Corporate Racial Breeding

***Author’s note: Warning, this story contains strong themes of racism, discrimination, and sexual enslavement. This is purely a work of fiction. I do not support racism, discrimination, or sexual violence. Reader discretion advised.***

Chapter 1: The Gossamer

Barnabus Morley straightened his safari hat and squared himself against the metal railing. His feet shuffled on the metal slatted catwalk, squeaking slightly. He ran a hand along the polished wood of his electric rifle. With a finger, he rubbed away a speck of dirt. “Right-o.” he said cheerily as the lifted his weapon, looking down the sights. He scanned the field below. The hanger he was in used to house blimps, but it had been converted to a nature reserve in recent years. Instead of a cement floor, the ground several stories beneath his perch was covered in grass and trees. Above, the ceiling had been modified to support hundreds of large skylights, letting in a plethora of early afternoon sun.

“Let ’em out!” Barnabus’s mustache shook vigorously as he shouted, gripping his electric rifle with stark anticipation. There was a loud sound of a switch being thrown, followed by a strong electric buzzing. From below, scraping of metal signaled the cages being opened.

“Ha ha!” Barnabus let out a cheery laugh as the figures began making a mad dash across the artificial savannah. As he cocked his rifle a high pitched electric whine filled the air and his hairs stood on end. He peered down the sights, watching as the naked black woman scrambled away. “Got you…” he whispered as he pulled down on the trigger. The rifle made a whirring sound and a bolt of blue energy shot from his gun, streaking across the field and impacting the woman square in the back. The electricity coursed over her body and she screamed in pain as she fell over.

Shortly her screams changed, from pain to ecstasy, as the electricity activated her implant surged dopamine throughout her body. Barnabus smiled, then jumped, cursing himself for letting her distract him. He cocked his rifle again, and let out another shot, downing another running ebony woman. Again. Again. Again. Finally, Barnabus’s next shot missed, and he let out a curse as the ball of blue electricity whizzed over the shoulder of a running woman as she ducked behind a tree.

“Five hits,” a voice from behind Barnabus called. He turned. It was Rexus, his close friend, and the caretaker of this facility. “Not bad,” Rexus continued. “Personally my record is twelve, but that came with a great deal of practice.”

Barnabus let out a jovial laugh. “Rex, my old friend! I was beginning to think I wouldn’t find you here today! Your assistant let me up to have a bit of a go. Hope you don’t mind.” Barnabus gestured to the field below, where moans of pleasure were still rising.

“Not at all, not at all Barny.” Rexus replied, clasping Barnabus on the arm. “Nice piece,” he said, admiring Barnabus’s electric rifle.

“Modified it myself,” Barnabus beamed. “Used to be my father’s back in the war.”

“A fine piece of work. If you’d like, I can show you my collection,” Rexus said.

“I might take you up on that; but not today! Today I come bearing gifts!” Barnabus reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slim silver box the size of a checkbook. “Newest version there is.” Barnabus said, a gleam in his eyes. “Not even on the market yet.” He handed the case over to Rexus.

Rexus gingerly opened the case as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. A cheeky grin crept over his face. “My my Barny, you have outdone yourself this time. Four new variants? How did you find the time?”

“Ahh, not the TIME, Rex, the MONEY. I’ve tripled my workforce with the revenue I’ve brought in with the pre-orders already. After the demonstration last year, I have more orders than I know what to do with! With all those research teams punching away on their computers, it was easy enough to have my new visions brought to life quicker than ever.” Barnabus leaned on his rifle, a cocky tone in his voice.

“Well well Brany, I am impressed. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you what I have been working on. I know how you think Barny, and I do say… by the name of this alone… I think I have just the thing.” Rexus smiled as he plucked one of the small digital chips from its casing and held it up, waving it at Barnabus. There was a jet black label on it, and in bright silver cursive writing, the words ‘Silky Midnight’ were drawn lavishly.

The two men embraced each other, and walked off the catwalk, arms over each other’s shoulders.

“The new lab is on the 93rd story,” Rexus said casually as the express elevator shot upwards, carrying Rexus and Barnabus quickly out of the hanger and above the sprawling metropolis below. Soon the hanger at the base of the building looked like barely a breadbox as the glass elevator shot skywards. “Now that construction is done, work has been going swimmingly. Shall I show you the gestation room first?” Rexus inquired, gesturing casino siteleri as the elevator came to a stop.

As the doors opened a soft female voice chimed “93rd floor, experimental breeding facility 6.”

Barnabus nodded eagerly and Rexus swept proudly into the white reception room. “Afternoon Jenette,” Rexus called cheerily to the secretary.

“Hello Sir! They are ready for you in room one-ten.”

Rexus inclined his head to the blonde secretary as he ushered Barnabus deeper into the interior of the building. “Here we are,” he said after a few minutes of winding through corridors. “After you,” Rexus said with a smile, pushing the door to Room 110 open with a smile.

Barnabus stepped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. The halls were white and brightly lit. This room was much darker. It was painted black and the only light came from a dim orange light high on the wall. Rexus stepped in behind him, closing the door. The room was long and thin, extending away from the doorway. Covering the walls on each side of the room were large tanks. Glittering panels of lights were placed in front of each tank.

At Rexus’s coaxing, Barnabus stepped up to the first tank on the left. The tank was dark, and being a man of the silicon world, Barnabus’s eyes were first drawn not to the tank but the display. The display read: “SUBJECT: GOSSOMER. STRAIN: 1264. PRIMARY MARKER GENES: 64 = Y. 112 = Y. 34 = N. 110 = Y. 42 = N. ARTIFICIAL AGE: 8 MONTHS. GROWTH TIME: 8 DAYS.”

“What do you think?” Came Rexus’s voice.

“Naming them now are we?” Barnabus said, gesturing to the word GOSSOMER. “Just the special ones.” Said Rexus. “Can you tell what’s special about this one?”

Barnabus looked back at the display. “Still using the 1-day to 1-month growth rate I see…” He traced his finger under the marker genes, reading them carefully. “No 34? Really?”

Rexus beamed in the darkness. “Check the sequence around 34.”

Barnabus stared skeptically at Rexus, but decided to humor him. He tapped the glowing 34 = N on the display, and it brought up the sequence for that region. He zoomed in, and began eying the genome markers around the sequence. Seeing nothing unusual, he began scrolling some distance away from the gene. Then he saw it. “Oooooohhh…” he murmured as he observed a segment of sequence labeled ARTIFICIAL INSERT AT8G11071. “You got it to work?” he said in a bemused voice. “How…”

“Funny thing actually. It required a special adaptor sequence. Took it from an orangutan. But it works. Quite well if I do say so myself. Perfect fit for Silky Midnight I believe…”

Barnabus peered into the tank, but all he could see was a dark shape suspended in the chamber. “Do you have an adult specimen? He asked curiously. I’d like to see this Gossamer myself.”

“Of course, of course, right this way old friend. And peruse as we walk! There’s other new tasty treats growing here as well.” Rexus slipped past Barnabus and began leading him down the long room.

Over a minute passed as the two men walked through the room. Barnabus occasionally paused to examine another tank, but he didn’t dally too long. He wanted to see this Gossamer for himself. The hair had always been a problem. If Rexus had finally found a way to solve that… this would be quite exciting indeed.

“I have an unprogrammed Gossamer waiting for just this occasion Barny,” Rexus said as he opened the far door. Inside was a circular room filled with carpets, throw pillows, beds, and couches. “Make yourself comfortable as I go install it with Silky Midnight?”

Barnabus nodded as he examined the room. Rexus slipped out of another door, closing it behind him. Barnabus plopped himself on a plush purple couch, resting his electric rifle beside it.

It wasn’t long before Rexus returned. “It’s downloading now. Why don’t we have a drink while we wait for it to prepare?” Rexus pulled two glasses from behind a sofa and filled them with chilled wine. Barnabus gladly too it and sipped lightly.

Rexus and Barnabus chatted idly as they waited, but Barnabus’s mind was elsewhere. He was eager to see what Rex had come up with. He didn’t have to wait for long, because after a few minutes there was a buzzing sound from Rexus’s wrist. He looked down at his watch and said cheerily “it’s coming in now,” as he gestured to a nearby door.

The door opened quickly and a slender but curvy ebony woman strode into the room. Barnabus could tell the moment he saw her she was running on his Silky Midnight software. Here eyes gleamed sharply and she had a quirky smirk on her face.

Banabus’s eyes traced up the body. Toned calves and thighs. Wide hips. No pubic hair. A deliciously thin waist. Very perky C-cup breasts. Dark nearly black nipples. All very good and significantly improved over Rex’s previous model. The breasts were especially bouncy. He moved his eyes higher, taking in the facial pigment and lashes. He whistled. “No makeup?” he had to ask Rex to canlı casino confirm.

“None at all…” Rexus confirmed with a sultry tone in his voice.

It was a masterpiece. The skin was flawless. The eye and lip pigment was done perfectly. If Rexus hadn’t confirmed otherwise Barnabus would have been sure she was wearing makeup. She had a smoky makeup look about her, and her eyelashes were full and long — but not too long.

And the hair. Barnabus’s heart leapt at the hair. Truly a work of art. Jet black and perfectly straight. Not a strand out of place. Some of it was done up in a bun stylized to look like a rose. The Gossamer was strutting around the room slowly, eyeing the men seductively. Her eyes locked on Barnabus, causing him to beam. The new programming was working perfectly. She ran her hands up through her hair, causing it to cascade down around her face like stirred silk. She had assessed the situation and correctly identified Barnabus was the one she was supposed to be impressing. She slowly walked towards him, one foot in front of the other, doing a perfect runway walk. She reached Barnabus and stood with her legs wide as she ran her hands up and down her body.

“How old is it?” Barnabus asked curiously.

“27 days.” Rexus said nonchalantly.

“27?!” Barnabus exclaimed in surprise. “I thought you were still working on the 1-day to 1-month model! She certainly looks a lot older that a two year old!”

Rexus laughed. “I thought that might surprise you. We managed to accelerate the growth rate after the womb stage. 9 days for 9 months, then… 18 days for 18 years.”

“But what about degradation? I thought it wasn’t possible to go faster?” Barnabus sputtered, disbelief clearly on his face.

The Gossamer grinned widely as she cupped he breasts then pinched her nipples lightly.

“Why not give it a squeeze? You’ll find it’s integrity to be extremely good,” Rexus said.

Barnabus leaned forwards and reached behind the Gossamer, giving her a hard squeeze on the ass. It felt good. Better than good, it felt amazing. Her butt was toned and firm, and her skin was as smooth as a newborn. “Unbelievable…” he muttered.

“Go ahead and give it a more vigorous testing if you don’t believe,” Rexus said, a happily amused tone in his voice.

Barnabus stood up, pushing the woman backwards. He grabbed a breast and squeezed harshly. A shuttering moan escaped her lips. The breasts were as nice as the ass. Perfectly shaped to comfortably fill the hand.

“That’s it?” Rexus chimed “I assure you Barny, the body can take a beating! Afraid your software can’t?” A large grin had crept over Rexus’s face. Barnabus grinned back.

Barnabus reached up and grabbed the girl by the throat, tossing her aside like a rag doll. The Gossamer made no move to break her fall. Once she was down though she sprung up into a doggy-style position, swaying her ass side to side while gyrating her hips and pressing her breasts and face to the carpeted floor. Barnabus brought up his boot, slamming it between her legs, impacting her crotch and stomach. The force of the blow lifted her off the ground a bit. She let out a small yelp, then a soft moan.

Barnabus kneeled down between her legs and brought his face near her sex. With two fingers he pressed her dark brown lips aside, revealing her pink interior. Her inner folds glistened in the light of the room, soaking wet. “Quite good Rex, quite good.” Barnabus said as he stood back up again. He walked around her to stand by her head. With his boot he pushed her over so she rolled onto her back. She wiggled slowly on the ground, smiling up at him.

Barnabus pivoted his foot, then pressed the sole of his boot down on her neck. She maintained eye contact, her smile still on her face. She tweaked her nipples and licked her lips as Barnabus pressed down harder, cutting off her breathing.

“I was never very fond of these ultra-submissive programs,” Barnabus mused as the Gossamer squirmed and gasped, still tweaking her nipples. She made no attempt to move his foot. “Where’s the fun if they don’t fight back? Not that I enjoy this sort of thing either. But a little bit of independent thought in what you are fucking is always a good thing I think. Else we’d all just use fleshlights.”

Rexus shrugged. “To each their own my friend. I like a submissive bitch every once in a while. And causing pain can bring pleasure if you do it right.”

Barnabus pressed down harder. The gasping motions from the Gossamer were slowing down, and her nipple pinching was just twitching now as her arms spasmed. “Quite impressive though isn’t it?” Barnabus said, watching as the Gossamer’s eyes fluttered.

“Indeed.” Rexus chimed.

Barnabus lifted his foot and the Gossamer gasped for breath. Her eyes blinked quickly and her back arched. Her arms stiffened for a moment, then she settled back down. She was still smiling, staring at Barnabus. Her hands went back to her nipples and she continued playing kaçak casino with herself. Barnabus left her where she was and came back to sit on the couch again.

“Well I do say you have outdone yourself this time Rex. The facial pigment is exquisite. I never thought you would perfect it.”

“It was quite difficult, but I think the Gossamer came out quite well. Feel the hair!”

Barnabus snapped, and the Gossamer got on her hands and knees. She came crawling over to him, mouth open, eyes filled with lust. He stroked her head. The hair was as soft as it looked. Like silk. He grabbed a fistful of it, turning her head this way then that. She rolled her tongue out, and looked from him towards his crotch. “Best feel yet Rex. This is by far the best specimen you have made…”

“Thank you, thank you,” Rexus said dismissively. “You are too kind. It is your program that brings her to life.” Rexus cleared his throat, and when he continued he spoke in a quieter more conspiratorial tone. “But Barny, I have plans… Plans for something far far better. You know of our diversity problem?”

Barnabus nodded. He knew all too well of the diversity problem. There was only so far you could go with a purely African genome. You could tweak so much, but there were limits. Facial features and skin tones were the big ones. When this whole project was started, everyone had thought it would be very easy to genetically alter those. Especially skin tone. No one had expected it would prove to be so difficult. Rexus could literally change the genetic makeup to cause pigment in the face to look like makeup, but he couldn’t lighten skin past a moderate brown. Even a mocha color could not be achieved. The more prominent facial features could be toned down, but their appearance was still distinctly African. It had been a scientific breakthrough when a workaround had been discovered to alter hair.

“Well, I have come up with…. I think… a solution.”

That peaked Barnabus’s interest. He sat up straight and pushed away the Gossamer. “Well, what is it?”

Rexus smiled sheepishly. “Don’t be mad Barny. I don’t think you’ll like it. But I know how to do it and make it look legal.” He paused for a moment, and when Barnabus nodded cautiously he continued. “Breeding.”

Barnabus’s face contorted in a look of shock. “That’s-!”

“I know.” Rexus said curtly, cutting him off before he could continue. “Illegal.”

“Illegal!?” Barnabus said with disgust. “It’s revolting! Not to mention biologically impossible! They’re all sterile!” Barnabus said, practically yelling as he waved an arm at the Gossamer. He was turning red in the face and his moustache was fluttering in irritation and rage.

“Not anymore.” Rexus said without raising his voice. “The Gossamer line is fertile.”

Barnabus’s gaze shot to the Gossamer lounging on the floor, a sickened look on his face. “H-how could you even think of this Rexus! That thing is an abomination!” He grabbed his electric rifle, intent on switching it from stun to kill and putting an end to Rexus’s creation.

Rexus shot up and crossed the room in an instant, putting himself between Barnabus and the Gossamer and placing his hand over the raised rifle. “It’s the only way Barny,” he said quickly. “I can hide the fact that the offspring were born not engineered. Think of all the money. We’d be the first company to come out with light-skinned models. You can have a hundred research teams, and I can have a corporate building in every major city. This will put us on top of the map. Our stock will skyrocket. No one knows about this but you and me. I’ll do the extractions myself. I’ll modify the genomes myself. And once we have a laundered line then I can put it up for mass production, claiming I engineered it.” Rexus was speaking incredibly fast, trying to blurt out his whole plan before Barnabus did something rash. It had worked.

At the mention of profit Barnabus’s rage had begun to subside. His grip on the gun loosened and Rexus took it away, putting his arm around his friend. The two of them stared down at the Gossamer who was still playing with herself, rolling around slightly and smiling back up at them. “Alright. Alright Rexus.” Barnabus said in a calmer voice “I’m listening…”

Chapter 2: To Purify

Barnabus paced up and down in his drawing room. His meeting with Rexus last week had not gone at all how he expected. Rexus wanted to BREED a lighter skinned model. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief from his pocket. They would go to jail for life if they were found out. Even discussing such a thing would at least earn a fine if not worse. But the potential… Ohh the potential… The Maxie-6, the lightest skin model available, sold for quadruple what the Maxie-5 sold for. And the only difference was the skin tone. And the Maxie-6 was still a dark milk-chocolate color. With one coupling they could create a middling tone mulatto with mocha skin. Rexus had show him his digital mockups. If it worked, they could charge twenty times the price of a Maxie-6. More if they made it a limited line. And they could go lighter still… A coupling with one of the new mulattos would produce even lighter skin. He shuddered at the thought of how much money they were going to make.