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 Six - by - The StoryMaster

"Good afternoon ladies."  The Host paused briefly.  "And gentlemen, of course," he
continued magnanimously.  He smiled a crooked little smile.  

The female members of his audience remained silent.  A few murmurs came from
the men standing behind them.

The Host gazed down the row of twenty-nine beautiful, young women.  "By now, you
no doubt realize that none of you will be attending the National Cheerleading
Competition.  A pity, and I'm sure you'll be missed," he said with mock sympathy. 
"On the other hand, I believe that the considerable talents that each of you will
soon demonstrate will serve as invaluable contributions to our noble cause."

This had to be the most ambitious project yet for the team of Hunter-gatherers in
the direct employ of the Facility, and as hoped, the collection process had gone
flawlessly.   During a scheduled stop for breakfast at the IHOP on East Marlow,
the bus driver was subdued in the restroom.  A Hunter-gatherer who looked very
much like him quickly donned the regular driver's uniform, who was left bound and
gagged in a locked bathroom stall.  Sitting in the driver's seat of the big charter
bus, the imposter driver looked on approvingly as the twenty-nine young ladies lined
up, climbed the boarding stairs and took their seats.  The attending chaperones,
were also taken in by his disguise.  One of them actually stood right beside him and
called off the roll, dutifully checking in each of her charges on the manifest.  After
pulling out of the parking lot, the bus headed west on Marlow Ave. in route to the
turnpike.  No one noticed, however, when the driver took an unscheduled right turn
on Third St.  Shortly afterward he donned his portable oxygen mask, reached down
beside his seat and opened the valve on the hidden canister of anesthetic gas.  The
fast acting compound was picked up by the bus' air conditioning system and quickly
dispersed throughout the cabin.  The unsuspecting passengers were unconscious
before they knew what had hit them.  

The Greyhound bus proved easier to conceal than anyone would have guessed.  The
bus with its precious cargo was driven to a warehouse which had been reconnoitered
months ago and had been determined to be ideal for the operation.  Once inside the
dilapidated building, the bus was quickly unloaded.  The four chaperones were bound,
gagged and left aboard, while the Chelsea Women's College Championship
Cheerleading Squad was carefully loaded into seven nondescript transport vans. 
Within minutes the vans were heading via several widely divergent routes, delivering
their cargo to a new life.

"I want to take this opportunity to welcome you to our family," the Host continued,
gazing from one lovely face to the next.  Each was filled with expressions ranging
from apprehension to outright hostility.  "It is unusual for us to welcome such a
large number of new Guests at one time, and as a result we have had to forgo some
of our regular induction and initiation programs.  On the other hand, I feel certain
that the gentlemen standing behind you will do everything in their power to make
your initiation into our fold a memorable one."  

He noticed expressions of puzzlement and confusion.  

"Let me take a moment to explain why it is you are here."  He paused in thought. 
"You ladies are about to begin a journey.  It will be a difficult one for many of you
at first, but eventually we know that you will succeed and even prosper.  My dears,
you are about to become representatives of a new order of Renaissance Female." 
He paused again for dramatic effect and to see what effect his words were having
upon his lovely audience.  "You should all be very proud," he continued.  "Through
your personal efforts and contributions, mankind will take one more small step
backwards."  He smiled at his witticism.  Then he held up a hand as if to fend off
questions.  "I use the word 'backward' only figuratively.  In reality, we at the
Facility are endeavoring to move forward toward a better, more natural way of life
with regards to the way our partners and mates are chosen."  

That statement caused some eyes to widen.  Some furtive, sidelong glances were
exchanged among a few of the members of the cheerleading squad.

He smiled, then continued in a casual tone of voice.  "For several generations now,
young girls have been carefully taught by their mothers who've been carefully
taught by their mothers just exactly how to 'land a man'.  They've been taught to
pick and choose.  They've been taught to deceive and to manipulate in order to pick
what they feel is a proper mate.  You young ladies have no doubt fallen prey to this
sort of indoctrination."  Again he paused.  "Each of you are the very embodiment of
the 'thoroughbred female'; the most attractive, the most charming, the most
seductive, and therefore, undoubtably the most cunning.  There is little doubt in my
mind that each and every one of you have, at one time or another, made the
conscious decision to dash the hopes and dreams of a perfectly suitable, but not
overly attractive potential suitor in exchange for the attentions of some dark-eyed
Adonis."  

He looked from one pair of beautiful, clear eyes to the next.

"I'm right, aren't I?" he said with a knowing smile.  Then clearing his throat, he
continued in a more professional tone of voice.  "I want you all to understand from
the beginning, that no one here blames you for the way you are.  We understand
that you are all products of your upbringing and of your environment.  Society has
placed you upon a pedestal as the alpha-female, untouchable and unobtainable.  We,
at the Facility, offer you a means whereby you can amend society's indiscretions. 
The conditioning we shall provide you with will enable each of you to make a
meaningful contribution toward a more equitable system of procreation, a more
natural selection process, if you will."  After one final pause he said, "So, with no
further ado, let's get started, shall we?"  Moving from behind the lectern, he walked
toward a drop dead, gorgeous blond positioned in the center of the row of
apprehensive, young women.  Behind the blond stood a tall, rather brutish middle-
aged gentleman.  Stepping directly in front of the distressed girl, the Host looked
to his left then to his right saying, "You may begin, gentlemen."  Then turning his
attentions to the pretty blond he said, "And how are you
this afternoon, young lady?"

Darcy was very frightened.  They were all obviously in the
hands of a mad man.  She was determined, though, not to
let her fear show as she gazed defiantly back into the
dark eyes of the one she assumed was the leader of this
asylum.  The man standing behind her cleared his throat.

Although things looked rather bleak at this point in time,
Darcy felt if she could maintain a posture of confidence,
that sooner or later an opportunity would arise in which
she might gain the advantage.  "After all," she thought. 
"He's just a man; a homely one at that, and men are all malleable."  She'd certainly
used her charms on more than one occasion in her life to get what she wanted. 
With an air of determination, Darcy awaited her fate.

"You are very lovely, my dear," the Host said.  Unexpectedly he reached out and
stroked Darcy's cheek with the backs of his fingers.  She jerked away reflexively. 
The man behind her put his hands on her shoulders in an effort to restrain her. 
Darcy twisted her body suddenly, and although her wrists were bound to the back
of her neck, she managed to catch the large man unawares with her right elbow to
the side of his jaw.  He grunted in surprise.

After regaining his composure, "You'll pay for that, sweet cakes!" he growled from
just behind Darcy's ear.

"Patience, my good friend.  Patience," the Host cautioned.  "You two will have plenty
of time to get to know one another in a short while.

Darcy heard a squeal from somewhere to her left.  She turned quickly and looked
down the row of captive young women.  "My poor friends," Darcy thought, her heart
going out to her teammates.  "How did this ever happen?" she asked herself.  She
felt the Host's hand on her face again.  "Mmoh!" Darcy moaned through the piece of
surgical tape that covered her lips.  Her head snapped around, and she shot daggers
out of her brown eyes in the direction of her assailant.  The man simply smiled back
at her.  It was thoroughly enraging.  

More muffled squeals...

Stan was a return Client.  He stood behind his intended, waiting patiently while the
host finished his orientation speech.  He gazed lustfully at the shining tumult of
chestnut hair that cascaded down her back, then at her slim waist and lovely,
spreading hips.  Soon she would be his. 

To Darcy's left and to her right the Clients stepped from behind their respective
partners.  Sheers were produced, and the men began to unwrap their prizes.  The
girls began to squirm and squeal.  Some twisted their supple bodies, attempting to
thwart the efforts of their male companions.  Muffled shrieks accompanied the
ripping sounds of clothing being torn asunder.

The members of the Chelsea Women's College Championship Cheerleading Squad had
not been prepared in the usual manner.  Indeed, none of them had been touched at
all until now.  The girls had not been wearing their teem uniforms at the time of
their abduction, so they were all still dressed in their "street clothes".  The
uniforms, however, had been retrieved by a thoughtful Associate who'd felt they
might be useful at a later time.

Twenty-nine heavy steel mounting bases stood in a row in the Great Hall of the
Facility.  To each, a young woman was attached by her ankles with leather restraint
cuffs, effectively spreading her legs to just beyond shoulder width.  In the center
of the mounting bases was a socket into which a vertical center strut could be
placed.  The specialized struts could then be fitted with a variety of appliances
designed for vaginal and/or anal insertion.  Today, however, the struts were being
omitted in favor of a new concept that was the brain child of one of the more
technically minded Associates currently in the employ of the Facility.  This clever
individual realized that with her feet restrained at the ankles, the simple addition of
two-part splints to immobilize the knee joints would render the occupant of the
mount virtually powerless to escape.  A female, so restrained could twist her body
within limits, and she could bend at the waist.  She could not, however, kneel or fall
down without running the risk of breaking both of her ankles.  All that remained was
to restrain the upper extremities.  This was also accomplished quite efficiently.  A
wide, nylon collar covered with black velvet for esthetic purposes was placed around
the neck of each young lady.  Her wrists were then attached to a stainless steel
ring on the collar at the back of her neck.  Everyone was most pleased to see just
how simple this form of restraint really was.  Using this method the Guests could be
restrained effectively, and the system had the additional advantage over the old-
style vaginal mounts in that it freed up both of her openings.

Stan grinned at the struggling teenager.  She'd just missed elbowing him in the face. 
He'd been warned that the new restraint system had its inherent liabilities.  On the
other hand, the increased access that the splint system afforded, more than made
up for its few shortcomings.  Stan enjoyed a fight anyway.  The girl's dark eyes
flashed with white hot rage when he tugged the tails of her blouse out of her tight
jeans.  He ducked another attempted blow when she twisted sharply to the right. 
She was definitely a scrapper.

"Uuuhhh... Oooo... [Fuck You]!" she shrieked from behind the tape over her mouth.

"Now you be nice, sweetheart.  You and I are gonna be real good friends real soon,"
Stan said as he yanked the tails of the bouse violently apart, causing a staccato of
pearl buttons to rain down on the floor. 

She looked to be around eighteen years old, maybe nineteen.  Stan had immediately
been drawn to her, mostly because of her long, shining hair, and she, like all of the
other twenty-eight members of the Chelsea Women's College Championship
Cheerleading Squad was graced with stunning good looks.  In addition, she was
extremely strong, and put up a commendable fight given the circumstances.  She no
doubt got a lot of regular exercise.  

Stan wondered what her name might be as he fought with her in an effort to
unfasten her brassiere.  

The Host had promised that the girls' names would be revealed just as soon as the
staff could sort through their belongings and compare identification documents with
the charter company's passenger manifest.  

The two stubborn hooks between the cups of the brassiere let go at last, and Stan
found himself staring at two utterly magnificent breasts.  They were full and firm
and perfectly shaped ,and they bobbed and shook enticingly as she continued to
struggled.  

"These jeans are gonna be a little harder," Stan muttered.  Then looking up at the
unhappy girl he murmured, "Unless, that is, you think you might want to cooperate a
little bit, sweetheart.  Stan'll make things real nice for you, if you're a good girl,  you
know."  He grinned lewdly.  Her brown eyes practically vibrated with hostility as she
stared directly into Stan's eyes.  She appeared to be momentarily paralyzed with
rage.  Stan seized the opportunity to ram both hands into the front of her designer
jeans.  Then with what proved to be a highly effective move, Stan simultaneously
twisted and pulled causing the tenacious top button to let go.  His brown eyed girl
was too astounded to react in time, and Stan was able to shuck the black denim over
her sumptuous hips and down to the knee splints.  

The girl shrieked once again when Stan went to work on the jeans with a pair of
EMT shears.  'They always hate it when you cut their clothes,' Stan thought as he
quickly reduced the expensive jeans to tatters.  He was pleased to find how easily
he was able to remove the two pieces of her pant legs that remained beneath the
splints.  It was a very promising restraint system, indeed.

The girl continued to wrench her torso violently from side to side, and with each
twist, Stan was forced to duck beneath her flying elbows.  "Easy, baby," he
chuckled as he began to cut away the girl's blouse.  "You're gonna want to save some
of that energy for later on."  The bra straps fell next to his scissors and soon the
young beauty stood before Stan wearing nothing but a pair of white panties.

As a rule, the Host never fraternized with the Guests while they were on display. 
On occasion he would take a young lady who happened to strike his fancy to his
private quarters where he would get to know her.  This afternoon, however, he had
been drawn to the lovely blond on the center mount with an almost magnetic
intensity.  "She is indeed extraordinary.  Her eyes are like pools of liquid bronze,"
the Host thought to himself as he gazed into the widely staring windows to her soul. 
He could see the fear in her eyes.  He could also see the courage and the
confidence.  "This one will take a lot of work and a lot of time," he remarked to
himself.  "But then, we have all the time in the world."  

He knew that the girls would never be located.  His operation was flawless, his
security impenetrable.  No traces of the abduction had been left.  The Chelsea
Women's College Championship Cheerleading Squad would not be seen again until he
was ready to release them back into society, but that would be months from now,
depending on how quickly the young ladies acclimated to their new responsibilities.

Darcy's confidence was being sorely taxed.   All around her came the sounds of her
teammates in distress, and still the horrible man stared at her in silence.  To her
right Darcy heard Jill Prescott, one of her best friends, wail pitifully through taped
lips.  Her cry was soon followed by the rhythmic slapping sound of flesh against
flesh.  Without looking, Darcy knew that Jill was being raped where she stood.

Without removing his gaze from hers, the man in charge smiled and said, "It looks
like one of your teammates has made a new friend."  He saw the pupils of her brown
eyes contract to pin pricks.  He'd struck a nerve.  "Go ahead, my dear," he cooed. 
"Take a look.  I know you want to.  Go on, have a look.  Your friend won't mind, I
assure you.  She's, ahhh, shall we say, preoccupied at the moment anyway."  He
grinned wickedly.  

Darcy felt sick to her stomach.  The entire room now resounded with muted groans
and squeals accompanied from time to time by the complimentary remarks of the
girls' new found soul mates.  The Host continued to stare at her.  As Darcy
steadfastly returned his gaze, she fought with the urge to look in Jill's direction. 
Then from her right, Darcy heard a long, low groan.  The fleshy slapping stopped
abruptly.  Darcy couldn't stand it any longer.  She had to look.

The man with Jill was tall, perhaps six and a half feet.  He was pale and thin and had
huge hands.  Just as Darcy turned her head the tall man reached under her friend's
arms and grasped her smallish breasts in his frog-like hands.  While Darcy looked on
in horror, the tall man pulled her friend's graceful body back against his chest. 
Then, as he bent his knees, Darcy witnessed several inches of thin, white penile
shaft come into view from between Jill's shapely buttocks.  It glistened with
moisture.  The man with Jill murmured into her friend's ear loudly enough that
Darcy could plainly hear him say, "That's my girl.  I knew you'd like it.  Cum for me
now, baby.  Cum for me."  He straightened his long legs and Darcy watched the pale
shaft disappear as he re-established himself inside of her best friend.  

It was then that Darcy really noticed Jill's appearance.  Her blue eyes were open,
but her gaze seemed unfocused.  The otherwise milky, white skin of Jill's shoulders
and neck were flushed a rosy shade of pink.  Darcy saw the muscles of the man's
skinny ass flex.  Jill's eyes opened wider still and her nostrils flared.  Darcy
watched the man's butt muscles flex and relax slowly, again and again.  Meanwhile he
kneaded Jill's breasts rhythmically with his big amphibian hands.  Bending his head,
he nibbled at the pretty girl's slim neck and whispered into her ear, but Darcy
couldn't make out what he was saying anymore.  

Darcy was astounded when Jill slowly leaned her head back against her rapist's left
shoulder.  "Oh, my God!  No, Jillie!" Darcy's mind cried when she saw her friend's
supple hips begin to rock slowly from side to side.

Jillian Prescott had always been the quiet, demure type, but as Darcy looked on in
disbelief, the pretty blond began to react to her lover's attentions.  Suddenly Jill
slammed her head back against the man's pale chest.  At the same time Darcy saw
her shapely rear end press back hard against her lover's skinny thighs.  Her body
stiffened, and she started to tremble noticeably.

"Oh, Jillie," Darcy cried silently as she watched her friend have her first obvious
orgasm.  Again, Darcy felt sick, but just as she was about to look away, the tall man
caught her eye and winked.  Darcy was mortified.  "How could her friend react in
such a manner?"  Darcy felt hope slip a little farther away.

When, after a moment, Darcy looked back in his direction, the Host was still staring
at her, his expression thoughtful.  At last he spoke.

"You're puzzled by your friend's unexpected reaction to Alan's attentions?" he
stated rhetorically, as if he could read her mind.  Darcy lowered her gaze, but
quickly looked back up.  

"She had to be strong!" Darcy reminded herself.

"It's not at all unusual for a young woman to enter into a relationship unwillingly in
the beginning only to become a participant in the end," he explained.  "We see it
time and time again here at the Facility.  It's quite instinctive, you see."  He paused
and stared into Darcy's brown eyes.  "No modern day, socially conditioned woman
would ever admit nor wish to believe that given the proper stimulation for the right
amount of time, she will eventually climax no matter the circumstances of her
coupling."

Darcy was outraged by what she heard.  It was the old myth about women who are
raped secretly enjoying it.  It was nothing more than a sick male fantasy, Darcy
knew.  "And yet?" she reluctantly had to admit that not moments ago, one of her
very best friends, a girl Darcy thought she knew so well, had experienced a
powerful orgasm at the hands of an attacker.  The thought was very unsettling.

"As a matter of fact, young lady, just look around you.  It is this fact upon which we
base our entire program of conditioning; that all women will inevitably succumb to
sexual excitation if the proper approach is utilized."  The man beamed
magnanimously.  

Darcy looked slowly around the horrid chamber.  A cold chill ran down her spine
when she realized that she was the only member of her squad who was not
currently entertaining a man.  Farther down the row to Darcy's right, a girl with long
chestnut hair was bent over at the waist.  It was Karen Mills.  The man behind her
was slamming himself into the defenseless girl unmercifully.  Darcy noticed a pool of
vomit on the floor in front of poor Karen.  To Darcy's left a tremendously large and
hairy man was having his way with Erin Wilder.  

Erin was a tall, slender girl of twenty.  She had long, practically jet black hair, pale
white skin and the most incredible flashing, emerald green eyes.  "Poor Erin," Darcy
thought.  The girl was engaged to be married to a wealthy, young money manager,
but Erin's fianc‚ would simply have to wait his turn as her current lover had other
plans for the winsome girl.  The huge man stood in front of the slim, green eyed
beauty, his body pressed tightly against hers, belly to belly, and as Darcy looked on
in disgust, his tree trunk thighs flexed rhythmically.  With one hand spread across
Erin's bottom, he held her against his groin, while with his other big paw, he grasped
the ring at the back of the collar around her neck, forcing the unfortunate girl to
look him in the eye while he made love to her.  A barely noticeable trickle of pinkish
fluid ran down the inside of the girl's left thigh.  Erin Wilder had been saving
herself for her husband to be.

"As you can see," the Host said, interrupting Darcy's dark thoughts.  "All of your
teammates are being well taken care of."  He paused.  Darcy looked at him and
instantly noticed the change in his demeanor.  His previously accommodating
mannerisms had become more "business-like".  Darcy gazed at him apprehensively.  

"As a rule, I don't fraternize with the Guests," he said matter-of-factly.  At the
same time he reached for Darcy.  Keeping his dark eyes locked to her's the man
began to unbutton her pale, blue linen blouse.  Darcy resisted the urge to shrink
away from him.  She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear.  In
addition, she felt the monster standing behind her move closer, pressing his body
against hers.  "From time to time, however, a special young lady will catch my eye,"
the man explained.  Darcy felt the sickening warmth of his fingers against the
smooth skin of her tummy as he unfastened the last button.  "You are such a girl,
my dear."  He stared into Darcy's deep brown eyes as he deftly parted the blouse,
exposing her brassiere.  She shivered slightly when the cool room air struck the bare
skin of her chest and belly.  "Excellent," he thought to himself.  "She didn't resist. 
She has remarkable self-control."  He looked forward to their battle of wills and to
Darcy's inevitable fall.  

Darcy steeled herself when he reached for her bra.  It took every bit of her will
power to resist the "fight or flight" reflex.  As his finger tips slipped behind her
brassiere and between the two soft cups which supported her luscious breasts, she
stared into his eyes.  Mentally she castrated the man over and over again.  The cups
of the brassiere fell to the side.

"Mmmmm!" Darcy moaned reflexively when he first touched her.  She searched his
face for any signs of compassion as his fingers began to knead her breasts.  Darcy
winced slightly when he pinched her nipples experimentally.

"Very nice," he remarked.  "I'm sure that these have opened a few doors for you, my
dear."  He winked at Darcy.  He busied himself with her breasts for another minute
or two then looking past the captive young woman he said to the man behind her, "I
hope you don't mind if I indulge myself for awhile.  I won't be long, I promise."

The man had been feeling a bit left out.  Looking around he too noticed that all of
the other Clients were enjoying the charms of the captive audience.  He was
tremendously excited by the gorgeous blond who stood before him.  His entire life
he'd fantasized about being with a girl like this, and now he was so close he could
taste it.  "I suppose I can wait a little longer," he resolved, then nodded his consent
to his Host.

Returning his gaze to his quarry, the Host released Darcy's shapely breasts and
dropped his hands to her waist.  "You don't see wrap around skirts that much any
more," he commented nonchalantly as he fumbled at Darcy's left hip for the hidden
catch.  "An excellent design, I've always thought.  So easy to remove."  His smile
was very disturbing.  The skirt fell to the floor.  "Oh my goodness, gracious, my
dear girl!" the Host said hoarsely as he stopped to admire his handiwork.  "You
certainly are a beauty.  I'm sure that many a good man has fallen prey to you, my
dear."  Then as a second thought he added, "But your days of seduction are over,
young lady."

Darcy felt like a slut, standing there in nothing but her panties.  It was
tremendously humiliating.  Her blouse and brassiere hung open from her shoulders,
but that wasn't what held her captor's attention at the moment.  Darcy felt a blush
rise unbidden as the Host stared unabashedly at her crotch.  Behind the thin cotton
panel of her Jockey Brand panties rose a most enticing mound.  Darcy knew that her
pussy was pleasing to look at.  On those occasions when she'd made a bad choice and
ended up with a man who liked to talk dirty to her, she'd received numerous
unwanted compliments.

Darcy's mind briefly wandered away from the horror she faced.  Considering the
predicament she and her friends were in, Darcy thought that she was handling
herself pretty well.  So far she'd met her attacker's' advances with poise and
determination.  In spite of her situation, Darcy felt she was putting on a good face
for womanhood in general.

It was then that the Host slid his hand into her panties.  Instantly Darcy's bold,
"Joan of Ark" facade crumbled to be replaced by the vulnerable little girl, and much
to her chagrin, she knew that her abductor knew as well.

In fact, as if to remove all doubt, he smiled and said, "There's my little girl.  I knew
she was in there."

There is something about being handled against her will that most females find
difficult to deal with at first.  Darcy was no exception, and although she had bravely
endured his advances until now, she now found herself jerking her hips back
abruptly in an effort to escape the Host's attentions.  It didn't take Darcy long to
realize just how effective the restraint system that bound her really was.  The
knee splints allowed her only limited motion, and with her feet held in place, the
Host was easily able to follow Darcy's attempts to escape.  The big man behind her
also pressed his groin against her firm buttocks, further hindering her movement.

The Host quickly discovered that Darcy was marvelously firm and resilient beneath
a seemingly sparse covering of tight curls.  At times he did enjoy the feel of a soft
pubic bush against his palm, but for the most part he preferred his young ladies
shaved.  They were so much easier to keep clean that way, for one thing.  He slipped
a finger between Darcy's ample labia majora.  She squealed from behind the tape. 
When he looked into her eyes, icy loathing was plainly visible.  The Host also saw the
first glimmer of the Inward Stare as Darcy followed the progress of his probing
digit with her mind's eye.  

There was little doubt that the Host knew just where to touch a girl.  Darcy
squirmed, desperately trying to hinder his examination of her most intimate flesh. 
She tried to clamp her knees together, but of course the restraint system
prevented her from doing so.  

"Mmmmmmm..." she moaned helplessly as the man continued to explore between her
trembling thighs.  Her whimpering cry got his attention.

"There, there," the Host cooed condescendingly.  "What happened to that brave
young woman who was here just a minute ago?"   He chuckled as he rubbed Darcy
rhythmically.  "I told you, the little girl always comes out in the end."  He gazed into
Darcy's eyes while with his middle finger, he entered her.

"Gmmmm..." came Darcy's muted groan.  Her nostrils flared, and her head rocked
back, striking the other man's shoulder behind her.

"Is this your first time, sweetheart?" he murmured.  "Is this the first time you've
been taken by a man?  I'll bet it is."  He began to slowly finger fuck Darcy.   

Darcy's brown eyes locked onto his.  They were wide and staring as she shook her
head pleadingly.  "Mmm.. Mmm.." she whimpered from behind the tape.  "Mmm..
Mmm.."

"Oh yes, honey.  Oh yes," he countered with a sinister whisper, his mouth so close
to hers that Darcy felt his breath on her lips.  Instinctively, she leaned her head
back, and again she felt the other man behind her.

Darcy had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life.  A medley of emotions
raced wildly through her mind.  Terror, humiliation, loathing, rage.  She had precious
little time for reflection, however, as events began to move ahead more quickly.   

After removing his hand from Darcy's panties, the Host knelt down in front of her. 
"Let's take these down," he muttered, grasping the elastic waist band of her
Jockeys.  Darcy glanced down at him as the Host stripped her panties down to the
tops of the knee splints which bound her legs, stretching the small cotton briefs as
tight as a guitar string.  "Now there's a sight to move mountains," the Host said
approvingly as he stared at Darcy's crotch.  

Darcy looked away as he reached for her again.

"Lovely.  Simply lovely, my dear girl," the Host proclaimed as he deftly ran his finger
tips over the tight curls covering Darcy's ample vulva.

Darcy shut her eyes tightly and tried to steel herself against the Host's attentions. 
Just then, however, the man standing behind her placed his big hands on either side
of her slender waist, then slowly moved them upward over her warm skin and under
the tails of her blouse.  He leaned over and whispered something unintelligible as his
hands closed over Darcy's perfect breasts.

Darcy jerked her upper body abruptly, trying again to strike him with her elbows,
but he was too close to her now, and held her too tightly in his encircling arms.  In
front of her. the Host continued to toy with her pubic area, gently tugging at her
curls with his finger tips as he felt between Darcy's muscular thighs.

"You are indeed a lovely child, my dear," the Host murmured.  Darcy stared down at
him as the big man behind her massaged her breasts.  She felt the heat of his body
against hers and the hardness behind his trousers when he pressed against her back
side.  "You and your friends are a very refreshing addition to our little family.  I'm
sure that all of you will be quite popular.  So..." he said, standing slowly.  "I think it's
about time that we gave you a proper welcome."  His smile turned cold.  "I'm certain
that our friend here agrees."  He nodded to the man who embraced Darcy.  The big
man squeezed her breasts, causing Darcy to wince.  

"I'm curious, my dear," the Host continued casually.  "Have you ever been with two
men at once?  You know, a love triangle, a menage et trois."  He smiled craftily. 
Darcy returned his smile with a venemous look.  "Now, now," he said.  "No need for
hostility, my dear.  I'm certain that a girl of your obvious charms has taken the
opportunity to play one man against another in their bid for acceptance by you. 
Why it's almost a given with you "Alpha Girls".  It's part of the maternal training
program."  

The man behind Darcy pinched her nipples unexpectedly, causing her to wince.

"Why I don't think there's am attractive woman alive today who hasn't played the
triangle game at least once in her life."  He gazed at Darcy almost thoughtfully.  He
could see in her eyes that he'd struck the mark.  "I'm sure your mother instructed
you as a young girl to 'shop around'.  Compare strengths and weaknesses.  I can hear
her now, telling you that you're so pretty you can have any man you want.  Take your
time.  Be discriminating.  Choose the perfect man."  He paused long enough to let
the truth of his words sink in.  "My dear girl," he continued.  "I have good news for
you.  No longer will you be faced with those kinds of choices.  You'll not need to
worry your pretty head ever again about whether or not 'he's the one'.  We are
going to show you a new freedom and a new happiness.  After today, every man will
be the perfect man.  Every day of your stay with us, a new Prince Charming will
come to sweep you off your feet."

Darcy blinked and continued to stare at the mad man before her.  What he was
saying was utter insanity.  Darcy was very frightened.

"And as for the triangle game," the Host went on.  "We're going to introduce you to
a new adaptation of that right now.  I think you're going to enjoy this triangle, my
dear, because you shall be its apex, and this kindly gentleman and I, its base, just
like those pyramids you do when you lead a cheer."

Darcy's brown eyes widened as she finally realized what the Host was insinuating. 
Unconsciously she began to shake her head slowly from side to side.

"Now don't let's be negative, my dear," the Host said with a chuckle.  "After all,
you're going to be the center of attention.  Isn't that what you enjoy most in life? 
To have all eyes and thoughts upon you?  Well just look around you, girl.  Your
friends are all here.  I'm sure they will want to watch if their not too busy."

Darcy was stunned.  She was so gripped by anxiety, in fact, that she barely noticed
when the big man behind her dropped his hands from her breasts.  Had she been so
inclined as to look, Darcy would have noticed that the flawless, white skin of those
two impeccable orbs was now flushed pink, and the satiny nipples at their tips,
puckered and taught.  Around her the sounds of love making continued unabated as
the rest of her teammates received their indoctrination.  Now it was her turn.

"If you'd be so kind as to hold her for me," the Host said to the big man behind
Darcy.  The two had shucked their trousers almost in unison, and now pressed their
bodies against her's, sandwiching Darcy between themselves.  "At times, I like a
good fight, but I don't think this one should have the pleasure."

"Mmmoo oo assuurrr! [No you bastards!] Darcy cried from behind the surgical tape.

"Easy, baby," the big man growled as he snaked an enormous arm around Darcy and
crushed her back against his chest.  "We're gonna make all your dreams come true, I
promise.  Now hold that pretty little ass of yours still for the nice man."  

Darcy felt his hot presence lay between the cheeks of her rear end as he pressed
against her.  She felt her ankles pull against the restraints as the big man lifted her
and shoved her pelvis forward in the direction of the Host.  Darcy struggled with
renewed vigor, but to no avail.  The man behind her was simply too powerful as he
presented her for mounting.

"Thank you, that will be sufficient for now," the Host said to the man who held his
prize.  Stepping back, he stoked himself idly as he gazed at Darcy.  "Magnificent,"
he thought.  "The fire in her eyes seemed unquenchable.  Her youthful body was
already covered with a satiny sheen of perspiration.  The tendons behind the
smooth skin of her inner thighs stood out like cords as she struggled against her
bonds and the man who held her.  This one's a scrapper," were his thoughts as he
stepped forward clutching his erect penis.

Darcy shrieked behind the tape over her lips when she felt the head of the
stranger's evil appendage part her outer lips and begin to slide back and forth over
the petal-like inner gates to her femininity as her lover sought entrance to her. 
When she tried to twist her hips to remove herself from harm's way, the man who
embraced her from behind pushed forward all the harder, forcing her toward her
lover.  Darcy's thigh muscles were close to cramping from her futile struggles
against the restraints.  It would not be long now.

"I want you to consider what is happening to you now, my dear," the Host said
pausing at her gates.  "I want you to reflect upon the profound change of course
your life is about to take."

Darcy shut her eyes and tried with all of her might to escape her fate.  Suddenly
her eyes sprang open.  She felt herself begin to stretch as the Host pressed
forward and upward with his hips.

"I take you now, young lady, fully against your will, and in so doing I invite you to
give up all that you've been taught."  He pushed slowly upward a bit more forcefully. 
Darcy felt herself dilating.  With every fiber of her being she clamped down with
her vaginal muscles, her last defense against him.  

It had been quite some time since Darcy had taken a lover.  For the past six weeks
she'd been battling a yeast infection, but had finally gotten that settled down. 
Prior to that, her last sexual encounter had been with Jim Allen, a guy she'd been
toying with for several months but was about to drop.  As it was, Darcy's internal
musculature was not at a peak of fitness.  In addition, Darcy shared a condition not
uncommon among young females of breeding age, and that was one of having
somewhat overly active Skene's glands, the glands which produce lubricating mucus
to the vagina as well as to the external female reproductive anatomy.  Darcy hated
this quality about herself.  Her Gyn had explained to her that it was a major
contributor to the many cases of yeast infection she suffered, and it had, on more
than one occasion, sent entirely the wrong message to male hopefuls.  In the case
of her current lover, however, it was merely a convenience.  Because of this
condition, coupled with her distinct lack of vaginal muscle tone, Darcy soon found
herself face to face, staring wide eyed into the smiling face of the Host as his penis
traveled virtually unopposed into her depths.

"Give up your fight, my dear," the Host said, standing on his toes, pressing his groin
against that of his prize, forcing every last inch of himself deeply into her.  She was
fantastically wet in so short a period of time.  He found his penis swathed in a liquid
firmness which clutched and moved around him.  He would have to spend some
quality time with this one later.  "You have been chosen today, and you will be
chosen by others again to perform a service."  He pulled his hips back slightly,
extracting a few inches of himself from inside of Darcy and reveling at the gripping
fullness of her outer lips around his shaft.  He felt warm fluid dribble down his
scrotum.  It was as though he had inserted his penis into a piece of warm, ripe fruit,
and once punctured that fruit gave up a liquid treasure.  "Oh, my dear girl," the
Host said huskily, trying to keep his mind on business at hand.  "You are indeed a
marvelous receptacle, and one that shall be kept filled.  Never again shall a man be
denied you.  From this day on, your attentions shall be freely given to all."

As he talked he began to get up a rhythm.  Darcy struggled at first, but eventually
realized that she was powerless to prevent this man from having her.  She was
forced to endure, as for the first time in her life, Darcy was made love to by a man
not of her choosing.  Darcy closed her eyes in humiliation as the first of many liquid
sounds issued from between her legs.  Her own body was betraying her.  It was
utterly debasing.  As the man's love making continued with a steady cadence, Darcy
had to fight to keep her mind from drifting away to warmer places.  

In support of the theory that a rape victim will eventually become a participant, it is
thought that in order to escape the emotional trauma associated with the episode, a
woman will often turn inward to the more pleasant physical sensations associated
with the sexual act; the release of endorphin into the bloodstream, the awareness
of vaginal fullness, and even the clitoral stimulation provided by her lover's penis as
it passes in and out of her.

Everyone currently in the employ of the Facility was very familiar with studies made
on this theory.  The Host was, of course, no exception.  As he made love to Darcy
he stared intently at her face for signs that she was "slipping".  After fifteen
minutes most of her vigorous struggling ceased.  Five minutes later he felt her
squeeze him for the first time since his forced entry.

"You're doing very well, my dear.  You are a well endowed young woman."  Darcy's
brown eyes flickered open.  She'd been drifting.  She stared into her lover's eyes. 
The Host returned her muzzy gaze with a knowing smile.  As he continued to
administer to Darcy with long measured strokes, he said almost casually, "I think it's
time we let our friend join in.  Don't you?"  He nodded to the man behind Darcy.  As
the Host watched the understanding dawn on Darcy's face and with it trepidation,
he pressed his belly tightly against that of his young Guest.  He then encircled her
body with both arms, placing one hand behind the small of Darcy's back, while the
other he placed between her shoulder blades.  He was quite strong for his size as
Darcy soon realized when she suddenly found herself held tightly against his body. 
Meanwhile he continued his easy cadence, only now he used a slow rocking motion of
his hips, grinding himself inside of her.

The Host embraced her closely and rested his chin on her right shoulder so that
Darcy  could no longer see his face.  It was the other man who began to stir behind
her that now gave her cause for alarm.  As she endured the attentions of the one
man, Darcy distinctly heard the telltale sounds of trousers being unzipped and
removed.  A belt buckle hit the floor with a recognizable "clack".  Darcy was pretty
darn sure she knew what was about to happen, and wasn't at all thrilled with the
prospect.

A burly arm snaked around her waist and tummy.  "You been real patient, little lady,
and now you're gonna get your reward," the big man murmured from just behind her
left ear.

"Mmmm.. Mmmm.. Mmmoohh!" Darcy moaned pitifully from behind the surgical tape
when she felt a smooth, hot object forced upward between the cheeks of her
shapely butt.  She began to struggle ineffectually between the two big men.

On only one occasion since she'd become sexually active at age fifteen, had Darcy
been threatened with the possibility of having to submit to anal sex.  It had been on
one of those occasions precisely like the one that the Host had just described
where she had been trying to impress one male suitor by going out with another; the
"old style" triangle game.  Darcy had still been in high school at the time.  Darrell,
the guy who she was really "after", had seen right through her plot and called her
bluff, in effect forcing her to go out on a date with a local boy who's reputation for
sexual escapades was know well by all.  In trying to make her intended "catch"
jealous, Darcy had unwittingly put herself in a very compromising position.  And
compromised she was.  Although she admitted it to no one, not to any of her girl
friends and especially not to Darrell, Darcy had been taken that night.  She liked to
tell herself that it had been by her own choosing, but deep inside, Darcy knew that
the guy she'd been with had gotten the upper hand.

After making love to her the "normal" way, the boy had managed to maneuver
himself behind her in the cheep motel room bed.  Darcy'd been a bit muzzy from the
intense orgasm she would never admit she'd had, when she'd suddenly found herself
on all fours with the boy kneeling behind her.  Had she been more "together", she
might have fought him off more successfully, because Darcy thoroughly disliked
even the thought of the rear entry position.  

"Doggie Style, they called it.  How degrading!" Darcy thought.  

That night, however, she'd let her guard down.  Before she'd been able to really
react at all, she'd felt a persistent, hot pressure against....  

"My rear end !  Oh no, not there !" she'd screamed and had immediately began to
struggle with enthusiasm.  

Her resistance eventually paid off, and Darcy'd avoided what she felt to be an act
so dehumanizing that she doubted she would have recovered from it.  The boy had,
however, managed to take her vaginally from the rear that night.  Darcy would
remember with disgust the sticky, slapping sounds of his thighs against the firm
flesh of her "alpha" ass cheeks, how he'd held her hips in his hands while he'd had his
way deep inside of her, and the thoroughly debasing noises her own body had made
as air pressure from his incessant pounding had escaped from inside of her in a
medley of spurts and sputters.  

The boy had inseminated her that night as well.  Darcy fretted for almost a month
over whether or not she was pregnant.  Had she been, the lies she'd told that she'd
not allowed the boy to touch her would have been exposed.  During the very few
prior sexual encounters she'd been forced to endure, so that her friends would not
think her a prude, Darcy had insisted that her partners either wear protection
which she summarily refused to apply or to practice coitus interruptus - to pull out
before it was "too late".  

But worst of all, and by far the most damaging to Darcy's fragile "house of cards"
ego was the fact that she herself had climaxed again for the second time that night
while "doing it doggie style", or had it been her third?  That evening many years
earlier, she'd escaped anal involvement by mere seconds.  This day, however, would
spell the fall of Darcy's inner sanctum.

"Mmm... nnnnnggfff.." she squealed through her nose, as the man behind her
assaulted her rear portal with the cue ball sized head of his battering ram.  Darcy
jerked her hips to one side and then to the other in an effort to dislodge him from
her gradually dilating orifice, but the Host held her pinioned tightly against himself,
preventing any real chance for escape.  Another muffled wail escaped her taped lips
as the intense burning spread down the backs of her legs and up to the small of her
back.

"First time back here, sweet cakes?" the big man muttered from behind her.  "Hurts
don't it.  Yeah, baby!" he said with a satisfied groan.  

Darcy's mind reeled with a mixture of pain, humiliation, rage and dread.  The stinging
sensation of her rear opening stretching to accommodate her most recent lover
turned slowly to a wrenching ache.  Cramps very much like those she suffered on a
monthly basis spread from her port of entry to the tips of her pelvis.  For a head
strong young woman like Darcy to be taken against her will by two obviously older
and desperately homely specimens of maleness was so entirely degrading that Darcy
thought she would never completely recover from the experience.  And if the truth
be known, it was intended that she wouldn't.  Underlying the disgrace of allowing
herself to fall captive to these tyrants, was the icy loathing she felt for the man
who's sizeable penis now forced aside tender, virgin tissues on its journey into a
domain never before explored by mankind.  Unbelievably as it may seem, however,
even while Darcy was grunting her final acceptance of her first "back door man",
thoughts of dread came to the forefront of her consciousness.  

"Oh God!" Darcy thought as the big man flexed his engine in her clutching anal
passage.  "What if somebody finds out about this!"  Just then, the man embracing
her from the front also made his presence known by pushing upward with his thigh
muscles.  "What would my friends say about me if they knew?" she brooded with
dismay.

In spite of her reasonably uncertain future, not to mention  her rather
compromising present, Darcy, like so many women of her kind turned to thoughts of
herself and of how she might appear in the eyes of others.  It is these same shallow
thoughts of self-emphasis and egocentricity, that governed Darcy's decision making
processes her entire life.  Until this very day, Darcy had always focused on her
outward appearance.  

In the weeks and months to follow, Darcy would learn to concentrate on her
interior.

For almost an hour the two men fucked her, one in each of her openings.  At times
they would alternate thrusts, their timing impeccable as though they'd practiced
together like dance partners.  Then together they'd press into her, filling her
seemingly to the bursting point with their hot, hard maleness and raising her upward
so that her feet strained against the restraining cuffs binding her ankles.  The
brute behind Darcy murmured hoarse comments about her anatomy and about his
own sexual prowess incessantly whereas the Host of the Facility went about his
enjoyment of Darcy's charms with a quiet sense of purpose.  His most maddening
habit was the fact that he insisted on staring at Darcy while the two men had their
way with her.  It was as though he could read her thoughts.  If she tried to turn
away he would turn her face back to his with a hand to her chin or neck.  If she
closed her eyes, he would pinch one or both of her nipples hard until she once more
looked into his eyes and his horrible, appraising gaze.

"Squeeze that tight little ass, sweet cakes," the big ogre grunted.  The Host smiled,
reading Darcy's humiliation in her expression as from the pages of a novel.  As if to
add to her debasement, he thrust himself into her several times in rapid succession
causing series of pleasant but sloppy sounds to issue from her overly lubricated
vagina. 

Darcy would have been shocked if she could have seen the amount of color that had
risen to her shoulders, neck and face.  As was plainly stated in several texts on the
subject and many times proven with other Guests at the Facility, Darcy was
becoming aroused sexually despite the perceived unpleasantness of the
circumstances of her coupling.  The Host naturally recognized the signs: reduced
resistance, lack-luster appearance and unfocused look to the eyes, flushed skin,
breathing more in time to the cadence of her lovers' attentions, weak, trembling
legs.  He knew that the young lady was close to losing control.  It would represent a
giant step toward their goals for this girl were she to climax as a result of her first
encounter. 

Just then the gentleman behind her rammed his penis into her rectum rather
forcefully, causing her to grunt in pain.  "Take it easy, my friend," he cautioned the
big client.  "This little lady will climax for us if we treat her gently.  I have a feeling
she's never entertained two lovers before.  Have you, my dear?" he asked
patronizingly, gazing into Darcy's brown eyes while he continued to fuck her.

Darcy was astounded by what she heard, but found that when she tried to
concentrate, her thoughts were sluggish and hazy.  What was far more clear to her
was the awareness of the two male organs which moved steadily in and out of her
body, each providing its own special sense of fulfillment alternately followed by
emptiness, even longing.  Darcy was unconcerned with the fact that for the past ten
minutes she'd been resting her head against the shoulder of her anterior attendant. 
She gazed blankly into the eyes of her leading man.

"Do me a favor and move slowly for a bit," the Host asked the big man.  

He was quite typical of most of the Clients of the Facility, not too bright and
certainly never blessed with style or grace.  He was perfect for the purposes of
training these head-strong and conceited young women, however.  None of these
ladies would ever have dreamed of entering into a relationship with one such as he. 
It was an opportunity for the Client to enjoy the things from which dreams are
made, while providing a valuable learning experience for the Guests.  All in all, a very
satisfactory arrangement.  

The man grunted his understanding then reduced the intensity of his love making
for the time being.  "Reach around with one hand and work with her clitoris while I
attend to her breasts," the Host instructed.  "Try to keep your thrusts even and
slow and alternate with mine.  I have a hunch that's the way this one likes it."  He
returned Darcy's momentary look of animosity with a his wonderfully annoying smile. 
That smile widened when after the big man did as he asked, slipping a finger into the
dampness of Darcy's vaginal slit, the Host received a reflexive vaginal embrace.  Her
back door man also got a hug.

"Oh yeah," the brute exclaimed appreciatively, "She's hot as a firecracker.  Aren't
ya sweet cakes!"  

His finger tip sent liquid fire coursing through Darcy.  She shuddered.  Her breasts
throbbed under the hands of her "man in charge".  Her lower abdomen filled then
emptied.. filled then emptied.. filled then emptied.

The first pre-orgasmic contraction took both of Darcy's lovers by surprise.  It had
only been a couple of minutes since they'd begun their final assault.

"Thrust into her and hold," the Host ordered.  The big man was dull witted enough
not to question his instructions and quickly complied.  "Now work her clitoris. 
Quickly man!" he barked as he picked up his pace.

Darcy had never felt such a feeling of abundance, of completion, of fulfillment.  Her
Host held her face between the palms of his hands.  With his thumbs he gently
massaged her cheekbones, then her temples, his face inches from her own.  The
penis in her backside now felt like a natural extension of her spine, a part of her
own anatomy.  The Host fucked Darcy first with a series of short, jabbing strokes
followed by intermittent, slow, penetrating forays into the deepest reaches of her
being.  Darcy's vaginal muscles started to fibrillate in response.  She stood on the
brink, gazing into the abyss.  

Suddenly a sputtering groan came from over her left shoulder.  Darcy's bronze eyes
opened wide and staring as a plume of internal fire erupted into her rectal passage. 
It was enough.  Darcy "went to warp".  The Host saw it coming and rammed himself
deeply into the young woman just as her rather athletic vagina began its orgasmic
calisthenics.  Wrapping his arms around both Darcy and her rear guard, the Host
held them in his embrace, crushing the girl between himself and his Client.  His damn
burst only seconds later brought on by the milking action provided by his Guest's
reproductive anatomy.

Darcy gave a long, guttural moan, as another of her abdominal cavities was filled
with pulsing heat.  Shortly afterward her legs finally gave out.  While many of her
teammates looked on, Darcy's hips jerked reflexively as she stood sandwiched
between her two new friends.  She might have fallen, injuring herself had a good
part of her weight not been suspended upon her companions' penises.  It was a very
satisfying picture, indeed.  

It had been a very long day.  Darcy lay on her right side between clean sheets, her
head on a cool, satin pillow.  She was spent, physically, mentally, emotionally.  A
couple of hours aga she'd been given a warm bath which had helped to wash away
some of the horror anyway.  The bath had been followed by a vaginal douche and an
enema.  The douche had been marvelously refreshing, and Darcy strongly hoped
that it would have some contraceptive benefits as well.  The enema had been
unpleasant and mildly painful, but it did serve to wash away most of what that
horrible bull of a man had deposited inside of her earlier.  Then she'd been shaved
by yet another male stranger.  Darcy had disliked it intensely, but was simply too
exhausted to put up a fight.  So she'd endured while the man skillfully removed all
traces of her tight blond curls.  Next he'd instructed her to put on a strange mask. 
Then, while she lay with her legs spread before him, her feet supported in
gynecological stirrups, he'd used some kind of device on her which had emitted a
blue-green light.  It hadn't hurt; just an odd tingling sensation.  Afterward she'd
been fed a nutritious meal then tucked into bed.  

"Good evening, my dear," the all too familiar voice said.  "I trust you enjoyed your
bath and dinner."  He sat on the edge of the bed next to her.  

Darcy lay perfectly still.  

"Are you comfortable?" he placed a hand on her shoulder.  Her young body was so
warm through the soft sheet.  He gave her a warm smile and a playful squeeze.  

Darcy lay perfectly still.  

"I trust my Associates prepared you properly," he murmured almost wistfully. 
"Let's have a look, shall we."  His expression remained completely neutral as he
gently took the edge of the sheet between his fingertips.  Ever so slowly he peeled
the sheet back exposing inch after luscious inch of flawless, naked, young female.

Darcy lay perfectly still.  

"You're such a lovely young girl, my dear.  I do so much hope that we can become
close friends during your stay with us."  Darcy just stared at him.  "Although, by
profession, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls, there are so few who truly interest
me."  Dropping the sheet at Darcy's knees, he placed the palm of his hand on her
left hip.  Without a word, he gently moved it back over her buttock, then slowly
down the back of her thigh.  When he reached the back of her knee, he paused
turned on the bed more toward her and said, "Let's have a look at you now, my dear
girl."

With complete nonchalance, he slipped his right hand between Darcy's knees.  With
his left had, he picked up Darcy's left hand from the bed and lay her arm along the
side of her body.

Darcy lay perfectly still.

Slowly he lifted her left knee.  At the same he pushed against her left shoulder.  As
her supple young body rolled, the Host smiled down at Darcy.  Her expression was
dark and clouded with hatred.  "I know, he whispered.  The shot we gave you was to
help to relax you, my dear."  Darcy flopped limply onto her back.  Her firm breasts
jiggled for a moment then lay still as well.  He moved again, sitting on the edge of
the bed beside her right hip.  

"I see that my Associates did
their customary excellent job
with your genital area," he
muttered, staring unabashedly at
the milky white skin of Darcy's
immaculately sumptuous labia
majora, now utterly denuded of
all traces of pubic hair.  "You'll be
happy to know, my dear, that
because of the special treatment
we gave you'll never have to
worry about shaving yourself
again."  He smiled at Darcy's
facial reaction.  "You look so much prettier this way, I think," he said as he placed
his hand on Darcy.  Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank to pin pricks, but that
was her only reaction as the man began to rub her with authority.  With a knowing
smile the Host said, "I almost forgot.  The drug is called Ketamine.  We give it to all
of our new Guests.  At least until they become more acclimated to their new lives
with us.  As you can see, my dear, it does tend to relax you."  He chuckled at his
witticism, then slipped a finger between Darcy's pussy lips.  Her lips pursed and her
cheeks puffed as she exhaled in response to his invasion of her person.  "Notice
how the drug in no way inhibits your sensory nervous system, my lovely young girl"
the Host pointed out as he moved his finger over sweet folds of tender flesh. 
"Another marvelous benefit to Ketamine is that your internal musculature is also
unaffected."  With his finger, he entered Darcy vaginally.  Her big liquid brown eyes
closed then opened slowly.  In those twin pools boiled unveiled hostility.  

"I know... I know, darling," he murmured.  She was already getting wet for him. 
With a little smile, he removed his hand from Darcy and stood beside the bed.  "The
drug is frustrating, I realize," he continued while he undressed.  He turned and hung
his shirt and trousers over a nearby chair.  Then turning back to Darcy, he went on
as if he were chatting about the weather, "But it's only for awhile.  In a day or two,
I hope you'll come to enjoy my attentions."  He moved to the foot of the bed.  "Your
days will be spent with the rest of the girls," he explained matter-of-factly as he
reached down, grasped Darcy's ankles, and spread her legs.  

Darcy stared at him darkly over her prone and helpless body.  On his face he wore
his customary infuriating, little smile.  At his groin, he wore a full erection.

"I would really like it, though, if you would spend your evenings with me," he said
warmly as he crawled onto the bed between Darcy's legs.  "I think you and I are
going to become very good friends, darling."  He crawled over Darcy, supporting
himself above her with one arm.  With his right hand he milked his erect penis once
or twice.  Then, gazing down into the face of the exquisite young woman beneath
him, he moved the head of his penis between her thighs.  Her eyes and face were a
symphony of expression as he first sought out her opening.  

"You'll see," was all he said as he pushed into Darcy.  Although she'd been made love
to only a few hours ago, the fit young girl was immaculate inside once again.

At long last Darcy's day came to a close.  Her mind was a gray haze, her body
tingling in the throws of afterglow.  Cuddled up close behind her on the rumpled
bed, her lover snoozed.  His hand cupped her left breast.  His penis slowly softened
in her rear end.

Continued in Part Seven... SM