The Trouble with Virgins (A Dystopian Romance Novella): Daughters of Venus Book 2

by Chris Genovese

  The Trouble with Virgins

  Daughters of Venus

  Book 2

  By: Chris Genovese

  The Trouble with Virgins: Daughters of Venus Book 2

  1st Edition

  Copyright © 2016 by Chris Genovese

  Published by Erotic Mayberry Publishing

  Written by Chris Genovese

  Cover created by Donna Hunter

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  Table of Contents

  Intro – The Dove

  Daughters of Venus Rules and Regulations

  Jessica’s Rise

  Two Fellows are Better than One

  An Unquenchable Hunger

  Jessica’s Lament

  Author Note and Dedication

  I’m going to keep this one short. I love you all. I’m so overwhelmed by the support I’m getting. I dedicate this book to my family, my friends, and my fans. This goes out to everyone who read The Trouble with Three Husbands, Daughters of Venus book 1, and kept pushing me and demanding book 2 be the next book published. You guys rock!

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  Thank you for giving an indie author a chance to entertain.

  Chris Genovese

  *The characters in this book are fictional and fully understand the need to use protection during sex. If it is not mentioned in this novella, it is only to prevent the slowing down of the story or interruption to the fantasy element. Have fun and be safe!*

  Intro – The Dove

  Daughters of Venus. The Chosen. The Sacred.

  Why did things happen the way they did?

  Men and women were meant to live together in love, understanding, and sexual bliss. To have and to hold through sickness and health…till death do them part.

  And with death they did part. Death of romance and commitment.

  Life changed.

  Maybe it was payback for men holding women down and forcing them to be the submissive partners to their greedy appetites. Always considered the head of the household, men often took multiple women outside of wedlock. Life continued at this sickening pace.

  Until women would have no more of it. And so began the struggle for power.

  Women wanted to become global business executives and world leaders and more. Men were no longer relied on to bring bread to the table.

  As couples grew older and grew apart, new life didn’t start as it once did.

  Why is still uncertain. Something in the water or in the air or in the food preservatives perhaps changed everything. Future conceptions resulted in an incredibly high amount of infant sons and an oddly low amount of daughters. Women were becoming extinct and only born to a chosen few.

  These rarities, these special few females were in great danger as man’s desires overcame them, turning some into savages trying to take what didn’t belong to them. While some protected the ladies, others hunted them the way man stalks prey. A man with a woman on his arm was considered a champion as the dwindling female numbers made them nearly an extinct breed.

  One specific group of woman hunters, the Venenum as they came to be known, would chase, rape, and often enslave any woman they came across. To them, women were seen as evil temptation.

  Then there was the group of men that seemed to truly understand what was going on. God was finally holding the female form on a pedestal. We’d proven ourselves where men had failed. We were to be loved, cherished, and coveted as the beautiful and sexual beings we were.

  Men were being punished with a vaginal drought.

  Our sex was finally seen as treasure. Our bodies temples. Our love a gift.

  Those of us who survived the Venenum collected as many of the loyal men we could find and moved to a mountain retreat we called The Dove.

  Here in our makeshift paradise, women reign supreme and can take multiple husbands. The men, renamed as fellows, serve only one purpose: to care for and please their Daughter of Venus, their personal Dove, from all outsiders, especially the Venenum.

  This is our story.

  Daughters of Venus Rules and Regulations

  There shall be a panel of seven, known henceforth as the Original Seven. If one member shall pass, either in death or in abandonment of post, their replacement shall become one of the seven.

  These rules shall govern us all and can only be amended by a unanimous vote by the Original Seven.

  No violence. If a hand is raised to another, other than for consensual sexual pleasure, the MAN committing the act will be banished.

  A Daughter of Venus may take as many husbands as she likes keeping in mind the previous rule as jealousy is no excuse for violence in a household.

  A Daughter of Venus is the head of the household, what she says goes. How she conducts her household is entirely upon her, but she will have the final word in all family matters and her part in community matters.

  If a MAN feels that A Daughter of Venus’ requests are beyond reason, he may request a meeting with the Original Seven to state his case and discuss the possibility of remarriage. If the request is denied he may either go back to his Dove or leave the compound.

  No Daughter of Venus will ever be banished from the compound. As a last resort, she may be forbidden from taking husbands.

  All MEN will fulfill the required tasks of the Dove compound, in the following order.

  1st Husband – Will provide for the compound (this means jobs given by the highest ranking man, to include maintenance, farming, and any other physical labor required).

  2nd Husband – Will provide security for the compound (this means they will report to an armed post where they will carry out security and law enforcement duties).

  3rd Husband – Will provide for the home (this means household chores, cooking, and anything else the Dove requires).

  Any additional husband – In the rare event a Dove takes more than three husbands, the extra husband will rotate with the others, providing extra days at home with the Dove in pursuance of a daughter.

  Any man wishing to enter into a marriage with a Daughter of Venus must present himself as a suitor and follow all rules set forth in the Dove Handbook. This includes a request for one-on-one suitor demonstration.

  In the rare occasion that a girl child is born, all work will be halted, as the celebration of a new Daughter of Venus will take place. Her parents will be given the myrtle crown for her, which will be kept and given to her on her 18th birthday. Each new Dove is a dawning day.

  Remember: Each new Dove is a dawning day!

  Jessica’s Rise

  I couldn’t sleep. It was just after dawn, I was alone in my bed, and I was wide awake. The popcorn ceiling overhead was a city of naked Romans having an orgy in the streets. My mind was racing and for some reason it was all sexual thoughts.

  Why? This was the day of my eighteenth birthday. The day I’d come of age. The day the whole town would be waiting to see what I’d wear, to hear what I’d say, to find out who would want a suitor visit with me, and to find out who I might choose.

  I’d heard all about suitor visi
ts.

  Mmm. Just the thought of it.

  Men doing all they could to prove they deserved to take care of me for the rest of my life. What could be better?

  Fuck, my mind was filled with sex. I was horny. I was a virgin but I knew all about sex and couldn’t wait to finally experience it for myself.

  It was a special day. I’d receive my myrtle crown and would be invited up on stage to show off my Dove-hood. I guess you could call it that. I’d only seen a couple of the ceremonies myself. The last one was five years ago so I knew the town was itching for a new Dove.

  The men were eager to get their cocks wet in some new, fresh, young pussy. They all wanted a piece of my innocence. Little did they know I wasn’t all THAT innocent. Sure, I was a virgin. But I was far from pure.

  The tap on the window behind me was a reminder of that. Kent was outside.

  Kent Kyles, a boy only a year younger than me, had fingered my pussy two nights before. And damn that kid was good. His problem was he tried too hard. He begged almost daily to be one of my husbands. But the begging part I kind of liked.

  It was 7:59 and Kent was right on time. I’d chosen the time, 8am, and although he wasn’t thrilled about waking up so early to come to my house, he knew how important it was to keep me happy on this day. He couldn’t go through the front door because for the time being I lived with one other young lady, sixteen-year-old Tilda, and a couple of the single older ladies. It definitely wouldn’t look good to be meeting a young man this early in the morning.

  So I helped Kent climb through the window. He wore a pair of camouflage cargo pants and a black tank top. His tanned and muscular arms flexed as he hoisted himself through the small opening and I had to cross my legs for a second, stifling the intense tingle at my clit.

  I wondered if I went ahead and fucked him if anyone would know. How would they? No, it wasn’t right. What was wrong with me? When I was fifteen I hadn’t a single sexual urge, when I was sixteen I’d enjoyed many heated make out (and a little more) sessions with Kent, but for the last few months, just knowing that I was close to my eighteenth birthday drove me mad. Now it was like I was about to be unleashed. I couldn’t wait.

  Sex.

  Finally.

  I sat on my bed with my legs tucked under me while Kent paced back and forth across the open space at the foot of my bed. He tucked a tuft of his long blond hair behind his ear.

  “I don’t like it,” he said. “You’re gonna have husbands, men pleasing you constantly. You’re not gonna wait for me. You’re gonna forget all about me…”

  I drowned out his voice for a second and was overwhelmed by a feeling I’d been having lately but couldn’t quite put my finger on. It wasn’t anger. Anger required a trigger of some sort, right? Something that would have set me off?

  Was it annoyance? No, not even that. Annoyance is when a fly continues to buzz around my ear or when the toilet paper is rolled under instead of over.

  This was more like a longing to punish. But not because Kent was bad. I think it was something that had been growing inside me since I’d first begun my Dove prep classes. I’d sat and listened to the way things used to be. How men cheated on women. How most homes were single mother homes. And worst of all how most men reacted at the start of the new world. Women were kidnapped, stolen from their husbands. Some women were treated like slaves, put in cages, or tied up in camps for men to have their way with.

  These were the thoughts going through my mind as Kent poured his heart out. I wanted him to know who was in charge.

  “Take off your clothes,” I ordered.

  “What?” he asked.

  Kent stood with his hands in his pockets, beaming back at me.

  “Are you kidding? You have to go…”

  “I said take off your clothes. I’m a Dove now and you’ll do as I say. Or you’ll get out.”

  He chuckled. I didn’t.

  “Ok,” he said.

  I slid to the foot of the bed, all the way to the corner post, where a wooden nob rose up from the footboard. I made sure the hard nob rested against my clit and then draped the bottom of my dress over it. I pushed forward hard, enjoying the pressure.

  Kent removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. I bit my tongue and squeezed the bed post again, feeling a slight pinch against my pussy lips. It hurt but I liked it.

  I felt myself getting wet as my eyes moved from his muscular arms to his chiseled chest. He wasn’t big by any means, but for a skinny guy he was ripped.

  I loved the long scar he had over his left ribcage. He’d fallen off a tractor once when he was a kid. That was the only differing mark on his body. We’d have to work on that. He needed a few tattoos.

  I love tattoos.

  Kent stood there with only his shirt removed so I gave him a slight nod.

  “Like all my clothes?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  He breathed deep. He seemed nervous. I wanted him to be.

  He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his feet. He realized he’d forgotten to remove his shoes and for a moment did an awkward little dance as he tried to kick his shoes off with his pants down around his ankles.

  I had to fight back the laughter. I didn’t want him to get confused. This wasn’t a lighthearted meeting.

  Standing there in his white boxer briefs, I could see the bulge beneath and it made my mouth water. He was getting hard. Good. He needed to be.

  He put his thumbs at his waistband and pulled his briefs down only an inch, teasing me, testing me.

  “Is there a problem?” I asked.

  “No,” he said.

  “No, my Dove,” I corrected him.

  “I can…I can call you that?”

  “You will call me that.”

  “Yes, yes my Dove.”

  “Good. Now carry on,” I said.

  He closed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and finally went for it. He pulled his briefs down slowly, sliding them past his trimmed pubic hair and then down over the base of his cock, letting the waistband stretch it out and run over it inch by inch until finally it reached the head and got snagged on the ridge around it.

  He pulled a little lower and his cock sprang out from its restraints. It bobbed for a second and I realized I was gawking at it. I didn’t mean to be but for fuck’s sake it was gorgeous.

  And Kent was naked. Part of me wanted to walk over to him and take his cock in my hand but the other part of me, the one who’d started this game, wanted to keep going. To see how far he’d go for me. That side won out.

  “Touch yourself.”

  He swallowed hard and then put his right hand under his balls and touched them with his fingertips, tenderly. His left hand hung loosely at his side looking awkward, like he didn’t know what to do with it now that he didn’t have pockets.

  As he played with his balls his cock grew larger. It dawned on me that this was the only one I’d ever seen. His was it. I was a dick virgin outside of Kent. Soon I’d have other cocks to choose from and that made me nervous.

  Kent wrapped two fingers around his cock, his thumb and middle finger, making a ring, and began working it up and down the length of him.

  I breathed harder as my heart sped up. I loved watching him touch himself and the way he was pumping his cock was driving me insane. My pussy dripped, drenching my panties, and I pushed forward even harder, feeling the bedpost spread me open a little. Fuck, it felt good.

  Kent hunched over a little, really getting into it, and his two-finger ring turned into a full fist thrusting up and down his dick.

  “Like this?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “Just like that.”

  “Oh shit,” he whispered as he fell to his knees and kept jerking himself.

  His chest and arm flexed as he lifted up and pointed his cock in my direction. He looked like he was on the verge of letting loose.

  “Don’t you dare come,” I warned him. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you.”

  “O
h shit,” he said. “Are you kidding me? I’m close.”

  “Let go of yourself then.”

  He did as he was told.

  “Good, you’re on your knees already. I want you to drop down on all fours.”

  He stared at me quizzically. When he realized I was serious he fell forward and caught himself in a push-up position but on his knees. I couldn’t see his cock and that didn’t please me.

  “Turn to the right,” I said.

  He did. And there it was at a nice, 45-degree angle. He was hard and angled just right. I imagined I was bent over in front of him, my pussy up in the air, and that cock aimed right at it and ready to bury itself inside me. Fuck, I was horny.