World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 22

“When will we reach the Republic of Trilor?” I asked Kemala.

So far, this had been the longest airship journey yet. Several days and nights had passed and I was starting to grow a bit airsick. My daughters

“We already entered their airspace.” Kemala pointed.

I looked out to see a smaller ship running alongside us. This one had various guns and the girls running around the deck were all in uniform.

“Military?”

“Kemala nodded. “As soon as we entered their airspace, they sent this ship to escort us. It’s to keep us from going anywhere off limits, as well as to keep us safe.”

“I see…”

“You should be cautious here.” She made a face. “If you think other countries have been bad, the slave trade in Trilor is the worst. The government is completely corrupt and they control the people by controlling the media. Men belong to the state. As far as the Republic of Trilor is concerned, you’re property. It’s not a safe place for you.”

“Then, should we even be touring here?” I asked.

“It’s the largest nation in the world. They’re our number one contributor. They paid nearly half the costs of everything associated with this trip, and their donation to Zoskar is just as large.”

“I see…”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we sold you out for money,” Kemala spoke worriedly. “However, you might want to… act a bit more reserved. Only speak when spoken to, don’t look any leaders in the eyes, and don’t ask questions! That’s a big one.”

“I’m already certain this is going to be a fantastic trip,” I responded sarcastically.

The airship continued on its path until we eventually landed in an airfield. A walkway was erected and I left the airship with a group of people around me. There was Kemala, as well as Syph and Brianna. The spiritualist bodyguard was there. Lexy and Raven were following behind. Raven had finally come out of her room the other day and then decided she wanted to join me on my tour of the country. Lexy didn’t hesitate to join her. As we reached the bottom of the ramp, we were greeted by a group that dwarfed our own.

This group of women dressed in what I supposed were traditional Trilorian outfits, although they looked like kimonos to me. I wasn’t sure who they were. Most of them immediately recognized me, smiling and shaking my hand. It wasn’t as hostile as Kemala had made me fear. I figured was still an important figure among Valiant and a world-famous person. I couldn’t just be thrown into a cell somewhere. However, one woman in particular, standing at the very front, stood out to me. She had long black hair, tied in a ponytail, and wore glasses. She stared at me with a cold, unfeeling look. She stepped forward, walking directly past everyone else.

“You are Clyburn?” She asked me.

“That’s right.” I nodded.

“I am the Prime Minister of the Republic of Trilor. You will address me as Madame President.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“We have much to discuss.” The Madame President turned her head to the others. “You do not need to remain with him. Everyone may be shown to your rooms.”

Kemala frowned slightly, suggesting this wasn’t part of the original discussion. “I’m sorry, but I’m in charge of Clyburn’s schedule as well as his safety.”

“That won’t be necessary.” The woman spoke sharply. “The Republic of Trilor will keep him safe.”

“B-but-”

“We didn’t pay to bring him to this country so that he could hide in a hotel room the entire time.” She interrupted.

“You know about Stoana?” Kemala’s eyebrow raised. “Those were extraneous circumstances.”

“As are these, we have agreed to host Clyburn for one week, and we have a packed schedule. He has thirty-two appearances scheduled this week.”

“With all due respect, the show-”

“The show is not enough.” She interrupted. “We have modified the schedule. We have also prepared a better speech for Clyburn to give. If you do not wish to agree to such things, you’re welcome to leave. In which case, we will be pulling out funding.”

Kemala’s mouth opened and closed a few times. I could see her annoyance. Usually, it took her mother for her to be this overwhelmed. Unfortunately, they returned to Matahari after we arrived in Stoana. The queen of Matahari and her sons couldn’t just visit a bunch of countries without warning, and certainly, the Republic of Trilor banned her from entering outright.

“It’s fine,” I interjected, deciding for her. “If it’s that important to them, we can make the changes.”

Kemala looked at me worriedly. I wasn’t nearly as worried. I had been used as a pack mule before, and hard work didn’t frighten me. They promised to return me in a week, and I trusted that they would make every accommodation. Even if they didn’t, I wasn’t a pushover. After my near-death with Raven, I had prepared a few dozen vicious spells. If they intended to betray us, they’d suffer greatly for the indignity. The prime minister spoke without giving Kemala a chance to agree.

“I’m glad you understand.” The woman turned around. “This way.”

She walked away. A few of her servants followed her, but the others stayed behind, trying to redirect the rest of my group. I knew Kemala had promised me she wouldn’t part from me again, so she was torn up about this. I’d have to find some way to make it up to her.

“I might need some spiritualists… ah, supernatural bodyguards. We’ve encountered at least one shadow person, and possibly more.”

“Myths!” One of the women barked scornfully.

“I assure, you, they’re very much real.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but the prime minister spoke first. “We will do everything necessary to assure your safety, Mr. Clyburn.”

She stopped, gesturing at a limousine-style hover car. I nodded at her and got in. She didn’t follow me in, but another woman sat down across from me. With a clipboard in her hand and dark, straight hair, she sort of reminded me of Cornelia. I was pretty sure that she was this country’s equivalent of a male coordinating agent.

“Hello. My name is Sanae, I’m in charge of keeping track of everything for you. This is going to be a rather quick drive, so I wanted to discuss some of the changes we’ve made to your itinerary.”

“Alright.” I nodded, getting comfortable in the seat, noticing no one offered me a drink.

“First of all, the tour. I’m afraid your tour will come with a purpose. We Trilorians believe in efficiency. Why send you to our most popular destinations without having you appear there? Your first appearance will be the Concord Station. It’s our newest high-speed rail, the pinnacle of Trilor travel. You will ride it, and then when you are finished, you will compliment it. Say something like ‘This is a marvel in engineering that only a country like Trilor could manage.’ Something like that.”

“I think I can manage that,” I responded dryly, already wondering when this week would end.

“Next, a public speech.” She began flipping through the pages. “It’s a speech about Trilor, and you’ll have to memorize it.”

“I’m good at public speaking. I can improvise.”

“It’s best you don’t.” She spoke curtly. “The next stop is a museum. We have an art exhibit featuring the history of Trilor. You will go through the whole thing, and then afterward, you will talk about the beautiful history of the Republic of Trilor.”

“Didn’t your country only become a Republic like fifty years ago? I thought before then, you were a-”

“That kind of history won’t be necessary.” She responded icily.

“Oh…” I wasn’t sure what else to say.

“After the museum, we have an interview with the local news station. You will discuss the wonderful things about the Republic of Trilor, as well as the importance of working. The final stop today is a factory. You will meet the factory workers. You will shake hands with them and talk to them. You will compliment the work they do, and tell them how wonderful Trilor is and how much they do for our country.”

“That sounds nice enough…”

“You’ll also pick one worker and impregnate her tonight.”

“There it is.”

“Is there a problem with this? We have even allowed you to choose for tonight.”

“For tonight?”

“Yes, for the other five nights, you’ll be here, you will not be able to choose.”

“I see…” I sighed, figuring I’d have to have a word with Lexy. “Can I bring a few people along?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“I’m not talking about bodyguards.” I gestured at my daughters. “Raven, Lexy, my daughters…”

“Do not worry, your other guests will be treated well this week.”

She didn’t seem to leave room for any argument, and since I was already on my own with her, it seemed like there was nothing else to do. It didn’t click that everything she had requested was the things she wanted me to do that day. Most of the day was already over and it was the afternoon, but they still had me running around. I was shown the train, which appeared to be a floating train, although it used mana and not magnetics. A magic engineer gave me the rundown of the concept. To their credit, it was rather brilliant, conserving mana to the extreme.  When I mentioned magnetics rails, the engineer looked confused, and my handler looked at me with extreme annoyance. I said the lines I needed to say, and then they shoved me onto the next event.

I realized they didn’t so much want me to see anything of Trilor as they wanted to record me speaking positively about it. They wanted those soundbites of me saying their transportation was the fastest, their city was the cleanest, and their people were the happiest. Once I figured that out and gave them what they wanted, things were considerably less tense. By the time I reached the factory, I had been running around all day and felt exhausted.

My handler was the one who walked me into the factory. A large crowd of women gathered, and I was handed a microphone. I smiled, greeting the factory workers. I shook their hands and told them how great their country was and how hard their jobs were. It wasn’t too different from the speech I had given in Stoana, although less focus was given to my baby batter. They were much less lewd, and the act of having a baby was treated like a civic duty, not a good time. It turned out the government selected women to become pregnant. They were taken somewhere, inseminated, and then returned to their job until term. Females were raised while males were taken away, not unlike what Amaryllis tried to do before the split.

After the speech, the factory workers had a question and answer session. I could tell that the questions were heavily vetted, and everything was really easy to answer, and frammed in ways that only made Trilor seem even better in comparison. I was taken to a side room where several women waiting. When I walked in, every girl lifted her skirt. I was instantly flashed with ten vaginas.

“It’s time to select a womb.” The woman who was guiding me ordered.

“You mean I need to pick a girl?”

“Yes, you’ll have to impregnate her.”

“Can I ask some questions first?”

“Questions aren’t necessary.”

I tried to look at the girl’s faces, but they were all expressionless. They didn’t even blush at exposing their vaginas. Were these even the same girls as the workers outside? Considering there were only ten, I felt like this was all carefully choreographed as well.

“Are you an option?” I asked, half-joking.

“If you would like to impregnate me, I am prepared.” She responded, looking a bit proud.

There wasn’t even an expression of disappointment on their faces. I was escorted out of the building and I was taken to a Republican Party Headquarters which included housing. I was given a quick meal and then shown to my room. I was dead tired, but I didn’t even have a moment to rest when I heard the door open and then closed. When I looked back, the woman was not in my bedroom. Instead of her suit, she was wearing nothing but underwear. At least it was sexy underwear. Perhaps romance wasn’t completely dead yet.

“You may impregnate me whenever you’re ready.” She ordered.

I got up and went to her. I grabbed her and gave her a passionate kiss. Then I pulled her panties off. They were wet.

“What a surprise! You’re aroused. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one.” I said.

She smiled but did not respond. I removed my clothes. I got onto the bed with her. We began kissing. At first, her kissing was somewhat mechanical, but the more I kissed her, the more she got into it. I could tell that her emotions were getting the best of her. No girl could go a lifetime without sex and then act completely sterile and mechanical when the event finally came.

I grabbed her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed them. They were rather modest. Most girls I had seen so far in Trilor didn’t have large breasts. I guess some stereotypes didn’t die no matter which world you lived in. Well, this world didn’t have Asian women. These women looked Chinese but had a dark Mongolian skin tone. If anything, it gave them a darker, sexier look to them. The guide’s boobs were small though. Her nipples were hard, so I lifted her shirt and I sucked on them.

“Ohhhh!” She said as she grabbed my head. “Th-this is making me pregnant?”

“Yes!” I nodded.

I knew it! She wasn’t completely trained, and holes were starting to show. Even though she didn’t understand why I was touching her breasts, she was still just a girl. All girls like breast play. I sucked her nipple harder and used my other hand to rub her other boob. Her nipples were very sensitive and reacted accordingly. She didn’t ask questions about how this would impregnate her, but instead leaned back and took it.

“Oh, that’s it. This feels so good.” She moaned.

Instinctively, she put her hand down at her crotch, squeezing it.

“Let me do that,” I said as I moved her hand away.

She didn’t resist. She was here to do her government duty and was willing to do whatever I told her. She didn’t say another word as I began stroking her clitoris. It was already very hard. It was obvious that she had little experience being with a man and was blindly stumbling forward in the dark. If it was another guy who grew up in this world, he’d probably just stick it in and bust a load without foreplay. I wasn’t that kind of guy though. I inserted a finger into her pussy. She was dripping wet.

“Yes. Ohhh yes.” She moaned.

“This is making you pregnant, right?” She asked again, looking in confusion at my erect penis that wasn’t inside her.

“Yes, it is.” I teased.

She moaned again. I inserted a second finger. The moans got louder. I kissed her nipples again. This made her moan even more. Her face was flushed and her body was starting to perspire.

“Yes, keep doing that. Please.” She begged.

Even if she wasn’t getting pregnant, she’d probably still beg for it at this point. I continued to finger her. She grabbed her legs and opened them wider. Her face was turning redder and redder. It was time to move things along. I pulled her panties and bra off. She lay there naked and panting. I crawled on top of her. I spread her legs, and I lined my dick against the crevices of her pussy. I began to penetrate her. She wrapped her arms around me.

“Ahh! It’s… it’s so big.” She said.

“Don’t worry. Just relax.” I whispered.

I began sliding myself inside her. She was a virgin, and she was very tight. She groaned a little, but she didn’t scream. She didn’t push me away. She didn’t resist at all. She wanted it. It was her government’s job to give birth to a new child. As a government worker, it was her duty to fulfill her job. I began moving.

“Aahhhh.” She cried out.

“Don’t stop!” She cried.

“Yes. Yes.” I responded as I moved in and out of her.

“Please.” She begged.

“Please what?”

“More.” She pleaded, panting, seemingly unable to come up with lewd things to say.

“Do you want more?” I asked.

“Yes. Yes, I want more. Please give me more.” She said.

I thrust myself deeper inside her.

“Yesss. Yesss.” She moaned.

“Tell me you want more. Beg for it.” I demanded.

“I want it! I want your cock! I want more!” She cried.

Her voice echoed throughout the room. She was being loud, but I didn’t care. There was no doubt in my mind that there were women on surveillance watching this room right now. There were probably guards outside the door who heard everything too. I hoped they all enjoyed the show. Even if they got pregnant, most of them would only ever do it through insemination. Only this woman got to do it the natural way. I wanted the other girls to get a taste of that.

“You want my cock? Say it!” I said as I continued to pump into her.

“Your cock. I want your cock! Give it to me.” She begged, drool coming out her mouth as she became lost in a pleasure she didn’t know was possible.

I fucked her faster and harder. My hands were on her ass as I gripped it. She began panting faster and faster. Her body was shaking. Her legs were trembling. It was like her brain couldn’t handle the pleasure.

“Please cum inside me.” She pleaded.

Her eyes were glazing over. She was about to reach the point of no return. I kept pumping into her. Her pussy was becoming wetter and wetter. I could feel it leaking out of her and onto the bed. It was like a geyser was about to burst.

“Are you ready to be a mother?” I asked her.

“Yes! Yes! Please make me a mother.” She begged.

“Ok, baby. Ok. I’m going to make you a mommy. Ok. I’m going to fuck your pussy. Fuck it until it can’t take anymore. Ok? Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. Please fuck my pussy.” She pleaded.

Her body began to shake uncontrollably. It was like she was having a seizure. I could feel her legs and arms trembling.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum for me. Let’s have a baby.” I said as I pumped into her.

“Aaahh! Aaaaahhhh! Aaaahhh!” She screamed as she had an orgasm.

I could feel her pussy tighten up. Her juices squirted onto me. It was a huge mess. Her fluids covered the entire bed.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. You’re doing good.” I said.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” She apologized.

“Don’t worry, baby. It happens sometimes. This is normal. It means you’re pregnant.” I lied.

“It does?”

“Yes. You’re pregnant. You’re going to be a mother.”

“That’s so good!” She smiled happily in the first genuine expression I’d seen on her besides her o-face.

“You’re welcome. “I leaned forward and kissed her.

Her arms were around me, holding me tightly. Her tongue entered my mouth. I was surprised at her intimacy, but I didn’t stop her. On a normal night, I might go a second time, but I was pretty tired, and even while still inside her, I fell asleep.