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Elizabeth sighed from her bed, closing one of the Monument Tower library’s many books and laying it on her chest. From the words on these number less pages, read and re-read these many years, she understood there was a greater world outside, one she longed to visit. There were great cities, brilliant minds, splendid vistas. How she longed to see them all! Paris! New York! A young woman’s mind can only be satisfied with pure imagination for so long. In the end, the touch and interaction with something tangible is what makes experiences real. Elizabeth, starved for contact with anyone but the strange and powerful Songbird, knew this perhaps better than any other.

She spent each day living as much of a real life as she could. Though she was, as far as she knew, unseen by others, she dressed and groomed herself impeccably each morning, as if she were going out to greet the world. She learned how to sew, sculpt, and paint, becoming proficient enough to bring her mental images to life on the canvas or repair her own clothes if the need arose. Yes, the Lamb of Columbia could have simply slovened around in a potato sack for all the company she kept, but she wanted so desperately to live an “outside life” that she pantomimed one, dreaming of the day her practice would be put to use. The day she could discuss her favorite authors with a new friend under the Eiffel Tower.

The books in the library had been carefully curated for her, she had grown to suspect. There was nothing racy, nothing rebellious, nothing risque. Elizabeth, though, was sharper than her jailors realized. She learned to see through the propaganda, to take a moderate view, and to read between the lines, finding hints about ‘forbidden subjects’ in context and tone. Even the dryest and most predictable romance novel held more for her than for any other reader. Her imagination, honed to auger-sharpness, could reconstruct feelings and desires only hinted at in the text.

Alone for all of her 19 years, Elizabeth yearned to experience romance, and physical intimacy.

There was little doubt that if she weren’t imprisoned in the tower,the girl would have had no shortage of suitors in Columbia. Possessed of piercing blue eyes, long brunette hair, flawless skin and a svelte but pert figure (usually hidden, sadly for those in Specimen Observation, under tasteful blouses and long skirts), the marriage proposals would have been steady. Alas, such had not been her destiny, and, robbed of the socio-sexual interactions that would have been hers, she was growing ever more curious and desperate.

Desperate enough to use her power to tear holes in the fabric of space and time. She had used her gift on more than one occasion - to gaze upon the Eiffel Tower, to smell the air of the Scottish countryside, to hear the bustling streets of New York or London. Now, she intended to create a tear that was far more specific, and requiring quite a lot of precision. She was going to open a portal for the purpose of learning about… sex!

Elizabeth took on a determined expression and steeled herself. “It’s just an experiment,” she said, an incantation against a truth she found hard to admit - that her decision to try it had been dictated by more than just curiosity. Her brow furrowed. She concentrated. A portal opened began to open with an ephemeral tearing sound, the destination cast in greyscale at first…but soon emerging into color.

“It worked! It’s… a real penis! Male genitals!” gasped Elizabeth, stooping a bit and putting her hands over her mouth in wonderment. Indeed, a rather generous organ had emerged from the portal, protruding and hanging down several inches. Placing her face just inches from the leathery man-meat, she blinked and took in every detail. The heavy length. The round and egg-shaped testicles held in a loose sack. The thatch of pubic hair around the base. She inhaled.

“It smells strong!” she marvelled, her dainty nose twitching. “Like curdled milk! Is this the smell of a male sex organ?”

She reached out her hand to touch the dangling Caucasian meat. It seemed to be twitching minutely, and seemed to thrum with energy and vitality as her small hand wrapped around the shaft. Her missing pinky finger, covered tastefully by a thimble, made the expression of curiosity and affection all the more endearing.

“Ooh, it’s… hot to the touch! I’m… touching another person!” she breathed, astounded by the idea. Gripping the flaccid dong more strongly, Elizabeth began to stroke and milk it, hesitant at first, but with growing firmness and speed as her body got used to the motion. Though she didn’t have a solid scientific basis for doing this, it intuitively seemed to her the best way to get a reaction out of the portal-presented peter. Lo-and-behold, she was right. The flesh hardened and expanded in her hand… and her astounded eyes widened right along with it!

“It’s… getting harder and longer! And… standing up!” she mused, astonished. The ‘head’ of the organ seemed to be turning an engorged purple color as it she manipulated the shaft, her hand sliding easily because of the abundance of foreskin.

“I wonder what happens if I peel this skin back?” came her next logical question… and Elizabeth did just that, exposing the underside of the glans to be a moist, angry pink with pulsating veins. Another burst of cock-smell slid up her narrow nose. “Nnngh,” she grimaced. “Male penises smell quite a lot!” Still, she didn’t cease her attentions. Her bright and curious eyes became focused on a pearl of semi-clear liquid pooling in the opening at the end of her meaty prize.

“Is this… urine?” she wondered, leaning forward to sniff experimentally. It didn’t smell like it… the smell was coppery, reminding her of pennies, sea air... and producing a strange feeling in her bloomers. “Oh…” she said, blushing. “It’s… male semen! Amazing! This male instinctively wants to mate with me!”

Elizabeth licked her lips. Blushing again but sure she was alone and unobserved, she moved her head forward and slid her long, agile tongue into the pisshole in front of her, retracting it only when it was connected to a large, syrupy marble of issue. She pulled the gooey substance into her mouth… experiencing for the first time the forbidden taste. The few books she had read pertaining to oral sex had referred to it as “The French Way” and denounced it as an unspeakable perversion… but the ever-inquisitive Elizabeth was not the type to condemn something without having tried it. Her cheeks flushed and she swallowed.

“It tastes… g-good?” she whispered to herself, hesitant. For some reason, the area between her legs was getting quite… tingly. There was a need building in her that she’d only felt the beginnings and sparks of in her alone-time. The presence of the protruding portal-penis had perpetuated a proliferation of pleasure!

Her thimbled hand massaged the hanging balls, noting their fullness and weight, characteristics that somehow aroused her. Leaning forward more, she opened her mouth and began to take several inches of the shaft inside, closing her lips to form a seal, then moving her head up and down, bobbing and licking. The straining cock was very hard now, like an iron bar. She could feel blood pulsating in the veins, and the steady leakage of more syrupy issue into the back of her mouth. Elizabeth swallowed eagerly, her face simultaneously youthful, gorgeous and workmanlike, dedicated to her goal. A sensation was building in her core, and her hand slid down to meet it, pressing against the wool of her skirt desperately, trying to put any pressure it could on parts of her body too-long left fallow.

Her squatting, spread-kneed pose, skirt pulled up over her knees to allow her hand access, combined with the glottal sucking and slurping noises coming from her mouth, made an appearance certainly less dignified than what she normally presented. The combination of spit and cum leaking from one corner of her mouth as she gave her first blowjob was only an added bonus to that aesthetic. It was only a minute before she felt her own body begin to build to a crescendo about which she’d only theorized.

“O-oh!” she moaned, pulling her mouth off of the cock to do so, but continuing to jerk it with her hand. “I’m… it’s… it’s really happening! Oh, God!”

Elizabeth cried out as an orgasm tore through her young loins, making her shudder and collapse to her knees. At the same time, thick spurts of heavy semen began to explode from the end of the cock, milked by her inexperienced but skilled hand, splashing onto her face. Robes of jelly-like cum quickly criss-crossed over her mouth, nose, eyes and forehead, hanging from her eyelashes like party streamers. Virginal and untouched as she was in Monument Tower up until that point, her blue-eyed, expressive face had just been totally plastered in the cum of a total stranger.

“Ooh!” she moaned, licking around her lips and tasting the tacky issue. “It’s so thick, and he produced so much! It’s like he was trying to impregnate my face!” Her hand went to her upper cheek, squeezing a runner of jizz between two agile fingers and pulling it away from her face, focusing her eyes on the whitish-yellow substance as it hung like a worm, before dangling it over her mouth and sucking it down.

“Mmm… it makes my nose burn, but tastes so good!” Elizabeth moaned softly to herself. “Such a rich texture… it must be totally packed with sperm from his testicles!” Gradually and with great relish, Elizabeth cleaned the rest of the cum from her face, swallowing and tasting every bit, and then cleaned off the softening cock as well. Her half-lidded eyes betrayed a sort of sexual rutting and resignation that had been totally absent from her previous scientific pretense.

It was a few moments before she noticed the other portals. It seemed she had opened them during her orgasm - the first of her life - her powers expanding enough to be triggered involuntarily and in spite of the Siphon built into the base of the tower - a device meant to hinder her potential. The power of orgasms, it seemed… had been stronger than science.

Wide-eyed once again, Elizabeth gasped as she beheld at least five more portals, each of them with cocks protruding. All were light-skinned except for one - the largest portal, from which a huge, moist, vein-covered, hanging ebony member swung pendulously. Elizabeth gulped.

“A… negro.. p-penis!” she stammered, knee-walking over to examine it. What a monster! It was easily three times as long as the Caucasian cocks… and the balls were the size of large eggs! She had read the propaganda about Vox Populi - decrying it as an organization bent on terrorism and the mongrelization of the races away from the God-fearing, Caucasian standard, but…

“How can people say negroes are inferior if their… their penises are this huge?” Elizabeth marveled, a hand over her mouth. She approached the bestial, hanging cock with a look of wonderment on her face, her thigh trembling and her nethers betraying her arousal.

It was going to be a very… experimental evening.

EPILOGUE

Elizabeth’s sexual awakening caused a stir amongst those tasked with monitoring her. She began to have blowbangs every night, taking meticulous notes about cock sizes, amount of issue, taste, texture of semen, and smell. She had orgasms frequently during these dalliances, eventually displaying a preference for black cock portal blowbangs in which she would jam three or four 18” black dicks into her holes.

Father Comstock, less than happy about this, ordered her handlers in Specimen Observation to put a stop to it… but before those plans could be put into effect, they were rendered moot by the arrival of Booker DeWitt, and Elizabeth’s subsequent escape.
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