Chapter 9
Henry Diggs rang the doorbell and then waited patiently. A peephole in the door finally swung open and he could see that he was being looked over.
"I'm Henry Diggs from the Board of Education. I'm here to collect some herbs from the greenhouse."
The peephole shut and then the door swung open. A tiny old woman greeted him and apologized.
"Sorry about all these precautions, but after the last riot, when the greenhouse was attacked by the aliens, and many of the herbs destroyed we have to be careful."
"It wasn't really a riot," he chastised the old woman gently, "we don't have those any more it was a form of mass hysteria probably brought on by the galactic storms."
"Call it what you will," the old woman grumbled and led him into the elevator. They started to move down, faster and faster. Henry knew the elevators were safe but he always felt uneasy in them. He clutched his black leather bag as if it would give him solace.
Finally the elevator stopped and when they stepped out they were in a greenhouse so hot and humid that he could scarcely breathe.
"What type do you need?"
For little girls, virgins," he said.
"Come with me."
They walked past hundreds of difference varieties of aphrodisiacs, all of them artificially transplanted from living herbs and made to grow in a formula which increased their potency by almost a thousand per cent.
"I still don't know why we call these herbs artificial," he said to the woman, testily.
"Because they are still basically grafts they can't grow naturally. They're like mules who can't reproduce."
She stopped in front of a vine which contained a series of tiny cups up and down the stem, and in the cups were hundreds of small beans.
"Here they are."
Henry opened his leather case and without further ado began to fill it with the small beans.
"How are they activated?" he asked, closing his bag.
"Just bite through the outer shell and a jelly-like substance oozes out."
"Then this is something you apply?"
"Yes, just rub it on the desired spot."
"Can we test it out?" He asked, smiling at the old woman.
She didn't think his suggestion too funny and she turned in a huff and walked back to the elevator. He hurried after her and soon they reached the street level. He thanked and left the house, clutching the bag in one hand.
Henry Diggs had been an employee of the Board of Education for almost fifteen years. His was to travel throughout the school system and deflower young virgins. This was part of their sex education courses, in fact, the high point of the course, and Henry had been selected for that job after prolonged testing found him to be an exemplary lover. The use of aphrodisiacs had come about because it was found that many of the young girls were so nervous and frightened that something was needed to break through this facade. Henry was only one of forty such "deflowerers" and there were an equal number of women who performed the same task with young male students.
The administrator was waiting for Henry when he arrived at the school. Henry could tell that he was being held in contempt and he opened the conversation by saying:
"I have a job to do and I do it."
"Oh come now Mr. Diggs you don't expect me to believe that you don't enjoy your work."
"I've been at it too long."
The administrator laughed as he began to pile up the cards which contained the names of the young girls who were scheduled for Henry.
"But I do believe," Henry said, suddenly and passionately, "in what I am doing I believe it's necessary and helpful."
The Administrator grinned and looked up at him from under arched eyebrows. Then, he reached over and handed him the cards. There were seven in all.
"Do you have the room prepared?" Henry asked.
"Third floor, last room on the right," was the reply and Henry left.
The room was completely bare except for a small bed and a chair. Henry looked with disgust at the sparse furnishings; it was always better when the room was done up with style. He sighed wearily; in the years on the job he had had worse experiences than absence of furniture. He isolated the first card and looked at it. It seemed to be the usual case; a young girl about fifteen, virginal. Even though sexual intercourse at an early age was encouraged there still were seemingly hordes of virgins. He pondered for a while on that paradox. Henry wished there had been a photograph enclosed, as there used to be, because he liked to try and understand the girl a little before he saw her in person. It was not a job for an unthinking man and Henry tried his best to inject a kind of intellectual passion into his work.
There was a knock at the door.
"Yes?"
No answer. He walked to the door and opened it slightly. The girl was standing there, head down, hands hanging nervously at her sides.
"Ah, come in."
But the girl didn't move.
"Please come in, there's nothing really to be afraid of."
She raised her eyes to look at him, decided that he had a kind face, and entered. "Sit down," he said gently.
"No."
"Are you frightened."
"Yes."
Henry smiled kindly and looked at her. She was short and dark-haired with an exquisite little figure which was set off by an extremely tiny mini-skirt.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"No," she said, screwing up her face in disgust at him.
"Well, they never do at first."
He took the satchel and placed it on the bed. Opening it, he removed one bean and cradled it in the palm of his hand. Then he took the satchel and stored it safely on one corner.
"You'd better undress," he said softly but firmly.
"Must I?" Her voice had lost its arrogance. Now it was the voice of a small child, about to enter a world where her subconscious had lived for lo, these many years.
"I'm afraid you must."
With trembling hands she began to remove her clothes until she stood before him, blushing furiously, her face averted.
Mentally, he took stock of her. He could tell that she would not be easy; she was too tight. She seemed to be the young virgin incarnate every pore in her body tense from the anticipation of rape. But there would be no rape and he smiled as he thought of this.
He undressed in front of her, exhibiting his still young body without shame. It was a necessary part of his job to remain physically fit and he prided himself in the fact that there was not an ounce of extra fat on his body. "Are you ready?"
Her only answer to his question was to begin to cry. He liked her, he liked the way she tried to be calm until the last moment and then broke into tears. She touched something in him, perhaps it was all the years of seduction without love.
Walking behind her, he brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. The flesh was sweet to the taste although there was a layer of nervous sweat over her body.
"It will be nice," he promised her.
She dropped her head further to take her neck away from his touch. Firmly, he pulled her head back and began to stroke her neck with both hands.
"You can't fight me," he said, "above all, you can't fight me."
The girl relaxed a bit, enough for him to bring his hands over her front and cup both of her breasts.
He began to squeeze her breasts gently, trying to get the blood to circulate. She was stiff and afraid but he kept whispering soothing things in her ear. Slowly, very slowly, she allowed herself to enjoy his touching her, to allow herself to feel the expert passion in his fingers as they stroked her adolescent mounds.
Henry Diggs felt something, something he had never felt in his deflowering career. Those tender virginal nipples seemed to be beckoning him, but they were all hard and he felt savaged, threatened by them. The beads of perspiration were forming on his upper hp. He brought his hands away, quickly, trying to get hold of himself. But leaning over her, he could still the bright points calling to him.
The bean was in his palm. As per instructions he brought it quickly to his lips and bit through the outer shell. The jelly-like substance flowed out and he caught it in his hand.
Then he applied it to his lips. His lips would be the applicator.
Moving in front of the chair his eyes devoured the young thing. What was happening to him? He felt none of the abstraction that usually accompanied the job. He wanted to be with her. Bending down, he opened his mouth and plucked one of her nipples. She cried and then emitted a low steady moan as he applied the aphrodisiac.
Then he moved to the other breast, sucking on the tender point until it stood erect and quivering.
He moved back from the chair, breathing heavily, watching her.
The substance began to seep into her nipples. He watched her face slowly change from that of an innocent your creature afraid and unsure of herself to a sex-ridden, nymphet.
He smiled to himself as he watched her, remembering the matter-of-fact attitude of the old woman who had escorted him through the greenhouse.
The girl was off the chair and coming toward him. Every part of her body seemed to be caught up in the fury of the aphrodisiac.
As she approached him, he reached down and plucked another bean from the bag. The sight of her coming close, her body aching to be touched, to be penetrated, sent shivers up his spine. Quickly, he bit into the bean and collected the fluid in his hand and then brought it down to his penis. It was beginning to grow hard, to register the closeness of her body. For a moment he hesitated, thinking himself foolish for going against all rules of his job which more or less required detachment.
He spotted her sweet flower, nestled between her legs and without further ado he began to rub the substance on his column, coating it thoroughly and rubbing the remainder to his globes.
She was right next to him. He took her hand and guided it to his column.
"Rub," he said.
She needed no further invitation, being clit up in a lust she could not control. Her hands were like two flames, racing up and down the skin, burning him with her friction. The aphrodisiac began to move into the blood stream and he felt that her fingers were exquisite feathers, bringing him joy after joy.
She kneeled before him.
"Yes, yes," he murmured to her, forgetting everything including the reason he was there.
Her tiny virginal mouth opened and he could see the pink tongue lying in the cave, like an insect ready to take its first flight to eternity.
It slipped in her mouth gently, pausing for a moment at the lips. She circled it with her lips for a moment and made a tiny mark on it. Then it moved through and he felt her body shudder as the entry was accomplished. She began to dance on it with her mouth, moving her lips back and forth over it, coating it with her saliva, letting her tongue flick it and play with it from end to end. Henry could scarcely stand; he had never experienced anything like it.
He slipped into the rhythm, bringing his penis deep in her mouth and then pulling it back, putting it in and pulling it halfway out.
"Faster," he cried to her and they both moved like a pair of hounds fleeing some unseen terror.
The room seemed to explode with their fury until he pushed her away. She stood there, her mouth open, her arms outstretched as if the very source of life had been taken from her.
He pointed to the bed. She walked quickly there and sat down, waiting for him. She was nn longer the frightened child. She wanted, even needed the penetration. He pushed her gently back and kissed her vagina as she spread her legs for him.
Then he climbed on her and in one great convulsion of her body, rammed his column into the steaming virginal flower.
Her body seemed to crumble with the impact and she screamed once, a high, terrible scream, until it faded away and was replaced with a low, continuous moan which seemed to rise in intensity as the rhythm of his pumping went faster.
Their tongues were together, flicking at each other, hysterical in their rage. He rammed it into her, no longer thinking of her innocence, thinking only of satisfying the terrible desire he had. His penis was burning as it plunged into the darkness, into the tight little world of her flower and she was opening for him, wider and wider, until her small body was almost acrobatic in its position. He rammed again and again, grinding her buttocks to send the screw of love up into the child.
He felt his body stiffen and then he shot it into her the hot seed of his love, deep into her and she fell back exhausted.
The aphrodisiac completely worn off, he became bemused at what had happened. When the girl raised a passionate arm to him, he chastised her:
"Don't be foolish my child, get dressed and leave. I have others."
As she walked out the door and he prepared for the others, he made amental note not to use the aphrodisiac on himself. It was too dangerous, he thought, particularly for a man of my age. He grinned at the last thought as someone knocked on the door.