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The Entertainment Center
by The StoryMaster (storymaster@mindspring.com)
***
A man drugs and kidnaps a pretty young teenage girl and
then rapes her while she's flying high and doesn't know
what is happening to her. (M/f-teen, ped, nc, bd)
***
Author Note: 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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She was quite young, perhaps fourteen. She was slim of
figure with luscious long blond hair that hung below her
slim waist. She was so exquisitely lovely, in fact, that
it almost hurt him to look upon her.
He'd taken her directly to his "Entertainment Center" in
the basement. The chloroform he'd used to subdue her and
get her into his van would wear off soon, and although
no one would hear her should she scream or call out due
to the chamber's sound proof construction, he preferred
not to deal with any unnecessary struggling.
He used EMT shears to cut away her blue jeans rather
than try to wrestle the tight fitting britches over her
shapely hips, and besides, he had strapped her to his
"Gaming Table", as he called it, so that her long legs
were spread widely apart. The shears made quick work of
the soft blue denim, leaving the girl clad only in her
sleeveless T-shirt and panties. The little T-shirt
didn't stand a chance. One cut up the front and two
snips of the thin shoulder straps, and it joined her
jeans in the growing pile of ruined clothing on the
carpeted floor.
The sheer perfection of the young girl brought tears to
his eyes as she lay before him in her matching pale blue
bra and panties. She was a small-breasted child, he
noted, and the brassiere she wore was not much more than
a training bra. He enjoyed little breasts. They felt
better beneath the tongue. Her pretty little panties
revealed a very pleasing bulge right were a young lady
should be pleasing.
His specially designed table had a raised area built
into it which elevated the hips slightly, enhancing the
already enticing specter of loveliness between the young
girl's sleek thighs. He'd decided earlier that he would
leave the bra and panties in place until he was ready to
begin, believing that removing them once she was
conscious would be more fulfilling.
"She's going to be a real pleasure to get to know," he
thought wistfully as he glanced at his wrist watch. It
wouldn't be long now before she regained consciousness.
To pass the time he checked the velcro restraint bands
at her wrists and ankles. They were secure, but not so
tight as to restrict circulation.
When he'd originally drawn up the plans for his "Gaming
Table" he'd included a cummerbund style waist restraint,
but experience had since proven that it was not only
unnecessary, but also interfered with the natural body
movements of his young friends during play. He'd
entertained several young ladies over the years, and all
had enjoyed time on his special table.
The well used piece of furniture was of sturdy
construction. Its padded surface was in the shape of a
"T" and was covered in supple brown leather. The lower
end of the table was split down the center and hinged in
such a manner as to allow the two wings to be separated,
offering him greater accessibility to his little
playmates.
The whole arrangement was mounted on a pedestal style
base that was adjustable to any height or angle to the
floor. He'd added a few little niceties over the years,
like swing out instrument trays and the raised wedge in
the area of the occupant's hips. We all know the
benefits of a pillow placed under a young lady's rear
end during intercourse. The hip wedge served the very
same purpose.
His back was turned when the first soft groan came from
his table. He'd been preparing his instruments, and all
was now in readiness. He turned and walked casually to
the side of the table and its lovely young occupant.
"Good morning, my dear," he said in a friendly tone of
voice.
Actually it was late afternoon, but the erroneous time
references helped to keep his guests disoriented. There
were no windows in his basement entertainment center.
Even the clock on the far wall ran at half speed. It was
a very well designed facility with every detail attended
to.
"W-who are you, and w-where am I?" the girl asked. She
looked rather groggy still and oh, so delectable. She
twisted her head to one side, hoping to identify her
surroundings then she looked up at the man who stood
beside her. For some reason her vision was very blurry.
She tried to raise a hand to her face, but quickly
discovered that she was unable to move.
He could see the apprehension growing in her pale blue
eyes. Her pupils were extremely dilated from the eye
drops he'd administered. The drops prevented her eyes
from focusing, making it impossible for her to identify
him.
Her leg jerked reflexively when he put his hand on her
thigh. "Now don't you worry, my sweet girl, no one's
going to hurt you."
As he spoke he allowed his finger tips to trace their
way up the top of her right thigh, across her
marvelously flat tummy then down the other leg nearest
him, stopping just above her left knee. He gave her an
affectionate little squeeze, and felt the muscles flex
beneath her smooth warm skin. She was a strong girl.
"STOP IT!" she insisted.
He could tell she was frightened, but he also detected
from her tone of voice that she was accustomed to
getting her own way. Extremely pretty girls usually do.
He removed his hand and moved nearer the head of the
table. Leaning with both hands on its edge, he said
casually, "Now don't be like that, sweetheart. You and I
are destined to become good friends. I just know it."
She stared up at him blankly, trying to focus. Her
cheeks had taken on some color finally, and her perfect
lips were slightly parted revealing a row of sparkling
white teeth. Her neck was willow thin and her complexion
was absolutely blemish-free as he allowed his eyes to
travel over her upper body, noting the somewhat broad
shoulders and delicate collar bones.
Placing his right hand onto her shoulder, he ran it
gently down her outstretched arm which was restrained
with her palm facing upward to one of the table's cross
arms. "You be nice to me, and I'll be very nice to you,
baby," he murmured, as he walked his finger tips across
the softness of her inner elbow. Beneath her translucent
skin he observed the outlines of two rather large, blue
veins.
"Look Mr... Like, I don't know who you are or anything,
but if you let me go, I promise I won't say anything to
anyone about this." She turned her head first one way
then the other. Then at last she lay gazing up at the
blurry image of the man who leaned over her.
He let her bargain on for a minute while he slowly
palpated the soft flesh of her inner elbow. He could
feel the bulge of one vein in particular just beneath
the surface of her fair skin. "It would do nicely," he
thought to himself.
"My dad's a lawyer, and he's got a lot of money, if it's
money you want," she offered. Then when the man said
nothing, she said in a more pleading tone. "Look Mr.
Please let me go, and I swear to you, I'll forget all
about this. I promise."
"Now you're hurting my feelings, sweetheart," he
responded with a wicked chuckle. "I was hoping that
you'd never forget. I want you always to remember our
time together, my dear," he added as he reached down and
began to fumble with the catch between the cups of her
bra. Her skin was exquisitely warm against the backs of
his fingers.
"Hey, cut it out! Quit it!" she yelped in a panicky
voice.
"Now you be still, sweetheart. Surely you don't mind if
a friend has a look at your little titties," he
muttered. "Oh, my, baby. You haven't been wearing one of
these for very long, have you," he commented somewhat
breathlessly as he deftly folded the soft cups of the
brassier to either side, exposing her two pale, girlish
cones. Each was topped with a tiny erect nipple and
satiny areolae smaller than quarters.
"Stop it! No don't!" she cried and started to strain
against her bonds.
Her struggling served to animate her firm adolescent
breasts, making them jiggle enticingly. Without
hesitation he reached down and pinched first one little
nipple and then the other, causing the girl to squawk
then shriek at the top of her lungs. The shrillness of
her cry lanced into his ears like an ice pick.
"We're simply going to have to stop all of this
shouting, my dear," the man said. As he spoke he cupped
one small breast in his powerful hand. He felt her tense
up. Beneath the relatively soft outer mass of breast
tissue, he could feel the denser mammary gland. He began
to apply pressure. "You don't have to worry about waking
the neighbors, my dear," he said.
"Unngh!" she groaned when he squeezed her a little
harder.
"My entertainment center, as I like to call it, is
completely soundproof. Your continued caterwauling will
only serve to give you a sore throat and me sore ears,
but suit yourself. If screaming makes you feel better, I
can always wear ear plugs." She relaxed a little and
stared up at him with a look of pure hatred as he
released her breast. With his finger tips he traced the
line of her rib cage down to the top of her belly. He
enjoyed watching her stomach muscles spasm beneath his
touch.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged pitifully as the man
spread his rough palm out onto her flat tummy. His touch
felt hot.
"Hurt you? Why I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart. I
want us to become very special friends," he murmured, as
he started to rub her tummy in slow circles. "I want us
to spend lots of quality time together." Her belly was
amazingly soft, although when she twisted her supple
body, the muscles beneath her smooth skin flexed as hard
as plywood. "She would be powerful on the inside too,"
he suspected.
"But first, I want to get to know you a little better,"
he spoke in a level voice as without warning he slipped
his hand under little blue satin bow in the center of
the narrow elastic waist band and into her panties.
The resulting shriek of surprise and dismay that
resulted really did hurt his ears, but the pain was well
worth it, for the bulge in her panties that he'd
observed earlier in no way belied the young lady's true
qualities.
"Oh, my goodness gracious, my dear girl," he said
gruffly. "I think you and I are going to become very,
very good friends."
The bulge in the young girl's panties grew and the
contours of the man's knuckles became visible, moving
rhythmically beneath the smooth blue satin. Just below
his wrist which protruded from under the cute satin bow,
her tummy heaved in time to his tender loving touch.
At first he amused himself by toying with her pubic
covering, tugging gently at the soft curls and letting
them slip between his fingers. He pressed his finger
tips against the wonderful fullness of her nubile
womanhood, reveling in the resilience of her intimate
flesh, and he wondered if he was the first to touch her.
"Probably not. They start so young now," he reminded
himself.
For awhile she insisted upon thrashing her hips about
and making an almost unbearable racket. But as young
ladies will do more often than not, she eventually
realized that her struggles were in vain and began to
settle down a bit. "That's my girl," he commented
casually, feeling her begin to give in to the
inevitable. "That's not so bad, is it?" he asked as he
carefully extended his middle finger between her
unusually heavy labia majora.
She winced but refrained from crying out as he explored
her more thoroughly.
"Surely a pretty girl like you has had a boy's hand in
her panties before now," he said. Then in a whisper,
"Haven't you, baby? Haven't you."
She was quite warm but rather dry down there, which
wasn't surprising considering the circumstances. For
many long minutes he manipulated her while she continued
to stare at him, and he at her. Then when his probing
finger found one of her "special places", her lips
parted slightly, and a priceless expression of pained
innocence and curiosity graced her lovely face. He
smiled at the lovely child as he moved his finger tip
slowly back and forth across her vaginal portal. "That's
my girl," he murmured affectionately. For the moment he
refrained from entering her. That pleasure he reserved
for later.
"You're a lovely young lady, my dear," the man
commented, removing his hand from her panties at last.
She relaxed visibly. He picked up his shears. "Let's
take these down," he said, as he cut through the thin
satin panties over each of her hips. "After all, we
wouldn't want anything to come between us so early in
our relationship, now would we," he added with that
wicked chuckle of his.
"No! Don't! Please!" the girl pleaded.
"Shhh... shhh... shh," he whispered as he took the
corners of the small triangle of blue satin in his
fingertips and folded it slowly downward between her
legs. "Oh, my! You are indeed a lovely child," he
uttered dryly as he feasted his eyes upon her.
She was a natural blond, that much was for certain,
judging from her golden curls which described a narrow,
wispy line down the center of her vulva. The rest she
apparently kept neatly trimmed. The entire effect was
extremely pleasing to the eye, but he was growing tired
of just looking.
The man moved to the foot of the table and stepped
between the two leg extensions. His exquisite young
prize lay spread open before him with the remains of her
panties hanging down below her buttocks. With one quick
tug, he pulled the ruined under garment from beneath her
rear end like a magician pulling a table cloth from
under a setting for six. He brought the soft fabric up
to his face and nibbled at the cotton center panel with
pursed lips, letting her musky bouquet titillate him.
"You smell divine, my dear girl," he murmured into the
fragrant satin. She looked away in disgust.
By averting her gaze momentarily, she failed to notice
when he knelt between her legs, and her gasping squeal
of surprise was almost comical when the man kissed her
where no one had ever kissed her before. Reflexively she
jerked her hips upward, unwittingly crushing herself
against his mouth. The man obliged her by extending his
tongue and wiggling his nose and lips farther between
her supple outer labia. A very pleasing moan escaped the
youngster when he began to nibble and kiss.
The essence of young female which he'd briefly sampled
on her panties was multiplied to a power of ten as he
deftly flicked the tip of his tongue along the edges of
her slight inner petals. Her rich fragrance and that
subtle unwashed ambiance that most young ladies
unfortunately attempt to disguise, washed over him like
a warm, moist wave.
"Ohhh... NOOO!" she moaned. His oral attentions were
more than likely a first for her.
He gave her two tender kisses exactly over her vaginal
entrance and then raised his head. "You like that don't
you, sweetheart," he murmured, then placed the palm of
his right hand over her prominent pubic mound.
"Nnnnno... STOP!!" she groaned through pursed lips when
the wicked man began to rotate his thumb slowly,
pressing down on her "special place".
Wendy Larson wasn't a virgin, but there had only been
the one time. She still wasn't sure why she'd given in
to Gregg Prentiss. In retrospect he'd proven to be
clumsy and utterly unsatisfying. He'd made several
attempts to woo her in the past, all of them
unsuccessful. On one occasion he'd actually managed to
get his hand into her panties, but she'd slapped him and
demanded that he take her home.
Then on that fateful afternoon for some unknown reason
she'd let him try again, and quite by accident, Wendy
suspected, Gregg'd managed to touch her in such a way
that made her forget everything her parents had ever
taught her about being proper and patient and about
saving herself for just the right young man.
His awkward and unskillful caresses had inadvertently
opened a door into a part of her that she'd not known
before, a part of her that both excited her and
frightened her, and that afternoon Gregg Prentiss got
lucky.
"Yes you do, baby," the man purred when his rubbing
caused her to begin to roll her hips slowly from side to
side. "You like it a lot, sweetheart. I know you do," he
murmured then leaned down and using the very tip of his
tongue, he licked her twice just below where he was
rubbing her with his thumb. The results were quite
satisfactory. The pretty youngster made that pleasant
little squeak like when he'd first kissed her down
there. Then she jerked her hips a couple of times
convulsively as a jolt of carnal energy shot through
her. The door was opening.
More out of curiosity than anything else he used his
thumbs to spread her heavy labia. "Have we been a good
girl?" he murmured rhetorically as he opened her further
with his finger tips. The girl remained silent, not
really knowing what to expect from her captor.
"Now let me see," he muttered as he gingerly probed her
small entrance with the tip of his index finger. Meeting
with no resistance, his first knuckle disappeared
without so much as a peep out of her. "Well what do you
know," he chuckled after a moment. He removed his
finger. "No bleeding," he noted. "Our little girl's had
herself a boyfriend or two. Now isn't that special."
She blushed hotly as she lay bound to the unusual table
while the strange and frightening man examined her and
commented on her sexual experience. She felt the cool
room air waft against her moistened intimate flesh and
secretly wished he would kiss her down there just once
more.
"How many boys have you been with, my dear?" he asked as
he removed his hands from her and stood.
He was surprised when she answered, "Just one," in a
quiet little voice.
"Just one. Well isn't that nice," the man said, letting
his hand trail up the length of her slim body as he
moved to the head of the table.
"Will you let me go now, please, Mr.?" she pleaded.
"Oh, now you don't want to leave yet do you, baby? Let's
have a little fun first, just the two of us," he said as
he reached beneath the edge of the table and extended an
instrument tray on a swing arm, positioning it below the
girl's outstretched left arm. "You need to give me a
chance," he added. "I'm a pretty nice fellow really,
once you get to know me. Who knows. Maybe you'll let me
be your boyfriend too."
Wendy didn't like the sound of that one bit but was soon
distracted by some clattering noises coming from her
left. Her vision was still so blurry that she couldn't
tell what the man was doing, and at last her curiosity
got the best of her. "What're you gonna do to me?" she
asked naively.
"It's a surprise," the man replied in a distracted sort
of way.
As he spoke, he carefully withdrew the slim needle of
the 3cc hypodermic syringe from the glass vial of clear
liquid. The syringe was full as he held it up to the
light and thumped its barrel with a finger to dislodge
any air bubbles which might have adhered to its inner
walls. It was a big dose. Next he carefully removed the
needle from the syringe and then fitted it to one end of
a length of clear catheter tubing.
The other end of the catheter he attached to the
syringe. Grasping the end of the syringe plunger with
his finger tips he gingerly depressed it. Instantly the
clear liquid traveled the length of the catheter until
one tiny drop of the exceptionally high grade cocaine
hydroxide contained in the syringe appeared at the
beveled tip of the needle. At that point he stopped and
placed the assembly carefully onto the instrument tray.
He then filled a second hypodermic and placed it beside
the first on the stainless steel tray. Next he took an
alcohol wipe from an open small glass container, and
with it he sterilized an area on the inside of the young
girl's left elbow.
When he first pressed the cool wipe against her tender
skin she jumped. "Wh-what?" she started to ask.
"Be still now," the man said more sternly as he tied an
elastic tourniquet tightly around her arm just above the
elbow.
She knew something was up now and was becoming more
agitated by the minute. "Why... what... Hey! W-what's
going on?" she asked breathlessly, craning her neck to
see in spite of her impaired vision.
"Blood test," he lied in an attempt to appease the girl.
"But..." she began to argue before he cut her off.
"We need to see if your last little boyfriend gave you
anything." It was a lame story, but it seemed to work.
She relaxed a little. He'd have to remember that one for
future reference. "Now hold very, very still and it'll
be all better before you know it. I promise," he said as
he moved the shining tip of the needle toward the girl's
fare skin.
The tourniquet had done the trick as usual, coaxing the
veins below the skin at the injection site to stand up
and be counted. This young lady would be quite easy for
her veins were large for a female, indicative of good
circulation.
"One little prick," he whispered as he pressed the sharp
needle to her flesh causing the fair skin to dimple
inward for a fraction of a second.
"Ow!" she whimpered and flinched a bit, but the
restraint band held her arm firmly in place.
As soon as the needle passed through her skin, the man
felt the slight resistance of the vein wall beneath.
Then with a silent "plink" which was felt rather than
heard, the tip of the needle entered the vein. "Almost
there," he muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just hold still for one more
minute, and then you can move all you want to," he said
in a gentler tone of voice.
Taking great care, he pushed the shining needle the rest
of the way into her flesh until its base pressed against
her pale skin. He then pulled two pre-cut pieces of
surgical tape from the edge of the instrument tray and
taped the needle in place. "Now for the test," he
thought to himself.
Reaching for the syringe which lay in the instrument
tray, he grasped the end of the plunger between two
fingers and tugged on it ever so gently. A big smile
spread across his face when as he watched, the clear
catheter tubing darkened, and almost instantly a tiny
plume of bright red blood jetted into the glass barrel
of the hypodermic, mixing with its clear contents and
turning the solution a light pink color. "We're in," he
whispered.
This was the first time he'd tried the catheter
equipment. On previous occasions he'd been forced to
inject his young partners then rush the rest of the
engagement to completion. Now by using the catheter
system, he could make the experience more memorable for
his little beauty queen because he would be able to
better regulate the dosage of the mood enhancing drug
throughout their entire tryst.
She seemed relaxed for the moment, but there was no
telling how long that would last. Moving with a purpose,
the man released his trousers, and quietly stepped out
of them. He glanced down at the instrument tray to be
sure that the syringe containing his own recreational
dose of the powerful stimulant drug was ready. It always
paid to double check. Timing was everything in this
game.
Picking up a big tube of K-Y Jelly, he applied a healthy
dollop to the top of the shaft of his fully erect penis
then spread the lubricant over its bulbous head and
along its considerable length . She was a little dry and
he wanted her to experience his "all" at just the right
moment. Lubrication would surely help him to introduce
all eleven inches of himself to her as quickly and with
as little difficulty as possible. He glanced over at her
trim figure. Soon he would know her completely.
"I have a big surprise for you, my dear," he said softly
while pushing on the plunger of the syringe. When about
1cc of its contents had traveled up the hair thin
catheter and vanished into his perspective mate, he
stopped. She was staring at him, but thanks to his
special eye drops, she couldn't see exactly what he was
up to. She probably felt a slightly warming sensation in
the crotch of her elbow, but that would be all for now.
"You okay baby?" he asked with genuine concern. She
nodded, but she looked very nervous. "Good, just one
more minute."
He pulled back on the plunger and watched as the
solution contained within the syringe quickly turned a
darker shade of red as approximately 1cc of the girl's
blood mixed with the remainder of the drug in its
barrel.
This was a process known as booting. Its purpose was to
facilitate better dispersal of the injected solution
throughout the circulatory system. The net effect of the
exercise would be to greatly enhance and prolong her
experience and consequently, his own.
Holding the syringe with his left hand he reached over
and unfastened the tourniquet. Then he carefully draped
the fine catheter tubing across her belly as he stepped
around the end of his table and between her legs. She
was a dream come true as she lay spread before him. He
hoped that she, like a few of the others, would in time
come to appreciate him.
Again he slowly depressed the plunger of the syringe,
allowing 2cc's of the blood/cocaine solution to travel
the length of the catheter and disappear into the
youngster's arm before he stopped once again. He looked
down at her lovely face. "Here comes your surprise,
baby," he murmured to the confused girl.
While he watched, her expression began to change. "You
still? You ready for your surprise?" he cooed.
"I-I..." she began to say, but abruptly fell silent, her
face suddenly taking on an expression of curious wonder.
She failed to notice when he reached down and caressed
her small breasts, one at a time. The once satiny smooth
skin of her tiny areolae was now puckered and tightly
drawn. Beneath his palm her little nipples were as hard
as glass. Her journey was beginning.
"Wh-whaaa?" Her eyes were the size of saucers as she
began to roll her head from side to side.
"Easy, sweetheart," the man murmured as he refilled the
syringe with her blood. This would be the final phase of
the injection. Already a good percentage of the powerful
cocaine was arriving at her brain. When the barrel of
the hypodermic was practically filled with dark red
blood, the man stopped.
She was gasping now and straining at her bonds. He swung
the instrument tray closer and laid the syringe still
connected to the catheter carefully onto it. Next he
picked up the other syringe he'd prepared for himself,
and after pumping his fist several times, he found a
suitable blood vessel and injected himself with 3 cc's
of the powerful stimulant drug. He would need to move
quickly now if he wanted to experience the young girl at
the peak of her potential.
Grasping his manhood in his right hand, he stepped
forward and slowly stroked its blood engorged head up
and down between his young playmate's ample outer folds.
She was marvelously hot, as he felt her soft petals
yield to his hunting.
"Ohh... oh... oh," her breathless cry reverberated in
his ears.
Soon the two of them would be one. His heart raced and
his vision was starting to narrow as he gazed down at
his young prize. Her eyes were open wide, and her face
was a portrait of wonder and grace. She would not be
cognizant for much longer.
"That's my girl. You be real nice now," he murmured
gruffly and pushed forward with his hips and thighs. He
felt her start to stretch and dilate.
Wendy licked her lips. "Muuhhhhh," she huffed, blinking
slowly. She saw the horrible man lean closer to her, but
at the same time he moved farther away. Her surroundings
looked like she was staring out from inside of a fish
bowl. He was speaking to her, but his voice sounded
tinny and distant, and the words reverberated, "be
nice... nice... really nice..." A sizzling aura
surrounded him. Wendy's heart raced in her chest.
She was exceptionally tight which wasn't surprising for
a girl of her tender age and lack of experience, but he
could feel her giving in. Her gates were slowly opening.
Soon she would take him in. Supporting his shaft with
his hand, he pressed forward harder.
Wendy's world was delaminating quickly. At first an
avalanche of incomprehensible patterns and oscillating
sounds swept over her, disorienting her, frightening
her. Then in an utterly silent instant she watched her
body shatter at the molecular level and explode like the
birth of a galaxy. As though she were riding a tsunami,
a cacophony of riotous tones played by a maniacal
organist then took Wendy and carried the fragments of
her being to the far corners of the universe.
She was fighting him, albeit unconsciously, but she was
resisting him none the less. Placing his free hand onto
her tummy, he realized that the muscles beneath her soft
skin were flexed hard. Although his own dosage of the
stimulant drug had him in its grip, he was able by force
of will alone to proceed. "Relax, sweetheart," he
whispered breathlessly. "Let me in, baby. Let me
inside," he said as he began to kneed her abdomen as one
would when coaxing placental delivery during child
birth.
Apparently that was the key required to unlock her
gates, because in an instant he was in her. In fact he
had to catch himself with one hand on the edge of the
table or he would have fallen onto her, so quickly did
his well lubricated love engine move into his young
partner. The only sound to be heard to herald their
final union was the visceral "splatter" of displaced air
trapped in her vaginal passage as it escaped around his
impaling member.
"That's my girl," he gasped as he reveled in the
splendor of her youth and fitness. Glancing downward he
noticed that he was only two thirds of the way toward
fulfilling the young beauty. Then he remembered the
syringe containing the remainder of her dosage.
This is what he'd been waiting for. Grabbing for the
syringe, he took care not to allow it to slip from his
grasp, due to the K-Y Jelly he'd gotten on his hands.
Then as he slowly pushed the plunger of the syringe
forward, he simultaneously pushed another plunger
forward.
The mixture of blood and cocaine gradually disappeared
from the barrel of the syringe ahead of the advancing
rubber tipped plunger, traveling up the thin catheter
and into his sweet mate. Unlike the smooth glass bore of
the syringe, the fleshy head of his manhood moved
through a convoluted corridor that virtually sizzled
with energy. Sequential ripples traveled up and down the
length of him as she accepted each additional inch.
To this day he would not know how he'd managed to remove
the catheter from her arm and sterilize the injection
site, but somehow he'd done it. After all, he was a
stickler for cleanliness. The last thing he remembered
clearly was gazing down at his charming young companion,
and seeing her tummy heave outward as he felt himself
nestle firmly up against her cervical.
So far there had been no outward reaction to his
presence from his young lover, and for several moments
he held perfectly still while the powerful cocaine
flooded his being. A profound sense of solidarity swept
over him as he felt the young girl embrace him
vaginally. He and she were indeed one.
Wave upon wave of scintillating energy flowed through
Wendy until every nerve ending in her body sizzled with
carnal fire. Then suddenly she sensed a presence.
Something was there at the center of her being,
something white hot. As quickly as her universe had
burst asunder, expanding outward like the shock wave
from a nuclear explosion, Wendy imploded. Like a video
tape on rapid rewind, she folded inward toward the solar
flare at her core, pulled toward the inferno like a moth
to a flame.
Wendy sought after that heat. She sensed the source of
the blaze lay deep inside of her, but she couldn't seem
to reach it. Slowly as though she were discovering those
muscles that are distinctly female for the very first
time, she reached out with her womanhood and grabbed for
the flaming brand. It was at that moment that Wendy's
mysterious emotional door flew open and her inner
wildcat emerged.
It came as a bit of a surprise to him when the lovely
youngster suddenly became a very active participant in
their love making. He'd only just begun to deliver slow
strokes to her, taking great pleasure in feeling every
inch of her as she clung to him upon egress and then
embraced his return. It began with a long, low groan
which seemed to come up from some secret place, long
hidden. If the truth be known, it was more of a growl
than a groan; an animal sound.
Next came the thrusting of her hips as she sought to
impale herself upon him, keeping him always inside.
Although she remained restrained during the entire
engagement, she proved to be a spectacularly athletic
lover. For one so inexperienced, her vaginal agility was
nothing short of astonishing, and her heightened
internal sensitivity allowed her to feel and respond to
his every move.
Their love making went on for hours, the powerful
stimulant drug drastically increasing their stamina.
Through the years, he'd enjoyed the company many a young
woman as guests in his secluded Entertainment Center,
but none could hold a candle to this girl. Most of his
young prizes he released "into the wild" once he'd had
his fill of them. Some he'd kept for as long as a month
or two, but as a rule two weeks was adequate time for
him to discover, sample and savor just about anything a
young lady might have to offer.
This child, on the other hand, he wanted to take his
time with, he decided as he reluctantly stepped away
from the table. He felt utterly drained, and rightfully
so. Gazing down at her loveliness as she lay slumbering
fitfully he noticed that a rather sizeable puddle of
fluid had collected on the floor directly beneath his
young lover's rear end. He couldn't recall exactly how
many times he'd inseminated the girl, but it had been
several times.
Her once wispy blond pubic curls now lay damp and matted
against her flesh. Her labia had remained parted after
so many hours vigorous love making, and while he watched
an internal contraction caused a bit more of his
offerings to emerge from within, run slowly over her
puckered nether opening, which by the way, he would
investigate at a later date, and drip to the floor.
"plip"
"Perhaps I'll keep this one," he mused.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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