Chapter 11

Journal Entry 7: Tuesday

It has been nearly 2 years since I last documented anything. I had actually forgotten about this journal. Where to even begin.

Well, I had my appointment for the hypnotherapy session. Little did I know, that my superiors had ordered for a camera to be setup to video record the session while I was ... incapacitated.

Once I regained my awareness, I was greeted by the sight of someone I will just refer to as “The Boss” so as to not reveal anything specific about anyone should this journal be found.

The Boss, only asked me one question. “Are you ready to get your hands dirty?”

From there, my world got flipped upside down more than it already was.

The training, of both my mind and body was just beyond description. And then there was the specialized training because of being a woman. Training that I thoroughly enjoyed, once my unusual issue was overlooked. True I may have been a virgin still at that time but that wasn’t the issue. When I started this particular specialized training, I was given feminine products. In all of the other trainings, I would see that these items were available to get, but they were never actually provided to me. Now they were and I had no idea what they were or what they were for. The utter shock I received from all of the trainers was beyond words. Needless to say, I was immediately sent to a female doctor for a pelvic examination and more. The doctor was shocked as well to learn that I had never had, what they call a “menstrual-cycle” or any kind of bleeding.

During the questioning of the pre-examination the doctor looked at me doubtfully when I informed her that I was not sexually active. That, in all honesty, I have never had the time or luxury to even think in that manner. I was all consumed with developing my skills, my body and using my linguistic and analytical abilities between meals and sleep.

It was when they wanted to do a procedure known as a “pap smear” that they did confirm that my “hymen” is intact.

Odd enough, this procedure was really kind of fun. I was experiencing things down below that I had never felt before. I felt my body getting very flushed and feeling a hunger within myself before unlike anything else. I was actually very disappointed when the doctor said that the procedure was complete and that I could get dressed, when what I really wanted was for more to happen. I found myself, energized, for lack of a better word. There was a fire, an ache, a throbbing about my body that screamed attention. The only odd thing that I noticed during the procedure, was there were several times I was see the nurse and doctor get really close to me and to themselves with a dazed look on their faces before they would snap out of it, shaking their heads and resume whatever it was they were doing prior.

At one point I asked if everything is ok.

The doctor responded that everything was ok and almost wished she could use me in a teaching class.

When I asked what that meant, she informed me, it would be in teaching, young new medical student on their internship of becoming doctors. That I would be a great patient for me to learn on. I asked how many students and was informed about half a dozen or so students that could be both men and women. The thought of more people looking and touching me excited me even more and said if I could, I would be happy to.

After I said that, I remember seeing the doctor and the nurse both licking their lips oddly before leaving the room.

It was after this examination where the training had me on edge all day long. It was a training about seduction. How to use my body as a distraction, as a weapon and as a means to get things accomplished.

I remember them asking me if there was a particular reason why I was still a virgin.

My response of, “Lack of opportunity” was an answer that intrigued my instructor but no other response.

I remember that night, I was restless and went down to the location’s workout gym. There were 6 people in the gym that evening. Two other women, three guys and myself. Thankfully, there were no security cameras in the gym or I might have had a lot to answer for that night.

Things started out innocent enough. I got onto a treadmill as a warmup before going over to one of the machines to work on my legs and thighs. I don’t know what the particular piece of equipment is called but that isn’t important. What is important is that the two other women were on machines right in front of me. Both of them were working out on what I guess are some kind of leg press machine, where they are using their legs to push against weights. The guys off to a distant side working on their arms and chest. All of the guys seemed to be in great shape. Pulling my eyes away from them, one of the women stopped what she was doing and got on the machine where she laid down on her torso and then would do leg curls. I found myself completely enthralled. This woman’s firm butt was thrust upward. Wearing booty yoga shorts, that conformed to every curve. I found myself unable to tear my eyes off of her. I felt that flush come over my body. Causing my chest to tighten, a warmth that spread throughout my body. That tightening and throbbing started back between my thighs again, like in the doctor’s examination.

I shook my head, closed my eyes and concentrated on getting back to my exercises. However, I soon found that by opening my thighs and bringing them together, per the machine’s movement, was not helping matters down below. If nothing else, it seemed to be adding fuel to the fire down below that was rapidly starting to consume me. I open my eyes to get up off of the machine, only to find that the two women have stopped their workouts and have turned around to stare at me.

Unsure if I did something to offend, I disentangle myself and walk away. I decide that getting away from the two women will be best option until I can get a grip upon myself.

By the time I get close to the men, I seemed to have gotten my breathing back under control and not breathing as hard anymore. The tightness in my chest eases up some. Deciding to take that as I sign, I walk over to the bench press and load up the barbell with 20lb weights on each side. Deciding to take caution, I look over at the men and ask if one of them can spot me. I can tell I have interrupted their conversation as they all glance at me.

One of them sets down his weights and comes over to me. I remember telling him that I know I didn’t add much weight, these are just the warmup before I move on up.

He stands up near the front and relatively ignores me, continuing his conversation with the guys and I go through my quick warmup repetitions. After 20, I feel that I am warmed up enough and ask him if he would be kind enough to load me up with more weights. Adding 20lbs to each side, I start doing more reps. After 10, I ask for more weights.

Its during these next set of reps that my hand slips at one point. The guy gets really close now pulling the barbell up and asking if I am ok. I respond that my hand slipped and take in a large breath due to my embarrassment and frustration. That is when it hit me.

His sweat, his smell, everything about him set my body aflame. If I had thought my reaction earlier to the women was intense, this was a bonfire. From the top of my head, to the bottom of my feet, my entire body tingled with a rush that caused goosebumps to form all over my body. My chest became so tight that my workout top became extremely uncomfortable. My breathing picked up like I couldn’t get enough air and my thighs and the area between my thighs were going crazy. I could feel more than just a slight dampness now. I was now so wet I could feel it leaking out of me and running down the crack of my butt. I try to raise up and get a hold of myself when the barbell, slipping from his grasp, came back down upon my chest. Looking up, I see the guy above me, his eyes have an odd look to them and I can see that he too is breathing hard. Then he shifts his weight and something grabs my attention. I can now see the tent forming in the front of this workout shorts. I want to protest about the barbell, but now all I can think about is his throbbing mass hidden in his shorts that needs to be released. As if he read my mind, he hurriedly pushes his shorts down, freeing the monster from between his legs and thrusts it into my open willing mouth.

I have never been with a man, in any way sexually before. I didn’t even know if what I was doing was normal. But it felt so right. So good. He began to thrust himself into my mouth, going deeper with each thrust. His pungent taste of his workout sweat, heavy upon manhood. My tongue actively trying to get every bit of that taste off of him.

My breathing instantly becomes easier as part of me feels the barbell lifted from off of my chest. Only to then feel a set of hands pull my top up exposing my breasts. I feel a set of hands cupping and gripping with my breasts all while my mouth is being ravaged. Oddly enough, I have instinctively covered my teeth with my lips and applying pressure to the hardened cock pumping in and out of my mouth. A set of hands start tugging around the waistband of my jogging pants and I raise my hips to allow my jogging pants and panties to be removed.

I begin to squirm as it hits me, what is about to happen. A panic starts to push the fire down as I use my hands to push the guy away from my mouth so that I can get up.

My hands are pulled away and pressed down upon either side of my breasts as I feel another man straddle me and begin to slide his cock between my breasts. Another set of hands, spreads and raises my legs. My panic rises some more within me and I try to scream, only to have my scream choked off by the thrust of the cock down my throat. I want to scream out so badly and throw these men off of me when I feel it. The sensation of the man’s cock penetrating me between my legs.

And in that instant, an unknown switch is flipped. I go from “GET OFF OF ME!” to “LETS GO!”

I instantly, cannot get enough. My virginity is instantly replaced with a hunger that knows no bounds. I don’t know who these men are, but I instantly am aware that I can never live the rest of my life without them.

Again, I feel this tingling growing throughout my body. Sensations and emotions flow over me, through me, consuming me.

My hands grip my breasts tighter, my hips begin to buck up to meet every thrust, my teeth squeeze down harder upon my gums. I need it. I want it harder. Rougher. FUCK ME!

Over and over and over, my body bucks, thrashes, muffled screams, my need, my desire, my ... HUNGER!