Serving Her Country

Sally was writing an outline of her English paper when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she said, wondering why she had even bothered to close the door. Nothing happened in this room besides sleep, homework, and the occasional session of longingly staring at the posters of singer-songwriters on the ceiling.

Her dad walked in. He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Sally," he said, "do you remember that... news story last year? The one about the new law?"

"You're going to have to be more specific, Dad."

"The... national service bill."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

Dad sighed. "Okay... well... the new president wants to get really tough on crime."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"He said he wants to address the root causes of crime, not just put more people in prison. I mean, he's doing that too. But they're running out of room. Pretty soon they're going to have to start turning those empty condo buildings in the city into penitentaries."

"Uh huh..."

"Well, President Miller thinks that one of the big reasons why men commit crimes is that they're not getting enough..." He paused, eyes moving from left to right, still not looking at her.

"Money?"

"No. That's probably a better reason, though."

"Attention?"

"No..."

"Spit it out, Dad."

"Sex," he said, reddening. "He thinks that violence is caused by frustrated men who women won't... sleep with..., so if we found a way to make sure women would... take care of... those men, they wouldn't hurt people as much."

This was a new idea to Sally. Admittedly, she hadn't thought much about sex, even though she had just turned eighteen. Reading the poetry of Emily Dickinson or solving a really hard differential equation was much more interesting.

"But you said something about national service."

"Yes... he wants girls, I mean, young women, to... perform a service for the men. Young men, too. He thinks gay men can be just as violent. But uh, that's beside the point."

"How is he going to make anybody do that? If women wanted to have sex with those men, wouldn't they be doing it already?"

Dad looked even more uncomfortable. "Do... you remember the time I took you to the doctor when you were ten? And you got that shot?"

"I got a lot of shots, Dad."

"Okay, well... there's a new one that we didn't have when I was your age. They give it to all the kids now, girls at ten, boys at twelve. It makes it so you uh... can't have a baby. Or have sex. I don't know how it works. They said it's for the best."

Sally was silent.

"When I taught you about the birds and the bees," Dad continued, "that was before they came out with the shots. Now, you have to get it. And it keeps working until you get the shot to reverse it. If you get the shot to reverse it."

"But what does that have to do with this... service?"

"If you don't perform your national service, they won't give you the shot to reverse it. And then you'll never be able to have a baby. Or even... just have sex at all."

Sally pondered. She didn't care much about sex, but she had always assumed that someday she would meet a boy and they would fall in love, get married, and have one or two children. Maybe just one. Things were awfully rough on this planet. She tried to imagine an alternate plan. Couldn't picture it.

"What if you don't want to have sex anyway?" she asked.

"Then you don't have to do the service. But you won't be able to have a baby either, if you don't. Do it. That is."

Sally had a vision of herself at age 70, alone, staring at a wall with a crocheted tapestry on it, a distant meow breaking the silence.

"Okay."

A week later, the bus pulled up to Sally's house at 6 AM. Sally and her dad were drinking coffee on their mustard-yellow couch. Her duffel bag, packed to bursting, sat by the door. The letter had said she was only allowed to bring one piece of luggage.

Sally set her empty coffee mug on the coaster. "Do... do I really have to go?" she asked.

"No. But if you want to be a mommy someday, you have to."

"And it really has to be now?"

"You remember what I told you. President Miller thinks only the youngest women and men have the power to tranquilize the potential violent felons of the nation into... not being violent felons."

So it was now or never. They hugged awkwardly and she headed for the door.

Sally was finishing her book when the bus pulled off the exit ramp. That was good timing, since the rest of the books were in her bag, which was in the compartment in the bottom of the bus. She had never seen this part of the state before. It was very flat, and smelled vaguely rubbery. They pulled onto a two-lane road and kept going.

"It used to be a prison," the girl who had been sitting across the aisle from her on the bus said as they climbed down the stairs to collect their bags. "That's what I heard." Sally didn't know the girl's name. She had been reading instead of talking. She looked up at the foreboding-looking brick building surrounded by a barbed-wire fence.

The bus driver led them into the gate, where they were greeted gruffly by bored-looking men wearing guns on their hips. Sally looked at one of the men's guns and gulped. Cops didn't wear guns anymore. So why did they need them here?

A short, fat woman emerged from a small brick building on the left. "Hello, ladies, my name is Laura. I'll be your residential advisor."

Sally and the other eleven young women followed Laura to a low, sand-colored building with two rows of small windows. When she squinted, she could see the wire inside the glass.

The group of twelve women split into two groups, each of which was assigned by Laura to a room with three sets of bunk beds. Sally set her duffel bag on one of the lower bunk beds.

"You have fifteen minutes to use the bathroom and get settled down, and then it'll be time for orientation." Sally was hungry. She wondered when dinner was.

They filed into the common room. The wall clock said it was four fifty-five PM.

Laura reappeared and turned on a projector. The slide on the screen said "Pleasant Valley Respite Facility."

Paging through a slide deck filled with bullet points and clip art, Laura explained to them how President Miller, in his heroic efforts to fight crime, had created the network of respite facilities after the discovery of the drug that could temporarily cause infertility and inability to have sex, as well as the drug that reversed it. "The medication guarantees compliance," she chirped. Like Sally's dad had said, you could opt out, but only if you were okay with both never having sex and never having kids. After three years of service at the facility, the reversal drug would be administered and the servicemember would be free to leave.

Three years?!

"How many of you are virgins?" Laura asked. Sally raised her hand. She looked around. Everyone else had their hands raised too. "Good, good," said Laura. Sally wondered who else really was a virgin too, and who was lying. Some of these girls looked sexy enough. All of them had turned eighteen in the past two months.

Laura explained that the facility was free to use for any man over twenty-one, "but a lot of the fellas who come in here are older gentlemen." All the costs, the women's living expenses, the staff's salaries, and the physical buildings, were paid for by taxpayers. Of course, the women didn't receive any pay, besides room and board. "We think the satisfaction of serving your country is payment enough!" She winked.

"I'll show you a chart of the different services you will be expected to gain competency in," Laura said. "But before any of that happens, you'll have to be devirginized. Converting a young virgin into a hardworking sexual public servant is an important task, and we can't just leave it to any member of the general public. We have an experienced staff of distinguished gentlemen whose job it is to take your virginity. You're all eighteen, so the minimum age for the job is sixty-eight. We want to be sure your first time is with a man who's old enough to be your grandfather. It puts our troops into the right working mindset."

Sally thought about her mother's father, who had died in the same accident her mother died in. Both Sally's parents and her mother's parents were old when they had kids. He had been older than sixty-eight. She didn't want to think about him and think about sex at the same time. Not that she really had much to go on when it came to thinking about sex. The schools didn't teach about it anymore, not after they passed those other laws. She realized that with the medicine, the kids didn't even care much about sex anyway.

"Here's the agenda for the rest of the night, after orientation finishes." Laura clicked. The screen said:

"7:00 PM-8:00 PM: Light meal in the dining hall"

"8:00 PM-8:30 PM: Showers"

"8:30 PM: Gather in the lobby to be taken to the Warehouse."

"We don't believe in waiting," Laura said. "The devirginization procedure commences the night a new sexual public servant arrives. The sooner it happens, the sooner you'll be ready to serve your country."

Laura went on to explain that the first year of service at the respite facility was focused on vaginal intercourse, which was the easy part because the men did most of the work. Anything advanced like the woman being on top was saved for later, unless you had a client who really wanted it. In the second year, public servants were expected to become skilled at performing fellatio. "Oral sex," Laura clarified. Finally, the third year was devoted to anal sex. Sally's eyes got wide. She had heard a joke here and there about people having sex in the butt, but she hadn't been sure it was real. Now and then people talked about how easy it used to be to look at sex videos on the Internet, but by the time Sally had gotten old enough to use a computer, it was only legal to use government-run social media sites.

But there were more immediate matters at hand, Sally silently reminded herself. Tonight, some man who was at least old enough to be her grandfather was going to have sex with her. Was going to... fuck her. Sally wasn't much for cursing, even in her internal monologue. But she supposed she was going to have to start. She had never really clearly thought about what her first time was going to be like, but she hadn't thought it was going to be like this.

"It's all perfectly safe," said Laura, advancing to the next slide. "The drug you were given before puberty also prevents all known sexually transmitted infections. At the end of this orientation, you'll receive an injection of a medicine that enables you to have sex for the following year. You'll have to get one every year you're here. At the end, you'll receive the final dose, which will contain a medicine that makes you permanently fertile and sexually receptive."

At 8:28 PM, Sally and the other new recruits were milling around the lobby. They got into a white van with no windows in the back, and rode about five minutes until they got to the Warehouse. The Warehouse was like the building where the orientation was, but bigger. When they got there, a group of people of different genders and colors, all looking to be in their twenties, in black uniforms, was waiting for them. A tall red-haired woman called Sally's name and led her to a room with black curtains hanging next to the door.

There wasn't much in the room but a king-sized bed made up with white sheets, like the ones they have in motels. Next to the bed sat a cart with what looked like a big bottle of hand lotion.

"Strip down to your underwear and lie on the bed," said the red-haired woman. Sally obeyed, stripping off her yellow sweater and jeans and folding them. She wasn't sure where to put them, so she set them carefully on the floor on the other side of the bed from the cart. She was wearing a red bra and black panties. She didn't know why she had chosen that set of underwear today. She remembered brushing her teeth and getting dressed at home and how it felt like she was a robot following instructions. She hadn't been thinking about what was going to happen later. She certainly hadn't known it was going to happen so soon. Sally looked down at her breasts, which were full but not big. She had some pubic hair that stuck out of the panties at the sides, which was embarrassing, but she had never had a reason to do anything about it before. She didn't go swimming. She lay on her back with her palms facing up, thumbs pointed towards the curtains on each side of the room. The woman had left. Before too long, the door opened again.

"Hello Sally," said the man. He was skinny and his chin was sort of square. His shoulder-length hair was messy and a mix of brown and gray. His eyebrows were mostly gray, and a few longer hairs stuck out here and there. He wore a white bathrobe and black bedroom slippers. His face was wrinkled and there were spots on his hands. "I'm Gary. I'm going to take your virginity tonight."

Gary pulled the curtains open and Sally could see that there was a crowd of men on each side of the room. "Laura probably explained to you that the respite facility employs a specially trained staff of older gentlemen whose job is to devirginize the new recruits. I'm one of them, at your service. But we do let the general public in to watch."

"Why would they want to watch when they could just be having free sex instead?" Sally wasn't sure why she asked, or even whether she was supposed to ask questions at all.

Gary laughed. "You'll learn that different men have different tastes. Some men prefer to watch from a safe distance, you understand?" Sally didn't understand. She noticed that some of the men already had their hands down their pants. It sure wasn't because of Gary. She supposed that they must think she was sexy, lying there with her tits out. Sally had never knowingly had anyone think she was sexy before. The boys at school ignored her. If men on the street ever said anything to her, she didn't notice; she was always wearing headphones.

"Time to get started," said Gary, and sat down on the bed where Sally had rolled over onto her left side. He began to rub and stroke her body. His hands were a little bit cold and felt rough, but it felt okay. He lingered on her feet, squeezing each toe separately. When he dug his knuckles into the arches of her feet, she felt a hot feeling between her legs. Sally had tried touching herself a little bit here and there, but it never seemed to do much. But the pressure on her feet made it feel like her heart was beating inside her vagina.

Gary reached behind Sally and quickly unclasped her bra, then pulled the straps down over her shoulders. Sally obediently wriggled her arms out. She wondered why she was cooperating. Gary flung the bra up in the air and it landed in a corner. He began to squeeze her boobs, flicking at the nipples with his fingertips. Sally felt her pussy get wetter. She couldn't believe she was enjoying getting felt up by a man old enough to be her grandfather.

Gary took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, running his tongue all over the nipple and around the areola. Sally gasped. She couldn't believe how good it felt. While he sucked her tit, he cupped the other boob and gently caressed it. After he had manhandled her tits for a while, he slipped his arm around her back and kissed her. It was her first kiss. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and waggled it around in there. He hadn't shaved recently and his face was rough on hers. Automatically, she sucked on his tongue. He reached his hand down the front of her panties and gave her pussy a squeeze with his whole hand. It felt warm and good. Still kissing her, he slipped his index finger inside her. It went in easily; Sally was wet. He curved his finger, pressing it firmly but gently on the front wall of her vagina. She felt her pussy muscles tighten around his finger. Sally had tried putting her finger in her pussy before, but it hadn't felt like this. Gary wrapped both of his legs around Sally's left leg and she felt a hard cock against her body for the first time. He pushed against her thigh insistently.

"I'm going to eat you out, Sally. This should feel really good." He pulled off her panties in one quick motion and then she felt a wet warmth on the outer rim of her vagina. Gary licked and slurped at her cunt-hole. She felt like she was falling backwards into a soft, warm tunnel. Her fingers and toes tingled with excitement. The pleasure was mixed with a slight irritation from his mustache stubble scraping her urethra like sandpaper. Sally's eyes rolled back in her head. Outside, some of the men had their cocks out and were jerking themselves slowly, eyes fixed on Sally's bare tits.

Gary's tongue moved up to Sally's clit. Sally had never really tried playing with her clit; she remembered when she was younger, noticing it was there and wondering what it was for. Pee didn't come out of it, so what was it? Now she knew. His tongue pushed up the skin around her clit and the sensitive head of the organ was exposed to the softness of his mouth. He sucked gently. Sally couldn't believe the sensation. She wished it would go on forever, but then felt embarrassed to be degrading herself by submitting to the pleasure being given to her by a man who was already over the hill when she was a baby. He slipped a finger back into her pussy, then another finger, while he kept licking her clit. She moaned. She couldn't stand it.

"It's time to fuck you now, Sally." Gary had been wearing the robe the whole time, she realized. He got out of bed, stood on the floor, and untied the belt, letting the robe fall open. Sally had heard something about how old men couldn't get their cocks hard. Gary was a counterexample to that. His cock stood up at a 45-degree angle from his torso. It must have been about seven inches long and the mushroom-shaped head was shiny and red. A drop of liquid sparkled at its tip.

"Spread your legs." Sally lay back with her knees bent, cunt wide open for all to see. She couldn't get a good look at the men at the windows, but she imagined what it must feel like for them, with their dicks in their hands, watching a hot, naked, young woman like her experience the last few minutes of virginity. And then before she knew it, Gary was lying on top of her, holding his big cock and rubbing the head all over her pussy lips and her clit. Without knowing where the feeling came from, she felt an intense desire for him to just stick it in her, and then he did. The sensation of the big, hard dick filling up her pussy was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. "Fuck, that's tight," Gary mewled. Sally grabbed her knees to get her legs open wider so Gary's cock could drill her innards more deeply. Every time his dick rammed into her, his pubic bone ground into her clit and made her feel like the entire essence of her was concentrated in her clit and was getting immersed in hot light.

"I'm getting fucked by an old man," Sally thought. "He's fucking me. His dick is in my... cunt." Even silently thinking the word "cunt" to herself felt like she was stepping on train tracks. She felt her own cunt get tighter and hotter. Gary responded by drilling her faster. She wondered if he worked out in the gym to be able to fuck young women so well at his age. She wrapped her arms around him and felt the rough, wiry hair on his back. The head of his cock was hitting her vagina all the way in the back. She was glad to be a girl in a body that had a vagina, glad that her privacy could be invaded in this way regardless of what she'd come in wanting. For the first time, her body didn't just belong to her. At that moment, she was just a tool, a soft lump that could make an old man's penis feel really good. Skinny as he was, the weight of Gary on top of her, the sensation of so much skin on her body contacting the skin on his body, made her feel like her soul was getting squeezed back into her. Sally began to move her hips in time with Gary's hips, meeting his pubic bone with her clit so his cock could penetrate her pussy even more deeply. So this was what all the adults were so obsessed with. She noticed the sheets underneath her ass were damp from all the liquid that had seeped out of her cunt.

Somehow, Gary knew just when to stop. He pulled his turgid cock out of her dripping cunt and rolled her clit in between his thumb and index finger a few times. She felt all of her energy concentrate itself in her clit and then expand to her entire body. She exploded in ecstasy, bucking her hips wildly. She was completely at his mercy and had no choice but to submit to her first-ever orgasm under the watchful eyes of dozens of strangers.

While her cunt was still pulsing, Gary shoved his cock back into Sally's pussy, hard. After a few quick thrusts, he gave out a low moan and growled, "I'm coming!" She felt him shaking in her arms. And then he got up. Sally felt Gary's hot cum drip out of her pussy, mixing with the juices of her own arousal. She was no longer a virgin. A man had had intercourse with her. She tried to get her head around it. Without thinking about it, she reached her hand down to her cunt, scooped up some of the slippery substance, and touched it to her lips. It tasted salty. She felt perverted for licking up this old man's semen when she didn't have to. The shame of it made her pussy pulse some more.

Later, lying in the bunk bed, which was narrower and harder than the bed she'd been fucked on, Sally felt a slight bouncing and heard squeaking sounds. She guessed that the woman in the top bunk was touching herself. So she wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the evening. Sally wondered about all the other men who were going to fuck her over the next three years. She was going to have all kinds of cocks in her pussy, mouth, and ass; as Laura had explained during the orientation, she would have to take all comers, except if someone started acting in a way that would endanger her life (that's why the guards with the guns were around). Sally realized her hand was on her clit. She moved it around in circles, wondering if the woman in the top bunk could tell what she was doing. She wondered how much of Gary's cum was still left in her pussy. With the other hand, she squeezed her left nipple, first tentatively, then harder. She remembered sucking on the old man's tongue and without warning, her pussy spasmed and she had her second orgasm ever. Her work was just beginning.