Chapter 10.
Debbie hadn’t expected to play such an important part in the work John was doing. She had a special lab she worked in (and had her own desk like the other scientists) and when she wasn’t what John called “in process” she wore a white lab coat.
The main lab was a room she hadn’t been in before, large with a raised wood platform in the center surrounded by chairs and equipment. There were large screens on the four walls which she supposed showed, sometimes, activities on the raised platform. When she was on the platform in process she had been too busy to notice what was on the screens.
Two of the twenty girls, Sally and Neem, had been selected as primes and they were her constant companions. They wore special white smocks with large red number one embroidered on the sole pocket over their left breast along with their name. The eighteen other girls wore simple gray smocks with no identification.
The girls had relaxed after the first day which mainly consisted of Debbie and the others in lab coats asking each questions from a prepared list created by John. She thought the questions were silly since they didn’t have anything to do with sex at all.
In process was an interesting experience, sort of fun because of all the men, but strangely controlled. Only one at a time and she had to provide a constant description of what she felt as the men did things to her. That certainly cut down on the orgasms, but John explained this was important and she was willing to make the sacrifice.
Everyone was in the room when the first in process session was held that evening after all the questions, with all the girls, the scientists and Nancy, and she and her current sexual partner, along with volunteers from a local army base.
Later in process sessions were held with less clinical austerity. Just the two prime girls attended, John and Nancy and an assistant, Debbie of course on center stage, and large groups of men without interruption. For these instances the girls were the ones who explained and described what was happening to her. It was funny listening to them when she wasn’t too busy to pay attention.
It was funny, too, the way the men reacted seeing the girls watching them and having to perform with her. The girls were uncannily beautiful, they still made her catch her breath when she saw them. It was hard not to stare.
She got to do the big O for them and lay on the foam pad on the platform afterwards listening to them.
“Why do you think this is so important?” Nancy was asking.
No one spoke for a moment.
“How did watching this make you feel?” John said.
“Squirmy.” That was Sally. She had a higher pitched voice than Neem.
“And you, Neem?”
“I didn’t want them to hurt her.” She paused. “Anxious.”
“That’s good,” John said. To Nancy, “They’re processing a lot of information at this stage. Emotions are easier to express.”
“I see,” Nancy said. “I was amazed she could enter such a receptive state for total pleasure. Any touch resulted in an orgasm. She was in a state of total and continual orgasm for what? Three hours. That was amazing to watch. I’m a little envious.”
“Sally, did you ever fantasize about something like this?” John asked.
“Yes, but not like this.”
“How?”
She giggled. “The football team in the locker room.”
“But you never did anything like that.”
“No way.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not a taker or pumper. I don’t know, well, you know. I would have gotten a reputation. My friends wouldn’t have liked me.”
“You like Debbie, don’t you?”
“She’s nice. Maybe a bit too much into men.” She giggled again. “Maybe I can see why.”
“And you, Neem?”
“Fantasies? Of course. I read The Story of O last year. I’m interested in how Debbie can submit so completely but it’s on her own, not as someone’s slave.”
“Good comment. She’s doing this on her own, but with our help, Dev’s and my help. Tomorrow you and Debbie, you too Neem but separately, will talk about this while watching the video of today’s session. Later today you’ll be seeing Dev and he will begin a set of medical procedures. You’ll be under anesthesia for only a short time for each and not deeply. But before we leave, if either of you would like to have sex now we have a pool of men you can choose from. If you want to indulge your fantasies, more than one. It’s okay if you’re not interested at this moment and perfectly okay if you are interested.”
Both girls remained quiet, except for Sally’s giggles.
“Perfectly okay not to do anything.”
“May I say something here?” Nancy’s chair moved and Debbie heard her step onto the platform. “Hello, Debbie.”
“Hi, Nancy.” She smiled up to the woman standing over her.
“Debbie and I went to school together, didn’t we, Debbie?”
“You remembered.”
“Of course I remembered. You look happy, Debbie.”
“I feel great. I like the big O. Can I do another? I’ve rested enough.”
“That’s up to John. Here’s a question. When you were sixteen, didn’t you feel a little sorry for the taken?”
“I did, Nancy.”
“If you had to choose now between being like you were, being taken, or being like you are now, which would you choose?”
“Like I am now. I’m having a blast. I never knew sex could be so much fun.”
“What about the taken, do you still feel a little sorry for them now?”
“I do, Nancy. I don’t think they enjoy things as much as I do. I like everything. There’s nothing worse than seeing a taker who’s been fucked up the ass. They don’t like it at all. I get so much pleasure.”
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
“God, yes, I’m a slut.” Her fingers found her wet cunt. “How many did I just fuck?”
“John?”
“Let me see. The last session was forty-five, Debbie.”
“It feels like it. I’m swimming in semen.” She licked her fingers. “Yummm.”
“Debbie?”
“Yes, Nancy.”
“How would you like a new tattoo?”
Her fingers were back in her cunt. “I’d love a new tattoo.”
“We’re going to tattoo SLUT on your chest. Everyone will know you’re a slut. Won’t they, John? Everyone will know our Debbie is one of the pretty girl sluts.”
Debbie had an orgasm, continued pumping her fingers. Her wet cunt was making squishy sounds. “I really need to fuck someone, Nancy.”
“I think that can be arranged. We’re done with Debbie for the time being, aren’t we?”
“She’s free until tomorrow.”
“Here’s a choice, Debbie. Do you want to go to the quad and see if anyone is interested? The campus is on break so I don’t know if there will be many opportunities. Or the men here can take you to their barracks and bring you back tomorrow.”
“Barracks. Are you sure John? I can stay if you need me here.” She continued masturbating.
“I think it would be good for you to work with the men in the barracks. Break the ice with them so they’ll be more comfortable in later sessions here.”
“I think that’s true,” Nancy said. “I hadn’t thought about them needing work too. They’ll bring you back in the morning.”
“I have to stay here,” John said.
Debbie had an orgasm.
“I’ll go along with Debbie,” Nancy said. “Here, let me help you and then we should go.”
Debby felt Nancy’s fingers, one tugging on her nipple and the other’s stroking her clit.
“Oh God!” Debbie arched her back and thrashed until Nancy’s fingers left her.
Debbie looked up to Nancy’s smiling face.
“Why don’t you go like that,” Nancy said. “I’m sure the men will enjoy playing with you on the bus.”
Chapter 11.
Debbie and Nancy sat together in the back seat of the army bus. There were only fifteen soldiers on this bus and they all seemed to be sleeping off their sexual excess from the night before.
Debbie was tired but was still too stimulated after the last twelve hours to go to sleep yet. Her whole body sparkled. They’d given her a jacket and a cap and she sat relaxed with Nancy.
“That was fascinating to watch, Debbie. You know you’re unusual, don’t you?”
“John says I am. I know before I met him I was pretty shy. What he and Dev have done for me recently has made more extroverted, able to say what I want, and I’m a lot happier because of that. I never thought about sex much before John. Dating in high school with all the takers, pumpers, and washers didn’t have all the sexual pressures that I guess women felt before.” Debbie changed the subject. “You were taken but you don’t look like it.”
“I was immediately put into an early version of a special program much like this one. It wasn’t successful. You know how the taken are given a special implant which makes them washers, takers, or pumpers, depending on the implant. I received an implant making me all three, comfortable and able to perform any heterosexual act. Only I wasn’t psychologically suited. They tried a number of ways to make the device succeed, but it didn’t. They left the device in but turned it off. If I hadn’t already received a special WTP tattoo they would have tried a traditional implant. I was useful in other ways and was absorbed into the larger program, eventually becoming an administrator.”
“You didn’t like it. I can’t imagine that.”
“That’s because this program is much more sophisticated. You’re thinking of sex now, aren’t you? You’ve been fingering yourself.”
“Oops.” Debbie rested her hands on her knees. “I keep on forgetting. Sorry. It’s just that I like it so much.”
“Go ahead if you need to masturbate. I know you like it. I think you’re just about the happiest person I’ve met. I’m glad for you and more than a little envious.”
“Maybe John can help you.”
“I’d better not because of my role in the project. You know what the project is, don’t you? The national project, not just what John is doing here?”
Debbie shook her head, leaning back, feet up on the edge of the seat, fingers at work.
“It’s called the New Woman Project, or NWP. They want to make at least 30% of the adult female population women like you, Debbie, hypersexual. They call you the fuckers. The rest of the adult female population will be housewives, the breeders. At colleges and universities across the country they are working intently on the various issues.”
“So I’m a fucker.”
“Any man any time eventually. Some fuckers would be used to harvest semen for the artificial insemination program for breeders. Some experts have considered having women being both fuckers and breeders, being one or the other for predetermined periods of time, but that conflicts with the main elements of the Project.”
Debbie was having orgasms as Nancy talked. “I’d rather be a fucker full time.”
“You’re listening, too.”
“Of course. I can stop if you want.”
“Does John have you masturbate a certain amount of time each day?”
“We decided I shouldn’t do it more than five hours a day.”
“You decided this with John?”
“He asks me what I want or think.”
“How about other sexual activities, any limits?”
“No, thank God. Some days it’s just four or five men, other days are like last night. I can’t keep count.”
“I couldn’t either and I was supposed to. We’ll have to analyze the video I shot.”
“Can I get a copy?”
“Of course. You like to watch your videos, don’t you?”
“I love watching when I can’t do it. Sometimes, like when I’m in the big O, I have no idea consciously, I guess that’s the right idea, what’s happening or what I’m doing. John told me when I get my SLUT tattoo I don’t need to wear a top anymore, so everyone will know.”
“That’s true, but you’ll have to dress modestly until we are done with the twenty girls. You’re playing an important role. Maybe next year you can be a full time fucker.”
“Maybe I want to hold off until I graduate. Just be one on weekends.”
“That’s a good idea. You know you were actually amongst the taken, just like I was. A certain number like you are slated for participants in college programs like John’s. That’s how he knew to choose you. It wasn’t at random, you were already slated. I’m glad it worked out for you, it does most girls.”
“I’m sorry you’re not happy.”
“I’m happy, Debbie, just not like you.”
“Still, Nancy, what about the big O?”
Nancy laughed. “Okay, if I have to die I want to go like that.”
“Me, too. I should probably stop now.” She resumed a normal seated position. “If I don’t do things like that I go sort of crazy when there are lots of men around. I’m tired.”
“I’ll talk to John. I’m sure he’ll not need you until after lunch. You can sleep this morning.”
“Thank you, Nancy.”
“Thank you, Debbie, for being such an interesting and challenging subject. I feel we can be good friends again.”
“Of course we can. I missed you in high school. You know how some of the taken come back after the first of the year, you didn’t.”
“We can be friends now. Here’s a serious question, Debbie. The New Woman Project is dedicated to drastically changing sexual roles in this country. Males will automatically be dominant, females will only have subordinate fuckers or breeders roles. Women will no longer participate in the workplace except as fuckers. Similarly in education they won’t be able to go to college. There’s serious talk about limiting education to the sixth or ninth grades. What are your feelings about that?”
“You know, I always wanted to go to college. I wanted to be a teacher or something. I’m in college now and do well in class, close to a 4.0 average, but honestly, all I want to do is fuck and be fucked. But I’m going to have to think about your question because I know most women aren’t like me and I don’t feel I should decide for them. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does, Debbie. I think if all I wanted to do was fuck, this is just between you and I, I’d think the New Woman Project was a good idea. I support it with my job but I’m not sure I’m a 100% behind it. Does that make sense?”
“I think so. I hadn’t thought much beyond what John and I are doing. I like learning stuff, I’d miss not being in school or having a job that was challenging.”
“Who knows what the next administration will decide to do. The important thing right now is you’re happy and having fun.”
“I’m glad we talked, Nancy. I’ll talk to John and see if there’s some way you can’t have fun, too. I’m looking at the men on this bus and I’m thinking an hour tops, though I can never be sure, it depends more on them than me.”
“I’m happy, Debbie. It’s best not to talk to John. I have a formal role I have to adhere to. Maybe later, though, we can both let our hair down. The two of us, half hour for sure.”
“You could watch me and I could watch you. That would be special.”
“I hadn’t thought of multiples. I’ll talk to John, that might be a way to speed up the processing of the girls. They were hoping for more than two for the State of the Union.”
“There’s me, too.”
“I know, Debbie, but they want girls who look like the ones I brought. I think you’re beautiful, but the men in charge have certain expectations, appearance is more important to them than experience or ability. It’s a crazy system but that’s how they are.”
“So that’s what’s happening. I want to fuck everyone, some always turn away.”
“Not just looks, Debbie. There can be a number of reasons, besides appearance. Not all men are good in groups, or they have health issues, or are wired to only like men. You are one of the prettiest girls on campus, in the top five percent, that I’ve seen so far.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Nancy. John asked me if I was interested in having sex with women and I wasn’t sure. Are you wired for women?”
“How perceptive. Yes, that was one of the reasons the implant didn’t work, and I didn’t even know why until later when I realized it. You’re the only one who knows, Debbie.”
“I’ll keep your secret. Not men at all, that’s interesting. Do you think any of the twenty are like you?”
“Probably a couple. Who knows? Since homosexuality has been recriminalized no one would blurt out they are that way, the girls might not even know.”
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