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 Five - by - The StoryMaster "Man you've certainly outdone yourself this time!" the Associate at the underground loading dock said to the Hunter-gatherer. "Where did you find her?" He stared into the open rear doors of the white van. His facial expression was undeniably one of appreciation. "Parking garage," the larger man answered unemotionally. Leaning into the back of the van, he grasped the young woman by her ankles and prepared to off load his catch. "Move that gurney closer, would you," he ordered. It was just after five o'clock, and he was impatient to get back on the streets. There was still a lot of good hunting this time of day. Joggers, late afternoon shoppers, pet walkers; they were his for the taking, and each one yielded him a substantial amount of money, not to mention the personal satisfaction he derived from a successful hunt. As the two men attempted to slide the young woman onto the rolling stretcher, her denim skirt managed to snag on the edge of the van's door frame, hoisting the blue cotton material up to her waist. "Holy, shit! Would you look at these!" the younger Associate exclaimed. "Those are some very sexy panties our little girl's wearing'." Both men paused to gaze at the tiny thong style panties, the waist band of which tightly spanned the young woman's prominent hip bones. In the very center of the thin piece of elastic was a small pink bow. Above this dainty bow was the softly tanned and well rounded tummy of a healthy young female. Below it, a small triangle of pale pink satin barely adequate to cover that treasure which all men sought. The wayward skirt popped loose from whatever it had caught upon ,and the two men where able at last to arrange the young lady onto the gurney for the short transport into the facilities' Prep Room. During the entire progression of being manhandled from the back of the van and onto the waiting stretcher, the young brunette had in no way attempted to resist. In fact, she hadn't moved a muscle. She was not unconscious, for her brown eyes were wide open. The younger Associate now took the opportunity to gaze into those shining chestnut pools as he murmured, "I'll bet you were wearing those sexy panties for a reason, weren't you sweetheart?" He smiled down at the girl on the cot. He knew she could hear every word he said. He knew she understood what he was saying, for he could see the recognition in her eyes. And the fear. "Sure you were. I'll bet dollars to doughnuts that you were goin' out tonight to find yourself a man and reel him in. Right, baby?" He loved to toy with them. It was one of the most rewarding parts of his job. "Well, not to worry, sweetheart. Your search is over. From now on, we're gonna be doing that for you." He then fell silent, staring down at her almost hungrily. The young woman's facial expressions, although slow to respond to her ever changing emotional state, none the less beautifully portrayed her confusion and apprehension. Strangely, she did nothing to combat the ungainly man when he then slid one arm beneath the small of her back. Lifting her beneath her slim waist, the Associate managed to raise the young girl's buttocks up enough so that he could smooth her skirt back down over her graceful thighs. Her body was not at all rigid, nor were her supple limbs limp like those of an unconscious person. Smiling down at her while he worked, the Associate expertly arranged the young woman's arms, placing her hands folded across her abdomen, where they remained rather than falling to her sides. "She got any ID?" he asked the Hunter-gatherer, who now busied himself with closing up the rear of his transport vehicle. "Probably in here," he replied, stooping to retrieve a small and stylish backpack from the concrete floor. "Well," he said conversationally. "She's all yours." He handed the backpack to the man beside the gurney who then placed it on top of the young lady's knees. "With any luck, I'll see you later tonight," the Hunter-gatherer said as he moved around to the driver's side of the van. "Good luck and good hunting," the Associate said, respectfully. The entire transfer had been handled completely professionally. The Associate watched for a moment as the white van pulled away from the platform and out through the concealed exit of the receiving area. Then with practiced efficiency he began to secure the wide restraint straps over the young woman's shoulders, hips and ankles. The restraints were in fact unnecessary due to the nature of the immobilizing agent the young woman had been given, but one couldn't be too careful in this line of work, the Associate knew. Ketamine was the drug of choice of the Hunter-gatherers for both the Youth Training Center and of his own employers. Widely used by procurers of large animal and primate specimens for zoos and other institutions, Ketamine was the ideal compound for their often "delicate" collection process. It was fast acting, easy to transport, delivery systems were diverse and uncomplicated, the effects could be quickly neutralized with a readily available antidote, and side effects and long term influences were minimal. Ketamine allowed the subject only limited voluntary muscle function, generally restricted to the facial and abdominal muscles as well as some internal musculature. The involuntary and sensory nervous systems were unaffected by the drug. Under the influence of Ketamine, the subject ordinarily remains conscious and cognitive, maintaining approximately eighty-five to ninety percent of her mental acuity level, but is unable to access that part of the voluntary nervous system which controls motor activity. Muscle and skin tone generally remains within acceptable tolerances, as do all glandular and reproductive functions. All in all, a more ideal compound to accommodate their needs has not, to date, been found. From the gurney, the lovely brunette gazed helplessly up at the man as he went about binding her. When, at last, he was satisfied with his handiwork, the Associate, still smiling, said to her. "OK, let's go inside and begin your new life, young lady." The two heavy stainless steel doors whispered open as the gurney bearing its lovely passenger was wheeled through. "Hsssssss...thump," they closed quietly behind. Mandy lay stunned and helpless on the padded gurney as she was rolled toward an uncertain future. As had been the case for more than an hour, she was totally unable to move a muscle in her body other than her eyes. Mandy blinked in the bright flourescent lighting as they proceeded down the silent hallway. Looking down toward her feet, Mandy gazed at the ominous figure who pushed her along. She could feel the vibration of the gurney wheels beneath her. She could hear the soft sounds of their passage. She could smell the strange, slightly antiseptic atmosphere of the mysterious Facility into which she'd been delivered. Although she was terrified, Mandy was relieved to be anywhere other than in the company of the ox of a man who'd abducted her. He'd treated her like a piece of merchandise. He'd touched her. He was horrible. Mandy shivered reflexively. Her involuntary muscles were fully functional. As she was rolled down the silent hallway, Mandy reflected upon the events of the past couple of hours in an effort to piece together exactly what had happened to her. Since he was so very talented at remaining undetected while stalking his prey, Mandy hadn't noticed the man following her through the crowded mall. She had finished her shopping at around four o'clock. Her last stop had been at Nordstrom where she'd purchased a new musk scented perfume. The provocative fragrance coupled with the extremely seductive undergarments she wore for the occasion, gave Mandy what she hoped would be the necessary "weaponry" she required to gain the upper hand in her conveniently developing relationship with her journalism professor, Hank Peters. As she rode the elevator down to the subterranean parking garage, Mandy looked at her wrist watch. She figured that she had just enough time to make it back to the Community College in time to "ambush" the older man. Her conscience occasionally nagged her annoyingly as thoughts of Jeff, her steady boyfriend of over a year, surfaced unbidden. Coldly, Mandy pushed them aside and concentrated on her planned rendezvous. "I've got to pass this class," she reminded herself. "And what Jeff doesn't know won't hurt him." It was a calculated move on her part, and for Mandy Evans, it would not be the first such maneuver. At eighteen and a half years of age, she was a very handsome young lady, and like most all attractive girls, Mandy had learned early on how to use her good looks to get what she wanted, in particular in her dealings with the opposite sex. Jeff was her first "meaningful relationship" as Mandy called it, however, beginning at age thirteen, Mandy Evans had engaged in several relationships of convenience. Most had been platonic in nature which was just fine with Mandy. She lived for those times when she could acquire what she wanted without having to give anything in return. Mandy Evans was an extremely parsimonious and self-absorbed young lady. However, two or three of her "conquests" had in time become more demanding, forcing Mandy to "put out". Even though she had by then begun her "meaningful relationship" with Jeff, Mandy had without compunction bestowed her charms upon a high school French teacher, a young salesman of BMW automobiles (Mandy now drove a white BMW convertible), and once, although she would never admit it to anyone, ever, her older brother, Kenneth. Mandy had a rationalization for each and every instance, and of course, she never told Jeff. Mandy had Jeff exactly where she wanted him. Jeff would do anything for her. Mandy unquestionably "wore the pants" in that family, and those pants were rarely lowered without a very good reason. Also there is little doubt that should the need arise, Mandy would dump Jeff without a second thought. "After all," she'd often thought. "Men are only here to be played with. They're all so stupid, and they only think with their dicks." As if to prove her point, Mandy had been acutely aware of the hungry gazes and longing stares of practically every man she'd passed during her shopping. Mandy Evans was indeed good looking. The pretty teenager stood five feet, six inches tall and weighed only one hundred pounds. Mandy's body, now at the peak of its development, was a work of art. Broad shoulders, small firm breasts graced with tight, dark nipples, slim waist, beautifully spreading hips, long, muscular legs. Mandy was every man's dream. Her face was equally captivating. Her high cheekbones, pert upturned nose and generous mouth were framed by long, dark hair, thick and luxurious. Her chestnut eyes were like deep pools, inviting you in for a swim. No one would guess that just below their surface lurked a shark, cunning and ruthless. The Hunter-gatherer who'd bagged Mandy Evans had no idea that he'd managed to capture the very essence of female arrogance and self-centeredness in this young beauty. Mandy Evans exhibited precisely the type of behavior that the creator of this Facility was determined to eradicate from the female population of the planet. The elevator doors opened, and Mandy stepped out into the dimly lit parking garage. The air was cool and smelled of petroleum saturated concrete. Mandy, lost in thoughts of her upcoming engagement with her college professor, never knew what hit her. Before she knew what was happening, Mandy found herself on her back in the rear of van. It all happened so fast. One second she'd been in the elevator, and the next, she was in the van with a strange man leaning over her. Mandy remembered feeling a slight sting, then she'd fallen onto the hard cement parking lot. Stunned, Mandy thought certainly the stranger who quickly appeared was there to help. "Odd that she couldn't talk," but Mandy was grateful, in a way, when the big man scooped her up effortlessly in his arms, and carried her toward the white van. Then things had gotten weird. Instead of helping her into the passenger seat or even the side door, the man carried Mandy to the rear of the van. She heard the keyless entry system go "thunk" as the doors unlocked. Mandy, at that point began to wonder what in the hell was going on. She tried again to say something, but all she was able to manage was a throaty croaking sound. The big man had ignored her anyway. He must have been extremely powerful, because to Mandy surprise, he was able to hold her with one arm while he opened the rear cargo doors with the other. Thankfully the big man was careful not to injure Mandy in the process of loading her into the big vehicle. Mandy recalled being surprised to find that the rear of the van was padded. Once Mandy was in, he quickly closed the rear doors. In the dim light of the van's interior, he knelt over her. "Welcome aboard," he whispered. Mandy squeaked. That sting happened again. It came from her right hip. Mandy gazed upward in confusion, noticing that the man held what appeared to be a tiny feathered dart in his big hand. "No reason to leave this in you. It's done its work already," he said then tucked the little projectile into his top shirt pocket. Mandy's facial expression described her bewilderment far better than words ever could. She tried once again to speak. "Save your energy, sweetheart. You're gonna need it later on," he said matter-of-factly as he proceeded to arrange Mandy's arms across her chest. "Don't bother trying to move or speak. You'll find that will be quite impossible. That little dart that I pulled out of your pretty rear end contained a drug that has rendered your motor nervous system inoperative for the time being, you see." He glanced at his wrist watch. "In a minute, you and I are going for a ride. For me, it's just another 'day at the office'." He paused to chuckle at his witticism. "For you, sweetheart, it's the beginning of a new way of life." He watched Mandy's eyes widen. "Do you understand me, baby? Are you with me?" he asked condescendingly. "Maybe we'd better check to be sure. Wadaya say?" Mandy had never been so utterly astonished in all of her eighteen years as when, with no warning what-so-ever, the big man had deftly slipped his hand under her skirt and into her panties in what seemed to her like one, fluid motion. Mandy lay stunned and helpless as he then proceeded to worm one finger into her very most guarded and private place. "There you are," the man said smiling down at her. "I see you in there." He began to rub her firmly. Mandy felt sick. "You're a pretty young lady," he murmured casually as he continued to handle Mandy. "I'm sure that my employers will find it easy to keep you occupied, my dear. You're gonna meet a lot of people and make a lot of new friends real soon, I can assure you." His horrid finger never stopped its explorations. "But in order to do that, my dear girl, you're going to have to learn how to make yourself wet." He chuckled at the loathing he saw flash in Mandy's brown eyes. "A pretty thing like you should stay wet all the time, and I promise you that my employers will show you how. But for now." The man didn't finish his sentence. Mandy was momentarily confused when he suddenly withdrew his hand from inside her panties. Then to her utter dismay, he slowly moved his hand toward her face, his middle finger extended. Mandy tried to turn her head away, but was, of course, unable to do so. She received the first whiff of her own musky scent just before his finger touched her lips. Mandy tried to clench her teeth together as a last line of defense, but all she was able to do was to purse her lips ever so slightly. A barely audible moan came from Mandy as the man parted her lips and then slipped his finger virtually unopposed into her mouth. Mandy's tummy heaved when she gagged. She tasted her tangy, salty essence on his finger as he quickly located and then began to stroke her tongue. "You have such a warm mouth, sweetheart." He swirled his finger around and around Mandy's tongue. She was powerless to stop him. "But like I said before. You're gonna have to learn to get yourself wet, 'cause you're gonna be using your pretty mouth for other things." Mandy closed her eyes. She was beyond being mortified. What this man was doing and saying to her was so debasing, that the teenager was shaken to the depths of her psyche. The man pulled his moistened finger from her mouth. Mandy opened her brown eyes and looked up at him with icy hatred. But unfortunately, all of her mental death wishes were dashed when with a smirk, the big man first flipped the front of Mandy's skirt up, exposing her panties. The very same panties that Mandy had worn expressly to entice and to lure. No luring would be necessary, however, that day or ever again for Mandy Evans. Mandy's stomach muscles flexed responsively when the big man's finger, wet with her own saliva slipped effortlessly between her plump outer labia. Although a part of Mandy's psyche screamed for her to close her eyes and shut out the wickedness and horror, inexplicably, she was unable to do so. Not because of the immobilizing drug, but rather as a result of the instinctive, albeit morbid, fascination she experienced from being handled against her will. As his finger explored deeper between her resilient lips, Mandy stared into his dark eyes. She'd been touched before, but this man's touch was somehow more invasive. He smiled down at her, recognizing her inward gaze as his finger tip found the small petals of Mandy's inner lips. Slowly his finger traveled over supple flesh, first up one side, caressing between her outer and inner labia, then over her clitoral hood and down the other side of Mandy's womanhood, arriving at last over her vaginal portal. He paused. Mandy looked directly into the black pits of his eyes. Whether she silently pled with him or subconsciously challenged him during that brief moment in time, neither would ever know for certain. If it was a plea, he ignored it. If it was a dare, the man called her on it. With a gradually widening smile, he pushed his long middle finger slowly into Mandy. As always, her expression was worth a thousand words. "My, my," he whispered. "We are a tight little girl. Aren't we, sweetheart." His second knuckle disappeared between soft folds. Mandy's eyes widened farther still. She blinked once, but was unable to tear her eyes from those of her defiler. Her cheeks puffed slightly and she exhaled sharply when he rotated his finger inside of her, deftly sampling her inner convolutions. Mandy instinctively clamped down on his finger. "Her internal musculature appears to be in tact and responsive," he noted. "That's it, sweetheart. Squeeze me real hard. I'll just bet the boys have a good time when they're with you. Am I right, honey?" he said gruffly. His finger went in deeper still. Mandy's lips parted slightly, exposing her prefect teeth. Her eyes began to appear almost glassy looking. He knew from experience that the teenager was shutting down on him. It is widely known that at some point when a female is taken forcibly, she will attempt to mentally and emotionally distance herself from the circumstances of her perceived misfortune. If, however, she is going to be successfully conditioned to full functionality, it is of paramount importance that she be "kept in the now". She must be trained to focus, to concentrate. His employers had several methods of dealing with this inevitability, but here in the transport van, he was at somewhat of a disadvantage. Besides, if he was going to have time to set up for the blond he'd been observing for the past two weeks, he would need to get a move on. "Well, my darling girl," he said in a disappointed tone of voice. "As much as I'd like to spend some quality time with you, I have work to do. Duty calls, you know," he chuckled good naturedly. While spoke, he slowly moved his middle finger in and out of Mandy. He was rewarded finally with a few sticky sounds which came from between the teenager's trim thighs. He was glad of the fact that he hadn't lost his touch. In so short a time, he'd managed to stimulate her enough to elicit a glandular reaction. The young teenager was getting wet for him. After two particularly loud, wet snapping sounds he slowly extracted his finger from inside of his latest catch. As he did, he noticed Mandy's hips drop downward almost imperceptibly. She'd been very close to instinctively humping his hand, he realized. "Another good sign," he noted. "This one will be very popular," he thought to himself. "OK," he said somewhat abruptly after a moment of silent reflection. He admired the sexy panties for another minute before smoothing her skirt down over her shapely legs. "Like I said, I've got work to do, so let's get you home," he continued. "Parting is such sweet sorrow," he murmured softly as he smiled down at Mandy. "I'll tell you what, sweetheart," he said with a strain as he shifted his bulk in the relatively cramped confines of the rear of the van. "I promise that I'll come and look in on you after a few weeks. That'll give you some time to adjust to your new life, and then maybe we can have some fun together. You'd like that, wouldn't you, baby," he said. He slid his hand under the hem of Mandy's denim skirt and squeezed her inner thigh. Mandy stared up at him blankly while he proceeded to fasten the transport's restraint belts across her shoulders and hips. She was beyond fear and even humiliation. Inside of Mandy Evans smoldered a hot rage. One that at that point in time she believed would never, could never be extinguished. They turned left and immediately another set of shining steel doors opened ahead of them. "Here we are," the man propelling the gurney said almost cheerfully. Unable to turn her head, Mandy's initial inspection of the room into which she'd just been ushered was restricted to that which she could see directly overhead and within the field of her peripheral vision. Judging from the lighting fixtures on the ceiling, Mandy guessed that she was in some kind of medical Facility. The Associate parked her gurney next to an examination table. She heard the door open then close. Footsteps approached. "Hi, Alan," her attendant said cheerfully to the unseen individual. "Good evening, Michael," the other replied. "Michael... Michael," Mandy thought to herself. She vowed to remember as many names as she possibly could so that when she escaped, she would have a list of names to give to the authorities. "This one just arrive?" the man named Alan asked in a conversational tone of voice. Mandy heard a drawer open, then some sounds of rummaging. The drawer closed. "Just ten minutes ago," Michael answered. "Top Gun brought her in." "I should have guessed," the other man said, at last stepping close enough so that Mandy could see him out of the corner of her eye. "He always bags the really good ones." He stood beside the gurney gazing down at Mandy for a moment. He was not an unattractive man, Mandy noticed. His features were rather plain. Mandy would not have sought him out were she given the choice, but he was the best she'd seen so far. The gorilla who'd kidnaped her had been thoroughly repulsive both in appearance and stature. The one named Michael was a mousey little man, bespectacled and poorly complected. Alan was quite simply, average in appearance with a face easily forgotten. "Give me a hand, and let's get her on the exam table, OK?" Alan asked the other Associate. "The sooner I finish prepping her, the sooner I can get home. God, I'm tired!" he commented wearily as he took Mandy under her arms. "Prepping?" Mandy wondered. She didn't like the sound of that. "No problem, guy," Michael said, trying to be suave. He quickly unfastened the restraint straps then carefully lifted Mandy's knees. "On my count," Alan said from over Mandy's head. "One..two..three." On the count of three, Mandy found herself lifted off the gurney and placed onto the cool surface of the examination table. "How are the wife and kids?" Alan asked Michael as he began to untie Mandy's running shoes. The pretty teenager could do nothing other than stare up at the big flood light over the table as she listened to the two men exchange small talk. Alan removed her right shoe and tossed it into a nearby receptacle. "They're just great," Michael replied as he pushed the gurney out of the way. It would not be needed for the immediate future. "Kevin, my oldest boy, just had a birthday last week," he added, returning to the side of the table. Mandy's other shoe went into the bin. "Really," Alan said. "How old is Kevin now?" He tugged the girl's socks off one at a time and added them to the clothing disposal receptacle. "He's nine now. Can you believe it?" "Nine years old," Alan commented, pausing in thought. "Good God, how time flies." Then, "Pretty feet," he added, patting Mandy's right foot affectionately. Then in a more professional tone of voice Alan asked, "Did she have any ID with her?" "Oh, yeah," Michael said. Walking over to the gurney he retrieved Mandy's backpack. "I almost forgot." He set the backpack on the surface of the table next to Mandy's shoulder, unfastened the snaps, reached in and started rummaging about. "I'll never understand how they find anything in these things," he said slightly exasperated after his unsuccessful initial search. "I know what you mean," Alan said as he made some notes on a clipboard. "Just dump it out. She won't be needing any of that stuff anymore anyway." Mandy heard a clattering above her head as her belongings were unceremoniously discharged from her backpack onto the metal surface of the table. More sounds of rummaging. "Ah, ha," she heard Alan say at last. "Here we go. All the way at the bottom, of course." He held up a small vinyl wallet. "Of course," Alan agreed. "Glad you found it, though." Then he added, "Personally I don't give a damn what their names are, but the boss seems to think it's important that the clients know the guests now. They've just recently requested that we put name tags on their collars when we put 'em out on display. Can you believe that?" "Sometimes there's just no accounting for the 'big wigs', I guess," Michael said as he unsnapped Mandy's wallet. Mandy felt a renewed sense of violation as she watched helplessly while the stranger rifled through the relatively private contents of her wallet. "Here's a driver's license," Michael said after a minute. He held up the laminated card. "Let's see here," he muttered under his breath. "Her name is Mandy Tilghman Evans." He glanced down at the teenager and smiled. "Welcome, Mandy," he said. Mandy here was born on August 6th, 1981. That makes her," he paused, counting on his fingers. "Eighteen years old, plus a couple of months. She's even legal," Michael said with a strange laugh. "Hey, what's this?" Michael then said as he pulled a small photograph from another slot in the billfold. "Oh, oh. It looks like our little girl's got herself a boyfriend." He held up Jeff's picture so his partner could see. "Is that right, Mandy, honey. Is this your only true love?" Unbelievably, Mandy felt herself blush hotly. Given the circumstances, she had to wonder why the man's reference to Jeff had caused her to become embarrassed. Perhaps it was residual guilt rearing its ugly head. "Man, look at her blush," Michael said with a laugh. He turned the photo over. "I love you, darling." the inscription read. "Signed Jeff." "Isn't that sweet," Michael said sarcastically. "Jeff loves you, sweetheart. Isn't that special." He grinned at the other man. Then leaning close enough to Mandy that she could actually smell his breath, he whispered, "Jeff's not going to be the only one who loves you Mandy, sweetheart. We're gonna make real sure that you're never lacking for a loving relationship ever again." He kissed her on the cheek. Mandy was rapidly becoming very apprehensive. The talk she was now hearing from these two men was beginning to really worry her. Alan, who'd stood by while his partner toyed with the teenager, spoke up at last. "OK, let's get back to the business at hand," he said good naturedly, but his impatience was only thinly veiled. "Let's have a better look at you, Miss Evans," he said, picking up a pair of EMT sheers. The first indication that circumstances were about to deteriorate came when Mandy felt the hem of her expensive, designer, denim skirt flutter against the tops of her thighs. Then she heard the first "snip". "What the?!?" Mandy thought as she tried to look downward in an effort to find out what was going on. The skirt moved once more, drawing tighter around her hips. "Snip..." The material became slack again. Then she felt the cold steel against the top of her right thigh. "Oh, no!" Mandy cried silently. "He's cutting my skirt!" At first it wasn't the fact that a stranger was attempting to cut away her clothing that caused immediate consternation in the young teenager. It was the fact that the man was ruining a very expensive skirt. Mandy felt the sheers slide beneath the waist of the skirt. The cold steel tips against her warm skin caused Mandy's stomach muscles to flex involuntarily. Wait'll you get a load of her panties, man," Michael said, causing Mandy to look his way. "I told her earlier that I bet she wore 'em for her boyfriend, but now, I don't know. Maybe she's foolin' around. You cheating on Jeff, honey?" Michael asked, leaning over Mandy. Mandy felt the blood flush into her cheeks and neck again. She looked up in time to see the knowing expression on Michael's face. "Was she that transparent?" Mandy wondered. "Snip..." Soft hands folded the ruined denim out of the way. Mandy felt the cool room air on her legs and hips. "I see what you mean," Alan said, admiring Mandy's provocative lingerie. "She's dressed to kill, that's for certain," he added. Without hesitation, Alan reached out and slipped three fingers under the thin elastic waist band of the tiny garment. Mandy's skin crawled when she felt the backs of his fingers brush against the soft curls of her pubic bush. After rubbing the satin between his fingers and thumb for several moments, Alan removed his hand. "Very pretty," he commented to no one in particular. Then looking up at Michael he asked, "Do you want the honors?" He extended the sheers in his friend's direction. "Sure," Michael said, excitedly. "But if you don't mind, I'm gonna start with her blouse." "What?" Mandy's mental voice exploded in disbelief. "It's silk, you idiot!" she thought, glaring in Michael's direction in an effort to communicate her disfavor. A soft whimper was all she could manage when the sheers cut through the collar of the blouse over her right shoulder. Then with a series of deliberate snips, Michael guided the sheers through the pale yellow silk like a hot knife through butter. Down the right sleeve he cut, at last slicing through the wide french cuff at Mandy's wrist. "You're a sharp dresser, Mandy," he commented as he started on the left sleeve. "I hope you'll like the dresses we've made for you. They're not as fancy as your street clothes, but they're far better suited to the activities you'll be engaging in during your stay with us." He smiled. He always smiled. The blouse had a row of mother of pearl buttons down the front, but Michael chose to cut instead. Before Michael began his final incision, he gently rubbed the backs of his fingers against Mandy's cheek. Her skin was very soft and warm. The gesture could easily have been mistaken for one of warmth or even sympathy. It was neither. Without further delay, he completed the destruction of Mandy's favorite silk blouse. Then after placing the sheers on the table next to Mandy's head, Michael folded the remnants of the expensive garment away from her arms and torso, pealing her like a ripe banana. The two men stood for several long minutes, silently admiring the enticing body of the young woman that their handiwork had brought to the light of day. "My, my, she certainly is a handsome young thing," Michael said somewhat hoarsely. "Indeed she is," Alan agreed. Then he continued more hurriedly, "Listen, Michael, I've got to get moving here. Let's finish up so I can prep her. You know how the boss wants 'em; smooth as a baby's butt." Mandy wondered what he meant by that. She would soon find out. "Yeah, I know," Michael said, picking up the sheers again. "I guess it's a personal thing. Me, I like a little fur." Alan nodded almost curtly. Mandy now lay in only a bra and panties under the combined gazes of the two strange men. Her legs had been spread slightly when she'd been placed on the exam table. As the cool room air wafted against the soft warmth of her inner thighs, Mandy felt very exposed. With all of her might, the young woman willed her legs to move together. Unexpectedly her left foot jerked. Mandy suddenly felt a spark of elation. "She was getting her feelings back. She might be able to get away after all, before something really bad happened," she cried excitedly in her thoughts. Then, just as suddenly, Mandy's hopes were dashed. "Oh, oh," Alan observed. "Her foot just moved. The Ketamine's wearing off." Looking at his partner, he said, "You finish her up, and I'll get a shot ready." As Alan moved out of Mandy's line of sight, Michael applied his trusty sheers to the narrow area between the cups of her bra. The elastic in the back caused the two soft cups to snap abruptly to the sides, instantly exposing Mandy's small, but shapely breasts, and causing them to jiggle suggestively. "God Dammit!" Mandy shrieked in her mind. "The bra unfastened right where he'd cut it!" Her brown eyes shot bolts of mental loathing at the man who'd reeked havoc upon her wardrobe. Unfortunately, Michael was not a telepath. "Snip... snip..." The shoulder straps were quickly severed. "How're you making out?" Alan called from the far side of the room. He held up a small hypodermic syringe, thumping it with his index finger. Then, he gently depressed the glass plunger, causing a tiny geyser of clear liquid to squirt from its sharp tip. "OK," Michael answered as he stepped to the foot of the table. "She's got great tits. Who's on her schedule first?" he asked. "I'm not sure," Alan replied. "Richard, I think." He walked back to the table. "Ah, Richard," Michael said approvingly. "She's gonna like Richard. Hell, maybe I'll stay late and watch. Their first time is always exciting to watch anyway. How about you?" "No, thanks," Alan said. " I have to get going right after we're finished here, but be my guest. Stay if you like." He placed the loaded syringe and a short length of surgical tubing into a nearby instrument tray. "Let's lose the sexy underwear, shall we." He held out his hand for the sheers. "Sheers," Michael said playfully as he slapped the scissors into Alan's hand like an operating room assistant. Two quick snips and Mandy's lustful lingerie joined the rest of her ruined clothing in the discard hopper. "You young ladies certainly make my job easier these days," Alan remarked gazing down at the narrow stipe of dark curls that graced only the very edges of Mandy's sumptuous labia majora. Although Mandy was fairly small boned, her hips were quite full and shapely. In keeping with her wide pelvis, Mandy Evans was also blessed with a broad and pronounced pubic arch. Her ample pubis mons also was adorned with a darling tuft of dark curls. Mandy's pubic hair was not course and wooly like that of most dark haired women. Alan soon discovered upon running his fingers through the dark fur during his initial inspection of Mandy's pubic area that the young beauty's curls were soft and even wispy in nature. Upon further examination, Alan also found that the flesh of Mandy's ample lips was firm and resilient, quickly regaining its mouth watering shape following palpation. During the course of his touching, the young lady's right leg had moved noticeably. It was definitely time for a second dose of Ketamine. After jotting down a few notes regarding Mandy's suitability for immediate service, Alan set his clipboard aside and retrieved the surgical elastic from the instrument tray. Mandy could feel her muscles begin to respond to her mental commands. She was so close to regaining control. Then she watched, thoroughly disheartened as Alan tied the elastic tourniquet around the biceps of her right arm. So close she was, but try as she might, Mandy was powerless to pull her arm away. Alan took her hand in his and worked her fingers into a fist. When he squeezed Mandy's fist, a dark purple vein rose in the crotch of her elbow. "Better hold her, just as a precaution," Alan said to Michael. The smaller man moved to his side and took Mandy's arm from him. Then while Michael held Mandy's small fist in his, Alan swabbed the intended injection site with an alcohol wipe. Alan noticed that the young girl's breathing rate had increased dramatically in the past minute or two. "Just relax, Miss Evans," he murmured as he picked up the glass syringe. "This'll only take a second" Mandy followed the shining needle with her eyes downward toward her tender skin. At the last minute she was compelled to close her eyes, however, for she could not bear the sight of blood. Even in the doctor's office, Mandy became light headed whenever she had to get an injection, in particular, an intravenous injection. There was an almost imperceptible prick. Alan watched the sharp needle penetrate his "patient's" pale skin. Next he felt an ever so slight resistance before the wall of her waiting vein fell to the hypo's assault. Once through the vein wall, Alan deftly advanced the inch long needle inward to its hilt. Then, holding the barrel of the syringe down against Mandy's forearm with one hand, he reached over and carefully unfastened the constricting elastic tourniquet. Once that was accomplished, Alan, using his finger tips, gingerly pulled back on the plunger. He smiled when he detected the tiny telltale plume of dark red blood which spurted into the barrel of the syringe, turning its once clear contents a rosy shade of pink. He was in. Then, without hesitation, Alan injected the entire contents of the hypo into his "patient's" circulatory system. The Ketamine dose was already on its way when Alan removed the needle from Mandy's arm and swabbed the area with alcohol once more. Mandy lay sickened and dismayed as she felt the tiny amount of control that she'd regained slip away. She could actually feel the circuits in her brain that controlled her movements shut down one by one. She had come so very close. Mandy heard the clippers start up only seconds before Alan lifted her left knee up then allowed her leg to fall to the side. Before he began, Alan moved around the table so that he could look directly into Mandy's eyes. "I am going to shave you now, my dear. My employer prefers that all of our Guests are kept clean shaven. You'll soon get used to it, I assure you," he explained. "When I'm finished with the shaving I will be administering our patented laser treatment." Seeing the fear in her eyes, Alan quickly explained. "Not to worry, Miss Evans. I give you my word. The procedure is completely painless. There are no side effects and no discomfort of any sort following the treatment. What will happen is the cold laser we use will disable the hair follicles in the areas we treat. In your case, your pubic area, your legs and your arm pits. Following the treatment, you will never be troubled by unwanted body hair again. Most of our guests quickly come to appreciate their new found freedom. I'm sure you will too." Having said his piece, Alan returned to the foot of the exam table and went to work. Alan first cleared away the largest areas of soft fur with the clipper comb attached. Then, using his thumbs, he carefully spread Mandy open so that he could shave her plump lips more closely. Mandy couldn't remember a time when she'd been so mortified. All the while that Alan was working between her thighs, Michael leaned over her, his face only inches from her own. He watched her face, her eyes, and occasionally he glanced downward to see her round tummy flex hard in response to Alan's attentions. Michael was thoroughly enjoying himself. He'd already made up his mind that he would stay to watch Richard introduce the young beauty to her new duties. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, Richard would allow him to participate. Michael had assisted with an initiation procedure on one other occasion and had longed to repeat the experience ever since. As an employee of the Facility, Michael was naturally entitled to spend time with any Guest or Guests he chose, and he had certainly taken advantage of this fringe benefit. But it was simply not the same. Much of the thrill was diminished once the girls were broken and conditioned. Oh, they still resisted the affections of the various Clients, but not like the first time. As he listened to the steady buzz of the clippers wielded skillfully by his fellow Associate, Michael's thoughts drifted to that time several months prior. Jodie Watson, her name was. Jodie at the time was fifteen, possibly sixteen years old. She was cute as a button with short blond hair that she wore in bangs. Her body was trim and fit with a couple of slightly boyish attributes such as rather broad shoulders, narrow hips and muscular thighs. Michael recalled how Jodie was almost flat chested. Once exposed, however, Michael found her small breasts to be highly sensitive to his touch, her nipples becoming firm and erect almost instantly. Jodie was a bit of a tomboy when she arrived at the Facility, and everyone knew she was an athlete. Later it was discovered that in her former life, Jodie was a championship swimmer. Jodie's inherent fitness and athletic abilities would later become one of the greatest assets. Jodie would go on to establish quite a reputation for herself at the Facility with regards to her stamina. Jodie, in one day, entertained eight lovers without flagging. She was always good for three or four. What was not widely know was that when she came to the Facility, Jodie Watson was a virgin. Michael doubted if he'd ever even seen a virgin before Jodie. Outwardly she looked like any other teenage girl, and Michael would never have know that she was untainted if Evan hadn't informed him. Evan held the job of Prep Associate at the time and had almost missed the telltale signs as well. He'd only noticed at the very last minute as he shaved the young blond. Spreading her narrow labia in order to shave her more closely, Evan spotted the tough little membrane winking at him. "Well, what have we here?" he chuckled. Looking toward the head of the exam table, Evan gazed into the fear filled blue eyes of the young girl. Laying the clippers aside, Evan murmured, "Have we been a good girl?" Carefully he probed Jodie's vaginal opening with a moistened finger. Meanwhile he kept his eyes locked onto those of his young subject. It would be her eyes that would let him know. All females experience a certain amount of fear and resentment at being handled by a stranger, particularly against her wishes. These emotions and others are invariably expressed in her eyes. In addition to these anticipated expressions the virgin female will also exhibit confusion, and often wonder and amazement when that sacred citadel is first compromised. Jodie had quite naturally been frightened by what was happening to her, but those competitive instincts she drew upon as a winning athlete eventually came forward. At first the defiance she expressed on her pretty oval face and in her clear blue eyes, tended to baffle Evan. But when his finger tip at last met with her guarding membrane, and Evan proceeded to apply a bit more pressure, Jodie's audacity and contempt flew out of the window to be quickly replaced by the familiar expressions of the vulnerable young female. Michael had happened by the Prep Room quite by accident that day. Normally his assignments and duties demanded that he be elsewhere. He'd walked in just seconds after Evan had made his discovery, and since the two men were friends, his fellow Associate had confided in Michael what he'd found. "A virgin, really?" Michael exclaimed. He moved to the side of the table where the lovely naked blond girl lay. Michael had instantly felt an attraction to Jodie. She had the kind of looks that don't attract every man, but she was, without a doubt, a handsome girl. "Hi there, sweetheart," Michael said to the teenager on the table. "Evan here tells me that you've been a good girl, that you've been saving yourself for that perfect man in your life, your very own Prince Charming. Is that right, honey?" He placed his hand softly on her flat tummy just below her belly button. He felt the muscles of her abdomen ripple beneath her smooth, warm skin. "You're very pretty, Jodie," Michael told the apprehensive girl. "I just know that your prince is near." He smiled warmly. Jodie stared up at him, her expression neutral and guarded. Soon after her laser treatments, Jodie Watson was deflowered. Michael had not been given the honors. Those duties were granted to an Associate by the name of Ward who was no longer with the Facility. Michael had been allowed to observe the event, however, and Ward even asked his assistance in arranging Jodie's thighs and calves in the support cradles which were designed to spread her for ease of entry and to properly align the vaginal passage to facilitate maximum penetration. Then Michael was invited by Ward to stand right beside the exam table and witness Jodie Watson on her special day. Michael recalled having difficulty trying to watch everything at once. He was torn between watching inch after inch of Ward's fleshy log vanish into young Jodie's supple sheath, and the thrilling medley of expressions which played across the teenager's lovely face as her Prince Charming led Jodie Watson on her journey into womanhood. Ward spent over an hour with Jodie that morning. He was a patient lover, and Michael was certain that the young girl experienced more than one orgasm as a result of his attentions. There was a little blood at first, but not nearly as much as Michael had expected. It can be difficult to determine when they are climaxing when they're still on Ketamine, since the immobilizing agent tended to mask many forms of motor reaction such as body language and of course vocal expression. Associates are therefore trained in other methods of detecting orgasm in their partners, such as a simple hand on the lower abdomen. Both vaginal and uterine spasms and contractions can easily be felt through the abdominal muscle groups which often flex and relax in synch with the internal musculature during orgasmic spasm. Michael knew that Ward had a reputation for consistency as well as skill. So when at last Ward allowed his partially flaccid penis to slide from within young Jodie, Michael felt certain that the experience would remain a memorable one for her. Earlier he'd watched closely when, due to her lack of experience, Jodie had been taken by surprise when Ward thrust his full length into her in preparation for insemination. Michael, on the other hand knew exactly what was about to occur. Keeping his eyes locked onto Jodie's flushed face, Michael saw Ward begin to tremble ever so slightly. When a minute later a soft exhale of breath escaped the man, Michael stared into Jodie's blue eyes now muzzy with induced ardor. Seconds later Jodie's eyes closed and then opened again, wide and staring in a kind of prolonged blink. Her expression began as one of surprise then rapidly evolved into confusion, then to astonishment. Then before his very eyes, Michael saw Jodie turn inward, probably for the first time in her young life. It was a marvelous thing to witness as outward stimuli lost priority. Jodie, no doubt was focused on the unfamiliar liquid heat that was spreading quickly throughout her lower abdomen. Michael witnessed the dawning of her understanding that she'd just been inseminated and quite possibly impregnated. He watched the initial shock of this revelation gradually soften into acceptance and submission. Jodie Watson had taken her first big step in the process of becoming a useful member of her new society. Ward was a busy man, and had to leave very soon after his duties with Jodie were completed, leaving Michael alone with the young girl. Her eyes were closed as Jodie rested in unbidden afterglow. Michael gazed down at her young body still shining with perspiration. Her face seemed to glow with that "freshly fucked look". Looking downward, Michael noticed that Jodie's inner thighs were still quite wet and remained a darker pink color probably as a result of Wards body hair rubbing against her fair skin during the height of their love making. Possibly because her legs were still held apart by the supporting cradles beneath her calves, Michael noticed that Jodie's narrow and now utterly hairless labia majora were still parted slightly. "Ward had certainly opened her up," Michael mused. He wondered what she felt like inside. It was at that very moment that Evan returned. He'd left to catch up on some paper work during the defloration. After all, even in his brief tenure with the Facility, Evan had witnessed at least three such episodes. His friend was obviously lost in thought, because Evan was able to walk right up beside Michael without getting any reaction what-so-ever from the small man. It was against policy, but Evan was a compassionate man, and he liked Michael. "Why don't you go ahead and have a turn with her," Evan said, startling his friend. "She's not scheduled again until early afternoon, so we'll have plenty of time to get her cleaned up." Michael turned to his friend in astonishment. "I don't know, Evan," he said. "You could get into big trouble." "Me?" Evan incredulously. "No way, man, and besides, no one will know. Who's gonna spill the beans? Not me," he said answering his own question. Nodding in Jodie's direction Evan said in jest, "And she's not gonna say anything." He grinned. "She'll be on Ketamine for another week or so, and by the end of that time, she'll probably be begging for it. Go ahead, man. Fuck her. She'll love it." Michael smiled sheepishly then looked over at young Jodie. "You don't think it'll hurt her, do you?" "Hurt her?" Evan smirked. "Hell, man, she's made for fucking. She's young and fresh and waiting for you. Just look at these little titties," Evan said, moving closer to the table. Without hesitation, he placed his hand one of Jodie's small breasts and began to rub. "Hell, her nipples are still hard. She wants you, man. I'm tellin' you. Take her, Michael. She can handle it, I promise you. Shit, she might as well get used to it. From now on, she's gonna have a whole lotta Prince Charmings in her life." It hadn't taken a lot a lot more convincing. Michael was already hot as a firecracker after watching Ward entertain the pretty ex-virgin. Then with Evan observing, Michael made love to the sexy blond. What Michael soon discovered, and what he could not have guessed from watching Jodie with a man, was that her lithe young body was as athletic on the inside as her outward appearance of fitness hinted at. Jodie's supple vaginal muscles reacted to his presence with incredible strength and agility, even though just minutes earlier another man's penis had sampled her charms. Jodie was well lubricated of course, allowing Michael to take her completely with each loving thrust. At first her facial expression was one of confusion. She had probably considered him to be a potential ally due to his close proximity during her encounter with Ward. But after fifteen minutes or so, Jodie's expression changed as she gradually became tuned to her body's impetus and accepted the fact that Michael was going to be her second lover of the day. Jodie had climaxed twice for him that morning and he had naturally returned the favor. In the end, Michael had cum hard into the pretty young blond, marking his place as Jodie's second lover and mingling his DNA with hers. "Hey, are you with me, Michael?" Alan asked. "Huh? What?" Michael stammered, returning to the present. "Where have you been, man?" I said watch your eyes. I'm getting ready to laser Miss Evans' legs. "OK, right. Sorry," Michael said as he averted his gaze. "Jeeze! He'd really been 'out there'." Looking down he noticed that Alan had already fitted Mandy with a protective visor. The laser was completely silent. The only way that Michael knew that Mandy Evans was being permanently relieved of all traces of body hair was the bright blue light which flickered off the walls of the Prep Room. Mandy, of course lay perfectly still while Alan skillfully guided the rapidly oscillating beam of bright blue light over every square inch of her right calf, then her thigh. Next he did the left leg. As the man had promised, Mandy felt nothing at all. The entire procedure took all of about fifteen minutes, and when it was completed, Mandy would never have to concern herself with bikini waxes or shaving again. Of course she would also have to spend the rest of her life with a pubic area totally denuded of its covering. Oddly, Mandy found herself wondering what her friends might say were they to catch her in the shower at the spa. Her musings were interrupted, however when Alan removed her eye shield. Smiling down at her, he said, "You're all done, little lady. Smooth as a baby's bottom, and a cleaner job you won't find anywhere," he boasted. To prove his point, Alan reached between Mandy's legs and cupped her smooth and supple flesh. "God! Mandy silently cried. What's with these guys? Are they all crazy or had she gone crazy herself? What kind of place was this where men felt perfectly justified in touching a woman whenever and where ever they pleased?" Mandy had no choice but to endure the man's manual attentions as in a proud voice, Alan announced while he rubbed her, "Soft as satin. You've got a really great pussy, Miss Evans. It's nice and plump, which is quite becoming on a slender girl such as yourself. I know that you will be a popular Guest here." While he chatted, Alan gently pinched first one resilient lip then the other. He always enjoyed a freshly shaved and lasered pussy. They were so wonderful to touch and to taste, but that would come later. Alan glanced at his wristwatch then began coiling the power cable attached to the hand held laser device. Mandy's first lover would be here soon. In a way, Alan envied the man. Gazing at Mandy's full vulva, he admired his work. Alan couldn't see a single strand of the former soft bush which used to cover Mandy. "She really was lovely down there," Alan thought wistfully as he gazed at Mandy's love connection. After a moment, Alan realized that Mandy had the pussy of a four year old only larger. Over the years, Alan had, had a few opportunities to work with younger girls, and he'd always admired the plumpness and resilience of their nubile outer lips. Here before him lay just such a pussy only on a grander scale. The lips were full and firm and met with not a single hint of protruding inner labia, a trait he personally didn't care for, but which seemed to be inevitable if a woman is well healed. Just then the doors hissed open. Alan looked up. "Richard," he said cheerfully. "Am I glad to see you." "Hi, Alan. Long day?" the dark haired man asked as he walked toward the exam table. "You can say that again!" Alan replied, the exhaustion clear in his voice. "Michael," Richard said extending his hand. "I haven't seen you in awhile. Where have you been hiding?" He all but ignored the naked teenager lying on the table in front of him. Michael took Richards offered hand and shook it good naturedly. "Been over at TYTC for the last few weeks, Rich. Appears they got a big group in as a special order and suddenly found themselves short of Handlers." "Yeah?" Richard asked. "So what did you think of TYTC anyway?" After a thoughtful pause, Michael answered, "It's OK, I suppose. Things are run a lot differently over there. Different philosophies, I guess," he shrugged. "We're both in practically the same line of work in our efforts to turn out properly conditioned Guests, but I think TYTC is more sales oriented, where we are more into the service end of things. Know what I mean?" "If you say so, man," Richard chuckled. He'd only been over to TYTC once, and then only to transfer a Guest. One of the Facility's Clients had become enamored with a particular Guest and wanted to purchase her. Since the Facility didn't deal with sales as Michael had alluded to, the young lady had been transferred to TYTC for some additional training prior to being placed into her new home. "Gentlemen, I do hate to interrupt," Alan interjected. "But I have got to get going." Looking down at Mandy, he continued. "Rich, this is Mandy Evans. Based on a cursory search of her belongings and a couple of telephone calls we've determined that Miss Evans is eighteen years of age and single. She appears to have a boyfriend by the name of Jeff. She drives a late model BMW convertible. She attends the local community college where we suspect she is attempting to seduce one of her professors, probably for a grade." He glanced at Richard and saw him nod his understanding. "Although she has not yet had a thorough physical examination, she appears to be healthy with good muscle tone. Teeth are good. You still with me?" Alan asked when he noticed Richard staring at Mandy. "Yup. Teeth are good," he said, smiling in Alan's direction. "I think that's about all," Alan said scratching his head. "I don't think that I've omitted anything. I just now finished her laser treatment so she should be all ready for you. We don't know whether or not she's on birth control, but we can deal with that tomorrow. She's gotta go over to TYTC for her Gyn exam, tomorrow around noon. They can check her out then. Any questions?" "I don't think so," Richard said good naturedly. "I think you covered everything important, and don't worry. Miss Evans and I are going to get along just fine. Aren't we, darlin'?" He dropped a hand to Mandy's left breast and gave her a playful squeeze. He smiled and winked at her when he recognized that look of abject hatred that all newcomers wore for several weeks. "Alrighty then," Alan said as he turned to leave. Then he stopped. "Damn, I almost forgot! Michael wants to stick around an watch the initiation. I told him it would probably be alright. You got any problems with that, Rich? Just say the word, man and we'll leave you two love birds alone." He nodded toward the table and its pretty occupant. "No problema, Alan," Richard assured his fellow Associate. "Now get outta here, would ya! Go home. Get some rest. Michael and I'll take good care of Miss Evans for you. Hell, you won't even recognize her in the morning. She'll be a changed girl." He squeezed Mandy's breast again. During the entire discourse, Mandy had listened carefully in an effort to learn anything at all about her immediate fate. She didn't like the barely veiled insinuations that the man named Richard had spoken of. "Take good care of her? Changed person?" Mandy was getting worried. If she only knew what was going to happen to her, perhaps she could somehow prepare herself. Then, much to Mandy's dismay, she found out, and preparation was out of the question. Richard was never one to mince words. He had a reputation for a "no nonsense" approach to practically everything he did. Richard was a large man, and like so many at the Facility, he was not all that attractive, physically. He looked like he might have been a remote descendant of Native American ancestry. Richard had very large hands. With one of those hands he continued to palpate Mandy's tender breast. He stared down at the lovely brunette. Richard definitely enjoyed initiation ceremonies. Whenever the opportunity arose, he always volunteered. He didn't care if the girl was a virgin or not, as long as she was attractive, which they all were at the Facility. There was something about sinking his penis deep into the body of one of these self-absorbed prima donnas, while she lay utterly powerless to stop him that really turned him on. While he continued to kneed Mandy's breasts with his powerful fingers, switching now from one to the other, occasionally pausing to pinch her nipples into erection, Richard allowed his eyes to travel down the lovely body. "God! what a pussy," he whispered, breathlessly. He was going to enjoy Mandy Evans. Mandy heard him mutter something and looked up at Richard questioningly. "Well, Miss Evans, or can I call you Mandy?" Richard said with a smile when their eyes met. "You probably don't know why you're here or what your future holds, and that's just fine." Mandy's expression darkened noticeably. "Put simply, Mandy, your life and your destiny are no longer in your control, nor are they likely to be again for the foreseeable future. How do you like them apples, sweetheart?" Richard paused, taking great enjoyment in the knowledge that the girl on the table was confused and fearful. "Good," he thought to himself. "Pay backs are hell!" He guessed correctly that Mandy had done her fair share of heart wrecking over the years. Now the tables were turned. "I can clue you in about your immediate future, Mandy," Richard said with a grin. "It goes something like this. In about two minutes Michael and I are gonna spread those long legs of yours and hang 'em in the cradles. Then, Mandy, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't see straight and then I'm going to fuck you some more. I don't care if you enjoy it or not. I don't care if you cum for me or not, but judging from that pretty plump shaved pussy of yours, baby, I feel pretty damn sure that I'm gonna enjoy you. And you can rest assured that I'm gonna cum sweetheart. I'm gonna cum way up inside of you, Mandy Evans. After tonight, there'll always be a little bit of me deep in your belly." He paused and gazed into the horror strickened face of his intended lover. Richard signed and continued, "Then, who knows. If there's time and I'm not tired of you, maybe I'll fuck you again. Maybe we'll go at it doggie style the second time. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mandy, baby? Yeah, I know you will. Then maybe Michael might like a turn with you, sweetheart. You wouldn't mind if Michael fucked you, would you, Mandy? You'll let Michael have a turn in that puffy pussy won't you? Sure you will." He paused again to catch his breath before going on. "So, that sounds like a pretty full schedule, don't you think. I'd say we better get started." Richard ignored the pleading in Mandy's brown eyes as he turned to his partner. "Give me a hand with her legs, will you, Mike?" In no time at all, the two men assembled the leg supports and positioned Mandy's calves in the fiberglass cradles. She was ready. "Mandy, honey, we're gonna have us a real good time now," Richard said as he dropped his trousers to the floor and stepped out of them. He wore no underwear. Just before he moved to the foot of the table and stepped between her legs, Mandy got a glimpse of Richard's manhood. What she saw caused her to gasp silently. What she saw was soft, but it was very big and dark in color. What she saw suddenly flopped against her thigh. It felt heavy and hot. Mandy knew it was pointless, but she vowed to resist him anyway. Her heart pounded in her chest. Richard began to slap his love engine against her resilient pussy lips, making it very difficult for Mandy to concentrate. She alternately squeezed then pushed, testing her muscles, her "defense forces". The slapping grew harder. Although she really didn't want to look, Mandy's curiosity eventually won out. She looked downward across her breasts and her tummy. What she saw caused her breath to catch in her throat. Richard stood between her thighs. Mandy could feel his hairy hips pressing against her tender skin. He held himself in his right hand. From Mandy's vantage point all she could see was the top of Richard's fist just below his fully erect, dark brown shaft which extended above her pubis mons. The meaty log was topped with a broad purple helmet. Mandy knew right then and there that her "defense forces" would be no match for this universal soldier. "OK, Mandy, darlin', let's just see what your made of," Richard said as he aimed the head of his manhood toward its target. He had to force his penis downward which caused him some discomfort. "How many times had he asked for a taller table or one that was adjustable," he thought as he pressed the bulbous purple head of his cock against the freshly shaved outer gates of Mandy's womanhood. Mandy's mind fluctuated wildly from black thoughts of dismay and resignation to white hot rage and overpowering thoughts of revenge. She was utterly outraged at her inability to do anything at all to stand up for herself. She couldn't even talk for Christ's sake. Now as the big stranger sought for an opening into her body with the massive head of his horrible penis, Mandy lay spread before him like some sort of carnal entre. "God, he's big!" she thought, feeling the heat of him bridge virtually the entire area between her inner thighs. Mandy tried to shift her hips, unsuccessfully, of course. Mandy had at one time allowed herself to be bedded by a rather sizeable man, and she'd found that by angling herself just so, she could lessen the pressure and pain associated with almost total involvement. This encounter was going to be entirely different. For the first time in her life, Mandy Evans was completely out of control and entirely helpless. Not only was she about to be raped, but it also appeared that the entire affair would be done on his terms. "Oh, yeah, Mandy, baby!" she heard Richard exclaim. "Oh, Jesus! He's a talker," Mandy thought in disgust. She hated noisy men who insisted on talking dirty to her. "You're pussy is so great, baby. I'm afraid you're a little dry, but you're just going to have to get used to that. We're not real big on foreplay around here." He began to hunt up and down between Mandy's thighs, the head of his penis crushing against her soft inner petals. Suddenly he stopped. He'd found her. "Mmmmm...." Mandy moaned. It was the only sound she could make. As the pressure mounted steadily, Mandy instinctively tried to re-align herself. Again she was thwarted by the Ketamine. Mandy lay completely paralyzed as the huge engine battered at the gates of her palace. Then just as the pain began to reach unacceptable levels, when Mandy was certain she'd be torn asunder down there, her defense forces fell, and she surrendered her gates. A moment later, Mandy Evans took Richard [whatever-his-name-was] as her lover. Continued in Part Six...