Message-ID: <32002asstr$997841401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: StoryMaster X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Report-Abuse-To: abuse@uncensored-news.com X-T.O.S.: http://www.uncensored-news.com/terms.html X-Original-Path: news5.uncensored-news.com Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "Entertainment Center 2.1" [M~TeenF, nc] Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 22:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, t4425 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. Entertainment Center - 2.1 "What ya got in here anyway, buddy?" the UPS driver asked in a good natured way. "Whatever it is, it's a heavy son of a bitch," he added when the man didn't answer. "Where do I sign?" he asked brusquely. The driver held out his electronic receipt pad. "Right there, buddy" he replied, indicating the small rectangular touch pad. The truck driver didn't much like the looks of this one. He was weird looking. Kinda scary even. "OK, that'll do `er," the UPS man said, retrieving his pad. "She's all yours." With that, he stepped on a pedal at the rear of his hand truck, causing a lever to shove the bottom of the heavy crate off the small bed and onto the customer's front porch. "So long now," he said as he headed for his truck. The man on the porch did not answer but stood stone still and watched while the brown truck drove away. Once he was certain that the coast was clear, the man hurried into the house and returned moments later with his own dolly. Then after a brief struggle he got the heavy crate loaded and through the front door. "Oh, you're a beauty, you are," he mumbled affectionately as he set what had to be the connecting rod aside and began sorting through the bags of fasteners and other small parts. "I know someone who's really gonna like you," he chuckled. He probably could have built one himself, but the machines advertised at www.fuckingmachines.com appeared to be so well constructed and perfectly suited to his purposes that he decided, "Why bother?" So he'd ordered one, and here it was. As advertised the machine was well engineered and surprising easy to assemble. With only a very few modifications it would easily fit onto his "Gaming Table", and then it would be time for some introductions. For at that very moment beneath his old house in a very secret place that he referred to simply as his "Entertainment Center" his latest house guest awaited him. Usually he went for the blond haired girls, but this one was so remarkably cute, that he decided to make an exception. According to his records, her name was Kelly Headings. She was a lovely chestnut haired beauty with fair skin and big dark green eyes. The man estimated Kelly's age to be thirteen, but it was difficult to tell since young girls seemed to mature so quickly these days. Certainly those who had been fortunate, or unfortunate enough, as the case may be, to have been a guest in his Entertainment Center grew up very fast indeed. Her abduction hadn't posed much of a challenge for the man, but then again, he'd had a lot of experience. After studying the Headings girl's comings and goings for a few weeks, he determined that she was pretty much of a loaner, unusual for one so very attractive, but he'd take any break he could get. For one reason or another candidates for house guests had been few and far between lately, and he was beginning to feel starved for company. His last visitor had held up better than most. "Wendy her name was," he recalled wistfully. She'd been the first to try his catheter injection system, and perhaps it had been the massive doses of cocaine-hydroxide he'd given her that allowed the girl to last as long as she had. Yes, Wendy had been fun, but eventually she'd simply worn out. He'd dumped her on the street in a distant city with enough money to buy a meal. It was the least he could do, considering how close the two of them had become. Then, for more than two months he'd traveled about searching for a replacement, until by shear coincidence he'd found young Kelly Headings. He'd even gotten the chance to use his new air rifle on Kelly, darting her on the first shot. Using the rifle he didn't have to get so close to his intended targets, and could remain in a place of concealment longer, thus minimizing his exposure and drastically reducing his chances of getting caught. He was utterly convinced that this method was far superior to using chloroform like he'd done in the past. "The connecting rod will have to be shortened, and I'll have to fabricate a mounting bracket, but other than that, it's perfect," he murmured as he sat gazing at the complex machine he'd just finished assembling. Of course, the ridiculously large dildo that had been shipped with the unit would have to be changed, and he'd given some thought to building a lubrication system. Since he planned to have his young visitor spend a great many of her waking hours in the company of the device, he presumed that her own natural lubrication would only go so far, no matter what her degree of arousal. She would need some help, and he had some ideas. He was a very resourceful man. "Speaking of my house guest," he muttered. "I expect I'd better check in on her." The secret chamber was deep below ground, and as a result was utterly soundproof. Cool air, water and power were all provided from above, although should an emergency arise, his Entertainment Center could become self-sufficient, running on batteries and fuel cells for many weeks at a time. Only the sound of the whispering air conditioning system could be heard as he pushed open the heavy door to the vault-like chamber and stepped inside. His hand went immediately to a control on the wall which raised the lighting level in the room. As the lights came up the white tile floors and the stainless steel cabinets glittered. The chamber looked a good bit like a hospital operating room, although in place of the standard examination table, in the center of the white tiled chamber stood a very specialized piece of equipment. The well used apparatus 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 house guests. 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 a 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. Currently his "Gaming Table" as he referred to it, was occupied by the sleeping form of Miss Kelly Headings. Stepping quietly to the side of the table, the man stood in silence for several moments gazing down at the lovely teenager. "Yes, she would do nicely," he thought to himself as his eyes wandered over the slumbering girl. "She's bigger boned than my last," he noted. "You're a strong, healthy girl, Kelly," he whispered and brought his hand to her cheek. Her skin was immaculately soft and warm. "And you're very pretty," he murmured affectionately. "I'll just bet you have a boyfriend, Kelly. All pretty young ladies have boyfriends" he said with just a hint of resentment in his voice as he reached out and straightened the shoulder strap of her sleeveless tee-shirt. "Well, let's just hope he's not the jealous type, because I'm going to introduce you to a new boyfriend, Kelly, dear," he added, placing a hand onto the top of her left thigh. Her legs were lean and long, and well muscled, he noted as he drew his hand slowly down the length of the girl's left leg. There was no need for restraints just yet, since she was still deep within the grasp of the powerful sedative he'd used to take her down. For convenience, however, the man elected to fasten the restraint bands at her ankles. "Well, well. What have we here?" he muttered and was about to wrap the wide velcro band around her other ankle when he spied it. "Now isn't this pretty," he murmured as he fingered the thin gold chain. He hadn't noticed the ankle bracelet on his initial inspection. "Sloppy," he chastised himself. "Now what's this?" he asked of the silent room as he angled the small, rectangular gold plate to the light. "Kelly and Brandon - 1999" the inscription read, and there was a little engraved heart beside the two names. "Kelly and Brandon," the man murmured. "Kelly and Brandon," he repeated thoughtfully. "Brandon, now that's a nice name," he went on as he carefully removed the anklet. "And what did we do, pray tell my dear, to make Brandon want to give you such a nice little bauble?" he asked rhetorically as he dropped the little gold chain into a shallow instrument tray nearby. "Were we naughty for our boy, Brandon, Kelly girl?" he chuckled as he fastened the second ankle restraint. "Did we do the nasty with young Brandon?" Moving to the side of the table, the man stepped on one of many foot pedals which extended from the pedestal base. There was no sound at all, as the hydraulic actuators whispered the leg extensions of the Gaming Table apart, spreading the young girl's legs to just beyond shoulder width. "Now let's have a look at you, Miss Headings," the man murmured as he took a pair of EMT sheers from the instrument tray. The girl's white linen shorts lasted approximately thirty seconds. After slipping the blunt safety tip of the sheers up the right leg of her shorts, the man proceeded to cut the soft fabric straight up the side seam and through the waist band. Then after repeating the process on the other side, all he had to do was to fold the front of the ruined garment down between the girl's slender legs. "My, my, aren't we the sexy one," the man chuckled softly as he studied the pale blue thong style panties he just uncovered. "Very pretty, sweetheart," he commented as he reached out and gently traced one fingertip across the enticing mound beneath the tiny triangular patch of fabric. "Satin, no less," he muttered, raising his eyebrows. Then he used his sheers to snip the waist bands of the panties which were no larger than shoelaces on either side of her tummy. Grasping the two corners of the blue satin triangle with his fingertips, the man slowly folded the warm fabric down. He did so almost reverently, until moments later the girl lay exposed before him. "What a pretty girl we are, Kelly," he said as he gazed down upon her loveliness. She was fairly small down there, with nicely shaped but somewhat narrow labia majora. Her pubic arch, on the other hand, was reasonably prominent, indicating the potential for acceptable capacity. Her pubic covering was quite soft he discovered as he reached out and began to tug playfully at her wispy, light brown curls. Her cute little bush covered just the very inner edges of her labia, and when he explored with his thumb between those resilient folds of supple flesh and her inner thigh, he realized that her "Mohawk" look was completely natural for there were no telltale signs of razor stubble. She might have waxed recently, but at her age, he doubted it. Placing his palm fully upon her, he started to massage her intimate flesh. Watching her face for any reaction to his touch, he palpated her supple labia for a minute or two before removing his hand. Walking around to the foot of his specialized table, he stepped up between the girl's legs, and using his fingers to spread her labia majora open, he leaned down to inspect her more closely. Her moist and subtle fragrance wafted over his face as he delved carefully between her petal-like inner labia. Then after a moment, he stood, satisfied with his findings. "We've been a good girl, I see, Kelly," he murmured. Then he slipped his left thumb between her outer lips and slid it slowly up over tender folds of flesh to the area where the labia joined. After locating the little hood which shrouded her clitoris, he began to swirl his thumb over the budding little bundle of nerve endings. After a minute, he slid his thumb downward between her labia minora in search of lubrication. He could have used K-Y Jelly, but he preferred to use her own natural lubricant. Happily, he discovered that she was beginning to produce, and after coating his thumb at her vaginal well, he went back to stimulating the clitoris. "Can you feel that, sugar?" he cooed when she shifted her hips and, her long legs tugged unconsciously at the ankle restraints. "Doesn't that feel good, baby girl?" he murmured. "Sure it does," he said. Dipping his thumb between her labia again, he began to slide his slippery digit up and down the length of her carnal cleft from her vaginal portal to her clitoral shroud. "Kelly's a good girl," he muttered as she began to move her hips more rhythmically. "My good little girl likes this, doesn't she?" he said moving his thumb faster over her intimate folds. Then suddenly and without hesitation or any compunction what-so-ever, the man pushed his thumb into her small vaginal opening, piercing her hymen in one swift motion. A precious little squeaking whimper was the only sound the girl uttered in reaction to the loss of her childhood. Her flat little tummy heaved, and inside her inexperienced vaginal muscles flexed ineffectually, seeking unsuccessfully to prevent his further intrusion upon her person. A small upwelling of blood appeared around the man's thumb as his first knuckle disappeared from view, and when after a moment he slowly withdrew his marauding digit, it was coated with a light pink, creamy fluid. "That's my girl, Kelly," he murmured as he pushed his thumb back into the unconscious teenager. "Make yourself nice and wet for me, baby. After all, you're a big girl now," he added with a wicked chuckle. She was surprising athletic vaginally for one just newly introduced to womanhood, and for a few minutes he toyed with the girl, allowing her to grip his thumb as her nubile anatomy adjusted itself around the first foreign object to visit there. In addition, she appeared to be a pleasantly wet child, he noted. Perhaps she wouldn't require as much "help" with her new "boyfriend" as he'd originally thought. That would be nice, because it would give him a bit more time to put the finishing touches on his "auto-lube" system. For the time being, anyway, he would be standing by while she and her mechanical beau got acquainted. In fact, he looked forward to it. "Well, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, Kelly," the man murmured as he extracted his thumb from the girl to the audible snapping wet sound of vaginal mucous. After stepping to the side of the table he commented casually. "First thing we absolutely must do is to free you of that tee-shirt of yours. It looks awfully tight and must be very constraining." He picked up his shears, lifted the hem of Kelly's tank top, and made a cut from her tummy to her throat. A couple of snips to the shoulder straps was all that was required then to finish off the little tee-shirt. Returning his EMT shears to the instrument tray, he then folded the two halves of the ruined garment to either side, unwrapping Kelly like a Christmas gift. "What pretty little titties we have, Kelly, honey," he said with a smile as he stared at the two firm little cones of pale flesh. "Oh, and look," he cooed. "Our little nipples are already nice and hard. Now isn't that special," he added then leaned over and nibbled at one tiny bud with pursed lips. Her nipples were indeed erect, and her small, puffy areolae were dark and firm. He took a moment to suckled first one then the other, before he stood and prepared to move on. He'd tested his catheter injection system on his previous house guest and the results had been quite satisfactory. The man very much enjoyed making love to his young companions while treating the girls to various controlled substances, administered intravenously. In the past he'd used a variety of opiates and other sedative pharmaceuticals. He'd tried hallucinogens, both chemical and organic, and on one young lady he'd recently experimented with doses of Viagra, all with varying degrees of success. His very favorite drug was still a very pure and potent solution of clinical grade cocaine-hydroxide. He'd found time and again, that his girls responded with exceptional vigor and enthusiasm, and their stamina was drastically improved while under the influence of cocaine. Originally he'd been forced to administer repeated injections to his playmates in order to prolong the experience, and this had its own set of associated problems and drawbacks. For one thing, the girls often became a bit agitated since most were utterly unfamiliar with the effects of the drug, and naturally they were apprehensive about being given intravenous injections by a total stranger. Some even became combative and had to be exhaustively restrained during successive injections in order to avoid injury. Then there was the simple fact that repeated injections could cause problems of their own, in particular with young girls whose venous structures were generally quite delicate. He had no desire to cause his young companions any real physical pain or discomfort other than that associated with the natural processes of copulation, but that was becoming increasingly difficult as his appetite for chemically augmented love interludes grew. Then one evening while watching a popular hospital series on television, he seized upon an idea. As mentioned earlier, his last house guest, Wendy, had been the first lucky young lady to try his catheter injection system, and she'd taken to it like a real trooper. Basically his system consisted of a thin piece of catheter tubing a few feet in length placed between the needle and a typical hypodermic syringe. Simple as it sounds, the system allowed him to insert the needle into his partner's vein and leave it there, held in place with surgical tape. On the other end of the flexible tubing, he could attach and re-attach pre-charged syringes as often as he liked and never have to worry about doing further damage to the young lady's delicate veins. Repeated injections were therefore not only possible, but so easy and painless, that he could keep his sweet partners literally flying high for hours at a time. Wendy had flown high alright. Never in his wildest dreams could he ever have imagined a more pleasurable experience than those many hours he'd spent with the animated little blond, but everything has its cost. Eventually, in spite of her youth and vigor, the girl had simply worn herself out. The man had learned a valuable lesson from his relationship with Wendy, though, and that was that he must take his time and give his young playmates a chance to recuperate and recover their strength from time to time. "You and I will go nice and slow, Kelly girl," he murmured as he took her right wrist and carefully extended her slender arm outward, laying her hand palm up onto the surface of the upper extremity wing of his Gaming Table. First he wrapped the padded restraint band around her wrist followed by bands located on either side of her elbow and finally, one wider band over her biceps. All were fastened securely with velcro closure straps, and then double checked before he was satisfied with his work. "There we are, sweetheart," he cooed as he tugged on the last of the restraint bands. "Now I know you'll hold real still for me." He hadn't bothered to secure the body restraints just yet as he planned to keep her sedated for awhile longer. "OK, we'll just go ahead and get you set up, and then I'll go and fetch your new friend. I know you're just dying to meet him," he chuckled. Turning, he picked up a clear glass hypodermic syringe from the swing out instrument tray, conveniently located beneath to the table's arm support. Attached to its tip was the approximately four foot length of thin, clear plastic tubing which made up his catheter system. Taking care not to tangle the or crimp the tubing, the man grasped the fairly large bore needle affixed to the other end of the catheter to keep it out of harm's way even though the actual needle was still covered by a protective plastic cap. Next, he held the syringe up to the light. He'd taken the time earlier to pre-charge several hypodermics, and the glass barrel was completely filled with clear liquid. It was a large dose, nearly five CC's, but the beauty of his system was that he could deliver as much or as little of the drug to his playmate as he chose to, thereby prolonging her experience. Humming to himself softly, he tapped on the side of the slender graduated cylinder in order to dislodge any air bubbles which might be adhering to the inside of the glass. After replacing the whole system into the tray, he next secured an elastic tourniquet around the slumbering teen's arm just above her elbow and pulled it nice and tight. "Oh, my child," he mutter happily when one very healthy dark blue vein began to rise beneath the pale skin of her inner elbow. "This will do quite nicely, I assure you, Kelly, girl," he commented as he took an alcohol wipe from the tray and swabbed a large area around and over the target." Quite frankly, he was surprised that a young girl would have such healthy veins. "No doubt, she exercises regularly," he surmised. "OK, hold real still for me, honey," he said as he removed the protective cover from the shining needle and studied its sharp beveled tip. With exceedingly gentle pressure, he carefully depressed the syringe plunger until a tiny sparkling droplet of liquid appeared at the tip of the needle. Satisfied that there was no air present in the system, the man moved the shining needle toward the youngster's outstretched arm. "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 before it passed cleanly through. No sooner than the needle punctured 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. Angling the needle just so, he pushed it all the way into the young girl's flesh until the plastic base pressed against her skin. Next he used a couple of pieces of surgical tape to secure the needle in place against the skin of her inner elbow. Then after tucking the remaining length of catheter tubing under the restraint bands to keep it out of the way, he picked up the glass hypodermic from the tray. Although he'd performed intravenous injections on countless occasions, he always took the time to be certain that he was in the vein. Grasping the end of the glass plunger carefully between his thumb and index finger, he gave it a little tug. "There we are, Kelly, baby," he whispered to the sleeping teen. "I never miss," he added proudly when he noted a tiny trace of bright red blood jet up the first six inches of the slender catheter tubing. Then just as carefully, he depressed the plunger, injecting a minute amount of the contents into the girl, hopefully not enough to cause a reaction, but an adequate amount to clear the catheter of her blood and avoid coagulation problems. "Alright, Kelly, girl," he said almost jovially as he replaced the syringe into the instrument tray. "You just lie here and relax for a minute while I go upstairs and get your boyfriend. I just know you two kids are going to hit it off," he added then turned and walked to the door of his Entertainment Center. "I'll be right back," he said, closing the heavy soundproof door behind himself. More to follow... SM ______________________________________________________ Thank you for taking the time to read this story. You will find this and all of my published works at www.asstr-mirror.org . Simply log on, go to the "Authors" page, look for my pen name under the "S's" and click on the ftp link provided there. Regards... 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