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 - Part Three - by - The StoryMaster

Invitations had gone out for the Grand Opening, and now the first line of clients,
filed into the Show Room right on schedule.  It was a big day.  The hall was
darkened save for one pencil thin spotlight which shown on the solitary figure
standing on a small dais at the far end.

"Gentlemen, welcome.  Please, do come in," he said grandly to the hushed crowd as
they shuffled in his direction.

On cue the room lights were raised, and the group of a dozen or so men stood
blinking, gazing about themselves in wonder.  None of these chosen first few were
by any means attractive individuals either in stature or appearance.  In fact, they
had each been selected specifically for their individual lack of physical
handsomeness.

"Gentlemen, we want you to indulge yourselves here today.  Take your time, take
your pick.  As you can see, there are more than enough young ladies to go around. 
Some of you may wish to choose more than one, or feel free to pair up on a girl with
a buddy .  It's entirely up to you how you wish to spend your morning," the Host said
benevolently.  Airily, he swept a hand around the room, motioning to the surrounding
row of some twenty-five young ladies who awaited them.

Unlike the perspective clients, these girls were all strikingly beautiful.  They ranged
in ages from their very early teenage years up to the mid-twenties.  Each was the
answer to any man's prayers with lithe, athletic bodies and startlingly lovely faces. 
Each had been hand picked for her physical radiance and charm.  Each was what
most men would consider to be unreachable.  Their delights unobtainable due
entirely to their stunning good looks.  And to a one, each of these young ladies had
felt to some degree the very same way about themselves prior to being brought
here.  

Left to their own devices, these women would most certainly have sought to pair up
with only the most attractive and charismatic males of the species, leaving us more
common folk with only our shattered dreams and painful disappointments.  We see
them in films and in fashion magazines.  We see them in day to day life on the arms
of those men fortunate enough to have been born more handsome and debonaire. 
But never was there any real chance that we might have one for our very own.  That
is until now, of course.

The group of relatively ungainly clientele stood in trance-like wonder as they gazed
in awe at the row of resplendent representatives of femininity.  The men seemed
routed in place as is the usual initial male reaction when confronted with such
splendor.  "Please, gentlemen.  Help yourselves.  Don't be shy.  They won't bight. 
Nor will they shun you nor run from you.  If they do, they will be punished," the
Host spoke magnanimously.  The group slowly began separate, heading in different
directions, following their longings toward their dreams.

As promised, the young ladies did not retreat from them.  Each girl stood silently
awaiting a companion for the morning's activities.  They were dressed alike in pale
blue cotton dresses which buttoned down the front.  The young ladies were clothed
only because the organizers of the Facility felt that the emotional impact of being
disrobed by their respective partners was significant and therefore worth while.
The frocks were not unattractive, but were somewhat utilitarian in design, and the
button down fronts allowed them to be removed with relative ease.  Additionally,
the seams of the dresses were held together with soft velcro-like tape, allowing the
entire garment to be separated into pieces without damaging the material.  Beneath
their blue dresses each girl wore a small, satin brassiere.  Her panties were also
somewhat remarkable.

One reason, in addition to obedience training, that
these bewitching young women awaited the clients so
patiently and submissively was that each was held in
place on a special presentation stand.  These stands or
mounts, designed specifically for this purpose, had
bases three feet in diameter made of heavy plate
steel for stability.  Two leather and velcro ankle
restraints were fitted to opposing edges of the round
base.  A telescoping pole approximately two inches in
diameter was fitted vertically to the center of the
base directly between the ankle restraints.  At the
top of this shaft was affixed an anatomically correct, hard, rubber phallus.  Once a
girl's feet were attached to the base restraints, spreading her legs approximately
to shoulder width and her hands bound behind her with soft cordage, the phallus
could then be extended upward on the center pole and inserted into her vagina
sufficiently that she would be unable to rise up far enough to dislodge it. 
Effectively, she would be mounted to the presentation stand.  The panties that all
of the girls were issued, therefore had a round hole stitched into the center panel
of the garment directly over her vaginal opening to facilitate the passage of the
mount.  Also, like the dresses, the outside seams of the panties were held together
with velcro tapes over the hips, from the waist band to the leg openings.  The
panties could be taken in half in order to facilitate their removal without the need
to dismount the girl from her presentation stand.

"Remember, Gentlemen, you can afford to be picky.  Take your time.  Choose that
perfect girl, and don't forget, if there's time left before the end of the morning
session, you are welcome to come back for seconds."

Several of the guests had already been drawn to a particular young lovely while
others wandered from one patiently waiting princess to the next.  A series of
whimperings and whinings began to be heard around the room.

"Feel free to touch them, Gentlemen," the Host said as he stepped down off of his
dais to join the happy crowd.  "They are no longer the glittering deities we've all
been led to believe are unobtainable.  They await your attentions.  Take them,
Gentlemen," he encouraged the group.  "If you wish privacy, simply remove her from
her mount.  If you need help, we will assist you.  Then you may take your chosen
young love to one of our many Guest Rooms located around the perimeter of the
main hall and Show Room."  He gestured with his hand around the walls.

"Here, allow me to demonstrate," he said stepping up to a breathtakingly beautiful
red headed girl with flashing green eyes.  Placing one hand behind her neck, he
pulled her face to his.  As their mouths met, with his other hand, he casually flipped
the hem of her dress up then slid his hand without hesitation into her panties.  Two
men standing close by watched in amazement as the young girl at first tried to pull
away from their Host's advances.  Spreading his fingers as he pushed his hand
between her trembling thighs he began to palpate her resilient lips on either side of
the impaling shaft lodged inside of her supple interior.  She moaned softly into his
open mouth, as he felt her pull her hips back and away from his exploring hand,
causing the mount shaft to press uncomfortably against the inside of her pubic
arch.  He continued to slide his fingers back around the hard plastic shaft, pressing
upward against ductile female flesh while his tongue danced inside of her mouth. 
The girl was utterly powerless to resist his attentions.  After several poignant
moments had passed, he removed his hand from under the red haired teenager's
dress.  He smiled at her sweetly then reached out and gently pinched her one of her
flushed cheeks.  Turning, he winked at the two men standing nearby then strolled
off into the crowd without another word.

Trinity was bordering on a state of shock as she gazed in horror at her
surroundings.  The horrible device that these wicked people had shoved up into her
pressed uncomfortably hard against her tender interior.  In addition, the nineteen
year old, golden haired Aphrodite was still moderately raw from the laser
treatments she'd been given a little over a week ago to remove all traces of her
pubic hair.

All of the girls were similarly treated, the organizers preferring for them to be
uncovered and open to for inspection.

Next to Trinity, and not more than six feet away, a large, bullish man was in the
process of unbuttoning the dress of a pretty girl much younger than herself.  The
unfortunate brunette whimpered pitifully as the man pawed roughly at her flawless
skin.  So far, no one had approached Trinity, but she feared it was only a matter of
time.  It did appear, however, that there were many more suffering young women
present than their were guests.  

"Maybe there would be a chance that she'd be left alone," Trinity prayed silently. 
The girl beside her squealed when the man with her pinched one of her small
breasts.  Trinity cringed.  "How had this happened?" she asked herself and not for
the first time.  She remembered setting her grocery bags down in the then
deserted hallway of her apartment building.  She'd unlocked the door then bent
down to pick up her parcels, and then... Nothing.  Until that is, she'd awakened in
this dreadful place.

Trinity was so lost in dark thoughts that she didn't see or hear the man move
toward her.  "Hello, little darlin," he said in an unctuous drawl.  

Trinity looked up, startled.  Then once she saw the man, creature would have been a
better description, she felt decidedly ill.  

The brute was enormous.  He weighed every bit of three hundred pounds.  He
stared hungrily down at Trinity with beady little eyes sunken deep into his fat face
from a height of perhaps six and a half feet.  His cheeks looked like the jowls of a
bloodhound and were spider-webbed with tiny ruptured arteries.  

"Wadaya say you and I get to know each other a little better, darlin'?  Would ya like
that?"  As he stepped in front of Trinity, his belly proceeded him, pressing against
her as he reached for her with hands that looked like catcher's mitts.  "Give your
new daddy a big hug, honey, OK?"

Trinity was not a small girl.  She stood approximately
five feet, ten inches tall and weighed about one hundred
thirty pounds, maybe a little less.  Her body, like the
bodies of every young lady present, was of course,
immaculate.  Trinity worked out regularly and kept
herself very fit and trim.  There wasn't an ounce of fat
anywhere that wasn't needed to soften a curve or fill in a
sharp angle.  Trinity was indeed a work of art.  Here
breasts were moderately sized and needed little support,
her tummy both flat and rounded at the same time in
that uncanny feminine manner.  Trinity had fairly broad
shoulders, a smooth, muscular back and nicely flared
hips.  Her waist was trim and narrow, her legs long and
beautifully shaped.  

It was Trinity's derriere that was her most enchanting feature.  Were she naked
and allowed it, standing behind her, one would be treated to a remarkable view of
the smooth, tanned skin of her back swelling toward you across two pronounced
dimples located over her pelvic crests on either side of her spine.  From there,
seeming to heave toward you, two utterly magnificent glowing golden globes of
surprisingly firm yet supple flesh bloomed.  Between these fantastic orbs lies a
haunting valley which beckons enchantingly to the beholder, calling to you to explore
its mysteries and treasures.  Need we say more?

Trinity instinctively tried to retreat away from the loathsome gorilla, and was
rewarded with a throbbing jab in her belly from the mounting device she was
attached to.  She turned her face away quickly as he crushed her cheek against his
barrel shaped chest.  Trinity could feel his course mat of body hair rasp beneath his
unlaundered shirt.  

"You sure are a pretty, young thing," Trinity heard his voice rumble against the side
of her head.  "Now give daddy a kiss, darlin'.  

The man moved faster than Trinity had expected.  Too late she found her face
gripped by one enormous hand.  Then his mouth was on hers, crushing her lips.  His
breath stank.  His tongue lapped back and forth across her lips, but Trinity refused
to allow him entry.  Gritting her teeth, she pressed her lips tightly together then
tried to shake her face free from his grasp.

"Now don't you be like that, little lady," he muttered just inches from her nose.  His
sour breath made Trinity feel like throwing up.  "You be a good girl," he said.  "I'm
your daddy now."

Then without warning he dropped his other big paw to Trinity's left breast and
squeezed.  When Trinity opened her mouth in an agonized groan, he made his
entrance.

His tongue darted across the insides of her lips then the backs of her teeth. 
Trinity moaned softly into his open mouth as he kneaded her firm flesh while his
tongue sought after hers inside the warm interior of her mouth.  

Trinity's thoughts escaped to images of her steady boyfriend whom she'd chosen
just three months ago.

Trinity hadn't been with very many men.  She felt she didn't have time for them. 
She was much too busy most of the time working toward her career in the
cosmetics fashion business.  Her good looks had opened several doors for her thus
far in her short time in the industry, and Trinity was quickly learning how best to
take advantage of this situation.  Unbeknownst to her steady boyfriend, she'd
recently made some suggestive flirtations toward one of her superiors.  Already the
older man treated Trinity more preferentially, no doubt fantasizing about spending
time with her alone.  Trinity reveled in her power over him, and had already
developed a plan of seduction guaranteed to move her up in the company.

If the truth be known, this wasn't Trinity's first act of sexual extortion.  Trinity
had a dirty, little secret, that so far she hadn't told to a soul.  And that secret was
that Trinity had lost her virginity in high school to her tenth grade algebra teacher,
Mr. Harris.  At the time she'd been vying for a position on the junior varsity
gymnastics squad, but because her math grades were so atrocious, she stood a very
good chance of being passed over for consideration for the team.  She'd noticed for
quite some time how in class Mr. Harris often looked her way.  Why on more than
one occasion while he gave a lecture explaining some dry algebraic formula, he
stared directly at Trinity.  At first it had made the young girl uncomfortable.  She
was concerned that her friends would notice and tease her unmercifully.  Then one
day, a new thought popped into Trinity's pretty head.  

Knowing she needed to do something to try to remedy the situation with her
mathematics scores, Trinity decided to perform a little experiment.  The next day in
Mr. Harris' class she sat at her usual desk so as not to look too obvious, but she sat
in her seat in such a way that when the hem of her skirt rode up one beautifully
shaped thigh, her teacher could not fail to notice.  When Mr. Harris at last looked
her way, his reaction was instantaneous.  His eyes suddenly became riveted to
Trinity, and he wasn't looking at her face either.  He was so distracted that he
actually bungled his lecture causing him to become even more flustered and
embarrassed.  Several of the other kids in the class snickered, not guessing the
source of his befuddlement.  But when Mr. Harris again looked at Trinity, this time
directly in the eye, the beautiful, blond teenager smiled at him knowingly.  Then
while she held him fixed in her gaze like a viper holds a sparrow, Trinity slowly
parted her knees beneath her desk.  The angle was just right so that only Mr.
Harris and no one else could see.  Trinity almost laughed out loud as the agitated
man licked his dry lips.  What Mr. Harris saw were the creamy white insides of two
immaculate thighs which disappeared invitingly into the dim reaches beneath
Trinity's plaid skirt.

Events escalated quickly following that morning, and it wasn't long afterward that
teacher and student met behind closed doors.  One certainly can't fault Mr. Harris
in any way.  He was faced with an enchantress of rare poise and beauty.  This is not
to say that he was utterly naive and unsuspecting.  To a certain degree, Mr. Harris
allowed himself to be seduced by the young girl, and all the while led her to believe
that she was calling the shots.  However, out of the experience, Trinity came away
feeling a new sense of power.  She'd found a new avenue to achieve that which she
desired.  She knew with a certainty that she could take anything she wanted from
any man, simply by offering him even the faintest hope of getting close to her.

As far as the actual sexual act was concerned, Trinity was unimpressed.  Granted,
her math teacher was no John Holmes, but he'd done what he could for the girl. 
Losing that which many young girls hold sacred, to Mr. Harris was no big deal for
Trinity either.  It stung a little at first, and then it was over.  Simply another means
of achieving an end.  One thing's for certain, Trinity's math grades improved.  She
made the gymnastics team and went on to become quite adept at agility routines,
and the parallel bars.  Once her position on the squad was secure, Trinity quickly
broke things off with Mr. Harris.  He was no longer needed.

Rick was different though.  He really didn't have anything that Trinity needed, he
was just nice to look at.  And more importantly, they made an attractive couple
which in turn made Trinity nicer to look at.  She also used her relationship with Rick
as a shield against unexpected or undesired advances by other males.  All in all, the
relationship was perfect for Trinity.  Rick provided her with the image she felt she
needed in the professional world, and she gave him what he felt he needed from
time to time, albeit, reluctantly more often than not.  In essence, Rick was a "boy
toy" for Trinity.

Their sex life was relatively tame, neither of them liking to experiment, and since it
happened so infrequently, on most occasions it was over almost before it started. 
Trinity didn't particularly care for foreplay, feeling that it merely prolonged the
inevitable.  And she wouldn't dream of attempting oral sex, though Rick had pleaded
with her on numerous occasions.  Hell, she didn't even really like to touch the damn
thing for that matter.  For all of her seemingly boundless physical beauty, Trinity
was a rather inexperience young woman in the ways of love.  All of her life she'd
been the one to choose, the one to lead.  Never had Trinity dreamed she'd ever be
out of control of her immediate future as far as her relationships with the opposite
sex were concerned.  In this regard, Trinity's life had already taken a drastic
change in direction. 

After what seemed to Trinity to be an endless period of time, the big man released
her.  He wiped the saliva off of his fat lips and jowls with the back of one hand. 
Trinity on the other hand was unable to do anything about the smear of spittle
which covered her cheeks, chin and nose.  She glared at her large tormentor trying
to put on a show of defiance, but her courage was flagging rapidly.  

Trinity and the other girls had been given some explicit instructions by their
abductors that they were expected to abide by with regards to their general
deportment as well as permissible reactions to the guests' attentions.  Trinity would
be allowed to resist their advances to a degree without fear of reprisal, but never
was she to strike or bight or in anyway attempt to do bodily harm to any of her new
partners.  She and the other girls were told in no uncertain terms that the
consequences for violating these house rules would be both swift and severe. 
Following this indoctrination lecture, as if to reinforce these terms and conditions,
Trinity and the others were raped several times.  

It had been a first for Trinity, being taken by a man forcibly and against her will. 
It had not been at all pleasant, but the rapes had served their purpose, in letting
these high strung young ladies know that their lives were now in the hands of
others, and that there was little they could do about it.

A sound caused Trinity to look to her left toward the young girl whom she'd heard
whimpering earlier.  She was completely naked now, and the bullish man who'd
chosen her for his plaything was in the process of removing her from her mount. 
Then he led her away in the direction of one of the private "Guest Rooms" where he
would no doubt have his way with her.

"Pretty little thing, ain't she," the grotesque man standing in front of Trinity said
lewdly.  "I almost picked her too," he commented almost wistfully.  Then when
Trinity refused to look at him, he grabbed her firmly by chin and cheeks and turned
her startled eyes to his.  "And to think if I had, I'd a missed out on you, little darlin'. 
Now wouldn't that have been a shame."  He chuckled at Trinity's expression of
repugnance.  "Now I know I ain't nothin' to look at, darlin', but I think you'll get used
to me in time.  Wadaya say we have a better look at you now, sweetheart.  I think
I'd like that a lot."  Without further delay he reached out and began to unfasten
the buttons of Trinity's dress.

She knew it was inevitable, but none the less, when the big man began to disrobe
her, it was both horrifying and sickening.  "Nnnnnno," Trinity moaned sadly when at
last he finished with the buttons.  Then spreading the soft lapels of her smock, the
man slipped it back over her athlete's shoulders and let it fall behind her where it
hung from her bound wrists.  Trinity felt a cutting wave of humiliation pass through
her as the horrible man stood briefly appraising her near nakedness.  

The dress hadn't provided much in the way of a defense, but it had covered the
dehumanizing sight of the pole which stood between her restrained legs, passing
through her panties and into her person.  

Trinity was completely helpless to prevent the man from proceeding.  She stood
impaled and powerless as the ugly individual unfastened the small brassiere she wore. 
It too soon slid over her elbows and joined her frock hanging at her wrists behind
her back.  Surprisingly, he eyed her exposed breasts only briefly before he
crouched down in front of her.  The effort involved with lowering his massive bulk
caused him to fart.  He was disgusting.  Trinity had little time to consider her
rapidly deteriorating situation before the man reached out with his big paws and
gingerly tore open the left side seam of her specialized panties.  Trinity felt the
cool room air on her skin as she was methodically exposed.  He opened the other
seam.  The cutout area in the center panel let the panties slide down the telescoping
center shaft of Trinity's presentation stand.  In a matter of moments, Trinity stood
naked and exposed.

"My, my, little darlin'," he exclaimed somewhat breathlessly as he studied his prize. 
"They do a nice job shaving you girls, don't they."  Then with a series of audible
grunts and groans, he labored up to a standing position.  Knowing that it was bound
to happen eventually did nothing to lessen the emotional blow when while looking her
directly in the eyes, the big ugly monster placed a hand between Trinity's legs,
touching her in that sacred place previously reserved only for a chosen few.

Following the example set by his Host Trinity's new friend separated his fingers
around the impaling mount and began to kneed her resilient outer labia, pressing the
firm rolls of flesh upward and inward against the hard rubber phallus.

"Does that rubber cock feel good inside my little girl," the horrid creature breathed
into Trinity's face as he touched her.  He then did something wholly unexpected.  He
placed his other big mitt in the small of Trinity's back.  Holding her between his
powerful hands, he began to move her pelvis slowly back and forth.  This had the
unpleasant effect of shifting Trinity's tender vaginal flesh on the impaling
apparatus.  He stared deep into her eyes and grinned, her discomfort unmistakable
and most enjoyable.  He leaned toward her to kiss her.  Trinity turned her face
quickly away.  He kissed her on the cheek then down her neck.  All the while he
continued to rock her slowly back and forth on her mount.  At the same time he
rubbed and palpated her supple flesh around the impaling hard rubber.

Trinity, like the other young beauties on display this morning had been artificially
lubricated to facilitate mounting, however, it is not unusual for a woman once
penetrated, even under duress, to begin to self-lubricate, given the proper
stimulation.  Trinity was no exception, and to her unending horror, her new friend
noticed her body's natural reaction to his attentions.

He leaned over and nibbled at Trinity's right nipple.  The dark pink nubbin quickly
became erect.  He shifted his attentions to the other breast.  He licked her other
nipple with just the tip of his tongue, once... twice.  He looked up at Trinity and
grinned mischievously.  He rubbed her pussy, his fingers now moist and slippery. 
With his teeth, he gently bit down on Trinity's nipple.  She trembled in his hands.  

After nibbling first one firm breast, then the other for what seemed like forever,
the horrid troll again looked up at Trinity.  "Little girl likes me.  I can tell."  He
winked at the distraught young woman .  "I know how to treat a girl right, darlin'. 
You'll see," he said.  Then suddenly he looked up.  "Hey, I wonder where everybody's
got off to?"  

Trinity followed his gaze around the big room.  Most of the dreadful instruments of
torture that her captors referred to as presentation stands now stood empty.  The
hard rubber phalluses stood around the perimeter of the hall like so many candles
on some gruesome birthday cake.  Remnants of clothing littered the floor around
several of the stands, their occupants having been escorted to more private
quarters with their chosen companions for the morning's activities.  Of the original
two dozen young women, only a handful now remained.  Trinity gazed around at
them, her expression one of sympathy, even pity.  They were all young and lovely. 
They were still clothed in the blue dresses they'd been issued, but Trinity knew with
a cold certainty that someone would soon be calling upon them to remove those
dresses.  Each would be examined then selected by a man like he might choose a ripe
cantaloupe.  

What Trinity witnessed from her somewhat unenviable position is the true
liberalization of the natural selection process.  All of the females present this
morning had over the past few weeks been methodically darted and collected. 
Culled from the general population for their physical comeliness alone to act as the
first ambassadors of their gender.  As mentioned earlier, the gentlemen invited
here for this gala grand opening were representative of society's less than
attractive segment.  Under ordinary circumstances there is little doubt that these
unfortunate gentlemen would most certainly be unmercifully spurned by these
"elite" females.  Today and from this time forward, however, for these men and
women the process by which sexual partners and mates are chosen would return to
the more traditional format wherein the male of the species takes a female or
females unto himself to keep or to share, to breed or simply to enjoy.

It was the hopes of the founders of the Facility that a few of the gentlemen
invited here today would wish to return to aid in the process of conditioning a fresh
new group of girls once they were acquired.  The young ladies who were currently
guests of the Facility would be released back into the population once their
demeanor was deemed suitable.  It was believed that following their stay at the
Facility, they will be less discriminating and far more liberal in their views about
relationships.  Only time will tell. 

Trinity was startled back to the present when she felt the rough hands of her own 
partner begin to travel over her body, touching, squeezing, stroking.  He stood by
her side now.  He hefted first one supple breast then the other, squeezing each
firm orb of flesh gently before sliding his calloused right hand slowly down her
tummy.  The big man kissed Trinity's shoulder as his fingers separated around hard
rubber.  His left hand worked its way down Trinity's strong back while the young
girl trembled under his touch.  He spread his big hand over Trinity's firm buttocks,
his large palm all but covering one golden cheek.

"You got a great ass, darlin'," he muttered as he began to squeeze and fondle back
there.  "It's why I picked you, you know," he said, smiling into Trinity's distressed
eyes when she looked his way.  "Your boyfriend like your ass, darlin'?  I know a
pretty thing like you has got to have at least one boyfriend," he murmured.  His
fingers slipped between Trinity's cheeks. 

Instantly Trinity's entire body went rigid.  She clamped her cheeks together as hard
as she could in an effort to resist the man's latest explorations.

"I'll bet you you're fuckin' some star athlete or lawyer or somethin', aren't ya
sweetheart," the man whispered from behind Trinity's left ear.  "Maybe playin' one
against the other.  Isn't that right, darlin'."

He worked his fingers deeper between those fabulous mounds.  Trinity moaned in
response.

"What's wrong, little darlin.  Didn't your pretty boy rock star teach you how to have
a good time back here?"  His middle finger found Trinity's puckered nethermost
portal.  She jerked once then froze when he put pressure against that never before
attempted entryway.  

He moved behind her now.  With his bear-like right arm wrapped around the young
girl he squeezed and kneaded the her full labia while he pulled Trinity's lithe body
back against his gelatinous, soft belly.  Then, with the middle finger of his left hand,
he entered Trinity dry to the first knuckle.

Trinity groaned miserably as the man wormed his horrible finger into her previously
unvisited anal passage.

"Shhhh, darlin," the man whispered.  "I might not look as good as that flashy lawyer
of yours, but I'm gonna show you things that you ain't never dreamed of."

"Nnnnnnnn... ugghh, Goddd..." Trinity groaned as his finger pushed in deeper.

"And you know what else, sweetheart?" he murmured.  "We're not goin' in any room
like the rest of 'em, no siree.  You and I are gonna have our fun right here so
everybody can see.  Besides, that rubber cock's gonna really feel good when mine
slides in right next door."

"No, please," Trinity heard herself plead.  She'd never begged for anything in her
life before.  It was thoroughly degrading.

"Now you just hush, little darlin," the big man said as he removed his finger from
Trinity's ass.  "Don't you fight me now, baby.  You know what happens if you fight
me," he said breathlessly.  He seemed to be in more of a hurry now.  He removed his
other hand from between Trinity's thighs and stepped back from the trembling
teenager who stood naked before him impaled on her stand.  

Trinity heard that dreaded and telltale "zippppp..." from behind her.  She jerked her
head around in time to see the fleshy log fall from the ogre's trousers beneath the
hair covered mass of his enormous belly.  Then he quickly unbuckled his pants and
pulled them down around his ankles.  Already his manhood had grown.  Trinity
obviously had never seen an obese man naked before.  For reasons unknown, she'd
always supposed they would have small penises invisible beneath their distended
bellies.  To the contrary, what Trinity saw pointing toward her was hardly invisible.

Taking his engine in one hand, the beast shuffled closer.  While Trinity stared in
growing horror, he suddenly produced a small tube of K/Y Jelly he'd obviously had
concealed on his person for just such an occasion.  "This'll make things go a lot
easier for us, darlin," he said in a conversational tone of voice as he squeezed a
generous amount of the clear lubricant onto his cock shaft.  "After all, we want you
to enjoy your first time, don't we," he said with a wink.  He then began to stroke his
cock, spreading the slippery substance evenly along its considerable length.  With
his other hand he took Trinity by her bound wrists.  Then a thought struck him. 
Releasing his manhood momentarily, he casually flipped the dress which hung from
Trinity's wrists up and over her right shoulder to get it out of his way.  "You're
gonna be seein' God real soon, darlin'," he chuckled wickedly as he pulled upward on
Trinity's hands, forcing her to bend forward at the waist.  

"No, wait... please, no.." Trinity whined.  Then she groaned bitterly as her weight
shifted forward causing her mount to stab at her vaginal depths.  "Noo, don't.  Oh
please..." she cried pitifully when she felt his hairy belly press against her backside. 
At the same time a hot, slippery nob slid upward between her buttocks, touching
her, hunting....  

"Hush, darlin'.  All I wanna hear from you is you crying "Oh daddy!"  You hear me,"
he growled as he pressed himself against Trinity's back door.  

Reflexively Trinity tried to stand up on her tiptoes in a futile effort to free herself
from her mount.  She pleaded with her partner one last time.  Then as often
happens when a female is entered, Trinity fell silent.  She felt herself begin to
stretch.  It started with a slight stinging sensation as her sphincter fought to
maintain her sanctity.  The sting was bearable but very uncomfortable.  Suddenly,
however, it was replaced by a gut wrenching cramping tumult of pain.  As Trinity fell
forward onto her vaginal mount, the big man not only became her lover, but he also
assumed the distinction of being her very first "back door man".

Once her sphincter fell to his assault, the big man's hairy thighs quickly met with
Trinity's firm buttocks, the lubricating jelly he'd applied to himself, providing him
with unimpeded access to her depths in one smooth thrust.

Continued in Part Four... SM