The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve
non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is
purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of consent in
your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.


Natural Selection - by - The StoryMaster - Part Two

"Now take a breath and hold it," he instructed.  "Easy now.  Wait for the moment. 
Wait...wait..." he whispered to the young man lying prone beside him.  "When you're
ready, squeeze the trigger.  Don't jerk, and don't forget to lead her a bit."  The
young man nodded but continued to stare intently over the sights of the high
powered air rifle.  About fifty yards away a dark haired girl broke into the clearing. 
She was a runner, one of many who passed this way on the path through the park. 
The two men lying concealed in the underbrush expected her.  One of them had
scouted her out as she'd entered the park, then quickly they'd laid their ambush.  

"I wonder where her friend is?" the gunman whispered, referring to the other young
lady he'd seen earlier.  

"Concentrate," the older man hissed under his breath.  "We'll have plenty of time to
deal with her friend when she gets here.  Probably stopped to pee or something."

After the last reported abduction, visitors to the city park, in particular female
visitors, had taken to pairing up for safety.  

Phhhtttt...

The brunette beauty hit the ground.  The immobilizing agent contained in the tiny
dart in her right thigh quickly interrupted the flow of data from her brain to her
motor nervous system, causing the rapid onset of muscular paralysis.

"A bit low, but not too bad," the older man commented.  "Now reload.  Her friend'll
be here any minute."

While the younger man operated the bolt of the air rifle, the other kept his eye on
the pathway.  Seconds later another young woman ran out into the clearing.  

"Melody," she cried breathlessly, spying her running partner lying motionless on the
ground ahead of her.  She hurried to her friend.  "Melody, are you hurt?  What's
wrong?" the blond girl said as she crouched beside her downed friend.  "Melody, talk
to me.  What's....."

Phhhtttt...

"Christ, you sure couldn't miss that target," the older man chided the other good-
naturedly after a couple of minutes had passed.  

"She's got a nice ass, doesn't she," the younger man agreed as he scrambled to his
feet.  "And she pointed it right at me.  Made the shot easy as pie," he commented as
he brushed the dirt and grass off his trousers.

"We're damn lucky!" the older man said, keeping his voice low.  "I guess that low
shot was a blessing in disguise after all.  She rolled right onto the dart so her friend
never saw it, or we'd be in trouble for sure."

"This the first time you've taken two at one time?" the younger man inquired of his
mentor as the two men cautiously approached the two felled young women.

"Yeah, sure is, but it seemed like a sure thing.  We're not going to be able to hunt
here much longer, you know.  Now let's get a move on.  We don't want any surprises. 
We'll check 'em out then get 'em loaded.  Nice work, by the way," the older man said
to his apprentice, slapping the younger man on the back.

"Thanks," the young man replied, glad at his instructor's display of approval.

The two young ladies lay in a heap one over the other in
the clearing.  Their eyes were open.  They were both
aware, in a hazy sort of way, that something was very
wrong, but neither knew exactly what.  

Courtney, blond, lovely, age seventeen, had no idea what
the problem could be.  She'd only stopped for a minute
to take a pee before catching up to Melody.  Now she
found herself on the ground lying across her younger
friend.  Curiously, she seemed unable to move. 
Courtney could feel her friend's warmth beneath her,
and she could feel Melody breathing, so she knew she was alive, but try as she
might, Courtney was unable to raise herself up off of her downed friend.  Then she
heard voices approaching.  Help had arrived.  "Thank, God!" Courtney thought.

"Roll the blond off of her little friend and let's check them out," a faceless voice
ordered.  Courtney felt hands on her shoulders.  The next thing she knew she was
lying on her back staring up into the face of a dark complected man.  To her right
she sensed movement.  

Although she was unable to turn her head, Courtney could see the shape of another
larger man in her peripheral vision.  He was obviously tending to her friend Melody. 
"Thank, God!" Courtney thought.  She tried to speak, but her mouth refused to
cooperate.  She felt hands on her wrists, as the man over her arranged her arms
across her chest.  Next Courtney felt him straighten her legs.  Courtney gazed up
into his eyes.  They appeared empty, devoid of emotion. 

Beside her the other man worked quietly.  "OK, like I showed you," he said at last to
the man who crouched over Courtney.  "Watch her eyes," he instructed.  "It's one
of the best parts of the job."

"What the hell's going on?" Courtney wondered, confused and mildly apprehensive. 
"Why aren't they trying to help?  What do they....  Oh... Ohhhh... Oh no!  Oh, God!" 

"Hey, I see what you mean about her eyes," the younger man said with a wry chuckle
as he groped between Courtney's thighs.

Courtney stared almost sightlessly up at her attacker, her immediate thoughts
focused on his hand between her legs.  "Oh, please make him stoppppp!" she cried
silently as the dark complected man rubbed and squeezed.  It was then that she
heard the pitiful gurgling groan from beside her.

"This one's been shaving," the other man said gruffly.

Courtney knew with a cold certainty that her younger friend who had come to visit
from Colorado was also being handled against her will.

"Oh yeah?" Courtney's defiler responded.  Then in a lewd tone he added, "This one's
a big girl.  Aren't you baby."  He cupped Courtney with his hand then kneaded her
supple flesh between strong fingers.  He smiled down at the helpless girl.

The older man who was obviously in charge then asked casually, "Is she wet?  They
sometimes get wet from running?"

Courtney thought she would throw up when her attacker wormed a finger between
her ample labia.  

"You're right again, man," he said as he slid his finger tip across tissues that no one
had touched for a good long time.  "She's really wet."  Then he gazed once more into
Courtney's staring eyes and said, "You're just made for fucking, aren't you,
sweetheart!"

Courtney's was nearly as mortified as she was terrified.  "She couldn't help it," she
thought.  "She was just that way.  She always had been."

Clinically speaking, Courtney had hyper active Bartholins' and Skene's glands.  These
are the organs that produce and deliver lubricating mucus to both the internal
vaginal walls as well as the exterior components of the female reproductive system
such as the labia minora and majora, the inner and outer lips.  It had always been a
tremendous source of embarrassment for Courtney, even when she was a little girl. 
It seemed that the slightest amount of stimulation, even a provocative thought
would trigger a reaction from her anatomy.  As a rule, her flow was so prodigious,
that her panties would quickly become saturated.  God! how many men she'd had to
fight off when they'd mistaken her body's uncontrolled responses as an invitation to
proceed.  Partly because of this condition, Courtney had developed a healthy
disrespect for the male of the species.  "They only wanted one thing!" Courtney
believed whole heartedly.  As a result, Courtney had seriously curtailed her dating. 
She'd considered sex from time to time, but couldn't seem to find a man who suited
her standards.  As fate would have it, the man crouched over her, leering down at
her now, was the first male to touch Courtney in any meaningful way in over a year.

"This little girl's kinda dry," the other man commented from beside Courtney and her
new friend.  "Lemme show you another trick, and then we'd better get them loaded
up," he added.

Courtney looked up in dismay as the man with his hand on her nodded toward his
friend.  He continued to rub and fondle.

"When they're dry, this little maneuver works like a charm.  It gets 'em used to
being handled and teaches 'em respect."  He looked down at the pretty, young
brunette whom he'd arranged so carefully on the path next to her older friend.

Melody was thoroughly terrified.  Even if she hadn't been immobilized by the
powerful drug, she would certainly have been paralyzed from fright.  Melody was a
very pretty girl.  She was fifteen years old, dark haired, green eyed, with the face
of an angel and the body of budding fashion model.  Melody was also a virgin.  She'd
been raised in fundamentalist, Christian home, and so far, her extremely strict
mother and father had not even allowed her to entertain thoughts of dating. 
Melody was every bit the overly protected, totally unworldly, utterly inexperienced
product of prudish, controlling parents.  She had thus far never been alone for even
five minutes with a boy.  She'd been taught from day one by church and family that
sex was taboo outside of the wedding bed, a sin, a one-way ticket to hell, and
Melody believed them with all of her heart.  So it was that when this stranger, this
horrible older man forced his big, rough hand into her running shorts, Melody
thought she would surely die.

Melody starred up at her attacker, her green eyes wide and filled with fear.  She
was unable to move or to speak, but managed one soft gurgling moan when the man
began to rub her "down there".  "Oh, God!" she cried silently as he squeezed and
groped.  "I'm going to hell, for sure!"  

Then Melody heard the man mention shaving.  "Shaving?" she
wondered.  She didn't realize that man who now handled her
had mistaken her very sparse, soft brown wisps as a sign that
she'd shaved herself.  To his delight and Melody's dismay, he'd
soon discover his error.  Melody's tummy heaved, and had she
been able to, she would have squealed in pain, when the man's
calloused finger probed into her previously unexplored and
most tender flesh.

Having never been with a man, Melody was at a loss when the
two men talked about certain female anatomical functions. 
Good girl that she was, the teenager had not yet succumbed
to the temptation to masturbate, that too being a sin before God.  So she had no
idea what being "dry" or "wet" referred to.  Melody closed her big green eyes in a
silent prayer of thanks when the man at last withdrew his hand from her private
place.  Perhaps he was finished with his wickedness.  "Yea, though I walk through
the valley of... mmmmmm!"  

Melody's mentally whispered prayer was cut short when the man forced a finger
into her mouth.  The startled teenager tried to bight down, but found that her jaws
were as unwilling to obey her mental orders as was the rest of her body.  Dismay
clouded her pretty face as Melody gazed up in horror at her tormentor.  Unable to
resist him, Melody was forced to allow the man to explore the moist interior of her
mouth with his course digit.  Quickly, he located her tongue, and began to toy with
the supple muscle while he smiled almost tenderly down at her.  Then he looked up in
the direction of his accomplis. 

"I like to use their own spit to get 'em wet.  Makes 'em more submissive," he
explained.

Melody lay helpless while the older man manually explored her mouth at his leisure.   
"Let's see if we can't get you all in a lather, baby, like your friend there," the man
said after a moment.   

Melody's tummy muscles tensed reflexively when she felt him reach down with his
free hand and tug at her shorts.  Gazing up at the man, Melody saw his black eyes
grow noticeably wider at the same time that she felt the cool fall breeze whisper
against her private place.  He'd pulled the front of her jogging shorts down,
exposing her femininity to his and his buddy's gawking stares.

His finger momentarily ceased its dance with Melody's tongue as he said hoarsely,
"Man would you look at that!"  

Melody couldn't see the other man clearly, but she knew he too was staring at her. 
Melody heard him say, "Oh yeah, man!"

"If that's not the prettiest little pussy I've seen in a good long time, I don't know
what is," he said, his voice filled with lustful admiration.  Then he turned back to
Melody.  Smiling down at the helpless teenager, he said while he wiggled his finger in
her mouth, "You are one pretty little girl, sweetheart.  You're gonna learn a lot in
your new life."  Then before Melody new what was happening, he pulled his finger
from her mouth.  The next thing the young brunette felt was that same finger,
moistened with her own saliva slide between the resilient folds of her outer labia
and into that sweet, unexplored world of velvety flesh.  

"Oh, my, darlin'!" the older man said as he smiled into Melody's shocked eyes.  He
wormed his finger deeper.  Her tummy muscles flexed once, twice, three times. 
"Why if I didn't know better, I swear that this is the first time that you've been
touched, little lady.  Is that right?  Have you been a good girl?"  

Melody closed her eyes in grief and shame. 

"I think this one's a virgin," the older man said to his friend who, by the way,  still
busied himself with Courtney while his mentor examined the younger girl.  "A virgin. 
Man, what a break.  This is fantastic!"  He grinned at his partner.  Then he looked
back down at Melody.  "We're gonna introduce you to a bunch of new friends, who
you're really gonna love, sweetheart."  He laughed out loud at his witticism.  "You
need to relax, baby.  Let your body go.  It knows what to do."  He watched Melody's
eyes as he slowly rubbed his finger up and down between her supple folds.  After a
moment he said in an impatient tone of voice, "You're so dry, honey.  Why are you so
dry?  That's no way for a girl to be," he scolded.

Melody was powerless to stop the man when her removed his hand from her, then
popped his finger back into her mouth.  Melody received the first taste of herself
as he began to seek moisture in the well of her sweet mouth.  She gagged at her
salty, tangy flavor on his finger.  He didn't linger there, but quickly returned his
moistened digit to the warmth between Melody's thighs.  

After only a few seconds, the older man said to his accomplis in a voice filled with
exasperation, "Hey, lemme see your hand."

Guessing what his instructor wanted, the younger man slipped his hand from inside
of Courtney's shorts.  He held it up.  Beneath him, Courtney lay in abject humiliation,
staring up at the man's glistening hand.  It looked like he'd dipped it into a bucket of
heavy mineral oil.  Even the cuff of his shirt sleeve was soaked.  With a grin, he
returned his hand to Courtney panties.  A sticky almost bubbling sound could be
heard as he began to kneed her resilient flesh.  

"This young lady's sopping wet, man.  She's got a nice big pussy, and hairy too.  I'd
say she's got plenty of juice to go 'round," he said with a grin.  He looked down at
the mortified blond teenager then back to his friend.  "Need some?" he asked.  He
rubbed Courtney harder.

"Squish...squish...snap...squish..."

"Yeah, lemme borrow a little for her friend here, then we have got to get outta
here.  He glanced at his wristwatch as he reached across to where Courtney lay. 
Defenseless against his advance, Courtney felt one man's hand replace that of the
other.  "Holy Christ!" the older man exclaimed.  "You're a wet one, aren't ya, girly! 
We're gonna put you to good use, that's for certain.  In a day or two, you're gonna
be a busy girl."  He pulled his hand out of Courtney's shorts and stared at his hand
approvingly as he rubbed his finger tips together.  His palm and fingers and the
backs of his knuckles were uniformly coated with a sweet, milky, silky fluid.  He
leaned over Courtney and stared into her eyes.  "You're a regular pussy juice
dispenser, baby.  I like that."  He laughed his wicked laugh.  Courtney thought she
would die.

Melody exhaled in a soft moaning huff, when the man once again slid his hand into
her panties.  This time, however, when he pressed one finger against the slit
between her practically hairless pussy lips, it slipped effortlessly deep into Melody's
very own sacred valley.  The young brunette then lay helpless while she was probed
and touched in places she wouldn't have believed existed.  Only two places were left
unexplored that afternoon there on the path in the park.  They were deeper and
even more sacred and private places.  The innocent, young brunette didn't know it at
the time, but those two inner sanctums and others would be visited soon enough.

Continued in Part Three... SM