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Janice

School was a bit of a riot, after giving my first blowjob, John had me and Ji-Yoo go to the school assembly to give my first rimjob. And, of course, he had us all strip. And stay naked for the rest of the day. And forever? I'm not sure why he thought we'd do that, but I'll keep naked just in case.

I was self-conscious about my body, but it helped when everyone at the assembly was naked. Still, standing next to the perfect Ji-Yoo made my folds and rolls stand out all the more. Class resumed after the assembly orgy, and John and I went our separate ways, with me going to Advanced Calculus and English Literature classes. Principal Mathis had grown annoyed at the disruptions caused by the naked teachers and students, sending many of the undergraduates home early, as several seniors (naked or not) left as well, but I remained and finished my studies. I got more comfortable with my nudity as the hours passed by, and almost forgot the state I was in as the final bell rang.

I grabbed my bag and hopped on the city bus home. The stares of the passengers on my naked body was deafening, but the driver just accepted it, probably after dealing with all the naked teenagers already and the growing understanding that an EDP was at play. It was fascinating watching the responses to a dramatic change in the status quo caused by his demand.

I arrived at my home and skipped quickly over the burning pavement to get inside. It helped escape the peeping neighbors, students and professors like my parents, who may have not received the notice of John's presence and just thought I was a little more eclectic now.

"You're home early," came my mom as she left her art studio. "And a little underdressed," she laughed as she saw my nudity. I was beet red, but subdued. "Trying some casual nudity?" she was always understanding and open to me trying new experiences, but I was too shy and reserved unlike her. My father walked in the door.

"Oh my..." he said. "I guess I'll leave you two ladies..."

"Relax, Jon, she's just being a bit of an exhibitionist. Right, honey," my mother was getting a little worried, as my father furrowed his brow.

"Are you okay, Jannie? Did someone touch you?" Dr. Jon DiAngelo was a big man, but mostly muscle under a large façade who would throw away his pacifist teachings to protect his only daughter.

"Well," I finally spoke up. "There's a three-hourer at my school."

Jon and Alma looked at each other in relief, as Alma hugged me, and my father got oddly close. "My baby girl's a woman, now," he said, proudly.

"And we're going to be grandparents!" my mother continued, "Right, Janice? The three-hourer fucked you?"

"Kind of. I, um, I sucked his dick. And ate, I guess, ate his ass?"

Mom nodded in understanding.

"Sounds like fun," joked my dad, as he relaxed on a nearby chair. Mom and I sat down and I told them all about John and what we did.

Ji-Yoo

School was a breeze after the assembly. Everyone wanted to talk to me to get the inside scoop on John. He was more popular now than I ever was, I joked. The sunny atmosphere made relaxing in the nude an interesting experience. I was no longer a virgin, now, and according to Mrs. Thompson, I was probably pregnant with John's baby. That's neat. My eldest sister already had a baby on the way, so she should have no qualms about raising my "bastard" after I go to college.

My parents, though, on the other hand, were very strict. From the old country, they were insistent that we not use their wealth to further ourselves. We were possibly the only multi-millionaires in this public school, and it made things tough. That's why I was a virgin, not because I ignored all the boys knocking at my door, but because I knew they just wanted me for my family's money. John, while impregnating me, I felt had no care about my money. He just liked the way I looked.

Mr. and Mrs. Park, that's all that anyone addresses them, were waiting for me when I arrived home in my birthday suit. He frowned and spoke to me in perfect Korean, and I replied in kind.

"<It's true then, you have been soiled by a kumiho? Do you carry its spawn?>"

"<Yes, Father.>", I replied, using the most dignified form of address, "<I saved a man's life by providing my body for his use. It is certain that I will now carry his child.>"

My father placed his hands in his palms, out of anger or sadness, I could not say. "<This is ruinous. You did the right thing, child, but to have you prancing around like a prostitute. The man is not even here.>"

"<We are wealthy, and I am attractive. He took a shine to me and chose me to be his first sexual experience at the onset of this terrible disease. He may arrive at any moment. I must remain ready for his use. This is what he told me.>"

Mr. Park threw up his hands. He could not quite comprehend what he was feeling. He had heard fables of kumiho and how they could seduce any man or woman with a simple look, and that their very breath made any woman, young or old, conceive a litter of children. But this was no fable, Mr. Park realized, as he watched me quietly put away my things and prepare for supper. This man had a disease, and he was glad I could help him, but I felt that he was ashamed that my future may be in jeopardy because of this.

I assisted our elderly housemaid, Yeong-hee, in setting the table. She was kindly and had raised me from birth. Sometimes, I believed my father had an affair with her, but these were whispers between my sister and I and not to be spoken in public company. It would be improper and scandalous if such things became known. She looked at me and smiled, but seemed pained by my appearance. "<Ajumma, do you feel shame about my nudity?>"

"<No, dear child. I have seen you naked many times. I bathed you before your first memory. It is just... this kumiho. It is a bad omen. He will take you away and you will never be seen again."> She frowned at the thought.

I hugged her, respectively, out of view of my family. "<I will always be with you, Ajumma. Wherever I may end up.>"

Erin

I was surprised when John didn't immediately add me to his harem after the assembly. It was pretty much a given that an EDP in high school, especially one like John so quick to fuck anything that moves, would usually start forming a harem right away. His short attention span may have saved me from that fate, but not from the fate of bearing one of his many children. Oh well.

He had asked me on a date one time, but I was a closeted lesbian, and, as sweet as he could be as a friend, was always a bit self-centered and never really picked up on any of the clues I gave in our conversations over the years. He was good at appearing to listen, but not listening itself. I don't think he even knew my last name, confusing "Johnson" with "Thompson" on multiple occassions. Anyway, he had his eyes on Mrs. Hernandez it seems, and would end up fucking her seven ways till Sunday a couple hours later.

After the assembly, I made a beeline to the showers, crowding with the other girls who had stained themselves or the lucky few (like Nichole Moray) who had been stained by John. I had no ill will towards his seed, most likely finding its location by now, but fucking me in my cunt after fucking my ass was bound to form an infection should I not get it washed away quickly. The mostly unlubricated anal sex was very painful, not that I revealed this to John, and there was a trail of red going down the drain as I washed out my ass. Luckily, Abigail Lindgren was there to help out. I tried not to let on to the attractive redhead how much I enjoyed her cleaning out my pussy (and I, cleaning out hers), but she was just gushing over how lucky I must've felt to have been fucked by John.

Somehow, though, we lost track of time. Not just me, but most of the girls in the showers and I ended up frigging Abigail as she soaped up my nethers for the nth time. School was almost over as we finally got out of our post-orgy haze and post-orgy orgy. Everyone was stumbling, still naked mind you, as I texted Ashley to tell her I'd be late and unfortunately nude. No cosplaying for awhile it seems. That's when I ran into Gwen Roberts.

Gwen

"Erin!", I said, as a bevy of naked girls moved around me.

"Gwen?" she questioned, quite oddly. It seems that Erin was a bit dazed, as we all were good friends going way back.

"Fuck, I missed the orgy," I frowned as it appeared John had ordered all the schoolgirls to remain naked after hosting a big lesbian orgy in the middle of school. I was at the community college getting some early college credit, and completely missed the fact that the boy I dated one time was now in **** need of being fucked nonstop. Erin was the only other girl I knew that he had asked on a date before, even if she turned him down, and the date John and I ended in disaster. I really regretted not putting out to him like I did my summer boyfriend, Scott. Maybe if I fucked him, he wouldn't be in this dire of a state.

I had gotten the statewide alert, and the constant phone messages from the school alerting me to all of John's doings (and the people he did). I had Erin gave me a play-by-play, and was happy to learn that he finally managed to bag and tag her as he always wanted to do. No jealousy - I'm sure he'll have his way with me in short order - just pride that us three friends can be a bit closer.

"There's something I wanted to ask you," I said to Erin, as we wandered the empty halls during seventh period. "Y-you're a lesbian, right?" Everyone knew she was a lesbian, but Erin lived with her aunt now, after being emancipated from her druggie parents, and had been seen lots of places with a girl from another school. It was obvious from a few years ago when we drifted apart where her sexuality was heading.

She glanced sideway. "Yes," she said, quieter than to be expected from a woman who just left a room full of cunnilingus connoisseurs.

"That's great! We're going to need a lesbian. I think John's just going to keep fucking around aimlessly. We need to form a harem for him. Let's pick out a couple of people he might really enjoy and then surprise him at his home."

Jana

"Jesus Christ!" I said as I entered the property of one Karen Doe, which had been reported on fire the night before and was the sight of what appeared to be upwards of 20 homicides. "This is the EDP's home?" I asked, looking at the bodies in the pool as the coroner's office also arrived to start making a full count and identifications.

"Yep. Looks like we have another Ben Dover on our hands," said Bud DeCarlo, the veteran cop that I was assigned to shadow. James "Ben" Dover was a notorious EDP serial killer from the '50s who killed over 3000 victims before dying of starvation. Most EDPs add to the population exponentially, but Dover, and perhaps this John Doe, seemed to go for the negative.

"Why are we here?" I finally asked DeCarlo, since we were beat cops and not homicide detectives, who also weren't readily apparent.

"Because, rook," he said, putting his arm around me in a way meant to project friendliness but that just creeped me out, "you're the hottest woman in the precinct. And the EDP is still here." I gulped as he pointed out the naked boy being fucked by a paramedic near the blood-filled pool.

The EMT atop the EDP greeted me as I began stripping off my clothes. The boy was in some type of **** fit, not aware of his surroundings, but with a full erection that the woman expertly squeezed until he ejaculated again within her orifice. Stains atop his body and upon her legs revealed that this was not the first time.

"The subject is apparently in a ****-induced state of hyper-euphoria. He's getting erections by the minute and needs constant ejaculation until it wears out of his system." I replaced her, Mickey Marion, as she wiped her brow with an LAPD provided towel. She must've been fucking him all night long. "It shouldn't be much longer. When he responds coherently, that's when you can slow down the fucking."

I nodded as I felt the first of his sperm flood into me. I guess my husband will be happy that I'm having a kid now. DeCarlo knelt down, and while I ignored his ogling of my gyrating body, he and I discussed theories on what may have occurred last night. Then John woke up.

Amber

I looked on my computer at the live feed from outside the tent. John Doe had no shame. He was fucking some teenage friend of his on the grass in front of the burnt out remains of his home. Fuck. I looked at the dossiers being made for this group of mostly nude girls that had discovered the carnage and called the cops. The one he was fucking was Gwendoline Roberts, a classmate of his and possibly ex-girlfriend. The others, Erin Johnson, Ji-Yoo Park, Janice D'Angelo, were all from the same class. Live audio from Officer Sheridan's microphone revealed that they had formed a harem to fuck John when they arrived to find what happened here.

What did happen here was obvious. Someone had taken advantage of the orgy, a common EDP orgy (although this was a bit more familiar than most), to attack and take away a few for slaves. They were hoping to peg it on John so they could get away with it. I fully expected some documentation from the ringleader to come forth, probably with John's signature, proclaiming that all they did was at his ****-fueled behest. It sickened me.

I looked at my laptop. Ace Pride, I smiled at the sticker on the side. This thing hasn't seen a single stitch of pornography. Sex did not, could not interest me. Why the FBI saw the need to stick me on the EDP Task **** I could not comprehend, but I did my job well. Watching some teenage boy fuck some teenage girl, or some teenage girls fuck each other, or any combination thereof, held no meaning to me. I viewed it all analytically and aloof.

But the massacre itself had already been traced to the Triads. John had no connection to them. Neither did Ji-Yoo Park (we checked right away). Cameras from nearby neighbors and stalkers had caught the Triad vans come in yesterday afternoon and shoot up the place and start the fire. The count had been completed. Of the thirty-three present, eighteen had been killed, and fourteen were unaccounted for, with John as the only survivor under surveillance.

I looked at my list, crossing off those who were now known to have died. James "Big Jim" Rhone was a surprise addition. He was a prime suspect, with his former biker gang connections having affiliations with the Triads. Yet he was found with his face blown off near the front of the house. A betrayal, perhaps. I crossed his name off the list and looked at my notes:

Likely Slaves:

• BIGHORSE, Shelley (aged 20)
• CAMERON, Justice (aged 23)
• DOE, Karen, formerly SMITH (aged 39) - EDP's mother
• DOE, Cindy Crawford (aged 20) - EDP's sister.
• DOE-ROWLANDS, Jamie (aged 20)
• JOHNSON, Laura (aged 19)
• KANE, Sophia, formerly SMITH (aged 43)
• MICHAELS, Elise (aged 18)
• ROWLANDS, Tawny (aged 20)
• RHONE, Diane, formerly DOE (aged 40)
• RHONE, Hazel (aged 20)
• WINSLOW, Heather (aged 25)

Likely Culprits:

• DOE, Francis J. (aged 48) - Career criminal, likely ringleader. EDP's father.
• SMITH, Chester (aged 19) - Whereabouts unknown. Either kidnapped or in cahoots with Francis Doe

The **** of former state politician Arnold Smith puts this under a microscope, and means that this is more than just another EDP-related orgy massacre. This needs to be solved. Some of those slaves need to be rescued, preferably Smith's two daughters and granddaughters. I knew what I must do.

I removed my clothes and opened the tent, interrupting the boy as he fucked his teenage mistress. "Get the fuck in here. Now!" I ordered, to his confusion, as Officers Sheridan and DeCarlo helped him up and pushed him into the mobile command center.

He will fuck me and put me into his harem, and that's how I, Amber Wilkins, FBI, will take down these Triads and solve this case.