Miss December When Kansas awakens bound to a strange man’s bed, she’s not immediately alarmed. Violence, aggression and even passion have long since been bred out of humans. And yet, there’s something about this tall, dark stranger holding her captive that makes Kansas feel. Set in a not-too-distant future, ten generations of humans have been designed and produced in Uterine Labs. Born into this world populated with physically perfect humans, Kansas stands apart. Evidently something fell through the cracks when her DNA was arranged. She’s too large—too tall as well as too wide. Her appearance as well as her tendency to question has labeled her an anomaly, a bit of a lab error, in her world. But when the Uterine Labs start to fail, and human production is no longer possible, the world government hires contractors to find and “develop” those last few fertile humans capable of passion. The year is 2215 and Hardin is an agent working for one such high profile contractor. One look at the woman tied to his bed and he knows this woman was born to copulate. Under his mentorship, Hardin’s project for December is about to get her first taste of passion. |
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Excerpt She fought the urge to argue, knowing that no one else argued, knowing that she wasn't supposed to argue. It was this tendency of hers to question, along with her appearance, which labeled her an anomaly amongst her co-workers. Something had probably fallen through the cracks when her DNA was arranged. A lot, actually. A lot had fallen through the cracks. She was too large. Too tall as well as too wide. It was almost impossible to find clothes to fit her in the standard issue outlets. Her hair was neither blonde nor sable nor auburn nor chestnut. Instead, it was somewhere between the color of straw and dry wind-blown leaves. And her eyes, which probably should have been blue or green, if everything had gone according to plan, were brown rims on greenish centers. The three men she shared her cell with were, like her, just a wee bit on the anomaly side of normal. Just…not quite like everyone else. And everyone else was pretty much uniformly the same. Beautiful, trim, evenly proportioned with rich hair tones and vibrant eye colors—just like the man standing before her. “I’m hungry,” she told him and he nodded apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but you can’t eat today—or tomorrow.” Kansas thought about this for several moments before daring the question. She’d never gone a day without eating before. “Why?” The man strode toward her and pulled a chair up close to the bed’s edge as he dropped into it. “Because of the inhibitors.” This time he didn’t wait for her question before went on. “All of the food in our food delivery systems is charged with inhibitors.” “To inhibit accidental pregnancy,” she said. “Yes,” he answered slowly, “as well as other things.” He sprawled in the wide, comfortable chair with his legs open, a natural stance for males and her eyes settled on one of his knees. She’d always thought it strange that, even after ten generations of human life without sex, a woman would still cross her legs when she sat and a man would open his—wide. The woman always circumspect and withholding. The man always available and offering. Her eyes were drawn to a flash of light and her gaze slid sideways to rest between his legs, where a bright brass rivet shone at the very base of his fly. Purely functional and meant to hold the thick layers of canvas together, it nonetheless seemed artfully placed. For some reason, she couldn’t pull her eyes from the interesting point of light. His eyes followed hers into his crotch and she watched his thick fingers stroke the rivet a few times before sliding up over the thick mound at his groin. “The inhibitors also stifle any natural…passion you may have.” “Passion!” she answered immediately. “But that doesn’t happen anymore. Passion, violence, anger, and jealousy are stripped from our DNA during our birth design.” “I’m not talking about that kind of passion,” he told her quietly and went on to explain. “I'm talking about the body’s natural physical response to…arousing stimuli.” He took a deep breath. “I’m talking about sex.” Kansas felt her eyes grow wide. “Sex!” she exclaimed, finally nervous. “Sex is obscene! Nobody does sex anymore. Nobody normal! There’s no need. People are designed and generated in Uterine Labs! Why would anyone want to have sex? It’s dangerous, dirty and…and messy. It’s porno…it’s porno…technic!” “Pornographic,” he corrected her gently as he nodded and a few strands of black hair slipped down to shadow his left eye. “That’s what a lifetime of education has led us to believe. You’re right. Most people—normal people—don’t do sex, although you must know it’s available on the black market for a price. And you might have heard about fasters—people who starve themselves for several days and do dark things to themselves…as well as others. “But you’ve been brought to me to be reconditioned. I’m going to change your mind about sex.” |
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