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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.

Entertainment Center - 2.1

"What ya got in here anyway, buddy?" the UPS driver asked in a good
natured way.  "Whatever it is, it's a heavy son of a bitch," he added
when the man didn't answer.

"Where do I sign?" he asked brusquely.

The driver held out his electronic receipt pad.  "Right there, buddy"
he replied, indicating the small rectangular touch pad.  The truck
driver didn't much like the looks of this one.  He was weird looking.
Kinda scary even.

"OK, that'll do `er," the UPS man said, retrieving his pad.  "She's
all yours."  With that, he stepped on a pedal at the rear of his hand
truck, causing a lever to shove the bottom of the heavy crate off the
small bed and onto the customer's front porch.  "So long now," he said
as he headed for his truck.  The man on the porch did not answer but
stood stone still and watched while the brown truck drove away.

Once he was certain that the coast was clear, the man hurried into the
house and returned moments later with his own dolly.  Then after a
brief struggle he got the heavy crate loaded and through the front
door.

"Oh, you're a beauty, you are," he mumbled affectionately as he set
what had to be the connecting rod aside and began sorting through the
bags of fasteners and other small parts.  "I know someone who's really
gonna like you," he chuckled.

He probably could have built one himself, but the machines advertised
at www.fuckingmachines.com appeared to be so well constructed and
perfectly suited to his purposes that he decided, "Why bother?"  So
he'd ordered one, and here it was.  As advertised the machine was well
engineered and surprising easy to assemble.  With only a very few
modifications it would easily fit onto his "Gaming Table", and then it
would be time for some introductions.

For at that very moment beneath his old house in a very secret place
that he referred to simply as his "Entertainment Center" his latest
house guest awaited him.

Usually he went for the blond haired girls, but this one was so
remarkably cute, that he decided to make an exception. According to
his records, her name was Kelly Headings.  She was a lovely chestnut
haired beauty with fair skin and big dark green eyes.  The man
estimated Kelly's age to be thirteen, but it was difficult to tell
since young girls seemed to mature so quickly these days.  Certainly
those who had been fortunate, or unfortunate enough, as the case may
be, to have been a guest in his Entertainment Center grew up very fast
indeed.

Her abduction hadn't posed much of a challenge for the man, but then
again, he'd had a lot of experience.  After studying the Headings
girl's comings and goings for a few weeks, he determined that she was
pretty much of a loaner, unusual for one so very attractive, but he'd
take any break he could get.  

For one reason or another candidates for house guests had been few and
far between lately, and he was beginning to feel starved for company.
His last visitor had held up better than most.  "Wendy her name was,"
he recalled wistfully.  She'd been the first to try his catheter
injection system, and perhaps it had been the massive doses of
cocaine-hydroxide he'd given her that allowed the girl to last as long
as she had.  Yes, Wendy had been fun, but eventually she'd simply worn
out.  He'd dumped her on the street in a distant city with enough
money to buy a meal.  It was the least he could do, considering how
close the two of them had become.

Then, for more than two months he'd traveled about searching for a
replacement, until by shear coincidence he'd found young Kelly
Headings.  He'd even gotten the chance to use his new air rifle on
Kelly, darting her on the first shot.  Using the rifle he didn't have
to get so close to his intended targets, and could remain in a place
of concealment longer, thus minimizing his exposure and drastically
reducing his chances of getting caught.  He was utterly convinced that
this method was far superior to using chloroform like he'd done in the
past.

"The connecting rod will have to be shortened, and I'll have to
fabricate a mounting bracket, but other than that, it's perfect," he
murmured as he sat gazing at the complex machine he'd just finished
assembling.  Of course, the ridiculously large dildo that had been
shipped with the unit would have to be changed, and he'd given some
thought to building a lubrication system.  Since he planned to have
his young visitor spend a great many of her waking hours in the
company of the device, he presumed that her own natural lubrication
would only go so far, no matter what her degree of arousal.  She would
need some help, and he had some ideas.  He was a very resourceful man.

"Speaking of my house guest," he muttered.  "I expect I'd better check
in on her."

The secret chamber was deep below ground, and as a result was utterly
soundproof.  Cool air, water and power were all provided from above,
although should an emergency arise, his Entertainment Center could
become self-sufficient, running on batteries and fuel cells for many
weeks at a time.  Only the sound of the whispering air conditioning
system could be heard as he pushed open the heavy door to the
vault-like chamber and stepped inside.

His hand went immediately to a control on the wall which raised the
lighting level in the room.  As the lights came up the white tile
floors and the stainless steel cabinets glittered.  The chamber looked
a good bit like a hospital operating room, although in place of the
standard examination table, in the center of the white tiled chamber
stood a very specialized piece of equipment.  

The well used apparatus 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 house guests.  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 a 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.

Currently his "Gaming Table" as he referred to it, was occupied by the
sleeping form of Miss Kelly Headings.  Stepping quietly to the side of
the table, the man stood in silence for several moments gazing down at
the lovely teenager.  "Yes, she would do nicely," he thought to
himself as his eyes wandered over the slumbering girl.  "She's bigger
boned than my last," he noted.  "You're a strong, healthy girl,
Kelly," he whispered and brought his hand to her cheek.  Her skin was
immaculately soft and warm.  "And you're very pretty," he murmured
affectionately.  "I'll just bet you have a boyfriend, Kelly.  All
pretty young ladies have boyfriends" he said with just a hint of
resentment in his voice as he reached out and straightened the
shoulder strap of her sleeveless tee-shirt.  "Well, let's just hope
he's not the jealous type, because I'm going to introduce you to a new
boyfriend, Kelly, dear," he added, placing a hand onto the top of her
left thigh.

Her legs were lean and long, and well muscled, he noted as he drew his
hand slowly down the length of the girl's left leg.  There was no need
for restraints just yet, since she was still deep within the grasp of
the powerful sedative he'd used to take her down.  For convenience,
however, the man elected to fasten the restraint bands at her ankles.

"Well, well.  What have we here?" he muttered and was about to wrap
the wide velcro band around her other ankle when he spied it.  "Now
isn't this pretty," he murmured as he fingered the thin gold chain.
He hadn't noticed the ankle bracelet on his initial inspection.
"Sloppy," he chastised himself.  "Now what's this?" he asked of the
silent room as he angled the small, rectangular gold plate to the
light.  

"Kelly and Brandon - 1999" the inscription read, and there was a
little engraved heart beside the two names.

"Kelly and Brandon," the man murmured.  "Kelly and Brandon," he
repeated thoughtfully.  "Brandon, now that's a nice name," he went on
as he carefully removed the anklet.  "And what did we do, pray tell my
dear, to make Brandon want to give you such a nice little bauble?" he
asked rhetorically as he dropped the little gold chain into a shallow
instrument tray nearby.  "Were we naughty for our boy, Brandon, Kelly
girl?" he chuckled as he fastened the second ankle restraint.  "Did we
do the nasty with young Brandon?"  

Moving to the side of the table, the man stepped on one of many foot
pedals which extended from the pedestal base.  There was no sound at
all, as the hydraulic actuators whispered the leg extensions of the
Gaming Table apart, spreading the young girl's legs to just beyond
shoulder width.   

"Now let's have a look at you, Miss Headings," the man murmured as he
took a pair of EMT sheers from the instrument tray.  

The girl's white linen shorts lasted approximately thirty seconds.
After slipping the blunt safety tip of the sheers up the right leg of
her shorts, the man proceeded to cut the soft fabric straight up the
side seam and through the waist band.  Then after repeating the
process on the other side, all he had to do was to fold the front of
the ruined garment down between the girl's slender legs.

"My, my, aren't we the sexy one," the man chuckled softly as he
studied the pale blue thong style panties he just uncovered.  "Very
pretty, sweetheart," he commented as he reached out and gently traced
one fingertip across the enticing mound beneath the tiny triangular
patch of fabric.  "Satin, no less," he muttered, raising his eyebrows.
Then he used his sheers to snip the waist bands of the panties which
were no larger than shoelaces on either side of her tummy.  Grasping
the two corners of the blue satin triangle with his fingertips, the
man slowly folded the warm fabric down.  He did so almost reverently,
until moments later the girl lay exposed before him.

"What a pretty girl we are, Kelly," he said as he gazed down upon her
loveliness.  She was fairly small down there, with nicely shaped but
somewhat narrow labia majora.  Her pubic arch, on the other hand, was
reasonably prominent, indicating the potential for acceptable
capacity.  Her pubic covering was quite soft he discovered as he
reached out and began to tug playfully at her wispy, light brown
curls.  Her cute little bush covered just the very inner edges of her
labia, and when he explored with his thumb between those resilient
folds of supple flesh and her inner thigh, he realized that her
"Mohawk" look was completely natural for there were no telltale signs
of razor stubble.  She might have waxed recently, but at her age, he
doubted it.

Placing his palm fully upon her, he started to massage her intimate
flesh.  Watching her face for any reaction to his touch, he palpated
her supple labia for a minute or two before removing his hand.
Walking around to the foot of his specialized table, he stepped up
between the girl's legs, and using his fingers to spread her labia
majora open, he leaned down to inspect her more closely.  Her moist
and subtle fragrance wafted over his face as he delved carefully
between her petal-like inner labia.  Then after a moment, he stood,
satisfied with his findings.  

"We've been a good girl, I see, Kelly," he murmured.  Then he slipped
his left thumb between her outer lips and slid it slowly up over
tender folds of flesh to the area where the labia joined.  After
locating the little hood which shrouded her clitoris, he began to
swirl his thumb over the budding little bundle of nerve endings.
After a minute, he slid his thumb downward between her labia minora in
search of lubrication.  He could have used K-Y Jelly, but he preferred
to use her own natural lubricant.  Happily, he discovered that she was
beginning to produce, and after coating his thumb at her vaginal well,
he went back to stimulating the clitoris.  "Can you feel that, sugar?"
he cooed when she shifted her hips and, her long legs tugged
unconsciously at the ankle restraints.  "Doesn't that feel good, baby
girl?" he murmured.  "Sure it does," he said.  Dipping his thumb
between her labia again, he began to slide his slippery digit up and
down the length of her carnal cleft from her vaginal portal to her
clitoral shroud.  "Kelly's a good girl," he muttered as she began to
move her hips more rhythmically.  "My good little girl likes this,
doesn't she?" he said moving his thumb faster over her intimate folds.
Then suddenly and without hesitation or any compunction what-so-ever,
the man pushed his thumb into her small vaginal opening, piercing her
hymen in one swift motion.

A precious little squeaking whimper was the only sound the girl
uttered in reaction to the loss of her childhood.  Her flat little
tummy heaved, and inside her inexperienced vaginal muscles flexed
ineffectually, seeking unsuccessfully to prevent his further intrusion
upon her person.  A small upwelling of blood appeared around the man's
thumb as his first knuckle disappeared from view, and when after a
moment he slowly withdrew his marauding digit, it was coated with a
light pink, creamy fluid.  "That's my girl, Kelly," he murmured as he
pushed his thumb back into the unconscious teenager.  "Make yourself
nice and wet for me, baby.  After all, you're a big girl now," he
added with a wicked chuckle.  

She was surprising athletic vaginally for one just newly introduced to
womanhood, and for a few minutes he toyed with the girl, allowing her
to grip his thumb as her nubile anatomy adjusted itself around the
first foreign object to visit there.  In addition, she appeared to be
a pleasantly wet child, he noted.  Perhaps she wouldn't require as
much "help" with her new "boyfriend" as he'd originally thought.  That
would be nice, because it would give him a bit more time to put the
finishing touches on his "auto-lube" system.  For the time being,
anyway, he would be standing by while she and her mechanical beau got
acquainted.  In fact, he looked forward to it.

"Well, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, Kelly," the man
murmured as he extracted his thumb from the girl  to the audible
snapping wet sound of vaginal mucous.  After stepping to the side of
the table he commented casually.  "First thing we absolutely must do
is to free you of that tee-shirt of yours.  It looks awfully tight and
must be very constraining."  He picked up his shears, lifted the hem
of Kelly's tank top, and made a cut from her tummy to her throat.  A
couple of snips to the shoulder straps was all that was required then
to finish off the little tee-shirt.  Returning his EMT shears to the
instrument tray, he then folded the two halves of the ruined garment
to either side, unwrapping Kelly like a Christmas gift.  "What pretty
little titties we have, Kelly, honey," he said with a smile as he
stared at the two firm little cones of pale flesh.  "Oh, and look," he
cooed.  "Our little nipples are already nice and hard.  Now isn't that
special," he added then leaned over and nibbled at one tiny bud with
pursed lips.  Her nipples were indeed erect, and her small, puffy
areolae were dark and firm.  He took a moment to suckled first one
then the other, before he stood and prepared to move on.

He'd tested his catheter injection system on his previous house guest
and the results had been quite satisfactory.  The man very much
enjoyed making love to his young companions while treating the girls
to various controlled substances, administered intravenously.  In the
past he'd used a variety of opiates and other sedative
pharmaceuticals.  He'd tried hallucinogens, both chemical and organic,
and on one young lady he'd recently experimented with doses of Viagra,
all with varying degrees of success.  His very favorite drug was still
a very pure and potent solution of clinical grade cocaine-hydroxide.
He'd found time and again, that his girls responded with exceptional
vigor and enthusiasm, and their stamina was drastically improved while
under the influence of cocaine.  

Originally he'd been forced to administer repeated injections to his
playmates in order to prolong the experience, and this had its own set
of associated problems and drawbacks.  For one thing, the girls often
became a bit agitated since most were utterly unfamiliar with the
effects of the drug, and naturally they were apprehensive about being
given intravenous injections by a total stranger.  Some even became
combative and had to be exhaustively restrained during successive
injections in order to avoid injury.  Then there was the simple fact
that repeated injections could cause problems of their own, in
particular with young girls whose venous structures were generally
quite delicate.  He had no desire to cause his young companions any
real physical pain or discomfort other than that associated with the
natural processes of copulation, but that was becoming increasingly
difficult as his appetite for chemically augmented love interludes
grew.  Then one evening while watching a popular hospital series on
television, he seized upon an idea.  

As mentioned earlier, his last house guest, Wendy, had been the first
lucky young lady to try his catheter injection system, and she'd taken
to it like a real trooper.  Basically his system consisted of a thin
piece of catheter tubing a few feet in length placed between the
needle and a typical hypodermic syringe.  Simple as it sounds, the
system allowed him to insert the needle into his partner's vein and
leave it there, held in place with surgical tape.  On the other end of
the flexible tubing, he could attach and re-attach pre-charged
syringes as often as he liked and never have to worry about doing
further damage to the young lady's delicate veins.  Repeated
injections were therefore not only possible, but so easy and painless,
that he could keep his sweet partners literally flying high for hours
at a time.  Wendy had flown high alright.  Never in his wildest dreams
could he ever have imagined a more pleasurable experience than those
many hours he'd spent with the animated little blond, but everything
has its cost.  Eventually, in spite of her youth and vigor, the girl
had simply worn herself out.  The man had learned a valuable lesson
from his relationship with Wendy, though, and that was that he must
take his time and give his young playmates a chance to recuperate and
recover their strength from time to time.

"You and I will go nice and slow, Kelly girl," he murmured as he took
her right wrist and carefully extended her slender arm outward, laying
her hand palm up onto the surface of the upper extremity wing of his
Gaming Table.  First he wrapped the padded restraint band around her
wrist followed by bands located on either side of her elbow and
finally, one wider band over her biceps.  All were fastened securely
with velcro closure straps, and then double checked before he was
satisfied with his work.  "There we are, sweetheart," he cooed as he
tugged on the last of the restraint bands. "Now I know you'll hold
real still for me."  He hadn't bothered to secure the body restraints
just yet as he planned to keep her sedated for awhile longer.  "OK,
we'll just go ahead and get you set up, and then I'll go and fetch
your new friend.  I know you're just dying to meet him," he chuckled.

Turning, he picked up a clear glass hypodermic syringe from the swing
out instrument tray, conveniently located beneath to the table's arm
support.  Attached to its tip was the approximately four foot length
of thin, clear plastic tubing which made up his catheter system.
Taking care not to tangle the or crimp the tubing, the man grasped the
fairly large bore needle affixed to the other end of the catheter to
keep it out of harm's way even though the actual needle was still
covered by a protective plastic cap.  Next, he held the syringe up to
the light.  He'd taken the time earlier to pre-charge several
hypodermics, and the glass barrel was completely filled with clear
liquid.  It was a large dose, nearly five CC's, but the beauty of his
system was that he could deliver as much or as little of the drug to
his playmate as he chose to, thereby prolonging her experience.
Humming to himself softly, he tapped on the side of the slender
graduated cylinder in order to dislodge any air bubbles which might be
adhering to the inside of the glass.  After replacing the whole system
into the tray, he next secured an elastic tourniquet around the
slumbering teen's arm just above her elbow and pulled it nice and
tight.

"Oh, my child," he mutter happily when one very healthy dark blue vein
began to rise beneath the pale skin of her inner elbow.  "This will do
quite nicely, I assure you, Kelly, girl," he commented as he took an
alcohol wipe from the tray and swabbed a large area around and over
the target."  Quite frankly, he was surprised that a young girl would
have such healthy veins.  "No doubt, she exercises regularly," he
surmised.  "OK, hold real still for me, honey," he said as he removed
the protective cover from the shining needle and studied its sharp
beveled tip.  With exceedingly gentle pressure, he carefully depressed
the syringe plunger until a tiny sparkling droplet of liquid appeared
at the tip of the needle.  

Satisfied that there was no air present in the system, the man moved
the shining needle toward the youngster's outstretched arm.  "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 before it passed cleanly through.  No sooner than the needle
punctured 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.  Angling the needle just so, he pushed it all the
way into the young girl's flesh until the plastic base pressed against
her skin.  Next he used a couple of pieces of surgical tape to secure
the needle in place against the skin of her inner elbow.  Then after
tucking the remaining length of catheter tubing under the restraint
bands to keep it out of the way, he picked up the glass hypodermic
from the tray.  Although he'd performed intravenous injections on
countless occasions, he always took the time to be certain that he was
in the vein.  Grasping the end of the glass plunger carefully between
his thumb and index finger, he gave it a little tug.  "There we are,
Kelly, baby," he whispered to the sleeping teen.  "I never miss," he
added proudly when he noted a tiny trace of bright red blood jet up
the first six inches of the slender catheter tubing.  Then just as
carefully, he depressed the plunger, injecting a minute amount of the
contents into the girl, hopefully not enough to cause a reaction, but
an adequate amount to clear the catheter of her blood and avoid
coagulation problems.

"Alright, Kelly, girl," he said almost jovially as he replaced the
syringe into the instrument tray.  "You just lie here and relax for a
minute while I go upstairs and get your boyfriend.  I just know you
two kids are going to hit it off," he added then turned and walked to
the door of his Entertainment Center.  "I'll be right back," he said,
closing the heavy soundproof door behind himself.

More to follow...  SM

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