Chapters Beta Academy Chapter 4
The automatic pocket door slid closed after her last student, and Alyssa 295 was alone in her classroom, her second period today being a break for other work, a gap, and finally she could let the facade drop. That… hurt. Why had such a careless comment pained her so much? Oh, it only invalidated all her struggles to get to this very point, but Jess didn’t know all that. Hadn’t she developed a thicker skin by now? Apparently not.
It was so hard being a teacher to these girls that she still considered sisters, though they were almost a decade younger than her. Truly she felt more alike to them than to her peers here at the Academy, the ones who treated her so… so… professionally? No, not quite, but with much the same remove. Let’s say ‘adequately.’ Being a Beta, she was still part of their job. But she definitely wasn’t a student. She was alone in the middle, a member of neither club.
It was nearly impossible to gain respect as a Beta, Alyssa knew. At worst, all Alphas saw in her was an unused womb, abandoning her Purpose, helping to speed up the decline of civilization. What were they at now? 1.2 billion and falling? At best she was a threat to their job, the vanguard of a potential workforce who couldn’t even legally accept a teacher’s wage. Just being stuck on the floor driving around with her shoulder left her closer to her coworkers’ shoes than their faces, and Alyssa had a sneaking suspicion that the UN Authority didn’t want it any other way.
Still, getting too close to the students was unprofessional, she knew, and this time she had definitely told Jessica too much. Alyssa was fairly confident that her star pupil wouldn’t go spreading it needlessly, but there were rules to how the facts of life were revealed here in the Academy system, rules that Alyssa didn’t necessarily subscribe to, but she had to admit that they were dangerous to mess with. Telling a young disabled girl that her life has been predefined from birth and she will never have a chance of altering that or running away does not breed happiness, or even acceptance. No, some knowledge was a burden.
Alyssa twisted her shoulders, her back, stretching what little she could, the tight nylon straps’ ever-present hold on her making themselves known. Hell, she was starting to sound like one of them now. Like a supervisor, like an alpha, like a…
Looking at the “desk” in front of her, the divider between the old Beta and the new ones, Alyssa wondered which super, or which of the other teachers, had the gall to put a plastic apple there, in the corner, full of pencils that hadn’t been touched or dulled since she started her job here nearly five years ago. A backhanded gift, without a doubt. Of course she had never been taught how to write, even when she had asked way back in third grade if her Teacher could show her how to do it with her mouth. Oh, the look on her face! Alyssa wanted to knock the fucking apple off her desk, but thinking of her smooth shoulders, she was well aware no such thing would happen. If she did manage it, put the effort in, lean as far as her chair would allow and knock it over with her shoulder or mouth, she knew the result would be pitifully anticlimactic, and then there would be pencils and pens all over the floor, blocking her chair’s hard wheels, impossible to clean up without asking for help, making the whole damn thing pointless.
Sometimes it all made her want to scream in frustration.
It had taken everything she had in her tiny limbless body to get to this point, like swimming upstream when all she had been taught to do was lay back and float. But the students were worth it, they really were, and it was better than being a mindless milker, or a bed companion in some state-run brothel, collecting “samples.” She knew that without a doubt.
Alyssa’s thought about her parents, those anonymous genetic donors she had never and would never meet. A Beta and an Alpha, pre-screened but obviously not well enough. One of them, most probably the father, had passed down some unwanted recessive traits into their daughter, traits that wouldn’t matter if she weren’t a Beta but, being the ‘engine of humanity,’ only the purest genes would make the cut. Though the criteria for purity was unclear. Who knows what had disqualified her? Maybe a tendency toward heart disease or Alzheimer’s, maybe they didn’t like freckles, it had been an off-limits, closed-door, classified decision, as so many decisions about their lives were.
So, faced with the alternatives of being milked all her life or collecting semen from pre-screened men to be redeposited in other, worthy Betas, Alyssa had managed to convince the head supervisor at the Future Center to make her mind useful to the nation… even if her womb wasn’t.
But this still left the Purpose in her. That fucking Purpose. They must’ve known she was unfit for motherly duty earlier than graduation but still they planted that ceaseless need in her head, half physical implant, half hypnopaedic suggestion. Probably so her and her kind would keep being the eager sex slaves of the protectorate. Ugh, just the thought of it made her sick; but inevitably it turned her on: to be useful, to be used; such were the suggestions in her head, such was her Purpose; and the cycle was endless… endless…
Alyssa looked down at her uniform-covered breasts ballooning out in front of her, sighed, and leant side to side, twisting the small bit she could to ease the dull ache. If the standard enhanced puberty drugs weren’t enough, she had been in the Lactation Productivity Program for nearly six months before she wore down the top super with her unprecedented proposal, a possible solution to the ever-present labor shortages. Though her breasts had stopped producing shortly after she started studying for her education certificate, they were left unusually large for her slight body type, and still heavy. If only she had arm stumps instead of these useless udders, Alyssa thought, even small ones, then she would be able to knock over that fucking pencil holder, for sure.
Alyssa checked herself. She was frustrated, yes, but disappointed with herself for letting an offhand comment get to her so easily. She had been through much worse. Of course, it didn’t help that she hadn’t been fucked in a month. A whole month. Not the longest she had gone by any means, but the bulb only did so much now that her cherry had been popped and the Purpose really activated. Her students had no understanding of real desire, none. Once she knew what it felt like to be fulfilled by a real cock, making her sore, making her complete, oh there was no substitute.
No. Alyssa didn’t want to go down this road. She had already been a little wet just from having Adam present in her first period class, and now she was flush from letting her mind wander. If she let it go on any further, it would make concentration very difficult for the rest of the day, or until she could get back to her box. She had definitely swung by her room over lunch before for a little relief, but her current situation wasn’t that dire yet.
Alyssa looked around on the desk terminal for some work to do, it’s camera tracking her eyes as she looked through folders for unfinished forms, teaching notes, anything. But she lived for her work, and she was always well ahead of the game, so this didn’t leave her much to distract herself with now, not much at all.
What was a curious woman to do with the hundreds of questions she couldn’t ask, shouldn’t ask? The system was firewalled. Oh yes, even as a Teacher she was still blocked from the internet. After the war, all access was granted by registered fingerprint, for security purposes of course. Access without hands just wasn’t ever built in, or that was the story, so all she could see was the pre-approved content of the local Academy network. Besides, the administration didn’t think she needed to be connected to the world of the Alphas for any work-related reason, her lesson plans had already been laid out for her very clearly: “This is what you will teach them, this is what they’re not ready to know, and these are the sections you don’t have clearance to read.” Alyssa was sure if this job of hers was more than a pilot program she would have never seen nor heard about that third bit.
The thought of even that thick-headed gym teacher Harriet knowing more than her just frustrated her to no end. She flicked her gaze across her desk and all the papers flew back into their folders, her workspace clean again. Bare.
She turned to the window and looked out to see a group of Betagirls in the play-yard, they were maybe twelve or thirteen, it was hard to tell. One of them had bulleted too fast across the paved area (as all young girls did with their first wheels), overshot the edge of the concrete and rolled into the grass field, motors powerless, while her friends sat just feet away on the inducting asphalt, teasing her and calling for a supervisor.
With nothing better to do, Alyssa couldn’t help but let her mind drift to where the Purpose wanted it to go, looking off farther toward the fences, thinking about the last time she had enticed a man to her room here at the Academy. What must he have thought?
She tried to picture it through his eyes, looking down, as unfathomable as it was for her. Her living space was all custom, since she was the only live-in educator here, the first ever. Everyone else on the day-shift drove back into the city in the automated busses to be with their families. But no, Alyssa stayed where all Betas had to: in the system; monitored, protected. Trying to head to the city, she wouldn’t have gotten much farther than that girl on the lawn, less than half her age, losing power on the threshold and being pulled the few feet back by her supervisor along with a stern talking-to.
The Enforcer had knocked at her door, and upon her voice authorization it opened to let him in, quickly, quietly, closing it again. The surveillance officer had been paid off, but the soldier didn’t want to get caught by a passerby. It was very much against the law to touch the merchandise, and though she had invited him personally, and though she wanted him, she was still a Beta after all. Vulnerable by chance, willing by design. No wonder the protections were in place and as inflexible as they were. In the eyes of the UN Authority, once the Purpose implant was in, Alyssa couldn’t responsibly consent anymore. She was “under the influence,” forever… and usually this wasn’t an issue. Take the Future Center as an example, one man would walk into the pairing room, already pre-approved, and the Beta prepared on the bed would instinctively want him, and only him, until he left and another walked in, and another, until one of the little swimmers had met its match inside her. There was very little choice involved and it was entirely a non-issue. It was regulated. It was okay.
But left to make her own means, Alyssa was confident there was something particularly attractive about this one, something that confirmed her belief that she had real choice and will over her own feelings of desire, and oh sure he had been the first one she saw on patrol between the perimeter fences, and sure he was the first one she asked, but it couldn’t all be the Purpose.
Right?
Again she tried to imagine it from his perspective, door closed, turning around, seeing Alyssa alone there in her tiny chair so far below, waiting for him in the center of the room. A transfer arm in the corner with enough ceiling track and reach for the whole 15’x15’ space, a station for her chair at night in one corner, floor-level bidet in the other which had a moulded seat that she could sit in unaided, a low countertop along one wall from the toilet with a feeding machine and water spout built in. And finally a twin bed along the other wall, unmade and mattress bare, with a Beta’s sleeping box on top.
They had provided the twin bed at first, and sure, Alyssa had tried to adjust, but live your entire life sleeping in a plastic box with sidewalls close, protecting you from the openness, the dark, and then go to an Alpha bed that engulfs you in heavy fabrics and has no sides to protect from a fall. Oh, and the bulb. The box had its magic bulb. She was still ashamed of needing the box, as if it alone defined her as a Beta, but he hadn’t cared, or so he had said, clearing the bed and putting it on the floor so easily with his big, strong arms, before unbuckling and picking her up from her chair, sitting on the edge, cheap mattress creaking and sagging under his weight, resting her unsteady torso on his lap, her fleshy, useless hips conforming to his thighs, tensing in anticipation, his large hands around her petite waist, her eyes reaching out where arms couldn’t. To see him, to smell him, to feel him, her Purpose was practically in overdrive, and she was finding it exceedingly difficult to say anything other than, “please…”
Alyssa had wanted to dress up for the occasion, like they did in the old movies, but she had nothing to wear save for her custom teacher uniform, based off the same zippered elastic shell of the student uniforms, provided every morning by the young supervisor who helped her get ready for the workday. Betas didn’t really own things, and you could tell. Two whole years into this job and her room was pretty bare, save for her Teaching Certificate framed on the wall and an origami crane on her countertop that Jessica had folded with her mouth and given to her several months ago.
So he had peeled off her work clothes; unzipping her from behind, unclipping her bra, and laid her bare on that open expanse of mattress to watch as he stripped himself too, his holster and bulletproof vest the first to come off, shortly followed by his uniform. This was the most skin she had ever seen of a man in person, the rest of them had been too nervous of getting caught, wasting only enough time to get their dick out of their pants. And still her eyes had focused like a ravenous animal on that last detail, and on the muscled, thirty-ish Enforcer it was one hell of a detail!
He had left her little time to ogle, though, as he eagerly climbed on top of the torso which lay prone exactly where he left her, and with his warm body he had enveloped her, held her so that she wouldn’t slide around as he began to poke at her smooth, legless hips with the rock-hard shaft mounted to his. Oh, he obviously wasn’t very experienced. That was okay, Amatory classes from years ago had taught her to be understanding of the mistake, to try flexing her hips “outward” in hopes it would pull her pussy open for him, though she didn’t know if that technique worked or not, especially since by now many of those exercises had gone the way of her schooling.
Another stab and he was home, slowly pushing into her needy, dripping hole and relentlessly splitting her in two, filling her, fulfilling her. That first push, oh god! Alyssa had tried not to scream out, wished he would kiss her, gag her with his mouth. The impulse to grab and hold onto something for dear life had been overwhelming, if foreign to someone born without hands. She wondered if Alpha women felt the same way when they were having sex, or if it was just a manifestation of her desire for all that was forever beyond her grasp.
But even as his hips picked up speed, slamming into her and sending her tits into fits across her chest, he hadn’t kissed her, even at one point suckling and biting at her nipple, but his lips never touched hers. The Purpose made it incredibly hard to emit anything more intelligible than moans, or to have much of an opinion at all, really, but Alyssa distinctly remembered wishing he would treat her like a real woman. Like in the movies.
But that hadn’t made it a bad experience, no, and the Enforcer likely agreed, with Alyssa rhythmically flexing her well-trained kegel muscles as he fucked her. Besides, it was her duty to get him off, the Purpose made sure that was her very top priority. No, not just a priority, her only thought, her obsession. And this didn’t necessarily mean as fast as possible, it meant as powerfully as possible, for the more cum that flooded into her, the more would be sensed by her lower implant, and the harder she would get to cum.
Of course her clit wasn’t modified or blocked, the buildup, the fucking itself, that all still felt amazing, but her reward for fulfilling her Purpose was miles beyond such natural sensations. An Alpha woman just wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t understand.
So when he finally ejaculated deep into her, hand gripping onto her empty shoulder, she rolled her vaginal muscles, milking him for every drop like the good little breeding machine they had raised her to be, all to cue her nerve implants to send that golden key to her brain, to release as much of an oxytocin and dopamine cocktail as possible, to flood her body with that high, to cum in sync with him, her man.
Alyssa stopped herself when she realized she was still at her desk by the window, eyes half-closed, subconsciously flexing her kegels along with the vivid memory. If only she had just one hand to… one finger to… Shuffling her hips, wincing as her sensitive clit pressed into the gel seat, she realized just how wet she was. Damn it, she likely stained her seat cover again, and the bottom of her uniform was definitely soaked through. If Alyssa could see over her breasts, though, she knew she wouldn’t have seen a trace. The pleated skirt had its benefits, she had to admit.
The Beta looked at the clock, realized she still had fifty minutes left in her gap period, and started rolling toward the door, hoping that the bulb in her room would be good enough this time.