Chapter 174

"But ... I enjoyed some of it," Hope whispered. "I hated most of it, but sometimes ... sometimes I came. I orgasmed. I'm a whore."

Jennie wrapped her sister in her arms, Hope's body now wracked with sobs. "Hush, Baby. Hush. You're not a whore. You're just normal," Jennie kept saying as she added her tears to Hope's.

After a few minutes, Jennie pushed back to look Hope in the eye. "You were raped. You were raped every time you did it against your will. And ... our bodies are designed to respond to a man's cock inside us. From what I've read, it's not that unusual for a woman to orgasm while she's being raped – no matter how much she hates what's being done to her."

There was total quiet for so long that Jennie had begun to think that Hope wasn't going to say anything more, then, "I had to fuck them. I couldn't just lie there. Oh, I tried to focus on other things – to daydream, I guess you could say – but I could only do that to a point. If a man complained, our father would beat me, and some of those assholes loved to inflict pain." There was quiet again for a short time. "But some of them didn't hurt me. They got off on thinking I was just twelve or something. They like to fuck kids, I guess. Most of the time, our father made me dress up like a little girl. I hated that, and I hated him, but ... I did have orgasms. Oh, not all the time, but if the man wasn't hurting me, and he lasted for a while, I sometimes did.

"Some of those men would lick my pussy, even my ass, and some even spent a lot of time trying to make me come. Once they got their dicks in, most came fairly quickly, but there was one guy who had been drinking. He fucked me half the night and he still couldn't get off. He was one of the ones who beat me. He pinched my nipples and my clit so hard that they were swollen for days, and hurt so bad. But the worst of all of them was the one whose picture I drew. He is just ... evil.

"There was an old man who beat me because he couldn't get it up, even with Viagra. I dream of that a lot. I ... I'm still afraid to go to sleep because I know the dreams are coming. They are so real, and they come so often. I'm just ... I'm just... afraid to sleep."

Jennie hugged her sister, their tears mingling. "Hush, Baby. Hush. You're surrounded by Alphas now. Nothing will ever hurt you again. We live here protected by some awesome weapons, according to Jeff and the General. Not to mention the Security people or the Ship. Jeff said she would be here almost instantly if we're attacked, and when you have nightmares, I'm here to wake you."

"But you're not sleeping with your husband or your sister-wives..."

"Jeff will make love to me in the morning, and after I stay with you a few nights, someone else will sleep with you for a time. We'll conquer this thing together."

Hope sat up and blew her nose, tossing the tissue into the trash can. (Hope's suite didn't have the automatic trash can, yet.) With a sigh, she collapsed onto her back.

Jennie tickled her sister until she giggled. "Hey, I know what you need. It's something Jeff says sometimes."

"What's that?" Hope asked, suppressing a giggle.

"Some of the 'hair of the dog that bit you.'"

Hope started to laugh, then looked hard at her sister. "That's not funny."

"Well, I guess it is kinda gross to think of it that way, but what I really meant was that you need your own man to make love to you. To ... make you forget about all those bad times."

"I'm not interested in a man – any man."

"Have you ever been made love to?"

"You know I've been fucked many times."

Jennie let out a little sigh. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Have you ever had a man take his time, be gentle with you, make love to you?"

Hope squeezed her eyes tight and shook her head. "No. No ... but I never want that to happen. I've had all of that I will ever want."

Jennie absently ran her hand through Hope's hair, almost petting her. "You have no idea, Sweetheart. No idea at all."

Hope was staring at the ceiling. "Oh, yes I do," she snapped. "I've had it all, and I don't like any of it. Some of them even fucked me in the ass. It hurt and I bled. They've licked my pussy, shot off in my mouth, tried to push their dicks down my throat, made me ride them, sucked my tits, mauled my nipples, fucked me with my legs on their shoulders, screwed me in positions you wouldn't believe. And, I even came for some of them. Oh, I always faked it if I didn't come, but coming wasn't worth what I had to put up with to get an orgasm. All I wanted was a gun so I could kill myself. I don't need any man. I've had plenty of them."

Hope looked over at her sister, shocked to see the tears flowing freely out of Jennie's eyes, yet again. "Oh, you poor baby," Jennie whispered. "Oh, you poor baby."

Hope took a big breath and let it out in a shudder. "What are you crying for? You just finished telling me I was safe. You, Jeff, Diana – everybody – has told me I could live here forever and nothing would ever hurt me. I know that, and I'm happy with it. So why are you crying?"

Jennie took a breath, grabbed some tissue and wiped her eyes. "Because, My Sister, you have no idea what you're talking about when you say you don't need a man, and it's sad to think about all the men who used you, but obviously, no one ever made love to you."

Hope turned her head to stare at the ceiling again. "The last thing I need is a man. I can have all the orgasms I want by myself. Those orgasms may not be as strong as you say yours are, but I like them, and I don't need a man shoving his thing up me to get off. And before you say anything else, I know all men aren't like the ones who our father whored me out to, but I also know that a dick is a dick. Some are larger than others; some are harder than others, some are uglier than others, but if I ever need anything other than the vibrator you gave me – I can just buy a dildo on the net."

"So you liked my gift?"

Hope managed a giggle, turning for a moment to grin at her sister. "That thing produces some really intense orgasms."

"You like a clitoral vibrator, huh?"

Hope was slow to answer this time, her face flaming. "Yeah. Yeah, I like it a lot," she finally said.

Jennie propped up on an elbow to look at her sister. "Just imagine an orgasm that's about a hundred times as good as the ones you get from the vibrator."

Hope produced an entirely unladylike snort. "Yeah, right," she responded, the sarcasm fairly dripping.

"Honey, you're almost sixteen. None of the men here will touch you until you're above the age of consent. It's sixteen in this state. But when you're sixteen, you can have any of Jeff's Alphas for a mate – for a husband. You don't want anyone else. Trust me on that. You like Art, don't you?"

"Yeah, he's pretty nice, and so is Jeff and the others, but ... I'm not interested in any man. I told you that."

"Since you mentioned Jeff, how about him? You could be in that big bed with me – with all of us. Then there's Dave, or Bill, or Frank. And don't forget Fred just because he doesn't live here, but he's not far away. And Jeremy is an Alpha, too. Then there's the General. He's a bit stuffy, but Ellen and Barbara say he's a really nice guy and he treats them like they're his princesses. Of course, you would have to live on the base if you chose him."

"Like I said, my vibrator does all I need, and I don't have to put up with a man shoving his thing up me. Besides, you gave me enough batteries to last for a year," she finished, giggling. "I wouldn't want to waste them."

Jennie sighed. "You're equating the men who raped you with an Alpha making love to you. Apples and oranges. Nothing alike. Jeff makes love to me the way I want him to. Oh, I don't usually direct him. But, sometimes I want to be taken hard, and I tell him that, but it's still making love. And sometimes, we catch him in the garage, or on the indoor range, or even in the living room when we're fairly certain we won't be seen, and several of us 'attack' him. We call it 'sport fucking.' We yank his pants down, push him back into a chair, sit down on his cock and ride him. If we're lying down, one of us sits on his face and feeds him pussy while the other one fucks him. Even then, we can feel his love for us – actually feel it."

"I can't imagine volunteering to do something like that. Oh, I had to do it to those men, but I also had to fake my orgasms most times."

Jennie burst into giggles. "Trust me, Little Sister, you won't have to fake anything with Jeff, or any of the other Alphas, according to their women. Just like Art last night. He made love to his two wives until their pussies were so swollen it was scary."

"Just like a man," Hope blurted.

"No," Jennie burst out, before she calmed her response somewhat. "No. We initiate at least half of our love making, and with the 'sport fucking' it's almost always one of us initiating things. Oh, Jeff 'caught' me at the vanity sinks in our suite a few days ago and took me. I was bending over the sink, supposedly brushing my teeth, when he pushed that marvelous cock into me. I knew he was watching and I made my boobs jiggle to help attract him as he watched me in the mirror.

"He had to hold me up after a few minutes of near constant orgasm. We both knew I seduced him, but we pretended otherwise. Hope, you've never really had an orgasm until an enhanced Alpha gives you one. Jeff couldn't rape us if he tried. You can't rape a willing pussy, and we're always willing. And 'willing' isn't a strong enough word. If Jeff came in here right now and told me to get on my knees with my butt hanging over the side of the bed, you would just have to be embarrassed, because I would have my ass in his face in a heartbeat."

Hope was shaking her head. "Come on; you're exaggerating. I mean ... he's your husband of course, but..."

Jennie grinned back at her sister. "Okay, Jeff probably wouldn't do it because of his respect for your feelings. With most any of Jeff's wives, particularly us younger ones ... you would just have to be embarrassed. None of us would miss a chance of having that big, beautiful cock pushed up us. That's what I mean about the orgasms. Once you have an Alpha-induced orgasm, particularly when he trips your orgasm switch, there's no going back. You're hooked kinda like you would be if you tried using meth. (methamphetamine) Only with an Alpha, everything truly is wonderful. We all have vibrators, of course. Heck, you wouldn't believe our assortment of toys. We play with them sometimes, but nothing comes close to his wonderful cock – nothing."

Hope was staring at her sister. "You're exaggerating. There's no such thing as an orgasm switch. That's ... impossible."

"So, I'm lying to my baby sister, then?"

"I uh ... didn't mean it quite like that."

"All the Alphas can do it. Well, maybe not Jeremy. His women say he's still a virgin, but I suspect Jeff will teach him how before the wedding. Jeff says the orgasm switch thing sets up a feedback loop. I have no idea how he does it. He just does. I do know my orgasms are wonderful, and I can feel my husband's love for me. After a while, I pass out because my brain can't manage the intensity of the feelings. Sometimes we don't have time for him to make love to each of us – that is to have him actually push his cock into us. But like I said, if we're touching him or the woman he has his cock in, we get our switch flipped just as she does. It's so real that my vulva will be swollen and red just as it would be if he had his cock up me. But usually he finds time in the day to actually fuck each of us, should we not have him in us the night before. But I can feel his cock pumping sperm into me, even though he isn't actually touching me, just my sister-wife. That's an Alpha, Sweetheart. You need one to make your life complete."

"So, you're saying that when I become sixteen, I'll have to choose my, uh, mate?"

"Of course not, Silly. I just meant none of the men would touch you until you're of age, and that day isn't far away. Once you pick an Alpha, he'll love you, or maybe it's the other way around. Maybe he will do the picking, or his wives will. I don't know. It's something I can't explain. Anyway, you'll be his for life, and he'll be yours."

Hope was shaking her head. "But you have thirteen other wives to compete with. It just doesn't seem that you could possibly be satisfied with that many other women vying for his attention."

Jennie hesitated, wondering how to form her response. Then with a sigh, "My sister-wives don't compete with me, and neither do I with them. And even if they did, I would rather have one fourteenth of Jeff's time than all of any other man's time. Besides, he'll cuddle with me or listen to me when I want to talk, just as will any of my sister-wives. We're all married to each other. There's not an instant of the day or night that I don't feel loved."

The two sat silently for a little while as Hope digested Jennie's last remarks. Hope took a breath, slowly letting it out, then very quietly said, "I've never even kissed anyone other than our Father, brother and those other assholes. I've never gone on a date; never even sat and made out with a boy."