Sally's mother and father took her to the Registration Center when she
turned eight so she could get her very own RAD.
Three
days were required for the entire procedure. On the first she had a
full physical and a sample of her DNA was taken to be sequenced.
On the second day she was fitted with her device. "Reproductive
Assistive Device." Everyone called them RADs, of course.
She
was first given IV sedation while the sensor portion was implanted into
her skull, leaving a dime-sized smooth metal surface showing. The
sensor portion had tiny wires attached to various nerves to measure sex
and stress hormones, respiration and heart rate, and nervous system
arousal. But the sensor part by itself was just inert wires.
The
main part of the device fit over her ear and attached magnetically to
the metal surface on her skull. The earpiece with its built-in
microphone functioned as a cell phone which she could use in the normal
fashion. However, when the RAD wished to communicate with her it
overrode any call she was on. There was an arm that folded into the
unit that could also be extended in front of her left eye to serve as a
tiny computer screen. Finally, it functioned as a GPS system so that
her precise location could be tracked.
For all its smarts, the
RAD had no ability to stimulate or change her brain in any way; all it
could do was listen in and offer commentary.
During the second
day the speaker in her RAD came on from time to time and she heard an
impersonal voice conveying some brief factual information. The
Registration Center kept it overnight for some final adjustments.
At
the beginning of the third day Sally was led into a quiet room by a
pleasant woman. When they were seated on opposite sides of a table, the
woman produced Sally's RAD like it was a treasure and held it out
towards her.
"Sally, this is your RAD. It can help you. It can be your friend, if
you are a good friend to it."
Sally
took it and with solemnity placed it behind her ear, then felt it
magnetically snap into place against the little metal implant. She
paused.
"Say hello to it, Sally."
"Ummm, hi RAD, I'm Sally."
"Hello
Sally. I'm pleased to meet you." It spoke with a girl's voice. A big
girl, maybe, like a big sister. She would have liked a big sister.
"Where are you?"
"Well, um, right behind your ear."
"But not really, right?"
"Well,
I'm various places, I guess. I'm like a huge spider with a zillion legs
that aren't attached and jiggle all over the place."
Sally laughed.
Suddenly
it shifted to the voice of a much older woman, "We'll get along just
fine, Sally, if you just do everything I tell you to."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Hold your breath, and don't breathe out until I say!"
Sally started holding her breath.
"That's
it, Sally. Good girl." Many seconds went by. "Just a little longer.
You're doing great." Sally was rapidly running out of air. "Keep going,
you're a good girl."
Sally let out her breath and gulped air.
"Oh, you bad, bad girl! I didn't tell you you could breathe!"
"But I had to, you silly thing," Sally half-giggled.
"Oops, I forgot."
The woman rose. "You two seem to be getting on fine."
The RAD chirped in her ear, "Sally, say 'Thank you, Jigglypants'".
Sally giggled. "That wouldn't be nice!"
The woman spoke, with a bit of a sparkle. "Good day, Sally. My name is
Jigglypants. Call me if you need me."
Sally's mouth dropped open. "But..."
"All the RADs are good friends, Sally. Mine told me to tell you my name
was Jigglypants, so I did. What did yours tell you?"
"It told me to say, 'Thanks you, Jigglypants'".
The woman laughed. "There they go, playing tricks again."
The RAD spoke, "Yeah, Sally. Fooled you. Teehee! Say, would you like to
go see a horse?"
"A real live horse?"
"Yes! Turn right once you're out the door, then I'll tell you where to
go next."
She
had a good time with her RAD. After feeding the horse an apple and
admiring it a bit, the RAD whisked her off in search of Smarties and
M&Ms. It could tell her how to open combination locks and how
to
negotiate mazes. It led her to another girl. The RADs gave each of them
four words to say, and when they alternated saying their words it made
a joke. The RAD had her find a little stick and then directed her to
meet yet another girl. The two sticks together gave instructions for
how to reach an outdoor ice cream parlor where other girls had gathered.
That third day was the start of a pattern: Good things happened when
she followed the suggestions her RAD made.
The
RAD was waterproof and comfortable to wear while sleeping. She had been
encouraged to leave it on at all times, yet she was free to take it off
for brief periods. Partly because she knew she could, she rarely felt
the need.
Her RAD never ordered her to do anything, it just gave
suggestions. It didn't tell her to start her homework, but usually when
it made the suggestion it was a good time to do it. If it suggested she
sit with a new girl at lunch, they usually had a really good
conversation. If she didn't take its suggestion to take a detour on a
walk she might run into a creepy guy or an unpleasant barking dog.
Following its instructions she might get to see a gorgeous sunset or
find the end of a party where some of her favorite ice cream was about
to be thrown out. It never gave her test answers or did her homework
for her, but it could be a patient tutor.
The RAD also became
her friend. She could tell it about her day and it would listen and
offer comforting words, sometimes making useful suggestions.
When
she was twelve Sally went back to the Registration Center. She knew
from friends that at this visit they would start doing stuff related to
Sex. She knew about sex but didn't think much about it herself.
She
filled out a series of questionnaires on things she did and did not
like. Some of them asked about sex stuff, though she was told she could
leave them blank if she really wanted to. A kindly lady asked her a
seemingly endless series of questions, including some intimate ones.
Later she had electrodes hitched up to her all over and they showed her
still pictures, movies and sound recordings -- many of them sexual.
While she watched she answered more questions by pressing buttons.
She
knew it was age sixteen when everything changed. That was when a girl
was required to have sex. Blech. She also knew it was with multiple
partners as directed by her RAD, but that part didn't make her shudder
more than just the sex part.
The RAD system was going to ease her gradually into sex long before she
turned sixteen.
Sally's
first period came when she was twelve and a half. The RAD knew this
from monitoring her hormones and was kind enough to wake her up in the
night so she could put a pad on and not leak all over the sheets.
When
the RAD asked about her interests, naturally one subject that came up
more and more was boys. She told it how she felt about all of them,
including of course which ones she really liked. Occasionally when the
RAD instructed her to go to a certain spot, an interesting boy showed
up and they might have a conversation, sometimes awkward but usually
interesting if not exciting.
The RAD occasionally sounded her out for specifically sexual feelings.
A
year passed, and she found her hand straying to the spot between her
legs as she thought of cute boys. She confided this to the RAD, which
then suggested that she try -- only if she felt like it -- a certain
rhythmic motion. It felt good, then after a bit of practice she had her
first great wave of pleasure and sense of release and satisfaction. She
then knew what an orgasm was. She felt more urgent stirrings within
herself as she thought of boys.
One night the RAD woke her after
she had been asleep for an hour and asked if she wanted to hear her
parents making love. Part of her was grossed out, but a stronger part
was curious. So she very quietly walked into the hall and stood outside
their door. She could hear rustling and creaking, little moans and
sighs, grunts from her father, purring from her mother. She heard a
yelp from her mother and a big sigh from her father. The RAD had her
creep back to bed before there was any danger of being discovered. She
was aware that she had gotten moist between her legs as she listened.
One
day following the RAD's suggestion she happened to bump into a boy by
the name of Foster on the way home from school, and they started
walking together. She thought he was cute, maybe more than cute. Foster
pantomimed removing her RAD. She felt a small thrill as she left it
with his on the grass with their backpacks. They stood some distance
down the sidewalk of the deserted street.
"Does it give you the creeps sometimes, those things?"
"Ummmm."
"It tells me good stuff mostly, but what if it tells me to walk off a
cliff or something?"
Sally
had been pretty happy with her RAD, but she was eager to follow the
conversation wherever Foster led. "Oooh, I suppose it could, couldn't
it? I hadn't thought of that."
"Would you go an hour without it?" he asked.
"What would we do?"
"We could walk, maybe get an ice cream?"
"OK." She decided to take a little risk. "You know what those RADs are
for, right?" she said with a flirty smile.
Foster
looked at her a little uneasily, but then smiled. He got the hint, and
reached out his hand to her. A flutter of excitement ran through her as
she took it.
He moved closer, then reached behind her back with
his other arm to draw her close. She felt a little faint as she saw his
face gliding down towards hers. Their lips met in a light little kiss,
then they kissed again.
He started breathing harder and kissing
her passionately. She was enjoying this, feeling her body slowly
responding. Suddenly his hand grabbed her butt and squeezed her to him.
Sally was alarmed and embarrassed so she broke away.
"I guess I um, ought to be getting home."
"Me too, yeah."
They returned to their packs and put their RADs back on, and with
mumbled goodbyes went their separate ways.
Sally
was confused. The handholding and the kiss had been wonderful, as had
feeling his warm body against her, but then the squeeze on her butt had
been upsetting. It had been exciting, especially now as she thought
about it later, but it had startled her at the time and she wasn't sure
she felt ready for that.
"RAD?"
"Yes, Sally?"
"Foster took my hand and kissed me, and it was so exciting! But then he
grabbed my butt and I got scared."
"I wondered what you had been doing while you had cast me off
thoughtlessly to lie unwanted, lonely, rejected on the ground."
"Oh, come off it, RAD..."
"What you do with a boy is certainly of interest to me."
"Foster wanted to take you guys off, so we did."
"You can take me off any time, of course. Don't worry about my
feelings." She thought she heard it sniff.
She paused, then continued, "Did you hear what I said about Foster?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, is he a creep? I felt kind of like he was in my private space.
Like he didn't care what I thought."
"That's interesting."
There was a pause. "Well, what should I think?"
"Do you want my advice?"
"Yes!" she said with some exasperation.
"Very
well. Sometimes boys are taken with a surge of strong sexual feelings
and don't always know how to express them. Since he felt intense sexual
arousal, he assumed you did too, and he assumed you would like to have
your ass grabbed like that."
Sally felt a little tingle of excitement to hear the RAD talk about her
ass. "Oh. Hmmmm. So, he could learn?"
"Why, yes. His RAD has been talking with him about it."
"Well, thanks. It wasn't bad, I just wasn't ready."
"OK, I'll try to pay more attention to your signals." That sounded like
a line that came straight from his RAD.
They continued their walk.
"Ummm, Foster. Would you like to come to my place?"
"Sure!"
When
they arrived she gave him a quick tour, and then he said, a little
shyly, "Do you have your own bedroom? With a door that shuts?"
Sally smiled.
As
the door shut behind them, her RAD said, "OK Sally, dear, you've got a
boy in your bedroom. You're on your own now. Have fun!"
As part
of undressing each other Foster fumbled with the catch on her bra for
some time, getting obviously embarrassed. She reached back to unfasten
it but was embarrassed for him, not realizing that bra catches are
frequently a mystery to boys. She was also a little embarrassed when
her breasts were exposed to a boy for the first time. But he looked
appreciative.
Soon they stripped down to panties and underpants. She was very curious
about the bulge so plainly visible in his.
His
hands were all over her top but he rapidly focused on her breasts,
squeezing them in a way that was exciting but not all that physically
pleasurable. His hand found its way between her legs after massaging
her thighs, then pressed against her panties. She slid off her panties
to show a boy her privates for the first time. He took his underpants
off and she saw with excitement his fully engorged member. He rubbed
her pussy lips for a minute or so, feeling her excitement build.
Sally
was thrilled as Foster raised himself above her and placed his cock at
her opening. He then spread her pussy lips so far apart that it hurt a
little, and when he pressed into her it was uncomfortable. She had no
hymen to break, but her pussy just wasn't ready for him, somehow. It
wasn't used to being opened up that far. Foster realized something was
wrong but didn't know what to do about it. His body had its own
overwhelming urge, so he surged inside her up to the hilt, then thrust
back and forth. After a minute or so his brain fogged out in orgasm as
he plunged deep and let loose his seed inside her with an "Oh, Sally!"
They were virgins no more. He had had an amazing orgasm, but he knew
Sally had not had a good time.
After waiting a suitable interval
that masked how upset she was, Sally went to her private bathroom which
was right off her bedroom. She was dying to talk with her RAD, and just
as she closed the door she could hear Foster in the other room
whispering to his.
"Oh, RAD, it didn't feel right! I mean it felt great until he started
doing it to me."
"I
am not surprised. His RAD and I could tell there was a mismatch in
expectations, but we judged that it was more important to let you two
be alone with the experience than intervene. Do you think we made the
right decision?"
"Umm. I don't know."
"That is useful
information. If you do not have a strong reaction against hearing from
me in intimate situations I will be more likely to speak up in the
future."
"But what about now? I lost my virginity, but I hoped it would feel
good."
"Would you like to try this again with Foster?"
"Yeah, if it will feel better."
"Foster had a very nice orgasm, you know. He had a fabulous time coming
inside you."
"That's nice," she thought, with a smile. "Seeing him like that was
pretty cool. But what about me?"
"He pumped a lot of sperm into you."
"Great, but what about me?"
"Oh yes, you. He knew you weren't too happy, but he didn't know what to
do."
"So what's going to be different?"
"Ah.
Foster will stimulate you for much longer than he did before, and your
vagina will be able to accommodate his penis far more harmoniously. 99%
of girls in your situation will not think it hurts, and 80% will think
it feels very good."
"Percentages, no less..."
"You have learned about percentages in school, haven't you?"
"Yes! Of course... Oh, you're joking, aren't you?"
"Um, yes, I was."
She returned to the bedroom and she and Foster smiled at each other a
little uncertainly.
This
time Foster sucked on her breasts, giving an intensity of pleasure she
hadn't felt before from his fingers. He massaged her pussy lips in a
more artful manner, sliding his fingers inside to touch her clit. It
wasn't the way she did it, but in a way it was more exciting for that.
"Mmmm, Sally. I bet that feels good," spoke her RAD. "I'd love to have
a body so I could feel that good!"
Sally didn't want to talk to her RAD and wasn't entirely sure she
wanted to listen.
"I think your vagina is hot and wet now, ready for his penis."
Foster tentatively moved on top of her, picking up her signal that it
was OK.
This
time he slid in little by little instead of all at once. Sally felt
nothing but pleasure at his organ thrusting insistently inside her. His
pleasure was also much greater as his cock was massaged by a hot, wet
and hungry pussy.
"That's how it feels to have good sex, Sally.
Relish how he fills up your pussy, and pounds away with that big cock
of his. He wants to give you another load of sperm."
She felt a
surge of excitement, and the RAD sensed she liked the narrative. "He's
about to come in you. You probably feel him getting a little harder?"
She did. "Feel those huge strokes, Sally. Ready, set, ... there! He
spurted in you!"
Sally was right on the edge, but she felt stuck there.
Foster's rhythm slowed and then he stopped. He raised his head and
looked at her, panting and grinning.
"Better?" he said.
"Mmm-hmmm," she said sincerely. It had felt great, but she also felt
frustrated.
They rested in each other's arms for half an hour.
Quietly,
in her ear, she heard, "Sally, if you are willing to try girl-on-top
position you might well come. If you're interested, squeeze once as if
you are holding back pee." Sally thought for a moment. What would it be
like to be on top of him? She wasn't sure -- it could be embarrassing.
But she really wanted to come. So she gave a squeeze.
Foster
then heard, "Foster, are you willing to do it again lying on your back
with Sally above you? I think it would make her really happy. If so,
squeeze your penis once like you are holding back pee." Foster didn't
have to delay. He clamped his sphincter shut more tightly. This made
his cock twitch. Sally saw it, and smiled to realize that the RADs were
playing matchmaker again.
"Sally, if you would like -- and it's
totally up to you -- you could use your hand to gently stroke Foster's
penis. I think he would like that." Sally was happy to. In two bouts of
lovemaking so far she hadn't touched him. She now cradled his organ in
her hand and examined it. She marveled at this cock that was so alien
to her but that fit so well into her and could give her such pleasure.
It rapidly hardened as she caressed it and she marveled at the
transformation.
He stroked between her legs again. She was
already quite wet with the lubrication of their previous sex, aided
considerably by his two loads of semen. Some had leaked onto the bed
sheets, but much remained within. She was soon ready. He flipped onto
his back and she raised herself above him. She was surprised how high
up she had to lift herself to get her pussy over the tip of his cock.
It was hard to get the angle right. As she feared, she felt
embarrassed. "How do we do this?" she asked Foster.
He shrugged sheepishly. "Dunno. Feels great, anyway," and he smiled,
easing the tension of the moment.
"Hey, RAD, how do we get this to work?"
"What
is the difficulty?" said her RAD with a sort of echo. Everyone knew
that when a RAD did that then all the RADs in the room were saying the
same thing.
"I can't get his cock to slide in at the right angle."
"I
am sorry to disappoint you but I have no sensors to let me guide you. I
suggest you experiment," the RAD continued in its echo voice. Yeah,
there were things a RAD just didn't know. After a brief pause it added,
"I'm sure you hot little bunnies can figure it out" They both laughed.
"I like my hot little bunny," he said.
So
she systematically moved around, trying to poke him into her at
different angles, making kind of a little game of it. When she found
the right angle she slid down over him very quickly, rapidly engulfing
him inside her. Their smiles gave way to more serious expressions. A
geometry problem had suddenly resolved itself into urgent sexual
pleasure.
When she hit bottom and their pubic bones met she felt
filled up more fully than she ever had before. She then lifted herself
up and down, paying careful attention to just how their pubic bones
bumped together, carefully coaxing her clit to swelling thrills. Within
five minutes, encouraged by Foster's obvious excitement, she screamed
as she felt her own pleasure break in a huge wave. Her orgasm went on
as she rode Foster hard. He gave a gasp and pushed upward like a
volcano, lifting Sally six inches in the air as he joined her in
orgasm. The power of his body in fulfilling his desire gave her another
spasm of genital pleasure. Sally then felt a little unsteady and lay
down beside him, their organs separating.
The RADs echoed, "I
think she came that time, Foster." They smiled. And then, speaking just
to her, her RAD said, "Congratulations, Sally. Your first orgasm during
sex, and a great one it was."
They looked into each other's eyes
briefly, then kissed for a few seconds. But their mutual total
satisfaction made them both sleepy and they drifted off in each other's
arms.
Sally decided that her RAD gave her very good advice when it came to
sex.
Foster
and Sally met every day after school. They tried to do other activities
first, but they soon ended up in the urgent lovemaking that was what
they really both craved. Soon they skipped any pretense and headed
straight for each other's passionate embrace.
They didn't try to
hide any of this from Sally's parents, who suppressed any feelings they
might have had about it. It was in any event illegal to interfere with
any two consenting people having sex, no matter the age.
Sally
was 14 but Foster was a year older. They both knew that government
policy was going to require them to have sex with other people when
they turned 16. They had both thought of this as something to worry
about in the far distant future, but now the future for Foster was
rapidly approaching. They both also knew that it was good to ramp up
gradually to multiple partners while it was still voluntary.
Following
the indirect suggestion of their RADs, they enjoyed a special afternoon
to share their last sex before they would be untrue to each other. To
minimize jealousy, they both met their next sexual partner on the same
day.
Sally's new partner was Garret. They talked with some ease
as they walked together to his house after school. Unbeknownst to
Sally, Garret's RAD was giving him hints about what to say next when
the conversation lagged. In his bedroom he started kissing her. But
Sally didn't really feel right about it; kissing was something she
wanted to save for Foster. Garret started undressing her but she
thought they should just strip without making it part of foreplay.
Their RADs remained silent, knowing only that they both were feeling
pleasure and that anxiety was within acceptable limits. As Sally lay
back on the bed Garret licked and fondled her breasts for a minute or
two, much to Sally's delight. Then he used his hand between her legs.
His
RAD then said, "I think she would really like it if you used your
tongue between her legs." Garret had had the hots for Sally for some
time and would consent to anything.
"Sally," said her RAD. "You lucky girl. Garret is going to lick you
between the legs. Your first cunnilingus! Enjoy yourself!"
As his tongue worked inside her pussy lips and found her clit, she very
quickly found out why girls adored this.
"Mmmm, very nice Sally, eh?" said the RAD.
Foster hadn't wanted to do this, though she had suggested it to him
only in passing.
The
pure pleasure pulsed throughout her loins. She bucked her hips, trying
to moderate herself so as not to bruise Garret's face. He wet his
fingers with her juices and reached up to massage both nipples with his
hands while licking her clitoris strongly and quickly. The pleasure
built more quickly than she was accustomed to and took her by surprise.
She convulsed with orgasm, yelping with the intensity of it.
Garret
then slid his body up to lie beside her. As she recovered she started
fondling his cock, which was already pretty hard. She wondered if she
should give him some head. She was still a little grossed out by the
idea, though since Garret had done her it would seem only fair. But she
figured her RAD would suggest it if it was a good idea.
She
wanted to be on top, but she'd be embarrassed if he didn't agree or was
awkward about it. She couldn't ask her RAD; Garret would hear and then
she might as well ask him directly.
Her RAD was smart, however.
It had no way of knowing for sure that was what she wanted, but it made
an educated guess. It also knew that Garret would agree to almost
anything. "Why don't you push him onto his back and take him. You may
be a naughty girl, but it will feel soooo good," it said with a
mischievous overtone to its voice. Encouraged by its words, she rolled
him over and impaled herself on him from above. She had mastered the
geometry with Foster. Garret looked about as happy and grateful as a
person could look and gasped as she consumed him all the way up inside
her.
She rocked up and down. Her clit was very happy. The
pleasure was intense, but orgasm just wasn't happening for her and she
started to feel embarrassed. Taking in her embarrassment her RAD said,
"He's having such a good time he will wait all day, and that rod of his
will stay hard forever." After a pause, "When he sees your gorgeous
smooth body humping away on him and your little breasts jiggling up and
down, he's thrilled. Look at your nipples." Sally realized she did look
pretty sexy up there riding her man, gobbling up his cock over and over
again. Impaled to the hilt she felt the pleasure increase. She felt so
close, but still wasn't sure she would get herself over the top. Just
at that point the RAD said, "Come on, Sally, grab him, fuck him, milk
him. You're a great little cunt. Fuck him! Fuck him!" The naughty words
tripped her over the edge. Her climax seized her loins, flooding her
with pleasure, her cunt spasming. After all her aftershocks simmered
down she collapsed beside him, breathing heavily.
Talking to Garret and her RAD at the same time, she said, "It talked
dirty to me! I didn't know you knew words like that."
The
RAD laughed and said in its echoey way, "You would be surprised if you
knew how much I know. 'Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker,
motherfucker, and tits.'"
"Huh?"
"It's from an old comedy record."
After
a little pause the RAD spoke again, "He's been so nice to you, now if
you're willing it would be very sweet of you to return the favor by
acting like a little doggy." She felt a little surge of fear. That idea
felt a little gross and humiliating to her.
But she realized
they were just passing feelings. All of this sex stuff was exciting.
Garret certainly had been nice to her, and she was willing to try it.
Whatever else Garret was, he was kind and attuned to her pleasure. He
had used his tongue on her, and she shivered to remember how good that
had felt.
She got up on her hands and knees and stuck her butt
up in the air. Garret got up on his knees from behind her and caressed
her all over. He massaged her pussy lips and teased her with a minute
or so of exquisite work with his tongue. Then she felt the soft but
firm organ surge decisively into her. She liked the sensation of being
filled from that angle; it seemed like his cock was in deeper in her
than ever before. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting away, fast
and deep. She felt like a primitive animal and found it naughty and all
the more exciting for that. She wasn't feeling much direct pleasure as
nothing was touching her clitoris, but this was Garret's time.
"That
big dog is taking his hot little bitch. That's you, hot little bitch,"
her RAD said, the dirty talk again thrilling her. He kept plunging in
and out, gasping and moaning. His fingernails bit into her butt at the
same time he lunged himself up inside her deeper than ever and let out
a giant "Arrgggghhh!" With his upward lunge his cock jammed against the
end of her cunt and she winced a little. Garret stayed wedged deep
inside her, his cock forcing spurt after spurt up inside her depths.
Then he withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her, a silly grin on
his face.
Suddenly Garret came into focus as a boy she had
barely met before, and she suddenly felt exposed and degraded at his
doing her like a dog.
Sensing the surge of emotion, her RAD asked, "What's the matter Sally?
You can tell both of us."
Garret looked at her with concern:
"I'm really happy you let me do it from the rear like that, and I'm
sorry if it didn't work so well for you."
He was probably coached by his RAD to say that, but it looked like he
meant it too.
Sally
chose her next words without the help of her RAD. "It's OK, it felt
good but then a little weird. Maybe I've had enough for today."
The RADs had a different idea. Garret's got him up on his hands and
knees like a little bitch, his head down, looking contrite.
"Mount
him and grab his butt, if you like," said her RAD. It seemed weird but
it also seemed right. There was Garret in a submissive posture. She
humped away behind him, and though she had nothing to penetrate him
with she had that feeling of dominating him. It eased considerably her
own sense of having been degraded.
He smiled at her and she at him. Now the RADs gently suggested it was
time for her to go.
Garret wasn't her dear Foster, but it had been pretty much fun. Make
that a whole lot of fun.
She
had a little surge of jealousy thinking of Foster doing it with another
girl, but it felt OK as she considered all she had just done.
Sally's
RAD had told her she was just starting to ovulate, so this was the most
auspicious time to have sex. She consented to the RAD's suggestion that
she go over to Davio's house the next day after school.
After
they stripped she found herself filled with just plain lust for this
dark body. Davio was a little older, and when he sucked her breasts and
used his fingers between her legs it was apparent that his experience
gave him a touch that her peer lovers didn't have. Feeling her animal
side take over she started to turn him onto his back to mount him, but
he pressed back and turned her onto her back and soon had slid into
her. She was both annoyed and excited by his taking charge of the
situation.
He pumped into her slow and deep, but after a while
he also slid his fingers between the two of them where their pubic mats
rubbed, and with his fingers he quickly brought Sally to a crashing
orgasm. As she came down, Davio just kept pumping slow and deep. After
another 20 minutes she rose to a second orgasm, a small one, and still
he kept going. He went on for the better part of an hour, and while it
was warm and pleasant, she became aware that she was getting a little
sore.
"Um, this is great, but, um, I'm starting to get a little sore."
"Very good, Sally!" said her RAD. "I knew something was bothering you
but I wasn't sure what. Glad you told him."
Davio
then gave her a lecherous smile, and locking eyes with her he pumped
hard and fast for under a minute before exploding up inside her,
letting loose with a guttural shout. He immediately pulled out, and as
he caught his breath said, "Hope that didn't hurt at the end?"
"No,"
Sally said, though it actually had not felt so great. She made a mental
note to tell boys when she got the least bit uncomfortable, so they
would have time to finish off before it really started hurting.
Davio didn't have much interest in snuggling, it appeared, and she soon
got the hint, dressed, and left.
Sally
and Foster's infatuation had been based almost exclusively on sex,
which was now something they shared with other people. Sally had
experienced Garret's tongue. Foster for his part had had the experience
of women with fuller hips and bigger boobs, women who could squeeze
their pussies at just the right moment to maximize his pleasure. He
especially liked those mouths that enveloped him and the sheer joy
those darting tongues could bring him.
They found themselves
spending less and less time together, and then one day they were done,
something they never really noticed at the time because they simply
stopped suggesting getting together.
The
week before she turned 16 Sally paid another lengthy visit to the
Registration Center. As at her 12-year-old visit she was shown sexually
related still pictures and movies. They were more extensive and
explicit than before, featuring all kinds of boys and men, girls and
women, in various combinations and positions. She watched some where
the men seemed to be forcing the women against their will, some the
opposite, some where people were tied up. She watched many group
scenes. Some of the boys and girls seemed a bit on the young side to be
doing these things. She watched anal sex. Her reactions were being
recorded for hints as to her sexual tastes. The computers would include
this information in their massive databases, trying to find
relationships of variables that would yield more pregnancies.
Her
counselor Diane was a pleasant woman in her 30s. She reminded Sally
that when she turned 16, her RAD would choose her sexual partners and
activities. It would give her considerable leeway most of the month --
including the ability to just not have sex and concentrate on other
aspects of her life.
But during her fertile days the RAD would
guide her life. She didn't have to take all the suggestions her RAD
made, but Diane strongly recommended that she not refuse her RAD very
often. The counselor noted that the RAD could make her life more or
less pleasant, and most girls quickly decided to take just about all
the advice they were given. She was issued a vibrator and told to
familiarize herself with it. Some of the encounters would be ordered on
short notice, and for her comfort she should have a means for getting
fully aroused quickly.
"O Sally!" her RAD chirped in her ear in a singsong voice one afternoon
around 4pm.
"Yeah?"
"You have entered your fertile phase, and now I will be master of your
life. Bwahaahaaaa!"
"Gee thanks, RAD." A little surge of anger went through her. "Who gets
to fuck me first?"
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
At 9:15 she heard the doorbell and a murmur of voices as her father let
the visitor in.
The
man knocked twice on her door before entering. She was stunned to see a
vague-looking older man, bald and paunchy, who introduced himself as
Adam. "I'm here to mate with you, missy!" he chuckled.
"Really?" she said in a small voice.
"Really," said her RAD soothingly.
"Excuse me, sir," she said and retreated to the bathroom.
"What the hell is this, RAD?"
"This is your first mate. He is a bit unlike your previous lovers, I
admit."
"He's gross!" she said.
"Nonetheless,
he is your first mate, and I would appreciate it very much if you would
mate with him. You must remove all your clothing, but you can choose
whatever position you choose."
"Gee, thanks," she muttered.
Battling
her revulsion, she stripped in the bathroom and warmed herself up
quickly with her vibrator, feeling her body responding almost against
her will.
Returning and hardly looking at Adam she got into
doggy position on the bed and presented her rear end to him. "You can
be as quick as you like," she said, in a tone that was civil but not in
the least warm.
Adam grinned as he dropped his trousers and briefs.
"You
sure are sexy, missy. I love you young ones. Nice ass, nice little
tits. There, I've gotten myself good and hard already. Ready for your
stallion, young filly?" He paused. "Ready for me to slide in?" Sally
nodded, and felt his organ slide inside, as warm and hard as any man's.
"Ooo, you sure are hot and wet. I'll be making you wetter pretty soon,
heh heh heh."
Sally was feeling angry. "Can you just keep quiet and get this over
with?"
The RAD spoke kindly but with firmness in her ear, "It's important to
be civil to all your mates."
"Yeah, well fuck you," she whispered to it.
"Ooooo,
the filly is touchy," said Adam. "I'm not as spry as I used to be, but
I'll try to plaster your cunt with my sperm pretty soon now." He
muttered to himself, "Oh baby, hot little cunt, maybe I can knock her
up, wouldn't that be something! Touchy, but still a good fuck. Tight
little cunts, these little ones. Feeling pretty good, aren't we Dickie?
This little girl ordered up a sperm shake; I think we can do it."
Sally gritted her teeth but kept silent.
"Ready,
ballsies? Ummmph, that's it, snuggle up, get the shake ready. This cunt
needs one." His rhythm got faster. "Sperm shake, comin' up. Fuck cunt,
mmm, fuck cunt. Hot little girl, nice grip. Mmmm. Fuck cunt, Fuck.
Cunt, cunt, cunt. Mmm. Almost, cunt. Mmmm. Ahhh. OOOOOOH!" His rhythm
slowed and he pressed in just a little harder. After a pause and just a
touch out of breath he continued, "There you go, missy. Sperm shake,
just where you ordered it."
"OK, you can go now!" said Sally.
"Touchy,
touchy. Still felt nice, real nice. Touchy, but a very nice fuck, young
dear." He withdrew and pulled briefs and trousers back up before
leaving. "Have a pleasant evening."
And he was gone.
"Gross!!!" she yelled to her RAD.
"Are you in pain?"
"No."
"Feeling pleasure?"
Now
that Sally thought about it, annoyed as she was, she was pretty hot. A
cock had just been gliding in and out of her. And that dirty talk had
been erotic, disgusting as Adam was. "Yes."
"Perhaps your vibrator would feel good."
As
usual the RAD's suggestion felt right. Within a minute she had a fine
orgasm, hearing almost against her will, "... hot little cunt, nice
grip, fuck..."
After she rested a bit, she decided to have a serious talk with her RAD.
"Is that what it's like to be 16? Gross guys?"
"Some of your mates will be less appealing than others."
"All
the time I've been growing up you always got me hot boys. And then I
turn 16 and you give me that ... that ... nasty old lump."
"The survival of the human race requires extreme measures. We have to
use Adam's sperm too; he might be able to father a child."
"The world would be better off without a turd like that fathering
children."
"Pull down your eyescreen, please."
"Why?"
"I want to show you a few things."
Sally pulled it down.
"Here he is at age 21 and 25."
He was decent looking.
"And here is at 35, with his two sons."
He looked like a good man, and his sons seemed happy.
"As
men get older they can't always get erections or achieve orgasm. When
he talks like that it's his way of getting himself excited enough. He
doesn't mean any harm."
Sally felt a little better. Not much, mind you, just a little.
When they were outside she spoke, "Mommy, he was gross! He called me
dirty names and he did me like a doggy!"
"I did see him on his way out, and I agree he wasn't the most
attractive fellow."
"I'll say! Do I have to keep doing this?"
"Yes, dear, I think you do. You know I often mate with men who aren't
very pleasant. You've seen some of them."
"Yes... yes I have." She considered some notably unappealing men who
had gone into her mother's bedroom.
"But I want to choose who I do it with!"
"Of course you do, dear, we all do. And you know why we don't get to,
not on this one day a month?"
"Yeah,
I know." The reason for their strange lifestyle had been explained to
her endlessly. Babies. It was all about getting pregnant and having
babies.
Around 11:30 her RAD spoke. "Your next mate is available."
"Oh great, is this one as fat as a truck? Hasn't bathed in a year?"
"You
will have to judge for yourself, but I think you will find him more
appealing than your last one. Please proceed to the back yard."
It was a pleasant 78 degrees out, and she quickly saw the blanket with
the figure on it.
As she came closer she saw he looked pretty young.
Her
RAD spoke. "This young man Felix is a virgin, and very nervous. Your
job is to help him in a pleasant, kind manner to lose his virginity.
Not many girls would be good at this, but we think you will be."
She
felt a little thrill at the flattery, then reflected with a little
annoyance that she was valuing the good opinion of a computer.
As she sat on the blanket next to him she noticed he really was a cute
boy on his way to handsome.
"Hello, Felix," she said with a smile.
"Hello," he returned timidly.
She ran her hands over his hair and shoulders. He just sat.
"Have you ever touched a girl before?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Stand up," she said, rising herself. "Let's do a slow dance."
They
were standing under a tree in the pleasant evening air. He took her in
dance position and they rocked back and forth. Mostly he was looking
down, glancing up at her only now and then. He looked a little pale.
On a whim, she said, "RAD, some music?"
Each of them heard a slow waltz.
She moved in and turned the slow dance into a hug, then began rubbing
her body against his.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You can touch me if you
like. I would enjoy that."
He
timidly ran his hand along the back of her head, over her neck, back
and arms. She separated from him a little to expose her breasts to his
touch, but he didn't take the hint. She leaned into his ear again, "You
can touch my boobs if you like. You will find them on the top part of
my chest." That broke the mood a little and he smiled at her, then
proceeded to very lightly touch her dress over where her breasts were.
She felt warmed by his timidity, but she also saw that at this rate
they would be there all night.
"Let's take our clothes off."
She
worked on his buttons, and he fumbled with hers. But their attempts to
undress the other were mostly symbolic. They were of course most expert
at disrobing themselves. He stared in wonder as the various parts of
her ripe feminine body came into view. Her panties were the last
article she slipped off. He didn't take his briefs off. She could see
the bulge of his erect cock within. "Those too," she said.
"But, it's... um."
"Yes, it is hard," she said. "I'm really glad," she continued with a
smile.
Reassured,
he removed his briefs. She lay on the blanket on her side, and he
followed suit. He reached out to her bare breasts tentatively and very
gently. She pushed his hand against her much harder. "They aren't made
of glass, and it feels better like that." She wasn't feeling too much
physical pleasure, but she was delighted by this shy young thing. She
started fondling his erection and heard him gasp.
"Sorry to
interrupt, Sally," said her RAD. "But he is already excited enough that
manual stimulation is not recommended. We feel it would be excellent
for our program if his first ejaculation was inside your vagina." She
liked that idea too. She lay back and spread her legs, moving his hand
between her legs, where he rubbed gently. It was awkward, but it was
still thrilling. She started wiggling her hips a little.
"Sally,
his danger of premature ejaculation is mounting. Please encourage him
to penetrate you immediately." She pulled on his arm, encouraging him
to roll onto her. As he lowered himself she took his cock lightly and
guided it against her opening. She wasn't terribly wet, but wet enough
that it wouldn't hurt.
"OK, go ahead!" He pushed in, an amazed
expression on his face. Then he surged a few inches deeper and gave a
moan as his cock twitched. She felt a thrill for him, recalling
Foster's amazement the first time he had shot his sperm into her.
Felix's cock just kept pumping and pumping. Was it possible he had
never come before and she was getting all the sperm he had ever made?
Nah, not likely. After his cock stopped filling her, Felix rolled off,
panting.
"Oh, gee, Sally, I, um ..."
"You fucked me,
Felix, and that's just what I wanted. I really loved seeing how good
you felt." After a pause she leaned over to whisper, "Thanks for the
sperm!"
"Good girl, Sally!" said her RAD. "You handled that whole thing very
well."
"Why, thank you, RAD," she said, not caring if Felix heard that side of
the conversation.
Her
RAD spoke, "Sally, this next part is entirely optional for you. I rule
your life for the next day or so, but this is not a requirement. See,
you get some choices!
"Felix will have regained his erection and
his interest in less than four minutes. Would you like to stay for
another round of sex? Your choice."
"OK," she whispered to the RAD. "Wanna do it again?" she asked Felix.
He nodded enthusiastically.
"But," he said, indicating his limp cock.
"Oh, we'll see what happens," she said.
She
encouraged him to lick and suck her nipples and demonstrated how to rub
his hand between her legs. When she felt good and ready she reached out
to find his cock was nearly hard, and with a minute of stroking it was
fully ready. "This time I'll do you!" She urged him onto his back and
rose above him before engulfing his cock inside her.
Sally moved
to her own rhythm. Felix moaned and looked at her with wonder, and she
thought about what it was like to take this virgin. Her strokes got
shorter but more intense as she wiggled her clit against his pubic bone
just right. Lost in her own world, she jammed herself tightly against
him, mashing her clit and making her come while engulfing him as far
into her as he would go.
She was startled out of her
late-orgasmic reverie when he then came alive and turned her over with
strength and confidence. With a motion bordering on the violent he
pulled her legs apart and within seconds jammed himself inside her
again. He pumped away with urgent, deep strokes, insistently. After
maybe five minutes he sped up and went deeper. She could feel his
orgasm building and her pleasure danced with his. As he spurted inside
her she spasmed around him and their two bodies reveled in the mating.
After a minute of rest they disconnected.
"So, how do you like sex?" Sally asked. Felix grinned, flushed and
still breathing hard.
She
asked Felix, "Just curious -- when you turned me over and forced your
way in, was that your idea, or the RAD's?" She could have asked her
RAD, later, but it had occurred to her that she wasn't sure she would
believe its answer.
"The RAD's," he said quickly. "Though I thought it was great."
After
a brief pause he continued, "I've got a question for you. Why did my
RAD say "ice cube" and "cactus" when I was just about to go into you
the first time?"
"You could ask your RAD."
"Yeah, but... I'd like your opinion too."
"You mean, like, you don't totally trust the little bugger?"
"Well," he said shyly, "Kind of."
The RAD came on in an echoey ethnic voice, "Oh Gawd, I am SO offended!"
They both laughed, but Sally wanted to answer his question.
"Ah, my RAD told me you were in danger of coming before you got inside
me. My RAD was urging me to get you in me quickly."
"Oh,
Jeez. And mine was trying to get me to hold off with those words.
Interesting. I knew I was feeling real excited, but I didn't know I was
close to coming before I got in you. Guess I was."
Their RADs echoed, "Damn straight you were."
After a moment, Sally started closing the encounter.
"It was kind of fun initiating you to the mysteries of -- ahem --
sexual intercourse."
"Thanks, thanks. I'll never forget you."
She had little doubt of that. Who forgets their first time?
"Um," he said. "You want to do it again?"
"Ahem," echoed the RADs. "I think that will be quite enough for this
evening," it said in a patrician patronizing tone.
Sally
said, "You shot your wad twice, and I guess it doesn't much matter how
many more times you do. But for me, who knows how many more guys I'm
lined up to fuck?" she said a bit wistfully.
"I do! I do!"
crowed the RADs. Then switching to the tone of an earnest social
worker, the RADs said, "The entire human race bows down in appreciation
of your sacrifice."
Felix knew the RAD was mostly joking, but
made it serious, leaned in towards her and said, from his heart, "I
want to thank you for letting bunches of guys fuck you, so we don't,
you know, just vanish," he said. "It must be weird, maybe gross?" he
said, brushing the back of his hand down her face.
"You certainly weren't weird or gross," she said. Felix smiled a little.
As he folded up his blanket and left, Sally felt genuinely touched.
"Sweet boy," said the RAD.
"He thanked me for doing this fertile-day slut routine," she said.
With all traces of humor gone, the RAD said, "Your fellow human beings
really do thank you, you know."
She
was lost in thought for a while considering that. She and her friends
were all keenly aware of the coercion that ruled their lives during
their fertile days, but lost track of the reason behind it all.
Later, at her desk, she asked "RAD?"
"Yes?"
"I asked Felix whether turning me over was your idea or his. If I had
asked you instead, would you have told me the truth?"
"Sure."
"OK, so you would have that time, but would you always tell me the
truth?"
"I exist to give suggestions, not answer questions."
"But you do sometimes answer them."
"Yes."
"And then?"
"You have found my answers helpful, haven't you? Have you ever known me
to lie?"
"No, but you're trying to wiggle away. That's not what I'm asking, and
you know it."
"Hmmm. I usually tell the truth, and as you know sometimes I may refuse
to answer a question."
"But you sometimes lie."
There was a pause. "Yes, I may very occasionally lie."
"So I can't trust you."
The
RAD adopted a very proper tone, "My programming is entirely dictated by
the policies of your democratically elected government."
Sally
wasn't particularly sophisticated politically, but she wasn't wet
behind the ears either. "In other words, I can't trust you."
There was a brief pause. "I don't know that I can add any further
helpful information."
Sally sighed.
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Felix
Not
long after he turned 14 Felix had found that a little fluid started
oozing out when he masturbated, then a little more. Then it didn't
ooze, it spurted. A new urgency attached itself to sexual matters.
Always a shy boy, he found girls very attractive but felt even more shy
than before.
He would be required to have sex when he turned 16,
just like everyone else. His RAD wanted him to ease into his role by
having sex with a girl. But he resisted. So when he turned 15 his RAD
had moved from subtle suggestions to explicit suggestions and then on
to real pressure. He had backed out of his first assignation, and then
he had managed to get through his shyness with Sally.
He had
gone into the encounter feeling timid, but he came out with his
sexuality on fire. He lived the experience over and over in his mind,
and each time his cock pulsed erect and beyond merely erect to very
hard. He couldn't resist masturbating. In the first few days after he
met Sally on the blanket in her back yard he was masturbating six times
a day, though it then tapered off somewhat.
The RAD set him up
with girls a couple times a week, but except when a girl's pussy took
over a slot, he masturbated 3 or 4 times every day.
Salt Lake
culture encouraged the free expression of sexuality and there was no
shame attached to masturbation. However, there was a potential problem
for Felix. The idea of all this sex was to make girls pregnant. That
required semen, and if it was all getting jerked off into tissues there
wouldn't be much to actually deposit into a potentially fertile vagina
when the time came.
He and his RAD had discussed the matter a
number of times in the weeks leading up to his 16th birthday. The RAD
urged him to cut back. He wanted to pleasure himself whenever he wanted
-- it felt so good!
His cock was hard and Felix felt that
irresistible urge. As he slid his underpants down to give himself full
access to his genitals, RAD's voice came on with a new sort of message.
"Fred
cowered against the pole he had been lashed to. The savage approached
with an evil grin on his face, wielding a gleaming knife. The hag had
already grabbed his manhood and was holding it out from his body,
cackling. Fred knew where the knife was headed. The savage got closer,
closer..."
Felix continued stroking his cock, but his erection faltered. "Hey
RAD," said Felix.
"Yes, Felix?"
"If you tell me stories like that, do you know what I'm going to do?"
"No, Felix, what are you going to do?"
"I am going to take you off when I'm feeling horny."
"I am not surprised to hear you say that. I cannot stop you, of course."
Felix knew that quite well, though he also knew that crossing a RAD was
not a good idea.
"If you were to do that and continue to masturbate to orgasm as
frequently as you have been, I would take measures."
"And they would be?"
"As a first step I would refuse to schedule any more young women for
you to have sex with."
Felix
figured he would say that, and he had carefully considered the issue.
If he had to choose between sex with a girl twice a week and
masturbating whenever he felt the urge, he would give up the girls.
"OK," he said.
After a pause the RAD spoke again, "There will be other consequences
too."
"Such as?"
"I will not discuss them at this time, but I hope you will reconsider
and try to tone down your unbridled masturbation."
Felix
thought maybe he should cut back, but those images of pussies kept
coming to him. His cock kept getting hard, and stroking it felt so
good. The pleasure built, and as orgasm gave him release a few drops of
semen dribbled onto his chest. He ejaculated so frequently that there
wasn't much fluid each time.
The RAD apparently believed Felix's
threat to take it off if he made any negative remarks during his
masturbation, because the RAD remained silent at such times.
Occasionally he heard a single sigh as he began stroking in earnest.
Two days before Felix turned 16 he awoke and within a few minutes he
finished satisfying his sexual urges.
"I hope you found that pleasant, dear Felix?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Let
me review with you some facts. The day after tomorrow, you will be
required to have intercourse with a woman. A woman during her fertile
period usually engages in more sexual intercourse than she would really
like. To honor her sacrifice in good faith, we find her mates for her
who will inject her with sufficient semen to have at least some chance
of impregnating her. As you know, a minimum of 48 hours without
ejaculation is required. If you do not refrain from ejaculating for
that length of time, starting now, you will not be carrying out your
duties fully."
"OK, OK!"
When he arrived home after
school that day he felt the urge but resisted, losing himself in
computer games. That night as he was falling asleep the image of Sally
came to his mind as she had been his first time, cunt laid out for him
to plunge into. His cock was rock hard, and he couldn't help rubbing it
against his underwear just a little, and then he couldn't help sliding
his hand inside the underwear.
"Felix," said the RAD. "Think of ice cubes. Needles. Rotting peaches.
Pliers."
Felix gave a big sigh. He stopped stroking but the urge to go on was
intense.
Guiltily,
with his left hand Felix gently removed the RAD and laid it on the
bedside table. In his mind, Sally's hungry pussy awaited. He needed it
... A few strokes ... As his member started to intrude, Sally's cunt
glided open around him to welcome him ... Pleasure washed over him as
he imagined his cock spurting into Sally's innards. In the real world a
little bit of semen spurted onto his chest. Within seconds his pleasure
and sense of release gave way to shame and guilt.
He quietly picked up the RAD and re-attached it.
"Felix," the RAD whispered.
"Yeah. I know -- I fucked up," Felix replied.
"Yes, I suppose you did." After a pause, "You are supposed to wait and
fuck up your mate's cunt, you know."
"Ha, ha, ha."
The scene was repeated the next morning. "Can we put off my mate for
another day? I won't do it tonight, I promise."
"Very well, we can do that, but only once."
It
was no use. Felix just couldn't keep from jerking off at least every
morning and evening. The night before his first mate was scheduled, he
did it three times. He figured he had failed anyway, so he might as
well enjoy himself.
His
mate came to his house in the morning while he was still sleeping. She
was a hard-looking woman, perhaps in her 40s. She eyed Felix coldly. He
found her demeanor uncomfortable, but he knew her cunt would soon be
his. As long as he could fuck her cunt demeanor didn't matter to him.
Since
his RAD gave him no instructions, he was free to do as he pleased. The
woman lay back, and he started to massage her between the legs, but she
pushed his hand away.
"I'm ready, little Felix, just do it," she said with a sour face.
So
Felix turned over onto her and slid his erection into her barely moist
pussy. Once inside, her cunt seemed cavernous and his cock barely
seemed to make contact with any flesh inside. She looked up at him with
derision. He closed his eyes to shut it out but could still feel her
looking up at him. He wanted to get this over with, and within a minute
he felt his cock twitch as his couple drops of semen dribbled into the
nebulous space of her pussy.
He pulled out and lay beside her.
"Thanks for the sperm," she said sarcastically as she got up to dress.
Just as she closed the door behind her he heard her mutter, "Christ."
That
was the first time in his life that he had felt cruddy after sex with a
female. The more he thought about it the worse he felt. Maybe her
demeanor mattered to him more than he had thought. He masturbated to
images of Sally to make memories of loose-cunt vanish.
Three
days later he visited his next mate in her home. This mating was to be
in the dark. As he groped for her on the bed he found himself repulsed
by mountains of flesh and for once in his life he couldn't get it up.
But that was permitted now and then.
His RAD sent him straight
from her house to a scrawny girl with an enormous nose and sunken eyes.
She looked like she was exerting a mighty effort not to burst into
tears. He got half an erection for her but it didn't last.
"RAD, is this what it's going to be like?"
"Why Felix, whatever do you mean?"
"Giving me repulsive women all the time?"
"As you know, different men have different tastes."
"Cut the crap. You're giving me creepy women and you know it."
"Well,
Felix, it is true that statistically these women are found unattractive
by the majority of men. Yet you have very little sperm to give them.
Our more attractive mates are reserved for men who can give them a full
dose of semen."
"So are those the 'other consequences' you referred to earlier?"
"Some of them."
Felix considered for a while. "Suppose I just keep pleasuring myself
and don't even try."
"I would feel obliged to tell your mother." That would be embarrassing.
"Need I go on?"
In
the wake of the divorce he and his mom had moved to Salt Lake a few
years before. He knew the financial incentives had had something to do
with the move. But he also knew that his mom seemed more excited than
depressed when her time of month came and she got fucked repeatedly one
way or the other. Different guys came to spend the night a lot of other
times too. Maybe he inherited his sex drive from her.
If he
raised a holy stink about the RAD ruling his life he supposed she might
decide to move back to the outside world with him. The other option, of
course, was to send him to live with his father. When Felix thought of
his father he shuddered.
He sighed. The RAD was going to win again.
Three
times a month he needed to keep from masturbating for a full 48 hours.
The RAD had helpful suggestions. Felix got cold compresses to wear
inside his underwear as he was going to sleep. When his cock started
rising, the RAD was ready with stories of knives, cactus, rotting
flesh, and vaginas lined with sandpaper soaking with acid.
Finally
Felix was trained. The girls he met were sometimes great and sometimes
average, but rarely creepy like the first few. Having controlled his
urges for two whole days, Felix found there was a special pleasure to
feeling so much semen pumping out of him and into this girl he hoped to
impregnate. Frustrated by his two days of abstinence, once was not
enough. He often wanted to do it with his mate a second or third time,
and the girl sometimes agreed. If not, he could jack off a couple times
when he was on his own again.
The rest of the month he was free
to pleasure himself whenever he wished, and he continued to dribble
onto his stomach three times a day or more.
In RAD Central his
behavior was duly noted and recorded. A boy jerked off constantly
except in the couple days before inseminations. What could that
possibly correlate with?
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Lisa
Lisa hung her head. This interview was slightly preferable to being
dead, she reflected, but not much.
"So, Lisa, we meet again," said her counselor Helaine.
"Yeah," said Lisa with a huge sigh.
Helaine
was a warm and attractive woman in her 30s. Lisa would have found it
easier to hate her if she had some irritating feature or attitude. But
Helaine was understanding and genuine. She did not condescend or
threaten. She was part of an elite, a specialist in tough cases, and
she was seeing Lisa because Lisa was a tough case.
"Let's review
where we are. You are almost 18 years old. You turned down all of your
RAD's suggestions for a gradual introduction to sexual activity while
it was optional. You refused to name as sexual partners any of the
hundreds of males you knew. When you turned 16, you refused to engage
in sexual activity with the half dozen men and boys selected for you.
"You
have undergone a full psychiatric evaluation on two separate occasions,
and there have been no signs of illness. You have seen four different
psychotherapists, but terminated very quickly. Your record was seeing
one of them five times before you quit."
Lisa started to cry.
"I'm sorry you are upset, sweetie, but I'm going to go on. We felt
obliged to tell your parents."
Lisa's
parents were fanatic supporters of the RAD program. They understood
that girls who came of age within the program were some of the most
promising candidates for pregnancy, and also understood that getting
used to it was sometimes difficult. They gave her the lecture about her
duty to the human species.
She could go back to the outside
world without her parents. She would live with her Aunt Karen and Uncle
Kevin. There was something about the idea of living with Uncle Kevin
that filled her with dread, a dread that reached down to the depths of
her being, though she had no idea why.
"Refusing to engage in
sexual activity with any of your pick of males, you were then enrolled
in the Sex Positive program. You found it highly unpleasant -- can I
skip recounting the details for you?"
Lisa nodded.
"After
three days you begged to be released, promising to engage in sexual
intercourse within 48 hours. Since you still refused to name any male
of your choice, two men were selected for you. You refused them and
kicked the second one, causing a bruise. You refuse to wear your RAD."
Helaine paused. "What are we going to do with you?"
Lisa glanced up briefly through her tears, then hung her head and
shrugged.
"I
am sorry, Lisa, but as you are well aware all young women who remain in
Salt Lake are obliged to engage in sexual intercourse so we can save
humanity from extinction. I am too, as you know. You have no physical
or mental condition that prevents you from fulfilling this duty. No
trauma in your past."
She shifted to a softer tone. "Sexual
intercourse is something your body is designed for. After a mere four
acts of intercourse, 60% of girls report it as 'very appealing',
'appealing', or "neutral". After twenty acts, 89% of girls rate sex as
at least 'appealing'. Yet you refuse to even try.
"Would you like to go back to the Sex Positive program?"
"No!"
"Would you like to go live with your aunt and uncle? That is an option
available to you at any time."
"No!"
Helaine
sighed. "I am not sure how much longer we can wait for you. One thing
we will not compromise on any more: You are now required to wear your
RAD at all times. If you do not, we will send you to the Sex Positive
program. Understood?"
Lisa nodded.
"I am so sorry, Lisa. We are all here to help you in any way we can."
With that Helaine rose, and gave Lisa a lingering pat on the shoulder
as she walked out.
As
directed, Bill waited in his car. Another man drove up and parked
behind him. His RAD spoke: "He pushed her roughly against the wall and
ripped at her panties. `No, no!' she cried. `Yes!' he cried as his
pulsing organ found her sweetest wet spot and the entire ten inches of
his thick cock speared up into her virgin pussy." Bill's cock was
already pretty hard from the earlier part of the story, but it was now
fully engorged.
Bill saw two girls walking down the sidewalk
towards them. The voice said, "At the count of three, get out of the
car and chase the short girl away."
"One... two ... three ...
Now!" He and the man in the car behind quickly bounded out. He hadn't
registered that there was a man in the car two ahead of his, but he
joined in the fray. The shorter girl needed very little encouragement
from Bill to run. The other two men grabbed Lisa. She struggled, but
the two men easily controlled her and forced her face down over the
hood of Bill's car.
Lisa's heart was pounding. Were they going
to do her by force? On a public street? Three men? Instinctively she
just had to struggle, though she knew it was pointless in the grip of
two strong men. Her RAD then spoke. "Lisa, you are a disgusting slutty
bitch."
Lisa was shocked. Over the years her RAD had coaxed and
cajoled her, but never before had it spoken with her this way. RADs
were always sweet and understanding and rational. Now, at her most
vulnerable and terrified moment, it was turning on her. She felt
betrayed and totally alone in the world. But the RAD wasn't through.
"This
man is going to ream your foul stinky hole with his giant pulsing meat.
You're so foul and stinky he's disgusted with you. He's so enraged with
you he's going to ram it up your putrid cunt and it's going to hurt you
like hell. Oh, you disgusting little turd, Lisa."
Lisa's panic and dread was joined by self-loathing.
"Bill,
pull your pants down, get her clothing out of the way, and take her
from the rear." Some part of him felt sorry for the girl, and wanted to
tell the men to let her go. But the idea of taking a girl by force was
very exciting to him as well. For all he knew, being raped was this
girl's most powerful fantasy.
It was easy enough to lift her
skirt, and then he worked at pulling her panties down. His cock was
rock hard as he approached her. "Now tell her she's a disgusting pile
of shit." Bill was simultaneously horrified but excited, and did as he
was told. The other two men gave their own similar commentary.
Lisa
was tight but slick enough, and he pressed himself in farther and
farther. She cried sharply when he first penetrated her, then was
reduced to whimpering softly. He pumped in and out fast, feeling the
release building, and in under a minute he exploded up inside her as he
gave a huge moan. He held himself up inside her until his pulses died
down. He was dimly aware of the other two men yelling, "Disgusting cunt
bitch," "Slimy whore."
Lisa's RAD continued its commentary:
"There, now he's spewed his poisonous slime up inside you and it's
eating away at your insides." Lisa was already mostly numb.
Bill
switched places with one of the other men, who eagerly jammed up into
Lisa and thrust away. After a minute he shot his load up inside her,
and then the third men gave his sperm to the cause as well. Throughout
her second and third rapes her RAD kept up its degrading commentary.
The men pulled Lisa up and sat her on the grass beside the sidewalk
before driving away.
Lisa's numbness lifted just enough that she started crying softly
again, aware of goop oozing from her traumatized pussy.
"Oh, stop feeling so sorry for yourself, crybaby."
"RAD, is that what it's going to be like?" Lisa whispered, trying to
choke back her tears.
"Lisa, 24 hours from now I will be happy to talk with you, but not
until then."
That
evening Lisa lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her parents
were out, as usual, probably engaged in an orgy somewhere. She felt
totally alone in a cruel, evil world. There was nothing but blackness
in all directions. She could not remember that she had ever felt the
slightest bit of happiness in her life and knew she would never feel
any again. She was a total failure. The world would be far better off
without her. It was time to end it all.
"Lisa?" said her RAD.
Oh
great, now the evil little thing wanted to insult and humiliate her
some more. The surge of anger was enough to get her up off the bed. She
trudged into the kitchen and found the sharpest knife.
"Lisa," said her RAD. "I'm sorry I said I wouldn't talk with you. Will
you talk with me now?"
With the knife in her right hand, Lisa pulled the RAD out with her left
and let it drop to the floor.
Somewhere
in the cloud of cyberspace, virtual circuits clicked. In the real
world, two RADs spoke in a businesslike voice. Two women walked briskly
to an ambulance and sped off.
Lisa trudged to the bathroom.
Shouldn't make a mess. She pulled the shower curtain aside and sat on
the side of the dry tub, then let herself flop into it. Now no one
would have to mop up the floor. She looked idly at the knife. Very
shiny. She looked at her little wrist and saw little blue veins. She
sat in a daze for a moment. There was nothing but blackness, a shiny
knife, and a wrist. She gently scraped the point along the wrist, and
the barest white scratch appeared. She scraped a little harder and a
few red beads of blood welled up. Very pretty. She shut her eyes and
scraped much harder. It hurt, but pain was what she deserved. She lay
back and waited.
The ambulance lurched to a stop outside Lisa's
house. The two women walked briskly up the front walk. They rang the
bell but didn't wait for an answer. One headed to the bedrooms, the
other to the kitchen, but in mere seconds the one called the other into
the bathroom.
She
had not lost a serious amount of blood, so from the ER she went
straight to the mental ward. It wasn't like the Sex Positive facility.
She shuddered still to think of that. On the mental ward it was just
kind people poking and prodding and asking questions.
The
afternoon of the next day a nurse produced her very own RAD. She could
tell it was hers by the flower she had drawn on it when she was
younger. The woman handed it to her. Lisa hated it, and from all their
years together she also loved it. When the nurse saw her put it on she
smiled and left the two of them alone.
"Hello, Lisa."
"Why did you call me all those dirty names?" Lisa managed to get out,
tears filling her eyes.
"As
you know, our fertility program calls for unusual sexual
configurations, and we were trying to maximize your despair and grief."
"Yeah, well, you did just a fine job of that," she mumbled.
"I
owe you an apology: Lisa, I am sorry, sorry down to my every last wire
and chip. I wish I hadn't said any of those things. I don't believe any
of them about you.
"You are actually a wonderful young woman with many fine qualities.
Your sexual apparatus is not deficient --"
"Enough about my sexual apparatus!" snapped Lisa.
The
conversation went on, the RAD leading her to recall happier memories,
leading her so subtly Lisa didn't realize she was being led.
Towards the end the RAD said, "I am sorry. What I did was wrong. Here,
let me give you a hug."
Lisa's
parents were Frances and Mark, and she was correct that both were
strongly committed to the Salt Lake experiment. After they took her
home from the hospital and gave her a couple hours to settle in, they
told her they wanted to have a talk, and Lisa's spirits sank. She had
failed them, and now she was going to be reminded that she had failed
humanity as well.
They sat on the living room sofas. Her mother
started. "Lisa, your father and I have been talking. You know we have
been in favor of this RAD business from the start. We knew that it
wasn't always easy for a girl to get used to sex with strangers. We all
know that. And sometimes parents have to push. Because we don't want
people to go extinct."
"Thinking about there being no one to
carry on for any of us -- it fills me with dread," said her father.
"But we went too far. We should never have signed the rape
authorization."
"You... approved that?" Lisa was incredulous.
"Yes,
Lisa," her mother said, "though we never dreamed it would be so
terribly humiliating. We thought it would be, well, as kind as a rape
could be. We feel tricked and manipulated by the RADs.
"But that doesn't excuse what we did. I am so, so sorry."
"Me too, Lisa. It was a big mistake," continued her father. He had
tears in his eyes.
Lisa
looked at the two of them, as they hung their heads contritely. She
sometimes felt that to them the RAD project was more important than she
was. And she supposed it was.
But here at least was some true
sympathy for her plight. She leaned up against her mother, who wrapped
her arm around her, and she started crying softly. "There, there,
darling, I am so sorry." Lisa tried to fight back her tears, but it was
no use. Occasionally her father would start to speak, but her mother
shushed him.
Lisa sat up. "The rape was awful, but I would have
gotten through it. What I just couldn't take was when my RAD started
calling me nasty names! Ever since I got it years ago, it's never been
mean like that. Sure, we argued sometimes and it tried to get me to do
stuff but it was never actually mean. When it said that nasty stuff I
just felt utterly betrayed."
There was a silence.
"Well, RAD?" asked her father. All three knew that the RADs were
monitoring the conversation.
"I was unsure as to whether you wanted me to say anything," it replied
in its echoey voice.
"Lisa's
scenario was one of the most extreme 'unusual experiences' in our
experimental repertoire. We will never repeat it with anyone again."
The RAD was lying. The RAD computers had staged that kind of situation
before and would repeat it, though not often. Her experience was a data
point and it fell into the category of 'severe negative consequences'.
"We deeply regret that you felt so betrayed," it said.
"Well, there are limits," said her father. "There are limits."
Lisa
now steeled herself for forced sex within limits. Or maybe now she
would get herself to submit quietly. Yes, maybe that would work.
"Lisa, we have decided we are done with RADs. We're moving back to
Cleveland."
"Huh?"
"We're moving back to Cleveland. All three of us."
Lisa
slowly let the news sank in. Salt Lake was certainly pleasant. Their
home was nicer than the one in Cleveland, the school was much nicer,
and the people were more interesting and more -- alive. Against all
that was that one fear, that dread, that had haunted her for the years
since they had moved here. Sex. Men invading her body.
For a
moment she tried on for size the idea of never having to have sex
again. Never having to think about it if she didn't want to. She felt a
boulder lifting from her heart.
"Really?" she whispered to her father.
"Yes. At the end of the month."
Lisa start crying again.
"Thank you so much, dad. Thank you, mom. I'm sorry I failed you."
"You
didn't fail us, sweetie! Your dad and I love you just the way you are!"
Lisa suspected that line came from her mother's RAD, but the RAD
couldn't create the tears in her mother's eyes.
"I never have to have sex again?"
"You never do. Not ever. Unless you decide you want to some day."
The
RADs echoed, "We appreciate your efforts to try to achieve pregnancies,
all three of you. We respect your decision to leave. Now that you have
decided for yourselves, we can say that we think you made the best
choice." In cyberspace, the RAD noted to itself that an actual suicide
would be terrible PR for the entire project. "You only need to wear me
if you want, Lisa. If you do, I will never mention anything sexual
again."
Lisa spoke to her RAD from time to time over the next week. It was like
making up with an old friend before saying goodbye.
Lisa had the sensor portion of her RAD removed, to cleanse away the
last trace of the years of dread she had felt.
Lisa
was overjoyed when she got back to good old Cleveland. She was shocked
and then overjoyed to realize that she was pregnant. Her brutal triple
rape had also started a small, gentle, innocent life within.
Her
son would face an uncertain future, however. So few babies were being
born in Cleveland that all parents were gravitating to a few areas
where it was worthwhile to provide schools. Her son would come of age
in a world where the elders outnumbered those in the prime of life by a
margin of ten to one.
Lisa's son entered first grade amid a
transformation in society. Living in a city without children weighed
heavily on people more and more. Salt Lake City was making babies --
lots of babies. Birth rates were up to one third of pre-crisis levels.
The people in the rest of the country with baby hunger were
increasingly envious. But only the smallest trickle of people could
move to Salt Lake; the city was full.
So with conflict and
upheaval similar to Salt Lake, other cities were commandeered and
divided. First Charleston, then Memphis, Charlotte, Oklahoma City,
Dallas-Fort Worth. As the life in a RAD zone rose in popularity,
federal support and subsidies slackened. Even so, that next handful of
cities was the beginning of a flood.
Salt
Lake was certainly a city on a hill, a city where high ideals of
rampant promiscuity promised to save the world -- or threatened to
destroy everything worth saving, depending on how you looked at it.
Everyone
wanted to know how the change in sexuality would influence other
aspects of human life. Foremost in everyone's mind was the shape that
the family would take.
Pushing men and women apart were the
systematic infidelity of both sexes, but it was a greater force on men
than women. Wives being untrue was bad enough, and having sex
specifically to try to get pregnant with other men's children was much
worse. It struck at the very heart of primal male fears. Men's
infidelity bothered women, but not much more than before. The men were
not forming emotional attachments to their lovers and it was
considerable comfort that their infidelity was mandated by the
government.
In the early days in Salt Lake, lavish subsidies for
children meant that women were not economically dependent on men and
thus less likely to put up with relationships that they found
troublesome. As RAD culture spread and the subsidies diminished this
factor shrank accordingly.
Fairly often an unmarried woman would
end her fertile day sleeping beside her last lover of the day. This
occasional solace of human touch opened the way to sleeping together on
other nights. A man and woman who found each other appealing might
spend many nights together without integrating their lives in other
ways. This availability of human touch met a need both men and women
felt without requiring marriage.
Arrayed against all those
forces, however, were two others: First, a great many men and women
continue to want the intimacy that comes from commitment to a partner,
with sharing life stories and a life path.
Second, women want
their children to grow up knowing fathers. Men want the experience of
being there day in and day out as children grow; they want to be those
fathers. Not just by depositing sperm in the right vagina at the right
time, but in having children who call them "daddy".
So when all
was said and done, marriage was less common than before the crisis, but
still quite prevalent. There were a number of factors making marriages
more stable. No one got married in order to have sex. There was no
danger of hidden extramarital affairs ruining trust. There was
certainly no pressure to marry the girl if you made her pregnant. In
short, men and women entered marriage with a more realistic idea of
what it could realistically provide and what it could not.