Neighborhood Controller: Amber's Tale
mc; Mg; Mdom; preg; inc
There are three things the government lets the controller control in his neighborhood. They are handled via the government issued computer. The first of these is fertility. A girl's cycle is entirely under the controller's control. On my block, we've all been synchronized to the same twenty-seven day cycle. The second is who we mate with and love, and neither girl nor chosen mate can go against him. By law he can only have five percent of us, or a minimum of two, attracted to him or bearing his children. I'm one of those five percent. Finally, he controls what we can wear, and on this street that means if you're young and fertile, you're wearing nothing at all.
Our Neighborhood Controller is the first for our neighborhood, and was appointed when I was nine years old. He had just been appointed and received his Master Ovulation Estrus and Mating Controller, or as the help manual called it, MOvE Ma Controller. He had been quite mystified by his appointment, having apparently thought that the application was a joke, and that a nearsighted Computer Science Major would never be chosen for such a job.
I'd come over to play a game of chess with him, a game he taught me when I was five. I don't think either of us expected to be engaged in our first mating that night. He probably shouldn't have told me that he'd gotten the job, or showed me the MOvE Ma Controller, but he was giddy with the new toys that the government had gotten him. He had no idea that there were such powerful computers out there, and just had to demonstrate what they could do.
I was the nearest girl fitting the age window to the computer, and that was only barely, as my ninth birthday was just three months back in March, so it was my image that came up as the default active girl when he booted the program up for the first time. He read my status of the screen to me as my body rotated naked on screen. I hadn't had a period, wasn't pregnant, but was eligible for full activation.
He activated me, and a two hour count down to ovulation appeared. It also gave him an Estrus grayed out button, and a drop down to select a mate. He looked at me, remarked that nothing outward had happened yet. So he clicked on the drop down, which displayed a list of males in the neighborhood. He selected himself, just to see if things worked. The Estrus button was no longer grayed out, so he hit that next.
The effect on me was almost immediate. I felt my body get warm, and I started pulling at my clothes. Then I noticed that I was damp, no, wet between my legs. I got up and kissed him, and involved my tongue, slithering into his lap, grinding against his crotch. I couldn't stop myself, and I didn't want to.
I felt his penis get hard, as he pulled me tight against his body, his hand finding its way under my blouse. As his right hand pushed my blouse upwards, his left went down, under my pants, under my panties, to touch my wet nether lips. His middle finger parted them as we broke for a breath.
He said something about remembering to read the warnings, before he picked me up and tossed me on the bed, taking my blouse off in the process. My pants and panties followed as he climbed on the bed and returned to kissing, his own pants and underwear hitting the floor. I lifted his T-shirt and he took the hint. We were just in our stocking feet as he kissed me, his hands playing with my nipples and dipping into my wet vagina.
We must have been quite an obscene sight, me a nine-year-old pre-pubescent girl, just minutes away from her first ovulation, him a twenty-one-year-old college student with a five-o'clock shadow, engaged in the most intimate of activities. I was moaning, trying to get him to give me more of the pleasure that his hands and mouth were giving my body. My body wanted more of him, and deep inside me at that. I groaned when he broke the kiss, sure that he was going to pull back from the pleasure he was soaking me in, but he slid up my body, aiming his rock hard penis between my nether lips.
It hurt as he plowed between my labia and through my virginity in just three thrusts, but my legs and arms wrapped around his body, pulling him deeper inside me. I screamed, but soon that scream returned to moaning, as he filled me with as much of his hard penis as he could, bottoming out against my cervix. His thrusts into me triggered my first orgasm whose flood of pleasure rolled over my body again and again. I pressed up with each thrust, trying to force more of his pleasure giving organ inside my body, until with one more hard thrust he began shooting his warm seed into my womb.
We held there tightly pressed against each other until his penis was no longer shooting seed in me, and had begun to get soft. He rolled us over, keeping his penis embedded inside me. As I propped myself up on his chest, I spotted his mother closing his door. I blushed as I realized what she must have seen. We discussed what we had just done, and still intimately joined, moved back to the computer.
On the screen was a new count down box, labeled mate readiness, and my ovulation count down was now at an hour and ten minutes. He explored the menus, discovering a list of the girls in his control. I was the youngest active girl. Then there was Yuki, who lived next door to the controller, but everyone though was a boy, at age 12. Next was Latisha, who lived near the end of the street at age 13. The fourth girl was Lynn, the gym teacher's daughter who lived next to me, at age 15. And the final girl in his starter pack was Tasha, who lived with her grandfather half way down the street, at age 16.
As he discussed the other girls, I kept an eye on the mate readiness. I expected something to happen when it hit zero, and I was right. He was rock hard inside me as the heat overtook me again. Still seated in the chair, I began to bounce up and down on him, feeling his hard penis inside me. Pleasure seemed to overwhelm my young body, as my cries rang out my satisfaction with his mating. I was his brood mare, he my stallion, and nothing could stop our intercourse. He tweaked my little nipples, with their barely-even-noticeable breasts, then pressed right above where our sexual organs joined, sending me through wave after wave of pleasure. It washed away all other thought, sending my intelligence and knowledge deep into my sub-conscience where it wouldn't emerge until some days later, much too late for the final tests of third grade.
He lasted a very long time before he let loose with another load of his seed into my womb. Afterward, we parted so we could go down and get something to eat. We returned to his room later, and I spent the night in his arms, the heat overwhelming me three more times during the night. The next day was the next to last day of school, and I attended naked, with his seed still decorating my nether lips. I failed the tests that day, and doomed myself to the motherhood education track for a couple years until he forced me to apply myself.
That summer I watched him take control of the neighborhood from his bed as my body began to distort with pregnancy. He made love to me regularly, but it was nothing like the heat of that first day and night. I gave birth on my tenth birthday, and soon learned his mating philosophy: early and often. He was only required to keep twenty-five percent of us pregnant, but he usually had it around sixty to seventy-five percent as the neighborhood grew. By the time I reached eighteen and had control of my body again, I had ten children and two grandchildren. I'm still one of his mates, by choice now my womb still fills with his babies. So to do our daughters' wombs.
