last year?" Dr. Cox sighed deeply. How many times had he had to answer that question? "This last year it was won by a Dr. Benson," he replied. He forced a proud grin on his lips as he continued. "He is actually a former pupil and at one time even a partner of mine. But we split ways..." "What did he win the award for?" she asked with real interest. Dr. Cox waved his hand as if to shoo away the question and the completely irrelevant answer that would follow. "Oh, it was something completely undeserving of the award and the committee is already finding themselves embarrassed as Dr. Benson has found himself in a lawsuit for the very technique he received the award for." He hoped that would be enough to end the conversation. "And what was that?" she asked anyway. Dr. Cox sighed again, showing this discussion was only wasting their time. "He developed a technique, a new age technique involving hypnotism that many have construed as mind control and he's received charges of rape from some," he blurted out quickly. "Oh... I hadn't heard of that," she said. Dr. Cox looked at her disapprovingly. She seemed to know very little about the field from which she was hoping to benefit. "It's an embarrassment to all those in our field and a somewhat personal embarrassment to myself since we were once... so close... But he strayed. I'd like to say I saw it coming. I saw something... wrong coming from him, so we parted ways, but I had no idea the direction he would go." Dr. Cox put on his friendly smile again, hoping to bury the discussion on Dr. Benson with that last comment and turning it to this own embarrassment so she wouldn't want to continue with the discussion. She nodded and smiled signaling she was done with that. "Look, Mrs. Foster, you came to me knowing you'd receive only the best, most advanced, most effective information on reproduction techniques." She was looking at him, her face starting to show she was sorry for her initial response to his ideas and his upfront discussion about an embarrassing situation for himself, seeing him now as more trustworthy. "And I assure you, Mrs. Foster, I am not a pornographer," he finished and chuckled as he sat back in his chair. She actually smiled this time and looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dr. Cox, I never meant to imply you were," she said, looking up at him, her shoulders squaring, overcoming the embarrassment with a smile. He thought he was winning her over finally. "I know you didn't Mrs. Foster. I'm just making a joke," he responded lightly. "I guess I'm just confused. This isn't what I expected when I came here," she responded. He knew that had to be a lie. Everyone that came here knew of his procedures, especially the group fertility procedure. He'd been in the news several times. He'd been vilified by religious leaders, politicians, and anyone with an ill-informed opinion and a way to voice it. Of course he'd made the news on other occasions for his innovative research, so it's possible she only knew his name but not the reasons why. "Well we offer many different procedures, all tailored for our patients' specific needs," he said, using the word 'we' though he was the only doctor there. "We don't offer the group fertility procedure to everyone, only those whom we think it will offer the most benefit and to those we deem open-minded, logical, reasonable, and dedicated to personal reproduction enough to attempt it." He let that last part sink in, a slight poke at her pride. "But we offer more traditional procedures as well. Though, nothing we do here is traditional. My research has led to techniques and methods far beyond what anyone could consider truly 'traditional.' But by traditional I mean the more common, and less successful, techniques such as in-vitro fertilization." "How much more successful would your group technique be as compared to the more 'traditional' techniques?" she asked. "It depends Mrs. Foster," he answered. "For certain fertility problems the difference is negligible and in such a case I wouldn't recommend it. But for cases such as yours I've documented up to 30% increase in successful fertilization and up to 50% increase in full term and healthy pregnancy." "Wow," she said, her eyes growing larger. "Yes, the numbers don't lie," he said, smiling at her. But of course numbers don't lie, people do, and people, especially those good with numbers, can make the numbers come out as they want. She touched the binder as if she was going to open it but she didn't. "I guess I should read about it. I need to talk it over with my husband. But I'm very reluctant to even consider it and I know he will be as well," she said. "I understand that, Mrs. Foster. I'd be happy to talk to both of you... if he can find the time to come in to talk with us," he said, the smile never leaving his lips. "These are issues you'd have to discuss with each other." She was silent, looking at the binder, then to the side, questions obviously in her mind. "You can ask me anything you want. That's why I'm here," he reassured her. "Well," she said, obviously searching for the right words to ask. "I don't understand how having sex with many men is necessary to increase my chances of fertilization and successful full-term pregnancy. How is that better than in-vitro?" "I understand," he said, nodding. "Well, with in-vitro as you know we take one of your eggs from your body, we fertilize it, then place the fertilized egg inside of you, roughly speaking. The problems here are easy to see, all involved with the more unnatural side of this procedure: removing the egg from its environment, fertilizing it mechanically, then placing it back. All of these steps require force and none of these have anything to do with how the human body naturally reproduces. Now, this doesn't mean this isn't a good technique for many women. But no matter the specific situation, the group fertility technique offers marked improvements." "I still don't understand," she said. Of course she didn't. He was being deliberately vague, trying to lead her to his way of thinking. "Let me continue then," he said. "Evolutionary reproductive biology has made tremendous strides in the past couple of decades. I myself have been a leader in this field." He smiled proudly. "First and foremost we must always remember that sex is merely a method for reproduction. That it's very pleasurable is an evolutionary development. Naturally those species that find that act of reproducing the most pleasurable will reproduce more. We as humans have separated the act of sexual pleasure from that of reproduction but biologically speaking they are very much linked." She nodded, listening but waiting for him to get to his point. "But," he continued, "while we humans may often have sex for physical pleasure, the true purpose, the underlying biological need is for reproduction, for sending a sperm into an egg." "So," she interrupted, "the idea is to just pump as much sperm into me as possible?" Dr. Cox held back a disappointed frustrated sigh, and smiled instead. This woman was really trying his patience. "In part yes," he said, taking her by surprise again. "But this is not just a matter of pumping large amounts of sperm into you." He chuckled and continued. "If we were to compare the group fertility procedure to a method inserting an analogous amount of sperm into a woman, the group fertility procedure shows much higher percentage of success, up to 40% greater." He smiled to himself, seeing interest come back into her eyes. "So what's the difference?" she asked. "I'm glad you asked," he said, leaning forward, enjoying explaining his science to her. "In part we have sperm competition. We know that males are aroused by watching other males have sex, even having sex with their own mates. That's why men watch pornography. They don't necessarily imagine themselves with the woman they are watching, though they do that as well. But they are just aroused by watching other people having sex. And they have a desire to compete against that male and inseminate that woman themselves, spreading his own genetic code. And this desire allows a man to create more sperm in a single ejaculation than he would otherwise." He paused letting the impact of that last statement make his point. She nodded but didn't respond, so he continued. "So each man involved in a group sex situation will create more sperm per ejaculation. Also he'll become aroused sooner than he would alone and will find it easier to become aroused enough to ejaculate more times as compared to being alone. Also, my research has determined that the individual sperm are more viable. They have increased mobility and motility." "So this is all about having men creating more and better sperm?" she asked, interested but still very skeptical. "In large part, yes, but there's more to it. We only have to compare the male and female orgasms. Men typically have a single orgasm during a sexual experience. The group fertility procedure allows them to have more orgasms and more fertile ejaculations. The same happens for a woman. Women have evolved the ability to have multiple orgasms." Here he paused as he always did when he reached this part. "Of course not all women have multiple orgasms. It's possible for most women, even for those who have not done it yet." He looked to see her response and could tell that she did not have them. "So women are evolutionarily designed to have intercourse for longer periods of time than a single man, naturally leading to the idea that they should have multiple partners. And my research has found that as a woman's pleasure increases, and as she's penetrated by different partners during a single sexual experience her body unleashes more of the hormones necessary to create a womb friendly to a fertilized egg." She looked at him skeptically so he wound up his explanation. "So while having multiple male partners increases the number of viable sperm on the male side, on the female side it creates a womb better for that fertilized egg. I'm sure you can see how this would create an increase in successful reproduction as compared to the more mechanical and much less natural in-vitro." He made sure to stress the word 'natural,' knowing how people were drawn to those things described as 'natural' or 'organic' despite what the words meant in a specific situation. "I think I understand what you're saying," she said, leaning back in her chair, thinking about it. "I guess I just don't understand why it would be that much better than in vitro which ensures that an egg is fertilized." He smiled and nodded. "I understand your reservations. All I can do is point to the research." He pointed to the binder on his desk. "The research doesn't lie." She nodded. "So how exactly is the procedure performed?" she asked. "I've found the best way is to separate the woman from the male insemination volunteers. I've devised a simple divider wherein the woman is basically laying in one room with her lower body in another room where she cannot see the men and they cannot see her. While not ideal from an evolutionary and scientific standpoint, I've found the anonymity makes it much more comfortable for all parties, especially the female," he said. She frowned, obviously not liking the image in her head. "Pictures are included in the binder. Nothing pornographic I assure you," he said. "But I don't want to be impregnated by just any man. I want my husband's child," she responded. "Of course you do," he said. "I was assuming you had read of my research in this area." "I guess I haven't," she said. Dr. Cox hid his growing anger at this woman who seemed to have no knowledge and no respect for him and his work. "After certain political and religious institutions put a stop to research on fertilized eggs, thus stopping all research on altering and improving eggs in the womb, research continued on altering the genetic code of the sperm and the eggs. As you know we were able to greatly lower the chances for certain diseases and illnesses by altering the sperm and unfertilized eggs, which no one could argue successfully was tampering with actual life." She nodded. "Good," he said, "We extended this research and we can actually inject the genetic structure of one man into the sperm of other men." "What do you mean?" she asked, sitting up straight, interested again. "We can take a sperm sample from your husband," he said. "Then we can insert that genetic information into the sperm of the insemination volunteers involved in the procedure so that all of their sperm contains your husband's genetic information." "Wow," she said, now genuinely surprised again. "Yes," he smiled. "Now, this we can only do to sperm that are already formed, not every sperm the volunteers will make. So the men we use must be injected the day before the procedure, then they are good for a day or two." "That's interesting," she said. "Thank you," he responded proudly. He sat there quietly, letting her think. He was feeling his frustration with her dissipate as she now finally saw at least some of the genius in his work and perhaps would be persuaded to undergo his group fertility procedure. In his mind he was already seeing her laying on his table, her upper body only visible, moving back and forth from the force of the men fucking her on the other side of the barrier. He saw a group of men, each man naked with erection standing out, waiting patiently for his turn, while one man then another then another, entered her, thrust into her again and again, until each man plunged deep inside her, emptying himself into her. He felt that squirming in his stomach and shifted in his chair. He was becoming aroused. He tried to not look at her low-cut blouse showing two ample breasts that would surely shake wonderfully as she was fucked and forced himself to look over her shoulder, still lingering longingly on the curve of her bare neck. "I still don't think this is for us," she finally said. He looked back at her, the shock of a negative response washing out those luscious images. "Pardon me?" he asked, letting a bit of anger and disappointment come out in his voice for the first time during their discussion. "I just don't think this is something I'm willing to do. And I know it's something my husband wouldn't want," she said. "It just sounds... disgusting." He looked at her and imagined himself leaning across the desk, yelling at her, telling her she was disgusting, that she didn't understand, that she was a stupid cunt who didn't understand the exceptional gift he was offering her. "I understand," he said, pushing away all emotion, feeling himself becoming cool towards her, but unable to do anything about it. "We can certainly work with you on that. We can perform the in-vitro. We have developed some exciting techniques analogous to what we've just discussed that will increase your chances for successful pregnancy as well." He couldn't stand to have her in his office anymore. He stood up. "All of the information is in the binder. Please look it over with your husband and get back to us when you determine what you're comfortable with." Dr. Cox was looking down at her, wanting her out of his office before he became more angry with her, with her ignorance and lack of respect. "Thank you, doctor," she said, standing up nervously. She grabbed the binder, shook his hand quickly, and left his office. Dr. Cox stood still by his desk for several minutes, images flooding his mind of things he would do to her, none of them pleasant for her, all punishment for her treatment of him and his genius. He clenched his jaw and hoped that she would call back. He'd get her back. He'd prove who was disgusting. The next day Dr. Cox was feeling much better. After his meeting with Linda Foster he'd cancelled his other appointments for the afternoon, too angry to be able to talk reasonably with his patients. But the next morning he had no consultations, just a procedure to perform with Mrs. Angela Davis. She was a beautiful 25-year old woman whom he'd judged perfectly on their first meeting and who had been entirely open to everything he said. Her husband, George Davis, had been hesitant, but he was used to doing what his wife wanted and had agreed. Primal Reproduction He was looking forward to this procedure, to seeing Mrs. Davis, to helping her achieve her desire for motherhood, to show his genius that he felt all should have accepted by now. He'd selected the male insemination volunteers last week himself. He enjoyed selecting the men for each patient, finding those that would be aesthetically pleasing together. He had a pool of men he chose from, many were actors in pornographic movies, some were husbands and boyfriends of former patients, some were even colleagues. All were carefully screened and blood tested for diseases. His assistants had prepared them all the previous day with the injections to alter their sperm to have the genetic code of Mr. George Davis. George Davis himself had declined to try to impregnate her as well, but Dr. Cox thought he might change his mind once he sat there beside his wife, watching her being fucked by several anonymous men behind the barrier. Competition would kick in. Dr. Cox laughed and nodded. Yes, he was sure George Davis would change his mind. When he arrived at the clinic, he went directly to the group fertility procedure patient room. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were waiting for him, already prepared by the assistant. Mrs. Davis was laying curled up on the bed. It wasn't really a bed, at least not an entire bed. It was half a bed, the head of a bed, with the lower part ending at a wall. There was a short burgundy curtain drawn across the wall, concealing a hole in the wall. It was designed so the woman could lay the top half of her body on the half bed with the lower section of her body disappearing through the curtains and into the insemination room on the other side of the wall. On that other side were leg supports mounted firmly to the wall. The leg supports were similar to those used in gynecological examination tables but more complex and abundantly padded. They were entirely adjustable so the woman's legs could be put into any position that was most comfortable for her. She could have her legs laid straight out and spread, or straight up with her feet in the air, or bent comfortably. She could lay on the bed on her stomach and the leg rests would hold her legs in the air behind air at whatever angle she wanted or lowered so she could rest on her knees. He was very proud of his design, as he was with most things in which he was involved. He admired Mrs. Davis as she lay on the half-bed, her head resting on the pillow and her legs drawn up in a fetal position. She was wearing a lush velvet robe she had brought from home, her smooth legs pulled through the opening down the front of the robe and pressed to her chest. She looked almost child-like, but the look on her face was that of a woman expecting and wanting to be a mother. She was radiant. Dr. Cox smiled broadly and bounded over to her, offering his hand. She sat up, letting her legs slip down the side of the bed and opened her arms for an embrace. Dr. Cox hesitated for a moment, not used to hugs or close contact with people, then stepped into her arms and hugged her. They hugged each other warmly and affectionately. Dr. Cox felt so much pride and love for this woman, one whom was clearly ready to be a mother and so respectful of himself and his work, not at all like that awful woman the day before. He wanted to lift her off the bed and twirl her around but restrained himself, squeezing her hard once more and stepping back. "You look absolutely amazing today, Mrs. Davis," he said. She smiled, slightly embarrassed, but too happy to feel anything much more than just that happiness. "Thank you, Dr. Cox," she said and then added, "and it's Angela as I've told you many times." Dr. Cox nodded, "Yes, Angela." He stepped back and looked down, noticing she was wearing what looked like white cowboy boots. He laughed and said, "I didn't know you wore boots with your robe," he said. She smiled and kicked her feet up in the air. "I don't. It's just so cold in here and I didn't bring slippers. I just didn't think about it. My feet were cold." She swung her boots in the air once more then dropped them back down. He thought she looked adorable with her tanned legs flowing from her robe and the white cowboy boots on her feet. He felt a stirring in his gut and inhaled deeply. Then, he realized he was staring at her too much and forced himself to look at her husband, standing behind her with his hands resting on the bed. "And Mr. Davis," he said, walking around the bed, offering his hand. Mr. Davis shook his hand and pushed a smile on his lips. "Hello, Dr. Cox," he said. "Nice to see you again." "Always nice to see you, Mr.Davis," he responded, shaking his hand perhaps too roughly. He looked at George's face, trying to discern what the man was feeling. He had seen many emotions on the partners of the women in this room. There was much less anger or embarrassment than one might imagine. Dr. Cox worked hard on the partners of his patients before the insemination day, making sure they understood the procedure, understood that this was purely science, and for the male partners that the insemination volunteers were not replacements for him, but instead were just different versions of him, many bodies holding his DNA. Mr. Davis seemed uncomfortable, but Dr. Cox could feel what he always did from the partners and that was arousal. Deep down they were interested in seeing their wife or girlfriend during the procedure and were anticipating it, but they all dealt with it differently. Some didn't try to hide it, some hid it with shame, some with detached scientific interest in the procedure. But all the time at some point during the procedure all of the pretenses would fade and their own arousal would come to the front. Dr. Cox knew what to do at those moments and knew that it would come quickly for Mr. Davis. But he would have to let it come in its own time. He smiled reassuringly, then patted Mr. Davis on the shoulder, a fatherly pat, meant to reassure him that he was doing the right thing and that he was proud of him for realizing it. Dr. Cox turned to Angela and smiled at her broadly. "So," he said to her. "My assistant told me she had inspected you. She said you've been taking your hormones and that you are as ripe and ready as you can possibly be." "I think so, doctor," she said. "I've done everything you've told me, taken everything on schedule." She smiled guiltily and glanced at her husband. "With George's help. He's much better at organization than I am." George laughed, lightening his own mood. "It's what I'm good at," he said. She touched his arm softly, smiling up at him, and continued, "And I feel like this is going to be the day." She turned back to Dr. Cox. "Well," Dr. Cox said, "I'm glad you feel that way. That's a wonderful attitude to have, keep that in your mind, and in your body. The body knows when you're ready. Leave the rest to us." Dr. Cox looked around the room. He had worked hard to make the room look more like a comfortable bedroom in a high-class hotel room than a medical room. There was a lush burgundy carpet. There was a small sitting area with a couch, chairs, and a television. He sometimes would show the patients videos with information about the procedure here, finding it a comfortable way of getting them used to the procedure and the room. Through one door was a bathroom with a large soaking tub. There was a small kitchenette with cold drinks and snacks as requested by the patients. There was even a small dining room table with chairs so the patients could have a bite before or after the procedure. The point was to keep them as comfortable as possible, to make this procedure seem not like a procedure but a part of life, a continuing of life. The only anomaly was of course the half-bed meeting the curtained hole in the wall. Dr. Cox turned to George specifically and asked, "Do the two of you have any questions before we continue?" George looked down, then back up and said, "I still don't understand... I know you've gone over this with us... many times," and laughed nervously, "but I don't understand how we can be sure that... um, the other men, will have my sperm... I guess it just doesn't make sense to me." Dr. Cox smiled like a teacher at his student that he knew could answer a question but was over-thinking it. "I understand Mr. Davis. It can be confusing." He sat down on the couch, leaning forward to give his officious but warm posture. "The analogy I use, though I really hate analogies, is that of stem cells. You're familiar with stem cells right George?" He used his first name to give the impression of a teacher explaining an easily understood concept to an intelligent student who just needed a small poke. "I'm familiar with it, but don't know much about it, besides all research was outlawed years ago," George responded. "Well, you know that a stem cell can basically take on the properties of any cell it's put next to... in general terms. If you put it next to cells from a spinal column it'll become a spinal column cell, if you put it next to a skin cell they'll grow as skin cells, taking on the properties and shapes of the body part it's replicating." "Yes, I've heard of that," George replied. "Well, this is similar. We introduce the DNA from your sperm into these men. We kind of put it next to, really inside of, but the idea is similar and their sperm then morphs its DNA into that of your sperm. So in the end their sperm is your sperm." "I guess I keep being... skeptical of that," George replied. "I've read the papers. I've watched the video. I believe you that it's true, but..." "But, you're afraid," Dr. Cox said. "Yes," George said and sighed. "You're afraid that there will be a mistake and your wife will be impregnated with another man's baby." "Yes," George nodded. "Completely understandable, George. It's entirely natural to fear something we don't understand and to fear the possible bad outcomes from our decisions." Dr. Cox rose and put his hand on George's shoulder again. "But I assure you. I've done this procedure hundreds of times. I've studied it. Many other scientists have studied my research and techniques. Any child born from this procedure will be your child." He then turned to Angela and looked at her with a loving grin. "And your wife's child." Still holding George's shoulder he led him over to Angela who reached out and took George's hands in hers. "It'll be fine George," she said, concerned for her husband but too happy to be sad about his fears. "We're going to have a baby, and it's going to be our baby." She pulled him in towards her and they hugged deeply. Dr. Cox stepped back, smiling, with nobody looking at him the smile became one entirely of pride, pride at having manipulated these people, manipulated this very scene here. He beamed inwardly at himself and knew the rightness of all of his thoughts and actions. Once they slipped out of their hug Dr. Cox smiled warmly at them and asked again, "Are there any further questions?" They both shook their heads, looking from each other to him. "If at any time during the procedure you have questions please feel free to ask me. I'll be here the entire time, observing everyone involved. If you need anything at any point, all you have to do is ask me. If you're ever uncomfortable with anything we can stop immediately. This isn't like some operation where we have to finish once we started. This is a very basic, but miraculous, medical procedure that requires, that demands, your full participation, understanding, and ultimately, your very happiness, to be successful." He smiled to himself, relishing every word in that speech, loving how it came out differently each time, tweaked for the patients in the room, modified for most impact, and seeing the reassuring trusting faces looking back at him. "Good," he said and nodded. "Now, Angela, I need you to lay down on the bed and place your legs and lower half of your body through the curtain and the hole there. Remember the bed is fully adjustable. You can raise and lower it as you want. Tilt it however you need to be the most comfortable.": "Is there a preferred position?" she asked. "Well," he replied, "the best position would be to have your legs in the air however much is comfortable and your lower body angled down to the floor slightly. This allows for gravity to help the flow of sperm, it's a minor help, but not negligible. But the most important thing, and I cannot stress this enough is for you to be the most comfortable you possibly can be. You need to feel as little stress as possible, preferably no stress at all, we need you happy. And stimulated. We need your body to want your womb to be ripe and ready and waiting. So just play with the controls. I'll go to other room and help you position your legs in the rests." Dr. Cox nodded at them both and left the room. He walked down the hall and then turned the corner to the door to the connecting insemination room. He had not put in a door between the rooms, feeling it necessary to keep the two rooms as separated as possible. He didn't even want the doors to be visible in the same hallway. The rooms should be entirely disconnected. The patient should not see anything of the men in the insemination room and the men should only see the lower body of the patient. This kept them disconnected and also alleviated any potential problems if they should happen to somehow see each other in normal life situations. It wouldn't due for the patient to see one of them men in a social situation and then have to explain to someone how they knew each other. This was to be as anonymous as the act could get. The insemination room was different than the patient room. He'd made no efforts to make it like a lavish hotel room. It was very antiseptic, looking exactly like a room where a medical procedure occurred with cold tiled floors and walls. A sink and cabinets were on one wall so the men could clean up some if needed. There was the hole to the patient room where Angela's legs still with the white cowboy boots were just now emerging, parting the curtains, and the cushioned mechanical leg rests. Also there was a very small lift in the floor in front of the hole, a three foot square plate on a pneumatic lift beneath it, with a flip button so the men could raise or lower the lift to place them in the needed position to mate with the patient without having to crouch or stand on tip-toes, to be as comfortable as possible, which was just as necessary as the patient. The lift was whisper quiet so the patient would never hear it as the men adjusted it to their heights. Dr. Cox approached the leg supports and unbuckled the straps that held them to the wall. He swung them out and adjusted them down, eyeing her legs as they hung from the hole. He gently held her left knee and placed her leg on a leg support. He adjusted the support down some, and then did the same with her right leg. "How is that Angela?" he yelled through the hole. "Would you like your legs higher or lower? More bent? Straighter? Tell me what's best for you." "I'm going to try tilting the bed back just a bit," she said, "But I think too much will make me light headed. So please raise my legs up a bit." Dr. Cox tilted the leg supports up to raise her thighs higher up, then tilted them back at the knee so her feet could rest down. "How's that?" he asked. "Wonderful," she said. "If I wasn't so excited I could take a nap." Dr. Cox smiled and mindlessly stroked her inner thigh appreciatively. "I've done as much as I can to make something that could be awkward very comfortable." "You've succeeded," she yelled back and giggled a bit, childishly but devious. "Yes, she's definitely ready," he said to himself quietly. "Okay, Angela," he said, making sure his voice was firm, authoritative, but warm. "I'm going to get you ready now. So you'll feel me touching you. I'm going to prepare you for the procedure. Anything you feel for now will be me touching you and no one else. If I do anything that bothers you then let me know. Okay?" "Yes, doctor," she said. "I'm fine." "Good," he said. "You're a wonderful patient and will be an amazing and patient mother." He could almost hear her smile in the other room. Dr. Cox moved between her legs. He slid his hands down her firm inner thighs. She didn't tremble or flinch at all. Her robe covered her upper thighs and waist and he gently pushed the robe back through the curtain. "Wrap your robe around yourself as comfortable as possible, but don't let it come through the curtain," he said. "I'll just take it off," she said. Her legs shifted some as she sat up and pulled off her robe. "Could you take this please," she said, Dr. Cox assumed she was handing it to her husband. She settled back down. Dr. Cox crouched down and looked between her legs. She had a beautiful pussy. Her labia majora were a dark pink, slightly puffy, probably from arousal. She had trimmed her pubic hair neatly like a light down fur covering her mons pubis. Her clitoral hood was a bit larger than normal but not overly large. He moved his hands under her legs and reached up to grab her waist lightly. "I need to pull you this way just a bit, Angela. So that you're closer to the edge of the bed," he said. The bed was more firm at the end, as it met and covered the wall opening to keep the patient's pelvis held firm but comfortable. He pulled on her hips and felt her pushing with him, sliding until her butt was just on the edge of the bed, her pussy just off of the edge of the bed. "Is that comfortable, Angela? Do you feel like you're going to slide off over here?" he asked. "No, I feel fine," she said. "Good," he replied. He absently licked his lips, checking that she was held firmly by the bed support and the leg supports, but his eyes also lingered along the curves of her thighs, how her legs were held on the supports, the white cowboy boots seeming so out of place making them that much more erotic. He was about to ask if she wanted to remove the boots but decided she probably wanted them on, some sort of fetish or role-play, which was fine and healthy. He adjusted the curtain to cover her belly so that just her waist was visible. He connected the bottom of the curtain to ties at the bottom of the opening to hold the curtain in place so no one on either side could easily open the curtain intentionally or accidentally. Anonymity was a necessity. "Okay, Angela," he said, hearing himself slightly breathless and closing his eyes to take a deep inhalation, calming himself. "I'm going to apply some lubricant now so if you feel something cold and slick, that's just me preparing you for the procedure. Okay?" "Yes, doctor," she said, her hips shifted subtly. "George," the doctor said loudly, "If you're not already, now would be a good time to hold your wife's hand or whatever is most comfortable for you both. Remember this is about both of you." "I already am, Dr. Cox," George answered. Dr. Cox was happy to hear that George sounded relatively at ease, even a bit excited, but still reserved. All as Dr. Cox expected. Dr. Cox washed his hands at the sink. He opened a cabinet beside the sink which contained various items from lubricants to towels to soaps. He took a towel, dried his hands, and dropped it into a laundry bag. He took a water-based lubricant from the cabinet, remember she had reactions to oil-based lubricants. He uncapped the tube and walked back to her. He lowered the lift so he wouldn't have to squat between her legs, only bend over some. He squeezed some of the lubricant onto his index finger. "Okay, Angela, this is just me," he said. She didn't reply but he saw her buttocks tighten slightly and her anus clenched. He smiled to himself and licked his lips. He touched his lubricated finger to her labia majora lightly. He slowly and gently slid his finger up and down, not penetrating between the labia at all, just lubricating them on the outside. Then, he slowly let the lubricant and slight pressure allow his finger to slide between her labia majora to her labia minora, working them apart. He curled his finger up slowly and over her glans clitoris and then under and along her clitoral hood. Her thighs clinched and he heard her sigh. Primal Reproduction "It's okay, Angela," he said. "It's just me still. If it feels good then it should. Don't be afraid to hold George's hand as hard as you need." He squeezed more lubricant onto his index finger and slid it between her labia, separating the lips, watching them come apart much more easily now, revealing her vaginal opening. He methodically slid his finger up and down, over her clitoris, between her labia, stroking the labia minora, over her vaginal opening, but not penetrating, letting her relax, and enjoy the sensations. "George, how is she doing?" he asked, flicking her clitoral hood a bit harder than he intended but smiling as she gasped and her buttocks clenched. "Um, she seems fine, Dr. Cox," he said. "Adjust the bed for her if she needs. You want your wife and the mother of your future children to be comfortable and happy," he said. Giving the partners something to do was very important. Make them a part of it. George had declined to participate in the insemination but Dr. Cox was sure he would consent once the procedure started. The drive to compete, the arousal of seeing his wife inseminated by other men, would urge him to do so as well. Dr. Cox was sure of it. Dr. Cox slid the full length of his finger down her pussy, between her lips, satisfied she was sufficiently lubricated there. He squeezed some more lubricant on his finger, parted her labia then slowly inserted the tip of his finger into her vaginal opening. The opening squeezed his finger hard and he pulled it back just a bit, then slid his fingertip back in. The lubricant allowed his finger to slide in a bit more. He slid his finger in to the first knuckle and held it there, moving the finger inside of her a bit, pushing against the restrictive opening. "Relax, Angela," he said. "Lay back, close your eyes, hold George's hands. This is your moment." "Yes, doctor," she said, and he immediately felt her vaginal opening relax some around his fingertip. He pushed his finger into her to the middle knuckle. He turned his hand palm up and curled his finger up.. He used his other fingers to spread her labia apart more and noted her urethra and Skene's glands. There was already some moisture though she had never said anything about ejaculating before. "There's always a first time," he said silently. He slid his finger in and out, feeling it work in more easily with the lubrication and the muscles relaxing, giving into his intrusion. He curled his finger up, feeling for her Grafenberg spot. He stroked her there with his fingertip several times, feeling her vaginal opening become tighter, seeing her thighs clenching. He could hear her breathing become shorter and harder. He didn't want to make her orgasm just from the lubrication procedure, just start arousal, so he removed his finger slowly, satisfied she was at least properly prepared. He went to the sink and washed the lubricant from his hand. Some would say it was more professional to use a glove for the lubricating procedure, but Dr. Cox believed that the reduction in his own sense of touch wasn't worth it. He washed his hand again, took another towel from the cabinet, dried his hands, and dropped the towel in the laundry bag. He walked between Angela's legs, placing his hands on her soft knees and spoke to her glistening, lubricated pussy. "I'm going to start bringing in the insemination volunteers, Angela. I'll let you know before we actually start. Are you ready for the procedure to continue?" he asked. "Yes, doctor," she said, trying to sound professional but he could hear the excitement and arousal in her voice. "Remember the basic rules I went over before. Both of you. Once the insemination volunteers enter the room I want neither of you to say your names. You can use my name of course. I will not use your names. The volunteers in this room will not talk to you at all. You both are free to talk as much as you want, just refrain from using your own names. If you must use a word to refer to each other then use your pet names: honey, sweetie, whatever you normally use. If you are uncomfortable at any point then speak up immediately. If one of the volunteers does something you don't like or makes you uncomfortable then speak immediately. Don't wait and don't think you're being impolite. This is all about you. Everything from here on should be pleasurable and remind you only of the life we hope to create here." He paused, waiting for any questions, but they said nothing. "Okay, are you both sure you're ready?" he asked once more. "Yes, doctor," they both said in unison. "Okay, George, give your wife a deep kiss to keep her occupied until I come back," he said. George didn't reply, but Dr. Cox knew George was doing as he said. Dr. Cox went to a door in the room that connected to the waiting area for the insemination volunteers. The volunteers were to never walk the hallways of the facility so they could never run into the patients. They came into the facility through a back door and arrived in the waiting room which had lockers for their clothes, showers to clean, a television, and was stocked with food and water and anything else they'd need to prepare themselves for their part of the procedure. Dr. Cox opened the door and stepped inside. Ten men were sitting and standing around, some talking to each other, some watching the television showing some baseball game, some playing on portable devices, and all in various states of dress and undress, some entirely nude, some fully clothed, none aroused yet as they waited for Dr. Cox's arrival. They all looked up as Dr. Cox entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. "Hello, gentlemen," Dr. Cox said. "The patient is ready and waiting. I have prepared her for the procedure and she has stated she is ready for the insemination." Various grins appeared on the faces of the men. At one time Dr. Cox found some disgust in those looks, but then his scientific mind realized that those lascivious grins and smirks were all a part of the basic science of his theories. They were displaying the lust and greed of a group inseminating a single female, of injecting their seed (not their seed, but George's seed, though the primitive mind didn't know this) into a young, willing woman. "The patient is very comfortable and I don't foresee any problems with the procedure. However, as always I must tell you that I expect the utmost professionalism from each of you. You are not to talk to the patient and only talk to each other if necessary, and even then quietly. I will talk to anyone I need to. I will not refer to any of you by name and I will not refer to the patient by name. Once in that room, you are there for the patient." He looked around the room to be sure he had everyone's attention, which he did. They were listening to him intently. "Also, your arousal is very important too of course. I'm sure just the sight of what waits for you in that room will be enough to bring your appropriate arousal. But you should feel free to do what your arousal demands. Have sex with her as you would your lover. You are allowed to touch any part of her body that is visible to you. However, if she protests at all then you will stop doing what is bothering her. If you don't stop I will have you removed from the premises, you will not be paid, and you will never return." They all continued watching him, some nodding at his statements. "You will all enter the room as one group and leave the room as one group. Feel free to watch those that go before you. Get as close as you want. Study and observe. If she seems to enjoy something that one subject does then do the same thing yourself. This is about making her aroused as you can. You can each go as many times as you are able to. There will be no fighting or pushing. Everyone will get as many turns as he wants. The patient is calm and accepting and I don't think she will call an end to the procedure until all of you are satisfied as long as you stick to my rules." Dr. Cox stopped, thinking if he had anything else to say. "Are there any questions?" All the men shook their heads. He knew they were just ready to fuck. "I know you've all given your paperwork and blood test results to my assistants. If needed, you are to use only water-based lubricant and I have already opened one. The husband has declined to participate in the procedure..." Some men made disparaging grunts and Dr. Cox turned to them. "But I am sure he will change his mind and when he does I will bring him to the room and you will all step aside when he wants. However, as long as he is only watching you can continue in your own rotation. Show him the respect and dignity that he deserves, and that his wife deserves." They all nodded, some with those smirks on their faces, and Dr. Cox noted them for later. "As you all know, when the partner of the patient enters the insemination room this does breach privacy, so if any of you are uncomfortable with it you can come back in this room until he leaves. However, I assure you that he will probably not remember any of your faces." They all laughed at the last line and Dr. Cox was pleased with his own joke. Lightening the mood after the strict professionalism was necessary. "Okay," he said and smiled. "Strip entirely and come as a group into the insemination room." They all stripped and put their clothes neatly in the lockers. Dr. Cox noticed that most of them were in relatively good physical shape. Only Dr. Webster, a colleague that had supported his theories from the start, had a large gut, but that was small compared to Dr. Cox's own prestigious belly. Dr. Webster had been doing this as long as any of the insemination volunteers, part of the deal the two had made for Dr. Webster's support. A couple of the men had slight paunches but the rest varied from fit to muscular to ripped. Dr. Cox looked at Johnny Marr, another insemination volunteer that had been doing this from the start. He always liked to have Johnny go first. Johnny worked in the porn industry and knew how to lead off. He took his time. He knew to be tender at first and was good at reading the patient's reactions, finding the right stroke, rhythm, depth, and technique. "Johnny, you'll be going first of course," Dr. Cox told him. "Okay, Dr. Cox," Johnny said and nodded professionally. Dr. Cox opened the door to the insemination room and walked towards Angela's legs. "I'm back," he said and softly laid a hand on her knee. He looked between her legs and saw she was still lubricated and her labia still slightly separated and puffy. She actually seemed to be even more aroused than when he left. Probably Mr. and Mrs. Davis had been kissing like he had told them. "The insemination volunteers are coming into the room and the procedure is about to begin," he said. "If you have any reservations then please say so now." "No, we're fine," they both said, breathlessly. They might have been doing more than just kissing the doctor suspected. Dr. Cox looked towards the doorway as Johnny came out first. He was stroking his penis, which was already mostly erect. He grabbed the opened tube of lubricant and applied a generous portion to his penis. He laid the tube back down on the counter by the sink and stroked himself to complete erection. He walked between Angela's legs and looked down at her. Dr. Cox watched as Johnny's eyes moved over her legs, lingering on the cowboy boots, bringing a sly grin to his lips, and then down to her sex. Johnny licked his lips, then he touched the lift button and raised it slightly. He lined his penis up to her vaginal opening, making sure he had the correct height, then looked at Dr. Cox and nodded. "Okay," Dr. Cox said loudly. "This is the first insemination volunteer. I'm sure he'll be gentle." He looked back at Johnny and nodded. Johnny laid a hand on each of her knees. "That's him now," Dr. Cox said through the curtain. "Okay," was all she said. The other insemination volunteers filed into the room and closed the locked door behind them. They stood naked, stroking themselves, watching intently, waiting. Johnny slowly slid his hands down her thighs, leaving a small trail of lubricant on her left leg, until his hands met at her hips. He massaged her hips softly, his thumbs working in towards her pubis. He looked along the length of her left leg, up her thigh to her knee and then back down to her feet and the cowboy boot, laying on the lift. He sighed heavily, that sexually frustrated noise a man makes when he sees a woman he wants, that he wants right then. He slid his hands between her legs and over her pussy, his fingers probing gently, one finger slipped easily between her labia, exposing her vaginal opening. Johnny stepped forward, his erection pointed directly at the opening, and glanced at Dr. Cox again. Dr. Cox felt that cold ball of anticipation in his stomach turn and rise, then he nodded back at Johnny and that cold ball melted, spreading warmth to his groin as Johnny guided his erection into the opening that awaited him. Johnny spread her labia apart gently, letting the head of his cock press into her. He stepped forward a bit and pushed softly again, the head sliding into her easily, her vaginal opening gripping him tightly but yielding to him. He wrapped his left arm around her thigh as he held her labia apart gently with his right fingers, watching as his penis entered her, as she gripped him, held him firmly. He pulled back a bit then slid back in, letting her wrap herself around him, not just shoving in, letting her fold open to him, find space for him inside of her. Dr. Cox stood to Johnny's right, looking down as Johnny penetrated her, watching her body tense and relax. He could hear her holding her breath as Johnny slid out a bit and then back in, sliding in very easily, so easy he could have pushed deeper but giving her time to become accustomed to his cock, not a huge cock, but bigger than average, well rounded with a nice curve, perfect for this initial intrusion. "Remember to breathe, ma'am," Dr. Cox said. Dr. Cox laid his had on her thigh and started stroking up and down, his fingers searching across her inner thigh, starting behind her knee and moving down almost to where Johnny and she were joined, then back, a reassuring touch perhaps but just enjoying the feel of her skin, warm and soft, firm muscles beneath soft skin. Johnny slid in most of the way and sighed to himself, looking down at his cock engorged inside of this faceless woman. He slid both hands up to her waist, pressing his elbows into her inner thighs, and Dr. Cox pulled his hand away. Johnny began moving in and out of her with more force, just a bit, just a bit more than gentle, his slick lubricated cock gliding in and out of her, held firmly with a soft static clinging sound, and after several strokes he was deep inside of her, and he held himself still, his hands gripping her waist tightly, his body seeming to vibrate. He glanced at Dr. Cox again for his approval. Dr. Cox looked up, his eyes trained on Johnny's penetration, on the firm legs spread wide around the man. He cleared his throat and called out, "Is everything alright so far?" There was no response, only Angela's harsh breaths, then George responded, "It's fine... she's fine." Dr. Cox nodded at Johnny. Johnny nodded back and began sliding in and out of her in long evenly paced strokes, his slick cock gliding in and out of her pussy as it clung to him tightly and smoothly. He stepped forward so that his hips met her pelvis each time he thrust into her. His hips slid along her thighs, her knees raised in the air, almost to his shoulders behind him, her boots laying on the leg rests shaking slightly with each thrust. He slid his hands up and down the outside of her legs from her waist up to mid-thigh and back down, his fingers grasping her, pulling her towards him slightly each time he thrust in, relaxing when he pulled back, his eyes trained on his penetration of this woman, on her pelvis, legs, her clinging pussy, the burgundy curtain draped across her stomach. Angela started making soft grunts and moans. Her hips rose and fell slightly with Johnny's thrusts, wanting him inside of her, trying to guide his cock into her. Johnny slid his hands under her butt and gripped tightly, lifting and tilting her hips then sliding in and out, letting the head of his cock almost come out of her then thrusting back in, stroking her Grafenberg spot. Dr. Cox nodded his approval. This was why he always chose Johnny first. He responded to the patient. This was necessary before the procedure could continue, when the men would care less about giving pleasure and more about taking pleasure, which was also necessary for the procedure. Dr. Cox stepped closer and laid his hand on her pelvis, feeling Johnny's cock moving in and out of his patient, feeling her body rising and falling, feeling the muscles constricting, tighter and tighter. She was going to have an orgasm already. Dr. Cox touched started rubbing his index finger over her clitoris, stroking in rhythm with Johnny's thrusting, his finger touching the top of Johnny's cock then back up over her clitoris, spreading the moisture that was now as much from the patient as from the lubricant. The other men huddled around the scene, stroking themselves, getting excited, but not wanting to get too excited, trained to find that equilibrium, with just the sight of Johnny fucking this woman, just half of her body poking through a hole and curtain, this anonymous woman, wanting to be fucked, wanting their seed inside of her, enough to keep them highly aroused, more aroused as they watched, wanting her, wanting to thrust themselves inside of her. Angela began to pant louder on the other side of the curtain and both Johnny and Dr. Cox increased the rhythm of their stroking. Johnny kept using those long strokes, bringing the pleasure slowly, building it, crouching a bit to thrust his cock up and into her, his arms now wrapped around under her thighs, lifting them from the leg rests just a bit, leaving her boots dangling in the air, the heels clicking against the leg rest, pounding with Johnny's thrusts. "Let yourself go," Dr. Cox said to Angela through the curtained hole. "Grab onto your husband, kiss him deeply, touch him, and let it go. This is what you need to do. This is what we all want you to do." He slid his finger along the top of Johnny's cock, pulling the moisture up to her clitoris and began flicking it quickly. Johnny grunted and strained, having to hold his own orgasm, trying to bring hers first, his head down, focused on that clinging pussy and tight thighs, the pelvis rising and falling, listening to her panting, waiting for the tense moment that would precede her orgasm. He started going faster as she tightened around him, having to really push into her, her muscles constricting, her body tight. He felt her thighs tense and dug his fingers into her thighs and threw his head back, his teeth clenching, trying to hold on, the tightness making it so hard, so hard to hold on, to wait. Then he felt it, felt her muscles pushing down on the head of his stroking cock, felt her body go still and he jabbed into her as Dr. Cox rubbed her clitoris, and she started to cry out but it was cut short as she came. Her body tensed even more and then her hips twitched and a thin spray of fluid came from her, streaming across Johnny's thrusting cock. He thrust faster, making the stream rise and fall as he pulled out and pushed in until he jammed himself into her and cried out, his hands grabbing her waist, shoving himself deep inside her. "That's it," Dr. Cox said excitedly. "That's it. Push it deep inside." Dr. Cox stopped manipulating her clitoris and laid his hand on her pelvis, feeling her muscles shaking with her orgasm, feeling for Johnny's cock jerking inside of her, imagining he could feel the semen squirting into her, imagining it spurting from the head of his cock, the milky fluid spreading inside of her, coating her insides, filling her.