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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Natural Selection 5" 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 Five
"Man you've certainly outdone yourself this time!" the Associate at
the underground loading dock said to the Hunter-gatherer. "Where did
you find her?" He stared into the open rear doors of the white van.
His facial expression was undeniably one of appreciation.
"Parking garage," the larger man answered unemotionally. Leaning into
the back of the van, he grasped the young woman by her ankles and
prepared to off load his catch. "Move that gurney closer, would you,"
he ordered. It was just after five o'clock, and he was impatient to
get back on the streets. There was still a lot of good hunting this
time of day. Joggers, late afternoon shoppers, pet walkers; they were
his for the taking, and each one yielded him a substantial amount of
money, not to mention the personal satisfaction he derived from a
successful hunt.
As the two men attempted to slide the young woman onto the rolling
stretcher, her denim skirt managed to snag on the edge of the van's
door frame, hoisting the blue cotton material up to her waist. "Holy,
shit! Would you look at these!" the younger Associate exclaimed.
"Those are some very sexy panties our little girl's wearing'." Both
men paused to gaze at the tiny thong style panties, the waist band of
which tightly spanned the young woman's prominent hip bones. In the
very center of the thin piece of elastic was a small pink bow. Above
this dainty bow was the softly tanned and well rounded tummy of a
healthy young female. Below it, a small triangle of pale pink satin
barely adequate to cover that treasure which all men sought.
The wayward skirt popped loose from whatever it had caught upon ,and
the two men where able at last to arrange the young lady onto the
gurney for the short transport into the facilities' Prep Room. During
the entire progression of being manhandled from the back of the van
and onto the waiting stretcher, the young brunette had in no way
attempted to resist. In fact, she hadn't moved a muscle. She was not
unconscious, for her brown eyes were wide open.
The younger Associate now took the opportunity to gaze into those
shining chestnut pools as he murmured, "I'll bet you were wearing
those sexy panties for a reason, weren't you sweetheart?" He smiled
down at the girl on the cot. He knew she could hear every word he
said. He knew she understood what he was saying, for he could see the
recognition in her eyes. And the fear. "Sure you were. I'll bet
dollars to doughnuts that you were goin' out tonight to find yourself
a man and reel him in. Right, baby?" He loved to toy with them. It
was one of the most rewarding parts of his job. "Well, not to worry,
sweetheart. Your search is over. From now on, we're gonna be doing
that for you." He then fell silent, staring down at her almost
hungrily.
The young woman's facial expressions, although slow to respond to her
ever changing emotional state, none the less beautifully portrayed her
confusion and apprehension. Strangely, she did nothing to combat the
ungainly man when he then slid one arm beneath the small of her back.
Lifting her beneath her slim waist, the Associate managed to raise the
young girl's buttocks up enough so that he could smooth her skirt back
down over her graceful thighs. Her body was not at all rigid, nor
were her supple limbs limp like those of an unconscious person.
Smiling down at her while he worked, the Associate expertly arranged
the young woman's arms, placing her hands folded across her abdomen,
where they remained rather than falling to her sides.
"She got any ID?" he asked the Hunter-gatherer, who now busied himself
with closing up the rear of his transport vehicle.
"Probably in here," he replied, stooping to retrieve a small and
stylish backpack from the concrete floor. "Well," he said
conversationally. "She's all yours." He handed the backpack to the
man beside the gurney who then placed it on top of the young lady's
knees. "With any luck, I'll see you later tonight," the
Hunter-gatherer said as he moved around to the driver's side of the
van.
"Good luck and good hunting," the Associate said, respectfully.
The entire transfer had been handled completely professionally. The
Associate watched for a moment as the white van pulled away from the
platform and out through the concealed exit of the receiving area.
Then with practiced efficiency he began to secure the wide restraint
straps over the young woman's shoulders, hips and ankles. The
restraints were in fact unnecessary due to the nature of the
immobilizing agent the young woman had been given, but one couldn't be
too careful in this line of work, the Associate knew.
Ketamine was the drug of choice of the Hunter-gatherers for both the
Youth Training Center and of his own employers. Widely used by
procurers of large animal and primate specimens for zoos and other
institutions, Ketamine was the ideal compound for their often
"delicate" 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. Ketamine allowed the
subject only limited voluntary muscle function, generally restricted
to the facial and abdominal muscles as well as some internal
musculature. The involuntary and sensory nervous systems were
unaffected by the drug. Under the influence of Ketamine, the subject
ordinarily remains conscious and cognitive, maintaining approximately
eighty-five to ninety percent of her mental acuity level, but is
unable to access that part of the voluntary nervous system which
controls motor activity. Muscle and skin tone generally remains
within acceptable tolerances, as do all glandular and reproductive
functions. All in all, a more ideal compound to accommodate their
needs has not, to date, been found.
From the gurney, the lovely brunette gazed helplessly up at the man as
he went about binding her. When, at last, he was satisfied with his
handiwork, the Associate, still smiling, said to her. "OK, let's go
inside and begin your new life, young lady." The two heavy stainless
steel doors whispered open as the gurney bearing its lovely passenger
was wheeled through.
"Hsssssss...thump," they closed quietly behind.
Mandy lay stunned and helpless on the padded gurney as she was rolled
toward an uncertain future. As had been the case for more than an
hour, she was totally unable to move a muscle in her body other than
her eyes. Mandy blinked in the bright flourescent lighting as they
proceeded down the silent hallway. Looking down toward her feet,
Mandy gazed at the ominous figure who pushed her along. She could
feel the vibration of the gurney wheels beneath her. She could hear
the soft sounds of their passage. She could smell the strange,
slightly antiseptic atmosphere of the mysterious Facility into which
she'd been delivered. Although she was terrified, Mandy was relieved
to be anywhere other than in the company of the ox of a man who'd
abducted her. He'd treated her like a piece of merchandise. He'd
touched her. He was horrible. Mandy shivered reflexively. Her
involuntary muscles were fully functional.
As she was rolled down the silent hallway, Mandy reflected upon the
events of the past couple of hours in an effort to piece together
exactly what had happened to her.
Since he was so very talented at remaining undetected while stalking
his prey, Mandy hadn't noticed the man following her through the
crowded mall. She had finished her shopping at around four o'clock.
Her last stop had been at Nordstrom where she'd purchased a new musk
scented perfume. The provocative fragrance coupled with the extremely
seductive undergarments she wore for the occasion, gave Mandy what she
hoped would be the necessary "weaponry" she required to gain the upper
hand in her conveniently developing relationship with her journalism
professor, Hank Peters. As she rode the elevator down to the
subterranean parking garage, Mandy looked at her wrist watch. She
figured that she had just enough time to make it back to the Community
College in time to "ambush" the older man. Her conscience
occasionally nagged her annoyingly as thoughts of Jeff, her steady
boyfriend of over a year, surfaced unbidden. Coldly, Mandy pushed
them aside and concentrated on her planned rendezvous. "I've got to
pass this class," she reminded herself. "And what Jeff doesn't know
won't hurt him."
It was a calculated move on her part, and for Mandy Evans, it would
not be the first such maneuver. At eighteen and a half years of age,
she was a very handsome young lady, and like most all attractive
girls, Mandy had learned early on how to use her good looks to get
what she wanted, in particular in her dealings with the opposite sex.
Jeff was her first "meaningful relationship" as Mandy called it,
however, beginning at age thirteen, Mandy Evans had engaged in several
relationships of convenience. Most had been platonic in nature which
was just fine with Mandy. She lived for those times when she could
acquire what she wanted without having to give anything in return.
Mandy Evans was an extremely parsimonious and self-absorbed young
lady. However, two or three of her "conquests" had in time become
more demanding, forcing Mandy to "put out". Even though she had by
then begun her "meaningful relationship" with Jeff, Mandy had without
compunction bestowed her charms upon a high school French teacher, a
young salesman of BMW automobiles (Mandy now drove a white BMW
convertible), and once, although she would never admit it to anyone,
ever, her older brother, Kenneth.
Mandy had a rationalization for each and every instance, and of
course, she never told Jeff. Mandy had Jeff exactly where she wanted
him. Jeff would do anything for her. Mandy unquestionably "wore the
pants" in that family, and those pants were rarely lowered without a
very good reason. Also there is little doubt that should the need
arise, Mandy would dump Jeff without a second thought. "After all,"
she'd often thought. "Men are only here to be played with. They're
all so stupid, and they only think with their dicks."
As if to prove her point, Mandy had been acutely aware of the hungry
gazes and longing stares of practically every man she'd passed during
her shopping. Mandy Evans was indeed good looking. The pretty
teenager stood five feet, six inches tall and weighed only one hundred
pounds. Mandy's body, now at the peak of its development was a work
of art. Broad shoulders, small firm breasts graced with tight, dark
nipples, slim waist, beautifully spreading hips, long, muscular legs.
Mandy was every man's dream. Her face was equally captivating. Her
high cheekbones, pert upturned nose and generous mouth were framed by
long, dark hair, thick and luxurious. Her chestnut eyes were like
deep pools, inviting you in for a swim. No one would guess that just
below their surface lurked a shark, cunning and ruthless. The
Hunter-gatherer who'd bagged Mandy Evans had no idea that he'd managed
to capture the very essence of female arrogance and self-centeredness
in this young beauty. Mandy Evans exhibited precisely the type of
behavior that the creator of this Facility was determined to eradicate
from the female population of the planet.
The elevator doors opened, and Mandy stepped out into the dimly lit
parking garage. The air was cool and smelled of petroleum saturated
concrete. Mandy, lost in thoughts of her upcoming engagement with her
college professor, never knew what hit her. Before she knew what was
happening, Mandy found herself on her back in the rear of van. It all
happened so fast. One second she'd been in the elevator, and the
next, she was in the van with a strange man leaning over her. Mandy
remembered feeling a slight sting, then she'd fallen onto the hard
cement parking lot. Stunned, Mandy thought certainly the stranger who
quickly appeared was there to help. "Odd that she couldn't talk," but
Mandy was grateful, in a way, when the big man scooped her up
effortlessly in his arms, and carried her toward the white van. Then
things had gotten weird. Instead of helping her into the passenger
seat or even the side door, the man carried Mandy to the rear of the
van. She heard the keyless entry system go "thunk" as the doors
unlocked. Mandy, at that point began to wonder what in the hell was
going on. She tried again to say something, but all she was able to
manage was a throaty croaking sound. The big man had ignored her
anyway. He must have been extremely powerful, because to Mandy
surprise, he was able to hold her with one arm while he opened the
rear cargo doors with the other. Thankfully the big man was careful
not to injure Mandy in the process of loading her into the big
vehicle. Mandy recalled being surprised to find that the rear of the
van was padded. Once Mandy was in, he quickly closed the rear doors.
In the dim light of the van's interior, he knelt over her. "Welcome
aboard," he whispered. Mandy squeaked. That sting happened again.
It came from her right hip. Mandy gazed upward in confusion, noticing
that the man held what appeared to be a tiny feathered dart in his big
hand. "No reason to leave this in you. It's done its work already,"
he said then tucked the little projectile into his top shirt pocket.
Mandy's facial expression described her bewilderment far better than
words ever could. She tried once again to speak. "Save your energy,
sweetheart. You're gonna need it later on," he said matter-of-factly
as he proceeded to arrange Mandy's arms across her chest. "Don't
bother trying to move or speak. You'll find that will be quite
impossible. That little dart that I pulled out of your pretty rear
end contained a drug that has rendered your motor nervous system
inoperative for the time being, you see." He glanced at his wrist
watch. "In a minute, you and I are going for a ride. For me, it's
just another `day at the office'." He paused to chuckle at his
witticism. "For you, sweetheart, it's the beginning of a new way of
life." He watched Mandy's eyes widen. "Do you understand me, baby?
Are you with me?" he asked condescendingly. "Maybe we'd better check
to be sure. Wadaya say?"
Mandy had never been so utterly astonished in all of her eighteen
years as when, with no warning what-so-ever, the big man had deftly
slipped his hand under her skirt and into her panties in what seemed
to her like one, fluid motion. Mandy lay stunned and helpless as he
then proceeded to worm one finger into her very most guarded and
private place.
"There you are," the man said smiling down at her. "I see you in
there." He began to rub her firmly. Mandy felt sick. "You're a
pretty young lady," he murmured casually as he continued to handle
Mandy. "I'm sure that my employers will find it easy to keep you
occupied, my dear. You're gonna meet a lot of people and make a lot
of new friends real soon, I can assure you." His horrid finger never
stopped its explorations. "But in order to do that, my dear girl,
you're going to have to learn how to make yourself wet." He chuckled
at the loathing he saw flash in Mandy's brown eyes. "A pretty thing
like you should stay wet all the time, and I promise you that my
employers will show you how. But for now."
The man didn't finish his sentence. Mandy was momentarily confused
when he suddenly withdrew his hand from inside her panties. Then to
her utter dismay, he slowly moved his hand toward her face, his middle
finger extended. Mandy tried to turn her head away, but was, of
course, unable to do so. She received the first whiff of her own
musky scent just before his finger touched her lips. Mandy tried to
clench her teeth together as a last line of defense, but all she was
able to do was to purse her lips ever so slightly. A barely audible
moan came from Mandy as the man parted her lips and then slipped his
finger virtually unopposed into her mouth. Mandy's tummy heaved when
she gagged. She tasted her tangy, salty essence on his finger as he
quickly located and then began to stroke her tongue.
"You have such a warm mouth, sweetheart." He swirled his finger
around and around Mandy's tongue. She was powerless to stop him.
"But like I said before. You're gonna have to learn to get yourself
wet, `cause you're gonna be using your pretty mouth for other things."
Mandy closed her eyes. She was beyond being mortified. What this man
was doing and saying to her was so debasing, that the teenager was
shaken to the depths of her psyche. The man pulled his moistened
finger from her mouth. Mandy opened her brown eyes and looked up at
him with icy hatred. But unfortunately, all of her mental death
wishes were dashed when with a smirk, the big man first flipped the
front of Mandy's skirt up, exposing her panties. The very same
panties that Mandy had worn expressly to entice and to lure. No
luring would be necessary, however, that day or ever again for Mandy
Evans. Mandy's stomach muscles flexed responsively when the big man's
finger, wet with her own saliva slipped effortlessly between her plump
outer labia. Although a part of Mandy's psyche screamed for her to
close her eyes and shut out the wickedness and horror, inexplicably,
she was unable to do so. Not because of the immobilizing drug, but
rather as a result of the instinctive, albeit morbid, fascination she
experienced from being handled against her will. As his finger
explored deeper between her resilient lips, Mandy stared into his dark
eyes. She'd been touched before, but this man's touch was somehow
more invasive. He smiled down at her, recognizing her inward gaze as
his finger tip found the small petals of Mandy's inner lips. Slowly
his finger traveled over supple flesh, first up one side, caressing
between her outer and inner labia, then over her clitoral hood and
down the other side of Mandy's womanhood, arriving at last over her
vaginal portal. He paused. Mandy looked directly into the black pits
of his eyes. Whether she silently pled with him or subconsciously
challenged him during that brief moment in time, neither would ever
know for certain.
If it was a plea, he ignored it. If it was a dare, the man called her
on it. With a gradually widening smile, he pushed his long middle
finger slowly into Mandy. As always, her expression was worth a
thousand words. "My, my," he whispered. "We are a tight little girl.
Aren't we, sweetheart." His second knuckle disappeared between soft
folds. Mandy's eyes widened farther still. She blinked once, but was
unable to tear her eyes from those of her defiler. Her cheeks puffed
slightly and she exhaled sharply when he rotated his finger inside of
her, deftly sampling her inner convolutions. Mandy instinctively
clamped down on his finger. "Her internal musculature appears to be
in tact and responsive," he noted. "That's it, sweetheart. Squeeze
me real hard. I'll just bet the boys have a good time when they're
with you. Am I right, honey?" he said gruffly. His finger went in
deeper still. Mandy's lips parted slightly, exposing her prefect
teeth.
Her eyes began to appear almost glassy looking. He knew from
experience that the teenager was shutting down on him. It is widely
known that at some point when a female is taken forcibly, she will
attempt to mentally and emotionally distance herself from the
circumstances of her perceived misfortune. If, however, she is going
to be successfully conditioned to full functionality, it is of
paramount importance that she be "kept in the now". She must be
trained to focus, to concentrate. His employers had several methods
of dealing with this inevitability, but here in the transport van, he
was at somewhat of a disadvantage. Besides, if he was going to have
time to set up for the blond he'd been observing for the past two
weeks, he would need to get a move on. "Well, my darling girl," he
said in a disappointed tone of voice. "As much as I'd like to spend
some quality time with you, I have work to do. Duty calls, you know,"
he chuckled good naturedly. While spoke, he slowly moved his middle
finger in and out of Mandy. He was rewarded finally with a few sticky
sounds which came from between the teenager's trim thighs. He was
glad of the fact that he hadn't lost his touch. In so short a time,
he'd managed to stimulate her enough to elicit a glandular reaction.
The young teenager was getting wet for him. After two particularly
loud, wet snapping sounds he slowly extracted his finger from inside
of his latest catch. As he did, he noticed Mandy's hips drop downward
almost imperceptibly. She'd been very close to instinctively humping
his hand, he realized. "Another good sign," he noted. "This one will
be very popular," he thought to himself.
"OK," he said somewhat abruptly after a moment of silent reflection.
He admired the sexy panties for another minute before smoothing her
skirt down over her shapely legs. "Like I said, I've got work to do,
so let's get you home," he continued. "Parting is such sweet sorrow,"
he murmured softly as he smiled down at Mandy. "I'll tell you what,
sweetheart," he said with a strain as he shifted his bulk in the
relatively cramped confines of the rear of the van. "I promise that
I'll come and look in on you after a few weeks. That'll give you some
time to adjust to your new life, and then maybe we can have some fun
together. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby," he said. He slid his
hand under the hem of Mandy's denim skirt and squeezed her inner
thigh.
Mandy stared up at him blankly while he proceeded to fasten the
transport's restraint belts across her shoulders and hips. She was
beyond fear and even humiliation. Inside of Mandy Evans smoldered a
hot rage. One that at that point in time she believed would never,
could never be extinguished.
They turned left and immediately another set of shining steel doors
opened ahead of them. "Here we are," the man propelling the gurney
said almost cheerfully.
Unable to turn her head, Mandy's initial inspection of the room into
which she'd just been ushered was restricted to that which she could
see directly overhead and within the field of her peripheral vision.
Judging from the lighting fixtures on the ceiling, Mandy guessed that
she was in some kind of medical Facility. The Associate parked her
gurney next to an examination table. She heard the door open then
close. Footsteps approached.
"Hi, Alan," her attendant said cheerfully to the unseen individual.
"Good evening, Michael," the other replied.
"Michael... Michael," Mandy thought to herself. She vowed to remember
as many names as she possibly could so that when she escaped, she
would have a list of names to give to the authorities.
"This one just arrive?" the man named Alan asked in a conversational
tone of voice.
Mandy heard a drawer open, then some sounds of rummaging. The drawer
closed.
"Just ten minutes ago," Michael answered. "Top Gun brought her in."
"I should have guessed," the other man said, at last stepping close
enough so that Mandy could see him out of the corner of her eye. "He
always bags the really good ones."
He stood beside the gurney gazing down at Mandy for a moment. He was
not an unattractive man, Mandy noticed. His features were rather
plain. Mandy would not have sought him out were she given the choice,
but he was the best she'd seen so far. The gorilla who'd kidnaped her
had been thoroughly repulsive both in appearance and stature. The one
named Michael was a mousey little man, bespectacled and poorly
complected. Alan was quite simply, average in appearance with a face
easily forgotten.
"Give me a hand, and let's get her on the exam table, OK?" Alan asked
the other Associate. "The sooner I finish prepping her, the sooner I
can get home. God, I'm tired!" he commented wearily as he took Mandy
under her arms.
"Prepping?" Mandy wondered. She didn't like the sound of that.
"No problem, guy," Michael said, trying to be suave. He quickly
unfastened the restraint straps then carefully lifted Mandy's knees.
"On my count," Alan said from over Mandy's head. "One..two..three."
On the count of three, Mandy found herself lifted off the gurney and
placed onto the cool surface of the examination table.
"How are the wife and kids?" Alan asked Michael as he began to untie
Mandy's running shoes. The pretty teenager could do nothing other
than stare up at the big flood light over the table as she listened to
the two men exchange small talk. Alan removed her right shoe and
tossed it into a nearby receptacle.
"They're just great," Michael replied as he pushed the gurney out of
the way. It would not be needed for the immediate future. "Kevin, my
oldest boy, just had a birthday last week," he added, returning to the
side of the table. Mandy's other shoe went into the bin.
"Really," Alan said. "How old is Kevin now?" He tugged the girl's
socks off one at a time and added them to the clothing disposal
receptacle.
"He's nine now. Can you believe it?"
"Nine years old," Alan commented, pausing in thought. "Good God, how
time flies." Then, "Pretty feet," he added, patting Mandy's right
foot affectionately. Then in a more professional tone of voice Alan
asked, "Did she have any ID with her?"
"Oh, yeah," Michael said. Walking over to the gurney he retrieved
Mandy's backpack. "I almost forgot." He set the backpack on the
surface of the table next to Mandy's shoulder, unfastened the snaps,
reached in and started rummaging about. "I'll never understand how
they find anything in these things," he said slightly exasperated
after his unsuccessful initial search.
"I know what you mean," Alan said as he made some notes on a
clipboard. "Just dump it out. She won't be needing any of that stuff
anymore anyway."
Mandy heard a clattering above her head as her belongings were
unceremoniously discharged from her backpack onto the metal surface of
the table. More sounds of rummaging.
"Ah, ha," she heard Alan say at last. "Here we go. All the way at
the bottom, of course." He held up a small vinyl wallet.
"Of course," Alan agreed. "Glad you found it, though." Then he
added, "Personally I don't give a damn what their names are, but the
boss seems to think it's important that the clients know the guests
now. They've just recently requested that we put name tags on their
collars when we put `em out on display. Can you believe that?"
"Sometimes there's just no accounting for the `big wigs', I guess,"
Michael said as he unsnapped Mandy's wallet.
Mandy felt a renewed sense of violation as she watched helplessly
while the stranger rifled through the relatively private contents of
her wallet.
"Here's a driver's license," Michael said after a minute. He held up
the laminated card. "Let's see here," he muttered under his breath.
"Her name is Mandy Tilghman Evans." He glanced down at the teenager
and smiled. "Welcome, Mandy," he said. Mandy here was born on August
6th, 1981. That makes her," he paused, counting on his fingers.
"Eighteen years old, plus a couple of months. She's even legal,"
Michael said with a strange laugh. "Hey, what's this?" Michael then
said as he pulled a small photograph from another slot in the
billfold. "Oh, oh. It looks like our little girl's got herself a
boyfriend." He held up Jeff's picture so his partner could see. "Is
that right, Mandy, honey. Is this your only true love?"
Unbelievably, Mandy felt herself blush hotly. Given the
circumstances, she had to wonder why the man's reference to Jeff had
caused her to become embarrassed. Perhaps it was residual guilt
rearing its ugly head.
"Man, look at her blush," Michael said with a laugh. He turned the
photo over.
"I love you, darling." the inscription read. "Signed Jeff."
"Isn't that sweet," Michael said sarcastically. "Jeff loves you,
sweetheart. Isn't that special." He grinned at the other man. Then
leaning close enough to Mandy that she could actually smell his
breath, he whispered, "Jeff's not going to be the only one who loves
you Mandy, sweetheart. We're gonna make real sure that you're never
lacking for a loving relationship ever again." He kissed her on the
cheek.
Mandy was rapidly becoming very apprehensive. The talk she was now
hearing from these two men was beginning to really worry her.
Alan, who'd stood by while his partner toyed with the teenager, spoke
up at last. "OK, let's get back to the business at hand," he said
good naturedly, but his impatience was only thinly veiled. "Let's
have a better look at you, Miss Evans," he said, picking up a pair of
EMT sheers.
The first indication that circumstances were about to deteriorate came
when Mandy felt the hem of her expensive, designer, denim skirt
flutter against the tops of her thighs. Then she heard the first
"snip".
"What the?!?" Mandy thought as she tried to look downward in an effort
to find out what was going on. The skirt moved once more, drawing
tighter around her hips.
"Snip..."
The material became slack again. Then she felt the cold steel against
the top of her right thigh.
"Oh, no!" Mandy cried silently. "He's cutting my skirt!" At first it
wasn't the fact that a stranger was attempting to cut away her
clothing that caused immediate consternation in the young teenager.
It was the fact that the man was ruining a very expensive skirt.
Mandy felt the sheers slide beneath the waist of the skirt. The cold
steel tips against her warm skin caused Mandy's stomach muscles to
flex involuntarily.
Wait'll you get a load of her panties, man," Michael said, causing
Mandy to look his way. "I told her earlier that I bet she wore `em
for her boyfriend, but now, I don't know. Maybe she's foolin' around.
You cheating on Jeff, honey?" Michael asked, leaning over Mandy.
Mandy felt the blood flush into her cheeks and neck again. She looked
up in time to see the knowing expression on Michael's face. "Was she
that transparent?" Mandy wondered.
"Snip..."
Soft hands folded the ruined denim out of the way. Mandy felt the
cool room air on her legs and hips.
"I see what you mean," Alan said, admiring Mandy's provocative
lingerie. "She's dressed to kill, that's for certain," he added.
Without hesitation, Alan reached out and slipped three fingers under
the thin elastic waist band of the tiny garment. Mandy's skin crawled
when she felt the backs of his fingers brush against the soft curls of
her pubic bush. After rubbing the satin between his fingers and thumb
for several moments, Alan removed his hand. "Very pretty," he
commented to no one in particular. Then looking up at Michael he
asked, "Do you want the honors?" He extended the sheers in his
friend's direction.
"Sure," Michael said, excitedly. "But if you don't mind, I'm gonna
start with her blouse."
"What?" Mandy's mental voice exploded in disbelief. "It's silk, you
idiot!" she thought, glaring in Michael's direction in an effort to
communicate her disfavor.
A soft whimper was all she could manage when the sheers cut through
the collar of the blouse over her right shoulder. Then with a series
of deliberate snips, Michael guided the sheers through the pale yellow
silk like a hot knife through butter. Down the right sleeve he cut,
at last slicing through the wide french cuff at Mandy's wrist.
"You're a sharp dresser, Mandy," he commented as he started on the
left sleeve. "I hope you'll like the dresses we've made for you.
They're not as fancy as your street clothes, but they're far better
suited to the activities you'll be engaging in during your stay with
us." He smiled. He always smiled.
The blouse had a row of mother of pearl buttons down the front, but
Michael chose to cut instead. Before Michael began his final
incision, he gently rubbed the backs of his fingers against Mandy's
cheek. Her skin was very soft and warm. The gesture could easily
have been mistaken for one of warmth or even sympathy. It was
neither. Without further delay, he completed the destruction of
Mandy's favorite silk blouse. Then after placing the sheers on the
table next to Mandy's head, Michael folded the remnants of the
expensive garment away from her arms and torso, pealing her like a
ripe banana.
The two men stood for several long minutes, silently admiring the
enticing body of the young woman that their handiwork had brought to
the light of day.
"My, my, she certainly is a handsome young thing," Michael said
somewhat hoarsely.
"Indeed she is," Alan agreed. Then he continued more hurriedly,
"Listen, Michael, I've got to get moving here. Let's finish up so I
can prep her. You know how the boss wants `em; smooth as a baby's
butt."
Mandy wondered what he meant by that. She would soon find out.
"Yeah, I know," Michael said, picking up the sheers again. "I guess
it's a personal thing. Me, I like a little fur."
Alan nodded almost curtly.
Mandy now lay in only a bra and panties under the combined gazes of
the two strange men. Her legs had been spread slightly when she'd
been placed on the exam table. As the cool room air wafted against
the soft warmth of her inner thighs, Mandy felt very exposed. With
all of her might, the young woman willed her legs to move together.
Unexpectedly her left foot jerked. Mandy suddenly felt a spark of
elation. "She was getting her feelings back. She might be able to
get away after all, before something really bad happened," she cried
excitedly in her thoughts.
Then, just as suddenly, Mandy's hopes were dashed. "Oh, oh," Alan
observed. "Her foot just moved. The Ketamine's wearing off."
Looking at his partner, he said, "You finish her up, and I'll get a
shot ready."
As Alan moved out of Mandy's line of sight, Michael applied his trusty
sheers to the narrow area between the cups of her bra. The elastic in
the back caused the two soft cups to snap abruptly to the sides,
instantly exposing Mandy's small, but shapely breasts, and causing
them to jiggle suggestively.
"God Dammit!" Mandy shrieked in her mind. "The bra unfastened right
where he'd cut it!" Her brown eyes shot bolts of mental loathing at
the man who'd reeked havoc upon her wardrobe. Unfortunately, Michael
was not a telepath.
"Snip... snip..."
The shoulder straps were quickly severed.
"How're you making out?" Alan called from the far side of the room.
He held up a small hypodermic syringe, thumping it with his index
finger. Then, he gently depressed the glass plunger, causing a tiny
geyser of clear liquid to squirt from its sharp tip.
"OK," Michael answered as he stepped to the foot of the table. "She's
got great tits. Who's on her schedule first?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Alan replied. "Richard, I think." He walked back to
the table.
"Ah, Richard," Michael said approvingly. "She's gonna like Richard.
Hell, maybe I'll stay late and watch. Their first time is always
exciting to watch anyway. How about you?"
"No, thanks," Alan said. " I have to get going right after we're
finished here, but be my guest. Stay if you like." He placed the
loaded syringe and a short length of surgical tubing into a nearby
instrument tray. "Let's lose the sexy underwear, shall we." He held
out his hand for the sheers.
"Sheers," Michael said playfully as he slapped the scissors into
Alan's hand like an operating room assistant.
Two quick snips and Mandy's lustful lingerie joined the rest of her
ruined clothing in the discard hopper.
"You young ladies certainly make my job easier these days," Alan
remarked gazing down at the narrow stipe of dark curls that graced
only the very edges of Mandy's sumptuous labia majora.
Although Mandy was fairly small boned, her hips were quite full and
shapely. In keeping with her wide pelvis, Mandy Evans was also
blessed with a broad and pronounced pubic arch. Her ample pubis mons
also was adorned with a darling tuft of dark curls. Mandy's pubic
hair was not course and wooly like that of most dark haired women.
Alan soon discovered upon running his fingers through the dark fur
during his initial inspection of Mandy's pubic area that the young
beauty's curls were soft and even wispy in nature. Upon further
examination, Alan also found that the flesh of Mandy's ample lips was
firm and resilient, quickly regaining its mouth watering shape
following palpation.
During the course of his touching, the young lady's right leg had
moved noticeably. It was definitely time for a second dose of
Ketamine. After jotting down a few notes regarding Mandy's
suitability for immediate service, Alan set his clipboard aside and
retrieved the surgical elastic from the instrument tray.
Mandy could feel her muscles begin to respond to her mental commands.
She was so close to regaining control. Then she watched, thoroughly
disheartened as Alan tied the elastic tourniquet around the biceps of
her right arm. So close she was, but try as she might, Mandy was
powerless to pull her arm away. Alan took her hand in his and worked
her fingers into a fist. When he squeezed Mandy's fist, a dark purple
vein rose in the crotch of her elbow.
"Better hold her, just as a precaution," Alan said to Michael. The
smaller man moved to his side and took Mandy's arm from him. Then
while Michael held Mandy's small fist in his, Alan swabbed the
intended injection site with an alcohol wipe. Alan noticed that the
young girl's breathing rate had increased dramatically in the past
minute or two. "Just relax, Miss Evans," he murmured as he picked up
the glass syringe. "This'll only take a second"
Mandy followed the shining needle with her eyes downward toward her
tender skin. At the last minute she was compelled to close her eyes,
however, for she could not bear the sight of blood. Even in the
doctor's office, Mandy became light headed whenever she had to get an
injection, in particular, an intravenous injection. There was an
almost imperceptible prick.
Alan watched the sharp needle penetrate his "patient's" pale skin.
Next he felt an ever so slight resistance before the wall of her
waiting vein fell to the hypo's assault. Once through the vein wall,
Alan deftly advanced the inch long needle inward to its hilt. Then,
holding the barrel of the syringe down against Mandy's forearm with
one hand, he reached over and carefully unfastened the constricting
elastic tourniquet. Once that was accomplished, Alan, using his
finger tips, gingerly pulled back on the plunger. He smiled when he
detected the tiny telltale plume of dark red blood which spurted into
the barrel of the syringe, turning its once clear contents a rosy
shade of pink. He was in. Then, without hesitation, Alan injected
the entire contents of the hypo into his "patient's" circulatory
system. The Ketamine dose was already on its way when Alan removed
the needle from Mandy's arm and swabbed the area with alcohol once
more.
Mandy lay sickened and dismayed as she felt the tiny amount of control
that she'd regained slip away. She could actually feel the circuits
in her brain that controlled her movements shut down one by one. She
had come so very close.
Mandy heard the clippers start up only seconds before Alan lifted her
left knee up then allowed her leg to fall to the side. Before he
began, Alan moved around the table so that he could look directly into
Mandy's eyes. "I am going to shave you now, my dear. My employer
prefers that all of our Guests are kept clean shaven. You'll soon get
used to it, I assure you," he explained. "When I'm finished with the
shaving I will be administering our patented laser treatment." Seeing
the fear in her eyes, Alan quickly explained. "Not to worry, Miss
Evans. I give you my word. The procedure is completely painless.
There are no side effects and no discomfort of any sort following the
treatment. What will happen is the cold laser we use will disable the
hair follicles in the areas we treat. In your case, your pubic area,
your legs and your arm pits. Following the treatment, you will never
be troubled by unwanted body hair again. Most of our guests quickly
come to appreciate their new found freedom. I'm sure you will too."
Having said his piece, Alan returned to the foot of the exam table and
went to work. Alan first cleared away the largest areas of soft fur
with the clipper comb attached. Then, using his thumbs, he carefully
spread Mandy open so that he could shave her plump lips more closely.
Mandy couldn't remember a time when she'd been so mortified. All the
while that Alan was working between her thighs, Michael leaned over
her, his face only inches from her own. He watched her face, her
eyes, and occasionally he glanced downward to see her round tummy flex
hard in response to Alan's attentions.
Michael was thoroughly enjoying himself. He'd already made up his
mind that he would stay to watch Richard introduce the young beauty to
her new duties. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, Richard would
allow him to participate. Michael had assisted with an initiation
procedure on one other occasion and had longed to repeat the
experience ever since. As an employee of the Facility, Michael was
naturally entitled to spend time with any Guest or Guests he chose,
and he had certainly taken advantage of this fringe benefit. But it
was simply not the same. Much of the thrill was diminished once the
girls were broken and conditioned. Oh, they still resisted the
affections of the various Clients, but not like the first time.
As he listened to the steady buzz of the clippers wielded skillfully
by his fellow Associate, Michael's thoughts drifted to that time
several months prior. Jodie Watson, her name was. Jodie at the time
was fifteen, possibly sixteen years old. She was cute as a button
with short blond hair that she wore in bangs. Her body was trim and
fit with a couple of slightly boyish attributes such as rather broad
shoulders, narrow hips and muscular thighs. Michael recalled how
Jodie was almost flat chested. Once exposed, however, Michael found
her small breasts to be highly sensitive to his touch, her nipples
becoming firm and erect almost instantly. Jodie was a bit of a tomboy
when she arrived at the Facility, and everyone knew she was an
athlete. Later it was discovered that in her former life, Jodie was a
championship swimmer. Jodie's inherent fitness and athletic abilities
would later become one of the greatest assets. Jodie would go on to
establish quite a reputation for herself at the Facility with regards
to her stamina. Jodie, in one day, entertained eight lovers without
flagging. She was always good for three or four. What was not widely
know was that when she came to the Facility, Jodie Watson was a
virgin.
Michael doubted if he'd ever even seen a virgin before Jodie.
Outwardly she looked like any other teenage girl, and Michael would
never have know that she was untainted if Evan hadn't informed him.
Evan held the job of Prep Associate at the time and had almost missed
the telltale signs as well. He'd only noticed at the very last minute
as he shaved the young blond. Spreading her narrow labia in order to
shave her more closely, Evan spotted the tough little membrane winking
at him.
"Well, what have we here?" he chuckled. Looking toward the head of
the exam table, Evan gazed into the fear filled blue eyes of the young
girl. Laying the clippers aside, Evan murmured, "Have we been a good
girl?" Carefully he probed Jodie's vaginal opening with a moistened
finger. Meanwhile he kept his eyes locked onto those of his young
subject. It would be her eyes that would let him know.
All females experience a certain amount of fear and resentment at
being handled by a stranger, particularly against her wishes. These
emotions and others are invariably expressed in her eyes. In addition
to these anticipated expressions the virgin female will also exhibit
confusion, and often wonder and amazement when that sacred citadel is
first compromised.
Jodie had quite naturally been frightened by what was happening to
her, but those competitive instincts she drew upon as a winning
athlete eventually came forward. At first the defiance she expressed
on her pretty oval face and in her clear blue eyes, tended to baffle
Evan. But when his finger tip at last met with her guarding membrane,
and Evan proceeded to apply a bit more pressure, Jodie's audacity and
contempt flew out of the window to be quickly replaced by the familiar
expressions of the vulnerable young female.
Michael had happened by the Prep Room quite by accident that day.
Normally his assignments and duties demanded that he be elsewhere.
He'd walked in just seconds after Evan had made his discovery, and
since the two men were friends, his fellow Associate had confided in
Michael what he'd found.
"A virgin, really?" Michael exclaimed. He moved to the side of the
table where the lovely naked blond girl lay. Michael had instantly
felt an attraction to Jodie. She had the kind of looks that don't
attract every man, but she was, without a doubt, a handsome girl.
"Hi there, sweetheart," Michael said to the teenager on the table.
"Evan here tells me that you've been a good girl, that you've been
saving yourself for that perfect man in your life, your very own
Prince Charming. Is that right, honey?" He placed his hand softly on
her flat tummy just below her belly button. He felt the muscles of
her abdomen ripple beneath her smooth, warm skin. "You're very
pretty, Jodie," Michael told the apprehensive girl. "I just know that
your prince is near." He smiled warmly. Jodie stared up at him, her
expression neutral and guarded.
Soon after her laser treatments, Jodie Watson was deflowered. Michael
had not been given the honors. Those duties were granted to an
Associate by the name of Ward who was no longer with the Facility.
Michael had been allowed to observe the event, however, and Ward even
asked his assistance in arranging Jodie's thighs and calves in the
support cradles which were designed to spread her for ease of entry
and to properly align the vaginal passage to facilitate maximum
penetration. Then Michael was invited by Ward to stand right beside
the exam table and witness Jodie Watson on her special day. Michael
recalled having difficulty trying to watch everything at once. He was
torn between watching inch after inch of Ward's fleshy log vanish into
young Jodie's supple sheath, and the thrilling medley of expressions
which played across the teenager's lovely face as her Prince Charming
led Jodie Watson on her journey into womanhood.
Ward spent over an hour with Jodie that morning. He was a patient
lover, and Michael was certain that the young girl experienced more
than one orgasm as a result of his attentions. There was a little
blood at first, but not nearly as much as Michael had expected.
It can be difficult to determine when they are climaxing when they're
still on Ketamine, since the immobilizing agent tended to mask many
forms of motor reaction such as body language and of course vocal
expression. Associates are therefore trained in other methods of
detecting orgasm in their partners, such as a simple hand on the lower
abdomen. Both vaginal and uterine spasms and contractions can easily
be felt through the abdominal muscle groups which often flex and relax
in synch with the internal musculature during orgasmic spasm.
Michael knew that Ward had a reputation for consistency as well as
skill. So when at last Ward allowed his partially flaccid penis to
slide from within young Jodie, Michael felt certain that the
experience would remain a memorable one for her. Earlier he'd watched
closely when, due to her lack of experience, Jodie had been taken by
surprise when Ward thrust his full length into her in preparation for
insemination. Michael, on the other hand knew exactly what was about
to occur. Keeping his eyes locked onto Jodie's flushed face, Michael
saw Ward begin to tremble ever so slightly. When a minute later a
soft exhale of breath escaped the man, Michael stared into Jodie's
blue eyes now muzzy with induced ardor. Seconds later Jodie's eyes
closed and then opened again, wide and staring in a kind of prolonged
blink. Her expression began as one of surprise then rapidly evolved
into confusion, then to astonishment. Then before his very eyes,
Michael saw Jodie turn inward, probably for the first time in her
young life. It was a marvelous thing to witness as outward stimuli
lost priority. Jodie, no doubt was focused on the unfamiliar liquid
heat that was spreading quickly throughout her lower abdomen. Michael
witnessed the dawning of her understanding that she'd just been
inseminated and quite possibly impregnated. He watched the initial
shock of this revelation gradually soften into acceptance and
submission. Jodie Watson had taken her first big step in the process
of becoming a useful member of her new society.
Ward was a busy man, and had to leave very soon after his duties with
Jodie were completed, leaving Michael alone with the young girl. Her
eyes were closed as Jodie rested in unbidden afterglow. Michael gazed
down at her young body still shining with perspiration. Her face
seemed to glow with that "freshly fucked look". Looking downward,
Michael noticed that Jodie's inner thighs were still quite wet and
remained a darker pink color probably as a result of Wards body hair
rubbing against her fair skin during the height of their love making.
Possibly because her legs were still held apart by the supporting
cradles beneath her calves, Michael noticed that Jodie's narrow and
now utterly hairless labia majora were still parted slightly. "Ward
had certainly opened her up," Michael mused. He wondered what she
felt like inside.
It was at that very moment that Evan returned. He'd left to catch up
on some paper work during the defloration. After all, even in his
brief tenure with the Facility, Evan had witnessed at least three such
episodes. His friend was obviously lost in thought, because Evan was
able to walk right up beside Michael without getting any reaction
what-so-ever from the small man. It was against policy, but Evan was
a compassionate man, and he liked Michael.
"Why don't you go ahead and have a turn with her," Evan said,
startling his friend. "She's not scheduled again until early
afternoon, so we'll have plenty of time to get her cleaned up."
Michael turned to his friend in astonishment. "I don't know, Evan,"
he said. "You could get into big trouble."
"Me?" Evan incredulously. "No way, man, and besides, no one will
know. Who's gonna spill the beans? Not me," he said answering his
own question. Nodding in Jodie's direction Evan said in jest, "And
she's not gonna say anything." He grinned. "She'll be on Ketamine
for another week or so, and by the end of that time, she'll probably
be begging for it. Go ahead, man. Fuck her. She'll love it."
Michael smiled sheepishly then looked over at young Jodie. "You don't
think it'll hurt her, do you?"
"Hurt her?" Evan smirked. "Hell, man, she's made for fucking. She's
young and fresh and waiting for you. Just look at these little
titties," Evan said, moving closer to the table. Without hesitation,
he placed his hand one of Jodie's small breasts and began to rub.
"Hell, her nipples are still hard. She wants you, man. I'm tellin'
you. Take her, Michael. She can handle it, I promise you. Shit, she
might as well get used to it. From now on, she's gonna have a whole
lotta Prince Charmings in her life."
It hadn't taken a lot a lot more convincing. Michael was already hot
as a firecracker after watching Ward entertain the pretty ex-virgin.
Then with Evan observing, Michael made love to the sexy blond. What
Michael soon discovered, and what he could not have guessed from
watching Jodie with a man, was that her lithe young body was as
athletic on the inside as her outward appearance of fitness hinted at.
Jodie's supple vaginal muscles reacted to his presence with incredible
strength and agility, even though just minutes earlier another man's
penis had sampled her charms. Jodie was well lubricated of course,
allowing Michael to take her completely with each loving thrust. At
first her facial expression was one of confusion. She had probably
considered him to be a potential ally due to his close proximity
during her encounter with Ward. But after fifteen minutes or so,
Jodie's expression changed as she gradually became tuned to her body's
impetus and accepted the fact that Michael was going to be her second
lover of the day. Jodie had climaxed twice for him that morning and
he had naturally returned the favor. In the end, Michael had cum hard
into the pretty young blond, marking his place as Jodie's second lover
and mingling his DNA with hers.
"Hey, are you with me, Michael?" Alan asked.
"Huh? What?" Michael stammered, returning to the present.
"Where have you been, man?" I said watch your eyes. I'm getting
ready to laser Miss Evans' legs.
"OK, right. Sorry," Michael said as he averted his gaze. "Jeeze!
He'd really been `out there'." Looking down he noticed that Alan had
already fitted Mandy with a protective visor. The laser was
completely silent. The only way that Michael knew that Mandy Evans
was being permanently relieved of all traces of body hair was the
bright blue light which flickered off the walls of the Prep Room.
Mandy, of course lay perfectly still while Alan skillfully guided the
rapidly oscillating beam of bright blue light over every square inch
of her right calf, then her thigh. Next he did the left leg. As the
man had promised, Mandy felt nothing at all. The entire procedure
took all of about fifteen minutes, and when it was completed, Mandy
would never have to concern herself with bikini waxes or shaving
again. Of course she would also have to spend the rest of her life
with a pubic area totally denuded of its covering. Oddly, Mandy found
herself wondering what her friends might say were they to catch her in
the shower at the spa. Her musings were interrupted, however when
Alan removed her eye shield.
Smiling down at her, he said, "You're all done, little lady. Smooth
as a baby's bottom, and a cleaner job you won't find anywhere," he
boasted. To prove his point, Alan reached between Mandy's legs and
cupped her smooth and supple flesh.
"God! Mandy silently cried. What's with these guys? Are they all
crazy or had she gone crazy herself? What kind of place was this
where men felt perfectly justified in touching a woman whenever and
where ever they pleased?"
Mandy had no choice but to endure the man's manual attentions as in a
proud voice, Alan announced while he rubbed her, "Soft as satin.
You've got a really great pussy, Miss Evans. It's nice and plump,
which is quite becoming on a slender girl such as yourself. I know
that you will be a popular Guest here."
While he chatted, Alan gently pinched first one resilient lip then the
other. He always enjoyed a freshly shaved and lasered pussy. They
were so wonderful to touch and to taste, but that would come later.
Alan glanced at his wristwatch then began coiling the power cable
attached to the hand held laser device. Mandy's first lover would be
here soon. In a way, Alan envied the man. Gazing at Mandy's full
vulva, he admired his work. Alan couldn't see a single strand of the
former soft bush which used to cover Mandy. "She really was lovely
down there," Alan thought wistfully as he gazed at Mandy's love
connection. After a moment, Alan realized that Mandy had the pussy of
a four year old only larger.
Over the years, Alan had, had a few opportunities to work with younger
girls, and he'd always admired the plumpness and resilience of their
nubile outer lips. Here before him lay just such a pussy only on a
grander scale. The lips were full and firm and met with not a single
hint of protruding inner labia, a trait he personally didn't care for,
but which seemed to be inevitable if a woman is well healed.
Just then the doors hissed open. Alan looked up. "Richard," he said
cheerfully. "Am I glad to see you."
"Hi, Alan. Long day?" the dark haired man asked as he walked toward
the exam table.
"You can say that again!" Alan replied, the exhaustion clear in his
voice.
"Michael," Richard said extending his hand. "I haven't seen you in
awhile. Where have you been hiding?" He all but ignored the naked
teenager lying on the table in front of him.
Michael took Richards offered hand and shook it good naturedly. "Been
over at TYTC for the last few weeks, Rich. Appears they got a big
group in as a special order and suddenly found themselves short of
Handlers."
"Yeah?" Richard asked. "So what did you think of TYTC anyway?"
After a thoughtful pause, Michael answered, "It's OK, I suppose.
Things are run a lot differently over there. Different philosophies,
I guess," he shrugged. "We're both in practically the same line of
work in our efforts to turn out properly conditioned Guests, but I
think TYTC is more sales oriented, where we are more into the service
end of things. Know what I mean?"
"If you say so, man," Richard chuckled. He'd only been over to TYTC
once, and then only to transfer a Guest. One of the Facility's
Clients had become enamored with a particular Guest and wanted to
purchase her. Since the Facility didn't deal with sales as Michael
had alluded to, the young lady had been transferred to TYTC for some
additional training prior to being placed into her new home.
"Gentlemen, I do hate to interrupt," Alan interjected. "But I have
got to get going." Looking down at Mandy, he continued. "Rich, this
is Mandy Evans. Based on a cursory search of her belongings and a
couple of telephone calls we've determined that Miss Evans is eighteen
years of age and single. She appears to have a boyfriend by the name
of Jeff. She drives a late model BMW convertible. She attends the
local community college where we suspect she is attempting to seduce
one of her professors, probably for a grade." He glanced at Richard
and saw him nod his understanding. "Although she has not yet had a
thorough physical examination, she appears to be healthy with good
muscle tone. Teeth are good. You still with me?" Alan asked when he
noticed Richard staring at Mandy.
"Yup. Teeth are good," he said, smiling in Alan's direction.
"I think that's about all," Alan said scratching his head. "I don't
think that I've omitted anything. I just now finished her laser
treatment so she should be all ready for you. We don't know whether
or not she's on birth control, but we can deal with that tomorrow.
She's gotta go over to TYTC for her Gyn exam, tomorrow around noon.
They can check her out then. Any questions?"
"I don't think so," Richard said good naturedly. "I think you covered
everything important, and don't worry. Miss Evans and I are going to
get along just fine. Aren't we, darlin'?" He dropped a hand to
Mandy's left breast and gave her a playful squeeze. He smiled and
winked at her when he recognized that look of abject hatred that all
newcomers wore for several weeks.
"Alrighty then," Alan said as he turned to leave. Then he stopped.
"Damn, I almost forgot! Michael wants to stick around an watch the
initiation. I told him it would probably be alright. You got any
problems with that, Rich? Just say the word, man and we'll leave you
two love birds alone." He nodded toward the table and its pretty
occupant.
"No problema, Alan," Richard assured his fellow Associate. "Now get
outta here, would ya! Go home. Get some rest. Michael and I'll take
good care of Miss Evans for you. Hell, you won't even recognize her
in the morning. She'll be a changed girl." He squeezed Mandy's
breast again.
During the entire discourse, Mandy had listened carefully in an effort
to learn anything at all about her immediate fate. She didn't like
the barely veiled insinuations that the man named Richard had spoken
of. "Take good care of her? Changed person?" Mandy was getting
worried. If she only knew what was going to happen to her, perhaps
she could somehow prepare herself. Then, much to Mandy's dismay, she
found out, and preparation was out of the question.
Richard was never one to mince words. He had a reputation for a "no
nonsense" approach to practically everything he did. Richard was a
large man, and like so many at the Facility, he was not all that
attractive, physically. He looked like he might have been a remote
descendant of Native American ancestry. Richard had very large hands.
With one of those hands he continued to palpate Mandy's tender breast.
He stared down at the lovely brunette. Richard definitely enjoyed
initiation ceremonies. Whenever the opportunity arose, he always
volunteered. He didn't care if the girl was a virgin or not, as long
as she was attractive, which they all were at the Facility. There was
something about sinking his penis deep into the body of one of these
self-absorbed prima donnas, while she lay utterly powerless to stop
him that really turned him on.
While he continued to kneed Mandy's breasts with his powerful fingers,
switching now from one to the other, occasionally pausing to pinch her
nipples into erection, Richard allowed his eyes to travel down the
lovely body. "God! what a pussy," he whispered, breathlessly. He was
going to enjoy Mandy Evans.
Mandy heard him mutter something and looked up at Richard
questioningly. "Well, Miss Evans, or can I call you Mandy?" Richard
said with a smile when their eyes met. "You probably don't know why
you're here or what your future holds, and that's just fine." Mandy's
expression darkened noticeably. "Put simply, Mandy, your life and
your destiny are no longer in your control, nor are they likely to be
again for the foreseeable future. How do you like them apples,
sweetheart?" Richard paused, taking great enjoyment in the knowledge
that the girl on the table was confused and fearful. "Good," he
thought to himself. "Pay backs are hell!" He guessed correctly that
Mandy had done her fair share of heart wrecking over the years. Now
the tables were turned. "I can clue you in about your immediate
future, Mandy," Richard said with a grin. "It goes something like
this. In about two minutes Michael and I are gonna spread those long
legs of yours and hang `em in the cradles. Then, Mandy, I'm going to
fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight and then
I'm going to fuck you some more. I don't care if you enjoy it or not.
I don't care if you cum for me or not, but judging from that pretty
plump shaved pussy of yours, baby, I feel pretty damn sure that I'm
gonna enjoy you. And you can rest assured that I'm gonna cum
sweetheart. I'm gonna cum way up inside of you, Mandy Evans. After
tonight, there'll always be a little bit of me deep in your belly."
He paused and gazed into the horror strickened face of his intended
lover. Richard signed and continued, "Then, who knows. If there's
time and I'm not tired of you, maybe I'll fuck you again. Maybe we'll
go at it doggie style the second time. You'd like that, wouldn't you,
Mandy, baby? Yeah, I know you will. Then maybe Michael might like a
turn with you, sweetheart. You wouldn't mind if Michael fucked you,
would you, Mandy? You'll let Michael have a turn in that puffy pussy
won't you? Sure you will." He paused again to catch his breath
before going on. "So, that sounds like a pretty full schedule, don't
you think. I'd say we better get started."
Richard ignored the pleading in Mandy's brown eyes as he turned to his
partner. "Give me a hand with her legs, will you, Mike?" In no time
at all, the two men assembled the leg supports and positioned Mandy's
calves in the fiberglass cradles. She was ready.
"Mandy, honey, we're gonna have us a real good time now," Richard said
as he dropped his trousers to the floor and stepped out of them. He
wore no underwear.
Just before he moved to the foot of the table and stepped between her
legs, Mandy got a glimpse of Richard's manhood. What she saw caused
her to gasp silently. What she saw was soft, but it was very big and
dark in color. What she saw suddenly flopped against her thigh. It
felt heavy and hot. Mandy knew it was pointless, but she vowed to
resist him anyway. Her heart pounded in her chest. Richard began to
slap his love engine against her resilient pussy lips, making it very
difficult for Mandy to concentrate. She alternately squeezed then
pushed, testing her muscles, her "defense forces". The slapping grew
harder. Although she really didn't want to look, Mandy's curiosity
eventually won out. She looked downward across her breasts and her
tummy. What she saw caused her breath to catch in her throat.
Richard stood between her thighs. Mandy could feel his hairy hips
pressing against her tender skin. He held himself in his right hand.
From Mandy's vantage point all she could see was the top of Richard's
fist just below his fully erect, dark brown shaft which extended above
her pubis mons. The meaty log was topped with a broad purple helmet.
Mandy knew right then and there that her "defense forces" would be no
match for this universal soldier.
"OK, Mandy, darlin', let's just see what your made of," Richard said
as he aimed the head of his manhood toward its target. He had to
force his penis downward which caused him some discomfort. "How many
times had he asked for a taller table or one that was adjustable," he
thought as he pressed the bulbous purple head of his cock against the
freshly shaved outer gates of Mandy's womanhood.
Mandy's mind fluctuated wildly from black thoughts of dismay and
resignation to white hot rage and overpowering thoughts of revenge.
She was utterly outraged at her inability to do anything at all to
stand up for herself. She couldn't even talk for Christ's sake. Now
as the big stranger sought for an opening into her body with the
massive head of his horrible penis, Mandy lay spread before him like
some sort of carnal entre. "God, he's big!" she thought, feeling the
heat of him bridge virtually the entire area between her inner thighs.
Mandy tried to shift her hips, unsuccessfully, of course.
Mandy had at one time allowed herself to be bedded by a rather
sizeable man, and she'd found that by angling herself just so, she
could lessen the pressure and pain associated with almost total
involvement.
This encounter was going to be entirely different. For the first time
in her life, Mandy Evans was completely out of control and entirely
helpless. Not only was she about to be raped, but it also appeared
that the entire affair would be done on his terms.
"Oh, yeah, Mandy, baby!" she heard Richard exclaim.
"Oh, Jesus! He's a talker," Mandy thought in disgust. She hated
noisy men who insisted on talking dirty to her.
"You're pussy is so great, baby. I'm afraid you're a little dry, but
you're just going to have to get used to that. We're not real big on
foreplay around here." He began to hunt up and down between Mandy's
thighs, the head of his penis crushing against her soft inner petals.
Suddenly he stopped. He'd found her.
"Mmmmm...." Mandy moaned. It was the only sound she could make. As
the pressure mounted steadily, Mandy instinctively tried to re-align
herself. Again she was thwarted by the Ketamine. Mandy lay
completely paralyzed as the huge engine battered at the gates of her
palace. Then just as the pain began to reach unacceptable levels,
when Mandy was certain she'd be torn asunder down there, her defense
forces fell, and she surrendered her gates. A moment later, Mandy
Evans took Richard [whatever-his-name-was] as her lover.
Continued in Part Six...
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