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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "The Entertainment Center" - by - The StoryMaster [M~TeenF, nc]
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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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.

   The Entertainment Center - by - The StoryMaster

   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.

   "Who...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 vison 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.

   "Stopppp 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 innocense 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...nnnnnnno!" 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...  Stpppppp!" 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.
"Wha...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 what's going on?" she asked breathlessly,
craning her neck to see in spite of her impaired vison.

   "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 OK, 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 OK, 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...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 os.  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.

   End..  SM y

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