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Author: Sterling
Title: The Cure
Summary: An eccentric genius has developed a cure for cancer
deriving from the various by-products of human reproduction. To
get what he needs from little girls, he devises an elaborate
castle and kingdom.
Keywords: mf Mf Mg cons pedo het ScFi 1st

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 12/28/2009, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
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The Cure

From the Preface to the first edition of "The Cure", by Abdul
Newman

Abdul Newman developed the first of the Third Generation of cures
for cancer.  It was a stunning breakthrough.  In this book --
itself a masterpiece -- Newman describes the Cure from various
angles.  These include his own personal life story, the relevant
background science from other fields, the political landscape
against which he operated in different countries, the economics
of his operation, and even its effect on literature.  Large parts
are accessible to laymen.

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Excerpted from "The Cure", by Abdul Newman

I have The Cure.  All across the world, every day, young and
otherwise healthy people hear the dreaded diagnosis:  cancer,
prognosis very poor.

They can try experimental drugs and protocols.  They can try any
of a variety of herbal remedies, directed meditations, or New Age
therapies.  They can pray.  Studies done with any semblance of
impartiality suggest that none of these methods work.

Or they can go to Giver of Life.  That's my organization.  Our
method works.

Giver of Life now occupies a location on the pleasant south coast
of Cuba, inside a perimeter with its own airport.  For a sizable
annual fee, the Cuban government provides protection against
possible legal or even military action by incensed groups or
states.

To be eligible for treatment at Giver of Life, a prospective
recipient of the Cure must provide some combination of the
following:

1.  A large sum of cash.  This is rarely enough when it comes
from the merely rich.

2.  A happy, healthy mother in a late-stage uncomplicated
pregnancy.  She will give birth, attended by reasonably high-end
obstetric care.  She will return within three weeks of birth with
infant, both unscathed.

3.  A happy, healthy, handsome, well-adjusted virgin teenage boy,
who will no longer be a virgin upon his return in six months.  He
will report a positive (often fantastic) experience, healthy in
every respect, and be equally well adjusted to life as a control
group of peers.

4.  A happy, healthy, pretty virgin girl between three and five
years after menarch (her first period).  She will no longer be a
virgin when she returns after six months, but will have no
diseases and will not be pregnant.  Such girls upon their return
to society report a positive (often fantastic) experience and are
better adjusted than a control group of peers.

5.  A happy, healthy, pretty six-year-old girl.  She will also
quite possibly no longer be a virgin, but upon her return in six
months she will be healthy in every respect, report a positive
experience and be better adjusted to life than a control group of
peers.

The cash and the pregnant women are easy to come by.  The teenage
boys are offered with a nod and wink after the most pro forma
objections.  Those contributions don't usually buy much.

Young teenage virgin girls are not quite so easy.   Six-year-olds
are by far the hardest to come by.  But a fatal diagnosis can
give rise to a determined will, a will which often finds a way.

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Jamie's mother had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two
months earlier.  She was feeling fine at the moment, so she was
able to come to Giver of Life with her daughter.  She would be
given her treatment as soon as she said goodbye to her Jamie, one
of the six-year-olds.

The two of them were put up initially in a luxurious guest house
on the beach.

On the first day Jamie was introduced to a dozen other pretty,
happy, healthy, well-adjusted six-year-olds who had arrived not
too long before.  They were all staying in the Manor, as it was
called.  They had superb play equipment, play-house set-ups and
free access to the pleasant beach.  Jamie was encouraged to join
them in a fabulous continuous sleepover, which she was delighted
to do the second night.

With Jamie integrated into the group and feeling at home, her
mother said goodbye.  As she did she fulfilled her duty in
explaining to Jamie that rules about stranger touch were
suspended here, and as long as things felt OK to her, she should
allow them and not worry based on previous admonitions.  Her
mother would get her treatment in another part of the complex
before flying home.  Jamie returned to her sleepover party.

The food included spaghetti, pizza, burgers -- anything she
wanted.  There was an amazing variety of appealing sweets.  She
loved the ice cream sundaes.  When she took one with her to the
dress-up area and made a mess, no one got angry.  The dress-up
clothes were whisked away to be cleaned and she was just lovingly
led to a quick warm shower and given new clean clothes.

It was a revolving sleepover party.  Girls arrived one by one and
stayed about a week.  Their next destination was the Castle,
which they could see in the distance down the beach.  It was a
magnificent imposing structure with white stone walls and
turrets.  Each morning one or two girls left.

One of Jamie's teachers whispered to her one evening that she had
been summoned to the Castle and they would journey there the next
day.  In her excitement she slept fitfully, but morning finally
came.  An ornate coach with four horses and liveried footmen
pulled up outside the Manor, and one of her teachers rode in the
coach with her.  As it rolled along the sand, the Castle's sheer
size became apparent and more detail became visible.  After they
alighted from the coach, she and her teacher crossed the
drawbridge.  Guards with lances pulled them aside to let them
pass.

In a small room right across the drawbridge she encountered her
first request for stranger touch.  The teacher said they needed
to do a little something before she could enter the Castle. 
After hearing a brief explanation, Jamie consented.  She sat
back, hitched up her dress and removed her panties.  She felt a
little cool antiseptic on her labia, after some delay a pinch and
after more delay a little tugging, then it was all done.  The
teacher had swabbed a little antiseptic on the spot on her labia,
and a minute later had given a small injection of Novocain.  She
then had inserted under her skin a tiny remote-control vibrator
located right behind her clitoris.

After that painless procedure her teacher bid her farewell. 
Before she left, the teacher bowed low to her and called her "my
lady".  The teacher left through the door they had entered by,
but a different door opened to admit Jamie to a large hall in the
Castle.  She was introduced to the new group of happy, pretty,
well-adjusted girls, which included most of the same girls who
had left the Manor house before her but many more.

The Castle offered a daily routine similar to the Manor, with the
same offer of play equipment, dress-up, and luscious food.  It
also had turrets to climb, secret passages to discover, and even
mazes.  She was supervised by ladies in waiting instead of mere
teachers.

Her first night as she lay in bed the vibrator came on briefly so
mildly she wasn't even sure she felt it.  In the morning and
periodically during the day it came on a little more, and it felt
kind of good.  She started paying more attention to this part of
her body that she hadn't thought about much.  Up until now, it
had been a place where the pee came out and nothing more.

One thing she had noticed was that most of the girls wore loose
gowns or dresses with no underwear beneath.  She started fondling
and exploring herself "down there" as she noticed some other
girls doing.

The ladies in waiting offered various activities.  A solemn one
was time in one of the cozy but richly appointed Rooms of
Contemplation.  Before she entered the lady gave her a magic ball
of gold.  The tighter she squeezed it, the stronger the vibrator
came on.  This was feeling great!

There were crystal balls throughout the Castle and she could see
other girls looking into them from time to time.  To get a vision
to appear, a girl had to find the proper hidden magic spots to
touch on each one.  When approached with proper deference, the
girls who had been in the Castle longer would tell where they
were.  At some level she recognized what she saw as movies.

They showed mountains, forests, and beautiful sunsets.  They
showed birds soaring, horses galloping, and baby animals with
their mothers.  They showed children at play, some in clothes and
some naked, and she giggled sometimes at the little penises the
naked boys had.  There were older boys who were naked too.  There
were pictures of delicious desserts which were then served at
dinner that night.  There were pictures of little princesses and
older princes who swooped them up into their arms -- and when
that happened Jamie's vibrator came on gently.  In the earlier
visions a magnificent figure would appear in the distance: the
King.  When he rode up in later visions he was revealed to be a
handsome man in finery with a solid gold crown and mounted on a
white horse.  All the boys and girls in the vision bowed down
before him.

In the main halls of the Castle there were also large framed
portraits of the King.

Some of the girls wore jeweled tiaras.  She asked how she could
get one, and was told she should wait and see if she was chosen.

On the fourth day Jamie was told that she had been invited to
start the path to earning a tiara.  The first step was to enter a
small private room.  There was a crystal ball, and when its
enchantment was released it showed an intriguing vision.

A little girl like her was lying on an ornate canopy bed.  As the
vision began the girl became quiet and assumed a far-off
expression, and just as she did Jamie's own vibrator came on. 
The girl spread her legs.

Then a woman dressed in royal clothes and a crown (could it be
the Queen?) appeared with a decorated magic wand as thin as a
pencil.  She showed that it was covered with a magic slippery
substance.  The camera zoomed in to show her parting the girl's
little flaps between her legs and gently pushing the slippery
thing into the vagina, and each time she pushed it a little
farther in, Jamie's vibrator gave a thrilling surge.  After she
had pushed it to a certain point, she left it a few minutes while
she performed some magic.  She alternated reading from an ornate
scroll and touching the little girl repeatedly on her forehead,
fingers, and toes with a magnificently bejeweled glove she wore.
Then the woman in the crystal ball removed the magic wand from
between the little girl's legs and Jamie's vibrator turned off. 
The vision ended.

Jamie was then told by the lady in waiting that if she would do
as that little girl had done over a course of days she could earn
a tiara.  Her mother had said it was OK for people to touch her
private parts if it felt OK to her.  If the vision and the
associated feelings between her legs were any indication this was
going to feel very good, so she took only an instant to agree.

After lunch a lady in waiting led her through a tiny secret door
to an antechamber to meet the woman she had seen in the vision. 
She introduced herself as a royal Duchess; she was not the Queen.
 She was even more magnificent in person than in the vision.  The
Duchess asked her if she wanted to allow the magic wand to enter
her vagina as she had seen in the movie.  When Jamie nodded
enthusiastically, the Duchess asked if she was really sure. 
Jamie was sure.  With Jamie's decision firmly made, the Duchess
offered her hand to help Jamie over the threshold to a small
inner chamber which held the ornate canopy bed.

Jamie lay down and sank onto the silk-covered mattress which gave
way luxuriously beneath her.  She hitched up her skirt and spread
her legs as the girl in the movie had.  Then just as in the movie
the Queen started sliding the wand up inside her bit by bit.  It
felt a little strange at first, as she had never felt anything
inside there.  It did not hurt.  As it entered she got a surge of
vibrator each time it pushed a little farther in.  The Duchess
left it in for a few minutes while Jamie listened to the Duchess
read incantations and touch the jeweled glove to her various
extremities.  She then withdrew the wand.

The Duchess then led Jamie out of the tiny room, and in the
anteroom opened a gilded case to reveal a jeweled tiara -- her
own jeweled tiara.  The Duchess placed it on her head with
ceremony and declared she was now a Junior Princess.

She returned to that room every day for the same ceremony with
the magic wands.   They got bigger from day to day, though she
didn't think much of it.

She was now allowed to look into a special Junior Princess
crystal ball -- larger than the others -- and each day she got to
see a different vision.  As before she saw beautiful scenery,
food, and fun, but naked children took up more and more of the
visions.  Some of the little boys had penises that were long and
sticking out, which made her giggle.  There were bigger boys, and
their straight penises were quite impressive looking.  She didn't
notice that there were no older girls, just little girls like
her.

In some of the visions the boys and little girls started kissing,
and as they did her vibrator came on a little.  Then there were
images of the boys rubbing their penises against the little
girls' bellies.  A day later she saw a big boy put his penis
right at the opening to a girl's vagina.  In that moment she saw
how the big penises were similar in size and shape to the big
magic wands the Duchess had been putting inside her lately. 
Later in that vision a big boy had his penis poised at a girl's
vagina and he slowly started pushing it in, and as he did,
Jamie's vibrator came on with the biggest surge it had ever had.
As the boy slid his penis back and forth it went in a little
farther with each stroke, and Jamie's vibrator surged with each
instroke.

The next day she entered the anteroom as usual.  The Duchess said
she had an exciting secret.  She could now reveal that she was
the King's sister.  The Duchess informed Jamie that the Queen of
the Realm had passed away a year before -- she paused and gave a
reverent bow -- and as his mourning came to an end the King was
looking for a Princess to become his new Queen!  The King wanted
to see her!  This was a great honor.  Did she want to meet him? 
Jamie agreed in an instant.  The Duchess told her she must be
very good when she was with him.

The next day in the inner chamber the Duchess gave her a fine
white silk gown and white silk slippers to wear.  Then the
Duchess opened a door in the inner chamber that had blended so
well with the wall that she had never noticed it before.  The
Duchess led her through the door to a whole part of the Castle
she had never been to before.  They climbed a grand staircase. 
On the floor above there was a pair of great carved wooden doors
with a guard on each side.  As they approached, the two guards
opened the door.  There at the end of a long hall was the King,
the same one she had seen in the visions.  Her heart beat faster.
 He was dressed in his best finery and seated on an impressive
throne of oak inlaid with jewels.  As instructed, Jamie bowed her
head and walked slowly towards him.  She paused at the foot of
the dais before the throne and knelt.

The king spoke.  "You may arise, Princess Jamie." "Come closer,"
and with trembling heart she did.  He asked her to turn around
once in a circle, then once the other way.  Then he said, "Open
your robes".  She hesitated only a second, then opened her robes
to show her naked body within.  His face remained impassive. 
"You may go," he said.

She closed her robe again and tried to maintain dignity and
decorum as she hurried back down the carpet and out between the
great doors to where the Duchess stood waiting.  The Duchess did
not look particularly happy.  She led her back to the inner
chamber and said it didn't look like he was too pleased with her,
but she shouldn't feel too bad because he was considering many
Princesses.  Still, Jamie was dejected.

But the next day when Jamie entered the special antechamber the
Duchess was glowing.  The King wanted to see her again!

The Duchess explained that now there was another test to pass. 
He wanted to touch her.  If he was so moved, he might even ask to
slide his penis into her, like the big boys in the movies.  If he
was pleased he might make her Queen. Jamie felt a huge thrill of
excitement, though with a little fear too.  The Duchess explained
that she did not have to do this; she could turn in her tiara and
relinquish her status as Junior Princess.

Her mother had told her that stranger touch was OK if it felt OK
to her.  She sensed that this was a very intimate form of
touching.  She also knew how good it felt when the magic wands
slid into her, and she had seen how it looked and felt in the
visions when the big boys slid their penises into the little
girls.  She decided she was interested.  Very interested.

So that very afternoon the Duchess led her again to the Throne
Room.  As Jamie rose from kneeling in front of the dais, the King
told her to approach until she was within a few inches of his
royal person.  She felt a charge of excitement when the King
touched her forehead.  He rose from his throne, took her hand and
ushered her into a richly appointed Royal Bedchamber opening off
the back of the hall.  He kissed her hand, then slowly slid her
robe off and asked her to lie back on the bed, a magnificent huge
bed covered with silk and furs, covered by a canopy within a
canopy.

The King removed his crown and garments, ending with the royal
trousers, and there was a large royal penis.  Her vibrator slowly
came on.  He lay beside her and began by kissing her for a little
while.  Then for some minutes his hands glided all over her body:
 hair, ears, face, neck, shoulders and arms.  He spent special
attention to her chest.  He moved his hands below and stroked her
calves, thighs, hips and belly and then focused his attention
between her legs, focusing on her labia and what lay within.  He
now raised himself above her, and she could see the royal penis
was now long and straight.  Her heart was pounding with
excitement.

He placed the tip of his penis at the entrance to her vagina and
asked her permission to continue.  Jamie gave the briefest nod. 
Then the King stared intently at her face as he slowly slid in. 
Jamie's eyes were wide with excitement as the penis went in
smoothly, just like a magic wand, but also very different.  It
was vibrant, alive, and intimately part of the King himself.  Her
vibrator came on more strongly than ever before.  He moved the
royal penis back and forth inside her, emitting royal grunts and
blessing her with royal smiles for what seemed a long time.  His
pace increased and she felt the penis surge against her innards
when it was in all the way.  Then her vibrator came on far
stronger than it had ever before, and she felt her excitement
break in a great wave of pleasure.  At that moment the King cried
out and gradually his motion slowed.  It looked like he had felt
the same kind of pleasure she had.

He lay his sweaty royal body down on top of her but partly to the
side so she could breathe.  She was excited to feel him against
her skin so intimately.  He stroked her chest, her thighs, her
cheeks, and gave her a kiss on the lips.  Then he put on a simple
robe, said goodbye and left.

The Duchess then appeared, and the first thing she did was to put
a magic wand into her vagina where the royal penis had just been,
a wand with a tube attached to the end.  After a short
incantation from the Duchess there was a little unusual sensation
inside her, but Jamie was thinking how much she was in love with
the King.  The Duchess beamed at her and said she had done well.

Now she was no longer a Junior Princess, but a Senior Princess,
so she was too exalted to associate with mere Junior Princesses.
She now stayed in a smaller room with just one other girl,
another Senior Princess.  Jamie couldn't help confiding that the
King was considering her to be his Queen, and the other princess
was more than a little envious.

The Duchess went to her the next day.  The King wanted to see her
again!  So she was summoned to the Throne Room and thence to the
Royal Bedchamber every day, where the King kept putting his penis
in her, and she had waves of intense pleasure break over her just
as his thrusts became their fastest and deepest.

Sometimes he held himself above her as he had the first day, but
sometimes he lay down on her and hugged her tightly while his
penis went in.  Sometimes they were side by side.  Sometimes they
assumed a position she had also seen in the crystal ball.  She
knelt on her hands and knees and the King put his penis into her
from behind.

After every intimate interlude with the King the Duchess inserted
the magic wand with the tube.  She felt a little funny down below
her stomach, a little crampy sometimes, but nothing much.

After some weeks, the Duchess announced that the King wanted to
marry her.  In deference to the memory of the late Queen the
ceremony would be small.  There was a Royal Wedding, and Jamie at
the age of six became Queen of the Realm.  That night and for the
following week she slept in the Royal Bed with the King, who
asked to put his penis in her just about every morning and night,
and sometimes woke her in the middle of the night to ask her as
well.  She always agreed with enthusiasm.  Her vibrator always
came on and she felt magnificent pleasure.

As the week wore on one of the ladies in waiting came to speak to
her, a lady who had cared for her when she first arrived at the
Castle.  She asked her about her life back home in the United
States.  She asked where she was from, what school she went to,
who her friends were, and so forth.  She gave her news about how
her family was doing and news from her school.  Then the teacher
from the Manor appeared, the one who had escorted her to the
Castle in the coach.  She said that her mother hoped to see her
soon.

Jamie had known all along that she was going to go back home and
that this was make believe, though it had been very compelling. 
She did miss her family.  The King gave her a big hug and a smile
when they parted for the last time.

Her vibrator was removed, and she was taken back to the Estate, a
place quite like the Manor.  She shared it with a few other
pretty, happy, well-adjusted girls who had also been in the
Castle for some time.  As she stayed the details of what had
happened in the Castle grew fuzzier in her mind.

One day her mother arrived, and Jamie ran to her and gave her a
big hug.  She described how she had had a wonderful time.  Her
mother was pleased that her daughter had enjoyed her time at the
Castle.  She was even more delighted that her pancreatic cancer
had been cured.

----------------------
That is a description of how a six-year-old experiences her role
in the Cure.  Not bad, wouldn't you say?  It included child rape,
of course, but very pleasant child rape.

The fuzzification of Jamie's memories was due to a mild drug. 
She probably reported a royal wedding and undoubtedly reported
intimacy with the King, but she also may have mentioned snowy
mountains, dragons, and unicorns.

I am the King, of course.  Naturally I am considering not just a
single Senior Princess at a time, but anywhere from three to
five.  They live with only a single roommate once I take them on
in that role so they cannot compare notes to discover my
infidelity.  I only have on queen at a time, since I only occupy
one bed at night.

This entire setup is necessary to provide a vital part of the
Cure.

Girls have far more eggs than they will ever need, and they die
off continually throughout childhood.  Some of the drugs
administered to Jamie through the magic wand were designed to
enlarge her vagina and prepare it for intercourse.  Other drugs
were the source of those cramping sensations, and they woke some
of those excess eggs and induced them to come down through
fallopian tube, uterus, and cervix.  My semen fertilized them, in
some sense, though they could not have become human embryos under
any circumstances.  The magic wand that went into Jamie after
each of our bouts of royal sex sucked up this fluid.  This is the
most difficult component of the Cure to obtain.

The Royal Wedding helped Jamie feel less exploited, as did
sleeping with me at night.  I loved snuggling with her at night,
as I did all of my wives -- a new one each week.  As for the sex
at night during that week, it was entirely for my own pleasure, I
admit.

Some little girls drop out, sometimes when it is time to
volunteer to put the magic wand up inside them, sometimes when
their bodies do not respond well to the hormones growing and
stretching their vaginas, and sometimes when it is time to
volunteer for sex with the king.

We make use of some of those dropouts in supporting roles, such
as the Princess who shared Jamie's room when she was Senior
Princess.  We keep them all in our service for the same length of
time, and the drop-outs do irrelevant things.  Their reports
mislead the investigators who are trying to duplicate our method.
 Some of the girls are offered exotic food.  Some is tasty, and
some less so, but the tastes are distinctive.  We take blood,
urine, and stool samples from them.  It is all irrelevant.  I
assume that by the time this is published some years from now the
methods will be known, but they are not known now.

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Ellen was 15.  She had been "volunteered" to help cure her
father's cancer.  Her period had first come four years before. 
She was pretty, well adjusted, and healthy.  She wore easily the
role of saint, sacrificing her virginity for her father's health.
 She truly did love her father and would be devastated to lose
him -- but she was also very horny.

She flew down without her parents, but like Jamie joined a dozen
happy, healthy, well-adjusted pretty girls of her age for a great
sleepover party at the Club.  They were under the supervision of
Michelle, a sexy, fashionable lady who they all looked up to.

After they had been at the Club for a little while, one by one
they were asked out by a fairly handsome older man.  Michelle
made it clear they did not have to date him, but most of the
girls did.  He was very romantic and the dates were spectacular.

On their first date the mystery man took Ellen up for a
magnificent candlelit dinner on a terrace overlooking the ocean.
Theirs was the only table, and a half-dozen waiters attended to
their every whim.  It was in a hotel perched on a cliff with the
beach far below.  They danced.  His hands were all over her --
with her implicit consent -- and on their second date she was
happy to lose her virginity.  She lost herself in orgasms as the
handsome stranger pumped her full of his seed.  They had two more
dates, each ending with spectacular sex.  Then she saw him no
more.  She missed him, but not too much.  There were other
opportunities.

Since she had arrived she had been through a number of tests and
activities.  In one notable procedure she was hooked up with
sensors all over her body -- including one sticking up her vagina
-- and shown a series of still pictures and movies of a series of
teenage boys.  In some of the films the boys were naked, and she
had to admit they were mostly pretty hunky.

After all those tests were concluded she was introduced to one of
the sexiest ones for an initial chaste date.  His name was
Charlie.  After hearing that she liked him, Michelle said she
should feel free to have sex if she wanted.  However, if she did
she had to wear something in her vagina quite similar to what she
had learned in sex ed class was a diaphragm.  The other condition
was that if she did have sex she had to report back to Michelle
within half an hour.  The grown-ups were actually urging her to
have sex!

She and Charlie needed no encouragement.  They quickly found a
secluded spot in a shady grove and could barely get undressed
fast enough.  They embraced each other.  She opened her legs to
him to expose her vagina and he slid his penis in with great
excitement.  He couldn't control himself very well, and with a
huge sigh and rapid breathing he came in seconds.  The intensity
of his passion thrilled Ellen, but naturally she didn't come. 
The buzzer on her ankle (somehow sensing Charlie's ejaculation,
she realized, a little creeped out) reminded her she had to get
back to the Club, but she asked Charlie to come with her.  He
waited outside as Michelle removed the diaphragm-like thing in a
private room.  Ellen asked with only the slightest trace of
embarrassment if she and Charlie could do it again.  Michelle
smiled just a little and said she could, but she would first
insert another of those things into her, and the same rules
applied.

So back to the grove.  This time they kissed for a while.  He
sucked her nipples and massaged her between the legs.  He was
prepared to be very patient to atone for his too-quick orgasm
before.  He was so patient that after half an hour she had to
tell him she really wanted it inside her NOW.  Then when he got
inside her he held back.  Every time his penis went in and out it
tugged on her labia, which gently massaged her clitoris.  Every
time he got in all the way his pubic bone bumped into it.  It
didn't take her long to come, and it was magnificent, as he came
too, rock hard penis deep in supple, silky vagina, handsome horny
boy with gorgeous, horny girl, no guilt or coercion, doing a
favor for the grownups no less.  The spurts were strong, her
contractions strong, their pleasure intense.

So she and Charlie did it three times that day, and then twice a
day for a while.  They took a break when she had her period,
experimenting with more chaste romantic activities, and she gave
Charlie an occasional hand job.  But her period hadn't fully
ended before they went right back at it.  The six months flew by.
 Neither of them wanted to leave because they were in love.  They
could at least exchange contact information and meet back home if
they wanted. Follow-up studies suggest that many pairs introduced
in that way did develop long-term relationships even when
distance was an obstacle.

The moderately handsome older man who takes the virginity of the
teenagers is me, of course.  I alternate between my role as King
and Handsome Older Man, while also finding time for
administrative and scientific work.

My attentions to Ellen and the other girls her age presumably
have no vital effect on the process, but no one knows for sure. 
I enjoy the girls immensely.

---------
Janell was a pregnant woman.  She came on behalf of a work
colleague who had gotten a fatal diagnosis.  She stayed at the
Nest with others in her condition, a facility equally lavish as
the Manor, the Estate, and the Club but attuned to the tastes of
pregnant women.  She went into labor a week after her arrival. 
As previously arranged she was started on IV sedation as the
transition phase began.  The sedation kept her comfortable but
more importantly kept her relaxed for one crucial moment that was
to follow.

After she gave birth, the baby was whisked away and attended to.
The cord, placenta, and amniotic sac were all saved for future
use.

When the baby was ready to be brought back in, a vibrator was
applied to Janell's clitoris, carefully avoiding her strained and
sore tissues, and turned on full blast.  She was brought to
orgasm just as the crying baby was brought to the woman.  The
combination of her relaxation under IV sedation, her orgasm, and
the baby's crying caused her breasts to shoot out quantities of
milk into the cups placed there to capture it.

But it wasn't actually milk, it was colostrum.  This is the first
liquid a baby drinks, packed with antibodies and other unknown
beneficial substances to get the baby off to a good start in life
biochemically.  The baby had missed its colostrum, but it was a
minor loss.  Janell was none the wiser.

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I have described the experience of the different participants in
the making of the Cure.  Now I will describe how these
experiences all fit together to produce the fluid that contains
the Cure.

This is the great secret that thousands of people around the
world are trying to duplicate:

A piece of the amniotic sac (treated by the Vorster-Chang method)
is fashioned into a small bag and given a fair quantity of cord
blood, with its famous stem cells.  The amniotic sac from a
single birth starts a dozen or more small bags, not just one.  We
next pour into the bag the fluid that has been sucked from little
girls' vaginas: fertilized proto-eggs, little girl lubrication,
and semen, with its complex and mysterious biochemical
properties. We add fresh colostrum.  The bag is then sealed, but
it is permeable so that some things can go in but nothing can
come out (this selective permeability a result of the
Vorster-Chang treatment).

The bag is then placed in the vagina of a girl like Ellen, at the
nexus of the most positive, powerful creative act of the human
species.  Charlie had been chosen as her mate because her body
sensors while she was looking at the young men showed that at a
gut level, he was the hottest.  Charlie had similarly seen videos
of girls and been chosen for Ellen based on a good match.  There
in Ellen's vagina was sperm-filled semen, freshly shot with
urgent force from the penis of an ideal young man, the penis tip
still on the spot, its skin perhaps giving off life-affirming
substances yet unknown.  It surged into the vagina of a
profoundly sexually hungry perfect female body, mind also
perfectly aligned for the act.  During her fertile phase, when
the highest-quality anti-cancer drug was being made, the
chemistry and biochemistry and microbiochemistry of her vagina
were attuned in every way to welcome the semen, welcome the
sperm, and do their utmost to get her pregnant -- some of that
tuning undoubtedly unknown to science.

Sitting in the middle of this, listening but not talking, so to
speak, was the little sac, and through its membranes seep
whatever substances are behind this peak act of human
life-producing creativity.

The contents of the little sac need further processing.  It is
both too technical to describe here but also, in the words of the
patent business, obvious to one of average skill in the art.

The processed product is injected into the veins of a cancer
patient.  It often cures the cancer.

==============
From the Preface to the second edition of "The Cure", published
twelve years after the first.

Newman's "The Cure" is a classic in medicine, sociology and
psychology, among other fields.  The profundity of its
interdisciplinary nature is rivaled by few other books ever
written.

Knowing what Newman was accomplishing, mainstream science
couldn't be kept from the Cure for long -- though it involved
major shifts of direction.  No one claims that without Newman the
cure would have been discovered in a few years anyway.

The key elements of Newman's procedure have been distilled.

The juices of teenagers having sex had no effect, nor did
colostrum.

The cord blood was vital.  The eggs coaxed from the six-year-old
girls were also vital, and they had to be fertilized as soon as
possible.  The semen was vital too.

It is here that Newman's procedure diverges from what is actually
required, and his method raises profound moral questions.  Newman
craved sex with little girls.

The semen can just as easily be delivered vaginally with a tiny
probe.  Far more easily, if the price to pay for
vagina-stretching is an elaborate make-believe Kingdom, not to
mention the small matter of large-scale repeated child statutory
rape.  With the help of a Foley catheter the contents of the
girl's vagina can be collected non-invasively.

Knowing that posterity would judge the morality of his procedure,
Abdul Newman could be suspected of slanting his account in his
favor.  This was especially easy to do as he used the device of
stories told from the point of view of the fictional Jamie,
Ellen, and Janell.  But historical investigation shows these
accounts to be remarkably accurate.

Newman was a brilliant and erratic man who dropped out of
graduate school.  He had formally studied endocrinology and
biochemistry, but he was known to read voraciously and from his
seclusion he occasionally offered key insights out of the blue to
scientists in related fields.

He performed the original experiments establishing his technique
in India, where the ethical concerns attending sex with
six-year-olds and young teenage girls were not so formidable.  He
may have moved to India in the first place to fulfill his desires
regarding young girls -- independent of any science.

Speculation rages about whether he knew that he could get the
requisite fluid from the six-year-olds without stretching their
vaginas to full size and accommodating his penis.  The consensus
is that he must have suspected it, but didn't investigate it
because he didn't want to know the answer.  He freely admits that
his sexual exploits at night in the royal marital bed had no
effect on the Cure -- they hardly could as the contents of the
girls' vaginas were no longer removed for processing.  Newman
suggested that given that they had already had sexual relations
repeatedly, it might have been good for the girls to feel a form
of affection from "The King" that lasted many hours at a time and
was not entirely sexual in nature.  Many experts agree.

If one accepts as premise the necessity of sex with little girls
-- something many people will never for a moment consider -- he
did a pretty good job of minimizing the damage.

No end of people were determined to show that the alumnae of
Newman's Castle were damaged.  The political pressure was
intense.  But determination has given way to desperation.  None
of the few studies that find any damage holds up to scrutiny. 
One percent of Newman's alumnae are moderately troubled by their
experience, but then two percent more of the control group have
other serious difficulties than the Newman group.  And the one
percent is comforted by the knowledge that their personal
sacrifice saved dozens of lives.

Capitalism fueled the industrial revolution, which led to huge
leaps in human well-being.  It was driven not by benevolence but
the self-interest or greed of the capitalists.  In the same way,
Newman's voracious appetite for sex with little girls was surely
a vital element fueling his search for a cure that did (to a
reasonable first approximation) require such sex.

A shocking development has arisen in recent years as science
dutifully has tracked his little girls.  As young women many of
course decided to have children, and a tiny percentage of those
children -- but still 23 cases at last count -- are fathered by
the long-dead Newman rather than the woman's husband or partner.

The theoretical possibility was known from the start.  Newman's
sperm reacted with the eggs in the girl's vagina, but some also
swam up into her uterus and beyond.  The girl might retain some
of the prematurely awakened eggs that were fertilized.  But
reputable scientists were unanimous that no fertilized egg could
last that long in a girl's body.

Profoundly embarrassed at being so wrong, scientists now claim
that maybe they weren't really literally wrong.  They focus their
investigation on whether some of Newman's sperm survived in a
sort of suspended animation all those years and awakened at the
right moment.  Speculation also rages about whether Newman in his
brilliance foresaw this possibility.  In a famous interview in
his 70s he was asked if he had any children beyond the two from
his early marriage.  He smiled and said "not yet".  Everyone at
the time assumed he was making a joking reference to his
continued virility, real or imagined.  Some argue that analysis
of his smile and the timing of his remark shows he was not making
such an obvious joke.

May the children of this genius and their happy, healthy, pretty
mothers do as much for humanity as Newman did.  May they manage
to do it with less controversial methods.


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