Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2017 18:46:19 -0500 From: steamgene@cox.net Subject: After The Experiment: Above and Beyond #34 After The Experiment: Above and Beyond # 34 Author's note. This story is a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. by Larry Marian Ten minutes before afternoon announcements, Madam Gallant, the art teacher looked up from her computer. "Madamoseille Jefferson, would approach the desk, please?" Paige looked up from the final touches of a portrait in oil of Mason, done from the photo clipped to her easel. "Yes, Madam," she said, wiped her brush, dipped it in cleanser, then wiped it again. She got up, avoiding the seven other students and walked up to the desk on the platform. "I have a message from the principal for you. You and your two friends are not to walk home, but to meet at the flag pole and wait for your mothers. Apparently you three meet at your friends' lockers." "Yes, ma'am." "Be sure to inform them that all of you are to meet your mothers at the flag pole. Okay?" "Yes, ma'am." "Don't worry, child. It doesn't sound like trouble for you!" She smiled - a most uncommon expression on her face. "Ma'am, around our houses, no telling. Thank you, Madam Gallant." So as the release bell rang, Paige hurried to her locker, made the necessary changes for homework, and headed to the other end of their first block section to find Jenna and Mason in quiet conversation. "MJ says that Edith is back home and she can go see her," Jenna said. "Good. Oh, hi, Paige." Mason's lips puckered in their secret in school kiss. "Ready to go home?" "I got a message via Madam Gallant to tell you two that we are to meet our moms at the flag pole and not to walk home. Other than that, `I know nothink!" She grinned and returned the secret kiss. "Parents and adults! Do they take classes on how to ruin a teen's life?" Jenna asked. She lowered her voice. "Next thing you know we'll have to put clothes on for supper!" The other two gave low chuckles and walked towards the front door, not the side door. Outside they scanned the drive for the Jefferson mini-van or the Adams SUV. This time the Adams family won and soon the three scrambled into the back to see both moms up front. "So what's going on?" Paige asked. "We don't know, Paige, Mom Adams responded. "We just got messages today asking us to please pick you three up after school, get your ID badges if you don't have them with you - Mason - I can't find yours - and come to Corporate headquarters. "I have mine in my backpack, Mom," Mason said. "I have the girls'. Same place I'd have put mine, if I'd had a Corporation Agent III Class ID badge when I was 13," Ms. Jefferson said, looking back at the three. She smiled. "Oh, Mom!" came from the two girls. Fifteen minutes later the SuV pulled up to the gate and Ms. Adams rolled down the window. Paige, who was right behind her, put her badge out her window. The guard looked at it, blinked, and said, "Name, please." "Jefferson, Paige S., Agent III Class." "We have messages to come to headquarters with our children," Mom Adams said. "You vouch for the others?" the guard asked Paige. "Jenna and Mason can show you their IDs. Of course I vouch for our moms," Paige responded. "Okay. Park in visitors, I think." As they drove away from the gate, Mom Jefferson said, "That was interesting." "Yeah. I think our kids rank us here..." Mom Adams said. "You'll never be ranked by us," Jenna said. Mom Jefferson turned and gave Jenna a swift hug. "That is so sweet, Jenna." Mason and Paige rolled their eyes as the SUV parked and the five got out of the vehicle and walked to the main entrance where a short questioning brought a guard/escort to them for a short walk to a comfortable waiting room. Before the five had a chance to settle down or even for Paige to pull out her first homework, a young man with a badge on his gray jacket entered through another door. "Agents Jefferson, Adams, and Grant? And guests? Please follow me," he said and held the door open as the five trooped in. "Why do I think I'm the driver?" Mom Adams said quietly. "We're in their territory," Mom Jefferson responded. "Please walk in here," their escort said, as he held a door open for them. They entered a spacious room with comfortable easy chairs and couches facing a low platform with a desk and a table with a computer and a couple of audio-visual instruments, facing a wall with a whiteboard, a display screen, and a simple school chalkboard. On the platform were three men and two women, all in lab coats. Jenna led the procession and entering her face lite up, her arms stretched out and she ran to the platform. "Doc Mom! Doc Mom! What are you doing here?" Behind her came Paige and Mason, equally undignified. "Children!! I'm glad to see you. So very glad. But remember who you are. We are here with some very serious business. Now, remember your manners and introduce us to your mothers! Now." "I'm sorry, Doc Mom," Paige said, stepping up to assume being AIC. "Mom Jefferson, who is Mom to Jenna and me, and Mom Adams, who is Mason's mom, this is Doc Mom, our mom at Corporate Headquarters. Moms, please meet Doc Mom." "Well handled, Paige," Mom Adams whispered. "So, are you a medical doctor?" "No. Education and sociology. But corporate thought I might help with this mission. Would you please make yourselves comfortable. Let me introduce Doctors Smith and Davidson and Colonel Lee and Officer Davis. They have asked me to let you know why you are here and why we think one of us can help bring some very nasty people to justice. "One of the things the Corporation is trying to eradicate is pornography in all its forms. We especially detest the exploitation of children. We are on the trail of a very ugly group of child porn producers and think we can find, capture, charge, and sentence them to long prison terms, perhaps for life - though knowing the general prison population, that might not be too long." "Umm, Doc Mom - didn't we see porn during our experiment?" Mason asked. "Thanks, Mason. I know you were going to ask that. Did you see sexually explicit films? Yes. Did you see porn? Well, let's see. Slides, one through four, please." At that the lights dimmed and one the screen came a picture first of "David," then "Venus di Milo," then a photo of three children on a nude beach building a sand castle, and finally, also on a nude beach, a photo of six teens playing volley ball. "Okay. Is this pornography?" There was a bit of muttering and then a soft chorus of "nos" from both moms and teens. "Okay. How about this?" The screen darkened and then came a picture of two young teen girls and a teen boy, all totally undressed, in a white room, on a large bed. The boy had his arms around one of the girls. "Are you sure?" he said. "Yes. Are you?" she responded. "Okay, Helen," he said and the two rolled on the bed, him on top, her below him, her legs spread and her knees raised. "Ah," he breathed. "Oh, Jim. You.... OUCH! OH, We did it. " "Great," the other girl said. "So, Moms- and agents - is this pornography?" Mason laughed. "I don't think so. This is real. This is how... " "You and Paige made love the first time," Mom Adams said softly. "I almost wish you'd shown that segment." "Yes. I've heard some talk among the three," Mom Jefferson said. "But I don't think that was porn. But what is the point?" "Okay, let's look at this." The screen darkened and then a room came into view. The room looked a bit dingy, with a strange bed or table in the middle. Off to one side were two people, a man and what seemed to be a young girl. "Okay. So you want to get away from your family and go to Hollywood and be a star, right?" "Yes. My step-father just won't leave me alone. If you can get me into Hollywood, that would be great. " The girl had red blond hair in a pony tail, and wore a white loose top and jeans and sneakers. The man said, "Okay. I'll give you a screen test. If you do okay with this, we'll do you a first test. This will pay you for the test. You may make five or six hundred dollars. This that okay? The first part pays nothing. It just lets you get to the paying test. Okay?" "Sure. What'd do you want me to do?" "Okay, look towards that camera and move towards it. Yes. Now take off your top." "My top?" "Yep. Now or never. The door is to your right or take off your top." "Oh. Well, okay." With that the girl slowly pulled her white top up and off, revealing a plain white bra. "Good. Now the bra. What size are your boobs?" She looked at him, then reached behind and her bra came loose. "It's a 30A." She dropped it to the floor and he came up to her to pinch both nipples and cupped one breast. She flinched. "Nice," he said. "Just don't flinch." This is pure pornography," Mom Jefferson said. "Who would watch this?" Mom Adams asked. "Too many people with too much money," Doc Mom responded. "Okay kid. Sit on this bed and take off your sneakers. Then drop your jeans." The girl looked a little startled but sat on the bed and removed her shoes. "This is going to get me into the movies or TV?" "Kid. Most performers started out in fuck films. It's the fastest way to get away from your step father. So let's get `em off, okay?" /she fumbled for a second but the jeans came off to reveal a pair of white cotton panties as she kicked the jeans off her feet. "Almost there, kid. Smile for the camera and pull off the panties and stand up. Yep." as her panties came off, revealing a hairless mons venus." The screen went dark. "Any reason to watch more?" "I don't think so. I really don't want to even think about what happens to that poor little girl, " Mom Jefferson said, "Yeah. But I think one last segment is in order. " The screen brightened again and the young girl lay on the bed on her back, surrounded by six adult men, three white, one black, one who looked Asian, and one brown skinned with an Indian war bonnet on his head. The girl had one man between her legs, obviously screwing her while she had the cock of another in her mouth. The other four were masturbating and just then a stream of sperm shot from one prick to land on the girl's breast. At that the one whose prick was being sucked withdrew his and the first blast of sperm hit her square in the face. Another shot of sperm hit her belly while the guy standing behind her hit the top of her head and forehead. The man between her legs withdrew and his sperm covered her pussy. The last to cum shot and hit her face. All six continued to ejaculate as the screen darkened again. "This is what we are trying to eradicate," one of the males in a lab coat said. "This is why you have been asked to come." "That is so gross," Jenna said. "Sex is wonderful. That is horrible. Poor kid. I hope she's okay." "She's a lucky one. She's been rescued and is with a loving foster family," Doc Mom said. "Her step father is in jail awaiting trial for a number of counts and her mother has filed for divorce and is trying to make a home so the girl can return to her mother. " "That's good. But I think we've been asked to come here and see this filth for a reason," Paige remarked. "That is correct, Ms. Jefferson," Colonel Lee said. "May I call you, Paige? And Jenna and Mason?" "Sure, for my part. I see Jenna and Mason nodding. Sure," Paige said. `It just so happens that this kiddie porn group has settled here - or in a town close to here. They pick up a kid at the bus station, befriend the kid, and take them to the town and con them into what they think is a screen test and then film a porn short like you see. They like teens and tweens, mostly girls, but a few boys. It all happens very rapidly and then the kid is put on a bus believing they are going to Los Angeles but are dumped in some small town about two hundred miles away, where the police normally soon find them. "We want somebody to act as the bait for a sting operation to catch them red handed. It does involve some danger, but we have some excellent communication devices to keep that person in constant contact with both the protection team and the evidence gathering team. "You three became prime candidates for this operation for a number of reasons. We think we have narrowed it down to you, Paige, if you are willing to accept this assignment. Before you say yes or no, let me detail a few things. First, you will be given a necklace with a locket and a bracelet, both of which are miniature GPSrs and radio transmitters. It seems they like the girls to have some girlish jewelry on them so their taking them off of you would be abnormal. Second, a third, somewhat larger GPSr/transmitter will be placed in a body cavity. After the mission it will be easily removed from you. If any one of these stops operating, the protection team, which is also the arrest team, will assault at once. Your chances of being injured are quite low. What do you think so far?" "If you think I'm the one, I'm willing. But what about school?" "Ah. The prep for the mission will all take place after school. The actual sting will begin on a Friday night so hopefully by Sunday afternoon or evening, the operation will be over and this group will be behind bars and you will be back with family and friends. Now, as I said, they prefer tweens or young teens - no more than 14 if possible. The younger you look the better. Can you put your hair in braids?" "Sure. And, as long as Mom and Dad are okay, I'll do this. If what happens is what happened to that poor girl, I sure hope there is a shower close by." "Based on several debriefings, the victim is cleaned up at once. Unfortunately, you can count on at least a cum shot. " "Ugh! Why not me?" Mason asked. "Well, to begin with, they prefer girls. Next, it just so happens, and you know this, your girl friend is highly ranked in her age group for tae kwan do. I know for a fact that she once defeated a 25 year old man when she was just 12. This is a bit personal, but she has a uterus and you don't. You could only have two commo/tracking devices. " "Oh. Well, if she wants it." "Okay. I'm a mother, even if I'm Mason's mother, not Paige's, but I'm close to her. How dangerous is this for her?" "Hard to say. But I'd say trying to cross a street down town during rush hour is more dangerous than doing this. The protection team will have a battering ram like a SWAT team carries and will be armed. Wherever they take Paige there will be two members very close by - say a minute with the rest of the team there within five. When it's clear that the filming is about to come to an end, the entire team will strike. "So, mothers - what do you say? If Paige volunteers, will you agree? I say mothers because we have the birth mother, a foster mother, and the mother of the presumed husband to be." "What about me," Jenna said. "I have a uterus." "You do. You also look closer to 15 than 13 and Paige looks closer to 12 than 13, especially with some minor changes. Again, this bunch doesn't like their subjects young - they like them very young. " "Why aren't you asking the fathers as well?" Ms. Jefferson asked. "Because we think they will be easier to convince than the mothers. "If I had not seen that totally disgusting film and that poor little girl, I would say no. But I have trust in my daughter. If she wants to volunteer, she has my blessing. " "I'm here. If I didn't trust Paige to be able to do this, I wouldn't be here. Doc Dad is for it. " "It's up to Paige. " "If Paige volunteers, I want to be part of the protection team," Mason said. "I know I'm young, but I want to help protect her." "You are sweet, Mason. I look at that poor little girl and what they did to her. I have to help prevent that. I volunteer." "Good. Okay. Let's get one thing out of the way now. Paige, if you would go with Dr. Smith and Officer Davis to an examining room where they will need you to disrobe, " Colonel Lee said. "Why not here? It's not like half of the people here have seen me undressed. I'll bet Doc Mom has seen me nude more than she's seen me in clothes. And if I'm going to be seen by men I do not know who are going to have me perform intercourse and fellatio and ejaculate on me, why should I worry about friends?" "If you want, but come up here so you can sit in this chair," Colonel Lee said. He pointed to an empty chair, which he promptly turned around so the back was to the "audience." Paige stood up, pulled off her top, handed it to Mason and kicked off her shoes. The rest of her clothes quickly followed and she walked up to and stepped on the platform. "Okay, Paige, sit in the chair," Colonel Lee said. "By the way, I'm a gyn as well as a communications specialist. That's why they don't call me doctor. " With that he and Officer Davis donned surgical gloves. "Okay. The first thing we're going to do is to shave your pubic hair, first with an electric razor and then with a blade razor. Tomorrow morning when you wake up, use the brush inside this bottle and apply it where ever you normally have pubic hair. This will inhibit growth for two weeks. If our quarry has not snapped at the bait by then, apply it one more time. After a month, we fall back on plan B. " "What's plan B?" Paige asked. "We don't know yet." "So why are you going to shave me?" "To make you look younger. Your story is that your breasts began their development first, but not your pubic hair." "Like me," Jenna spoke up. "Like Jenna," Mason said. "Children," Doc Mom barked. The buzz of a small electric razor cut into the comments as Officer Davis obviously began to shave while Colonel Lee spread a white barber's drape on the floor under Paige. He left and two minutes later returned with a steaming basin and a towel. Several minutes later the two stopped and took a small box out of a bag, opened it, and showed the contents to Paige. "This looks something like an IUD and we'll plant it like one. We have to do this now to insure it works. Once we test it, we will turn it off, so any plots you have with your friends to riot in your school will be broadcast - but - no receiving station will be until two hours before the mission begins. Now, take your thumb and first finger and spread your vaginal lips, please. Yes. Okay. You may release them now. The device is planted. "You can get up and get dressed now." Paige stood up and turned to go for her clothes. As she did, first Mason, then Doc Mom, and then the others also stood up. * * * * * * * * Three weeks later, about 8:30 in the evening, Paige stepped off the bus she had caught an hour ago and twenty or thirty miles away. She wore faded and ragged jeans without a belt, scruffy, dirty cheap tennis shoes, a boy's flannel shirt with a flapping breast pocket and carried a back pack, maybe a bit too large for a school book bag. Peeking out of the top flap was the nose of a teddy bear. Her blond hair was in two braids, each with a pink ribbon at the end. Once off the bus, she slung the pack over her shoulders and entered the terminal and found a seat where she could see the arrivals and departures. From a side pocket she drew out a small, ragged purse and looked at it, then pulled out a ticket and examined it. A few minutes later a well dressed man walked calmly up and said, "Good evening, young lady. May I sit here? " "Sure. Why not?" she responded. She shook her bracelet. "I'm Pastor James Keefe," he said. "Are you traveling alone?" "Yes. I want to go to Hollywood and get discovered. "I've been in school plays and even one the presented at the VFW hall where I live. It was "Alice in Wonderland" and I was Alice." Pastor Keefe smiled. "That's a hard vocation to enter. Many are called, but few are chosen. But there are ways to receive help. So when does your bus come?" "Not for a long time. I don't have much money. In fact, I haven't had a bite to eat since I left home day before yesterday." "Oh. Well, look, let's walk down to the McDonald's and I'll buy you a meal. Okay?" "Oh, gee. Thanks, Mr., er, ah, Pastor. I'm sure it's okay if you're a pastor. " So Paige shouldered her pack and walked beside Pastor Keefe where he bought her the medium sized meal and watched as she almost gulped the food. In fact, here Paige wasn't acting. Like she had the last two weeks, her last meal had been at school on Thursday, so she hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. As she attacked her food, she smiled at the man who said he was Pastor Keefe. "Thanks so much. I wish I could pay you back," she said as she swallowed the last french fry. "Well, perhaps you can. And perhaps I can help you. I'm also a theatrical agent and, since you will be here for several hours, perhaps I can arrange a test shot of you to send out to various film and tv companies looking for new, young talent. But tell me, uh - you never have told me your name." "It's Jenna. Not Jane. Jenna. My great grandmother from Hungary. People ask me about it all the time." "Well, Jenna. Let's be honest. Why have you run away from home and how old are you?" "Uh. How do you know I've run away from home?" "In my work, I learn things like that. But - the back pack. Your clothes. No money. A cheap ticket for a bus that stops every thirty miles. Maybe even your stuffed animal comforter. So why did you run away from home. And, how old are you?" "Uh. My step brother. He's 15 and he does things to me. Since I was ten and he was 13. I'm afraid to tell on him `cause my step dad would probably beat me for lying on him. " "So you're 12?" Paige nodded her head. "He's abused you? Sexually?" Again she nodded her head and blinked her eyes several times. "Well. I want to help you. Come with me to my studio. We'll do a few test shots and if they look okay, I'll see if I can get my crew together for a short action. What I'm going to do is this. If the test shots look okay, I'm going to pay you $50. If the short action is good, well, how does $100 for every major actor except you? BTW, this is a set scene and there are normally six other actors on the set. So you leave here for California with at least $650 and a DVD to show agents and talent scouts. How does that sound?" With that, Paige jumped out of her seat, rushed around the table and hugged the older man. "That would be fantastic." "By the way. Do you have a cell phone?" "No. I had to sell it. I got $10 for it. "That's a shame. Well, $650 to start will help for sure. Ready to go try?" "Sure. Can I get a drink refill?" "By all means." "Son of a bitch," Doc Mom muttered at the radio. "Doc Mom! I've never heard you cuss. Ever. Even when I lied to Susie," Mason said. "Mason. I was once one of the first Marine Corps field artillery officers in a firing battery. It's not an afternoon tea party there. " "Oh. I guess that explains the hearing aide." "Yep." Pastor Keefe led Paige to an older Cadillac in fine condition and had her climb into the front seat with him. He started the car, leaned over, and patted her on her inner thigh. "This won't be too long," he said as they drove off. Paige noted almost at once that he was not driving anywhere like in a straight direction. In fact, he passed her middle school twice, but all she did was make comments on how big the city was and she didn't know. Finally he pulled up to a house, set back from the trees and mostly dark. "Don't forget your backpack," he said as he opened the door for her. He guided her up the path to the back door, unlocked it, and entered, turning on the kitchen light as he did so. Then he led her downstairs into the basement and what Paige recognized as a studio - the same one as she had seen in the porn short, including the table/bed the girl had laid on. There were two cameras on tripods and several hand held ones, as well as lights and boom mikes. "Okay. Here we are, uh, Jenna. Just put your pack over on that table while I make a phone call. "Okay, Pastor Keefe," she said and took a long drink from the coke she'd poured herself. She heard bits and pieces of his short call. "Yep. Young, blond. Yep. Step father. Love `em. Get the crew ready. I'm gonna shoot in about ten. I'll give come on in a half hour I hope. Lock the doors after we get six studs. Yep." He turned and smiled at Paige. "Okay, Jenna. Now we see if you have what it takes." He picked up a hand held video and turned it on. "Go stand by that couch, to the side of it, okay?" "Sure. I guess I don't look my best in these clothes. I have better in my pack." "That's okay. We're gonna take care of that in a minute. Okay. You look great. Now smile and unbutton that shirt, take it off, and just drop it on the floor." "Huh? You're a pastor."
 "I am, kid. And I pastor in strange ways. So look, either take off the shirt or walk up the stairs and find your way back to the bus station." Paige hid her smile. The station was four blocks away. Once outside, at least they could bust this "Pastor" Keefe." Paige shrugged her shoulders, smiled, unbuttoned the shirt, slipped it off and dropped it on the floor as the camera ran. "Good. Keep smiling. Reach behind, unhook your bra and slowly drop it. Yeah. You got it now, kid. Yep. Hey. Nice nips." He reached out, cupped each breast and tweaked each nipple. "You're 12?" "I started my boobs when I was maybe ten and a half," she said. "Bastard," Mason breathed. "I'd like to get..." "Mason. Be cool. We can't take you in if you can't be professional," said the guy next to him, dressed in black, a ballistic shield on his front and an Uzi lying in his lap. "So what size boobs do you have now?"
 "I have a 32 B," Paige replied quietly. "Is this all?" "No kid. Turn to the side, look towards the camera, smile, and take down your jeans." Paige turned to her side but looked at him with her lip extended. "Smile kid. Think of Hollywood and the money." Paige nodded, lowered her jeans and smiled. "Good. Face the camera and take down your panties. " Paige shrugged, smiled, and pushed them down, then kicked them to her ankles and stepped out of them. "Parson" Keefe's phone rang. "Yep. This is moving fast. Come on in and get set up. Studs strip. Chief gets in costume if he's here. Lock behind you." He turned back to Paige. "Okay, kid. the crew is almost here. Quick. Turn to the wall, step back from it, lean forward with your hands on the wall, legs spread. Good." Paige felt his hand reach from the rear and his finger enter her and probe for just a bit. "Okay. Turn around. See that pillow there. Put it in front of me and kneel down on it. Yep. Okay. Undo my pants and pull them down. Yep. Boxers, too. Yep. Hey, guys. start setting up. We'll be ready in a minute or so. Yep. Ignore them, baby. They've seen this a million times. Okay. You know how to give a blow job?" "I learned when I was ten," Paige said. Thank God this is play acting and not real. I'm not lying. And I can cleanse myself when these bastards go to jail. Poor kids. With that she guided the now bare cock into her mouth. Might as well act like I know what I'm doing, "Not bad, kid. Oops. Can't go any more. Okay. Put your butt up on that narrow cot. Let your legs dangle over the end, then lie back down. I'll help you if you need help. " Paige turned to see five men getting undressed and then another just enter. "Wow. I don't want to miss the fun. Hey. New chick. Great. " "Okay. She's ready. Alright kid. Sorry we couldn't get you lubed up correctly. But Short Stroke here is. These guys are going to stand around while he does his thing. Once he starts, turn your head so you can suck Big Dick - he's the one with the Indian head dress. If you can, the guy on the other side. Just beat him off. The others will do their own. Keep smiling when you can. This is fun for you. Got it?" "I got it," Paige said. "Listen. Big Dick is gonna cum in your mouth. Don't swallow. When he pulls out, give a big open mouthed smile before the next guy comes. Got it?" Paige nodded her head." Okay. Action." Paige shook her wrist again as one guy stepped between her legs, positioned his hard cock and entered her without a word. Then the brown skinned guy, now with an war chief's bonnet on his head came right to her head as the bed narrowed. "Umm. Paleface fuck Indian. Now Paleface squaw suck Indian. Give'em me heap good blow job." Paige smiled. "Sure," she said, and took the medium size cock into her mouth, and began to bob. Her view was blocked mosty by the guy she was sucking, but looking down she saw the next guy down was standing close to her belly and masturbating. Yep. They were going to drench her with their cum. She felt the guy fucking her twitch inside and then she was sure he'd begun to cum. She felt him pull out and then a warm, wet glob landed on her belly, then another, then a last one, probably below her belly button. She looked down and saw him back away and then another guy get between her legs and push himself inside her. Remembering what the boss told her, she reached out with her right hand and felt a cock. The hand that had been masturbating it dropped and she took over. "Umm. Good," the Indian said. She felt the twitch and the first blast of his cum. But he pulled out and his three remaining shots hit her face. As the first one did, she closed her eyes but smiled with her mouth open. There was a pause and then she felt another cock enter her mouth. She swallowed and began to suck him. Another glob of semen hit her on her right breast. She shook her bracelet again. "Ah. Good," she heard a male voice say. "Yeah. Nice looking kid. Really enjoying it. Come on, cum and let me fuck her." Then a sudden loud Bang, a crash, and "FEDERAL AGENTS. BACK AWAY FROM THE GIRL AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP. UP!! The guy who had crammed his dick in her mouth suddenly began to back away. Without thinking, Paige opened her mouth as wide as she could and then bit hard. At the same time she felt the guy fucking her pull out and begin to back up. Rapidly she drew her legs back, brought them together and pushed,, hoping for his groin, but actually hitting him hard in his stomach. "Why you little bitch! I'm gonna knock your brains out!" one shouted in pain. "TOUCH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN AND I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOUR BALLS OFF AND WATCH YOU BLEED TO DEATH YOU BASTARD!" In a lower voice Paige heard. "Paige. Lie still. Don't move your body." "MOM DOC!! " But Paige lay still, other than moving her head from side to side, watching her naked tormenters getting handcuffed. A hand gently touched her shoulder. "We're the evidence team. Please just lie still while we gather samples for DNA. The assault team has already found a bathroom and shower for you when we finish. Do you want us to erect a tent around you while we do this. It won't take long." "I'm in a C.O. family now. My boy friend's family is the same. Just get this stuff off me, please. And yes, I'd love a shower as soon as I can. " As she lay there she saw four people in white clothing, three women and one man, with swabs, clothes, and even spray bottles, gather around her and begin to gather samples from the semen on her body. Another hand rested on her shoulder. "Paige, dear daughter, are you okay?" "Yes, Doc Mom. I'm fine. I just hope this is over soon. I just want a SHOWER!" "I know you do. And I wish you could be in it now. But this is important. We want to show the jury or juries that this man X ejaculated on you, a 13 year old girl. That might get him 20 years in prison. I know I'm not supposed to think this is good, but when the general population learns what he's in for, it might not be 20 days. I've talked to serial killers about pedophiles in prison. But we don't want to talk about that. "Paige Sallie Jefferson, I am so proud of you. So proud. I can't wait to hug your mom and salute your dad. Hey. I know the gathering is important and needs to be done to standard. But my daughter really needs to get this crap off her." "We're going as fast as we can, Doctor. Really. Nobody here wants to keep this lady from her shower." Another collector raised her head. "Or these bastards from their forever cells. " Paige heard some quiet laughs at that. As she lay there, there was a camera flash every few seconds. "What's with the pictures?" she asked. "Placing the ejaculant on where it landed," an older female voice responded. "We want to show the jury where each man assaulted you. DNA for the sperm. DNA for the saliva. Match. He sexually molested a 13 year old girl. Could be life for the SOB. Now, please, we're going fast to being finished and you do have a clean shower waiting for you." "Thanks," Paige said. "May I move my arms and legs?" "Oh. Yeah. We're finished with them. We're almost finished. Ah. Yes. We have all the evidence, physical and photo. You want a hand up?" Paige raised her arm. "Please. This thing is narrow!" A helping arm appeared in her sight, she grabbed it and sat up. She looked around. Over against a wall were some fifteen people, all handcuffed, some dressed and some with a poncho over them. Her "protector," looked over at her and made a face. She smiled as several people led her to the shower, the soap, a wash cloth, and several towels. The shower was hot but short. She left the shower with a towel wrapped around her, another around her hair, and a bathrobe for good measure. "Uh, I really don't want what I had, but maybe I can get dressed?" she asked. "Sure. Go up the stairs," the older lady said. So Paige did, right in front of the handcuffed men and women. As she walked through the basement door she saw Mason standing there with a bag in his hand. "Wonderful. Thank God. Thank God. Look. I've brought you decent clothes. Look, there's a room right over there you can dress in." "Oh! MASON!! OH, it's so good to see you. Please, yes. Let me get dressed!" She threw her arms around him just as the prisoners began ascending the stairs. "Go get dressed, dear," Mason said. He lowered his voice. "They told me not to call you by name. " He pointed towards an open door and a lady in what seemed a nurse's uniform standing by it. Paige walked to the open door, her hair free behind her. Five minutes later she returned, nice jeans, a blue blouse, tennis shoes, and her hair in a clip behind her. She smiled. "Okay?" she asked. "Damn straight," Mason responded. "They're taking us home." * * * * * * * * Forty-five minutes later the two lay on their sides facing each other on what was now, their bed in Paige's and Jenna's room. Jenna and Sam were in the guest bedroom. A single bedside lamp still gave off some light. "You're beautiful Paige. I love you so much. I just can't help but still be pissed over what those, those, animals must have done to you. I guess I can only kiss you and hope you sleep well." "Kiss me??? After that. Hell, no, Mason Adams. I want you to love me. I want you to cleanse me of what they did. I want to feel the boy I love inside me. I want him to rinse me out!" She reached out and cupped his balls. "You're hard as a rock, sweetie. Now start by licking my pussy clean, okay?" Mason didn't say anything, but quietly and gently shifted his body so he looked down on her spread legs. "You look funny with it bald," he said and took the first lick along her slit. It was forty five minutes before they finally fell asleep, one of his hands still on her breast. * * * * * * * * * * * Epilog The audience entering the auditorium all seemed a bit bemused by the invitation which was worded in a manner like the famous "You are cordially invited. Roll will be called" invitations to some government or military function. The fact that not only adult members, but local veterans of the Corporation's test studies were invited also seemed a bit odd. But as the last members entered, ten people walked onto the stage and took seats facing the audience. Jenna, Mason, and Paige sat together towards the middle, Mason's parents and sister on the left hand side and Paige and Jenna's parents on the right. The three teens, Agents III Class as well as test study veterans were dressed in the "uniform" of the Corporation agents, blue dress pants for Mason and pleated blue skirts for Jenna and Paige, white shirt or blouse, and a red time, looking for all the world like some school uniform. All three wore their prescribed name badge, with their correct names. The director got up and addressed the assembly for a few minutes with some sketchy description of some long range plans and goals. Then he turned to some remarks about the youth tests. "In the past, we have used some test films that come close to pornography. Several veterans have told us in out briefings that they saw no reason for such story lines. We have agreed with them in many cases and those films are being deleted. "Another reason comes from the heroic action of one of our agents. Would Agent III Class Paige Sallie Jefferson please step forward. " Paige turned to both sides of her - to Mason on her left and her father, wearing his army officer uniform, on her right, her mouth open. "Huh," she said. "They're calling you Paige," her father said. "Best go up." So she pushed her way between her row and the row in front to the aisle, where the Divison Chief Agent met her and extended his arm to march her down the aisle, across the front of the stage, up the stairs, and back to stage center. "Hi, Paige," the director said quietly. "We have a surprise for you." He picked up a small blue box from the podium while a young woman appeared with a folder. "The Secretary of Defense awards the Department of Defense Civilian Medal of Valor to Paige Sallie Jefferson, Agent Third Class, Corporation for........ for her actions above and beyond the call of duty while being part of a team with the mission to shut down and arrest a group of individuals involved in a massive child pornography operation. Agent Jefferson acted as the bait which allowed eleven members, including the ring leader, to be arrested with ample evidence to convict each member and which lead to the arrest of twenty-five more individuals. Not only was Agent Jefferson in acute danger herself, in addition to submitting to humiliation and degradation, but during the active portion of the raid was able to subdue two individuals after signaling the team to begin their raid at the most opportune time. Agent Jefferson is a credit to herself, this Corporation, and the United States of America." He stepped forward and pinned the medal on the collar of her blouse. "Congratulations, Paige," he said. "Now don't start crying and turn to face the audience." She did to see the audience leaving their seats as the applause began. She bit her lip to keep the tears back. Later that evening, after the party and congratulations, and praise from her family and best friends, she snuggled against Mason in their bed in her house. "So what did you do to subdue two of them?" he asked. "I almost bit one's dick off and kicked the other either in his gut or his balls. I hope it was his balls." "I guess I'd best not try to humiliate you." "Good idea, Mason. Now put your arms around me." If you liked this part of "After the Experiment" or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated. -- Gene