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"Fuck," I winced, as the boy put his thing inside my place. It hurt. But I survived Quantico. I bled sweat and sweat blood. I can take a little membrane widening by some tool's tool.

Ever since I was little, I had no interest, whatsoever, in the sexual realm of things. I never masturbated, I never put a hairbrush up my snatch or whatever the other little girls claimed they did. That was disgusting. That was where pee came from. Pleasure was gotten from reading, from studying, from exercise even, and not self-given by underhanded means, underhandedly.

"Amber Wilkins is a tease" someone once said. No. I dressed conservatively. I covered up. But still, I was attractive enough to get unwanted attention, from all sorts of spheres. I broke a man's hand at my prom for getting a bit frisky. That's the last and only date I ever had. I found a group, in college, that shared my distaste for all things to do with sex. We were Ace. Asexual. And proud of it. We fought against pornography. Prostitution. "Free" love. All the things that degraded women, and men, as mere objects, like the hairbrushes of my youth, only good for self-gratification.

When I joined the FBI, it was to stop the worst of the sexual offenders. The child hunters. The **** peddlers. The sex slavers. That journey of justice led me to the EDP task ****, where I hit a brick wall in trying to stop the worst of the offenders who could get away with ungodly things in the name of disease prevention.

And that is how I find myself, under this teenage boy as he plows into me atop the floor of the tent. He's trying desperately to get me to cum, as I yawn in disrespect. I half-cock a smile as he finally gives up and ejaculates. I tied my tubes as soon as I turned eighteen, but there's still a good chance that it won't prevent a pregnancy from him. The only thing I hate more than sex is children, and working with sex predators, I didn't want to chance a **** baby. An EDP baby is a little different, but there are plenty of ways of preventing it from coming to term, or barring that, removing the baby from my presence never to be seen again.

"What was that about?" he says, breathing heavy as he exits me. I get up and reach between my legs.

"I can't be a virgin if I'm in your harem," I said, looking at the minute amounts of blood mixed in with his overactive sperm from betwixt my legs. "This is to cover all bases."

"Harem?"

"Yes. Keep up." I didn't bother to redress as I pulled up my plans on the laptop. "I need you to contact the Triads downtown and offer to sell me. That's how we get in, and that's how we'll find your mother, sister, and whoever else."

"Wh-where are they?" He asked nervously, not sure about this plan.

"Let's find out." I reassured the young kid, feeling bad for the first time about dragging him into all this.