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

   Natural Selection - Part Seven - by - The StoryMaster

   Penny Ryan was terrified.  She lay face up atop a gurney much like the
kind used in hospital emergency rooms.  All she could see of her
surroundings was a large stainless steel lighting fixture suspended from
the overhead.  She'd tried just a few moments ago to sit up and look
around, but found that she still could not move a muscle.

   "Am I paralyzed?" Penny agonized.  "Will I never be able to walk again?"
Her heart pounded as one unnerving thought after another raced through her
mind.  Cool, conditioned air whispered from a louvered grill in the ceiling
to the right of the brilliant overhead light, but otherwise the room was
utterly silent.

   "Something must have happened to me in the park," Penny surmised. 
"Maybe it was a stroke!" Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.  "John
was telling me about strokes just last week," Penny recalled.  John was the
medical student she'd been dating for the past two months.  "He said they
come on suddenly and without warning, leaving the victim partially or
sometimes completely paralyzed." Penny stared helplessly into the blinding
flourescent tubes.  Just to blink her eyes took enormous mental effort. 
"Oh, God!  That's it.  I've had a stroke.  Oh, God!" Penny lay drowning in
an abyss of despair and self-pity.

   The day had started off like any other day for eighteen year old co-ed.
It was a lovely morning, perfect for a run.  Penny had gotten up early,
eaten a quick bowl of bran flakes and wheat germ, kissed her dad as he
breezed by on his way to the office, jumped into her trusty VW and headed
for the City Park.

   Penny knew about the "incidents" that had occurred at the park, but that
had been many months ago.  The police insisted that there was nothing to
worry about now.  The Mayor had even appeared on TV and announced that the
security patrols had been dramatically increased.  He'd given the public
his personal guarantee that the new City Park was perfectly safe.

   Just to be on the safe side, Penny decided to keep to the paths that
were the most open and well traveled.  "The Meadows" was just such a track.
Besides, she had a theory that should a would be assailant try to waylay
her, she'd simply out run him.  Unfortunately or fortunately, as the case
may be, Penny's plan was about to take an unanticipated turn; one that
would drastically alter her life.

   Exactly as the name implied, "The Meadows" was a large grassy area in
the center of the park.  Although a paved running path skirted its
perimeter, many runners chose to run on the grass itself, much to the
dismay of the Park grounds keepers.  There was a very heavy dew that
morning and the grass was pretty wet.  Penny had recently paid close to two
hundred bucks for the pair of New Balance shoes she wore and wasn't about
to get them soaking wet and grass stained on the very first day.  She chose
therefore, to stick to the paved paths.  When Penny arrived at the far end
of "The Meadows" where the path skirts a large wooded area at the eastern
end of the park, she came upon a barricade made of white and orange plastic
drums.  Suspended from a piece of rope between them a sign, bearing the
familiar seal of the park service read, "PATH CLOSED - PLEASE TAKE
ALTERNATE ROUTE".  To the right, the path to "The Lake" diverged into the
tree line.  Without breaking stride, Penny veered right down the path into
the woods.

   The young Hunter/Gatherer knew the geography of the park like the back
of his hand.  After all, he'd been trained by one of the best, and had
spent many hour reconnoitering the area.  He missed working with his friend
and mentor, but times change.  Really, he had no business attempting
another collection in the park so soon after the last.  His fellow
associates thought he was nuts, but for him, the hunt was everything. 
Lately he'd been involved primarily with what he considered to be "over
planned and over billed operations".  In his opinion, they were nothing
more than routine abductions, although he had to admit, the thing with the
bus was pretty creative.  He inhaled a deep draft of the cool morning air.
His senses were honed to a razor edge.  It was good to get back out into
the field.  The phony barricade was in place.  Now all he had to do was get
set up for the final collection.  He wanted to try out a new spot he'd
checked out a few weeks ago.  It was a little farther away than he would
have liked from the place he'd hidden the van, but the additional challenge
excited him.  He glanced at his wrist watch as he moved stealthily through
the trees.  A long, black nylon case was slung across his back.  He
calculated that the security patrol wouldn't be along again for fifty-three
minutes.  He had time, but not a lot.

   Penny couldn't remember ever seeing the park so empty.  Then, recalling
the barricade she'd passed, she wrote it off to construction projects that
must be going on.  Anyway, it was a perfect autumn morning.  The air was
fresh and brisk.  The sunlight filtered down through the tree limbs
overhanging the path, causing Penny's brightly colored Lycra body suit to
flicker and flash as she jogged on.

   He saw her in plenty of time to set his sights.  He'd picked a slightly
elevated firing position about ten meters from the path and surrounded by
dense laurels.  He lay prone on a thick bed of pine needles.  Since
choosing this particular spot, he'd seen only one other couple come down
the path.  He'd let them pass.  He took a quick look at her through a pair
of tiny binoculars, then made up his mind.  She would do.  He flipped a
small lever on the side of the weapon, allowing high pressure air to fill
the booster chamber just behind the dart.  Next he wrapped the leather
sling around his left forearm, gripped the heavy stock and leveled the
weapon.  Only the tip of the thick black barrel protruded through the
screen of shrubbery as he lowered his eye behind the sight.  A button on
the side of the forestock activated the laser targeting system.

   Penny Ryan didn't notice the tiny red dot dancing on her flank.  She
never heard the soft, spitting report from the trees.  She did feel a sharp
sting when the tiny missile struck her low on the left thigh.  It was a
perfect shot.  The powerful immobilizing agent instantly scrambled the
signals sent from Penny's brain to her motor nervous system, and she was
down before she knew what hit her.

   In fact she would never know she'd been "hit" by anything at all.  His
mentor had taught him the technique.  He'd explained that if you hit them
low, they'll usually go down before they can reach the dart.  It was mostly
a "style thing" with him, but after all, the man was the best.  He counted
the seconds in his head while he zipped the air rifle into its scabbard. 
He scanned the path quickly with his binoculars then stepped from his place
of concealment.  He approached his catch from behind.

   Penny was pretty shaken up from her spill.  Her right shoulder hurt
where she'd hit the pavement, but otherwise she felt OK.  Nothing else
seemed to hurt too much.  She felt like a dope.  Obviously she'd stumbled
over something in the path.  Her thoughts were a bit muddy.  Praying she
hadn't bashed her head on something, Penny reached for her face.  That's
when she first realized that she couldn't move a muscle.  The full weight
of her discovery hadn't yet registered with Penny, when she felt a hand on
her shoulder.  She never felt the man remove the tiny dart from her thigh.
She tried to speak, but found that at best she could manage only an almost
inaudible croak.  After tripping, Penny had landed hard and then rolled
onto her left side.  Whoever it was that had come to help her knew
something about first aid, because they first straightened her legs before
rolling Penny onto her back.  The man wore a kind of a khaki colored
uniform, so Penny naturally assumed he was Park Security.  He was also the
"strong silent type", and without a word, he lifted Penny effortlessly in
his arms.  After what seemed to Penny to be a rather prolonged hike through
the forest, they arrived at a white van.  As they approached the back of
the unmarked vehicle, the rear cargo door opened automatically, and a
litter slid out on retractable rails.  Silently, Penny's rescuer placed her
onto the litter, crossed her hands over her tummy, then secured two wide
safety straps; one across her shoulders, the other at her hips.  The litter
then slid quietly into the rear bay of the transport van and the door
closed.

   Penny was still rather confused and disoriented upon her arrival at what
surely had to be the hospital emergency room where two attendants dressed
in white coveralls quickly transferred her from the van to a gurney.  Penny
remembered thinking it kind of odd that there were so few doctors or nurses
about while she was rolled down a long corridor and into the room where
she'd been left to study the lighting fixtures on the ceiling.  No one had
spoken a word to her.

   "How long has it been?" Penny wondered impatiently.  "Where the heck are
all the doctors in this hospital?" She had to pee.

   While she lay waiting, a hidden camera recorded digital images of the
lovely teenager.  These images were then fed into the Facility's massive
computer database.  It took just over fifteen minutes for the cutting edge
technology to return a complete dossier on:

   Ms.  Penny Elaine Ryan

   DOB: June 16, 1981

   Hair Color: Blond

   Eye Color: Hazel

   Height: 5'-6"

   Weight: 100 lbs.

   Occupation: Student (comcol)

   Father: Daniel Vincent Ryan

   Mother: Sara Noel Ryan

   The file contained a large amount of additional data most of which was
quite personal and generally unavailable to the general public.

   The big, double doors through which Penny's gurney had been pushed ages
ago, suddenly hissed open, and two attendants clad in white coveralls
entered.  Like every other person Penny had seen so far, neither man
uttered a word as they carefully lifted her from the gurney, and placed her
onto the cool surface of an examination table.  Penny tried to speak as the
two attendants moved out of her field of vision, but like before, she was
only able to utter unintelligible croaking sounds.  Penny heard the doors
hiss open and then closed.  She was alone again with her thoughts.  She
really had to pee.

   The doors opened and someone entered, but whoever it was remained out of
sight.  Penny listened as cabinets and drawers were opened and closed
followed by the clattering sounds of objects being arranged on a metal
table.  Then at last footsteps approached, and a man leaned over her.  He
smiled.

   Penny made an effort to return his smile, even though she was pretty
nervous still.  "He's kinda homely looking," was Penny's first impression.
The man wore a white lab coat over a blue oxford shirt.  "He's got to be
the doctor," she concluded.

   Penny had just started to relax a little in the knowledge that she was
in good hands, when those "good hands" reached down, lifted the tab of the
small zipper at the collar of her running suit and zipped it all the way
down to her crotch.  Penny's anxiety level climbed dramatically.  With
tremendous effort she willed herself to be calm.  She forced herself to
believe that the doctor was about to preform a routine exam in an effort to
determine why she was paralyzed.

   Alan watched the young woman's expression cloud over when he unzipped
her jump suit.  The easily recognizable signs of confusion were still
present on her pretty face, however, so Alan knew that she still hadn't put
two and two together.  He'd prepped so many young women in the past eight
months that he could read their lovely faces like a newspaper.  As he
smiled reassuringly down at the girl, Alan noticed how truly immaculate she
was.

   He'd been at this job for so long that most of the females he worked
with were simply objects to him.  He received them and prepped them for
initiation, and then off they went.  He rarely saw any of them again. 
Occasionally, though, a girl would come along who made an impression on
him. Alan knew the type of young women the Facility went after.  The
biggest majority of them were taken from the ranks of the "elite female",
that sector of womanhood that is deemed the most attractive and seductive
and most often, the least obtainable.  "This one certainly fits the
profile," Alan thought, studying her file.  "Penny Elaine Ryan," he
murmured.  He hung the clipboard back on the hook on the side of the table.
Smiling down at her again, Alan spoke to her for the first time.

   "You are indeed an exquisite young lady, Miss Penny Ryan." His eyes
roamed over her face then down her body.  She wore a white sports bra
beneath her form fitting Lycra suit.  Below the brassiere her skin was
smooth and flawless.  "Very, very lovely," he muttered absent-mindedly.

   Just then the wall intercom buzzed.  Alan tore his eyes from Penny and
walked to the small panel.  "Yeah," he spoke into the speaker grill.

   "Alan, it's Richard." Richard specialized in the initiation process
which generally involved prolonged sexual encounters with the new
inductees. His sexual prowess was legendary.

   "Hi, Richard.  How's it going?" Alan replied.

   "Great, buddy.  Just great." He paused.  "So Alan, I hear we have a new
one.  I looked at her file.  Not bad," he commented.  "When will you have
her ready?  I've got a pretty busy schedule today." Alan listened patiently
while his co-worker went on.  "They want me over at TYTC for a few hours
early this afternoon, but if you can get her prepped, I'll try to squeeze
her in before I leave."

   "Say, Richard," Alan said hesitantly.  "I've been thinking.  You've got
a busy schedule, and I don't know how long this will take.  I haven't even
started her exam yet." What he was about to suggest was definitely out of
the ordinary, but not completely unheard of, and Alan certainly had the
authority to do what he was about to propose, and besides, his mind was
already made up.  "Why don't you go on over to TYTC.  I'll take care of
Miss Ryan."

   There was a long pause.  "Are you sure, buddy?" Richard asked.  He
sounded a bit confused.

   "Yeah, really," Alan responded quickly.  "No problem at all.  We'll be
just fine here.  Not to worry.  Say hello to Alex for me, will you."

   "You bet, Alan," Richard replied.  He actually sounded relieved.  "You
have fun now, and let me know if you need anything, OK?"

   "OK, Richard.  See you later," Alan said into the speaker.  The link
went dead, and Alan returned to the exam table and its beautiful occupant.

   Penny had listened carefully to the conversation.  Somehow it had
sounded rather ominous, but it was only a feeling she had.  She tried to
put aside her dark thoughts as she gazed up at the man standing beside her.
That's when the shears came out.

   "Well, Miss Penny Ryan," Alan said as he spread the collar of her jump
suit aside, revealing her delicate collar bones.  "It appears that you and
I have some time on our hands, and to be perfectly honest, I'd like to get
to know you better."

   "Gawwww!" Penny croaked when he snipped through her running bra right
between her breasts.  Her hazel eyes were suddenly wide and staring and
filled with dread.

   "Hush now, little one," Alan said.  He laid the shears on the table. 
"Now I know this is all kind of sudden," he began in a conversational tone
of voice as he folded the cups of Penny's ruined brassiere back, uncovering
her firm and slightly pointed breasts.  "You probably have a boyfriend and
all, and I know you're worried what he'll think if he were to find out
about this." With no compunction what so ever, Alan cupped a perfect cone
of warm flesh in his right hand.  He felt the tight little nipple against
his palm.  "But I promise you, sweetheart.  He won't find out.  No one will
find out.  This is just between you and me.  It'll be our little secret,
OK?"

   Penny thought she was going to faint when the man put his hand on her.
"This is crazy!" her mind screamed.  "What is this place?  Oh, God...  Oh
God!"

   Alan picked up the shears again and promptly cut both sleeves of Penny's
jump suit from the collar to the cuffs.

   "This is a special opportunity for both of us, Penny.  Do you mind if I
call you Penny?" Alan smiled down at the distressed young woman.  "I'd be
willing to bet a hundred bucks that you're dating a doctor or a lawyer or
something."

   "Pawwpp!" Penny croaked when she felt the shears against the soft skin
of her lower abdomen.  "God, why can't I move?" her tortured thoughts
shrieked in both rage and terror.

   The cold metal blade worked its way down the top of her right leg. 
"Given the choice, you probably wouldn't give a guy like me a second
glance," Alan commented as he moved the shears to the other leg.

   "Snip...snip...snip...snip..."

   Penny was beside herself now.  No matter how hard she tried she was
absolutely powerless to move a single muscle.  She felt the draft of the
air conditioning wash over her, and although she couldn't look down, Penny
knew that her running suit was history.

   Alan set the shears aside again and moved to the end of the table, and
continuing with his infuriating monolog, he started untying her running
shoes.  "We're going to give you the opportunity to broaden your horizons
young lady.  In the past you've no doubt searched for that 'special
someone' exclusively from the ranks of what refer to here as the 'alpha
males' of our society." Off came her shoes and socks.  Then stepping back
to her side, Alan smiled down at the distressed teenager.  "Makes the
choice kinda difficult, doesn't it?  And those 'Adonis' types can be so
shallow, can't they." he added in mock sympathy.  His unsettling smile
returned.  "We're going to help you expand the playing field, my dear
girl," he continued magnanimously.  "We're going to give you the
opportunity to meet that 'special someone' almost every day.  Doesn't that
sound exciting?  Just think of the freedom you'll experience, not having to
make all of those difficult decisions and choices anymore." He stood
silently over Penny for a moment, a contemplative look on his face.  "I'll
bet you're wondering what I get out of this," he added with a "long
suffering" smile.  He placed his hand on Penny's softly rounded tummy.  He
felt the strong muscles just beneath her soft skin grow taught.  "My reward
will be the sense of accomplishment and knowledge that I've been
instrumental in guiding you toward a new life and new freedom, Penny," he
added nobly.  Smiling down at her, he gently stroked her lower abdomen, his
hand just grazing the top of her Jockey Brand panties.  Her eyes were wide
with alarm.

   She'd listened to the mad man's dissertation with a growing sense of
dread.  Her skin crawled beneath his touch.  Penny knew with a cold
certainty that her life was about to change dramatically, and at the moment
there was nothing she could do to alter that eventuality.  Penny closed her
eyes when she felt his finger tips touch her skin on either side of her
shapely hips as he grasped the elastic waist band of her panties.  With a
fluidness that comes only through experience and practice, the panties were
swiftly removed.

   Penny lost sight of him for a minute while he slipped her panties down
her muscular calves then off over her small feet.  When at last he stepped
back into view, he held the panties up to his lips and nose.

   Taking a deep draft of her heady scent, Alan commented, "Intoxicating,
my dear.  Simply intoxicating." He smiled.  Penny felt a sense of mixed
embarrassment and disgust.  Then he touched her.

   "You are a lovely child, Miss Ryan, but then I'm sure you know that,"
the man said as he tugged playfully at the tuft of golden curls that graced
Penny's prominent pubic arch.  "I'm sure you've had no difficulty
maintaining regular male attention.  Isn't that so?"

   Penny couldn't believe this was happening.  It had to be, without a
doubt, the worst experience in all of her eighteen years.  The horrible man
was right about one thing, though.  Penny had never suffered from a lack of
male friends.  "But that's all they were," she maintained.  Sure, she knew
what most guys were after, and to tell the truth, the thrill of being
chased was gratifying to her ego, but Penny Ryan was a good girl.  She'd
been raised correctly and under a strict set of religious and moral
guidelines.  Her mother had taught her that there were plenty of fish in
the sea, and that she was too smart and too pretty and charming to settle
for just any boy.  She counseled that Penny should take her time.  Look
around.  Sooner or later that "Special Someone" she'd even used those exact
same words would come along to sweep her off her feet.

   Well...Penny was off her feet alright.  All of those years of playing
the game, of picking and choosing, of seducing then denying, would soon
come to an unanticipated climax there on that cold metal table.

   John Whiting was Penny's latest "friend".  Penny liked him a lot.  He
was kind, he was very good looking, and he was in medical school and would
one day become a surgeon.  Her mother approved of John, knowing that he
would be able to take care of her "little girl" in the manner to which
she'd become accustomed.  Penny had allowed John to take far greater
"liberties" with her than any other man she'd seen fit to associate with.
On one occasion, she'd actually allowed her "friend" to touch her breasts,
from outside of her sweater, naturally.

   The entire scenario had been planned by Penny well in advance, and she'd
maintained control of the situation from the beginning to its less than
satisfying - for John that is - conclusion.  The reason the incident had
been permitted in the first place, was because Penny had sensed that John
was losing patience with her, and consequently might possibly lose interest
in her.  That would have been unacceptable.  So she'd reluctantly allowed
him to touch her.  However, following a couple of tentative squeezes, Penny
had given John a little frown then placed her hand over his, signaling that
he should cease and desist.  When John immediately indicated his
disappointment, Penny displayed for him that lilting smile that hinted at
pleasures to come, yet promised nothing.  John, being a well trained modern
male, naturally capitulated, and that had been that.

   Without a doubt, the life of Penny Elaine Ryan had taken a major turn
since she'd left her parents' house that morning.  The lovely eighteen year
old who was just hours ago virtually untouchable, now found herself
paralyzed and helpless.  Utterly exposed, she lay before a man who quite
obviously intended to take great liberties with her.  Who in fact was in
the process of taking great liberties with her.  "Why can't I move?" Penny
cried silently as the horrible man continued to toy with her pubic curls.
"This can't be happening.  How dare he touch me!"

   As though he could read her thoughts, the man abruptly ceased his
touching, moved to the head of the table and leaned over Penny from above.
"Penny, it occurs to me that I have neglected to explain to you why it is
that you cannot move." He smiled at the response he saw in her expression.
"Now I don't want you to worry your pretty little head, young lady.  There
is absolutely nothing wrong with you." He straightened up and moved back to
the foot of the table.  The man continued his with his narrative.  "You
were given a drug, Penny.  A drug which when administered in the proper
dosage interferes with the transmission of electrical impulses from the
brain to the motor nervous system.  In other words, Penny, it paralyzes
you, but only partially." He reached out and grasped Penny's legs just
below her knees.  "You will find," he continued as he lifted upward,
bending her legs at the knee, "that you have many muscle groups which still
function perfectly normally.  Your heart is still beating.  You are
breathing.  Your digestive system is functioning as it should, and so, Miss
Ryan is your reproductive system." The man watched with a smile while
Penny's eyes grew wider as the information sank in.  Meanwhile he allowed
her knees to separate and her shapely thighs to fall widely apart.  "It is
your reproductive system, Penny," he went on casually, tracing the backs of
his fingers slowly down the inside of Penny's right inner thigh.  "It is
your reproductive system that my colleagues and I are primarily interested
in."

   Penny thought she would faint as his fingers moved slowly and softly
toward the juncture of her thighs.  Never before had she been so exposed.
Never before had she been so helpless.  He was almost there, and about to
touch her most private flesh when suddenly the doors hissed open and
footsteps approached.

   "This the new one?" a voice asked cheerfully.  The first man's hand
stopped.

   "Yup, they brought her in this morning," Alan replied to his associate.

   "Pretty thing, isn't she?" the second man commented.  He stared intently
between Penny's legs before stepping to the side of the table.  Penny was
mortified.

   "She is indeed," Alan agreed.  "Her name is Miss Penny Elaine Ryan.  She
is eighteen years old and a student.  I was about to give Miss Ryan her
induction examination.  Care to watch?" he asked casually.

   In a conversational tone of voice, the second man responded, "Maybe for
a minute of two, then I have to run.  Is she sexually active?" he then
added.  "Most of 'em this age are, but only when they have to be.  Right?"
he said to his buddy with a condescending chuckle.

   "Don't know yet," Alan replied.  "Records say she's been dating a
med-student by the name of John Whiting.  Get her head for me will ya."

   Penny felt a hand slide under her neck, then her head was slowly raised
off the surface of the table.  From somewhere beneath the table the man
produced a hard, vinyl covered, wedge shaped pillow which he placed beneath
her neck.

   Penny was shocked to hear John's name mentioned so casually.  "Who are
these people?" she wondered.  "How do they know so much about me?"

   "We checked him out," Penny heard the first man say from the other side
of the room.  She heard a drawer slide shut.  Footsteps approached the
table.  "From what we can tell, the guy is no Don Juan, and I expect, Miss
Ryan here has him totally pussy whipped." The man named Alan appeared
between Penny's thighs.  "That right, little lady?  You got that man of
yours trained just the way you want him?  Sure you do," he murmured.  Penny
looked on in growing horror as the man standing at the end of the table
opened a large blue and white tube then squeezed a quantity of clear gel
onto the fingers of his right hand.  She had never felt so exposed.  Her
legs were spread lewdly apart and a total stranger stood between them. 
Just then the man smiled and moved to the side of the table opposite his
colleague.  "What we want to know, Miss Ryan," Alan said spreading the K-Y
Jelly evenly over his fingers and thumb.  "Is how often you had sex with
your man.  How often did you reward him for 'good behavior'?"

   Without warning he placed his hand on Penny, touching her where no one
had ever touched her, no man in any case.  Penny even had a female
gynecologist whom she hadn't seen in well over a year.  Her astonishment
and dismay were readily apparent on her pretty face as Alan began his
examination.  To Penny's further astonishment the man reached overhead into
the shadows and pulled a boom microphone down toward the table.

   While his fingers expertly surveyed Penny's person, Alan spoke aloud in
a clinical monotone into the mic..  Penny lay stunned, and completely
unable to repel his probing explorations.  "Prominent pubic arch," Alan
said, after pressing downward on the firm mound.  "This coupled with a wide
pelvis make the subject a good prospect for breeding." Penny couldn't
believe what she was hearing.  "His lubricated fingers moved slowly over
her flesh, gently pinching and squeezing.  "Labia majora are thick and
heavy.  The flesh is quite resilient." He glanced up at his colleague and
nodded appreciatively.

   Penny's eyes shot open wide and staring when suddenly his fingers
slipped between her outer lips.  She looked first at the man who's hand it
was between her legs.  When she received no response from him, Penny
snapped her distressed gaze toward his friend.  To her never ending dismay,
the second man merely smiled knowingly at her then looked downward toward
his friend's exploring hand.

   "When's Richard dropping by?" the second man asked off-handedly.

   "He's not," Alan stated flatly, offering no further explanation.  The
second man expressed his surprise by raising his eyebrows, but didn't
press. He knew that Alan was a loyal employee, and there was no reason to
question his judgement.

   Penny held her breath when his touch became more intimate still.  "Small
and tidy labia minora.  Generally an indication of only occasional
contact." He paused, took his hand away momentarily then leaned down
between Penny's thighs.  While his friend looked on, Alan studied Penny
more closely, then returned to an upright stance.  "Labia minora appear to
be well concealed by outer lips even with the legs spread," he noted into
the microphone.  "Initial visual inspection also reveals only a slight
covering of pubic hair on the lower Labia Majora.  The majority of the
subject's covering appears to be concentrated over the pubic arch, although
there is some indication of recent hair removal, most likely by mechanical
means.  Alan placed his hand back onto Penny.  His lubricated middle finger
slid downward.  Both men smiled when they saw Penny's tummy muscles flex
beneath her smooth skin.  "Good abdominal response to probing of the
clitoral area," Alan spoke into the mic..

   Penny closed her eyes almost reflexively as the man's slippery finger
tip touched her in a place and manner that she'd never dreamed of.  If the
truth be known, Penny Ryan was quite the prude.

   "Clitoral hood is small but easily identifiable.  Subject responds to
clitoral palpation as anticipated." His voice droned on for another few
minutes, but Penny didn't comprehend much of it.  She was unexpectedly
distracted.  His finger tip moved quickly and skillfully.  A reflexive
shiver swept over Penny, eliciting knowing glances from the two men.

   Penny didn't realize what was happening until the adventure was already
in progress.  The nightmare that was Penny Ryan's day thus far was about to
culminate, beginning first with an unanticipated discovery, and ending with
one swift and nimble act.  Penny had all but given up her senseless
attempts at moving or endeavors to resist the man's attentions.  While she
lay enduing his touching as well as his dehumanizing clinical descriptions
of the most discrete areas of her femininity, Penny gradually became lost
in the moment.  His tantalizing fingers searched and sampled methodically
the previously unexplored realms of Penny's womanhood, moving ever so
gradually toward a predetermined goal.  For most young women Penny's age,
that target might seem rather obvious, but not for an inexperienced girl
such as herself.

   "Skene's glands appear to be quite active.  Subject is self-lubricating
after only," Alan glanced up at the big clock on the wall of the prep room.
"Nine minutes, fifty seconds," he commented.  Alan had examined countless
young women since coming to work for the Facility.  He knew exactly how to
proceed.  He pressed downward then slowly rotated the heel of his hand just
below the pubic bone.  In so doing, he brought direct pressure to bear
against Penny's clitoral area.  He then allowed the tip his middle finger
to slip between the labia minora and slide downward toward the vaginal
portal.  All the while he maintained a rhythmic palpation of the labia
majora using his remaining fingers and thumb.

   Penny felt like she was floating.  She vaguely heard the man say
something like, "The subject is gradually showing signs of involvement."
His hand squeezed and rubbed...squeezed and rubbed...squeezed and rubbed.

   So involved was Penny, in fact, that she was completely unaware that she
had been entered until she felt the first sensations of an odd, stinging
pressure that seemed to come from.

   "Inside!!!" Penny's mind shrieked as she was suddenly jolted back to the
present and to the pressing matters at hand.

   Almost simultaneously, Alan made the very same discovery.  "Oh my
goodness!" he said in a surprised voice.  He probed a little deeper.  The
girl's eyes registered the find as did the telltale rubbery resistance
against the tip of his finger.

   "What's wrong?" the second attendant asked.

   Penny was deeply embarrassed as she looked from one unsympathetic face
to the other.  For one thing, a man she'd never met until just a few
minutes ago currently had his finger inside of her body.  That in itself
was thoroughly mortifying.  But to make matters worse, this very same man
had just discovered her 'condition', as Penny referred to it.  "What would
he do now?" Penny fretted.  "Maybe he'd leave her be.  Maybe he really was
some kind of a doctor," she fantasized.

   "I never would have suspected..." Alan muttered thoughtfully.

   "What, man?  What?" the other asked impatiently.

   Alan smiled down at the distressed teenager on the table.  He wiggled
his finger tip playfully in her tight, vaginal opening, causing her big
hazel eyes to grow even wider.  If that were possible.  He placed his other
hand palm down onto Penny's rounded lower abdomen just above her pubic
arch.

   Then looking at his friend, Alan said, "Our little girl's a virgin.  Can
you believe it?"

   "You're kidding," the man answered.  "How old did you say she is?"

   "Miss Ryan is eighteen years and two months old, and it appears, that
she's been holding out on her friends all these years." Then looking Penny
directly in the eye, he said in mock chastisement, "That's not a very
sociable thing to do, Miss Ryan.  How do you expect a guy to get to know
you if you won't be nice.  I'll bet your friend John is very disappointed."

   Penny was so astounded by what the man was saying to her that she never
saw it coming.

   "It's time to put all of that kind of unacceptable behavior behind us,
Miss Ryan," the man stated evenly as though he were passing the time of
day. He squeezed Penny's lower belly gently but firmly with his left hand
until he was certain that he could feel the strong uterine muscles beneath
the soft skin.  "From this moment forward, Miss Ryan," Alan said when he
was ready.  "We will teach you the responsibilities that will be expected
of you as a woman."

   At the first syllable of the word 'woman', Alan plunged his outstretched
middle finger through Penny's hymen and into her delightfully supple
interior.  This was not Alan's first deflowering, however, he hadn't been
fortunate enough to participate in very many.  He did thoroughly enjoy
these memorable events.  He always felt such a sense of fulfillment in the
knowledge that he was personally instrumental in helping a young lady to
cast aside the bonds of childhood, thereby allowing her to realize her full
potential.

   A muffled "Awwwwkkk!" was the only sound that Penny uttered on this
momentous occasion.  It was indeed a special day for her, as it is for all
young women.  Penny Elaine Ryan would surely never forget her introduction
to womanhood.  There had been very little pain since it had all happened so
quickly and unexpectedly.  One sharp but very brief sting followed by a
slight tearing sensation was all that Penny felt.  There was only a small
amount of bleeding when Alan pulled upward, then downward with his impaling
digit then side to side, efficiently tearing away the pierced remains of
Penny's childhood.

   "There we are.  That's better," Alan cooed softly to the tormented
teenager as he slowly moved his finger in and out in her vaginal opening.
"Make a note," he spoke in the direction of the boom mic, "that Miss Penny
Elaine Ryan's hymen was penetrated at 1032 Hrs on August 14, 1999. 
Attending to her was Alan M..  The defloration was observed by Ernie T.. 
He winked in his friend's direction.  "Please also note that Miss Ryan
appears to be delightfully fit internally.  She is a very promising young
woman."

   Penny cried for a period of time following her defloration.  That was to
be expected.  The man named Ernie who'd witness the occasion took his leave
shortly afterward.  He was a busy man like all of the staff members at the
Facility.  They were each a part of a larger plan, an immeasurably
significant plan.

   Conceived of by the founder of the Facility, his "New Program" as he
still referred to it, for lack of an official title, was best described as
the "liberalization of the natural selection process".  The founder,
himself a man that society might classify as ungainly or even homely, had
always sympathized with persons born with unbecoming or even average
physical attributes.  For as long as he could remember he'd regarded the
process by which young women choose their intended mates, in particular
those blessed with stunning good looks, to be one-sided and unfair.  That
"Age of Innocense" as so many refer to the teenage years when most young
females begin to engage in the selection process, is not that at all.  In
today's climate of female "equality", it is more an age of insensitive
discrimination and ruthless winnowing.  More than once as a youth, he'd had
his heart ripped from his chest and cast into the garbage can by some
indifferent Aphrodite.  Many were the times he'd watched, helplessly as the
objects of his sweetest dreams and deepest desires selected others more
appealing and charismatic than himself, often brazenly as if to do
intentional harm to him.

   In days gone by, it was the male of the species who selected the mate.
It was a far more unbiased method, and one that was better suited to the
advancement of the human race.  For one thing, many societies condone and
even honor the man who cares for several females.  This is not to say that
men aren't discriminating in their choices, but the system of choosing and
keeping multiple mates, allows even the most ordinary female to achieve
security and companionship.  Females, on the other hand, given the same
choices, are more monogamous and far less forgiving.  They tend to cull and
discard more often than not.  It was this process that he vowed to change.

   For Penny Ryan, the process had just begun.  While she lay lamenting her
lost virginity and in general wishing she was dead, the man who'd done this
terrible thing to her had once again disappeared from her view.  Penny
could hear him busying himself nearby, but could not turn her head to see
what he was up to.  Following her debasement, the man had simply walked
away, leaving Penny's legs spread wide in a terribly demeaning position,
and that is how the unhappy teenager remained, until the man's face again
appeared between her knees.  Penny's embarrassment returned ten fold when
he said to her in a conversational tone of voice, "You have a lovely pussy,
Miss Ryan.  It is such a shame that no one has been able to enjoy you until
now." Penny blushed a deep crimson color.  "Well, that's all water under
the bridge, right." He smiled magnanimously.  Penny felt sick to her
stomach.  Her nausea was quickly replaced with another healthy dose of
shock, however when out of nowhere, the man said, "Speaking of water, I
noticed that while I was touching you earlier, you were leaking a little
bit." He paused.  "I'll bet my little girl needs to pee.  Am I right?" he
asked, smiling mischievously.

   Understandably, Penny had been rather distracted over the last half hour
or so, and was surprised to discover that she'd all but forgotten how badly
she'd had to go to the bathroom just prior to being brought to this crazy
place.  Now, at the very mention of the subject, Penny's desperate need to
urinate returned with a vengeance.  She really had to pee!

   "That's what I thought," the man said, reading the urgency on her pretty
face.  "Don't you worry your pretty head, my dear.  Alan is here to help.
You ready?" he asked stepping to the side of the table beside Penny's hips.
Her expression of mixed confusion and concern, made him smile.  He placed
his hand over Penny's lower abdomen.  Then without a word of warning or
preparation, he pushed his middle finger into her vagina as far as the
second knuckle.  Alan felt her belly flex and bulge under his palm on her
tummy.  He smiled at Penny who was once again beside herself.  "Let's see
if we can get one more in there, shall we.  You're in exquisite shape, Miss
Ryan," he commented as he slowly pushed a second finger into Penny beside
the first.  She winced.

   "Sorry, sweetheart.  I know you're not used to having anyone inside of
you, but you'll get used to it.  I promise.  We'll help you.  It's
important that you not try to fight me.  Just relax and let me in.  It'll
go much easier that way.

   When after a full minute of pushing and probing Alan was at last able to
work two fingers deep into the cramped confines of Penny's vaginal passage,
he smiled down at her.  "OK, let's go pee."

   Penny didn't understand at first.  She thought that of course he meant
to take her to the bathroom somehow.  To the contrary, Penny quickly found
out what he really meant, when he balled up his left fist and started
pushing down hard with it onto her lower belly, just above her pubic mound.
At the same time, from the inside, the man pressed upward with his two
fingers against the underside of her urinary bladder.  Penny couldn't
believe what he was doing to her.  "Was he totally nuts!" She fought hard
to resist the urge to let go, but the pain and pressure quickly became
unbearable.  And if that weren't enough, the wicked man started rolling his
knuckles downward over Penny's belly and up under her pubic arch. 
Meanwhile he continued to press against her bladder from the inside,
pushing then releasing in time to his external encouragment.

   "Just relax, sweetheart," Alan murmured to Penny.  "Let go, baby.  It's
alright.  Everything is alright." He rolled his big fist over Penny's soft
belly causing the young girl tremendous agony.  "Don't fight it, Penny. 
Just let it go."

   She struggled hard, but after another minute or so, Alan felt the first
hot trickle against the palm of his right hand.  With a big, perceptive
smile the man said, "That's my good girl.  I knew you needed to pee-pee. 
Let it all go, now, baby," he coached.

   Once the first trickle started, Penny knew she'd lost the fight.  With a
mixture of extreme self-consciousness and blessed relief, Penny allowed her
bladder to drain.  The experience of urinating more or less upon command
was bad enough, but it was made all the more dehumanizing when the man used
his hand to cup her urine stream, directing the hot liquid back onto her.
He even managed to keep his two fingers inside of her, while he cupped her
vulva and slowly massaged the pungent urine into her blond curls.  Penny
had never experienced such humiliation.  She could feel the hot liquid run
between the man's fingers then down between her ample buttocks.  After what
seemed an eternity to Penny, her bladder was at last empty.  The man could
tell she was finished when her vaginal muscles squeezed his finger tips in
sympathetic response to muscle groups that cut off Penny's urine flow.  The
ordeal was brief but thoroughly demeaning.  The tattered remnants of her
running suit absorbed only a small percentage of the liquid, and Penny was
further demoralized as she lay on the metal table in a cold pool of her own
urine.

   "You see, nothing to it, right?" the horrible man said cheerfully as he
removed his hand from Penny.  "I'm glad we had a chance to practice that,"
he said.  "Most of our girls don't get to try that until long after their
prepping." While he prattled on, Alan went about tugging the soaking wet
remains of Penny's Lycra running suit out from under her.  Next, the table
surface was tipped slightly, and after closing her knees together and
straightening her long legs, Alan gave the young woman a sponge bath.  When
that task was completed, he explained to the distressed girl that he was
going to shave her.  Penny was then forced to submit while the man used a
pair of electric clippers to shave away her golden curls.  She had no
choice but to suffer through the indignities of having her genital area
handled at will during the dreadful procedure.  When he was finished, Alan
commented on his work.  "That's so much better," he said as he gazed at the
ample lobes of female flesh between Penny's thighs.  "Just one more step
and we'll be finished." When Penny's face registered her concern, he
explained.  "I am about to use a cold laser on you, my dear.  Following
this procedure, you will never have to worry about those dreadful bikini
wax treatments again.  And you'll never have to shave again, ever.  Just
think of the freedom," he expounded.  "You don't have to worry.  It's
completely painless.  You won't feel a thing, I promise." He stepped away
from the table.

   When he returned, Alan held a pair of darkened goggles which he placed
over Penny's eyes.  "Just be patient, Miss Ryan.  This won't take too
terribly long.  I have to do your legs, your pussy, your tummy, your arms
and arm pits.  When we're through, you'll be as smooth as the day you were
born."

   Penny was terribly anxious since not only was she unable move, but now
she couldn't even see.  She heard a soft click followed by a continuous low
level hum.  As Alan directed the brilliant, flickering blue light over
every square inch of Penny's body, the hair follicles that were touched by
the penetrating beam of the laser were, in essence, switched off
permanently.  No burning was involved so there was no scaring or any marks
left on the surface of the denuded skin at all.  When at last, her goggles
were removed, Penny wasn't sure that anything had happened at all.  Before
removing her protective goggles, Alan used an air blower to dust away any
residue from the exfoliation treatment.

   Alan replaced the follicle laser in the case and returned to Penny's
side.  Smiling down at her he said, "You are a lovely girl, Penny." His
touch felt even more invasive against her bare labia when he placed his
hand on her.  "So much nicer now that we've gotten rid of all that
unsightly fur." Penny's legs thankfully were together now so all he was
able to do was to run the tip of one finger slowly up and down the slit
between her smooth and prominent labia majora while he continued with his
maddening patter.  "At the Facility we like our girls clean shaven.  Not
only is it more attractive, but we have found that due to our girls'
increased schedule of activities, being cleanly shaven is far more
hygienic."

   Alan rubbed Penny affectionately for several moments before he shrugged
casually and said, "So, we've removed your hymen and completed your laser
treatment.  You are probably curious what's going to happen next, I
imagine." He had her attention.  "At this point, we usually call upon a
member of our staff who is specially trained in our induction techniques to
work with the new Guest.  From now on, by the way, you will be referred to
as our Guest, Penny." He smiled warmly.  "The biggest majority of the
induction procedure involves the staff member making love to the new Guest
for several hours." He watched as the girl's facial expression clouded
over. "Richard called earlier, inquiring after you, Miss Ryan.  Richard is
one of our top Associates, and I'm told that he can do things with the
female anatomy that defy the imagination.  I've seen the results of
Richard's talents, Miss Ryan, and I can assure you that were you to spend
the rest of the morning with him, you would come away an entirely different
girl." He let the effects of his words settle into Penny's psyche.  He
could see quite clearly that she was very apprehensive now.

   With a much softer voice, Alan then said, "I've taken a liking to you,
Penny, and I wouldn't want to see your personality altered so quickly.  So,
I've pulled rank, as it were." He chuckled at his witticism.  "You will be
happy to know that rather than spending the afternoon with Richard, I
personally am going to help you to adjust to our little family.  It's going
to be just you and me, Penny," he said fondly.  "I might not be another
Richard B., but I know a thing or two about making a girl feel like a
woman." He winked at the nervous girl.  "In return, maybe you can help me
with a little experiment I've been working on.  You know, quid pro quo." He
smiled wickedly.  "So, let's get started, shall we," he said as he stepped
to the end of the exam table.

   Penny stared down at him over her nakedness.  She had no idea what to
expect.

   Alan gazed at the lovely and vulnerable teenager as he reached under the
edge of the table and flipped a hidden latch.











   The lower end of the shining steel table slowly separated as Alan
pulled. Penny's legs spread along with the two articulated wings of
specially designed examination table.  When at last Alan was satisfied, the
pretty teenager's legs were spread widely apart, giving him complete access
to her.  Moving then to the side of the table, Alan lay one of Penny's arms
across her tummy.  The other he arranged on the table's metal surface with
her palm facing upward.  Penny watched every move he made with growing
concern.  At last he seemed satisfied, and smiling at Penny he said, "Now
you just wait right here, Penny, and I'll be right back.  Then we'll get
started." He reached out and pinched her right nipple playfully before
moving out of sight.

   Penny listened to him as he moved about the room.  Cabinet doors opened
and closed.  At last she heard the sound of small wheels rolling on the
hard floor.  When Alan appeared beside her again, he pushed a small
instrument table on casters ahead of him.  Out of the corner of her eye,
Penny saw him produce a short piece of rubber tubing.

   "How are we doing?" Alan asked almost warmly as he slipped the tubing
under the elbow of Penny's outstretched left arm.  Penny stared dumbly up
at his face for a moment then slowly she lowered her gaze to his hands on
her arm.  "In a minute, Penny, you and I are going to get much better
acquainted." He smiled cheerfully.  "And then I've got a special surprise
for you, one I think that you'll really enjoy."

   Penny didn't like the sound of that at all as she lay staring at her
lifeless arm in the man's hands.  While she looked on, he expertly tied the
elastic tubing loosely around her left arm just above her elbow.  Penny
knew a tourniquet when she saw one.  "Is he going draw my blood, do you
think?  What kind of a nut house is this place?" She brooded.

   "A blood test.  It's got to be a blood test," Penny prayed when the man
produced a clear glass hypodermic syringe.  Its needle flashed in the
bright overhead lighting.

   Alan saw the worried look on the pretty teenager's face, and in a
soothing voice he said, "Now don't you worry, little one.  I've done this a
thousand times.  I've just never tried it at work before.  This is my
experiment, you see," he explained casually as he picked up a glass vial
containing a crystal clear liquid from the instrument stand.  "Remember our
little secret, Penny, my dear?" he asked smiling into her apprehensive
hazel eyes.  Then holding the glass vial upside down, the man pushed the
shining needle into the rubber gland at its neck.  "I promise never to tell
your boyfriend about you and me." He glanced down at the naked teenager and
saw her eyes widen.  "And in return, Penny, girl.  You have to promise me
that you won't tell anyone about our little experiment."

   Penny was very apprehensive now and also thoroughly confused.  She had
no idea what the insane man was talking about.  "What experiment?  What
secret?" she wondered.

   While Penny stared up at him from the table, Alan pulled back gently on
the plunger of the syringe.  As he did, the 3cc barrel slowly filled with
clear liquid.

   "Wait a minute," Penny thought as it finally dawned upon her that what
the man was doing wasn't what she'd previously surmised.  "He's filling the
syringe from that bottle.  He's not going to draw my blood," Penny
realized. "He's going to inject me with something!" Her expression clouded
over instantly.  "Awwrr...mohh!" she groaned stupidly.

   Alan stopped when the syringe was filled and pulled the needle out of
the vial.  After setting the vial aside, he held the syringe up to the
light.  Penny followed his movements with anguished eyes.  A tiny spurt of
the clear liquid jetted toward the ceiling from the sharp beveled tip of
the shining needle.

   Without looking down at her, the man murmured, "Ever tried cocaine, my
dear, Miss Ryan?" Penny's heart skipped a beat.  When Alan was satisfied
that there was no air remaining in the barrel of the hypodermic, he glanced
down at the obviously agitated young woman.  Then after a moment he said,
"Judging from your expression, my dear, I'd have to say the answer is
'No'." He smiled that wicked smile of his.  "I figured as much.  You being
such a special treat in the eyes of the world." He laid the syringe
carefully onto the top of the instrument stand.  "Well, I'll make you
another promise, Penny Ryan," Alan said as he moved slowly to the foot of
the table.  As he did, he let one hand trail down the smooth skin of
Penny's left leg.  Her flesh crawled beneath his touch.  As the man stepped
around the end of the table he let his finger tips tickle playfully down
the top of Penny's foot.

   "You're never going to forget this day, Penny Ryan," Alan said as he
moved between her legs which lay spread upon the wings of the special
examination table.  Penny stared down at him over her belly.  While she
looked on in growing horror, the man reached up under his lab coat, and
Penny heard the tell tale sound of a zipper.  She saw his hand moving under
his coat.  He stepped closer.  So close that she felt his hips brush
against the insides of her thighs.  Penny's lips quivered as she stared at
the man plaintively.  Ignoring her indisputable distress, Alan murmured
while he stroked himself to full erection, "I'm going to be your first man,
Penny.  I'm going to be the very first guy to fuck you.  Yes, I know," he
whispered when she tried to speak.  "It'll hurt a little at first, but
you're a big girl, Penny.  In no time at all, you're gonna take all of me
inside of you." From under his coat he produced himself for Penny to see.

   Alan was very well endowed for a man of reasonably slight frame. 
"Moohhhh," she moaned desperately when he pushed the broad head of his
wicked member downward and out of sight.  For the first time in her life,
Penny felt the heat of a male press against her most intimate flesh.  She
fell into a trance-like state of mind as the animal heat of him moved
slowly up and down between her quivering thighs.  Penny knew when he was at
her gates.  She felt him start to push against her, her hazel eyes slowly
dilating along with her vaginal portal.

   "Mmoohhh," Penny gurgled helplessly.

   "That's my girl," Alan murmured as he continued to apply a steady
pressure against Penny's ever widening entrance.  "Just relax, sweetheart.
Just relax and take me inside.  That's right." He smiled warmly into
Penny's staring eyes.  Her cheeks pursed out when the head of his penis
virtually popped through into her unexplored interior.  Reaching out, Alan
placed his hands around the lovely girl's wasp-like waist, holding her just
above her prominent pelvic crests.  He pushed with his hips.

   "Huuhhhhhhhh," the pretty teenager exhaled loudly as approximately two
inches of maleness pushed into her.  "Mmmmmmmm..." Penny moaned as she
fought an unseen battle.

   As advertised, the Ketamine in no way hindered the girl's control and
use of her internal musculature.  Alan was both gratified and surprised to
find just how strong she was, considering her lack of experience.  'Maybe
she does Kegel exercises," Alan speculated as he continued to apply steady
pressure.  He smiled at the distressed expression on Penny's face when
despite her best efforts, she lost another couple of inches to him.  Alan
had seven left to go.  He knew full well that he could have used any one of
several different methods to overpower the obstinate teenager, but to tell
the truth, he rather enjoyed the slower approach.  As each cubic inch of
Penny was displaced by him, he felt every convolution of her unexplored
womanhood.  Alan believed that his initial foray into Miss Penny Ryan would
be far more invasive and thorough by advancing slowly.  By the time he was
fully involved with Penny, he would know every centimeter of the young girl
intimately, and she him.

   With what might pass as an affectionate smile, Alan placed the palm of
his right hand onto Penny's tummy, just below her belly button.  "We're so
tense," Alan murmured in mock sympathy.  He rubbed her tummy slowly.  "Is
it really so bad?" he whispered.  "Making love to me, Penny?"

   Penny glared at him, hoping that her hatred and loathing were as plainly
evident in her eyes and her facial expression as they were in her heart. 
The man was obviously crazy.  He spoke to her like a long lost friend, when
in reality he was raping her.  Penny clung desperately to that thought as
she bravely fought his steady advance.  Beads of perspiration began to form
on her forehead and upper lip.  Penny was about to give in to him when
abruptly he ceased his forward thrusting.  Penny thought for a moment that
she'd won the war, but her hopes were quickly dashed when her attacker
spoke.

   "I think it's time for our little 'Experiment', Penny," he said.  "Maybe
then I can convince you to be nice." Alan reached out and tugged on the
ends of the tourniquet he'd wrapped around her arm earlier, drawing the
tubing tight with an audible "snap".

   "Owwww," Penny whimpered in response.

   "Sorry, my dear," the man said unemotionally.  Then he began to palpate
the soft skin in the crotch of Penny's elbow.  "Ah there we are," Alan said
smiling down at the large blue vein that arose beneath the girl's pale
skin. "This will be no problem at all.  You're a lucky girl, Penny.  Most
girls have such tiny veins.  Very hard to hit."

   Penny felt him tap the inside of her elbow a few times with his
fingertips before he turned to his instrument stand.  Alan picked up a
prepackaged alcohol wipe and tore open its foil wrapper.  Penny's eyes
darted nervously from his face to her arm as he proceeded to dab at the
inside of her elbow with the sterilizing swab.  Then he picked up the
hypodermic.

   Penny's expression turned instantly to one of unveiled terror as she
followed the man's hands with her eyes.

   "Mmmmmm....  mmmmooohhhh," Penny moaned pitifully as he moved the tip of
the syringe toward her paralyzed left arm.

   "Hush, now, little one.  This won't hurt at all," Alan cooed softly as
he pressed the shining needle against the almost transparent skin of
Penny's inner elbow.  The tender skin dimpled in for an instant before
being punctured.  Next, Alan felt the slight resistance of the vein wall
just before it too was penetrated.

   Penny stared helplessly up at the man's face which was presently awash
with concentration.  Penny had always hated shots and couldn't bring
herself to look down at the needle in her arm.  She had no idea what to
expect.

   "There we are," Alan murmured approvingly when after pulling gently back
on the glass plunger pf the syringe, he was rewarded with the gratifying
sight of a tiny plum of bright red blood which jetted into the clear
contents of the hypodermic.  "We're almost finished, Penny, my dear."
Holding the syringe firmly in his right hand, Alan carefully untied the
elastic tourniquet.  Then staring purposefully at the pretty teenager
before him on the table, Alan said almost casually, "I am going to fuck you
now, Penny Ryan, and do you want to know a secret?" he added with his
annoying, mischievous smile.  "Once this clinical grade cocaine makes its
way into your bloodstream, my dear girl, you're going to fuck me back," he
explained to the astounded blond teenager as casually as though he were
giving her directions to the super market.

   Upon hearing this, Penny immediately clamped down on him again in
preparation for the inevitable onslaught.  "If she could hold him off once,
she could do it again," Penny thought.

   Alan felt her brace herself.  "That's good.  That's good," he murmured
as he slowly depressed the plunger.  "You're a very fit young lady, my
dear." Penny felt a very slight warmth in the crotch of her elbow.  When
approximately half of the clear solution had disappeared into Penny's vein,
Alan stopped then slowly drew the plunger back.  "You and I are going to
become really good friends, this morning, Penny.  I do hope that your
'steady' won't be too upset that I am going to be your first true love," he
said patronizingly.  He watched the contents of the syringe turned a dark
sanguine red as they mixed with Penny's blood.

   "Huuhhhhhhhh," Penny huffed as the first whispering of the cocaine rush
tickled at her nervous system.  She felt her heart rate clime dramatically
as she gazed up into the comprehending face of her attacker.

   Alan watched her eyes closely as he again advanced the plunger of the
syringe, slowly injecting its entire contents into his sweet companion's
circulatory system.  Already she'd begun to tremble noticeably as Alan
quickly withdrew the needle from her arm and swabbed the injection site
with another alcohol wipe from the instrument tray.  "Cleanliness is next
to Godliness," he murmured.  By the time he'd placed the empty syringe into
the tray, the pupils of Penny's eyes were so dilated they'd completely
eclipsed her irises making her eyes appear almost entirely black.

   Things quickly became very confusing for Penny.  She knew the man was
talking to her, but his words reverberated, sounding tinny and distant. 
Her field of vision started to narrow until all she saw was her new
companion standing between her legs.  A sparkling aura surrounded his
smiling face.  Again he spoke, but Penny was beyond understanding.  Penny's
world exploded into riotous hodgepodge of sensory phenomena.  She felt a
power and vitality like nothing she'd ever experienced before. 
Unrecognizable crashes of sound and dizzying lights swirled about her.  Her
flesh became super-sensitized to the slightest touch.  Her lover's hands
virtually sizzled with electricity when he placed them upon her breasts.

   Just seconds later the real love making began.  For well over an hour
Penny entertained her first lover, providing him carnal delights beyond
description.  For Penny, the experience would become permanently etched in
her psyche.  It would be and episode and an education that she would never
forget.  Even the activities of the ensuing days as a Guest of The Facility
would pale by comparison to that eventful morning with Alan.

   It would also mark the beginning of a long and meaningful relationship
for the young lady and her new lover.  Once prepped, Guests are then
released into the general population of The Facility where they are
expected to provide comfort and entertainment to the many discerning
Clients who come to them daily.  Although Penny's new duties would require
her to accomodate many lovers, her hosts would see to it that she and Alan
would have ample opportunity to spend quality time together.
   Continued...  SM