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7 January, 2080. Colony NE-4, Compliance Board Report of Candidate 47-A.

"First entry - Infraction: Failure to submit to voluntary testing"

"Third entry - Discovery: Genetic database determined qualification for program candidacy in the 99th percentile"

"Fifth entry - Major Infraction: Failure to comply with collection program"

"Eighth entry - Critical Infraction: Creation and distribution of anti-colony propaganda"

Candidate 47-A has been deemed unfit for inclusion in the colony. He will be released from the safety provided by the colony, because of his utter disregard for the future of his people, and his to engage in repopulation efforts. Before his exit, he will

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You awake, strapped to a chair, hearing high heels clicking across the floor. You're groggy, but awake enough to know that you've been strapped down. When the clicking grows louder, you try to turn your head, but your head is strapped in place, too. Jesus. She comes into view as thighs, stocking-clad, a tight mini skirt wrapped around her *ss. She sits, teasingly, showing you all the attributes that drive you wild. She smiles at you, opening her docket and explaining to you exactly what needs to be done, now that you've been found non-compliant and thus, must be exiled. You knew it was a possibility, but hey, you'll take your chances on the outside, see if you can survive, if it means you can get away from this mandatory repopulation effort. They pretend it's for the good of all, but how does that make mandatory sp*rm donation acceptable? At least this way, you get out with your reproductive rights intact! At this the woman laughs.

"Were you hoping to be exiled without giving the colony what it wants? I'm sorry to tell you, that's not how this is going to work. You could have made things easier on yourself if you chose compliance, and did your part to help the colony. I will be taking a collection from you, make no mistake about that." She crosses and uncrosses her legs. Flashes her crotch, lets her skirt ride up a bit. She is hell-bent on seduction. It's already been so long since you've c*m. "Because this collection session is going to be the only one we will be administering, I'm going to personally make sure your sample is as potent as humanly possible. I'm going to visually take you through a series of s*xual fantasy - particularly personal ones - until you are swollen to the point where you think you are going to burst, and then I'll collect your first sample for myself," she smiles, mews like a cat as she watches you writhing, immobilized.

"The colony rewards those who are faithful," she says. Guards arrive, and place a headset over your eyes. Briefly, it is dark, but then a series of visions move through your head. First, a fit, cheery woman...such a familiar woman...moves through stretches and yoga poses in front of you, g*d, it's so sexy...you've had a daydream like this before, but no...that can't be...soon, she is replaced by a woman in a short, flowy dress, nude thigh highs. You imagine you know exactly what is going to happen, because you've thought of this before...finally, before you is a woman, the same woman, in a tight skirt, thigh highs, a low cut blouse. She is clinical but over-sexed, she wants to treat you and cure you, to care for you and f*ck you...these deep-rooted fantasies, how did they get these??

The headset is removed. The woman, the same woman from the projections, is moving towards you, unbuttoning her blouse, raising her skirt for you. She has the guards unstrap you, and then lay you on the floor. In an instant her hot, wet p*ssy across your face. You are dy*ng of hunger and you eat her so greedily, you barely notice when she c*ms over your face. She climbs off you, sitting back up on the chair and you immediately stand as well, dizzy from the lack of flow to your brain, and quickly guide your now-freed c*ck into her. You know you're sealing your fate, you know this is just what the colony wants but you can't help it, you can't resist any more. You need to f*ck her, to feel her hot and wet p*ssy c*m on your c*ck, you need to feel the way her p*ssy milks your built-up c*m from your aching b*lls. "You might as well enjoy these last moments of ecstasy as best as you can. I'd tell you to not be sad, but you're clearly too overwhelmed by the heat between us to feel anything else."

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