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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Natural Selection 1" by The StoryMaster [M+~F+,nc] 1/1
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
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Natural Selection - by - The StoryMaster - Part One
The dart hit her just above the anterior right hip. A perfect shot.
Sensing the impact, the young girl instinctively reached for its
source. Then she was down.
The man concealed in the tree line glanced at his wristwatch. Then
parting the shrubbery he peered out at his quarry lying motionless on
the path. He glanced at his watch again. Two minutes. He sincerely
hoped that no one would happen along and ruin his hunt. This one was
worth a lot.
The big game immobilizing drug worked quickly as always. In another
minute, he laid his air rifle aside and moved from his place of
concealment and out into a clearing in the heavily wooded area of the
city park. He moved stealthily but rapidly. He wanted to get his
catch bundled up and loaded as quickly as possible to avoid detection.
The young blond lay on her left side on the cinder chip running path.
He approached her from behind. When he was within a few feet, her
right leg jerked. Only a reflex spasm, he knew. He noted her
respiration rate as being slow and even as he squatted beside his
latest prize. He placed a hand on her shoulder just in case, then
with the other, he tugged the tiny dark out of her hip. There was no
reaction from her. He put the dart into his jacket pocket.
"Let's have closer look at you," he murmured as he rolled her inert
body toward himself. Her eyes were open. He could see the confusion
and fear in those staring blue pools. Pupils slightly dilated, that
was normal. "Oh, my, you are a pretty thing, aren't you," he
commented. "You're gonna make somebody very happy indeed, my dear."
He arranged her arms by her sides then straightened her legs.
She looked to be around fourteen, maybe fifteen years of age. Five
feet, five or six inches tall and perhaps one hundred pounds. She had
thick, wavy, blond hair and a drop dead gorgeous face. Her body was
nicely developed, breasts smallish and rounded in shape. Her waist
was wasp thin, belly smooth and muscular. Her hips and buttocks were
splendidly firm and full, and she had a runner's legs, slim and fit.
The very stuff of dreams she was.
"Some lucky man is gonna have a good time with you, sweetheart.
That's for certain. Now let's see if you're still with us."
He'd found over the years that one sure way to assess a female's state
of mental acuity was to touch her in that place she held most sacred.
Without further delay or comment, he slipped his fingertips under the
waistband of her navy blue running shorts, spreading his roughly
calloused palm over the soft warmth of her tummy. Then with practiced
ease he slid his hand into her panties. As expected, the young
blond's pupils constricted to a degree, and her eyeballs seemed to
vibrate slightly.
"There you are," he murmured with a wicked little chuckle. "I see you
in there." He gazed into her startled eyes. He considered this to be
the most enjoyable and rewarding part of his job. That moment of
awareness so plainly painted in her expression and her eyes when he
invades the most private area of her body, that realization that she
is utterly powerless to defend herself against his intimate
investigation. The young blond's beautiful features clouded over in a
mixture of incredulity and dismay as he forced his big hand farther
between her shapely thighs, pressing and palpating her resilient,
female flesh.
He noticed her abdominal muscles flexing. The immobilizing agent,
Ketamine, that he used regularly in his line of work, allowed the
subject only limited voluntary muscle function. Generally restricted
to the facial, abdominal as well as some internal musculature. The
involuntary and sensory nervous systems were unaffected by the drug.
The subject ordinarily remained conscious and cognitive, but unable to
access that part of the voluntary nervous system that controls motor
function. Widely used by hunters and gatherers of large animal and
primate specimens for zoos and other institutions, Ketamine was the
perfect compound for this phase of collection process. It was fast
acting, easy to transport, delivery systems were diverse and
uncomplicated, the effects could be quickly neutralized with a readily
available antidote, and side effects and long term influences were
minimal.
As much as he would have liked to have lingered there in the park with
his latest prize, he knew that it was only a matter of time before
someone would come along. The city planners couldn't have been more
cooperative, albeit unwittingly, when they mapped out this section of
the new park. It was wooded and secluded, and had several maintenance
access routes allowing swift and easy egress from the area. Joggers
and strollers alike seemed somehow drawn to this section which was
perfect for his needs. He knew however, that another disappearance
would soon cause security in the area to be tightened, but so far,
little action had been taken by law enforcement. This one was his
second take in the area. She would probably be his last, but one
never knew. The risk involved was part of the allure for him.
"OK, my pretty one," he murmured as he withdrew his hand from the
warm, moist confines of her panties. "Let's be on our way, before
someone comes along and spoils things." He stood up, scooped her up
almost effortlessly in his powerful arms then turned and disappeared
into the trees. She was light as a feather it seemed as he marched
the hundred yards or so to his waiting vehicle. He glanced down
several times at her supple young body along the way. For some
reason, he seemed to be particularly drawn to the girl. "He might
have to spend a little `quality time' with this young lovely before
turning her over to his regular employers at The Center," he mused.
He'd done it before, and on more than one occasion. Besides, he had
other interested parties should The Center refuse to accept "Tainted
Goods". And then there was always his new pet project.
He loaded her somewhat unceremoniously into the back of the mini-van
which had been modified expressly for his purposes. The rear of the
vehicle was well padded to avoid damaging his catches, and of course
the side and rear windows were tinted so heavily that no prying eyes
could identify his cargo from the outside. Restraints were
unnecessary thanks to Ketamine. The trip to his private Facility
would take just over an hour. He glanced at his watch then started
the engine. "Twenty-three minutes," he muttered as he drove slowly
down the maintenance trail then out of the park. Twenty-three minutes
had passed since he'd taken the shot. With a subject of her estimated
weight, the incapacitating effects of the drug should last for well
over three hours. "More than enough time to reach home and safety,"
he thought with a satisfied smile. Just in case, however, a portable
pneumatic vaccination gun lay close at hand should a second dosage be
required en route. He was very proficient at his trade.
"Decisions, decisions," he muttered to himself as they cruised down
the expressway. "What am I going to do with you, my pretty one?" he
asked rhetorically, glancing over his shoulder toward the rear of the
van. She lay motionless on her side, just the way he'd loaded her.
He knew she could hear every word he said. Although the Ketamine
could make a subject a little light headed, their usual mental acuity
level remained at approximately eighty to ninety percent. "I'm sure
The Center will find a place for you, but on the other hand, you would
fit perfectly into my own program," he commented to no one in
particular as he again faced forward to concentrate on his driving.
"Then, there's always the option of sale on the open market. I know
you'll fetch a phenomenal price." He sighed, then drove on in silent
thought.
The Youth Training Center, or as he fondly called it, simply "The
Center", had paid him a substantial amount of money over the years
that their business relationship had flourished. They were always
interested in fresh, young subjects, and therefore provided him with a
guaranteed market. Their consistent subsidies had provided him a
secure income and allowed him many freedoms and luxuries. With these
funds, he'd constructed his own Facility, granted not nearly as
extensive as that of The Center, but none the less, it was secure and
more than suited his needs.
Until recently, the underground section of his spacious home had been
used primarily as a holding pen for his acquisitions while they
awaited transport either to The Center or to some other destination.
It consisted of several small rooms as he preferred to think of them,
rather than cells, which contained a bed, a small dresser, a wash
basin, and an exposed toilet. Each room was monitored by closed
circuit television, its occupant video taped twenty-four hours a day
during her stay.
Approximately two months ago, however, he'd come up with a bold new
plan. One that would require him to build a substantial addition to
his Facility. In essence, he doubled the size of his subterranean
complex, adding more "Guest Rooms", as well as what he referred to as
his "Show Room", and two specialized "Group Encounter Chambers".
His "New Program" as he still referred to it, for lack of an official
title, was best described by him as the liberalization of the natural
selection process. Himself being what society might classify as
ungainly or even homely, he'd always sympathized with persons born
with average or unbecoming physical attributes. For as long as he
could remember he'd regarded the process by which young women, in
particular those graced with stunning good looks, choose their
intended mates, to be one-sided and unfair.
That "Age of Innocense" as so many refer to the teenage years when
most young females begin to engage in the selection process is not
that at all. In today's climate of female "equality", it is more the
age of insensitive discrimination and ruthless winnowing.
More than once as a youth, he'd had his heart ripped from his chest
and cast into the garbage by some indifferent Aphrodite. Many were
the times he'd watched, helplessly as the objects of his sweetest
dreams and deepest desires selected others more appealing and
charismatic than himself, often brazenly as if to do intentional harm
to him.
In days gone by, it was the male of the species who selected the mate.
It was a far more liberal method, and one that was better suited to
the advancement of the human race, in his humble opinion. For one
thing, in those days, many societies condoned and even honored the man
who cared for several females. This is not to say that men weren't
discriminating in their choices, but with the old system of choosing
and keeping multiple mates, it allowed even the most ordinary female
to achieve security and companionship. Females, on the other hand,
given the same choices, were more monogamous and less forgiving. They
tended to cull and discard more often than not. This process he vowed
to change.
The funds he'd received, he'd invested wisely and had quickly amassed
a small fortune. Soon he would be able to turn away the lucrative
offers of The Center and concentrate on what he felt to be his mission
in life. On the open market, the young prize he now carried in the
back of his van would bring perhaps two hundred thousand in U.S.
dollars. However, to him, her value was far greater than could be
expressed monetarily. Once introduced into his small but rapidly
growing fold, she would fulfill the dreams of untold numbers of
unfortunates. As a reusable resource, this young lady and others like
her would cause so many of those headed toward a life of rejection and
disappointment to turn their faces to the light. It was, he believed
with all of his soul, his calling to rescue mankind from its downward
spiral into lethargy and acceptance and eventual matriarchal
dominance. To give all men the opportunity to make those natural
choices which the female of the species had methodically sought to
take away in recent generations. The liberalization of the selection
process would allow any male to have any female to keep or to share as
he saw fit, no matter his stature in society, or in particular, his
personal appearance.
By the time they neared his home and concealed Facility, he'd decided.
She would become a part of his grand plan.
Continued in Part Two...
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