Chapter 16

Joanne Simmons (JoJo to her friends) was pissed! She had just got done talking to her old neighbor Mandy. Mandy had told her about what was happening up at the Adams estate. They had a guy there and they were having sex with him.

Mandy had said since she was only eleven, she couldn't join up for at least two more years. That's what had JoJo so pissed.

JoJo had always been a precocious girl and had loved to sit in her Daddy's lap or the lap of any man that would let her. She would wiggle around and get them excited. She would have lost her virginity years ago if any of the man she knew had been weak enough. Just her luck to be surrounded by upstanding and boring citizens.

Because she was so precocious she had been overindulged. JoJo was spoiled rotten. To confuse things further the death of everyone near her had been devastating. Since then she had been very lonely making this even worse.

Now she finds out there IS a man and once again she is told no. She was never one to accept the "no" word. No was for other people, not her. She was so furious she was starting to think of ways to get even with Mandy.

Why stop with just Mandy. They had something going up there and she wasn't invited. How dare they? Who do they think they are? She should call the police and report them. No, according to the radio station you were supposed to call the FBI.

Junior agent Sarah Franks was twelve years old. She wasn't an FBI agent, she was office staff. She had fallen in love with Kevin Costner watching The Untouchables, a movie about the famous FBI agent Elliot Ness.

Because of the impact of that movie she had applied for a staff position in the Jacksonville office of the FBI. She answered the phone and did some typing and filing. She hoped it would get her a real job in the FBI some day.

She took a call from a girl in Holly Hill, Florida. The girl claimed that there were pregnant girls and a man at an address there. She took it all down and placed the memo in Agent Farmer's basket.

There were lots of calls and letters coming into the office every day from women claiming to have seen men. This one was remarkable only because the caller said there were pregnant women too.

Somehow it didn't strike true, the girl sounded young and something about the voice told her this wasn't about a man. She couldn't put her finger on it. So she didn't rush the memo into the supervising agent's office.

Agent Laura Farmer wasn't lazy or incompetent, but it still took her several months before she could follow up on the Holly Hill memo. As the Special Agent in charge of Operation Mantrap for the Jacksonville region, she had to get in her car and drive all over the northeast quarter of Florida to check out every lead personally.

She had to check every lead in person because of her orders. There must be no chance of missing lead to a man. After many months of doing this it had become tedious and exhausting and still no men had been located.

There had been many false leads. Some were hysteric women, some were women that wanted to get someone in trouble, you could never tell what a person's motivation was but she felt she had been wasting her time for months chasing ghosts. This Joanne Bleevins in Holly Hill sounded like another revenge call, but she was young. Most of the calls had been from grown women. It seemed that teens were not as screwed up as the grown women after the results of the plague.

A difficult part of the job was getting fuel for her pickup truck and finding a clean place to stay. Her little pickup had large saddle tanks and she planned to go to Holly Hill, and then go over to Orlando to check out another report before heading back to J'Ville. Her saddle tanks would allow her plenty of fuel for the entire trip as she had tanked up at the naval station gas station, which was the only reliable source of gas in the area. She headed down I-95 for Ormand Beach where she had a motel reservation at the beach.

It had been a slow week for me. There were few new girls, not that I wasn't happy being with all my regular ladies. Besides Beth, I had a large cadre of followers that slept with me almost every night. When I wasn't busy getting someone pregnant I had plenty of other offers.

One thing had changed from all the sex I had been having. My stamina had built to an unbelievable level. It wasn't unheard of for me to come ten times in a night. The skin on my dick was thicker and not as soft but as long as things were wet, I could keep going indefinitely.

I was only limited by the amount of friction my dick could take. I had at times serviced several women before each come. This allowed me to get the couple of new girls pregnant that were presented to me each day, while making a score or more happy each night. I could come many times a night.

Even so, it seemed that the Sapphic Goddess had visited the compound. Even a man as capable as I was not able bodied enough to get the entire job done. There were hundreds between here and the farm.

Many girls whose sexual hungers had been awakened, were now experimenting with alternate sex methods. This was particularly true of the pregnant girls. Many of them were insatiable while others were totally uninterested in sex of any kind.