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New Author - First Post

I have read many stories in this newsgroup and have found some of them
stimulating. Others I have found to be the work of a quick cock-
fondling at the computer screen. Some were cranked out so quick the
author didn't have the chance or forethought to run the spell-check
(incorrect punctuation ruins the mood). Don't real authors know that in
a quoted statement, the ending punctuation comes before the end quote?
(." rather than ".)

Fantasies of a wife or girlfriend? A family member? A woman or girl who
lives next door or down the street? Someone at school or at work? Many
of the stories I have read are presented as real-life experiences. Some
by men (boys?) who pretend to be a woman (girl?).

The following is a story. A conjured event which has no basis in fact.
Don't try this at home unless you practice, in real life, how my mind
works in fantasy. If you do, may your favorite deity have mercy.

Keep in mind that this is the prologue of a complete novel, one of
dozens I have written for my own amusement, not to mention to expand my
vocabulary and literary skills. No big words - don't want to confuse
the audience. Just have fun reading it.

There's some sex, but a lot more once the first chapter starts (not
included here).

Just let me know what you think of it. Would you be interested in more
(the real juicy stuff)?

I'm not going to place any disclaimer here, stating that those under 18
(years old) should not read this story. We all know that such warnings
are a red flag that say: "READ ME". Of course, if you are not yet 18
(that's years old), please ignore the previous quote.


BJ (That's the name of this novel)

PROLOG

Chapter 1 - INTROSPECT

BJ let herself in her house and walked through the dark hall to the
dining room. The light in the kitchen, which was on the other side of
the dining room, helped guide the way. As long as she could traverse
the distance without bumping into something, she saw no need to replace
the hall light and sensor which had burned out over a month ago.

Once she stepped into the dining room, the automatic overhead light
came on. Her voice-activated arrival had already triggered other
systems throughout the house such as the audio projection of her
favorite classical music and thermal generation. Though her bare legs
were chilled when she entered the house, the dining room was warm by
the time she flung off her jacket, which landed in a heap in the middle
of the mahogany Chippendale table.

Ice cubes pinged in one of the glass mugs she kept in the refreshment
center, over which flowed straight gin and a squirt of lime. It was
what she programmed the center to provide upon her arrival home each
weekday. There was a yellow light flashing on the communications pad,
hanging on the was next to the refreshment center. She didn't bother
accessing the messages manually or verbally. None were of an emergency
nature. In a few minutes, Martha, the central household computer would
ask if she wanted to review them. She needed those few minutes to kick
off her shoes and relax.

As soon as the refreshment center door opened, BJ grabbed the mug and
took a quick sip of the straight, chilled alcohol. Leaving her shoes on
the dining room floor, she padded through the living room and out onto
the glass-enclosed sun porch. There were no lights to snap on, but the
sensors were active, so Martha would know where to bother her.

The light rain had picked up a little, hitting the room's sloped glass
roof and rushing down the glass walls into the rock garden that
surrounded the porch. The forecast had called for thunderstorms, but
the rain was not thick enough yet to blot out the lights from the city
below.

BJ sprawled out across the warmed cushions of the couch. Though Martha
was not one of the advanced system models, it did possess limited
artificial intelligence capabilities and knew that BJ took her evening
drink on the porch. Martha was the one that had warmed the couch.

BJ took a couple bigger sips from her drink before setting it down on
the glass-top end table. There was lots of glass throughout her house.
It was not that much more expensive than Plexiglas or plastiglas, and
she could afford it. She only got to close her eyes for a few seconds
of inner contemplation before Martha reminded her of her messages.

"You have seven voice and three mail messages," Martha stated in its
soothing motherly voice. "Do you wish to review them?"

"Any of them urgent?" BJ called out. Normally she didn't have to speak
any louder than a whisper, but she had to exceed the sound of the
falling rain hitting the roof.

"There is one from your brother, two from the office, one from your
financial advisor, three from Jason and another three from Barbara.
Which do you want first?"

"Skip the last six and give me the others in the order they arrived. If
any of those are mail, give me the voice equivalents." There was only
one reason Jason and Barbara called her any more, but BJ was not in the
mood for sex, at least until she'd had time to relax. Maybe later.
Maybe never. Just thinking about them caused her to unconsciously run
her hands down over her naked breasts. Maybe later. Damn! Her nipples
were already hard and her crotch was beginning to warm up.

David's message came first. Though she'd told Martha countless times
that David was her step-brother, the computer apparently had not been
programmed with the concept of step-siblings, insisting on referring to
him as her brother. His message, though not about sex, was the next
best thing.

"I got a shoot for you to appear in," his voice-mail began. "It'll be
you, another girl and three guys. They're looking for something hot and
I've never known you to be anything otherwise. They say sex isn't
involved, but you and I know how these things work. The shoot's not
until Sunday afternoon, but they've got you all booked into the
downtown Maxi hotel Saturday night. All expenses paid. If you can't do
it, let me know right away. Love ya."

Sex not involved. Right! The only reason for the Saturday night booking
was an acquaintance session with the other models. BJ had been on a lot
of these shoots. They'd all be booked into the same room so that on the
shoot, they'd feel comfortable portraying sexual partners. The shoot
was probably for a soft-core music video or a short holograph. There
would be plenty of sexual contact, but no penetration, at least none
the audience could detect. It was kind of sad, really. She'd always
taken a liking to open, uninhibited sexual exhibitionism.

"End of message," Martha stated. "Would you like to respond?"

"Do I have anything scheduled this weekend?" BJ picked up her drink and
sucked in a mouthful of the alcohol. By the time she got around to the
messages from Jason and Barbara, she wanted to be warm and cozy.

"Friday night you have a date with Marie, Sally and Sandy, and Saturday
morning you have a doctor's appointment," Martha replied. "The rest of
the weekend is open."

"Send David a visual message," BJ playfully rolled the bottom edge of
the perspiring glass mug over the nipple of her left breast. If she
hadn't specified what kind of message, Martha would have assume it was
to be voice mail. BJ waited until the red light came on underneath the
closest visual sensor. "David! I'll do it! I'll have Martha notify the
Maxi hotel I'll be checking in Saturday afternoon. I hope you can come
to this one." BJ set the drink down and rolled over to stick her rump
in the air, directly at the monitor. "I've been missing you."

BJ turned and lay down again. "Send the message Martha." She hoped
David would not be alone when he viewed the message. She liked
embarrassing him whenever she could because there was nothing he could
do to embarrass her.

"What's the next message, Martha?"

There was a slight pause while Martha's sequential processor initiated
the messages to David and the hotel.

"It is one of the two E-mail's from your office," Martha replied. "You
assistant wants to know if the holograms she selected for the next
issue meet with your approval."

"What's the other message from the office?" BJ asked.

"Kelly wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself this afternoon."

BJ smiled. Her assistant was very efficient, but sexually insecure. She
had an eye for good sex, but was uncertain about her own sexuality.
Very rarely did BJ ever reject any of her assistant's selections. "Tell
her the holograms are approved. And tell her that her birthday present
was just what I needed."

It was Kelly's eighteenth birthday. The present BJ had given her was a
little out of the ordinary, but something the girl had requested, and
BJ rarely declined requests from those important to her.


Chapter 2 - KELLY

It really started in the gymnasium, that very morning. BJ and Kelly
were just two of a number of people that used the corporate gym.
Whereas most people worked out on their lunch break or at the end of
the day, BJ exercised at the gym in the morning, before the start of
her day. Kelly knew she had a great figure and wanted to keep it, so
she started going to the gym in the morning as well. It was convenient
for the both of them as Kelly had to be almost everywhere BJ was during
the day.

That morning, Kelly had asked BJ for help with the exercise machines.
Even though BJ said she would, in return, Kelly offered to wash BJ's
back in the shower after their workout. A harmless suggestion, or so BJ
thought, because the girl was far from being a lesbian, or even
bisexual, carrying a string of concurrent boyfriends.

They both worked up a sweat and were eager to cool off in the shower.
BJ had seen Kelly naked before because her assistant had first applied
for a job with the company as a sex model. Though the girl had passed
the oral and physical tests with flying colors, BJ hired Kelly as her
assistant. The girl's hard 37C-21-33 figure was perfect for sex work,
but her sexual insecurities were evidenced by her extreme sexual
subservience during the interviews, allowing her partners BDSM
liberties she ought not have. BJ knew that if she'd not intervened,
Kelly would ended up as a scarred whip slave in some S&M club before
the girl turned 20. Kelly, however, had never seen BJ naked and was in
awe at the voluptuous tightness of her boss's form. BJ was unaffected
by her assistant's gawking as everyone BJ had ever known stared at her.

The sex model job was an advertisement that Kelly had almost passed
over in her search for full-time employment. Until she'd met Ron, her
principal beau, sex was just something she gave away to any guy that
asked her out. There was really no special importance attached to it,
giving a little pussy or head was the natural conclusion to every date.
Ron, however, had taught her that sex was a tool that she could use to
promote her career. She had the looks and with his help, she had
learned the methods. Before meeting him, she did have limits, which
made sex with her rather ordinary, but he'd taught her how to lose
those limits, giving sex that special significance.

The first thing he had her do was shave her crotch, and the second was
to swallow his cum. But there were things that he had to force upon her
to promote her self-confidence, the two most celebrated in the business
of sex being the entire oral consummation of his cock and the ability
to endure and enjoy the humiliation of anal sodomy.

To keep herself from feeling too guilty about denying her other
boyfriends those special pleasures, she practiced what she'd learned
with them. The more she engaged in laborious sex, the more she enjoyed
it, and the more attractive a career in sex became. There were things
she'd allowed those men to do to her in her interviews for the job that
no man had ever attempted, not even Ron, and it was only her ability to
remain sexually subservient, something Ron had taught her, that made
those painful and humiliating things endurable.

Once her soapy hands touched BJ's back, Kelly wanted to wash more than
her boss's back and was thrilled when BJ made no move to keep her from
doing just that. BJ seemed to know more about sex than anyone Kelly had
met before and Kelly secretly hoped her boss could teach her a few
things. Kelly's hands started at BJ's neck and worked their way down to
BJ's firm rump. BJ's flesh felt good in Kelly's hands. She gave herself
permission to lean forward a bit and let her nipples glide over the
slippery flesh.

That feels good," BJ cooed. "Wash my ass really good."

Kelly was excited by the request because it was exactly what she wanted
to do, but the more she stroked BJ's ass, the more she wanted someone
to be stroking her own.

"My turn," BJ said abruptly, turning around and flipping her assistant
around to face the shower wall. She wondered how far Kelly would let
her go. Would Kelly be as submissive under her control as the girl had
been with those men during her initial interview? She spent very little
time on Kelly's back, moving her hands quickly down to her assistant's
pliant buttocks. BJ had always had a strict policy forbidding herself
sex with the executive staff, but soaping up Kelly's ass and maybe even
a little finger probing was not sex, in the strictest terms.

"Put your fingers in between," Kelly begged, thrusting her backside out
a little, giving BJ easy access. "That feels good!" she groaned when
BJ's index finger rolled around her anus. "I love it when Ron does
that!"

"Is Ron your boyfriend?" BJ asked.

"One of them." Kelly groaned a reply. "Use all of your fingers! I wanna
cum!"

It was easier for her to do it from the side, so BJ slid her left arm
across Kelly's flat stomach to grip the opposite hip while frantically
fingering the girl's asshole with her right hand. The more Kelly
trembled, the closer her assistant grew closer to orgasm, the greater
the desire within herself would grow to have her sexy assistant.

Though Kelly enjoyed her boyfriends fingering her asshole, and the way
in which several twisted their pricks into her back door, nothing had
ever turned her on the way she now was. But then she never knew she
could feel this good this close to another woman. She parted her legs a
bit and pressed her crotch against BJ's hip. The vibration of BJ's body
was not unlike the vibrator Kelly used on herself when her boyfriends
weren't around. Kelly's orgasm was explosive and she reached back to
spank herself, the way Ron had taught her to maintain the orgasm, while
continuing to grind her asshole into BJ's fingers.

As far as BJ was concerned, she was through with the girl. She stood up
to rinse the soap from her hair and body, but Kelly remained leaning
against the wall, facing BJ, both hands between her legs, fondling
herself and crying out fantasy words to an imaginary female lover.
 
BJ could not help but be turned on by Kelly's open masturbation and
fantasy desires. "It's your birthday, isn't it?" BJ asked Kelly before
the girl had regained her composure.

"Yes," Kelly sighed, her fingers still playing over her pussy,
extending a second orgasm.

"If there's anything you'd like for your birthday, just ask."

The girl did not hesitate in her reply. "I want you!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want you to teach me how to please another woman!"

Had it not been Kelly's eighteenth birthday, there was nothing more BJ
would have done to help the girl explore her lesbian desires. But she
had promised the girl anything. The word 'anything' was something she'd
grown up with as there was nothing, save the permanent marking of her
body, that any of her sex partners were allowed to do to her. The
difference between herself and Kelly was that she was eager for any
kind of sex, taking control when it started to get out of hand, whereas
Kelly was submissive to it, relinquishing all control until her body
had been used completely, to everyone's satisfaction.

Having already had two orgasms, Kelly wanted to do something for BJ
right away, but BJ knew that teaching the girl to give sex would take
more time than they had at the moment. Attending to business was more
important, albeit sometimes boring, and she had several teleconferences
scheduled that morning. There was enough time, however, to teach the
girl how to receive sex.

BJ first ordered Kelly to do whatever she was told. She laid Kelly down
on the shower floor, lifted the young girl's legs and went down on her
assistant's shaven pussy. Kelly gripped her own legs to hold on for the
ride. Though it was exactly what she wanted, Kelly was still a little
embarrassed by her desires and closed her eyes, imagining it was one of
her boyfriends who was sucking the life out of her pussy. Ron's oral
sex never felt this good though and he never slapped her ass while
giving head, as BJ was doing between raising the temperature in her
loins and tongue-lashing her clitoris. It was not until her third
orgasm subsided that Kelly realized BJ had screwed a whole finger up
into her rectum.

Kelly appeared nude in BJ's office at 3 o'clock that afternoon to
receive her promised lesson in lesbian lovemaking. To walk in nude, the
girl would have had to undress outside the office, which was sure to
have brought curious smiles of amusement from the rest of the executive
assistants, whose cubicles lines the row of executive offices.

The girl was not unlike BJ in her younger days. She wanted to
experience all that life had to offer. BJ, being the girl's angel of
mercy, had a devilishly sensuous appetite for sex of all kinds and was
kind in giving Kelly what she wanted.

BJ was always very neatly dressed at work, usually in a cotton blouse
and vest, a short leather skirt, stockings and heels. The blouse was
gone, but the vest was still present, albeit only fastened at the base.
BJ pushed the chair back away from her desk, stood up, and with a flash
of her hands, hastily discarded her skirt, displaying her own naked
loins. One of the things BJ had never developed a comfort for, since
she'd discarded them all at age 16, were panties, save an occasional
thong, as she loved the feeling of something riding up between her
cheeks. Her thigh-high stockings, tightly wrapped around her upper
thighs, did not require a garter.

BJ converged with Kelly in the open middle of the office, took the
girl's hand and led her over to the long leather couch. Before they sat
down, Kelly stooped a little to press her knee into BJ's crotch. BJ
gripped Kelly's backside and Kelly unfastened the last button on the
vest to fondle BJ's massive globes. Kelly could not hold back the
tears, crying her desire and humiliation. Ron was the only boyfriend
that had expressed a desire to see her with another woman. She had the
desire too, but would have felt like a slut if she displayed it with a
woman she did not know. Unbeknownst to BJ at the time, Kelly had called
Ron from work that day to let him know why she would be home late from
work. She'd let him talk her into letting him come to the office to
witness the occasion and would be there is less than an hour.

Kelly cried her way down BJ's stomach, slipped down to the floor,
gripped both of BJ's firm cheeks, then tossed her head back, wanting to
bury her pretty face, wet lips and extended tongue, in BJ's hair-bare
crotch. BJ stopped her however, encouraging her assistant to climb onto
the couch.

It was BJ who propelled her tongue deep into Kelly's hot, wet cunt. She
wanted to please the girl, and put her at ease, before instructing the
girl in how to give, as well as receive. After sucking Kelly's clitoris
to orgasm, BJ turned the girl over, Kelly's knee dropping to the floor,
her ass now up to receive a long, pornographic rim job. Kelly's body
stiffened, then relaxed, fighting for mind's control to learn what BJ
was doing with her tongue while receiving the pleasure it provided.

When Kelly finally rolled over onto her back, she noticed another girl
standing in the doorway to the office. It was Melanie, an assistant to
one of BJ's Vice Presidents and someone with whom Kelly had developed a
friendship. Melanie was also completely naked, save a pair of soft,
wide leather cuffs strapped to both her ankles and wrists. Kelly was
relaxed enough now not to be embarrassed by her nakedness and Melanie
seemed unconscious of her own nudity as she padded over to the couch.

"I've asked Melanie to help us," BJ informed Kelly. "You're going to
watch me lick her pussy and then you're going to do it the same way.
It's pretty easy to get another woman off, if you know how."

Kelly had no idea that Melanie was bisexual. On occasion, she'd seen
Melanie take off with one of several men during lunch, always to return
wearing a mask of utter exhaustion, one with which Kelly was familiar,
looking at herself in the mirror after engaging in extreme sessions
with Ron. None of their conversations ever touched on bisexuality,
neither Melanie's involvement nor Kelly's curiosity. Kelly knew it was
naive to think that just because her friend liked guys didn't mean she
did not like girls. Until she got to know how deep BJ was into the
business, she'd always perceived her boss as a fierce heterosexual. She
was glad that BJ was not straight, and to receive her lesson that day,
Kelly was glad Melanie was not straight either.

Melanie enthusiastically allowed BJ use her body and when it came time
for her friend to give it a try, Melanie encouraged Kelly to use her
mouth, lips, teeth and fingers properly. Though the orgasm she received
from BJ was infinitely better than the one she received from Kelly, she
hugged and kissed her friend passionately afterward.

The initial sex out of the way, BJ then proceeded to show Kelly how to
dominate a woman, to coerce and, if necessary, to force a woman to
perform for her pleasure. In the center of the office, on the floor, BJ
bound Melanie's wrists together behind her back, and pulled a spreader
bar from beneath the couch to which she fastened Melanie's ankles.

Striking Melanie after BJ did, Kelly learned the proper way to slap
another girl's face, her breasts, her pussy, her thighs and her ass,
without bruising any of them. She also learned how to comb her fingers
through the hair and ball a fist to drag Melanie's head wherever it was
needed. And she learned the proper placement of the fingers on the
breasts, to maximize the pain of pinching and twisting the nipples
while minimizing the damage.

Melanie was very submissive to it all, squealing slightly when BJ's
experienced fingers twisted her nipples back and forth, and whimpering
when Kelly's novice hands gave her pussy a 25-strike disciplinary
attack, the result of her playful refusal to give Kelly a rim job.

And then they switched positions. Kelly was a little to eager to be
bound, but she put on a good show, nonetheless, crying when her face
was slapped and crying out when her pussy was smacked. Guessing at the
type of sex the girl's boyfriends delivered, BJ rolled the girl onto
her side and dug her fingers into her assistant's breasts, squeezing
really hard. Kelly rolled over fully, onto her back, on her bound arms,
pressing hard against the carpeted floor with her elbows, thrusting her
chest out, a not-so-silent squeal accompanying her plea for more.

Ron had taught Kelly to be turned on by the pain. BJ gave Kelly what
she wanted, rolling her thumbs down, pinching the nipples between her
thumbs and the side of her index fingers, and licking the sensitive
tips until the nipples hardened in her grasp. Kelly loved having her
breasts roughly molested to the point of physical torture before
engaging in sex, and as the two women would soon discover, also loved
having her backside spanked, not to mention submitting to her
boyfriend's desire for anal sex.

Kelly hoped she would again be dropping down to sample Melanie's sweet
cuntal flesh, not to mention BJ's untouched cunt, wanting to give them
both as many orgasms as her learning mouth could deliver. Kelly also
hoped that dildos would be used on her, as a woman fucking another with
a strap-on was something that Kelly had always associated with lesbian
sex. The company holographic archives were filled with that element of
lesbian sex. For now, however, Kelly needed an extended dose of pain,
to put her in the mood.

Though it wasn't either woman's cunt to which Kelly got to next attach
her mouth, she certainly wasn't disappointed with her next lesson.
Though she'd received one, she'd still not been educated yet in the art
of giving one. It was with Melanie's ass, not BJ's, with which Kelly
got to orally experiment. Melanie's anus however, was a hot red, a
clear indication she'd been recently sodomized.

"My boyfriends come over every day at lunch to butt-fuck me!" Melanie
informed Kelly of the true nature of her luncheon dates, groaning a bit
as Kelly's inexperienced tongue burrowed into her anus in a very rough
manner.

Kelly sometimes examined her own asshole after Ron sodomized her, but
it was never left in such a sad state. "What does he fuck you with? His
fist?" Kelly inquired.

"He brought a few friends with him today," the girl admitted, wincing
again as Kelly's sandpaper-like tongue slid over her sore hole. Every
time her asshole was gang-banged, it took a while for it to
sufficiently tighten again. Her boyfriend had actually brought seven
friends and they gave her ass a three-hour fuck in the office of her
boss, who was out that day arranging a gang-bang for his wife and
several of their girlfriends. The last guy to fuck her had finished
only minutes before she stumbled over to BJ's office, to fulfill her
second duty of the day.

Kelly's tongue had free access to Melanie's desecrated shit-hole and it
was but a few moments later that Kelly experienced a familiar taste.
Despite the fact this was the first time she'd ever given anyone a rim
job, and that no man had never forced her to suck his cock after he'd
sodomized her, she knew it wasn't feces. It was sweeter and more
pungent. It tasted like....cum!

Melanie wondered how long it would take Kelly to recognize that her
mouth was filling with over a dozen loads of cum, then how long it
would take the girl to suck it out. Every guy that fucked her that day,
had made a deposit in her ass. All of her boyfriends loved her because
of some of the things she asked them to do. After BJ had asked her that
morning to help out with Kelly, she wanted a dry fuck, in her ass, with
several dildos and a couple cocks, just to turn her asshole red. She
hoped that when Kelly saw her agonized ass, BJ's assistant would want
to give it extra care with her mouth, long enough to draw out the cum
that resided there. The guy she called at 11, showed up at the office
at noon with six other guys. She put away the three dildos she kept
stored in the bottom drawer of her desk, then took the gang into her
boss's office to get her dry fucking.

BJ saw the cum oozing out of Melanie's ass. Though she was tempted to
push Kelly aside to draw the goo into her own mouth, BJ tried to force
Kelly's head back down when her assistant started to back away. "Lick
it up!" She smacked Kelly's raised buttocks several times. That was
when she discovered her assistant loved a spanking. Kelly did not move
forward again, instead lifting her ass higher. Figuring the girl would
be able to withstand a paddle blast, BJ lifted the center cushion on
the couch, where her whip was conveniently stored.

Only one strike was necessary to Kelly's unsuspecting loins, but BJ
gave her several more for good measure. "Suck it all out and swallow
every drop!"

"How much is there?" Kelly paused a moment to ask after five minutes of
sucking had not stopped the flow.

Melanie looked over her shoulder. "They fucked me really hard today and
all of them came in my ass twice!"

Aware of Melanie's similar attachment to distressing sex, Kelly figured
her friend probably took pleasure from having her rump fucked so hard.
"And you liked it?"

"Honey, I love it when it's rough! I love it when every guy that fucks
me and every girl that fucks with me is rough with me!"

Consuming the sweet double cum of Melanie's boyfriends, Kelly was
delirious with the desire to have them all deep in her own ass, fucked
senseless by complete strangers, a pleasure she'd always reserved for
guys that she knew.

"Has Ron ever tied you up?" BJ asked Kelly.

"No." Kelly's tongue quickly retrieved a gob that had literally fallen
out of Melanie's ass in the two seconds it took to answer the question.

"Has he ever fucked you in the ass?" BJ asked.

"Yes."

"Would you like to be tied up so a bunch of guys can fuck you in the
ass?"

Put on the spot, Kelly could not lie. The idea of having her ass gang-
banged while she was presently tied helpless to resist -- friends,
strangers, it really didn't matter -- was too hard to resist. "Yes!"

"Then that is what you shall have! Come in guys! It's time!"

Kelly turned her head. Not only was Ron standing outside the office,
arms crossed and prick cocked ready, but six other men, some stroking
their hard erections, all of whom were employed by the company to fuck
girls like Kelly in the video productions the company produced. A
couple Kelly recognized as men who's subjected her to those vile acts
during her two-hour long job interview.

Kelly was worried. She'd told Ron that it would just be her and BJ.
With another girl in the office from whose ass she was sucking the cum
of seven men, plus the six guys that were waiting patiently to fuck
her, she dreaded Ron's reaction. He was buck naked, with a raging hard-
on, so he couldn't have been that angry. Still bound, Kelly did manage
to rise upright on her knees and Ron came close enough for her lips to
envelope his cock. She was anxious to show Ron what she'd learned and
starting it off with an eager blow-job seemed the right thing to do.

Ron let her suck a while, then grabbed her hair and twisted her face
away. "You can have it in your mouth when we're finished with you!"

Out from underneath the couch BJ produced a wider set of leather cuffs,
designed for wrist-to-thigh restraint, which she and Melanie wrapped
around Kelly's lower thighs and a second spreader bar which spread her
legs at the knee. Melanie then proceeded to braid Kelly's hair while
Ron and BJ bound Kelly's breasts, twisting two leather straps over her
breasts, just above and below the nipples and fastened them tight
behind her back. When her hair was completely braided, the end of the
braid was tied off and fastened to the wrists cuffs which still held
Kelly's arms behind her back. What this did was kept Kelly's head
cocked back. It was uncomfortable, but bearable. The last thing they
did was fasten a length of chain to the straps which kept her breasts
in bondage to a hook in the ceiling. This elevated the upper half of
her body just enough for her ripe, hardened nipples to be available for
abuse, and her face and mouth available for use.

Kelly was now helpless to resist, excited in the humiliation that
washed over her body. Every sensitive part of her body exposed for
whatever use, abuse or sex the group desired. They could do anything
from pleasuring to gang-raping her, and there was absolutely nothing
she could do about it. She felt comfortable though, knowing that if it
got too intense, they would stop at her request. "What's going to
happen to me now?" she asked BJ.

BJ responded by showing Kelly a small plastic ball attached to a
collar-like leather strap. "A slave should be seen, but not heard," she
smiled as she forced the ball into Kelly's mouth. "This is to keep you
from screaming," she fastened the straps of the muzzle behind the
girl's neck.

Kelly's eyes bugged out. Screaming? Why would I be screaming? She had
let them bind her so she could not resist a group of cocks from plowing
into her ass. But they had not promised her it would only be that. From
BJ's and Melanie's point a view, she had let them bind her like this so
whatever they desired, they could do with her body to pleasure
themselves. But from the men's point of view, she could have wanted her
ass to be tortured and helpless to resist that, and whatever else abuse
they chose to deliver.

Next came a blindfold. As all light was extinguished, BJ's voice
continued. "This is to keep you from seeing what we do to you. It's a
lot more fun when you can't see it coming, especially if it's something
you don't want."

By the time they were finished with her, Kelly was even more submissive
than she'd ever been before. Someone had tortured her nipples to the
point of them hurting without anyone touching them. Her naked pussy had
been whipped to orgasm, then gang-banged with dildos, someone's mouth
sucking her clitoris the whole time. And her ass had been slapped,
paddled, whipped and plundered 14 times with real cocks, twice by each
man, in quick succession, the only lubrication being the spit from an
understanding woman's tongue. The gag was removed periodically, but
only long enough for every heavy load of cum to be dumped in her mouth.
She could hold no one responsible for this except herself, eager for
lesbian sex, her body used for bisexual pleasure. BJ and Melanie had
turned her into a bisexual slut for everyone's pleasure.

The first thing Kelly wanted to do, after her bindings had been removed
was to let the men know she not only did not hate them for hurting her,
but appreciated the attention they'd given her. That appreciation came
on the form of a cleansing suck as each filed out. Kelly waited until
all the men, except Ron, had left, to express her true feelings.

"Did you like it?" BJ asked as she threw her own clothes on.

"Yes," Kelly replied. "But-"

"Then you're not mad I brought everyone here and they did all those
things to you?" BJ interrupted.

"No. It's just that-"

"I get it like that a couple times a week," Melanie interjected. "Now
you know why I like it - the pain I mean. It's a real turn on!"

There were several problems facing Kelly. Though much of it had been
painful, she loved the way it made her feel afterward. She felt like a
slut, having many of her deepest, darkest fantasies fulfilled. She
loved BJ and Melanie and Ron for helping her to fulfill them. Totally
exhausted however, she had within her the desire that this not be the
last time.

"Would you like it to happen again sometime?" Ron asked.

"I hope so!" Kelly would love to have her body used in this fashion
again. "Thank you!" she got up to kiss BJ and Melanie. "That was so
good! I love you both!"

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"I won't be able to do this with you again," BJ spoke up before her
sex-stained assistant could reply. "I can arrange anything you'd like,
gang-bangs, bondage-orgies, public exhibitions, whatever you want, but
I can't get involved. Unless you want to become a company fuck-slut, I
want to keep our relationship on a professional level."

"I understand," Kelly gave her boss a big hug.

"Don't worry honey," Melanie gave Kelly a swift slap on her bruised
behind. "There's gonna be a birthday party at your apartment this
evening. All your boyfriends will be there. Ron will be there. I'll be
there and some of my boyfriends too. You know what their cum tastes
like because you've already eaten it!" Melanie laughed.

"You're going to the favor at your own party!" Ron added. "We're gonna
use your body until you can't take it any more, then tie you up and use
it some more!"

"Ron and I planned it for you while we were fucking last night,"
Melanie said as she dropped to her knees to suck on the head of Ron's
limp prick, keeping her eyes on her friend.

"You've been fucking Melanie?" Kelly turned to Ron.

"Of course I've been! You think you're the only one who has a right to
fuck around?" Ron gave her a harder whack on the behind.

Kelly was not angry at Ron. She opened her mouth and spread her legs
for all her boyfriends. Ron had the right to poke any girl he wanted.
Kelly was glad it was Melanie because now she could enjoy sexual
pleasures from the both of them. "I love you, honey!" Kelly sprang
toward Ron.

Ron stopped her short, grabbing her hair, forcing Kelly's head back and
laid a brutal kiss on her lips. He also ground one of her nipples.

"Yes! Baby! Hurt my tits!" Kelly squealed. "I want you to be rough with
me all the time! I wanna be fucked any way you want it!"

"Tonight, you will be," Ron assured her. "We're gonna turn you into a
bigger slut than Melanie!"

With a smile to her new bisexual friend and lover, and Ron's cock still
in her mouth, Melanie fondly remembered the first time she'd been
forced to endure an all-out sexual assault.

"We're all gonna fuck your ass to death!" Ron promised.

"Thank you!" Kelly gasped at another brutal twist, this one delivered
by Melanie. "I loved it in my ass! I hope everyone fucks me in the
ass!"

The girl had been pretty good for being a novice, but a bit too
mechanical, probably the result of viewing too many lesbian holograms
in the publication archives. That would improve, if the girl decided to
continue with her training, after the slamming she'd be getting that
evening, but BJ could not be the one to administer it. That afternoon
had been an exception to the professional relationship BJ wanted to
maintain with all the office staff which, since she was president of
the company, meant her vice presidents, directors, managers, and their
administrative staff. Though it did exclude the video fucksters which
were the heart of the business, any one of whom was at her beck and
call for special sessions, like Kelly's birthday present, and Melanie
who had been a sex model before taking an administrative position, it
was a far cry from the video companies BJ worked in her youth, where
sex breaks replaced coffee breaks and lunch every day was one big orgy.


Chapter 3 - RETROSPECT

"Next message?" she asked Martha.

"Your financial advisor wants you to know that all your investments are
doing extremely well, but it's time for a personal review of your
assets. Do you wish to reply?"

BJ had long ago surrendered to the indomitable fact that sex was to
permeate every aspect of her personal and professional life. She could
sell her sex empire to any one of a dozen courtiers and not have to
work for the rest of her life, but she enjoyed running her own company,
not for the power it provided, but the ability to positively impact the
lives of all her employees. They gave their very best and she rewarded
them generously.

She did not need to perform in the videos David organized for her, but
she enjoyed them because they reminded her of her younger days.
Unbeknownst to her step-brother, her own company indirectly funded the
videos in which she performed. She never wanted to grow up. For her,
sex had to be exciting, if not wild, and growing up meant she would
have to leave all of that behind.

She surrounded herself with sexual people and her financial advisor was
no exception. Pete could pleasure her rather well and he knew it. At
least once a month he recommended a personal asset review which was
only a veiled invitation for unabashed sex. At her last review, seven
of his firm's ten CPA's took an interest in her assets and they spent
an entire weekend reviewing them.

"Find the first weekend on my calendar which is open and schedule a
meeting with Pete." BJ had switched the glass mug to her right nipple,
then back to the left, taking heavy sips of the ice-cooled gin in
between.

She had her own special way of protecting her investments. Good
financial advisors were hard to come by and scheduling face-to-face
meetings was difficult, if not impossible. Teleconferencing had turned
small companies into giants because so much more business could be
transacted without having to personally travel from place to place.
Pete and his people though left their weekends open just for people
like BJ who made personalized asset review much more interesting than a
weekend at home with the wife and kiddies. It also made them more
prudent when investing her money. More than a few people, richer than
her, were left penniless by overzealous advisers.

BJ finished off the rest of the gin and set the empty mug on the end
table. "Fix me another drink Martha and then let me hear the rest of
the messages. Make it vodka this time."

While the refreshment center wheeled its way out onto the side porch,
Martha played another of BJ's classical favorites. Something else
Martha had learned was that when BJ called for a second drink, what she
really wanted a few minutes to relax before being disturbed again.

BJ put those few minutes to good use by slipping her hand underneath
the front of her flimsy thong panties. The panties and jacket were the
only additional items she'd put on before leaving the office, after
making love to her assistant. She often went out with little or nothing
on underneath her jacket because spontaneous sex with strangers was
something else she had enjoyed in her youth.

The climax came quickly. There was not yet enough alcohol in her system
to dull her senses, but even when stoned, she could still easily
orgasm. She was tempted to extract another, while her pussy was wet and
her clitoris still excited, but there were six more messages to go
through.

"What's left?" she asked Martha.

"The three electronics from Jason are repeaters as are the three from
Barbara."

As if they had nothing better to do than to clog her voice-mail system
with repeating messages! "Delete the duplicates and give me the
originals," BJ sighed.

"Hey BJ!" Jason's voice rang out. "Barbara and I are coming over at
nine, so get ready!"

"End of message," Martha said softly and, after a second's pause,
started the second message.

"BJ! This is Barbara. I think you should know that Jason is going to
bring the gang unless you respond by seven. That's when we're going to
leave to go pick them all up. See you in a little while."

"What time is it?" BJ asked before Martha could signal end of message.

"The time is 19:25. Would you like to respond to either message?"

There was nothing to stop her from contacting Jason on his car's
unlisted vidphone. His system wasn't as complex and Martha had learned
how to coax his household computer into sending immediate message
relays.

"No reply," BJ sighed again. "Wipe the messages, then run me a hot bath
and warm up the inserter." She stood up and opened the access panel on
the refreshment center which had arrived a few seconds earlier. After
gulping down half of the vodka, she made another request. "Martha, I'm
gonna want a triple shot of tequila after my bath and keep the bar near
me the rest of the night."

"You have an 09:00 meeting at the office," Martha reminded her.
Something else the damned computer had learned was that BJ had a hard
time getting up after a night of drinking heavily.

"Bitch! If you fail to wake me up in time to make that meeting, then
I'll just have to replace you," BJ snapped.

Martha shut up. Something else it had learned was the futility in
arguing with BJ.

The hot bath was preceded by a rectal massage which helped encourage
her lower intestines to expel any fecal matter that had built up in the
last 24 hours, and the bath was followed by a cool shower rinse and a
session with the inserter.

The inserter was nothing more than an automated, hydro-power rectal
enema, although BJ used it to douche herself as well. It was a special
attachment incorporated into the design of the toilet. Even if Jason
was not bringing the gang, the sex would be pretty wild and would not
exclude anal sex, which was actually BJ's favorite form of intercourse,
a close second being oral sex. There were three settings on the device
and, after moving it into place over the toilet bowl and easing her
anus down onto the phallic-shaped tool, BJ cranked it up to high. The
tool immediately rotated inside her rectum, emitting a powerful nucleic
disinfectant and lubricating spray that cleansed her rectal walls.

Three insertions were more than enough, but BJ took a fourth, partly
because she had the time, but mostly because she enjoyed using the
device. She was horny most nights and it was a rare occasion when she
didn't want to muster up an equally horny partner, either a neighbor or
friend. On those rare occasions, she chose to retire to the bathroom to
engage the services of her artificial partner.

She urinated twice while using the device and again when taking a
second cool shower. After her second shower, she remounted the device,
this time using an attachment which was linked to three bottles of
flavored lubricant hanging from a rack above the toilet. She was in the
mood for strawberry so, after selecting that one, and placing the
device on the low setting, took a short spray in her vagina and a
couple in her rectum. Not unlike the boys in her youth, Jason would
expect oral sex after anal sex. Back then, she wasn't always fully
prepared for it because sex came any time of the day or night. If she
had the time to prepare, it was more often than not just warm water
enemas. When she wasn't prepared, she didn't offer it, but she didn't
deny it when her partners demanded it.

The simple-mindedness of youth.

It was a little past 20:30 when she sprawled out on her double-king
bed. She now had the time for that second orgasm and slipped her hands
down between her legs to bring it about. She didn't need to fantasize
to have an orgasm, nor did she need to touch herself. There was rarely
a waking moment however that she wasn't fantasizing or remembering some
aspect of her over-sexed youth. That night, she chose to recollect the
memories of her first encounters with sex.

Sex with a minor then, as it was now, was no more a societal crime than
spitting on the sidewalk. There were laws against it, just as there
were laws against speeding on the highway, which everyone freely
ignored. Back then, society was beginning to see the light at the end
of a tunnel of great upheaval, where things like murder and robbery and
drug-trading became much greater evils than some idiot girls had the
bottoms knocked out of them.

To understand all of this, you had to go back further, when the
upheaval had just begun and the federal government had become a much
bigger influence on the lives of the citizens it was originally created
to serve and protect.

Back in the late 1900's, the loss of innocence at ages preceding the
teens was far from the accepted norm. Sex was a constant battle. It was
a very confusing time. Boys who had sex with girls - If you love me,
you'll do it with me - were just being boys. It was a sign of manhood
for a boy to have sex by the time he was sixteen, whereas girls who had
sex with boys were either tramps - victims of their insuppressable
emotions - or just plain stupid.

There were laws to protect girls from older men though. Men who had sex
with girls, whether or not the girls were willing participants, were
rapists. Since men preferred younger women and women preferred older
men, it was natural for adult men to be accused of perpetrating rape
against young girls, but inconceivable that adult women might be raping
a fifteen or sixteen year old boys. Even if they were, who cared? Boys
couldn't get pregnant. The male rapists were prosecuted and often sent
to jail, but women who had sex with boys were just having fun.

In the world of BJ's youth though, nobody cared much who had sex with
whom. Everybody was protected. Girls were allowed to marry at age
sixteen, without parental consent, whereas boys still had to wait until
they were eighteen. With government-mandated abortions for any girl
under the age of sixteen, short-term sterility for all unemployed
single women, permanent sterility for any woman who'd had more than
three abortions, and no threat from sexually transmitted diseases
including the dreaded AIDS plague that had been cured at the very end
of the last century, boys and girls experimented with the beginnings of
sex at earlier and earlier ages.

BJ lost her innocence at the age of nine. Like most girls, BJ's loss
was not an accident. It happened not long after her mother remarried
and they had gone to live with her step-father and his son David. Her
step-brother was two years older, at an age where he was just beginning
to understand the pleasures of his genitalia.

David did not rape her. He didn't even penetrate her. The closest
explanation would be they were playing doctor. More to the point, David
was playing doctor with her. She did not lose her virginity - just her
innocence.

David proudly showed her his two inch hairless penis. He showed her how
he could get his thing to grow to five inches. He showed her how she
could, by fondling his thing, keep him erect. And he also showed her
how, by continuing to fondle him and pull on it a little, she could get
him to wet her hand.

In examining her thing with his finger, David introduced her to a
pleasure that frightened her but that had no parallel. BJ remembered
the puzzled look on his face when, after he swore he'd done the same
thing with several girls her age, he couldn't find her thing right
away. When he did find it though, she had to lay down because her legs
would not support her. What was this wonderful thing that made her lose
her hold on reality?

They played doctor almost every day for several weeks. They looked for
ways to be alone together. Sometimes David used his fingers. Other
times he used the tip of his penis because, he explained, it gave him
pleasure too. One time he even used his tongue and that felt better
than anything. Why he wanted her on her knees when she fondled him and
why he got so excited when his thing squirted on anything other than
her hands was a mystery to her. BJ had no feelings for him one way or
the other. She only did what he liked because he did what she liked.
Once she started experimenting with it herself and knew how to perform
it better than he could, she didn't need him anymore. Over his
protests, she demanded the cessation of their guarded encounters.

BJ learned the terms later. Incest. Orgasm. Masturbation. Though David
actually wasn't a blood relative, their parents were married and that
made it illicit, if not criminal. The laws had changed a lot since then
and there were two pairs of twin sisters employed by her company who
performed together as bisexual sex sluts. At the time, she felt ashamed
that she let David play with her in such a manner, but could not bring
herself to hate or even dislike him because of the way in which he
showed her how she could make herself feel. He'd opened up a new world
to her and she was thankful for that, but he could not be a part of
that world no matter how much either of them desired it.

Neither the experiments with her step-brother nor her own masturbatory
ritual could prepare her for what would happen to her five years later.
She grew up quite a bit in those five years, both physically and
emotionally. She read a lot. With a brother two years older, she both
heard and saw a lot. After what seemed like a ten year winter, her
breasts began budding in her eleventh year. She experimented with
cigarettes and alcohol at age twelve. Masturbatory experiences with
both girls and boys came at age thirteen. But it was fourteen at which
she exceeded the bounds of innocence and lost her virginity.

The term lost is not entirely correct. It was not something she
misplaced - one day it was there and the next it was not. It was not
something that vanished during an alcoholic binge, though there were
several circumstances where she was so helplessly drunk, any number of
boys could have stolen it from her. She did not sell it, though there
were times when boys offered her money. She was the one who offered it
up, as an inquisitive child, without fully realizing what she was
doing. She did not relate masturbation, something she performed because
it pleased her, with sexual intercourse.

The person who took it, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was
doing. BJ did not know it - no one did - but he had a history of
statutory rape. He was one of those people who contributed to the rise
in child pornography. He'd had sex with countless girls, but he walked
away when any of them started to fall in love. He ripped the innocence
from BJ's open arms, forcing adult responsibilities and concerns upon
her, responsibilities he would never attain and concerns he'd never
possess.

Being so young when it happened, and not knowing any better, more than
a few indomitable fears took a disagreeable grip on her. Would this
solitary adulterous act cause her to become pregnant? BJ had more
friends that had tried it than didn't and most of them were lucky. If
she did get pregnant, would she have to have an abortion? There was
really only one answer to that question. A couple friends had gotten
themselves knocked up and were forced to suffer the public humiliation
of a forced pregnancy termination. What bothered her most though was
would having sex this one time lead her to an immoral life of excessive
promiscuity?

BJ had heard of doctors who, for a special fee, would give under-aged
girls the implant. A legal implant cost about $100. An illegal one
started at twenty times as much. The price an interested girl had to
pay included not only free sex for the physician after the implant was
provided, but turning herself into a whore to pay the inflated fee.

BJ loved her body for the pleasure it provided, but also loathed it for
reacting favorably to the degrading experience. Guys didn't have to be
bothered about things like this. All they had to accomplish was create
the mood which generated the need, and then they fulfilled it. Why
couldn't she be a guy? If she was, she'd probably despise her penis for
lustfully reacting to every young come-screw-me-faced bitch which she
felt herself to be.

BJ didn't start visiting the gynecologist until just after she turned
sixteen. For the two-year period in between, contrary to what most of
her lovers over the next ten years found difficult to believe, and to
her eternal regret, she did not have an ounce of sex. That included
masturbation as well. She feared that masturbation would lead to the
real thing.

That is not to say she didn't have fantasies. BJ struggled, in vain, to
push the brutally erotic memories from her mind and would wake up from
her pornographic dreams sweating and wet been her legs. If she had
known what the doctor told her on her first appointment, that two year
period would have been far from sexless.

What girls her age feared was an accidental pregnancy and the
psychological and physiological horrors of the required abortion. There
was an implant available which provided contraception, but the
government, in its eternal wisdom, ruled that no female under the age
of sixteen was allowed to have the implant. Their reasoning was sound,
albeit idiotic. The government did not want to encourage sex at all, at
least not in girls prior to age sixteen. This was a tremendous shift
from two decades earlier when the government was passing out free
condoms in the public schools.

Another policy which the government instituted, but almost as quickly
repealed, was publishing of the names of anyone who'd just had an
abortion. It was their feeble attempt at public ridicule, not unlike
other historical means of public humiliation - locked in stocks in the
town square or branded with a scarlet letter. The names would have been
sufficient, but their ages and addresses were also published. The
government failed to realize that such a public exposition made the
girls easy marks - it fingered them as women who could be raped with
impunity, and many were, some within hours of the posting of their
names.

Government sponsored abortion had a long contradictory history. In the
1900's, if a girl under sixteen or an unwed woman wanted an abortion,
the government paid for it. But under the Welfare program, a woman
could have a baby and have the government pay for the care of her and
the child.

Just after the turn of the century, to free itself from runaway
spending, the government killed several birds with a couple of stones.
It mandated that abortion was required as a result of rape, incest or
in the event of congenital disease. Since girls under sixteen could not
be married, then sex with such a girl was considered either rape or
incest. Who was doing the raping was not the issue. Rape was just an
excuse to enforce the abortion mandate.

Health care costs were first reduced at the discovery of a cure for
AIDS and many other sexually-transmitted diseases. Costs were reduced
again when the care of deformed and retarded children, born as the
result of congenital diseases, was no longer provided or needed. Funded
research regarding all aspects of these diseases was also halted. The
government was going to cure society of these diseases the natural way
- through sterility and attrition.

To put the Welfare program out of business, the government also
mandated that women sixteen and over, if not married, must be
temporarily sterilized. As no contraception was 100 percent perfect, if
women in this age group happened to get pregnant, they were forced into
an abortion as well.

BJ knew that some of her girl friends offered sex to their boyfriends,
in return for love or even the perception of love. Some girls would do
anything that pleased their boyfriends, even have sex with more than
one boy at a time, as long as they were felt they were loved. In the
twenty-first century, group sex was looked upon in the same light as
homosexuality had been in the early 1990's. Though not an accepted
norm, an unspoken perversion had become, at least to some, an
acceptable life-style.

But BJ knew better. The boys could not have cared less for a girl's
feelings, as was the case with the man whom she had let force himself
upon her. Her first experience at sex was a cruel awakening that guys
wanted to have sex simply for the enjoyment they derived from it. And
some of the fun was not just in the sexual act.

It was better for the guy the first time because he felt like he had
won a battle - a battle over the girl's fears - in obtaining the girl's
permission to let herself be violated. BJ agreed this could be
considered rape, not just because the girl was neither physiologically
nor psychologically prepared for all the possible outcomes, but because
the girl was ignorant of the pain and degradation involved, made worse
by her inability or unwillingness to exert any control over the often
brutish act. It was a physical act of violence, and therefore was rape.

While it may have been rape the first time, BJ did not consider it
physical rape the subsequent times because the girls knew full well
what they were getting themselves into. They did it sometimes because
they enjoyed it, but most times because they were afraid their
boyfriends would reject them. The often-overlooked 3-to-1 ratio of
women to men became a harsh reality when a girl, who wouldn't put out,
became an outcast because there were plenty of other girls who would.

For the guys, with the battle already won, seducing a girl was not as
enjoyable as the first time because there was no resistance. So they
created resistance - new battles to fight, which was often more fun
than breaking in a new girl.

Many of these new battles involved mental rape. The guy did it for the
fun of twisting the girl's mind - make her believe she was a tramp.
Threaten to establish her with an easy-lay reputation - tell everyone
she would spread her legs for anything on two legs - or four. Threats
of this type were most often sufficient to get the girls to have sex
with him or any other boy any time her boyfriend demanded it.

But even so, BJ was quite a bit different than these girls. The
aggressive violation of her body could have been considered rape, if it
had only been a single act, or multiple acts forced upon her. The
moment she implored for it again, however, it had become a simple
permissive and wanton sexual act. She was a slut. There was no escaping
it.

The legality and reality of rape situations had become more and more
obscure, the reason being that rape was hardly ever tried in the court
system anymore. With a permissive society it was quite difficult to
prove rape and only if the girl wanted to prosecute. Most girls did
not. It was a combination of peer ridicule and the belief it was her
fault she was raped. A girl told herself it was the way she dressed or
the way she acted or because she did not resist enough. And for some,
it was because they resisted too much.

All this was really a moot point. The abortion law did not require that
a girl point a finger at her rapist. The fact that she was pregnant was
proof enough that a rape did occur.

BJ had been defiled, but wanted it again and had taken everything the
guy had to offer. Maybe that was the difference between herself and all
those other girls - they did it out of what they believed was love. BJ
knew there was no love involved. She had let him force himself upon her
the first time because she was curious. But she wanted him to force
himself upon her a second time for the same reason the guys did it -
for the fun of it.

Unlike all normal sixteen-year-olds, BJ did not ovulate. She didn't
have a menstrual period like all her friends and, ignorant of the
nature of things, thought fearfully that engaging in sex at such an
early age had somehow changed her physiological makeup. That it had
shocked her body so much that it not only thrown what would have been
her normal menstrual cycle out of whack, but had permanently damaged
her child-bearing capacity.

It scared her to think such a thing was possible. If having sex so
young had done this, what else could it have done that she had yet to
discover? But, then again, a young girl is ignorant of reason. At least
that was one thing she had in common with other girls.


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