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Archive name: future.txt (MF, SiFi) Authors name: Pauleena (Zau@aol.com) Story title :
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By Pauleena (Zau@aol.com)

The siren sounds. Work Time is over. Ini shuts down her machine. She follows her fellow Grafters out of the machine shop, standing in line to press her hand on the clock-off pad. Out in the yard she heads for the gate and there Inu is waiting.
Inu is her Graft-Partner. He does the heavy work of fetching and carrying. They are a Pair. They head off with scores of others to the El Station and board a Shuttle for Domiville 3. They are all in Pairs. Nobody speaks. From the drop-off they and a crowd of fellow Grafters head for Domiblock 5, a high-rise barrack-like building.
They jostle inside and the pack begins the ascent of a dingy concrete stairway, thinning out as people are siphoned off at the entrances to the numbered corridors. Ini and Inu leave the stairs at Corridor 10 on which their Domicile Unit, No.1010 is located. Arriving at the door Inu puts the palm of his right hand on an illuminated pad in the door. The door clicks open and they get inside. The door closes and noiselessly locks itself. As the door closes a powerful daylight simulation lamp set in the ceiling comes on. They're "home."
The Domicile Unit is one room about 18 feet square. It is drab; the walls are bare plaster. The right hand wall is taken up with a built-in console, an array of lit palm recognition pads and the dispenser units they control. On the left hand side there is a flimsy screen modeled on the paper screens from Japanese dwellings. Behind the screen are the washroom and the can. On the back wall there are two tall louvered shutters each with a palm pad control, these are closets for clothes, between them is a large TV screen over which they have no control. It is not on tonight, times for viewing are quite randomly chosen by the Domiblock Controllers. The only programs are State propaganda, or hard porn movies. At the foot of the outer wall is a wooden bench like structure some 12 feet long and 4 feet wide. On this are two bedding rolls. Pairs sleep feet to feet not side by side. There is no other furniture. Nor are there any windows. The unit is air-conditioned.
Inu pulled his work shirt over his head and threw it into a corner. He undid his shorts and they dropped to his feet. He kicked them after the shirt. All he wore now was a tight jockstrap. He stood about five feet five in height, the male Grafter average. He was slim and muscular. The muscular development of hard physical work. There was no excess flesh anywhere on his body. He was all muscle and bone. His skin was copper colored. Grafters both male and female were genetically engineered for stamina on the model of the Indians of the Andes.
Inu pulled down his jockstrap, pulled it down and off and kicked it across the room. There were red weals round his hips where it had gripped him. He rubbed himself and massaged his cock and balls, grunting with relief and satisfaction. He was sexually excited and his cock sprang up in an erection almost at his first touch. It was now standing stiff and proud, jutting up almost parallel against his flat belly, his scrotum was tight under it. He was uncircumcised and the pinky tip of his cock head was pushing out of his tight foreskin. As was common with Grafter males his cock was large in proportion to his size, being a good nine and a half inches long. Because he was small and slim his torso seemed to be attached to his cock rather than the other way round! He had a big bush of dark pubic hair although the rest of his body was almost hairless. Just a faint downy suggestion on his bony chest. None at all on his head.
Ini meanwhile had unbuttoned her work dress and taking it off hung it on a hook behind the door. Now all she had on was a broad band which covered, supported and flattened her breasts and a pair of loose white panties. Like Inu she too was an average Grafter. But as all Grafters were products of the laboratory it would have been strange if they had been otherwise! She was no more than five feet in height and very slim, not to say thin. She unfastened the breast band and removed it freeing her breasts. They were small, round and firm and high on her chest but the pink nipples were large and prominent with big dark circles around them. She was hot. She was dirty. She was hungry. She was tired. She wanted a wash, a meal and then sleep, lovely sleep. That indeed was what The Order ofThings specified for them but when she saw Inu's stiff cock she knew what that meant. A fight. And if Inu won then Hurt would follow.
Inu moves towards Ini. "Jump now," he says. "Jump, Jump."
He pulls down her panties. She has a prominent hairless mound, not shaved, just naturally hairless. She has no hair in her armpits either. She has shoulder length thick, glossy black head hair though cut pudding-basin fashion and it always stays the same length.
"Now we jump," Inu says again.
"No Inu," she says. "Wash-up Time, then Chow-Time. Not Jump Time. Jump out of Time brings Hurt," She says this pleadingly.
"Jump fast, Inu Jump fast then no Hurt only Nice." and he laughs.
And then he takes her roughly by one arm and sort of propels her to a corner of the room.
Here about two feet from the ground a metal bar is fastened to the wall. Ini is too tired to resist. She stands in front of the bar and about three feet back from it with her feet wide apart. She leans forward and grips it with her hands, legs spread, her tight little butt thrust out. On the wall at the side there is a sort of dispenser fastened. Inu gets behind Ini, he cups one hand under the dispenser and with the other squeezes it, a sticky gel oozes into his hand. He rubs the gel on his cock and then he puts the hand between Ini's legs and rubs the stuff into her slit. Then he grips his cock firmly pulling it down horizontal and moving forward gets his cock up and into Ini's tight cunt. He slides it in all the way. Ini expands to take him in and grips him tight. He rests a moment and then he begins the old in out fucking motion forcing Ini forward with every in stroke. He grips her round the hips at first but then he moves his hands and cups her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his second and third fingers.
Her large nipples, stiffen up and become larger as he squeezes them and she gets the feeling and yes, yes she wants to Jump now and she pushes back against him so that his cock penetrates deep into her cunt. Female Grafters can get good orgasms through their nipples, through having them caressed or kissed or sucked or squeezed or pulled. This is why they are forced to wear the tight restraining breast band.
"Jump fast Inu, fast, fast, bring Nice," she gasps out.
Inu is pumping away as fast as he can, grunting and thrusting and he's nearly there, nearly there, Nice nearly cumming.
Suddenly behind them above the door a blue sensor light flashes and from the speaker below it a harsh metallic voice breaks into the room punctuated by a warning siren.
"Wrong Time, Wrong Time, Wrong Time."
The sound of the Voice immediately affects Inu. The Responder Chip embedded in his brain takes over. His sex drive subsides, but his hard-on stays so that even though his hands fall from Ini's tits he is still in her. The same with Ini, she tenses up and grips the bar tighter. The voice sounds again, "Hurt, Hurt, Hurt". Immediately a current of electricity like that from a stun-gun and as powerful surges through the metal bar and the shock runs up through Ini's hands and through her body and from her through Inu's stiff cock up through his body. They both cry out. The shock stops. But before they can recover and move away another stronger one is administered. When it stops Ini gets her hands off the bar and they collapse in a heap on the floor.
They lie there moaning and quivering. Inu's cock goes limp and slips from Ini's cunt. Ini sobs, her hands smart and sting.
The metallic Voice booms out again, "Grafter Ay En You, Grafter Ay En Ay Wash-up NOW, then Chow, then Rest. Grafter Ay En You COLLECT tonite. Repeat COLLECT tonite."
The two them get groggily to their feet and stagger towards a dividing partition that runs across the room. Inu slides open one section of it. They go into the washroom. Here there is a shallow trough sunk in the floor and at each end a vertical pipe with a shower-head. When they get down into it and stand on metal plates under the shower-head which activate the Wash-Up Program and a needle-jet sprays down on to them. Normally this should be comfortably hot but now it is freezing cold. They cry out and step back but from holes in the bottom of the trough water just as cold sprays up at them. Next liquid soap should be mixed with the water followed by a final rinse but the cold water just continues. Having got no option they rub their bodies with their hands trying to remove the factory dirt and sweat from their bodies as best they can. Then the water switches off. They step over to a small cubicle recessed into the wall. When they are in a glass door closes. This is the drying cabinet and hot air should be blown into it, but not tonite and cold air envelops them. The door opens after what seems an age and they get out chilled and shivering and still wet.
They return to the main room. Inu tries to rub himself dry with his dirty work shirt. Ini does the same using her work dress. Ini goes to the palm pad in the back wall which controls the metal shutter of the clothes closet. When she puts her hand on to the pad a light above the pad flashes red access denied. She cannot get any clean clothes out. The same happens to Inu. They decide to put their discarded clothes back on but the blue light flashes and the Voice commands, "Dirty garments to Laundry NOW." They must put them in the laundry chute and go naked. They do as ordered..
"Right," said the Voice. "Now eat."
Ini goes to the food dispenser in the console and puts her palm on the pad. There is a humming sound of machinery and a tray with a meal like a tv dinner is delivered into a rack below. Inu follows her but at his touch another red warning light flashes access denied. They sit on the hard wooden bench and Ini shares her meal with Inu. The basis of the food is soya and tofu, it is soon consumed. To drink they have water from a tap in the bathroom wall.
The Voice says again, "Collect, Collect, Collect Now." Ini unrolls Inu's thin mattress onto the bench. Rolled inside it is a thin quilt which she leaves rolled for now. Inu lies down on his back. Ini by pressing another of the battery of pads on the wall console obtains a plastic cylinder about twelve inches long with a diameter of about three inches. It has a screw top which she removes. The screw top has the letters INU on it. She goes back to the bed. "Collect Inu, Collect," she says. He lies there inert. She takes one of his hands and places it on his cock.
His cock is cold and shrivelled, he touches it and plays with it but it will not harden it becomes longer but it remains soft. He looks at Ini in a desperate sort of way, "Help, Help needed. Help to Collect."
Kneeling on the floor Ini warms her hands between her legs and takes hold of Inu's cock, she holds it and presses it she pulls the foreskin back but it stays limp. Then she leans over Inu kisses his cock and blows on it with her warm breath. The she holds up the limp shaft and puts her lips around it and takes most of it into her mouth, she pulls the foreskin back and sucks on the head. Slowly Inu's cock hardens up and she sucks and licks and squeezes his balls gently. Slowly, surely he gets a full erection and Ini grips the base of his shaft hard she knows she must not bring him off in her mouth. That would spoil the Collect. Hurt would follow. She picks up the flask and taking her mouth from Inu's cock she holds the flask over it and then she slowly and expertly jerks Inu off. She does it slowly, slowly, but very soon she feels his cock go iron hard and his hips lift from the bed and she knows he is about to cum so she pulls his foreskin back from the purple head of his cock as far as it will go and then with a loud gasp and sigh he shoots his lot and it jets out and spatters into the flask. Ini lets go of his cock but moves the flask up so that it encloses all of Inu's cock shaft in order to catch all of his cum as it dribbles from his cock and it goes limp again. She squeezes it along its length to get the last driblets out into the flask.
When she is satisfied that Inu's cum flow has stopped, Ini puts the cap on the flask. Inu is lying back dozing so Ini shakes him by the shoulder, he sits up and she puts the flask in his hand. He takes it to the battery of panels in the wall presses a pad a shutter opens and he puts the flask into the aperture revealed. "Ay En You's Collect." He says into a speaker grill. The shutter closes. Then the metallic voice speaks again, "Rest time, rest time."
Immediately the overhead light dims down. Ini and Inu lie down naked as they are on their thin mattresses and pull up their thin quilts. Lying stretched out alone foot to foot. The light goes out leaving them in darkness. Nobody cares what Grafters do in their six hour Rest Time. Inu falls into a deep sleep but Ini who had been so tired earlier lies there thinking of her next Nice Day. Of her visit to the Pleasure Dome.
She becomes excited and wets her fingers with saliva and plays with her sensitive nipples. She breathes harder and "aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she has a long quivering orgasm, her body trembles, her hips buck on the bed, she has her own special Nice. Sleep follows.
Later Inu wakes, gets down and pushes himself onto Ini's part of the bench pushing her up against the wall. He has a big hard-on. Ini wakes up she knows what he wants. She crouches on all fours and he gets behind her and fucks her, he goes fast and cums soon. Afterwards crushed up together they sleep.