Batair and Mira: A Love Story

Widespread disease, misuse of environmental resources, and corruption in government spending that led to bankruptcy and loss of medical and other services had threatened the survival of the human race. People were dying by the millions. Every available plot of land was used to bury bodies. Some died from exposure to bacteria, bloodborne viruses, and gastrointestinal infections transmitted during the handling of so many corpses. Many others just committed suicide because they could no longer deal with so much death.

The downfall began in the 21st century. Citizens, medical professionals, environmental specialists, religious leaders, and many others raised their voices in protest against the government’s careless, unwise, selfish use of its resources. But their efforts were to no avail. Political parties had become so entrenched in the war with each other that the voices of the people were no longer heard.

Then people started dying. It really began early in the 21st with the pandemic of 2019/2020. But no one had any clue that things would eventually become so bad and produce such indescribable horror just 100 years later. Thousands and thousands of people died throughout that century. In the beginning, a vaccine was quickly developed, and people thought they were out of danger. However, not only did more pandemics begin to arise, but the long-term side effects of the vaccines began to disable the thousands of people who took them. This put more and more pressure on the government to support these people. In addition, it affected the reproductive systems of many. Men were not able to produce healthy sperm and women’s eggs failed to survive in the womb.

Corporations worked hard to develop more, safer vaccines. But after a while, they couldn’t keep up with the demand. Murders of government officials and owners of pharmaceutical companies began to happen regularly. The country had devolved into anarchy. Many were leaving the major cities in an attempt to protect their families from infection. People had to learn to live off the land again. Technology was still available in major hubs. But as people moved further, they lost that resource.

In fact, those who were suffering from the effects of failed vaccinations were being forced out of the city. The government could not handle their demands and no longer wanted to deal with them. Many leaders of government resistance groups had disappeared.

So, the government developed a breeding program involving the healthiest males and females left on earth. We were the product of those who had refused to take the vaccine ... and now, there was a desperate need to ensure the survival of the fittest.

This program was called The Regenesis Project, developed by World Renowned Geneticist Diana Sanborn, chief scientist at the prestigious genetics AMAX Global laboratory. Her theoretical foundation had Darwinian roots, and natural selection was heavily weighted in her DNA research and development.

I was one of their most valued and successful breeders. They actually named us Bulls. The females were called Heifers. There was no subtlety, and certainly no compassion, in their communication of our purpose.

Also, there were no more actual bulls, cows, or other animals used for food available for the general population. All had been used for food by the starving masses over the last several decades. There were, however, specialized government facilities designed to provide food for exclusive government and program officials, the very wealthy who supported the government, the medical, scientific, and other experts who ran the program, and us. That included cattle. So, it was interesting that we had the same title as the things we ate.

Sure, we were well taken care of ... the healthiest food, the best doctors, the finest education, luxurious living quarters. But basically, we were no more than breeding stock. There were breeding centers all over the world and corporate offices in all major cities. Fences and armed guards circled these corporate monoliths No one was getting past them into their hallowed interiors ... and no one was getting out unless permitted by the powers that be.

Make no mistake, there were severe consequences for disobedience and other attempts to defy or leave the program. To my knowledge, the only way out of the program for us was in a body bag or through uselessness to the program. Many had been released with trackers installed in them and resources to survive for a year.

It was made extremely clear that if there was any indication that information about the program was revealed, they would be quickly “erased.” That threat had been fulfilled on a number of occasions and the report of it had been disseminated to all who were still in the program. So, there was little to no outright defiance. Also, there were very few rebellions within the program. The primary reason is that we were taken from our families as babies, tested, and experimented on to determine if we qualified for the program. Their strategies were rooted in the child trafficking activities of the 20th and 21st centuries.

So, many of the breeders were completely content, even felt proud and entitled, that they were a part of the program. In addition, the program’s propaganda flooded our minds daily that we were the best, the brightest, the fittest.

Even I had existed in a certain state of contentment until something happened. I fell in love.

In my 25th year, I was coupled with the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. Her name was Mira. She had white-blond hair and the most astounding green eyes. They were like the clearest Peridot gems that had been expertly placed into perfectly slanted eyes that rested in a flawless face ... and they were filled with fear. She had just turned 18 and had been matched with me to begin the breeding process.

At least there was one redeeming quality about the breeding process. For some reason, they waited until we turned 18 to place us in the “breeding pool.”

The feelings that slammed into me were instant and intense the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew that I would never desire to be with another woman ever again. A protective instinct took over my body that was feral and ferocious. I knew at that moment ... I would die before I let anyone else touch her. A plan to keep her began instantly to develop in my mind.

I had been with over 100 females in my seven years in the. Impregnation took an average of two weeks. So, a different female was brought to me approximately every third week because in the interim I was given the opportunity to rest and receive certain testosterone boosting foods and other nutrients.

But I knew that Mira was the last female I’d be with, and I could see that she felt the impact of my presence as well. Her dilated pupils held some fear, but also excitement. Also, the females were dressed in diaphanous, see-through garments. The evidence of her excitement was in her pebbled nipples that I could see beneath her robe. I was certain she didn’t even know what was happening to her body.

“Hello, My name is Batair,” I spoke quietly. “You can come in, my beautiful Mira.”

Her eyes revealed surprise at my greeting. But her face remained calm. My “job” as a Bull involved making the females feel comfortable and wanted. It also involved stirring their desire for me, and I had become a master. But my words to Mira were real and intentional. I believed she was mine, she was my vision of beauty, and the only woman I would ever love.

As I drew her forward and felt the softness of her skin ... smelled the fragrance in her hair ... and inhaled the faint scent of lust that was beginning to emanate from her body, it was like I had been dosed with a near-fatal aphrodisiac. I knew about those because they were sometimes used by the program to move the mating along in couples who did not seem to have a natural attraction to one another. I never needed one of those because I was a naturally libidinous kind of guy. I felt real compassion for those who had same-sex desires because, of course, those were not tolerated in the program.

But I knew that this uncontrollable response to this exquisite creature was all-natural. I literally had to grab the wall beside me so that I would not leap on her and begin the breeding process immediately. I knew that it would frighten her traumatically and possibly damage my ability to seduce her. I also didn’t want the people who were watching to recognize my extreme, already obsessive, response to her. I knew that there were those who would use it to torment me. It had to look like she was just another “heifer.”

I had learned to adapt to every situation that had been brought into my life and had become a man who was able to make immediate decisions. I also learned to walk right along the edge of rebellion without stepping over into punishment by the program. They had extremely creative ways of punishing breeders.

But I had decided that Mira would belong to no other man. I had learned certain strategies to manipulate the breeding process in order to extend my time with certain females who had pleased me in the past ... undetected by the cameras that I knew were position in various places in the breeding chamber. We had up to one month to impregnate the female. This time I would use that extended period and those strategies to get Mira and me out of the program.

There was no other choice. Either we would leave here together, or I would die here.

I can guarantee that our story will continue. Mira will be mine forever!