Message-ID: <23897asstr$956891455@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: StoryMaster <StoryMaster@ix.netcom.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <3i7ggs4ok3vhv47k75mrgqqrn63ubsatk4@4ax.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Natural Selection 3" by The StoryMaster [M+~F+,nc] 1/1
Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 23:10:55 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23897>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, Lambchop, IceAltar
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.
_______________________________________________________
Natural Selection - by - The StoryMaster - Part Three
Invitations had gone out for the Grand Opening, and now the first line
of clients, filed into the Show Room right on schedule. It was a big
day. The hall was darkened save for one pencil thin spotlight which
shown on the solitary figure standing on a small dais at the far end.
"Gentlemen, welcome. Please, do come in," he said grandly to the
hushed crowd as they shuffled in his direction.
On cue the room lights were raised, and the group of a dozen or so men
stood blinking, gazing about themselves in wonder. None of these
chosen first few were by any means attractive individuals either in
stature or appearance. In fact, they had each been selected
specifically for their individual lack of physical handsomeness.
"Gentlemen, we want you to indulge yourselves here today. Take your
time, take your pick. As you can see, there are more than enough
young ladies to go around. Some of you may wish to choose more than
one, or feel free to pair up on a girl with a buddy . It's entirely
up to you how you wish to spend your morning," the Host said
benevolently. Airily, he swept a hand around the room, motioning to
the surrounding row of some twenty-five young ladies who awaited them.
Unlike the perspective clients, these girls were all strikingly
beautiful. They ranged in ages from their very early teenage years up
to the mid-twenties. Each was the answer to any man's prayers with
lithe, athletic bodies and startlingly lovely faces. Each had been
hand picked for her physical radiance and charm. Each was what most
men would consider to be unreachable. Their delights unobtainable due
entirely to their stunning good looks. And to a one, each of these
young ladies had felt to some degree the very same way about
themselves prior to being brought here.
Left to their own devices, these women would most certainly have
sought to pair up with only the most attractive and charismatic males
of the species, leaving us more common folk with only our shattered
dreams and painful disappointments. We see them in films and in
fashion magazines. We see them in day to day life on the arms of
those men fortunate enough to have been born more handsome and
debonaire. But never was there any real chance that we might have one
for our very own. That is until now, of course.
The group of relatively ungainly clientele stood in trance-like wonder
as they gazed in awe at the row of resplendent representatives of
femininity. The men seemed routed in place as is the usual initial
male reaction when confronted with such splendor. "Please, gentlemen.
Help yourselves. Don't be shy. They won't bight. Nor will they shun
you nor run from you. If they do, they will be punished," the Host
spoke magnanimously. The group slowly began separate, heading in
different directions, following their longings toward their dreams.
As promised, the young ladies did not retreat from them. Each girl
stood silently awaiting a companion for the morning's activities.
They were dressed alike in pale blue cotton dresses which buttoned
down the front. The young ladies were clothed only because the
organizers of the Facility felt that the emotional impact of being
disrobed by their respective partners was significant and therefore
worth while. The frocks were not unattractive, but were somewhat
utilitarian in design, and the button down fronts allowed them to be
removed with relative ease. Additionally, the seams of the dresses
were held together with soft velcro-like tape, allowing the entire
garment to be separated into pieces without damaging the material.
Beneath their blue dresses each girl wore a small, satin brazier. Her
panties were also somewhat remarkable.
One reason, in addition to obedience training, that these bewitching
young women awaited the clients so patiently and submissively was that
each was held in place on a special presentation stand. These stands
or mounts, designed specifically for this purpose, had bases three
feet in diameter made of heavy plate steel for stability. Two leather
and velcro ankle restraints were fitted to opposing edges of the round
base. A telescoping pole approximately two inches in diameter was
fitted vertically to the center of the base directly between the ankle
restraints. At the top of this shaft was affixed an anatomically
correct, hard, rubber phallus. Once a girl's feet were attached to
the base restraints, spreading her legs approximately to shoulder
width and her hands bound behind her with soft cordage, the phallus
could then be extended upward on the center pole and inserted into her
vagina sufficiently that she would be unable to rise up far enough to
dislodge it. Effectively, she would be mounted to the presentation
stand. The panties that all of the girls were issued, therefore had a
round hole stitched into the center panel of the garment directly over
her vaginal opening to facilitate the passage of the mount. Also,
like the dresses, the outside seams of the panties were held together
with velcro tapes over the hips, from the waist band to the leg
openings. The panties could be taken in half in order to facilitate
their removal without the need to dismount the girl from her
presentation stand.
"Remember, Gentlemen, you can afford to be picky. Take your time.
Choose that perfect girl, and don't forget, if there's time left
before the end of the morning session, you are welcome to come back
for seconds."
Several of the guests had already been drawn to a particular young
lovely while others wandered from one patiently waiting princess to
the next. A series of whimperings and whinings began to be heard
around the room.
"Feel free to touch them, Gentlemen," the Host said as he stepped down
off of his dais to join the happy crowd. "They are no longer the
glittering deities we've all been led to believe are unobtainable.
They await your attentions. Take them, Gentlemen," he encouraged the
group. "If you wish privacy, simply remove her from her mount. If
you need help, we will assist you. Then you may take your chosen
young love to one of our many Guest Rooms located around the perimeter
of the main hall and Show Room." He gestured with his hand around the
walls.
"Here, allow me to demonstrate," he said stepping up to a
breathtakingly beautiful red headed girl with flashing green eyes.
Placing one hand behind her neck, he pulled her face to his. As their
mouths met, with his other hand, he casually flipped the hem of her
dress up then slid his hand without hesitation into her panties. Two
men standing close by watched in amazement as the young girl at first
tried to pull away from their Host's advances. Spreading his fingers
as he pushed his hand between her trembling thighs he began to palpate
her resilient lips on either side of the impaling shaft lodged inside
of her supple interior. She moaned softly into his open mouth, as he
felt her pull her hips back and away from his exploring hand, causing
the mount shaft to press uncomfortably against the inside of her pubic
arch. He continued to slide his fingers back around the hard plastic
shaft, pressing upward against ductile female flesh while his tongue
danced inside of her mouth. The girl was utterly powerless to resist
his attentions. After several poignant moments had passed, he removed
his hand from under the red haired teenager's dress. He smiled at her
sweetly then reached out and gently pinched her one of her flushed
cheeks. Turning, he winked at the two men standing nearby then
strolled off into the crowd without another word.
Trinity was bordering on a state of shock as she gazed in horror at
her surroundings. The horrible device that these wicked people had
shoved up into her pressed uncomfortably hard against her tender
interior. In addition, the nineteen year old, golden haired Aphrodite
was still moderately raw from the laser treatments she'd been given a
little over a week ago to remove all traces of her pubic hair.
All of the girls were similarly treated, the organizers preferring for
them to be uncovered and open to for inspection.
Next to Trinity, and not more than six feet away, a large, bullish man
was in the process of unbuttoning the dress of a pretty girl much
younger than herself. The unfortunate brunette whimpered pitifully as
the man pawed roughly at her flawless skin. So far, no one had
approached Trinity, but she feared it was only a matter of time. It
did appear, however, that there were many more suffering young women
present than their were guests.
"Maybe there would be a chance that she'd be left alone," Trinity
prayed silently. The girl beside her squealed when the man with her
pinched one of her small breasts. Trinity cringed. "How had this
happened?" she asked herself and not for the first time. She
remembered setting her grocery bags down in the then deserted hallway
of her apartment building. She'd unlocked the door then bent down to
pick up her parcels, and then... Nothing. Until that is, she'd
awakened in this dreadful place.
Trinity was so lost in dark thoughts that she didn't see or hear the
man move toward her. "Hello, little darlin," he said in an unctuous
drawl.
Trinity looked up, startled. Then once she saw the man, creature
would have been a better description, she felt decidedly ill.
The brute was enormous. He weighed every bit of three hundred pounds.
He stared hungrily down at Trinity with beady little eyes sunken deep
into his fat face from a height of perhaps six and a half feet. His
cheeks looked like the jowls of a bloodhound and were spider-webbed
with tiny ruptured arteries.
"Wadaya say you and I get to know each other a little better, darlin'?
Would ya like that?" As he stepped in front of Trinity, his belly
proceeded him, pressing against her as he reached for her with hands
that looked like catcher's mitts. "Give your new daddy a big hug,
honey, OK?"
Trinity was not a small girl. She stood approximately five feet, ten
inches tall and weighed about one hundred thirty pounds, maybe a
little less. Her body, like the bodies of every young lady present,
was of course, immaculate. Trinity worked out regularly and kept
herself very fit and trim. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere that
wasn't needed to soften a curve or fill in a sharp angle. Trinity was
indeed a work of art. Here breasts were moderately sized and needed
little support, her tummy both flat and rounded at the same time in
that uncanny feminine manner. Trinity had fairly broad shoulders, a
smooth, muscular back and nicely flared hips. Her waist was trim and
narrow, her legs long and beautifully shaped.
It was Trinity's derriere that was her most enchanting feature. Were
she naked and allowed it, standing behind her, one would be treated to
a remarkable view of the smooth, tanned skin of her back swelling
toward you across two pronounced dimples located over her pelvic
crests on either side of her spine. From there, seeming to heave
toward you, two utterly magnificent glowing golden globes of
surprisingly firm yet supple flesh bloomed. Between these fantastic
orbs lies a haunting valley which beckons enchantingly to the
beholder, calling to you to explore its mysteries and treasures. Need
we say more?
Trinity instinctively tried to retreat away from the loathsome
gorilla, and was rewarded with a throbbing jab in her belly from the
mounting device she was attached to. She turned her face away quickly
as he crushed her cheek against his barrel shaped chest. Trinity
could feel his course mat of body hair rasp beneath his unlaundered
shirt.
"You sure are a pretty, young thing," Trinity heard his voice rumble
against the side of her head. "Now give daddy a kiss, darlin'.
The man moved faster than Trinity had expected. Too late she found
her face gripped by one enormous hand. Then his mouth was on hers,
crushing her lips. His breath stank. His tongue lapped back and
forth across her lips, but Trinity refused to allow him entry.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed her lips tightly together then tried
to shake her face free from his grasp.
"Now don't you be like that, little lady," he muttered just inches
from her nose. His sour breath made Trinity feel like throwing up.
"You be a good girl," he said. "I'm your daddy now."
Then without warning he dropped his other big paw to Trinity's left
breast and squeezed. When Trinity opened her mouth in an agonized
groan, he made his entrance.
His tongue darted across the insides of her lips then the backs of her
teeth. Trinity moaned softly into his open mouth as he kneaded her
firm flesh while his tongue sought after hers inside the warm interior
of her mouth.
Trinity's thoughts escaped to images of her steady boyfriend whom
she'd chosen just three months ago.
Trinity hadn't been with very many men. She felt she didn't have time
for them. She was much too busy most of the time working toward her
career in the cosmetics fashion business. Her good looks had opened
several doors for her thus far in her short time in the industry, and
Trinity was quickly learning how best to take advantage of this
situation. Unbeknownst to her steady boyfriend, she'd recently made
some suggestive flirtations toward one of her superiors. Already the
older man treated Trinity more preferentially, no doubt fantasizing
about spending time with her alone. Trinity reveled in her power over
him, and had already developed a plan of seduction guaranteed to move
her up in the company.
If the truth be known, this wasn't Trinity's first act of sexual
extortion. Trinity had a dirty, little secret, that so far she hadn't
told to a soul. And that secret was that Trinity had lost her
virginity in high school to her tenth grade algebra teacher, Mr.
Harris. At the time she'd been vying for a position on the junior
varsity gymnastics squad, but because her math grades were so
atrocious, she stood a very good chance of being passed over for
consideration for the team. She'd noticed for quite some time how in
class Mr. Harris often looked her way. Why on more than one occasion
while he gave a lecture explaining some dry algebraic formula, he
stared directly at Trinity. At first it had made the young girl
uncomfortable. She was concerned that her friends would notice and
tease her unmercifully. Then one day, a new thought popped into
Trinity's pretty head.
Knowing she needed to do something to try to remedy the situation with
her mathematics scores, Trinity decided to perform a little
experiment. The next day in Mr. Harris' class she sat at her usual
desk so as not to look too obvious, but she sat in her seat in such a
way that when the hem of her skirt rode up one beautifully shaped
thigh, her teacher could not fail to notice. When Mr. Harris at last
looked her way, his reaction was instantaneous. His eyes suddenly
became riveted to Trinity, and he wasn't looking at her face either.
He was so distracted that he actually bungled his lecture causing him
to become even more flustered and embarrassed. Several of the other
kids in the class snickered, not guessing the source of his
befuddlement. But when Mr. Harris again looked at Trinity, this time
directly in the eye, the beautiful, blond teenager smiled at him
knowingly. Then while she held him fixed in her gaze like a viper
holds a sparrow, Trinity slowly parted her knees beneath her desk.
The angle was just right so that only Mr. Harris and no one else could
see. Trinity almost laughed out loud as the agitated man licked his
dry lips. What Mr. Harris saw were the creamy white insides of two
immaculate thighs which disappeared invitingly into the dim reaches
beneath Trinity's plaid skirt.
Events escalated quickly following that morning, and it wasn't long
afterward that teacher and student met behind closed doors. One
certainly can't fault Mr. Harris in any way. He was faced with an
enchantress of rare poise and beauty. This is not to say that he was
utterly naive and unsuspecting. To a certain degree, Mr. Harris
allowed himself to be seduced by the young girl, and all the while led
her to believe that she was calling the shots. However, out of the
experience, Trinity came away feeling a new sense of power. She'd
found a new avenue to achieve that which she desired. She knew with a
certainty that she could take anything she wanted from any man, simply
by offering him even the faintest hope of getting close to her.
As far as the actual sexual act was concerned, Trinity was
unimpressed. Granted, her math teacher was no John Holmes, but he'd
done what he could for the girl. Losing that which many young girls
hold sacred, to Mr. Harris was no big deal for Trinity either. It
stung a little at first, and then it was over. Simply another means
of achieving an end. One thing's for certain, Trinity's math grades
improved. She made the gymnastics team and went on to become quite
adept at agility routines, and the parallel bars. Once her position
on the squad was secure, Trinity quickly broke things off with Mr.
Harris. He was no longer needed.
Rick was different though. He really didn't have anything that
Trinity needed, he was just nice to look at. And more importantly,
they made an attractive couple which in turn made Trinity nicer to
look at. She also used her relationship with Rick as a shield against
unexpected or undesired advances by other males. All in all, the
relationship was perfect for Trinity. Rick provided her with the
image she felt she needed in the professional world, and she gave him
what he felt he needed from time to time, albeit, reluctantly more
often than not. In essence, Rick was a "boy toy" for Trinity.
Their sex life was relatively tame, neither of them liking to
experiment, and since it happened so infrequently, on most occasions
it was over almost before it started. Trinity didn't particularly
care for foreplay, feeling that it merely prolonged the inevitable.
And she wouldn't dream of attempting oral sex, though Rick had pleaded
with her on numerous occasions. Hell, she didn't even really like to
touch the damn thing for that matter. For all of her seemingly
boundless physical beauty, Trinity was a rather inexperience young
woman in the ways of love. All of her life she'd been the one to
choose, the one to lead. Never had Trinity dreamed she'd ever be out
of control of her immediate future as far as her relationships with
the opposite sex were concerned. In this regard, Trinity's life had
already taken a drastic change in direction.
After what seemed to Trinity to be an endless period of time, the big
man released her. He wiped the saliva off of his fat lips and jowls
with the back of one hand. Trinity on the other hand was unable to do
anything about the smear of spittle which covered her cheeks, chin and
nose. She glared at her large tormentor trying to put on a show of
defiance, but her courage was flagging rapidly.
Trinity and the other girls had been given some explicit instructions
by their abductors that they were expected to abide by with regards to
their general deportment as well as permissible reactions to the
guests' attentions. Trinity would be allowed to resist their advances
to a degree without fear of reprisal, but never was she to strike or
bight or in anyway attempt to do bodily harm to any of her new
partners. She and the other girls were told in no uncertain terms
that the consequences for violating these house rules would be both
swift and severe. Following this indoctrination lecture, as if to
reinforce these terms and conditions, Trinity and the others were
raped several times.
It had been a first for Trinity, being taken by a man forcibly and
against her will. It had not been at all pleasant, but the rapes had
served their purpose, in letting these high strung young ladies know
that their lives were now in the hands of others, and that there was
little they could do about it.
A sound caused Trinity to look to her left toward the young girl whom
she'd heard whimpering earlier. She was completely naked now, and the
bullish man who'd chosen her for his plaything was in the process of
removing her from her mount. Then he led her away in the direction of
one of the private "Guest Rooms" where he would no doubt have his way
with her.
"Pretty little thing, ain't she," the grotesque man standing in front
of Trinity said lewdly. "I almost picked her too," he commented
almost wistfully. Then when Trinity refused to look at him, he
grabbed her firmly by chin and cheeks and turned her startled eyes to
his. "And to think if I had, I'd a missed out on you, little darlin'.
Now wouldn't that have been a shame." He chuckled at Trinity's
expression of repugnance. "Now I know I ain't nothin' to look at,
darlin', but I think you'll get used to me in time. Wadaya say we
have a better look at you now, sweetheart. I think I'd like that a
lot." Without further delay he reached out and began to unfasten the
buttons of Trinity's dress.
She knew it was inevitable, but none the less, when the big man began
to disrobe her, it was both horrifying and sickening. "Nnnnnno,"
Trinity moaned sadly when at last he finished with the buttons. Then
spreading the soft lapels of her smock, the man slipped it back over
her athlete's shoulders and let it fall behind her where it hung from
her bound wrists. Trinity felt a cutting wave of humiliation pass
through her as the horrible man stood briefly appraising her near
nakedness.
The dress hadn't provided much in the way of a defense, but it had
covered the dehumanizing sight of the pole which stood between her
restrained legs, passing through her panties and into her person.
Trinity was completely helpless to prevent the man from proceeding.
She stood impaled and powerless as the ugly individual unfastened the
small brazier she wore. It too soon slid over her elbows and joined
her frock hanging at her wrists behind her back. Surprisingly, he
eyed her exposed breasts only briefly before he crouched down in front
of her. The effort involved with lowering his massive bulk caused him
to fart. He was disgusting. Trinity had little time to consider her
rapidly deteriorating situation before the man reached out with his
big paws and gingerly tore open the left side seam of her specialized
panties. Trinity felt the cool room air on her skin as she was
methodically exposed. He opened the other seam. The cutout area in
the center panel let the panties slide down the telescoping center
shaft of Trinity's presentation stand. In a matter of moments,
Trinity stood naked and exposed.
"My, my, little darlin'," he exclaimed somewhat breathlessly as he
studied his prize. "They do a nice job shaving you girls, don't
they." Then with a series of audible grunts and groans, he labored up
to a standing position. Knowing that it was bound to happen
eventually did nothing to lessen the emotional blow when while looking
her directly in the eyes, the big ugly monster placed a hand between
Trinity's legs, touching her in that sacred place previously reserved
only for a chosen few.
Following the example set by his Host Trinity's new friend separated
his fingers around the impaling mount and began to kneed her resilient
outer labia, pressing the firm rolls of flesh upward and inward
against the hard rubber phallus.
"Does that rubber cock feel good inside my little girl," the horrid
creature breathed into Trinity's face as he touched her. He then did
something wholly unexpected. He placed his other big mitt in the
small of Trinity's back. Holding her between his powerful hands, he
began to move her pelvis slowly back and forth. This had the
unpleasant effect of shifting Trinity's tender vaginal flesh on the
impaling apparatus. He stared deep into her eyes and grinned, her
discomfort unmistakable and most enjoyable. He leaned toward her to
kiss her. Trinity turned her face quickly away. He kissed her on the
cheek then down her neck. All the while he continued to rock her
slowly back and forth on her mount. At the same time he rubbed and
palpated her supple flesh around the impaling hard rubber.
Trinity, like the other young beauties on display this morning had
been artificially lubricated to facilitate mounting, however, it is
not unusual for a woman once penetrated, even under duress, to begin
to self-lubricate, given the proper stimulation. Trinity was no
exception, and to her unending horror, her new friend noticed her
body's natural reaction to his attentions.
He leaned over and nibbled at Trinity's right nipple. The dark pink
nubbin quickly became erect. He shifted his attentions to the other
breast. He licked her other nipple with just the tip of his tongue,
once... twice. He looked up at Trinity and grinned mischievously. He
rubbed her pussy, his fingers now moist and slippery. With his teeth,
he gently bit down on Trinity's nipple. She trembled in his hands.
After nibbling first one firm breast, then the other for what seemed
like forever, the horrid troll again looked up at Trinity. "Little
girl likes me. I can tell." He winked at the distraught young woman
. "I know how to treat a girl right, darlin'. You'll see," he said.
Then suddenly he looked up. "Hey, I wonder where everybody's got off
to?"
Trinity followed his gaze around the big room. Most of the dreadful
instruments of torture that her captors referred to as presentation
stands now stood empty. The hard rubber phalluses stood around the
perimeter of the hall like so many candles on some gruesome birthday
cake. Remnants of clothing littered the floor around several of the
stands, their occupants having been escorted to more private quarters
with their chosen companions for the morning's activities. Of the
original two dozen young women, only a handful now remained. Trinity
gazed around at them, her expression one of sympathy, even pity. They
were all young and lovely. They were still clothed in the blue
dresses they'd been issued, but Trinity knew with a cold certainty
that someone would soon be calling upon them to remove those dresses.
Each would be examined then selected by a man like he might choose a
ripe cantaloupe.
What Trinity witnessed from her somewhat unenviable position is the
true liberalization of the natural selection process. All of the
females present this morning had over the past few weeks been
methodically darted and collected. Culled from the general population
for their physical comeliness alone to act as the first ambassadors of
their gender. As mentioned earlier, the gentlemen invited here for
this gala grand opening were representative of society's less than
attractive segment. Under ordinary circumstances there is little
doubt that these unfortunate gentlemen would most certainly be
unmercifully spurned by these "elite" females. Today and from this
time forward, however, for these men and women the process by which
sexual partners and mates are chosen would return to the more
traditional format wherein the male of the species takes a female or
females unto himself to keep or to share, to breed or simply to enjoy.
It was the hopes of the founders of the Facility that a few of the
gentlemen invited here today would wish to return to aid in the
process of conditioning a fresh new group of girls once they were
acquired. The young ladies who were currently guests of the Facility
would be released back into the population once their demeanor was
deemed suitable. It was believed that following their stay at the
Facility, they will be less discriminating and far more liberal in
their views about relationships. Only time will tell.
Trinity was startled back to the present when she felt the rough hands
of her own partner begin to travel over her body, touching,
squeezing, stroking. He stood by her side now. He hefted first one
supple breast then the other, squeezing each firm orb of flesh gently
before sliding his calloused right hand slowly down her tummy. The
big man kissed Trinity's shoulder as his fingers separated around hard
rubber. His left hand worked its way down Trinity's strong back while
the young girl trembled under his touch. He spread his big hand over
Trinity's firm buttocks, his large palm all but covering one golden
cheek.
"You got a great ass, darlin'," he muttered as he began to squeeze and
fondle back there. "It's why I picked you, you know," he said,
smiling into Trinity's distressed eyes when she looked his way. "Your
boyfriend like your ass, darlin'? I know a pretty thing like you has
got to have at least one boyfriend," he murmured. His fingers slipped
between Trinity's cheeks.
Instantly Trinity's entire body went rigid. She clamped her cheeks
together as hard as she could in an effort to resist the man's latest
explorations.
"I'll bet you you're fuckin' some star athlete or lawyer or somethin',
aren't ya sweetheart," the man whispered from behind Trinity's left
ear. "Maybe playin' one against the other. Isn't that right,
darlin'."
He worked his fingers deeper between those fabulous mounds. Trinity
moaned in response.
"What's wrong, little darlin. Didn't your pretty boy rock star teach
you how to have a good time back here?" His middle finger found
Trinity's puckered nethermost portal. She jerked once then froze when
he put pressure against that never before attempted entryway.
He moved behind her now. With his bear-like right arm wrapped around
the young girl he squeezed and kneaded the her full labia while he
pulled Trinity's lithe body back against his gelatinous, soft belly.
Then, with the middle finger of his left hand, he entered Trinity dry
to the first knuckle.
Trinity groaned miserably as the man wormed his horrible finger into
her previously unvisited anal passage.
"Shhhh, darlin," the man whispered. "I might not look as good as that
flashy lawyer of yours, but I'm gonna show you things that you ain't
never dreamed of."
"Nnnnnnnn... ugghh, Goddd..." Trinity groaned as his finger pushed in
deeper.
"And you know what else, sweetheart?" he murmured. "We're not goin'
in any room like the rest of `em, no siree. You and I are gonna have
our fun right here so everybody can see. Besides, that rubber cock's
gonna really feel good when mine slides in right next door."
"No, please," Trinity heard herself plead. She'd never begged for
anything in her life before. It was thoroughly degrading.
"Now you just hush, little darlin," the big man said as he removed his
finger from Trinity's ass. "Don't you fight me now, baby. You know
what happens if you fight me," he said breathlessly. He seemed to be
in more of a hurry now. He removed his other hand from between
Trinity's thighs and stepped back from the trembling teenager who
stood naked before him impaled on her stand.
Trinity heard that dreaded and telltale "zippppp..." from behind her.
She jerked her head around in time to see the fleshy log fall from the
ogre's trousers beneath the hair covered mass of his enormous belly.
Then he quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down around his
ankles. Already his manhood had grown. Trinity obviously had never
seen an obese man naked before. For reasons unknown, she'd always
supposed they would have small penises invisible beneath their
distended bellies. To the contrary, what Trinity saw pointing toward
her was hardly invisible.
Taking his engine in one hand, the beast shuffled closer. While
Trinity stared in growing horror, he suddenly produced a small tube of
K/Y Jelly he'd obviously had concealed on his person for just such an
occasion. "This'll make things go a lot easier for us, darlin," he
said in a conversational tone of voice as he squeezed a generous
amount of the clear lubricant onto his cock shaft. "After all, we
want you to enjoy your first time, don't we," he said with a wink. He
then began to stroke his cock, spreading the slippery substance evenly
along its considerable length. With his other hand he took Trinity by
her bound wrists. Then a thought struck him. Releasing his manhood
momentarily, he casually flipped the dress which hung from Trinity's
wrists up and over her right shoulder to get it out of his way.
"You're gonna be seein' God real soon, darlin'," he chuckled wickedly
as he pulled upward on Trinity's hands, forcing her to bend forward at
the waist.
"No, wait... please, no.." Trinity whined. Then she groaned bitterly
as her weight shifted forward causing her mount to stab at her vaginal
depths. "Noo, don't. Oh please..." she cried pitifully when she felt
his hairy belly press against her backside. At the same time a hot,
slippery nob slid upward between her buttocks, touching her,
hunting....
"Hush, darlin'. All I wanna hear from you is you crying "Oh daddy!"
You hear me," he growled as he pressed himself against Trinity's back
door.
Reflexively Trinity tried to stand up on her tiptoes in a futile
effort to free herself from her mount. She pleaded with her partner
one last time. Then as often happens when a female is entered,
Trinity fell silent. She felt herself begin to stretch. It started
with a slight stinging sensation as her sphincter fought to maintain
her sanctity. The sting was bearable but very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, however, it was replaced by a gut wrenching cramping tumult
of pain. As Trinity fell forward onto her vaginal mount, the big man
not only became her lover, but he also assumed the distinction of
being her very first "back door man".
Once her sphincter fell to his assault, the big man's hairy thighs
quickly met with Trinity's firm buttocks, the lubricating jelly he'd
applied to himself, providing him with unimpeded access to her depths
in one smooth thrust.
Continued in Part Four...
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+