Description: In the early years, before the full extent of the Jezebel Virus was known or even considered a plague, the condition was called Female Hyper-Sexuality Syndrome. People adjusted to this new lifestyle in their own ways, but certain societies moved forward to embrace this new tomorrow.

Note: The University setting is loosely inspired by the work of Sue Hirogari.







Prologue

Like a citadel on a rocky perch, the structure rose above the cool morning mist, red tiles lit at the top by the first rays of dawn which glanced off its stark white flank in harsh contrast with the foundation that still lay in humid grey shadow and mystery. Located in a community on the old Pacific coast, Cage University was an elite private college that owned much of the property on the little cape. The sprawling campus encompassed a fully furnished academic facility that supported on-campus dormitories, track and field sports, equestrian, an Olympic class pool, and specialized buildings for various technical disciplines and activities suitable for preparing its elite students for a well-endowed future.



The main gate was an archway in the Spanish Revivalist mode, with neatly trimmed landscaping that framed it on both sides where a short wall extended for a few meters before making way for a trimmed hedgerow that constituted the boundary. A modest forest partially hid the low rolling hills from view of the connecting road which thread its way through unincorporated county land. The dawn light gave the bleached white buildings a rosy glow that soon gave way to another startlingly bright day. Only in the cool shadows of its recesses did the carefree radiance lose its way, trapped by blind corners and shuttered porticoes.

Out of the small copse, two pink forms stepped into the morning light. The first woman, shivering from the chill, looked around nervously. The other pushed her forward until they were both exposed, fully nude, in full view in front of the main gate. Holding her arms over her chest, the older woman furtively stood in front of the back-lit signage of the university while the other set up a tripod with an SLR camera.

The younger woman smirked, “Don’t worry, it’s still early. No one will see us, sadly.” The youth was of moderate height with a full figure and butterscotch skin while the elder was pale as milk. Despite these differences, the nervous woman was quite attractive, with shoulder length locks of light brown hair, large eyes and a thin build, though not athletic. She was like a deer, ready to bolt. The bolder woman posed like an expert, wiggling her derriere at the camera which was set on video capture mode. She primped, “Baby got back. Come on professor, you have to participate, it’s the rules.”

Sighing, the older woman did as she was told, pushing up her creamy, apple sized breasts with two hands in an awkward attempt to look sexy. “I’m just not ready for this,” she complained. “How did I get myself into this?”





Chapter 1: Manufacturing Consent

Excerpt from a cable news channels special report sometime in the Future:

VO Narration: This was Dr. Lane’s last public interview before she was forced to resign from her position. Her controversial remarks galvanized public opinion in support of legislation mandating the fair and equal treatment of exhibitionists, also known as the FHS community.

“Female Hyper-Sexuality Syndrome is not a human right! It’s absurd. At best it is a medical condition that requires proper treatment. There is no historical precedent or any substantive scientific proof that the growth of this social phenomenon is anything more than a type of mass psychosis perpetuated by the government and media,” exclaims a frumpy woman as she pounds the table.

The video cuts to a teary eyed parent, “They say hyper-sexuality is a choice. It’s not! As a parent of a hyper-sexual, I was ashamed for so many years. The names, the catcalls. I realize now it’s something natural, not a sickness!”

Interviewer: “Why would someone choose to be an exhibitionist? There are many other orientations that in darker times were considered perversions, such as homosexuality. With the discovery of advanced immuno-therapy treatments, STDs are extinct. We live in an enlightened age where such primitive notions have finally been shown for what they are–“

Interrupting, Dr. Lane, visibly angry, shouts, “This is madness. Why is it that the vast majority of the so called FHS community consists of attractive women? It makes no medical sense. Ask yourselves these important questions. Why did this outbreak only occur almost immediately after the mandated public inoculation with these new immuno-therapies? Who benefits from these vast social changes?”

Interviewer: “Anti-vaccination proponents have been debunked in the past. Some would say that you are raising the specter of obsolete feminist ideology in order to oppress this new generation of youth who did not grow up in that old world. How would you answer those charges, Dr. Lane?”

“It is true that the gender gap seems to have been closed and you are correct that women now have many leadership roles once reserved for men, however, their power is an illusion. There has been a hoax foisted upon us by a group of individuals who have manufactured mass consent to this so called Second Sexual Revolution for their own purposes.”

Skeptical, the interviewer asks: “So, it’s all about some kind of vast conspiracy. Why don’t you just admit you want to call these poor victims nymphos?”

“Go ahead and laugh. Call me a conspiracy nut, I don’t care. It’s the damned truth. This interview is over. I thought you might have some shred of integrity­–“ the video cuts off at this point.

Aubrey White had been watching with interest, but her friend had turned off the monitor in the break room. She was sharing lunch with Melissa Evers, another instructor at Cage University. Melissa shook her head, “I used to respect Dr. Lane, but to hear her spout off such nonsense in this day and age.”

Aubrey nodded, but secretly she had her own doubts. She hadn’t felt comfortable about the policy changes being enacted nor the current atmosphere. She held her tongue only because she knew that her peers would look at her in scorn. Melissa knew a bit about her reserved tendencies.

Her friend softened a bit, “It will be OK, miss tenderfoot. Even if there is such a thing as this conspiracy, the world is much more peaceful now. The civil wars are over and crime is at an all-time low in the civilized world.”

She smiled in response, “I’ll get used to it eventually. As a professional, I have to adhere to the official policies of the University. Maybe I am too old-fashioned.”

“It’s just chance that our first official FHS student will be in your class, Aubrey,” Melissa patted her hand. “I know you’ll handle it like a champ. Perhaps it was fate!”

“Yes, you could be right. It’s time I faced the future,” she replied with false bravado.

Aubrey’s stomach roiled as she sat in auditorium with the gathered students and faculty. The chancellor was introduced by the University president. The chancellor was a balding gentleman in a suit that didn’t really fit him well. He mopped the sweat from his brow as he began his speech, “As you may know, today is a special day, not only as the first day of this new semester but the first day that the University operates under its new official policy of tolerance for the FHS community. We openly accept any individual, may they be a student, teacher, or faculty who is of the FHS community. We accept their right to express themselves as long as it does not directly interfere with others.



“Accommodations will be made with special breaks, sanitary accessories, and rest facilities dedicated to enable the free expression of their sexual orientation without opprobrium, censure, or humiliation unless such happens to be part of their condition. Today, we will welcome our first student, and hopefully one of many more, who will join our ranks as an equal, or submissive if that happens to be her predilection, in full and for the rest of our shared journey. Those of you have applied in advance will have received medical, liability and mutual consent clearances for interacting with our new student. Please welcome, Charlene Simmons.”

Everyone applauded, a few gasped, as a pink, naked figure walked across the stage to stand in front of a microphone positioned in the middle. Her cheeks were bright red yet she held her composure as she waited for the cheers to die down. She had slightly plump yet well-shaped natural breasts with lightly tan aureole. Her nipples were rigid and erect. Her complexion was smooth and buttery as should be expected from a healthy woman of her age and disposition. Even Aubrey was impressed by the proportions of her body, not quite as lithe as a model’s but glowing with the natural beauty of youth.

“Thank you for such a warm welcome. It’s been a long fight for this day. Mom and Dad, thank you for all the support you’ve given me up to now. I’m so excited to be able to show everyone who I really am. To be able to fulfill my deepest desires is a miracle, so please excuse me if I tear up a bit in happiness. I do not mean to upset or hurt anyone, so treat me kindly. I think if we are all honest and open with each other, we can go far to have a true, deep experience of common humanity. If you do not mind, please accept me for who I am, and I am getting incredibly horny being seen by all of you. So, without much ado…”

The nude student spread herself in a lewd posture, back arched and her plucked pubes angled forth, and began fingering her already dripping folds. The crowd rose in applause–shared with gasps and hoots. Aubrey could barely watch, but somehow her eyes were fixated on the scene as the girl brought herself to climax rather quickly. The young woman’s legs shook from sexual excitement while her eyes glittered, clearly excited by all the people staring at her. When she finished, eyes staring blankly like a sated beast, and absently licking her soiled fingers, the chancellor came up, putting his arm around her quivering waist. She rested her head against his shoulder in post orgasmic repose. The crowd applauded again. A few couldn’t hide their look of disgust but most eyes were fixated on the stage.

“Thank you all again for your understanding and patience. Today is a new day. Charlene will be having a reception party in a little bit. Follow the signs but admission is limited. We don’t want to tire out our new student on her first day, do we?” He chortled, escorting the young woman out. His hand was on her buttock as they walked away as she absently teased her own nipples with one hand. Her eyes were bright with fresh lust and anticipation.

Several weeks later, a frazzled Aubrey was once again having lunch with her friend Melissa who looked at her with concern.

“You seem pale, Aubrey,” her friend remarked. “Is everything OK?”

Shoulders hunched, Aubrey kept her voice low as she replied, “I’m at wit’s end, Melissa. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

“It’s because of the new student,” Melissa pursed her lips. “That could be bad. You might get a warning from the administration if they find out you’re not getting along with the program. This is a big deal in the media right now. They already sacked a bunch of people in other places who spoke up against the new policies. No one wants to get blacklisted.”

“I know. It’s not her fault either,” Aubrey conceded. The first few days hadn’t been too bad and it wasn’t as if she couldn’t conduct class at all but the distractions had become aggravating. “Look, I have a responsibility to my other students as well. It’s interfering with their education. I have to raise the flag.”

“Of course. I’ll back you up, but maybe you can tell me more of what has been going on,” Melissa pressed.

Aubrey summarized the major events of the past few weeks. The class had been tense with anticipation that first day, exploding in a mixture of applause, clamor, and debate as Charlene had strolled in with her shoulder bag, comfortable shoes, and nothing else. She had taken her seat with its removable cover and a box of sanitary wipes stowed underneath with as much casual aplomb as one could muster considering the situation.

Aubrey had given a brief, nervous, introductory speech, welcoming the students and an awkward reminder of the new policies. She did her best to focus on her lectures, and at first it seemed things would be tolerable. Charlene kept her special breaks discrete during the first few days, only one time gasping somewhat audibly, to the giggles of her neighbors, as she fingered herself to orgasm. However, the second week she finally requested a break during class.

She raised her hand, “Excuse me. Professor?” Aubrey paused her overhead presentation and nodded to the student. Charlene continued, reddening, “I’d like to request a formal break. It was busy this morning so I missed my early constitutional.”

Aubrey swallowed, “Certainly. You can take your leave. I’ll have the TA get some notes prepared…“

“Actually, I’d like to take it here. It’s part of my profile: I need maximal exposure.”

Blood drained from Aubrey’s face, “So, you want the other students to see you having sex?”

“Yes, and I like being called names while it happens too. I’ve got a volunteer already,” she pointed to one of the other male students who waved eagerly. His buddies patted him on his back and gave high-fives.

“OK,” Aubrey said in an audible shaky voice. “I’ll call the break now…”

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear. I’d like to do it on the podium,” Charlene pointed. “You don’t seem comfortable, I’m really sorry, but that’s the only way I can get off right now. I tried masturbating a little while ago, but it wasn’t working. If you want, you can keep teaching. A friend of mine will take my notes for me.”

“Oh my,” Aubrey said. “I guess that’s part of the policy. Try to keep the floor clean.” Sweating, Aubrey continued her lecture as the two rolled out a pad onto the raised platform next to the lectern. The boy undressed quickly as Charlene posed for the class who waved and took photos. Consternation and a bit of resentment began rising up in Aubrey as the two made a performance of their sexual relations. She doubted that anyone was really paying attention to her lecture, so she paused the presentation again as the two went into full intercourse. Charlene moaned as the boys hips slapped into her thighs. She posed her legs so that the audience could get a better view of the coitus in action.



Noticing her excitement from the exposure, the male student had her ride on his lap reverse-cowgirl with her legs splayed so that everyone could see him thrusting up into her snatch. The sides of his cock glistened with her fluids as she smiled at the crowd.



There were wild cheers, rude sexual remarks, and general bedlam as they proceeded to a sweaty climax, seminal fluid splattering across Charlene’s heaving body. By the time they had cleaned up, the break had gone over fifteen minutes and the class was nearly over.

Aubrey fumed. She had been promised that her classes would not be impacted by the new policies, yet it was adamantly clear that things were already getting out of hand. This continued escalating as Charlene became ever more aggressive in exhibiting her sexual perversions, culminating with her being walked in on all fours like a dog on a leash as a student pulled her along and another lashed her with a cane. The scene had caused immediate disorganization of the lecture as she had visited each row in this way, asking for students to smack her on her rump, fondle, manipulate the dildos stuffed into her orifices, and otherwise molest her in lewd fashion, turning the lecture hall into a bondage playroom.

Aubrey had lost total control of her students.

Melissa shook her head grimly, “I see. You’re right. That’s intolerable. How were the mid-term exams?”

“Terrible. The scores were down across the board. Guess who will take the heat for that?” Aubrey scowled. “I’m just an instructor here really, not a full professor with tenure prospects. They can replace me any time, and they know it. I have expenses. My parents aren’t doing too well. I need this job.” She looked like she was about to break down. She had other, more private, reasons for wanting to stay on that she had kept to herself.

Melissa pondered the problem seriously, “Look. Filing a complaint won’t help you. I know you don’t want to hear that from me, but it’s the reality. The admins aren’t going to sympathize with us.”

“What about the dean?”

“I saw one of her interviews. She’s fully vested into this thing and backing down will look bad. She’s a bitch too,” Melissa shook her head. “I have an idea. Have you tried to get to know the student?”

“What do you mean? Not really. It’s a large class and the TA’s handle the-”

Melissa interrupted, “No, I mean, get to know her as a person. See if you can work something out on a one-to-one level first. You probably think of her as a whore, right? That’s not productive.”

“Well, she likes being called one, that’s for sure.”

“I get it, I get it. Think of it this way. Maybe you can get her to sympathize with your position more and you can work out something that allows you to teach class and her to get her perversions off and everyone is happy.”

“I don’t know…”

“Just try first before escalating the problem. You still have the rest of the semester to get their scores back up. Remember, you’re an educator first.”

“All right. I’ll give it a shot, but I have no idea what we’d talk about. We have nothing in common.”

The following week Aubrey was sitting at a café only a few blocks from campus. Max, her favorite barista, brought her a cup of her favorite blend and a warmed cookie.

“Thanks, Max,” she smiled.

“You seem tense, so the cookie is on the house.” He winked and went back into the shop. Aubrey was sitting in the little patio next to the café. Music was piped through hidden speakers in the eaves of the veranda that shaded the area from the sun. She’d arranged a meeting with her troublesome student. When heads turned, Aubrey knew the girl had arrived. They made a brief, awkward greeting before the nude girl set down her carryall and the bottle of mineral water she had bought from the café before coming to the patio. After taking out a little cushion from the carryall, she perched on the chair, snapped open the sweating bottle of chilled water, took a quick drink from it, and finally looked in Aubrey’s direction. She had really wanted to make things work but things had rapidly turned south.

“I’m sorry, Ms. White, I thought you’d be used to this by now,” Simmons thrust her chest out a bit, as if in challenge. She had a habit of teasing herself, like a preening animal, on a regular basis. She did this now, playing with her own nipples without seeming to realize that it was irritating the instructor across from her.

“You don’t seem very sorry,” Aubrey said, embarrassed by the sharpness of her tone. “No, I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s OK. I’ve heard much worse. I really should apologize for causing you such distress.”

“We’ve done everything we can to accommodate your…needs…”

Simmons sighed deeply, looking down, “It can be a curse. I know what everyone thinks: why can’t she just control herself like a normal person? And for a long time, I did live that way, so it was a wonderful gift that has been bestowed upon us when they announced the new laws. I am so thankful. I really am. But, the urge is so powerful. It’s just who I am. I guess I can’t possibly make you understand.”

Aubrey sighed. She recalled Melissa admonishing her to try to understand instead of judge. She offered, “I assume you’ve been to professional counseling…?” She reddened.

“It’s OK. That subject is a sore one, but I’m way past everyday shame. I get asked that all the time, so I tend to be curt. My parents sent me to the very best doctors and therapists. They all agree that this is real FHS. I know, some people still think it’s all a scam and there is no such syndrome.”

“Well, I do not doubt something is going on, honestly. I don’t think mass hysteria can explain the numbers that seem to be appearing in the news. It’s just that exhibitionism in the past was just a thing drunk college kids would do as a joke but they’d grow out of it.”

“Sadly, most people get a bit saggy when they get older and few people want to see that. This current situation is too new. How long will it last? No one knows.”

“You’re still young, so I guess there’s a lot of time before you have to really worry about that,” Aubrey said, trying to leaven the tone.

“Thanks,” the younger woman replied. There was a long silence.

“So, don’t you get cold?”

“Sometimes. I’m lucky we’re in such a sunny place, most of the time. The body adapts somehow, but I also have a shawl I put on if it gets cool. For really bad weather, I have a coat. If I was up north, I’d probably have to make some adaptations. Otherwise, the feeling is great. Have you ever wanted to try it?”

“Not really. I’m not opposed to it in theory. I guess.”

“I’d like to ask you a question. Why did you choose this University? I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors even before…”

Aubrey nodded slowly, “You’re right. It wasn’t my first choice, but if you’re implying I may have a latent curiosity, that’s not it at all. I have my reasons for being here.” Her eyes were shadowed.

“OK. I won’t press further. But there is something more you wanted, correct?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, but your activities are affecting the other students. I was hoping to come to some sort of compromise…”

The girl sighed, “I thought so. It’s true, I’ve been feeling guilty about that. It doesn’t change the fact that my free expression–“

“When one person’s expression interferes with another rights, I’m afraid that crosses a red line,” Aubrey admonished.

“Of course,” she sighed again and looked as if in deep thought. When she spoke again, she told Aubrey her idea. The older woman’s face turned a florid red.

Charlene Simmons concluded, “I see you aren’t ready for that, of course…”

Aubrey seemed to be in deep thought but they were interrupted by two men. They asked Charlene for a blow job as if they were ordering drinks. Charlene who responded with a wink, reaching out to unzip the first male. Without hesitation she took him into her mouth. It wasn’t long until he ejaculated, long white ropes of semen that looped across her chin. The second man was even quicker than the first: after she peeled back his foreskin it was obvious his sensitivity was vastly higher than the previous man and his hips jerked reflexively as he couldn’t control himself. More white fluid glazed her face. They thanked her, high-fived each other and went on their merry way.

When Simmons returned to their conversation as if nothing had happened, Aubrey practically exploded, “Aren’t you going to clean that filth up at least?” Her voice was incredulous.

Simmons pushed a bit of drying semen into her mouth, tasting it, shrugging, “Sometimes I do, sometimes it’s nice to walk around with it just to get stares from people. I’m going home soon anyways so I’ll take a shower then.” Ignoring the look of disgust on Aubrey’s face, she scooped up some of the fluid with her pinky and shoved it at Aubrey’s face, saying, “Give it a try. You get used to it after a while.”

Aubrey stood up, slapping the hand away, “That’s enough, you nympho. We’re done here. People like you are what makes it hard for the rest of us to live a normal life in this world. It’s the freaking Dark Ages.” She gathered her things and stomped away without looking back.

Simmons watched her go. She licked the cum off of her pinky. “No use having this go to waste.”

When Aubrey met with the President of the college, the older man quickly dispelled any hopes of sympathy from that quarter. He tried to look empathetic as he pushed the student newspaper toward her on the meeting room table. On the cover there was a photo of her as she angrily slapped the hand of the startled looking Charlene Simmons. Someone had snapped video of their encounter. He stood up and pointed out the window looking over the campus grounds, “It’s not a big group but there are protesters already in front of the admin building.”

Aubrey stammered, “I know that looks bad, but it was a reflexive response. What would you do if that–?”

The college Dean, Mrs. Osaka, leaned forward, “The optics are worse than bad. This undermines the entire initiative we put in place and shows the world that we don’t have our shit together.” Her cold, blunt language was a major contrast to her small, elegant features. Publicly, she gave the face of a motherly figure but in private she was a demon. “I can’t accept less than a resignation at this point.”

The people around the table looked at each other uncomfortably. Aubrey sweated, dumbfounded that things had come to this. Things had spiraled out of control the next day when blog posts about the incident had begun to spread, culminating in the release of photos and the editorial from the student paper condemning her and the administration for intolerance. Aubrey had been called to an emergency conference at the main administration offices. The gathering consisted of some of the head administrators and the university’s legal representative. The lawyer was a thin woman in an expensive suit. She coughed, “I’m sure something can be arranged without having to go the nuclear option. The process can get ugly and expensive. We don’t really want that, do we?”

Dean Osaka raised her needle sharp eyebrows, “Oh, what do you have in mind?”

The lawyer spread her hands without looking at Aubrey, “It’s going to be a tough pill for some but I’ve thought of something to appease everyone in this matter.” She explained her idea to the others. Aubrey’s face turned white while everyone else seemed pleased.

“Yes, that’s brilliant,” the President exclaimed. “As long as the Dean will work with this deal.”

Dean Osaka harrumphed, “I’d rather she was fired out right, but we don’t want to drag the University through the mud for any longer than necessary. Set up a press conference for tomorrow.”

The lawyer interrupted, “We still need one party to give consent.”

The President’s serious expression seemed to waver a bit, “Ahem. If it sweetens the deal, if you follow through we may have be able to get you on a professorship track with the potential for full tenure…”

Sweat beaded on Aubrey’s temple as she thought furiously. In the end, she agreed.

At the top of the steps to the administration building an impromptu podium had been set up with microphones. A tarp provided shade as the group gathered at the podium while a small crowd waited below in anticipation. Members of the media had cameras in place as well as students with smart phones and small hand-held recording devices. They all hushed as the Dean stepped up to the microphone. She gave a brief speech before finally getting to the point, “In light of recent events, we have taken the initiative in meeting with representatives of the FHS community in order to further a positive channel of communications as well as laying the foundations to a better tomorrow. With that in mind, our very own student representative Charlene Simmons will speak next about our plans for the University and for our future.”

Simmons waved, stark naked as ever, bouncing up to the podium, “Hello everyone! Thank you all for being here for this important announcement. I won’t go into the details but I thank you all for your support and concern. After meeting with Ms. White and the administration, we have settled our mutual concerns. When there are misunderstandings, I believe in talking about them. Ms. White has apologized to me and that is all that or I or anyone should require, so please do not hold things against her! However, in a bold step toward unity and healing Ms. White has agreed to make amends for her prejudices by literally walking in our footsteps. How brave! How honorable. Please give a hand for Ms. Aubrey White.” Scattered applause, then shouts, and some laughter rang out as Ms. White finally stepped forward from behind the group at the top of the steps.

She went up to the microphone, looking around with embarrassment, as she tried to smooth down the thin fabric of her skirt. It was the most revealing outfit she had ever worn and would normally be inappropriate attire in other times and places. She stammered, “Thank you for your understanding. I have agreed to be trained by Ms. Simmons on the lifestyle of an FHS member. As such, for a period of a month, I shall walk in her footsteps and share in her experiences, beginning tomorrow. My clothes will be confiscated and I will have to live each day that way and a recorded diary will be made available as proof. Thank you for this opportunity to make amends. I promise to return to this podium in one month, a changed woman with nothing to hide.”

Trying to avert tears from her eyes, Aubrey let Charlene clasp her hand and raise them together in a show of solidarity as camera’s flashed and the audience cheered.

To be continued…