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(M/f-teen, ped, nc, bd) *** Author Note: 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! *** She was quite young, perhaps fourteen. She was slim of figure with luscious long blond hair that hung below her slim waist. She was so exquisitely lovely, in fact, that it almost hurt him to look upon her. He'd taken her directly to his "Entertainment Center" in the basement. The chloroform he'd used to subdue her and get her into his van would wear off soon, and although no one would hear her should she scream or call out due to the chamber's sound proof construction, he preferred not to deal with any unnecessary struggling. He used EMT shears to cut away her blue jeans rather than try to wrestle the tight fitting britches over her shapely hips, and besides, he had strapped her to his "Gaming Table", as he called it, so that her long legs were spread widely apart. The shears made quick work of the soft blue denim, leaving the girl clad only in her sleeveless T-shirt and panties. The little T-shirt didn't stand a chance. One cut up the front and two snips of the thin shoulder straps, and it joined her jeans in the growing pile of ruined clothing on the carpeted floor. The sheer perfection of the young girl brought tears to his eyes as she lay before him in her matching pale blue bra and panties. She was a small-breasted child, he noted, and the brassiere she wore was not much more than a training bra. He enjoyed little breasts. They felt better beneath the tongue. Her pretty little panties revealed a very pleasing bulge right were a young lady should be pleasing. His specially designed table had a raised area built into it which elevated the hips slightly, enhancing the already enticing specter of loveliness between the young girl's sleek thighs. He'd decided earlier that he would leave the bra and panties in place until he was ready to begin, believing that removing them once she was conscious would be more fulfilling. "She's going to be a real pleasure to get to know," he thought wistfully as he glanced at his wrist watch. It wouldn't be long now before she regained consciousness. To pass the time he checked the velcro restraint bands at her wrists and ankles. They were secure, but not so tight as to restrict circulation. When he'd originally drawn up the plans for his "Gaming Table" he'd included a cummerbund style waist restraint, but experience had since proven that it was not only unnecessary, but also interfered with the natural body movements of his young friends during play. He'd entertained several young ladies over the years, and all had enjoyed time on his special table. The well used piece of furniture was of sturdy construction. Its padded surface was in the shape of a "T" and was covered in supple brown leather. The lower end of the table was split down the center and hinged in such a manner as to allow the two wings to be separated, offering him greater accessibility to his little playmates. The whole arrangement was mounted on a pedestal style base that was adjustable to any height or angle to the floor. He'd added a few little niceties over the years, like swing out instrument trays and the raised wedge in the area of the occupant's hips. We all know the benefits of a pillow placed under a young lady's rear end during intercourse. The hip wedge served the very same purpose. His back was turned when the first soft groan came from his table. He'd been preparing his instruments, and all was now in readiness. He turned and walked casually to the side of the table and its lovely young occupant. "Good morning, my dear," he said in a friendly tone of voice. Actually it was late afternoon, but the erroneous time references helped to keep his guests disoriented. There were no windows in his basement entertainment center. Even the clock on the far wall ran at half speed. It was a very well designed facility with every detail attended to. "W-who are you, and w-where am I?" the girl asked. She looked rather groggy still and oh, so delectable. She twisted her head to one side, hoping to identify her surroundings then she looked up at the man who stood beside her. For some reason her vision was very blurry. She tried to raise a hand to her face, but quickly discovered that she was unable to move. He could see the apprehension growing in her pale blue eyes. Her pupils were extremely dilated from the eye drops he'd administered. The drops prevented her eyes from focusing, making it impossible for her to identify him. Her leg jerked reflexively when he put his hand on her thigh. "Now don't you worry, my sweet girl, no one's going to hurt you." As he spoke he allowed his finger tips to trace their way up the top of her right thigh, across her marvelously flat tummy then down the other leg nearest him, stopping just above her left knee. He gave her an affectionate little squeeze, and felt the muscles flex beneath her smooth warm skin. She was a strong girl. "STOP IT!" she insisted. He could tell she was frightened, but he also detected from her tone of voice that she was accustomed to getting her own way. Extremely pretty girls usually do. He removed his hand and moved nearer the head of the table. Leaning with both hands on its edge, he said casually, "Now don't be like that, sweetheart. You and I are destined to become good friends. I just know it." She stared up at him blankly, trying to focus. Her cheeks had taken on some color finally, and her perfect lips were slightly parted revealing a row of sparkling white teeth. Her neck was willow thin and her complexion was absolutely blemish-free as he allowed his eyes to travel over her upper body, noting the somewhat broad shoulders and delicate collar bones. Placing his right hand onto her shoulder, he ran it gently down her outstretched arm which was restrained with her palm facing upward to one of the table's cross arms. "You be nice to me, and I'll be very nice to you, baby," he murmured, as he walked his finger tips across the softness of her inner elbow. Beneath her translucent skin he observed the outlines of two rather large, blue veins. "Look Mr... Like, I don't know who you are or anything, but if you let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone about this." She turned her head first one way then the other. Then at last she lay gazing up at the blurry image of the man who leaned over her. He let her bargain on for a minute while he slowly palpated the soft flesh of her inner elbow. He could feel the bulge of one vein in particular just beneath the surface of her fair skin. "It would do nicely," he thought to himself. "My dad's a lawyer, and he's got a lot of money, if it's money you want," she offered. Then when the man said nothing, she said in a more pleading tone. "Look Mr. Please let me go, and I swear to you, I'll forget all about this. I promise." "Now you're hurting my feelings, sweetheart," he responded with a wicked chuckle. "I was hoping that you'd never forget. I want you always to remember our time together, my dear," he added as he reached down and began to fumble with the catch between the cups of her bra. Her skin was exquisitely warm against the backs of his fingers. "Hey, cut it out! Quit it!" she yelped in a panicky voice. "Now you be still, sweetheart. Surely you don't mind if a friend has a look at your little titties," he muttered. "Oh, my, baby. You haven't been wearing one of these for very long, have you," he commented somewhat breathlessly as he deftly folded the soft cups of the brassier to either side, exposing her two pale, girlish cones. Each was topped with a tiny erect nipple and satiny areolae smaller than quarters. "Stop it! No don't!" she cried and started to strain against her bonds. Her struggling served to animate her firm adolescent breasts, making them jiggle enticingly. Without hesitation he reached down and pinched first one little nipple and then the other, causing the girl to squawk then shriek at the top of her lungs. The shrillness of her cry lanced into his ears like an ice pick. "We're simply going to have to stop all of this shouting, my dear," the man said. As he spoke he cupped one small breast in his powerful hand. He felt her tense up. Beneath the relatively soft outer mass of breast tissue, he could feel the denser mammary gland. He began to apply pressure. "You don't have to worry about waking the neighbors, my dear," he said. "Unngh!" she groaned when he squeezed her a little harder. "My entertainment center, as I like to call it, is completely soundproof. Your continued caterwauling will only serve to give you a sore throat and me sore ears, but suit yourself. If screaming makes you feel better, I can always wear ear plugs." She relaxed a little and stared up at him with a look of pure hatred as he released her breast. With his finger tips he traced the line of her rib cage down to the top of her belly. He enjoyed watching her stomach muscles spasm beneath his touch. "Please don't hurt me," she begged pitifully as the man spread his rough palm out onto her flat tummy. His touch felt hot. "Hurt you? Why I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart. I want us to become very special friends," he murmured, as he started to rub her tummy in slow circles. "I want us to spend lots of quality time together." Her belly was amazingly soft, although when she twisted her supple body, the muscles beneath her smooth skin flexed as hard as plywood. "She would be powerful on the inside too," he suspected. "But first, I want to get to know you a little better," he spoke in a level voice as without warning he slipped his hand under little blue satin bow in the center of the narrow elastic waist band and into her panties. The resulting shriek of surprise and dismay that resulted really did hurt his ears, but the pain was well worth it, for the bulge in her panties that he'd observed earlier in no way belied the young lady's true qualities. "Oh, my goodness gracious, my dear girl," he said gruffly. "I think you and I are going to become very, very good friends." The bulge in the young girl's panties grew and the contours of the man's knuckles became visible, moving rhythmically beneath the smooth blue satin. Just below his wrist which protruded from under the cute satin bow, her tummy heaved in time to his tender loving touch. At first he amused himself by toying with her pubic covering, tugging gently at the soft curls and letting them slip between his fingers. He pressed his finger tips against the wonderful fullness of her nubile womanhood, reveling in the resilience of her intimate flesh, and he wondered if he was the first to touch her. "Probably not. They start so young now," he reminded himself. For awhile she insisted upon thrashing her hips about and making an almost unbearable racket. But as young ladies will do more often than not, she eventually realized that her struggles were in vain and began to settle down a bit. "That's my girl," he commented casually, feeling her begin to give in to the inevitable. "That's not so bad, is it?" he asked as he carefully extended his middle finger between her unusually heavy labia majora. She winced but refrained from crying out as he explored her more thoroughly. "Surely a pretty girl like you has had a boy's hand in her panties before now," he said. Then in a whisper, "Haven't you, baby? Haven't you." She was quite warm but rather dry down there, which wasn't surprising considering the circumstances. For many long minutes he manipulated her while she continued to stare at him, and he at her. Then when his probing finger found one of her "special places", her lips parted slightly, and a priceless expression of pained innocence and curiosity graced her lovely face. He smiled at the lovely child as he moved his finger tip slowly back and forth across her vaginal portal. "That's my girl," he murmured affectionately. For the moment he refrained from entering her. That pleasure he reserved for later. "You're a lovely young lady, my dear," the man commented, removing his hand from her panties at last. She relaxed visibly. He picked up his shears. "Let's take these down," he said, as he cut through the thin satin panties over each of her hips. "After all, we wouldn't want anything to come between us so early in our relationship, now would we," he added with that wicked chuckle of his. "No! Don't! Please!" the girl pleaded. "Shhh... shhh... shh," he whispered as he took the corners of the small triangle of blue satin in his fingertips and folded it slowly downward between her legs. "Oh, my! You are indeed a lovely child," he uttered dryly as he feasted his eyes upon her. She was a natural blond, that much was for certain, judging from her golden curls which described a narrow, wispy line down the center of her vulva. The rest she apparently kept neatly trimmed. The entire effect was extremely pleasing to the eye, but he was growing tired of just looking. The man moved to the foot of the table and stepped between the two leg extensions. His exquisite young prize lay spread open before him with the remains of her panties hanging down below her buttocks. With one quick tug, he pulled the ruined under garment from beneath her rear end like a magician pulling a table cloth from under a setting for six. He brought the soft fabric up to his face and nibbled at the cotton center panel with pursed lips, letting her musky bouquet titillate him. "You smell divine, my dear girl," he murmured into the fragrant satin. She looked away in disgust. By averting her gaze momentarily, she failed to notice when he knelt between her legs, and her gasping squeal of surprise was almost comical when the man kissed her where no one had ever kissed her before. Reflexively she jerked her hips upward, unwittingly crushing herself against his mouth. The man obliged her by extending his tongue and wiggling his nose and lips farther between her supple outer labia. A very pleasing moan escaped the youngster when he began to nibble and kiss. The essence of young female which he'd briefly sampled on her panties was multiplied to a power of ten as he deftly flicked the tip of his tongue along the edges of her slight inner petals. Her rich fragrance and that subtle unwashed ambiance that most young ladies unfortunately attempt to disguise, washed over him like a warm, moist wave. "Ohhh... NOOO!" she moaned. His oral attentions were more than likely a first for her. He gave her two tender kisses exactly over her vaginal entrance and then raised his head. "You like that don't you, sweetheart," he murmured, then placed the palm of his right hand over her prominent pubic mound. "Nnnnno... STOP!!" she groaned through pursed lips when the wicked man began to rotate his thumb slowly, pressing down on her "special place". Wendy Larson wasn't a virgin, but there had only been the one time. She still wasn't sure why she'd given in to Gregg Prentiss. In retrospect he'd proven to be clumsy and utterly unsatisfying. He'd made several attempts to woo her in the past, all of them unsuccessful. On one occasion he'd actually managed to get his hand into her panties, but she'd slapped him and demanded that he take her home. Then on that fateful afternoon for some unknown reason she'd let him try again, and quite by accident, Wendy suspected, Gregg'd managed to touch her in such a way that made her forget everything her parents had ever taught her about being proper and patient and about saving herself for just the right young man. His awkward and unskillful caresses had inadvertently opened a door into a part of her that she'd not known before, a part of her that both excited her and frightened her, and that afternoon Gregg Prentiss got lucky. "Yes you do, baby," the man purred when his rubbing caused her to begin to roll her hips slowly from side to side. "You like it a lot, sweetheart. I know you do," he murmured then leaned down and using the very tip of his tongue, he licked her twice just below where he was rubbing her with his thumb. The results were quite satisfactory. The pretty youngster made that pleasant little squeak like when he'd first kissed her down there. Then she jerked her hips a couple of times convulsively as a jolt of carnal energy shot through her. The door was opening. More out of curiosity than anything else he used his thumbs to spread her heavy labia. "Have we been a good girl?" he murmured rhetorically as he opened her further with his finger tips. The girl remained silent, not really knowing what to expect from her captor. "Now let me see," he muttered as he gingerly probed her small entrance with the tip of his index finger. Meeting with no resistance, his first knuckle disappeared without so much as a peep out of her. "Well what do you know," he chuckled after a moment. He removed his finger. "No bleeding," he noted. "Our little girl's had herself a boyfriend or two. Now isn't that special." She blushed hotly as she lay bound to the unusual table while the strange and frightening man examined her and commented on her sexual experience. She felt the cool room air waft against her moistened intimate flesh and secretly wished he would kiss her down there just once more. "How many boys have you been with, my dear?" he asked as he removed his hands from her and stood. He was surprised when she answered, "Just one," in a quiet little voice. "Just one. Well isn't that nice," the man said, letting his hand trail up the length of her slim body as he moved to the head of the table. "Will you let me go now, please, Mr.?" she pleaded. "Oh, now you don't want to leave yet do you, baby? Let's have a little fun first, just the two of us," he said as he reached beneath the edge of the table and extended an instrument tray on a swing arm, positioning it below the girl's outstretched left arm. "You need to give me a chance," he added. "I'm a pretty nice fellow really, once you get to know me. Who knows. Maybe you'll let me be your boyfriend too." Wendy didn't like the sound of that one bit but was soon distracted by some clattering noises coming from her left. Her vision was still so blurry that she couldn't tell what the man was doing, and at last her curiosity got the best of her. "What're you gonna do to me?" she asked naively. "It's a surprise," the man replied in a distracted sort of way. As he spoke, he carefully withdrew the slim needle of the 3cc hypodermic syringe from the glass vial of clear liquid. The syringe was full as he held it up to the light and thumped its barrel with a finger to dislodge any air bubbles which might have adhered to its inner walls. It was a big dose. Next he carefully removed the needle from the syringe and then fitted it to one end of a length of clear catheter tubing. The other end of the catheter he attached to the syringe. Grasping the end of the syringe plunger with his finger tips he gingerly depressed it. Instantly the clear liquid traveled the length of the catheter until one tiny drop of the exceptionally high grade cocaine hydroxide contained in the syringe appeared at the beveled tip of the needle. At that point he stopped and placed the assembly carefully onto the instrument tray. He then filled a second hypodermic and placed it beside the first on the stainless steel tray. Next he took an alcohol wipe from an open small glass container, and with it he sterilized an area on the inside of the young girl's left elbow. When he first pressed the cool wipe against her tender skin she jumped. "Wh-what?" she started to ask. "Be still now," the man said more sternly as he tied an elastic tourniquet tightly around her arm just above the elbow. She knew something was up now and was becoming more agitated by the minute. "Why... what... Hey! W-what's going on?" she asked breathlessly, craning her neck to see in spite of her impaired vision. "Blood test," he lied in an attempt to appease the girl. "But..." she began to argue before he cut her off. "We need to see if your last little boyfriend gave you anything." It was a lame story, but it seemed to work. She relaxed a little. He'd have to remember that one for future reference. "Now hold very, very still and it'll be all better before you know it. I promise," he said as he moved the shining tip of the needle toward the girl's fare skin. The tourniquet had done the trick as usual, coaxing the veins below the skin at the injection site to stand up and be counted. This young lady would be quite easy for her veins were large for a female, indicative of good circulation. "One little prick," he whispered as he pressed the sharp needle to her flesh causing the fair skin to dimple inward for a fraction of a second. "Ow!" she whimpered and flinched a bit, but the restraint band held her arm firmly in place. As soon as the needle passed through her skin, the man felt the slight resistance of the vein wall beneath. Then with a silent "plink" which was felt rather than heard, the tip of the needle entered the vein. "Almost there," he muttered to himself. "What did you say?" she asked. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just hold still for one more minute, and then you can move all you want to," he said in a gentler tone of voice. Taking great care, he pushed the shining needle the rest of the way into her flesh until its base pressed against her pale skin. He then pulled two pre-cut pieces of surgical tape from the edge of the instrument tray and taped the needle in place. "Now for the test," he thought to himself. Reaching for the syringe which lay in the instrument tray, he grasped the end of the plunger between two fingers and tugged on it ever so gently. A big smile spread across his face when as he watched, the clear catheter tubing darkened, and almost instantly a tiny plume of bright red blood jetted into the glass barrel of the hypodermic, mixing with its clear contents and turning the solution a light pink color. "We're in," he whispered. This was the first time he'd tried the catheter equipment. On previous occasions he'd been forced to inject his young partners then rush the rest of the engagement to completion. Now by using the catheter system, he could make the experience more memorable for his little beauty queen because he would be able to better regulate the dosage of the mood enhancing drug throughout their entire tryst. She seemed relaxed for the moment, but there was no telling how long that would last. Moving with a purpose, the man released his trousers, and quietly stepped out of them. He glanced down at the instrument tray to be sure that the syringe containing his own recreational dose of the powerful stimulant drug was ready. It always paid to double check. Timing was everything in this game. Picking up a big tube of K-Y Jelly, he applied a healthy dollop to the top of the shaft of his fully erect penis then spread the lubricant over its bulbous head and along its considerable length . She was a little dry and he wanted her to experience his "all" at just the right moment. Lubrication would surely help him to introduce all eleven inches of himself to her as quickly and with as little difficulty as possible. He glanced over at her trim figure. Soon he would know her completely. "I have a big surprise for you, my dear," he said softly while pushing on the plunger of the syringe. When about 1cc of its contents had traveled up the hair thin catheter and vanished into his perspective mate, he stopped. She was staring at him, but thanks to his special eye drops, she couldn't see exactly what he was up to. She probably felt a slightly warming sensation in the crotch of her elbow, but that would be all for now. "You okay baby?" he asked with genuine concern. She nodded, but she looked very nervous. "Good, just one more minute." He pulled back on the plunger and watched as the solution contained within the syringe quickly turned a darker shade of red as approximately 1cc of the girl's blood mixed with the remainder of the drug in its barrel. This was a process known as booting. Its purpose was to facilitate better dispersal of the injected solution throughout the circulatory system. The net effect of the exercise would be to greatly enhance and prolong her experience and consequently, his own. Holding the syringe with his left hand he reached over and unfastened the tourniquet. Then he carefully draped the fine catheter tubing across her belly as he stepped around the end of his table and between her legs. She was a dream come true as she lay spread before him. He hoped that she, like a few of the others, would in time come to appreciate him. Again he slowly depressed the plunger of the syringe, allowing 2cc's of the blood/cocaine solution to travel the length of the catheter and disappear into the youngster's arm before he stopped once again. He looked down at her lovely face. "Here comes your surprise, baby," he murmured to the confused girl. While he watched, her expression began to change. "You still? You ready for your surprise?" he cooed. "I-I..." she began to say, but abruptly fell silent, her face suddenly taking on an expression of curious wonder. She failed to notice when he reached down and caressed her small breasts, one at a time. The once satiny smooth skin of her tiny areolae was now puckered and tightly drawn. Beneath his palm her little nipples were as hard as glass. Her journey was beginning. "Wh-whaaa?" Her eyes were the size of saucers as she began to roll her head from side to side. "Easy, sweetheart," the man murmured as he refilled the syringe with her blood. This would be the final phase of the injection. Already a good percentage of the powerful cocaine was arriving at her brain. When the barrel of the hypodermic was practically filled with dark red blood, the man stopped. She was gasping now and straining at her bonds. He swung the instrument tray closer and laid the syringe still connected to the catheter carefully onto it. Next he picked up the other syringe he'd prepared for himself, and after pumping his fist several times, he found a suitable blood vessel and injected himself with 3 cc's of the powerful stimulant drug. He would need to move quickly now if he wanted to experience the young girl at the peak of her potential. Grasping his manhood in his right hand, he stepped forward and slowly stroked its blood engorged head up and down between his young playmate's ample outer folds. She was marvelously hot, as he felt her soft petals yield to his hunting. "Ohh... oh... oh," her breathless cry reverberated in his ears. Soon the two of them would be one. His heart raced and his vision was starting to narrow as he gazed down at his young prize. Her eyes were open wide, and her face was a portrait of wonder and grace. She would not be cognizant for much longer. "That's my girl. You be real nice now," he murmured gruffly and pushed forward with his hips and thighs. He felt her start to stretch and dilate. Wendy licked her lips. "Muuhhhhh," she huffed, blinking slowly. She saw the horrible man lean closer to her, but at the same time he moved farther away. Her surroundings looked like she was staring out from inside of a fish bowl. He was speaking to her, but his voice sounded tinny and distant, and the words reverberated, "be nice... nice... really nice..." A sizzling aura surrounded him. Wendy's heart raced in her chest. She was exceptionally tight which wasn't surprising for a girl of her tender age and lack of experience, but he could feel her giving in. Her gates were slowly opening. Soon she would take him in. Supporting his shaft with his hand, he pressed forward harder. Wendy's world was delaminating quickly. At first an avalanche of incomprehensible patterns and oscillating sounds swept over her, disorienting her, frightening her. Then in an utterly silent instant she watched her body shatter at the molecular level and explode like the birth of a galaxy. As though she were riding a tsunami, a cacophony of riotous tones played by a maniacal organist then took Wendy and carried the fragments of her being to the far corners of the universe. She was fighting him, albeit unconsciously, but she was resisting him none the less. Placing his free hand onto her tummy, he realized that the muscles beneath her soft skin were flexed hard. Although his own dosage of the stimulant drug had him in its grip, he was able by force of will alone to proceed. "Relax, sweetheart," he whispered breathlessly. "Let me in, baby. Let me inside," he said as he began to kneed her abdomen as one would when coaxing placental delivery during child birth. Apparently that was the key required to unlock her gates, because in an instant he was in her. In fact he had to catch himself with one hand on the edge of the table or he would have fallen onto her, so quickly did his well lubricated love engine move into his young partner. The only sound to be heard to herald their final union was the visceral "splatter" of displaced air trapped in her vaginal passage as it escaped around his impaling member. "That's my girl," he gasped as he reveled in the splendor of her youth and fitness. Glancing downward he noticed that he was only two thirds of the way toward fulfilling the young beauty. Then he remembered the syringe containing the remainder of her dosage. This is what he'd been waiting for. Grabbing for the syringe, he took care not to allow it to slip from his grasp, due to the K-Y Jelly he'd gotten on his hands. Then as he slowly pushed the plunger of the syringe forward, he simultaneously pushed another plunger forward. The mixture of blood and cocaine gradually disappeared from the barrel of the syringe ahead of the advancing rubber tipped plunger, traveling up the thin catheter and into his sweet mate. Unlike the smooth glass bore of the syringe, the fleshy head of his manhood moved through a convoluted corridor that virtually sizzled with energy. Sequential ripples traveled up and down the length of him as she accepted each additional inch. To this day he would not know how he'd managed to remove the catheter from her arm and sterilize the injection site, but somehow he'd done it. After all, he was a stickler for cleanliness. The last thing he remembered clearly was gazing down at his charming young companion, and seeing her tummy heave outward as he felt himself nestle firmly up against her cervical. So far there had been no outward reaction to his presence from his young lover, and for several moments he held perfectly still while the powerful cocaine flooded his being. A profound sense of solidarity swept over him as he felt the young girl embrace him vaginally. He and she were indeed one. Wave upon wave of scintillating energy flowed through Wendy until every nerve ending in her body sizzled with carnal fire. Then suddenly she sensed a presence. Something was there at the center of her being, something white hot. As quickly as her universe had burst asunder, expanding outward like the shock wave from a nuclear explosion, Wendy imploded. Like a video tape on rapid rewind, she folded inward toward the solar flare at her core, pulled toward the inferno like a moth to a flame. Wendy sought after that heat. She sensed the source of the blaze lay deep inside of her, but she couldn't seem to reach it. Slowly as though she were discovering those muscles that are distinctly female for the very first time, she reached out with her womanhood and grabbed for the flaming brand. It was at that moment that Wendy's mysterious emotional door flew open and her inner wildcat emerged. It came as a bit of a surprise to him when the lovely youngster suddenly became a very active participant in their love making. He'd only just begun to deliver slow strokes to her, taking great pleasure in feeling every inch of her as she clung to him upon egress and then embraced his return. It began with a long, low groan which seemed to come up from some secret place, long hidden. If the truth be known, it was more of a growl than a groan; an animal sound. Next came the thrusting of her hips as she sought to impale herself upon him, keeping him always inside. Although she remained restrained during the entire engagement, she proved to be a spectacularly athletic lover. For one so inexperienced, her vaginal agility was nothing short of astonishing, and her heightened internal sensitivity allowed her to feel and respond to his every move. Their love making went on for hours, the powerful stimulant drug drastically increasing their stamina. Through the years, he'd enjoyed the company many a young woman as guests in his secluded Entertainment Center, but none could hold a candle to this girl. Most of his young prizes he released "into the wild" once he'd had his fill of them. Some he'd kept for as long as a month or two, but as a rule two weeks was adequate time for him to discover, sample and savor just about anything a young lady might have to offer. This child, on the other hand, he wanted to take his time with, he decided as he reluctantly stepped away from the table. He felt utterly drained, and rightfully so. Gazing down at her loveliness as she lay slumbering fitfully he noticed that a rather sizeable puddle of fluid had collected on the floor directly beneath his young lover's rear end. He couldn't recall exactly how many times he'd inseminated the girl, but it had been several times. Her once wispy blond pubic curls now lay damp and matted against her flesh. Her labia had remained parted after so many hours vigorous love making, and while he watched an internal contraction caused a bit more of his offerings to emerge from within, run slowly over her puckered nether opening, which by the way, he would investigate at a later date, and drip to the floor. "plip" "Perhaps I'll keep this one," he mused. End *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 79