Tovah's Story

Hours ago

"Father, I brought you a late lunch," said Tovah, as she handed her father, Eli, the meal her mother had prepared for him. "A sheynem dank," he replied in Yiddish. She blushed and looked at her surroundings.

Globex was the largest insurance brokerage house in the Los Angeles area, making it arguably the largest in the world, as it insures movie studios, California politicians, the top businesses on the West Coast, and the wealthiest celebrities and personalities in the Silicon Valley, the richest people of all time who revolutionized computer and telecommunications industries. Her father, Eli Spielman, was only a local human resources rep, but one for a multi-billion dollar industry that afforded him a well-furnished home and well-to-do family life even in one of the wealthiest places to live. She took pride in her background, as one descended from Holocaust survivors to being on the up-and-up of society. She would soon enter University and from there a legal career and further the Spielman name.

"Who's this?" said Joan Rodgers, cordially, greeting the demure girl in Eli's back office.

"Mrs. Rodgers, this is my daughter, Tovah. You met her at the Christmas party."

"Oh right," she said with a possibly insincere smile. "Nice to meet you again, Torah."

Tovah subtly nodded in appreciation, as Joan turned to business.

Joan then went completely serious: "Karen Doe is here. We might want to talk about that thing we discussed."

"Oh, right. Of course. Tovah would you excuse us."

"Not so fast. Her son has apparently accompanied her. He is probably fucking the receptionist as we speak. Perhaps your daughter can keep him distracted."

"Good thinking. Tovah would you take off all your clothing please?"

Tovah's heart sunk at the idea of being nude in even the luxurious surroundings of this office building, but her father insisted. She understood better when he explained that the son was an EDP - an Erection Dependent - and would likely want to fuck her immediately. Although hesitant about breaking her religious oath and chastity before marriage, it was a necessity to fuck the poor Erection Dependents to prevent sudden illness and ****. She dutifully removed her conservative Orthodox clothing, and placed them in Joan's care. "I'll send them in here," Joan replied, carrying away Tovah's clothing as she left. She stood next to him as they entered, doing her best not to cover herself for the son's benefit.

The next few minutes was a blur. She was manhandled, fondled in places never entered before. The man, John, grew enraged and tossed her headfirst into the desk, where a mild wound formed. Then she was tossed on the desk and she was being fucked. By her father. This is what he needs, she thought, as her virginity was being ripped in twain by a very rough, but closely related, protuberance. It hurt. Her head hurt. The world hurt. And then it was over. She was flooded with her father's sperm, swimming for an end goal she hoped they didn't reach. And then it wasn't over.

She was pulled off by the neck as John and her father argue. "I'll kill her," she thought she heard him say as she stood, speechless and defiled. Her father, the man who tore her asunder, says "Okay," and her heart dropped again. And again.

****. At the hands of an EDP. She never imagined she'd see the day. But if this was needed to keep him alive, to keep him going, then perhaps it was a noble sacrifice. Perhaps she would rest in peace within the bosom of Abraham knowing her **** had meaning. This thought gave her some comfort until the world came crashing down.

The EDP frowned at the idea of killing her, but turned his sights on her father's boss, Joan. Her father, and John, and the men and some of the women in the room tore her clothing off and **** her on the floor of his office. They were all soon bloody. Was she alive? Perhaps this satiated his bloodlust. The EMTs arrived, as Tovah sat with Karen and John fucked the receptionist on her father's desk.

"Your turn," he said, as Carla rolled off the desk leaking semen. Tovah scooched back on the familiar desk and was placed in a familiar position. Her thighs still stained with the blood and cum from before, she winced as he pushed into her without any further ado, aided only by the juices from Carla.

Tovah eventually responded, perhaps involuntarily, to the penetrations being pushed onto her, and her body moistened enough to ease the increasing entries. John took pleasure massaging her tits as he witnessed Tovah's first sign of ecstasy. She was enjoying the thought of helping his disease. Of curing his dilemma. Of giving him a longer life through the use of her body. And her body reacted appropriately, unlike with her father, and she felt a euphoria unlike any she felt before. Except late at night, when no one was watching.

"John, it's important," said Karen, handing a phone to her son and lover midthrust. Tovah frowned as the feeling of joy stopped, but felt instantly worried as her paramour's face fell even further than her heart. He exited her and left the desk, on the phone with an unknown person, as Tovah looked worringly at John's still-full erection. Should she do something? Why was no one else reacting? He should really focus on cumming and not some phone call.

"Fuck," he said, his heart aching. He pointed at Tovah who got down on her knees. "I'm coming," he told the person on the other end, as he made preparations for leaving while also jacking off on Tovah's face. The drippings down her cheeks were like Manna from Heaven as she felt such relief at the thought of his now-limp dick.

She didn't mind when he pulled her by her hair and tossed her outside into a waiting car. She didn't mind when he ignored her in the backseat as he frantically discussed some dead woman on the phone with someone else. She did mind when he arrived at a hospital and ordered her to follow him inside. It wasn't so much the public nudity, she was starting to get used to that, it was the hot pavement on her bare feet and the gravel portion she had to walk through to keep up with him and his mother.

"That's a nasty head wound..."

"Yeah, whatever, Doc. Stitch her up. Now where's the body?" She was left alone to be stitched up by a doctor as John and Karen went elsewhere. He applied some small sutures and a rag to clean off her face and thighs, which she declined, as well as the offer for a hospital robe.

"I think he wants me naked," she said, quietly. "I'm a harem girl now."

"Ah, understood," he replied. "I think we have some literature to help with that." He gave her some of the usual EDP pamphlets. _So, You're in a Harem Now. Do's and Do's of Fucking a Three-Hourer. It's Not a Curse, This is Life Now! _Interesting stuff, she thought, as she perused the graphic imagery taken from real-life EDPs and their harems.

As she read the text next to a picture of a brother and sister and their newborn baby, the door burst open. "C'mon, Tovah, let's go" said Karen, her face recently washed and her urine-stained shirt removed. She tossed her a pair of hospital slippers to Tovah's delight, and they left the room.