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BJ - Prologue

New Author - Need Feedback

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. Have fun reading
it and...

Let me know what you think of it, good, bad or ugly.

Send comments to: Biscayne @ix.netcom.com

The usual disclaimer does not apply for those over 18.

BJ

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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