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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Natural Selection 2" by The StoryMaster [M+~F+,nc] 1/1
Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 23:10:52 -0400
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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 Two
"Now take a breath and hold it," he instructed. "Easy now. Wait for
the moment. Wait...wait..." he whispered to the young man lying prone
beside him. "When you're ready, squeeze the trigger. Don't jerk, and
don't forget to lead her a bit." The young man nodded but continued
to stare intently over the sights of the high powered air rifle.
About fifty yards away a dark haired girl broke into the clearing.
She was a runner, one of many who passed this way on the path through
the park. The two men lying concealed in the underbrush expected her.
One of them had scouted her out as she'd entered the park, then
quickly they'd laid their ambush.
"I wonder where her friend is?" the gunman whispered, referring to the
other young lady he'd seen earlier.
"Concentrate," the older man hissed under his breath. "We'll have
plenty of time to deal with her friend when she gets here. Probably
stopped to pee or something."
After the last reported abduction, visitors to the city park, in
particular female visitors, had taken to pairing up for safety.
Phhhtttt...
The brunette beauty hit the ground. The immobilizing agent contained
in the tiny dart in her right thigh quickly interrupted the flow of
data from her brain to her motor nervous system, causing the rapid
onset of muscular paralysis.
"A bit low, but not too bad," the older man commented. "Now reload.
Her friend'll be here any minute."
While the younger man operated the bolt of the air rifle, the other
kept his eye on the pathway. Seconds later another young woman ran
out into the clearing.
"Melody," she cried breathlessly, spying her running partner lying
motionless on the ground ahead of her. She hurried to her friend.
"Melody, are you hurt? What's wrong?" the blond girl said as she
crouched beside her downed friend. "Melody, talk to me. What's....."
Phhhtttt...
"Christ, you sure couldn't miss that target," the older man chided the
other good-naturedly after a couple of minutes had passed.
"She's got a nice ass, doesn't she," the younger man agreed as he
scrambled to his feet. "And she pointed it right at me. Made the
shot easy as pie," he commented as he brushed the dirt and grass off
his trousers.
"We're damn lucky!" the older man said, keeping his voice low. "I
guess that low shot was a blessing in disguise after all. She rolled
right onto the dart so her friend never saw it, or we'd be in trouble
for sure."
"This the first time you've taken two at one time?" the younger man
inquired of his mentor as the two men cautiously approached the two
felled young women.
"Yeah, sure is, but it seemed like a sure thing. We're not going to
be able to hunt here much longer, you know. Now let's get a move on.
We don't want any surprises. We'll check `em out then get `em loaded.
Nice work, by the way," the older man said to his apprentice, slapping
the younger man on the back.
"Thanks," the young man replied, glad at his instructor's display of
approval.
The two young ladies lay in a heap one over the other in the clearing.
Their eyes were open. They were both aware, in a hazy sort of way,
that something was very wrong, but neither knew exactly what.
Courtney, blond, lovely, age seventeen, had no idea what the problem
could be. She'd only stopped for a minute to take a pee before
catching up to Melody. Now she found herself on the ground lying
across her younger friend. Curiously, she seemed unable to move.
Courtney could feel her friend's warmth beneath her, and she could
feel Melody breathing, so she knew she was alive, but try as she
might, Courtney was unable to raise herself up off of her downed
friend. Then she heard voices approaching. Help had arrived.
"Thank, God!" Courtney thought.
"Roll the blond off of her little friend and let's check them out," a
faceless voice ordered. Courtney felt hands on her shoulders. The
next thing she knew she was lying on her back staring up into the face
of a dark complected man. To her right she sensed movement.
Although she was unable to turn her head, Courtney could see the shape
of another larger man in her peripheral vision. He was obviously
tending to her friend Melody. "Thank, God!" Courtney thought. She
tried to speak, but her mouth refused to cooperate. She felt hands on
her wrists, as the man over her arranged her arms across her chest.
Next Courtney felt him straighten her legs. Courtney gazed up into
his eyes. They appeared empty, devoid of emotion.
Beside her the other man worked quietly. "OK, like I showed you," he
said at last to the man who crouched over Courtney. "Watch her eyes,"
he instructed. "It's one of the best parts of the job."
"What the hell's going on?" Courtney wondered, confused and mildly
apprehensive. "Why aren't they trying to help? What do they....
Oh... Ohhhh... Oh no! Oh, God!"
"Hey, I see what you mean about her eyes," the younger man said with a
wry chuckle as he groped between Courtney's thighs.
Courtney stared almost sightlessly up at her attacker, her immediate
thoughts focused on his hand between her legs. "Oh, please make him
stoppppp!" she cried silently as the dark complected man rubbed and
squeezed. It was then that she heard the pitiful gurgling groan from
beside her.
"This one's been shaving," the other man said gruffly.
Courtney knew with a cold certainty that her younger friend who had
come to visit from Colorado was also being handled against her will.
"Oh yeah?" Courtney's defiler responded. Then in a lewd tone he
added, "This one's a big girl. Aren't you baby." He cupped Courtney
with his hand then kneaded her supple flesh between strong fingers.
He smiled down at the helpless girl.
The older man who was obviously in charge then asked casually, "Is she
wet? They sometimes get wet from running?"
Courtney thought she would throw up when her attacker wormed a finger
between her ample labia.
"You're right again, man," he said as he slid his finger tip across
tissues that no one had touched for a good long time. "She's really
wet." Then he gazed once more into Courtney's staring eyes and said,
"You're just made for fucking, aren't you, sweetheart!"
Courtney's was nearly as mortified as she was terrified. "She
couldn't help it," she thought. "She was just that way. She always
had been."
Clinically speaking, Courtney had hyper active Bartholins' and Skene's
glands. These are the organs that produce and deliver lubricating
mucus to both the internal vaginal walls as well as the exterior
components of the female reproductive system such as the labia minora
and majora, the inner and outer lips. It had always been a tremendous
source of embarrassment for Courtney, even when she was a little girl.
It seemed that the slightest amount of stimulation, even a provocative
thought would trigger a reaction from her anatomy. As a rule, her
flow was so prodigious, that her panties would quickly become
saturated. God! how many men she'd had to fight off when they'd
mistaken her body's uncontrolled responses as an invitation to
proceed. Partly because of this condition, Courtney had developed a
healthy disrespect for the male of the species. "They only wanted one
thing!" Courtney believed whole heartedly. As a result, Courtney had
seriously curtailed her dating. She'd considered sex from time to
time, but couldn't seem to find a man who suited her standards. As
fate would have it, the man crouched over her, leering down at her
now, was the first male to touch Courtney in any meaningful way in
over a year.
"This little girl's kinda dry," the other man commented from beside
Courtney and her new friend. "Lemme show you another trick, and then
we'd better get them loaded up," he added.
Courtney looked up in dismay as the man with his hand on her nodded
toward his friend. He continued to rub and fondle.
"When they're dry, this little maneuver works like a charm. It gets
`em used to being handled and teaches `em respect." He looked down at
the pretty, young brunette whom he'd arranged so carefully on the path
next to her older friend.
Melody was thoroughly terrified. Even if she hadn't been immobilized
by the powerful drug, she would certainly have been paralyzed from
fright. Melody was a very pretty girl. She was fifteen years old,
dark haired, green eyed, with the face of an angel and the body of
budding fashion model. Melody was also a virgin. She'd been raised
in fundamentalist, Christian home, and so far, her extremely strict
mother and father had not even allowed her to entertain thoughts of
dating. Melody was every bit the overly protected, totally unworldly,
utterly inexperienced product of prudish, controlling parents. She
had thus far never been alone for even five minutes with a boy. She'd
been taught from day one by church and family that sex was taboo
outside of the wedding bed, a sin, a one-way ticket to hell, and
Melody believed them with all of her heart. So it was that when this
stranger, this horrible older man forced his big, rough hand into her
running shorts, Melody thought she would surely die.
Melody starred up at her attacker, her green eyes wide and filled with
fear. She was unable to move or to speak, but managed one soft
gurgling moan when the man began to rub her "down there". "Oh, God!"
she cried silently as he squeezed and groped. "I'm going to hell, for
sure!"
Then Melody heard the man mention shaving. "Shaving?" she wondered.
She didn't realize that man who now handled her had mistaken her very
sparse, soft brown wisps as a sign that she'd shaved herself. To his
delight and Melody's dismay, he'd soon discover his error. Melody's
tummy heaved, and had she been able to, she would have squealed in
pain, when the man's calloused finger probed into her previously
unexplored and most tender flesh.
Having never been with a man, Melody was at a loss when the two men
talked about certain female anatomical functions. Good girl that she
was, the teenager had not yet succumbed to the temptation to
masturbate, that too being a sin before God. So she had no idea what
being "dry" or "wet" referred to. Melody closed her big green eyes in
a silent prayer of thanks when the man at last withdrew his hand from
her private place. Perhaps he was finished with his wickedness.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of... mmmmmm!"
Melody's mentally whispered prayer was cut short when the man forced a
finger into her mouth. The startled teenager tried to bight down, but
found that her jaws were as unwilling to obey her mental orders as was
the rest of her body. Dismay clouded her pretty face as Melody gazed
up in horror at her tormentor. Unable to resist him, Melody was
forced to allow the man to explore the moist interior of her mouth
with his course digit. Quickly, he located her tongue, and began to
toy with the supple muscle while he smiled almost tenderly down at
her. Then he looked up in the direction of his accomplis.
"I like to use their own spit to get `em wet. Makes `em more
submissive," he explained.
Melody lay helpless while the older man manually explored her mouth at
his leisure.
"Let's see if we can't get you all in a lather, baby, like your friend
there," the man said after a moment.
Melody's tummy muscles tensed reflexively when she felt him reach down
with his free hand and tug at her shorts. Gazing up at the man,
Melody saw his black eyes grow noticeably wider at the same time that
she felt the cool fall breeze whisper against her private place. He'd
pulled the front of her jogging shorts down, exposing her femininity
to his and his buddy's gawking stares.
His finger momentarily ceased its dance with Melody's tongue as he
said hoarsely, "Man would you look at that!"
Melody couldn't see the other man clearly, but she knew he too was
staring at her. Melody heard him say, "Oh yeah, man!"
"If that's not the prettiest little pussy I've seen in a good long
time, I don't know what is," he said, his voice filled with lustful
admiration. Then he turned back to Melody. Smiling down at the
helpless teenager, he said while he wiggled his finger in her mouth,
"You are one pretty little girl, sweetheart. You're gonna learn a lot
in your new life." Then before Melody new what was happening, he
pulled his finger from her mouth. The next thing the young brunette
felt was that same finger, moistened with her own saliva slide between
the resilient folds of her outer labia and into that sweet, unexplored
world of velvety flesh.
"Oh, my, darlin'!" the older man said as he smiled into Melody's
shocked eyes. He wormed his finger deeper. Her tummy muscles flexed
once, twice, three times. "Why if I didn't know better, I swear that
this is the first time that you've been touched, little lady. Is that
right? Have you been a good girl?"
Melody closed her eyes in grief and shame.
"I think this one's a virgin," the older man said to his friend who,
by the way, still busied himself with Courtney while his mentor
examined the younger girl. "A virgin. Man, what a break. This is
fantastic!" He grinned at his partner. Then he looked back down at
Melody. "We're gonna introduce you to a bunch of new friends, who
you're really gonna love, sweetheart." He laughed out loud at his
witticism. "You need to relax, baby. Let your body go. It knows
what to do." He watched Melody's eyes as he slowly rubbed his finger
up and down between her supple folds. After a moment he said in an
impatient tone of voice, "You're so dry, honey. Why are you so dry?
That's no way for a girl to be," he scolded.
Melody was powerless to stop the man when her removed his hand from
her, then popped his finger back into her mouth. Melody received the
first taste of herself as he began to seek moisture in the well of her
sweet mouth. She gagged at her salty, tangy flavor on his finger. He
didn't linger there, but quickly returned his moistened digit to the
warmth between Melody's thighs.
After only a few seconds, the older man said to his accomplis in a
voice filled with exasperation, "Hey, lemme see your hand."
Guessing what his instructor wanted, the younger man slipped his hand
from inside of Courtney's shorts. He held it up. Beneath him,
Courtney lay in abject humiliation, staring up at the man's glistening
hand. It looked like he'd dipped it into a bucket of heavy mineral
oil. Even the cuff of his shirt sleeve was soaked. With a grin, he
returned his hand to Courtney panties. A sticky almost bubbling sound
could be heard as he began to kneed her resilient flesh.
"This young lady's sopping wet, man. She's got a nice big pussy, and
hairy too. I'd say she's got plenty of juice to go `round," he said
with a grin. He looked down at the mortified blond teenager then back
to his friend. "Need some?" he asked. He rubbed Courtney harder.
"Squish...squish...snap...squish..."
"Yeah, lemme borrow a little for her friend here, then we have got to
get outta here. He glanced at his wristwatch as he reached across to
where Courtney lay. Defenseless against his advance, Courtney felt
one man's hand replace that of the other. "Holy Christ!" the older
man exclaimed. "You're a wet one, aren't ya, girly! We're gonna put
you to good use, that's for certain. In a day or two, you're gonna be
a busy girl." He pulled his hand out of Courtney's shorts and stared
at his hand approvingly as he rubbed his finger tips together. His
palm and fingers and the backs of his knuckles were uniformly coated
with a sweet, milky, silky fluid. He leaned over Courtney and stared
into her eyes. "You're a regular pussy juice dispenser, baby. I like
that." He laughed his wicked laugh. Courtney thought she would die.
Melody exhaled in a soft moaning huff, when the man once again slid
his hand into her panties. This time, however, when he pressed one
finger against the slit between her practically hairless pussy lips,
it slipped effortlessly deep into Melody's very own sacred valley.
The young brunette then lay helpless while she was probed and touched
in places she wouldn't have believed existed. Only two places were
left unexplored that afternoon there on the path in the park. They
were deeper and even more sacred and private places. The innocent,
young brunette didn't know it at the time, but those two inner
sanctums and others would be visited soon enough.
Continued in Part Three...
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