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Diary of a Sex Slave in Space
by Plaything37 (toy4u38@yahoo.com)
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A young woman in a future world, finds herself in the
role of a sex slave on a long space journey. (M+/F,
exh, reluc, mast, oral, bd)
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Authors note: this is my very first published story; it
was done with much input, help and encouragement from
friends. A special thank you to The Tall Man for his
suggestions and editing. (I.O.U. a B.J - anytime you
choose to collect).
Part One – The Pilgrimage begins
The year is 2159, a time when space colonization has
become commonplace, thanks to the rapid advancement of
scientific accomplishments during the latter part of
the twentieth century and the beginning of the third
millennium. At long last, a one-world government has
been formed, it's priorities to deal with very serious
and at first seemingly insoluble climatic and
population problems on Earth. This government has
finally started to become effective in making decisions
to try and save the human race, which is threatened
with destruction as a result of its own mismanagement.
No more wars to kill off any of our people, no major
diseases, life is almost eternal as a result of
astonishing medical leaps forward; all this means that
the anticipated population explosion of the second half
of the 1900's had been seriously underestimated. The
average life expectancy is now over 120 years, and
there is almost no room for newborns.
New doctrine worldwide emergency laws have been enacted
to contain the frightening pace of population
augmentation. The majority of children were, until now,
sterilized at birth as a temporary means of slowing it
down. But it was calculated that the world population
was already too high for Earth's dwindling resources,
and still more had to be done.
Those people who have escaped unflinching application
of these new laws, being born before they came into
effect, are encouraged to seek voluntary sterilization.
If they do not, then legal authorization will be
required before they will be allowed to bring new
children into the world; such authorization is rarely
given, being limited to people who can afford to bribe
the final decision-makers, or those of high intellect
or important government rank.
Apart from the relentless sterilization program applied
to children whose births are officially approved,
compulsory birth control is also strictly followed by
all men and women. Most future parents opt for early
abortion in the case of an 'accidental' pregnancy,
since breaking these strict laws results in heavy fines
and prison sentences for both parents.
The only alternative to suffering punishment is to hand
over the child for various scientific projects, which
would release the parents of any responsibility. For a
first offence, that is. Execution by lethal injection
has been reintroduced for an unthinkable second
infraction. The value of life for anyone other than the
privileged elite has diminished to the point that it
can be sacrificed in the so-called best interests of
the human race.
Faced with possible extinction, as time passes, more
extreme measures had to be taken to ensure the survival
of the human race. A vast number of ordinary people are
being sent by space vessel to several outlying planets
only recently discovered, situated in far flung corners
of the known galaxies. In the very beginning it was the
smartest that human kind had to offer that were
selected to go, in order to set up colonies. Now the
major selection of pioneers is done by lottery and
voluntary choice.
We are no longer concerned with the exodus of a handful
of people, but many millions of families and single
people of all ages and races, who will be the last hope
for the survival of the human race. The scale of this
desperate pilgrimage is at first mind-boggling and will
have to be carried out over half a century. The vessels
which carry them are the size of cities, and capable of
sustaining life for many years, the time necessary to
travel unimaginable distances measured in many light
years.
In short, with the extinction of life on Earth
potentially imminent, these many pioneers, or pilgrims
as they became known, may be the only hope of survival
somewhere else.
My name is Reema. I was one of those pilgrims, and this
is my story.
I was an 'oops' baby for my parents. I have two
siblings, my brother Dillon was sixteen and my older
sister Tanya was twenty when I came along. Because I
was a late, unwanted child, effectively I was turned
over to the authorities so that my parents could avoid
serious penalties. Once my education began I spent many
years in one boarding school or another. These schools
were really like glorified convents, even jails to me,
but it was deemed best for everyone that I should be
educated in the very strict fashion which was common in
boarding schools.
Along the way, the world situation became worse and
worse.
Just short of turning eighteen, at the end of my
statutory education period, according to law like
everyone else, I had to go through what was known as
'placement testing'. At the end of an extremely
stressful series of physical and mental examinations, a
suitable future direction would be decided for each
young man or woman, according to their background,
their aptitudes, their IQ, character and personality,
as well as their physical condition.
We students had no influence over the choice which was
made for us, whether to be teachers, trainee
scientists, functionaries, or whatever the results of
the testing showed, or whatever the government decided
was appropriate for us. The Principal was god, in this
respect, and his recommendations were usually followed
without question.
I was called to the Principal's office with four of my
co-students – Tamara, Vanessa, Mica and Andréa, and we
were told that we would have the 'honor' of joining one
of the many space pilgrimages imminently being planned.
The destination was a planet known as Alpha Seven,
where a new colony was already being established.
There was to follow six months of intensive training on
how to contend with life during our long voyage and
later, on Alpha Seven. As well as far-reaching
instruction concerning daily life and conditions on
board the enormous space vessel and on Alpha Seven, our
personal training would consist of such stimulating
subjects as food preserving, herbal medicines,
gardening, crop cultivation management, medicine and
even midwifery. The latter was the case, even though at
this stage we had no clear ideas about how babies were
conceived.
Mechanical and electronic maintenance of many types of
high performance vehicles and machinery of all kinds
were an important part of our instruction too.
At school, we had had no tutoring on sex and related
subjects. With the girls who shared rooms, I had
discussed the changes we all felt happening in our
bodies from as early as age twelve onwards, and talked
about the new strange, intimate feelings we had started
to experience. Having menstrual periods was explained
to us by our tutors in a very simple way, as being a
natural way for us to know it would soon be time for us
to take our places in society and become good wives and
servants as expected. My friends and I had explored our
bodies in many curious and pleasurable ways.
I was the only one who had actually seen a man's
'thingy', since I had a father and a brother who were
not too discreet around the house. Once, on one of my
very few visits home I'd even seen my brother's
'thingy' standing up really long and hard looking, and
bouncing up and down, as he ran naked from the bathroom
to his bedroom. It looked as though it might hurt him,
all swollen up like that. It appeared red and angry,
and the head looked shiny wet sort of, but my brother's
face showed no sign of suffering, even though I could
tell he was embarrassed at being seen like that.
Just before he ran into his room, he clasped this
'thingy' it in his hand, and I could see that it was
extremely long and thin, with a bulbous end which
extended beyond his fist. My one and only sighting of
this erect, strange but kind of pretty object, sticking
out between my brother's thighs, made me very curious
about boys.
At school, all boarders' rooms had full-wall computers
with voice control, and despite the blockage on non-
approved viewing sites, we had managed to access and
download some supplementary information, including some
pretty explicit images of men. Not knowing the
terminology, not knowing enough about what to look for,
we were handicapped in our research, but we got enough
to satisfy our curiosity about what 'thingies' looked
like in various conditions, and to learn that
'thingies' were properly called penises. But we never
got to explain what men did with them except peeing.
We knew it had something to do with a woman getting
pregnant however; and we did know, that we got very
excited indeed about what we found, and this eventually
led us to more and more curious exploration of our
teenage bodies.
None of us that I know of managed to achieve an orgasm,
but looking back, I think I came close one night, as I
was rubbing my trembling pussy lips under the bed
sheets. My head was filled with vague images of erect
'thingies', all colors, shapes and all sizes, and the
pleasure was really lovely. Instinctively, I tweaked my
nipples and it felt so good when they swelled up and
went hard under my fingers.
The pleasure was starting to spread, and before long I
was sliding my fingers into my moist pussy. I felt a
sharp little pain which didn't bother me too much; then
I was enjoying the lovely stimulation that the
fingering produced in my body and in my brain. Later I
found a tiny blood stain on my fingers, but I didn't
worry about it, and it certainly didn't stop me
following my naughty instincts.
I didn't even know the words 'climax' or 'orgasm', but
the feelings were so good, that I carried on doing what
pleased me most, almost every night. My room mates were
the first to know, after I almost unexpectedly
discovered that first time what fun it was to finger
myself deep inside. Then we all joined in the practice,
sometimes playing with ourselves for hours as we lay in
bed after lights out.
But nevertheless, our ideas were cloudy on how to
conceive a child, and search as we did on internet, we
did not manage to fill in the gaps in our sexual
knowledge. Information seemed totally blocked to us. At
the onset of puberty we had started learning
immediately about the population problems facing
mankind. It was clear to us later that the realms of
pregnancy and motherhood, therefore, were not on the
agenda for us as individuals if we stayed here on
Earth.
We had no idea how to conceive a child other than that
it did require some sort of co-operation between a man
and woman. But during our inter-galactic adventure, we
would be expected to learn how to deliver a child, or
rather assist a doctor in doing so, on Alpha Seven.
There was already a carefully controlled birth program
in the new colony, but later, the survival of the human
race would depend on future births. At first, we did
not appreciate the role we were to play in that
program. The more we learned, the more we realized that
we were lacking in more than just education, and this
absence of detail began to seriously concern me and my
school friends.
Our families had agreed to let us make this journey. We
really had no choice as the government has absolute
power over our lives, our parents having given us up
into their control. In truth, most of them would
probably be glad to see us go. All five of us were from
well-to-do families and had been educated as any young
girl of our standing in society.
We had been taught all that we need to know to start
our lives., and the school had kept us in a very
secluded and protective environment having very little
contact with the opposite sex; so we would remain 'pure
and virtuous' in mind and body for our future husbands;
this was expected in our society. But beyond that, we
were looking into unknown territory from afar.
During the training it was explained to us that it
would take ten years at the speed of light to make the
journey to Alpha Seven, but we would be asleep for long
periods in a state of artificially induced hibernation,
just as the majority of the other crew and passengers
would be. The good news was that, when we eventually
woke up, we would be exactly the same age as when we
slipped into extended sleep.
During the waking periods, we would have special work
to do but it wasn't yet clear what kind of work that
would be. Upon reaching the new colony, we would choose
husbands from among the settlers there. Or rather, they
would choose us.
Our schooling had included cookery, sewing and
needlepoint so that we could properly adorn young
children. Reading the classics, poetry, and necessary
basic minor studies to assist us if we were chosen to
be a nanny or what was referred to obliquely as a
'breeding mother', and we were also taught the
necessary skills to be able to properly run a
household. Outdoor physical work was not ruled out, so
we had instruction on how to prepare ourselves for that
too.
However, what worried us most was that we might one day
be wives, but no-one took the trouble to tell us
exactly and in detail what being a wife entailed.
The day of our departure arrived all too soon just
after my 18th birthday. We were taken to the space
vessel, all of us nervous, excited, scared, and quite
uncertain of what to expect. As it turned out the first
days on board were not so bad, because the entire ship
was so busy in preparation. No-one paid me or the other
girls any attention. There was too much going on. The
vessel, by no means the largest of its kind would
easily carry 50,000 passengers and all the necessities
to take us all the way to Alpha Seven and join the new
colony.
The passengers came from all walks of life and had
agreed to join this adventure for many different and
varied reasons. Or they had been chosen to go, like us.
The only requirements were they had to go exactly where
the government decided to send them and that they must
meet the health checks, both mental and physical. The
pre-takeoff training dealt with the rest, to ensure
that each person selected was well prepared.
From the start, the government had been running into
problems getting enough people interested in
volunteering for such an uncertain life on another
planet; after all it wasn't like crossing the Atlantic
had been for European immigrants in the nineteenth
century. So they had set up a worldwide compulsory
education program and then a lottery system for
choosing the candidates, whether volunteers or
conscripts like us.
Another problem was that volunteer men outnumbered
women on average 10 to 1. Which was why female school
leavers like us had been recruited by obligation,
subject only to our being suitable and passing the
required testing.
I didn't know that after these first days I wouldn't be
seeing the girls I came with again. We were assigned
our quarters and room mates by chance, it seemed.
Little did I know that my new traveling companion and I
had already been selected for someone's pleasure.
But there were many other things we hadn't been told, a
hundred and one little pieces of information which had
not been explained to us along the way, and which we
would gather slowly by our own resources.
Lift-off was three days after we arrived on board, and
happened while we were asleep for an extended period of
24 hours. It was considered easier for us to be
unconscious, as although the first few thousand
kilometers would be at an intolerable speed, the thrust
of power needed to launch such a massive vessel the
size of a small city out of the Earth's stratosphere
and hurl it up to the speed of light was almost
unimaginable; the effect on the human body was
dramatic.
By sleeping flat, strapped to our beds and under
sedation, the distortions of our bodies resulting from
the pull of gravity during take-off and later were
eased. I didn't feel too bad when I awoke, only some
slight nausea. But my new companion, Ammie, and many
others I saw later were seriously ill. We both managed
to fall out of bed though, when our safety strapping
was loosened by remote control and we tried to get up
too quickly.
My room mate, Ammie, was very pretty, but we were
complete opposites. She was a little 5'2 girl, with
pixie cut blond hair, green eyes and a dimple in her
right cheek when she smiled. She was all of 100 lbs.
with a cute little butt. Her flat chest (which actually
looked like small buds) and her lack of stature made
her look more like 9 or 10 years old. Ammie was a
little shy at first, but smiled easily and we hit it
off immediately. She told me she was 18 and had been an
accomplished gymnast at school.
I guessed, and she agreed, that her gymnast days were
over now, and it wasn't until some time later, on
exploring the ship in our spare time, that we
discovered a recreation area. I was not into indoor
physical activities much and would do almost anything
to get out of gym class. I always loved the outdoors
though and gardening. Ammie said we could help each
other on the trip, as she was the opposite and loved to
spend her time exercising.
I am 5'9 and 150lbs. long dark chocolate brown hair
down almost to my butt. Sparkling blue eyes that laugh
easily, too easily I am told. My best features I
believe are my long legs and large bust. I do not like
my nipples, which are fat and they show excessively
through my clothing, which makes me sometimes
embarrassed. I confided to Ammie that I didn't think I
looked that bad except for my hips which were much too
wide. They made my butt look fat. She laughed and said
how she wished she had hips and tits as full as mine.
Like me, Ammie had had no sex education having been
born into a house of all women, her father being gone
most of the time with work. We started quizzing each
other about what we knew and didn't know about boys and
men. She was in shock when I told her about seeing my
brother's 'thingy' and had a lot of questions for me as
she had never seen one, even in a picture.
Finally, we realized we had a lot to learn, and
wondered frankly how we might start learning. I had
always been told I would have trouble finding a husband
because I spent entirely too much time with my books.
As one of my teachers put it: "No man wants an overly
smart wife; you would do better to spend more time on
your other studies young lady as they will serve you
much better." I was too opinionated when there were
boys around – that is, whenever we did occasionally
have any contact with them.
The first week, Ammie and I spent all our time talking,
as young girls will about our adventure. what the man
whom we would marry might look like, how it would be to
live and raise a family on another planet, and what
other things could and might happen to us and the rest
of the girls on this our greatest journey.
The second week began with a man coming to talk to us,
a Mr. Jason, who was not an officer, but a senior
supervisor and responsible for all of the girls of our
calling. He seemed a surly type, who didn't smile much,
but I found him very good looking and was very
impressed by his physical presence. He had a big,
strong body and was well over 6 feet tall. He informed
both Ammie and me that we would be 'working our way' to
our new home. It took us a while to understand exactly
what he meant by that, but we finally caught on.
As Mr Jason started telling us what was expected of us,
and the truth of our role on board was revealed to us
in detail, I think we both went into shock.
He said that Ammie and I would be expected to give oral
sex to the crewmen.
Mr Jason's description of 'oral sex' was simple and
explicit, and at first the whole idea of having a man's
'thingy' in our mouth disgusted both Ammie and me; the
very idea of taking the object they peed with in our
mouth seemed abhorent. Yuck! Especially me, as I had
seen pictures of them and even a real one in a swollen
state, and it was hard to imagine how we would be able
to accommodate such dimensions in our young mouths.
Seeing my own brother's confirmed to me personally the
difficulty of the task ahead. But it gave me a funny
feeling to think about it, like pleasant butterflies in
my stomach.
The statistics were also frightening. There were 700
crew members and 250 officers, who would rotate in
shifts during our journey, between induced deep sleep
periods and space vessel control working stints. The
majority of the crew men were single, or at least had
no companions on board. The officers had their own
wives or special women, or boys to serve them.
We would be working three days on and two days off,
hours depending on demand from the men we were to
service, for a period of three months; then we would be
transferred to the sleeping quarters for a deep sleep
of three months.
So that we would still be good 'marriage material' for
our future husbands, we learned that we would only be
expected to perform manual or oral sex, no more. And to
ensure that this rule was respected, any time we were
outside of our room or 'working our way' we would wear
a sort of chastity belt. Mr. Jason showed us an example
of such a thing. It looked like a wide belt made of a
very soft type of new metallic material, and was to be
worn underneath our standard-issue, two piece tunic. It
would have to be fastened around our waist and it would
pass down underneath to cover our pussies and our
asses, so that no access, and no penetration was
possible in those orifices.
Mr. Jason explained that each of these chastity
garments was electronically coded to our cabin and
could not be removed whist we were outside of it,
except by use of a special scanner which only the
officers and certain trusted personnel had access to.
We couldn't even pee, unless we were in our own cabins!
Only if we moved up to serving the officer ranks, would
we be allowed to indulge in anything more than oral
sex, and this we would have to 'earn' by being very,
very good at pleasing the crewmen first. If Mr. Jason
deemed us superior in our performances, we could move
up but he would need high quality reports from the
crew, and we would have to impress Mr. Jason himself
finally. Both Ammie and I were pretty uncertain as to
how much of an honor this could be, and doubted if we
even wanted such a thing. We'd have to wait and see.
Under questioning, Mr. Jason finally made us understand
that moving up meant the removal of our chastity belts
for selected officers, and intimate penetration of
quite a different sort.
Both Ammie and I were now in totally astounded. We had
been told that we were to remain virtuous and pure for
our future husbands on Alpha Seven, but at the same
time we were expected to become adept at oral sex, in
the best interests of the male crew members. The only
thing that would ensure that we remained 'pure' to any
degree was to retain our chastity belts and stay at the
oral pleasure level of competence. But we knew there
would be pressure on us to attain a high competence in
pleasing the men on board. That could only result in
our being promoted, where we would indulge in much more
than oral sex and we risk become totally unsuitable for
marriage when the time came.
The full picture was now becoming clear. We were to be
nothing but sex toys during waking hours, for the
duration of this long space journey.
But we still hoped, naïvely that we could be good wives
and mothers when we reached are new homes on Alpha
Seven; we had been fully trained, and maybe our future
husbands would have no idea what had been expected of
us on the journey. If this was not the case, there was
no hope for us of leading an ordinary domestic life of
the kind we had imagined for the last few years.
It didn't take long for us to be put to work.
That same afternoon, the Doctor or 'Doc' as we were
told to call him sent for us to instruct both Ammie and
myself on how to fit properly and use our virginity
'protection'. After handing the chastity belts over to
us both, he then told us the trick to lock it in place.
Ammie was given hers first and told to put it on. Once
Doc was satisfied that she was properly fitted with her
belt, the stern Mr. Jason left with Ammie and I went
back to our quarters.
Ammie came back about 45 minutes later crying badly,
pale and in shock. She was crying so hard and so upset
I couldn't understand much of what she was saying, but
I managed to get the picture of what she had had to
suffer on her very first day of duty. She said Mr.
Jason forced his 'thingy' into her mouth and had made
her suck it; the brute had nearly choked her with it;
Then his big 'thingy' had spit out some foul tasting
stuff right into her throat, which she had been obliged
to try and swallow. She thought at first he was peeing
into her mouth, but realized it was not like pee, it
was a thicker and kind of slippery stuff that he had
ejected. Some of it had splashed onto her face and
tunic.
She didn't like the taste at all, and swore there was
no way that she would do anything like that again; if
that was her future, she preferred to die rather than
go to Alpha Seven. How disgusting, surely Mr. Jason was
some sort of weirdo? Not all men really wanted that,
did they? Why her?
Neither of us slept much that night; Ammie spent most
of the time crying, and after comforting her for a long
time I was left lying awake, trying to imagine what was
really expected of me in the immediate and long term
future. I was in a way terrified of what was to come,
even though I felt more than a little twitch of
excitement and curiosity as my adventurous nature began
kicking in, and as I started thinking about getting my
mouth around such impressive organs...
The next day it was my turn to find out. Mr. Jason came
for me in the morning, and by this time I was scared
half to death and at the same time over-excited by the
anticipation of what was to happen to me, and by the
workings of my active imagination. Is it possible for
someone to die from fright, I wondered?
"Come with me Reema," was his curt command. I did as I
was told, and followed Mr. Jason all the way to his
cabin.
When we got to Mr. Jason's cabin, he told me to relax,
that he would try to make this first time easy for me
and that I might even enjoy it. I was torn between
thinking this was impossible, after what poor Ammie had
told me, and the delightful fluttering in my stomach
brought on by the anticipation of discovering new
things. How could I be so excited, after listening to
Ammie's disgusted reaction to her first bout of giving
oral sex? How could I not be?
Mr. Jason then told me that I had to undress him. This
made my heart beat fast. I had never even thought about
undressing a man before - well maybe just a little but
only in a very general way; and I had never seen a man
naked except my brother – once, and only for a few
seconds.
But Mr. Jason was the ultimate authority over me for
the time being, and I had to obey his orders. My
submissive nature kicked in. At least I knew where to
start. Standing before him, I shyly started to unclasp
his one-piece tunic and something funny happened. As I
fumbled and shyly began to undo the small metal clasps,
my fingers brushed his hairy chest and I could feel his
warm breath on my face, his heart beating against my
fingers, smell his unique odor. Suddenly my nipples
started to tingle, getting even bigger and harder than
normal under my tunic also a dampness and ache between
my legs. I had only felt this way in my bed and usually
alone; what was going on now? I was scared that Mr.
Jason might get mad at me for acting this way. My
breath was coming in shallow gasps, almost in rhythm
now with his.
It was time to undo him lower. My hands were shaking so
that I had trouble undoing his belt to descend lower. A
Chinese puzzle couldn't have given me more trouble.
Finally, I reached the bottom of the clasps below his
waist, as I did, the back of my hand brushed against
something really solid bulging below, underneath the
lower part of his tunic, and I felt it lurched suddenly
against my wrist.
Mr. Jason gasped impatiently, and then kicked off his
shoes. He shrugged the tunic, so it fell to his feet,
and then kicked it off into a corner, and he stood
there in just his underwear. He was tall and well
built, with a very strong upper body and thick arms.
His legs too, were those of an athlete, and he had
black hair everywhere. He was kind of staring down at
me with a hard, strange look in his eyes; they were
sort of intense, sparkling. My heart was really
thumping now in my chest, and I could feel my nipples
distended and tingling under my tunic; secretly, the
feelings making me almost want to strip down with him
there and then.
Feeling this strange but nice sensation coming over me,
I hesitated too long, and Mr. Jason snapped: "Come on,
little girl, finish undressing me, and quickly. I'm in
a hurry to get my rocks off."
I didn't understand this last expression. But I looked
down and could now see clearly the bulge of his
'thingy' almost bursting out of his underpants and
there was a wet spot showing through as well. Eyes wide
now, I reached my hands towards the band of his
underpants and timidly pulled them down. Suddenly his
'thingy' jumped out and sprung up at me, long and
rigid. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't take my
eyes off it. I had never dreamed of seeing a man's
unmentionables up close like this, and I was getting
very excited.
As innocent and timid as I was I had a desire within me
that I could not explain, to gaze closer at Mr. Jason's
'thingy'. It was about 7 inches long and about as thick
as my two thumbs put together. The whole of it was
throbbing and twitching around; the loose skin covering
it was starting to slide back, revealing angry red
flesh underneath. The end part was slightly thicker and
bulbous, and right on the tip I could see an open slit
which was weeping some sort of clear substance. Blue
veins were bulging along its length. Underneath, I saw
two spheres in their fleshy sac, which I recognized as
the testicles I had seen in those illicit images I had
obtained from internet.
My eyes took all this in for a few seconds, but I
hesitated too long again, and Mr. Jason took my hand
and placed it on his 'thingy', maneuvering my fingers
so that they were around the length of it and the
swollen end was in my palm. As I took this curious
object in my hand for the very first time, I was really
embarrassed and a little frightened, but nevertheless
totally fascinated. It was hard but soft at the same
time, it felt hot and sort of spongy. I could feel the
veins under my fingers.
I moved my hand just a little, meaning to squeeze it
ever so lightly and feel its texture out of curiosity.
When it suddenly pulsed in my hand, I jumped and pulled
back, letting it go. It remained sticking up and waving
at me, in what I thought was a comical way. My interest
was now rising with every second. I was drawn to it.
Then Mr. Jason reached out and I thought he was going
to hit me. But he placed his hands on my shoulders none
too gently and pressed down, telling me to get on my
knees. I submitted and did as I was told, and now his
'thingy' was sticking out right in front of my face. I
could see that more of this clear liquid was running
from the slit at the end and dripping off. He wrapped
his fingers around his own 'thingy' and started rubbing
it around my cheeks, where I felt the stuff wetting me.
It was warm and slippery. Then he placed the end of it
right against my mouth, wetting my closed lips.
"Open your mouth girl, and lick the head of my cock,"
was his command. Now I knew another word for this
wonderful object I was looking at and starting to
admire.
So I obeyed once again. I opened my mouth just a little
and stuck out my tongue. As I touched the underneath of
the bulging head of this object with the tip of my
tongue, Mr. Jason, without hesitation, grabbed my head
behind my neck. He pushed the whole head of his cock
into my mouth.
I was startled and pulled back a little, but Mr. Jason
held my head firmly and told me to suck. I wasn't sure
how he meant exactly, but I closed my lips over the
head of his cock and started sucking it like a
pacifier, with my tongue pressed up under the head of
it and pushing it up against the top of my mouth.
Immediately he began working it in and out of my mouth
in slow, steady strokes.
At first, only the head was coming in and out of my
lips but he kept pushing more and more of his rigid
appendage in each time he pressed forward. Before I
knew what was happening that thick, bulbous head was
pressing at the back of my throat and my nose was in
Mr. Jason's pubic hairs. I smelled his odor, and it
didn't seem at all unpleasant, but I was sure that I
was going to choke if he kept that up.
After a few minutes of sucking like this, I started to
gag and tried to pull away, but Mr. Jason kept his
strong hands on the back of my head and kept pushing
his entire cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the
same spot repeatedly and telling me to relax. I
couldn't relax, I was scared to death I wouldn't be
able to breath for long enough to survive the assault.
I struggled because I couldn't breathe. Mr. Jason
seemed to understand and pulled back a little, but
barely gave me a proper chance to gulp in some badly
needed air, before immediately pushing his cock back
deep into my mouth.
I didn't know when this would end but found that if I
opened my mouth as far as possible and relaxed my
throat muscles it wasn't so bad and I could just about
breathe through my nose. The last thing I wanted to do
was swallow his cock!
As Mr. Jason pumped in and out of my poor mouth, his
cock became more and more slippery from my abundant
saliva, which I couldn't even swallow. Now, on my
tongue I could taste something salty, which I assumed
was the clear stuff I had seen leaking from his cock
slit. It was not a disagreeable taste, I thought.
Then Mr. Jason let go of my head and I was on my own,
in control of the cock sucking process. He reached down
with both hands and started massaging my large breasts,
pinching my big swollen nipples, which had been really
hard right from the start. I started feeling funny,
hot, and unsettled, and there was a warm wetness in
between my thighs. Here I was, dribbling just like I
did when I played with myself alone in my bed, and I
was afraid the juice I was producing would come leaking
through and show a stain on the outside of my tunic. I
began to tremble, panic, but despite that the feeling
of excitement wouldn't go away.
Soon, Mr. Jason was pulling and twisting my nipples and
moving his cock faster and faster in and out of my
mouth. It seemed to grow thicker and harder all the
time, and I tried to stay relaxed, hoping that this
would soon end so that I could breathe properly again.
Then he grabbed my hand and brought it up to my chin
level and placed it on his testicles underneath his
cock. I cradled them in my fingers and squeezed feeling
and enjoying the heavy, hairy softness of them. They
were really pretty little spheres, and felt warm in my
hand.
Then he was talking to me: "Oh yeah that's it... come
on yeah... Suck my cock, suck it whore... harder! Oh,
that's it, work your tongue... scratch my balls with
your fingernails, bitch. Swallow this stiff cock."
Now I knew another word for testicles, I thought. Oddly
enough, they did seem a bit like tiny tennis 'balls',
soft and velvety and sort of squiggly.
Suddenly I felt Mr. Jason's lower body start to
tremble. He stiffened up and pushed his 'thingy' which
he called his 'cock' hard into my throat as far as he
could and held it there. It started to twitch and jerk,
and I felt an immense discharge of some sort of hot
liquid hit the back of my throat. There was so much of
it, it made me choke and gag, and I was obliged to try
and swallow it all for fear of it cutting off my air
completely and drowning. But just like that clear stuff
earlier, it tasted creamy and salty, and not in the
least unpleasant.
High panic had set in but I was saved, when Mr. Jason
wrenched his enormous, now pulsating member out of my
mouth at last.
His fist closed around his cock before my face and I
watched wide eyed and fascinated as he began to rub it
fast and furiously, making it squirt what I now saw was
thick, whitish, gooey fluid onto my face. Some of it
sprayed onto my breasts.
All the time he was gasping, mumbling: "Yeah! Frost
those sweet tits with all my cum. Damn, so hot."
When there were no more jets of stuff, which I now knew
was called 'cum' oozing out of his cock eye, he started
rubbing his cock into my tits, all the time squeezing
the head of it and telling me: "Damn, does that feel
good!"
Now, I could feel that my pussy lips were really
dripping juice, and I had the most pleasing sensations
in my groin. And I hadn't even touched myself! It was
lovely, I thought.
Clearly from his behavior, I'd done a good job pleasing
Mr. Jason, and I had also discovered a new wild
dimension of personal and intimate pleasure between my
legs, even if old Mr. Jason didn't know anything about
it. I couldn't help but think yuck what a mess, but
still, it did feel good.
Finally, he stopped grunting and thrashing his cock
about. He grabbed a towel from his bed and threw it to
me, and whilst he pulled on his clothes, I cleaned all
the mess from my face and breasts. He had calmed down a
lot now, and spent some time talking to me as we sat
together on his bed. He told me I hadn't done badly for
my very first time but, there was still plenty of room
for improvement.
"In time, you will learn many things, including some of
the erotic terms and behavior that are to be used
during these activities. But on the basis of your
debutant performance, you will no doubt get plenty of
practice."
Mr. Jason then went on to explain to me a few more
terms and what they meant. During the next half hour or
so, I very quickly increased my sexual vocabulary. I
didn't know quite why, but I found myself oddly looking
forward to the prospect of more training. I was still
wet between my legs and longing to pleasure myself with
my fingers. I couldn't dare do it here, in front of Mr.
Jason, but wanted to get back to my cabin as quickly as
possible.
He told me: "My position and rank on this vessel make
me a good judge of these things, and I think you will
be one of those talented girls to move up fairly
quickly. You're pretty and you have a great ass and
tits, which most men like. At least, those who don't go
for boys or ones like your friend Ammie who has no
tits. You're ideal. You're already an enthusiastic
bitch, too; you do exactly as you're told without
question, and I can see you enjoy what you just did, by
the wet cunt-juice patch between your legs."
I'd just learned another term: cunt-juice.
I blushed, a little ashamed that my wet patch had been
spotted down there between my thighs, but then he
added: "Maybe I should introduce you to some of the
officers' women on board, to teach them a little bit of
enthusiasm and discipline!" He was smiling broadly at
me for the very first time, and I felt kind of proud
inwardly.
I didn't know what to say back to him, but when he
finished talking, I was dismissed and returned to my
cabin.
When I entered the cabin, Ammie asked if I was okay. I
told her I was fine, just a little shaken up but fine.
We talked about what Mr. Jason had "made" me do and I
told her the new sexual terms and expressions he had
told me about, and their explanation. I kept some
things to myself. She wanted to talk longer, but I told
her I was tired and laid down to think about what had
just happened. Was he right? Was this what I wanted,
and did I want to move up to the next level? Exactly,
what was the next level? I was curious, and in a really
wicked state of high excitement down between my legs,
which wouldn't go away.
Thinking and talking about it all resolved nothing, so
I undressed completely, and without showering, I crept
under my covers. Then and there I secretly started
rubbing my pussy lips, which were still throbbing and
sopping wet from the exciting activity earlier. I could
still taste Mr. Jason's cum in my mouth, even smell his
body odor. This time, the sensual pleasure I got from
rubbing myself reached new heights of intensity, and I
wanted it to go on forever.
I pushed a finger, then two fingers, past my fine pubic
hairs, through my pussy lips, which were well
lubricated. I shoved them as deep inside as I could and
rubbed furiously, but as quietly as I could, so as not
to attract Ammies' attention. But I couldn't help
fidgeting a lot, my heart was beating fast, and I was
gasping as my fingers raised my pleasure level higher
and higher. Now I was afraid Ammie would hear me, so I
battled to stay quiet.
As I rammed my fingers in and out like this, the back
of my thumb by chance brushed against a spot just above
my pussy lips; the faintest touch made me jump with
pleasure, so I did it again, deliberately, several
times. It was so nice; I kept a constant pressure on
this same spot, which now became a small swelling, with
the heel of my thumb for a few minutes.
My cunt-juices flowed freely onto my fingers, adding a
lot of lubricant. Suddenly, I felt a trembling begin
all around my lower belly and the inside of my pussy,
even around to my ass, and something that felt like a
big sneeze coming on, but inside my pussy. Fearful of
what was happening to me, I stopped rubbing just as the
'sneeze' feeling became acute.
I paused for a moment, and tried to slow my rapid
breathing so that Ammie wouldn't hear me. I was afraid
my bed would make a noise, too. But the need wouldn't
go away. I couldn't resist starting again; the pleasure
was too much, and I wanted to know where it was
leading, where it would end.
I didn't know yet, but I was close to having what was
called an orgasm.
I slipped my fingers back inside my hole again, began
to pump them in and out like before, and now took up
the pressure on my little external button with a finger
of my other hand. I was in paradise, it seemed, and
after very little time, it happened. My whole body went
kind of numb for a few seconds, then I had the most
incredible reverberations of intense pleasure all
around my little button, inside my pussy and everywhere
down there. The feeling shot clear into my nipples
which were so hard they ached and tingled at the same
time.
I couldn't believe that so much pleasure was possible,
just by fingering myself in this way. Now, there was
nothing I could do, I was shaking all over and the bed
was making creaking noises. My pussy was contracting
rapidly inside, and I just couldn't stop myself from
letting out several loud gasps, I was powerless to do
anything except go with the pleasure I was
experiencing, and enjoy it to the full. To wait until
the shaking of my body slowed down and the trembling
stopped, until my breathing returned to normal again.
My first orgasm was probably the most memorable moment
of my life up to this point, and now that I knew how to
achieve it, I was resolved to do it again and again. It
would be a lot easier to get to that peak next time.
And the next.
The following morning, sitting up in bed, Ammie asked
me what on earth had been going on with me the previous
evening; she had heard strange noises coming over from
my bed, and was more than a little curious to know what
had been going on under my sheets, enough to make the
bed shake like that.
When I told her what I had done and experienced, she
was wide eyed and wanted to know exactly what I had
done and how it felt. I was over-excited, of course,
telling her about it, and as we were talking, I felt
the urge to do it all over again. I felt that familiar
wetness begin between my thighs, and start to dribble
onto my sheet, as I was still naked. But it was time to
start a new day; I had to resist temptation for the
time being and get into the shower before breakfast.
Later, I thought I could show Ammie what to do.
Over the next few months, Ammie and I really began our
education in earnest.
We soon got to know and understand techniques of oral
sex very well, and our sexual vocabulary was like a
completely new language to us. Poor Ammie had it rough
for the first couple few months, but despite her
initial vow never to do anything like it again after
the first time, she always obeyed orders and did
whatever she was told to do. She was able to settle in
nicely by deciding this work was 'just temporary'. Then
she got to like it somewhat.
Meanwhile, she started making plans for when she got to
her new home on Alpha Seven. She spent as much time as
possible in front of our full-wall computer, studying
the colony life and primitive conditions in general.
She made it clear that she was content to stay in the
rank she was in, until we arrived, and had no ambitions
to seek promotion.
On the other hand, I was thinking more and more about
what Mr. Jason had said to me about moving up, and I
must admit I found some of my experiences with the
other men very exciting indeed. I began to build a
reputation.
Most of the men we were ordered to go and service just
wanted us to suck their cocks without delay or
preliminaries, and to get it over quickly. So we had to
be ready to take their cocks into our mouths and suck
for all we were worth, as soon as we got into their
cabins. Mostly they were jerking their cocks before we
arrived, so they were ready to explode almost as soon
as we opened our mouths, and that made our job easier.
But some were different. One of the senior guys wanted
Ammie to call him 'Daddy' and put her hair in pigtails.
He would have liked her to dress in school uniform, but
the rules didn't allow her to remove her tunic. He said
things to her like 'what a good little girl you are'.
He would even give her suckers and other candy to munch
while he played with his own cock to get it up nice and
hard and ready. Then, when her mouth was all sticky
with candy, he made her lick and suck his cock, while
he pulled on her pigtails or smacked her ass and called
her a dirty little girl. Ammie told me he never hurt
her, it was just light smacks on her ass that made him
feel better.
Some of them liked to watch us as we serviced other
men; at different times there might be as many as half
a dozen men all in one room to watch and wait as Ammie,
or I sometimes both together serviced one of the men.
They might stand there just rubbing their cocks,
waiting patiently for their turns. Ammie thought this
was especially exciting the first time, and discovered
she enjoyed being watched while she serviced someone.
One crew man didn't want me to suck him at all he just
wanted to spank me. I didn't enjoy the spanking if it
went too far, but the fact that he was aggressive was
really stimulating to my submissive nature and I was
always sopping wet afterwards.
One of the men, Mathew, was a pee freak. He was due to
be promoted soon to an officer, and therefore one of
the few crew who had a scanner in his cabin which could
release us from our chastity belts. He called for us
both to attend to his needs, and said what he wanted.
At first, we hesitated, being unwilling to break rules
for fear of punishment. But eventually he convinced us
that locked there inside his cabin there was no risk of
being found out.
Mathew said that all he wanted to do was to listen to
us peeing from behind the bathroom door while he jerked
his cock and got himself erect for a blow job. The more
tinkling noises we could make with our fountains of
pee, the better. We were there to please, so we
submitted to his wishes, despite the fact that this was
slightly outside our official brief. We had to place
our trust in him to see that we didn't get into
trouble.
So he scanned our chastity belts to release the locks
and the two of us went into the bathroom, both of us
giggling. There, behind a closed door, we took off our
lower tunics and belts and, despite our inhibitions; we
managed to take it in turns to pee for the crew man's
aural pleasure. In order to make extra noise for him,
we half stood up and made loud splashings into the
toilet bowl with our jets of pee.
Later, our Mathew wanted us to go further, and let us
pee on his body. By now, we trusted him, and we hadn't
been caught, so we went along with his desires once
again. We couldn't imagine why this was so alluring to
Mathew; It was messy, but he loved it and it made him
ejaculate quickly.
On the particular days that Mathew planned a peeing
session and called for us, Ammie or I would drink extra
water and save it up in our bladder, trying not to go
to the bathroom for hours before the rendezvous. For
security, both Ammie and I had to be together if we
were not wearing our belts, so we had to be extra
daring and allow the man into the bathroom when one of
us undressed partly. On the first occasion, Ammie alone
took off her lower tunic and belt, and I remained fully
dressed.
We all got into the large shower cubicle together,
which was fun. It was also kind of comical at first.
Mathew sat on his ass, naked, on the shower basin with
his stiff cock pointing up in the air; I knelt down
between his legs, jerked him for a while, then bent
over and sucked his cock into my mouth. Ammie stayed
standing up, crouching over the excited crew man's
body, and pissed all over his neck and shoulders in a
huge fountain. By the time she released her jet of pee,
Ammie was in ecstasy herself, she was so relieved to be
emptying her bladder. It didn't matter where she was.
Mathew, too, was in his own seventh heaven as he
spurted his stuff very quickly into my waiting and
willing mouth.
Then we left him alone in the shower, to wash off,
while we both dressed and went back to our own cabin,
still giggling and now stinking of pee, to clean
ourselves up.
Several men, in fact most of them, enjoyed playing with
my titties, squeezing, biting and sucking them, and I
came to enjoy all of this because of how it made me
feel down below. If my breasts were played with
especially while I sucked cock, I got all hot and wet
between my legs. During this first waking and working
period, both Ammie and I had some really unusual, but
also some very agreeable experiences with the men.
One such man was David. When I got to his cabin he was
already naked and his magnificent cock was fully erect
and glistening wet on the end. But instead of having me
suck his waiting member immediately, he coaxed and
persuaded me with kind words to remove everything but
my chastity belt and lay down with him and press my
body against his, full length on his bed. He started
kissing my mouth, which hadn't happened to me before –
all that my mouth had been used for previously was
sucking cock and swallowing cum.
Then David was talking to me gently, in an affectionate
way, nibbling my neck and fondling my full, heavy
titties, kneading them like dough, pinching my nipples.
Soon, he started rubbing me with his fingers between my
legs over my chastity belt, telling me how hot I was
and how he knew what I needed. I felt those lovely
sensations on my pussy lips, just like I had alone in
my bed most evenings.
David wanted me to caress his body just about
everywhere, and I just made me all the wetter. I
attacked and sucked his cock, as I never had any his
wishes. I was totally submissive as usual. His body was
hairy and strong, and apart from a small belly paunch,
he was in good shape. I liked the smell and feel of his
body very much. I quickly became excited and wet
between my legs, and was afraid that David could feel
the wet patch through my belt on his searching fingers.
After a few minutes of kissing and fondling me
everywhere, David threw his leg over mine, climbed on
top of me and started rubbing his thick cock between my
legs against my belt, pumping back and forward, quite
hard but still gently and pleasantly. The thin material
didn't stop me from feeling the friction. I soon
started to whimper and squirm spontaneously with
pleasure as he told me to give it to him. Give him what
I had no idea yet. It felt so good to feel his firm
male body against mine. His hairy chest rubbing over my
nipples was almost painful and his long, rock hard tool
rubbing that most sensitive spot complied with my
thighs was amazing. I was breathing very fast.
Suddenly I started to buck up against David and at the
same time to gush cunt juices profusely. I had a good
idea what was happening and I wanted it to keep on
happening, so I pressed my body up against David's
masculine form, pressing my swollen clitty up against
his iron-hard cock, which was rubbing furiously against
me. I was now shaking all over; it seemed to go on
forever, and was much more intense than when I had come
the first time, all alone in my bed. I lay there
gratefully, enjoying the sensation and gasping under
the thrusts of David's firm body against mine, while
the orgasm reached its peak of intensity, and finally
began to fade away at last.
I realized that I had just had my first orgasm with
someone else. This time, I hadn't had to do any work
myself, it had just come like that, spontaneously, and
it was stunning.
David then had me turn around with my ass towards his
face and suck him. This between other before and oh,
what a sweet cock it was.
While I was sucking like crazy on his adorable cock, I
suddenly felt David's warm breath on my thighs, then
the pressure of what I guessed was his mouth against my
pussy lips. I gasped again, and realized he was sucking
my pussy lips, trying to suck in my juices through my
chastity belt, which wasn't exactly helping his
efforts.
I was loving all this attention, and if he had carried
on, I think I would have had another orgasm very
quickly. But it didn't take David long to start shaking
all over and shoot what seemed to be a gallon of hot
juice down my throat. At the same time, he pressed his
mouth hard against my pussy, as though trying to suck
and bite at the same time. I guess he must have been a
little frustrated by the material of my belt, but he
never said anything right then.
Afterwards, we lay and snuggled up to each other for a
bit, both of us too weak to move. I looked down between
my legs, and not only was my chastity belt wet sopping
with cunt-juices coming through the material, but I
noticed my clitty was now a noticeable small hard lump
just above my pussy lips. I realized that my excited
button had reacted more than ever to the pressure of
David's cock and then his mouth against it and made it
swell up to twice its usual size. I was beginning to
discover the real pleasures of being a sex slave now, I
thought.
David and I did manage to enjoy each other once more in
exactly the same way that evening, before he took me
back to my cabin. David was nice, because he was the
only one who didn't dismiss me after he had spurted
into my mouth, and he always accompanied me to my
quarters.
David was also the one who told me about Mr. Jason's
secret habits.
During a relaxed moment after one of our sex trysts,
David told me that the famous Mr Jason, who was in
overall charge of the girl and boy sex slaves, had
camera views to all crew quarters. Not one, but several
cameras were installed in each cabin, he said, and Mr.
Jason could therefore switch on at any time to see what
was happening in any single place, whenever he chose.
One of his immediate subordinates had related the tale,
he said.
I'd never even given a thought to this possibility, but
it seemed logical enough, that the man in charge should
be able to keep an eye on his team, so as to be able to
view their performances, as well as getting individual
reports from the crew men. However, David said that was
not all. Watching us while we worked was not the only
reason for Mr. Jason's use of the cameras.
In detail, David said that Mr. Jason was a man who
needed much, much more than the occasional blow job;
and because the girls were mostly fully occupied
servicing the crew, he could not normally get enough
sex each day. He needed to ejaculate several time a
day, each day, every day, and this was simply not
possible with the girls available. Since he had no
sexual interest in boys, therefore, he had to jerk off
in between girls' visits.
So old Mr Jason watched us pleasure the crew men on
camera, and jerked his own cock to his heart's content
while all this went on. He had camera shots from all
angles, aimed directly at the crew men's beds from
above and below and from the side. He missed nothing,
it seemed. Naturally, he couldn't watch every cabin at
the same time, but he was known to have several screens
lit up while he jerked away. He selected those which
excited him most, and kept the video recordings for
dull moments, David explained.
The only thing David wasn't sure about was whether
there were any cameras in the bathrooms, but he felt it
was highly likely. This got me wondering about our
pissing sessions with Mathew, where, technically we
might be in breach of rules then by taking off our
chastity belts. Having had no subsequent reaction
directly from Mr Jason, however, I decided he'd not
seen anything, or he'd not considered what we'd been up
to as punishable.
We carried on as before, and Ammie and I agreed that
being watched on camera added a little excitement to
our job. The idea of Mr Jason jerking his rod and
spraying his cum as he viewed our cock sucking
activities on camera was extra titillating for us both.
Little by little, I was learning how to please the
crewmen by doing more than just sucking cock. I didn't
know what more there was to being an officer's woman,
but if it meant more sexual pleasure of this kind and
maybe more new things, I had decided I wanted to find
out.
Then by chance, one day, I hit my head and ended up in
the infirmary, half conscious. I had been sucking a
crew man's cock, a man who was known for being a bit
too forceful with the girls and for that reason he
wasn't Ammie's favorite. He was kneeling on his bed
with his substantial and very hard organ sticking
straight up in the air, and I was kneeling opposite,
bending over to suck him, while he fondled my tits
underneath.
As I sensed the crew man getting near to coming, he
gave one huge thrust forward, pushing his long cock way
too hard into my throat - so hard that I lost my
balance and my whole body was pushed backwards, losing
my mouth grip on his cock entirely. It slipped out of
my mouth with a slurping noise, and I fell over the
edge of the bed, banging my head on the floor.
The crewman cursed, bounced after me and ejaculated all
over my face and tunic, rubbing his cock furiously
until all his juice was out, but I hardly noticed, I
was already half out.
So I ended up in the infirmary, not entirely with it
and covered in dried cum. There I met an attractive
older woman who was having a check-up; after we
introduced ourselves I found out that she was one of
the officers' women, so we started talking about what
it takes to become an officer's woman.
She told me the best advice she could give was that I
should make everything about me sexual, flirt and draw
attention to myself, to make the men see me as the
sexiest woman alive. Make the men want me more than
anyone else. She gave me a few suggestions as to how I
might do this, such as having a stud put in my tongue
in order to give greater frictional pleasure when I was
sucking cock.
Sucking and biting on a man's neck and nipples was also
a way of working the man up while I was jacking his
cock, she explained. How I smelled or how I wore my
hair, how I walked and wiggled my big butt was
important too, as well as giving everything I said a
special meaning, in order to tease and excite.
She also gave me tips on scratching and squeezing their
balls as they started to come, rubbing my breasts
against different parts of their body or wiggling my
ass around as they squeezed it. My tits could look
twice as big if I puffed up my chest while the men
squeezed and played with them.
She gave me another tip: if I wanted more pleasure for
myself, she said, I should shave my pussy and clitoris
totally, which would make them more sensitive when the
men pressed their fingers or their cocks against me.
After all, why should the men be the only ones to enjoy
themselves?
I soon got into practicing everything she had told me,
and a few things of my own, gradually honing my skills
and techniques. You name it and I tried it short of
losing my virginity. I learned how to walk and talk
seductively, and to do everything to tease and tempt
the men. I endeavored to make myself as sexy as
possible, so that the crew men would put themselves on
the list to call for me. The list soon became lengthy,
and I was enjoying my work more and more.
For months, I learned and practiced everything I could
to make myself ready to move up in status, even though
I still had no idea what would be ultimately expected
of me if I achieved this goal. I did know that the
decision would be Mr. Jason's alone, and that he would
make his choice, based on his extensive observations
and by getting detailed reports, asking different men
how happy they were with us and how we responded to
them. And there would be a final test with Mr. Jason.
Ammie and I had learned, from talking around, that few
of the girls and boys tested passed to the next level
first time tested, but it did happen. I was determined
that I would be one of those who succeeded first time.
Finally I thought I was ready but it would have to
wait...
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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