Megan's Story

Megan was subsequently allowed to eat a small lunch before she and Caroline were escorted out of the cafeteria. Before leaving, however, Butch took Megan aside and explained to her that at each meal she would be expected to deliver similar sexual favors to one or more Handlers. "Before you graduate, Miss Richards, Butch explained I will ask you again whether or not you enjoy the taste of semen. I can assure you that you will answer, 'Yes'." He smiled benevolently.

Megan knew better than to speak. All she could do was to glare at the second man on Earth to have put his penis into her mouth. Butch would soon be joined by a host of others, but for the time being, Megan allowed herself to be led away by young Caroline without further comment.

Joined in the hall by Rob, the threesome halted briefly while Rob responded to a page. "OK. I understand." he spoke into a wall phone.

Megan couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but it was obvious that Rob had received orders.

"Late this afternoon, possibly?" the Handler said. He looked surprised. "Do you think she'll be up to him? Uh huh." Rob nodded, in acknowledgment to whoever it was he was talking to. "We were on our way to the Gym. I thought she could use a little workout after lunch. I beg your pardon?" Rob looked in Megan's direction. "Four, I believe. She was Corrected in the hallway about two hours ago. Uh huh, that's right. She's been fed and she's received her mid-day 'Serving'," Rob explained.

As a policy, Guests are all to receive a minimum of five oral 'Servings' of semen daily either from a live provider or from a "Feeder". The first 'Serving' is to be administered immediately upon the Guest awakening in the morning, followed by one 'Serving' with each meal, then a final portion before retiring. This is a minimum schedule which, of course, is routinely augmented by the offerings of volunteers, Handlers and Companions during the course of the Guests' daily activities.

"With Butch," Rob added. He listened silently for several seconds then said, "OK, will do. Let us know when he's ready for her. We'll be in the Gymnasium." Rob replaced the intercom receiver into the wall cradle. Then offering one hand to Caroline and the other to Megan, the Handler led the two young ladies away.

Megan knew that there was a lot more in store for her, but didn't wish to consider the details for the moment. Instead, she allowed herself to be led through a door marked "Gymnasium". "A workout?" Megan remembered remarking to herself as the heavy door closed silently behind her.

Megan had been in the habit of spending a good deal of time in the Spa and Health Club located near her suburban home. She was very much aware of her looks and consequently spent many hours working out in an effort to maintain that which allowed her so much opportunity and advantage in life. So it was that the first sound Megan heard was the familiar "clank" of a barbell free-weight hitting the tile floor. Megan looked around. She noticed several pieces of equipment but none looked familiar. There were several apparatus that appeared similar to Nautilus machines, but not quite. Megan spied two vinyl covered "benches" that looked a bit like vaulting horses, but they were much to low to the floor to be of much benefit or use to a gymnast.

"Curious?" Megan thought.

To the left of these stood a stainless steel contrivance that resembled an Aerodyne style excer-cycle except that the pedal crank sets were positioned fairly widely apart. In place of the resistance fan was a shining steel cylinder aligned horizontally between the pedals. Extending from the cylinder was a shaft that pointed in the direction of the "excer-cycle" seat. Megan studied the odd appliance for several minutes before noticing something that chilled her through and through. Along the back wall of the large mirrored room stood a row of six or eight ominous and all too familiar pieces of equipment.

In fact, one of the Cooperation Seats was currently being used. It was difficult to see its occupant because the burly body of a Handler stood between Megan and the young girl who's slim legs were restrained widely apart. The larger man's hips moved rhythmically in the familiar motion of love making. Even from across the room, Megan could see the muscles of his buttocks flex as he exerted himself. Megan could not see much of the recipient of his attentions, only her slim legs and small feet. Megan felt ill. The girl couldn't have been much older than thirteen. While Megan watched in growing horror, the occupant of the Cooperation Seat endured her lover in customary silence. The only reaction that Megan could detect from this distance was the flexing of the girl's small hands in the upper extremity restraints of the evil apparatus. Megan then heard a second "clank" of steel against tile.

"Concentrate, Miss Hartley," a voice barked. "Squeeze harder. I expect for you to hold ten pounds for one full minute or face Correction."

Megan heard a soft whimpering as she turned her head in the direction of the voices. In an alcove just a few feet away from where Rob, Caroline and Megan stood were a young Guest and her Handler. Megan could plainly see the expression of fear on the tear streaked face of the young blond girl. Megan guessed her age to be around fifteen, perhaps sixteen. Megan noticed that she, like most all of the Guests at The Center, was quite attractive. A slim waist, nicely shaped hips, smallish, but pert breasts, long muscular legs and what would have been a lovely face but for her expression of extreme anxiety.

The young lady stood with her legs spread, her ankles at about shoulder width. Lying on the tiled floor between her bare feet lay a round bar bell type weight.

Rob then interrupted Megan's concentration by saying, "Let's move closer. I want you to watch this, Miss Richards. Then turning to Caroline, he said, "Why don't you spend some time on the Breast Enhancement Machine, young lady, we need to work on your chest sensitivity." Caroline nodded with a smile and trotted off. Taking Megan by her wrist, Rob then pulled her in the direction of the alcove and its two occupants.

"Do you understand me, Miss Hartley?" the muscular Handler growled at the fearful young blond.

The pretty girl looked at the Handler and was about to reply when Rob spoke up in a casual tone of voice. "Good day, Coach."

"Rob," the man replied curtly, never taking his eyes off the pretty young blond.

"Coach, I want you to meet Miss Megan Richards," Rob said pushing Megan closer to the powerful looking man. "She's just joined out family today and could use your help to improve herself."

With what could only be described as an exasperated sigh, the man who Rob referred to as "The Coach" turned to face Megan and her Handler. It would be weeks before Megan would become accustomed to being touched at will by strangers. Thus when The Coach reached out in the customary manner and cupped her pussy in his calloused hand, Megan instinctively jerked her hips backward. As always, Rob being the professional that he was had anticipated Megan's reaction and was ready with his hand near the butt end of her CAP. This time, he was pleased to note, only a light slap on her anal appliance was all that was necessary to cause the haughty blond teenager to freeze.

Megan trembled with outrage while The Coach first felt her down there, then reached up and started to fondle her right breast. He hefted the breast then pinched at the areola and nipple almost idly.

"Nice tits," he said looking at Rob, and not at Megan. "Good hips and legs and a reasonably wide aspect cunt." He reached down and cupped Megan again. This time he began to squeeze and to kneed her.

Megan stood mortified while she was discussed like a slab of bacon.

"All in all, I'd say she's serviceable, but she's a little on the old side, don't you think? I'm surprised The Headmaster admitted her."

Megan fumed, forgetting momentarily that the man continued to rub her in her most private area.

"How is she on the inside?" The Coach then asked in the same even appraising tone of voice. Again, and not for the last time, Megan was caught completely off guard when then man, without the slightest warning, deftly slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Before Megan could even think to react, The Coach entered her vaginally with practiced ease to the full extent of his long middle finger.

"H..h..huuhh!" Megan groaned softly.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Rob barked from behind. He slapped Megan's CAP a bit harder for effect. Megan grunted almost inaudibly. Her flat tummy heaved.

"Hmm," The Coach said as he continued his internal inspection of Megan. The teen squirmed uncomfortably. "Not much of a grip response," he commented disapprovingly. "Have you had her yet, Robert?" he asked, addressing the Handler more formally.

"Not yet, Coach. I thought perhaps I might try her this evening," Rob replied casually. "That is of course only if her date with Deke is canceled."

"I see," The Coach replied. He found a spot inside of Megan that caused the young teenager to rise up on her tiptoes. "Has anyone had her yet?" he then asked, noting Megan's reaction to his probing.

"Kevin and three others helped out with her first Correction this morning shortly after her arrival." Kevin mentioned that she showed promise but would require a lot of work."

"Uh huh," The Coach said idly. He extracted his finger from Megan, causing the girl to shiver noticeably. "Good reaction to evacuation," he noted. Megan flinched when the man placed his hand on her right hip and turned her slightly to the side. He then peered behind. "A number six?" he looked up at Rob questioningly.

"That's what Alex decided to put in her to start with," Rob answered. "He's her Principal, but I believe I'd have started her on a seven or maybe an eight. She's pretty head strong."

Megan glared hatefully at Rob.

"See what I mean?" Rob chuckled.

The Coach stepped back from Megan and looked her up and down in an appraising manner. "And how old did you say she is?" he asked.

"Just over eighteen from what I understand, Coach," Rob answered.

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" The Coach responded, shaking his head. "I still can't understand why The Headmaster would admit such an old subject." He made a mental note when he saw Megan bristle at his remark about her age. As a professional, he was ever alert to anything that might be used as a tool to aid in conditioning.

"I think, he made a special arrangement with a friend's son, is what I heard from Alex," Rob offered. In any case, Coach, I was told to bring her to you to see what you can do for her."

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" the Coach repeated. "I don't know," he then said. "Do you understand why you are here, young lady?" he asked Megan unexpectedly addressing her directly for the first time.

Megan opened her mouth to reply, but The Coach held up a hand, effectively silencing her.

"You are here to be trained, Miss Richards. Trained to perform for your mate or for any male or female chosen for you." Megan's eyes grew wide with disbelief at his frank portrayal of her situation. The Coach continued, "Before you leave our institution, you will have learned to willingly accept and perform certain duties and responsibilities. In the end, Miss Richards, you will become what we refer to as a Fully Functional Female. At Rob's request, we will begin the physical development component of your program."

Unable to contain her outrage, Megan opened her mouth. All that came out, however was a grunt, when like lightning The Coach's hand shot between her thighs. With his finger tips, the man pushed upward on her CAP. Megan hadn't thought it possible to manipulate the device from the front, but she was very wrong. The man brutally depressed the blunt end of the appliance repeatedly until Megan's knees began to buckle. Then just as suddenly, he stopped.

As if nothing at all had happened the man continued with his speech. "While you are in my Gymnasium you will conform to all of The Center's standards and prescripts as well as a few of my own. "For example, Miss Richards. As per The Center's first non-negotiable standard, you shall not speak unless spoken to, and while you are in my Gymnasium you will then answer only with, 'Yes Coach' or 'No Coach'. The latter, by the way, I don't expect to hear very often," he added. The Center's second non-negotiable standard shall also be observed one hundred percent. You will maintain direct eye contact with your lover or Handler at all times while being attended to. No exceptions. In addition, you will note that there is a variety of apparatus here. All of these devices are equipped with video cameras to monitor your progress. At least one camera on each device will be pointed at your face while you are engaged in a training session. In the event that a Handler is not immediately present while you are on one of the apparatus, you are expected to look directly into the lens of the nearest video camera. No exceptions. Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?"

Megan was too stunned to answer the man at first. Eventually though, she found her breath. At first, Megan thought about complaining, but quickly reconsidered when she saw the unyielding expression on The Coach's face.

"Yes, Coach," Megan Richards replied. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it.

"Rob, you can stay if you like," The Coach said turning to the Handler, feeling he owed Megan no further explanation. "Or, if you wish, you may come back later. I'll see to it that Caroline get's a proper workout."

They both turned and looked across the room. The little brunette stood hugging an odd looking device. She pressed her small chest against a pillow-like area at the upper front of the cylindrical apparatus. Caroline's narrow hips swayed slowly from side to side as the youngster gazed into the all seeing lens of a nearby camera.

"She looks happy enough for the moment," Rob agreed with a smile. "Perhaps I'll go get caught up on some paperwork. I'll let Alex know that Miss Richards is with you. He said he'd come for her personally when Deke can see her."

"Very well then," The Coach answered. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the 'improved' Miss Richards should you choose to bed her this evening." He gave Rob one of his rare smiles. Rob then turned and left the Gymnasium.

Megan stood for a moment in an appalled silence. "Who were these evil men and how on Earth was she ever going to escape their clutches?"

"Miss Richards, I want you to meet Miss Adrian Hartley," he nodded toward the younger blond girl who'd been standing silently waiting during Megan's 'interview'. The pretty girl was reluctant to look at Megan. "Miss Hartley has been with us for three weeks and is working on vaginal strength and control."

The pretty younger blond blushed a deep red. Megan actually felt sorry for the younger girl, knowing all to well what it was like to be discussed so impersonally with another person.

"Miss Hartley is proving to be a reasonably proficient lover, considering she had little to no experience before joining our family, but she has a problem with concentration. Allow me to demonstrate."

Megan had a bad feeling about this.

The man moved beside the younger blond then knelt down. It was only then that Megan recognized the object attached by a light chain to the barbell weight. It was a fairly large clear acrylic phallus. The contrivance was even anatomically correct with a broad, oversized head. The shaft was embossed with heavy veins, and the blunt end sported a pair of half-testicles. The eighteen inch chain and weight were attached by a brass clip to a small metal ring screwed into the base of the phallus.

Holding the phallus by the blunt end, The Coach allowed the chain to lay between his fingers. "Miss Hartley, let's show Miss Richards what we've been studying, shall we." After three weeks with The Center, the pretty blond fifteen year old obeyed without comment or delay. Spreading her feet to shoulder width, she waited. "Miss Richards, what we are doing here we call vaginal weight lifting." He raised the phallus up between the pretty blond's thighs, its broad head aimed at her sweet target. The ten pound weight dangled from the chain below. "Once Miss Hartley is what we refer to as 'Fully Involved', meaning she has accepted the appliance as deeply into her as possible." While he explained the procedure, The Coach pushed the clear plastic shaft upward and into the young teenager's vagina. Megan stared spellbound as inch after inch of clear plastic disappeared into the hapless girl. Megan saw her thighs tremble visibly and her otherwise small flat tummy bulge outward from the internal pressure. While his young subject shuddered from his attentions, The Coach pushed up harder on the blunt end of the large phallus and went on with his explanation, "Miss Hartley will then attempt to hold onto the artificial penis using her vaginal muscles. How does that feel, Miss Hartley? Are you fully involved?"

"Y.. Yes Coach," the pretty blond gasped breathlessly.

"I want you to concentrate, now, Miss Hartley," The Coach said still applying upward pressure on the device impaling the younger girl. The pretty blond closed her eyes for only a second before realizing her mistake. Quickly she opened them and stared directly into The Coach's steel grey eyes. The Coach decided to let her small transgression pass without reprisal this time since she was helping to prepare Megan for her own turn at weightlifting. On any other day, Miss Hartley would have received an immediate CAP adjustment. "I want you to center yourself around your vagina, Miss Hartley." The pretty blond stared at him obediently, listening intently to his every word. "Remember, to have a man's penis inside of you is a privilege. To hold it inside of you is your duty." This was not the last time Megan would hear this statement. One day it would become her personal mantra. "Are you ready, Miss Hartley?"

"Yes, Coach."

The man removed his hand from the end of the clear plastic appliance leaving the ten pound weight to try to dislodge the phallus from its supple sheath. "One minute, Miss Hartley," he said glancing at his watch.

Megan watched in disbelief while the younger teenager struggled to hold onto the object lodged deeply inside of her womb. Abruptly, about two inches of the ten inch device slipped from inside the girl. A small moan which subsequently issued from the distressed girl was rewarded by The Coach placing his hand on the blunt end of her size nine CAP Device. Adrian Hartley gave him a look of abject fear.

"Forty-five seconds," The Coach said. He did not bring any pressure to bear on Miss Hartley's CAP for the moment. "Be still and concentrate, Miss Hartley," he warned instead. "Center yourself. Feel the cock, Miss Hartley. Hold it, honor it, Miss Hartley."

Megan saw the younger girl begin to tremble all over. Beads of perspiration popped out on her cheeks and forehead.

"Thirty seconds," The Coach intoned.

No sooner than he'd said it, another inch or so of clear acrylic appeared between the trembling thighs of the unhappy Miss Adrian Hartley.

"I have six older men who are very interested in spending some quality corrective time with you, Miss Hartley," he threatened. "Twenty seconds. Concentrate. If you fail, you are going to be a very busy young woman for the next several hours."

The lovely Adrian Hartley opened her mouth in a silent gasp. It took all of her concentration to avoid shutting her eyes from the shear exertion, let alone try to center herself around her lower abdomen like she'd been taught. She felt another precious inch of the vaginal weight lifting device slip from her clutches.

"Five seconds," she heard as if from a great distance. Adrian squeezed for all she was worth, clamping her strong vaginal muscles tightly around the remainder of the artificial penis lodged in her depths. She wanted so badly to succeed. "Three.." Adrian stared into his eyes. "Two.." She wasn't going to make it. "One.." She'd done it.

The steel weight dropped to the floor with a resounding "clang" followed by the clatter of the clear plastic penis suddenly released from its sweet confines. The pretty girl wobbled on her feet. Adrian was exhausted. Her tummy cramped suddenly, causing her to groan softly. It actually felt good when The Coach cupped her and started to rub.

"You have done well, Miss Hartley," The Coach complimented the pretty blond girl. "I remember not too long ago you couldn't manage two pounds. You are to be commended for your diligence." He slipped his finger into Adrian. "Squeeze, please, Miss Hartley." The youngster complied by quickly flexing her muscles. "Relax." Adrian released her 'hold' on The Coach's probing digit. "Squeeze again, please. Good." He removed his finger. "I think you're ready to begin your Control Sessions, Miss Hartley. Kindly tell your Handler that I want you to attend my afternoon session beginning tomorrow."

The younger girl nodded, obediently.

"Are you scheduled for male companionship later today?"

She nodded again, blushing slightly. The Coach then removed a small writing pad from his pocket. After scribbling some notes on the pad, he tore off the top sheet and handed it to Adrian Hartley.

"Please show this note to your next several lovers, Miss Hartley."

The blond took the note from him.

"These are my instructions to your Handlers and Companions to take you slower than they normally would."

Adrian looked up at him, the humiliation plainly visible on her pretty face.

"For the next few days I want you to concentrate on maintaining vaginal control while you are being made love to. Remember what I've taught you here. Relax on the thrust, flex and grip upon withdrawal."

"Yes, Coach," Adrian said mechanically.

"Good. Now, before you leave, I want Miss Richards to feel what properly conditioned vaginal muscles can accomplish. Miss Richards, please insert your middle finger into Miss Hartley."

"What did you say?" Megan asked in a bewildered tone. She'd been staring at the plastic penis lying on the floor between Adrian's feet and trying not to look at the younger girl.

Without even the slightest change of expression, The Coach swiftly took hold of the end of Megan's CAP and thrust it upward. Megan grunted deeply. Her blue eyes flew open wide, the shock and pain plainly etched on her face.

"What are the two responses to my questions that we discussed, Miss Richards?" The Coach growled from just behind Megan's right ear. He ground the CAP deeper into her delicate tissues.

"Ohh gddddd! Nnnnnn.." Megan moaned loudly.

"Incorrect!" The Coach snapped. He rammed her CAP upward.

"Huuuhhhh!" Her entire body convulsed.

"We'll try again, Miss Richards," The Coach said in an even tone of voice. "Put your finger into Miss Hartley." He maintained an upward force on Megan's CAP, causing her to raise up onto her toes.

Megan turned to face her tormentor, giving him a pleading look. She was instantly rewarded with another anal thrust.

"Do it now, Miss Richards," he ordered. "And what do you say?"

Megan looked at him again. Her lack of understanding was unmistakable. The Coach remained silent. He twisted her CAP slowly. Megan finally looked toward Adrian Hartley who'd been standing in complete silence. When Megan at last was able to make eye contact with the younger blond girl, Adrian nodded her head as subtly as possible while moving her eyes toward The Coach. She was trying to give Megan a hint.

Megan stood perplexed for a moment then at last understanding dawned on her.

"Miss Richards?" The Coach prompted after a few seconds.

"Y...yes, Coach," the once proud blond said softly at last.

"That's much better, Miss Richards," he said in a patronizing tone of voice. "Now please proceed."

Megan was having a very bad time of it. Never in her wildest nightmares had she ever seen herself with another woman. Even her recent experience with Caroline was nothing in comparison to what this wicked man wanted her to do. Megan had never touched a woman intimately in any fashion. "And now he expects me to put my finger into this girl's vagina?" her mind screamed in outrage.

"Huuhh!" Megan gasped when The Coach gave her a small anal reminder.

Slowly the blond eighteen year old reached toward Adrian's lower abdomen.

"Go ahead, please, Miss Richards. Take Miss Hartley's pussy in your hand," The Coach instructed when Megan hesitated. "She won't mind. Will you, Miss Hartley?" he said with a smirk.

"No, Coach." Adrian replied dutifully. She looked away in embarrassment.

"Look at Miss Richards, please. She is about to handle you, Miss Hartley. You know the rules. Don't make me call in your friends," he warned ominously.

Adrian shot him a desperate look then raised her eyes to meet Megan's.

Much too vividly Adrian recalled her last encounter with "her friends" as The Coach was fond of calling them. Somehow Adrian had managed to catch the eye of a particular group of Handlers within the first hour of her stay at The Center. It had been in the main hallway that they'd first met. There were six of them and all were a good bit older than the rest of the Handlers. Adrian hadn't been told who they were or why they were interested in her, but in a very short time, she had "gotten to know" each and every one of them. As mentioned earlier, Adrian had been quite inexperienced prior to being enrolled in The Center, but that was short lived. Her virginity had remained in tact for all of about two hours following her introduction to her "friends". Since then Adrian had entertained the group at least once every couple of days for the past three weeks. Unbeknownst to the pretty young blond, she was being prepared to provide group sexual services to several of her older brother's friends. Adrian's Primary theorized that after having regular encounters with six older men, she would be grateful to provide pleasure to males her own age and in particular one at a time. The Center thought of everything.

Adrian shivered when she vividly recalled the sensation of having a male organ inside each of her openings as well as one in each hand. Five men at once she'd performed for while a sixth had handled her breasts. Even after several weeks of these engagements, Adrian dreaded the very mention of the vile group of Handlers. Adrian Hartley would cooperate.

Megan was another story. She simply wasn't "that way". But things had changed for the egotistical blond. Before her stood a teenage girl just a few years her junior waiting to be touched by her.

"Touch Miss Hartley, Miss Richards," The Coach again ordered. "I want you to feel what a little training can do for a girl." He chuckled wickedly.

Megan looked at him then shook her head plaintively.

The Coach's expression caused Megan to recoil from the man. "Miss Richards," he began in a hissing, evil tone of voice. "If you don't have your middle finger inside of Miss Hartley by the time I count three, I am going to see to it that you spend some quality time with Miss Hartley's 'friends'. I'm sure she won't mind sharing them with you for a day or two. You won't be jealous or anything, will you Miss Hartley?" he asked mockingly. After an uncomfortable couple of seconds, the pretty fifteen year old looked down at the floor and shook her head. "I didn't think so," The Coach smirked. "You see, Miss Richards, Miss Hartley's friends really know how to keep a girl busy."

Megan stared at him apprehensively.

"Have you ever been with more than one man at a time, Miss Richards?" The Coach asked unexpectedly. He really didn't expect an answer. "I didn't think so," the man went on, seeing Megan's incredulous expression. "That will soon change, Miss Richards, I can assure you, and if you don't want to begin this very afternoon, I suggest you obey me. Put your finger into Miss Hartley this instant.

"But..." Megan pleaded, looking from The Coach to the younger blond then back.

"One.." The Coach said.

Megan looked around in rising panic, searching for any possibility of escape. There were none, of course.

"Two.." The Coach counted.

Megan felt the now familiar feeling of being trapped and out of control. She looked at the younger girl who stood waiting to be abused by her. Adrian's face was an emotionless mask. When Megan gave her an apologetic look as she slowly reached her hand out toward the pretty blond, Adrian gave no sign of acknowledgment.

"Three.." The Coach said as Megan's finger tips made contact with the soft curls of Adrian Hartley's pussy. "Good," he then said. "Now enter her, please, Miss Richards. Miss Hartley, spread your legs for Miss Richards, please."

Adrian Hartley did as she was told as Megan spread her hand out over the younger woman's pussy. She was soft and warm. Then, as the two young ladies' eyes locked, Megan Richards pressed her middle finger into the tight, moist confines of Adrian Hartley. For reasons unknown to her, Megan seemed unable to remove her eyes from Adrian's. As she carefully wormed her finger up into the younger girl, Megan watched entranced by the subtle medley of expressions that played across Adrian's face. As per her training, the younger woman attempted to maintain neutral deportment during Megan's invasion of her person, but it was obviously difficult for the pretty blond.

"Was it forgiveness, or pity, or what that she saw in Adrian's eyes?" Megan wondered. "She certainly is warm and wet inside," Megan's mind thought aimlessly.

"Squeeze Miss Richards' finger, please, Miss Hartley," the Coach ordered, disturbing Megan's musings.

Megan was indeed shocked by the amount of pressure that the younger blond obediently exerted on her invading digit. Megan doubted she could have pressed further into Adrian had she wanted to, so tight was the younger woman's vaginal grip. Subconsciously, Megan was impressed.

"Do you feel the power of her muscles, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked rhetorically. "In just a few weeks, you too will have gained such strength and control, I assure you."

Megan actually thought she saw a look of pride come over Adrian Hartley's face. "No way!" she told herself.

"You may remove your finger from Miss Hartley, now Miss Richards, then kindly step over here." The Coach pointed to the floor in front of him. Gladly, Megan complied, and while she was standing, the Coach stepped to an intercom phone on the wall nearby.

"Yes, Alex," he spoke into the receiver. "Yes, she's here. We're just now getting started." He nodded several times. "I understand, Alex. Now, as Miss Richards' Principal, I need your permission to remove her CAP for a period of time." Again, several nods as the Coach listened to Megan's Principal's instructions. "I see," the Coach said after a period of time. He looked in Megan's direction. "So she won't be seeing him today, you say. I understand. Very well, I'll keep her here along with young Caroline until either you or Rob come for them." He nodded a few more times, then said, "OK, Alex. She'll come around. Don't worry. They all do in time." He hung up the phone. "You will not be seeing Deke today, Miss Richards. That'll give us more time for practice."

Megan gave him an apprehensive look, and was about to make the mistake of asking the Coach what he meant by "practice", when he continued.

"Please stand here in front of me and spread your feet to shoulder width," the Coach instructed Megan. Then turning to Adrian he said, "You may stick around and observe, Miss Hartley, or I can call for some companionship for you if you'd prefer."

"I.. I'll stay," the younger girl said pensively.

"Very well then. Stand over there and be quiet," the Coach ordered. Adrian obeyed instantly. "I'm waiting, Miss Richards," he then said turning to face Megan. Slowly the lovely blond moved closer to the man and stopped in front of him. She seemed to have gotten reasonably comfortable with her nudity since she made no attempt what-so-ever to cover herself. Taking her by the shoulders, the Coach turned Megan sideways then ordered her once again to spread her feet apart. When at last Megan complied, he moved very close and placed one hand in the small of Megan's back. She flinched at his touch. "Easy, Miss Richards. You must become accustomed to being touched." He placed his other hand flat on Megan's firm, feminine soft lower abdomen. Then using his hand on her back to support her, the Coach began to press and massage Megan's tummy in particular over the area of her uterus. "Not bad muscle tone," he commented to himself. "Definite room for improvement, but we have a good foundation to build upon in you, Miss Richards. Now let's check you out inside."

Before Megan could even think to object or resist, the Coach reached down and deftly removed her CAP device, causing her to shudder visibly.

"Only a size six," the Coach muttered again to himself as he set the appliance onto a nearby lab table. "We'll have to see about that," he said.

Megan noted absent mindedly how empty she felt for a change when totally unexpectedly, the Coach moved his hand from Megan's tummy down to cup her pussy. Megan inhaled quickly at his touch then groaned audibly when simultaneously the Coach entered both of her passages with the middle fingers of his hands. With practiced ease he slid his fingers deeply into the trembling blond, twisting and pulling upward and outward as he went, stretching Megan until she felt as if she'd tear in two down there. Megan's knees felt rubbery, and she surely would have fallen had not the Coach been supporting practically her entire weight in his cradling hands. Megan endured his probing explorations until she thought she'd scream from humiliation and rage. She was just on the verge of making an absolutely huge mistake when the Coach clucked his tongue and said, "Very disappointing, Miss Richards."

Megan looked down at him in disbelief.

"A woman your age should have far better internal muscle tone if you are to provide adequate stimulation to your male companions." Megan now stared down in wide eyed loathing as the man continued to examine her internally while commenting shamelessly. "After all, this is why you are female. How you manage your available orifices and internal musculature is of paramount importance to a young female. To put it bluntly, Miss Richards. You need a lot of work."

Megan was struck dumb with shocked astonishment.

"Squeeze, please, Miss Richards. Both passages if you will," the Coach ordered.

"Wh.. What?" Megan stammered.

"Squeeze my fingers, Miss Richards." When Megan continued to look totally confused, the Coach explained helpfully, "I want you to use your internal muscles to squeeze down on my fingers both in your vagina and in your anal passage, just like you felt Miss Hartley do, Miss Richards."

Reminded of the younger blond, Megan looked in the girl's direction. She was very disturbed to see a slight smirk on her face. "How could another person in the exact same situation not feel some sympathy?" Megan wondered as she endured the humiliating manual attentions of her newest instructor.

Megan groaned as the Coach began to alternately delve into first her anal passage then her vagina. "Squeeze my fingers, Miss Richards," the Coach again enjoined. "I want you to attempt to keep me from pushing my fingers farther inside of you. Squeeze, Miss Richards. Squeeze as hard as you can."

Megan finally gave in and bore down. This was not something she normally did, so her muscle control was less than perfect to say the least. She felt dirty and horrible as she was forced to endure the utterly humiliating and degrading attentions of the one called Coach.

"Miss Richards, I am indeed disappointed," he chided. "See how easily I can enter you."

"Hmmpphh," Megan huffed, her tummy bulging outward as the Coach pushed both fingers deeply into her interior.

"Silence!" the Coach commanded. "I don't expect to hear another sound from you, Miss Richards, unless I ask you a direct question. Now bear down please. Use the same muscles you use when you perform a bowel movement." He extracted his fingers so that only the tips remained inside Megan's openings. "Now, squeeze!" he practically shouted, startling the young blond. "Harder!" he added when he felt Megan's weak attempt at compliance. Megan rose up on her tiptoes with a gasp of surprise when the Coach again entered her virtually unopposed. This time, he continued to delve deeply into Megan's farthest reaches for several minutes, probing and pulling and stretching. Megan was mortified, although, unconsciously, due to the influence of Thelazine, her body began to react to the Coach's touch.

"It's no use," he said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice. He removed his fingers from inside of Megan and stood before her. Then staring directly into her eyes, he lectured the stunned young woman. "You are totally out of shape, Miss Richards. We will need to start at the beginning with you and continue with an intensive training discipline until such a time as you are fit enough to provide proper companionship to our staff and volunteers. Right now I would have to classify you as being well below average in sexual ability. It is no wonder you were enrolled at the Center. If you were my woman, I would do nothing less.

Megan was speechless with rage and consternation which was a very good thing. Had she spoken out at that particular moment, it would not have gone well for her. While Megan stood naked, pondering her misfortune the Coach retrieved the vaginal weight lifting tackle from where Adrian had dropped it earlier. Megan instinctively closed her knees tightly together when the Coach knelt beside her. A look of unveiled apprehension graced her otherwise handsome face.

"Spread you r legs, Miss Richards, and we'll begin," the Coach instructed in a casual tone. Then he turned to Adrian who'd been watching from nearby and said, "You may assist me, Miss Hartley, if you don't mind." While Adrian approached, the Coach busied himself by removing the weight from the phallus device. "I don't think we'll be needing any weight just yet," the Coach commented, placing the iron disk on the floor near Megan's feet. Then, while Megan listened in disbelief, the Coach instructed Adrian to step closer. "You will be in charge of maintaining anal presence for Miss Richards during this afternoon's workout, Miss Hartley. Please begin now," he said curtly. Before Megan knew what was happening, the younger blond obligingly squatted behind her and quickly pushed a finger into Megan's rear end.

"Ow!" Megan whimpered when the younger girl's finger nail jabbed at her tender interior tissues.

"Silence, Miss Richards! This is your final warning!" the Coach threatened. "If you think Miss Hartley's manual attention to your nether region causes discomfort, then you won't want to cause me to caution you again."

Megan did not like the sound of his warning what-so-ever. She struggled to maintain silence while the younger girl wormed her finger deeper inside. Meanwhile, the Coach spread a small amount of K/Y Jelly over the smooth acrylic surface of the artificial penis in preparation for insertion.

"Spread your legs, Miss Richards. Feet at shoulder width and look down at me, if you please." He knelt beside the unfortunate teenager. "I am going to place the weight bearing device inside of your vagina now," he explained as he touched the tip of the big clear plastic penis to Megan's inner thigh nearest to him and slowly moved it upward toward its eventual home. Megan shivered. Instinctively she tensed her muscles.

"She's tensing, Coach," Adrian reported from behind.

"Please, relax your muscles, Miss Richards," the Coach instructed, touching the tip of his device to Megan's outer lips. "Once you are fully involved, then you may begin your gripping exercises." He pushed upward on the phallus.

As the somewhat blunted head of the acrylic penis pushed into her vaginal opening, Megan found herself unconsciously thinking of Emilio.

"Look at me, please, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered from his kneeling position beside her. "You must always maintain eye contact with your handler, especially while being entered. This is a non-negotiable rule here at the Center."

Megan struggled hard to maintain some semblance of composure as she was forced to look into the eyes of her tormentor. The weight bearing device was quite a bit larger than Megan had first suspected. Its length was indeed formidable at eighteen inches or so, but presently it was the girth of the object that gave Megan some concern. At almost two inches in diameter, this was by far the largest item that Megan had ever accepted into her vaginal canal, Emilio inclusive. Megan's knees began to tremble as the Coach applied more pressure onward and upward.

"She's clenching again," Adrian Hartley tattled from behind.

Halting his progress, the Coach began to lecture Megan, "You must relax your muscles, Miss Richards. I realize that it's a reflex action for a female to clamp down upon entry, but this is totally contrary to the Center's disciplines for proper passage control. We believe quite strongly that a young lady must learn to relax in order to better facilitate entry. Once fully involved or at such a time as her mate chooses to withdraw, then and only then should she bear down and grip him or her. Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked.

Megan was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from a man who was raping her with plastic penis and with the apparently willing assistance of another captive like herself. Megan was too bewildered and appalled to answer. Almost as if by rote, she nodded. A very good sign, and of course, the Coach didn't miss it.

"Good. Then kindly relax your vaginal muscles and let me know when you are fully involved." He pushed upward once again.

Megan instinctively shifted her hips as seven inches of hard, clear acrylic disappeared into her permissive interior. Her tummy bulged outward and her nostrils flared when after another inch and a half of incursion, the broad head of the device pressed against her deep tissues.

The Coach, who had been watching Megan's facial expressions intently noted the slight widening of her eyes and expression of concern indicative of full involvement. He pushed upward a bit harder, gaining nearly another inch. Megan groaned.

"Silence unless spoken to!" the Coach spat. Then after a brief pause he said, "Now look at me and tell me that you are fully involved, Miss Richards."

Megan was extremely uncomfortable. Her belly ached horribly from the continued upward pressure the Coach exerted on the impaling device. In addition she felt Adrian Hartley move her finger in her rear end, almost as if she were teasing her. Megan was thoroughly humiliated.

"Did you hear what I said, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked impatiently.

Megan looked down at him with unbridled hatred in her eyes. She refused to answer.

"I'm waiting, Miss Richards. Are you fully involved at this time or shall I try another few inches." He pushed upward a bit harder.

"Uuughhh! N... noo. Stop, please! Mmuughh!" Megan grunted painfully.

"I'll stop when you do as you're told, Miss Richards," the Coach explained. He maintained upward forced on the appliance lodged inside of Megan. "Tell me. Are you or are you not fully involved at this time."

Megan gasped once again from the pressure and pain she felt in her lower abdomen. She knew she would have to answer or the wicked man would inflict further pain upon her. At last she gave in to his wishes, much to her continued consternation. "Yes," Megan said breathlessly.

"Yes, what?" the Coach countered

Megan gave him a look that could smelt iron.

"Yes, what, Miss Richards?" the man giving no heed to her expression of loathing. He pushed up on the vaginal appliance. Megan groaned and rose up on her tiptoes. She stared up at the ceiling in utter dismay.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered instantly. "I'll ask you one more time. Then there will be correction. Are you or are you not fully involved?"

"I.. Uugghh," Megan huffed. "I.. Yes.. I.. Ohhh! Y.. Yes, I.. I'm fully involved." She was shattered. The pressure between her thighs eased ever so slightly. Megan felt dirty and spineless. "How could she let these horrible people have their way with her with so little opposition on her part?" she berated herself.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach snapped. "You shall maintain eye contact or face the consequences!" we warned. The Coach was not known to be a lenient man, and he was definitely losing patience with this one. He pulled on the appliance gently. He felt no resistance what so ever. The girl's vagina muscles were completely out of condition. "Probably atrophied from lack of use," he surmised. He pushed the weight lifting phallus up into Megan once more.

"Ugghh!" she grunted softly.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted.

"For God's sake," Megan cried in response, forgetting her situation. "You people are all nuts!" she said glaring down at the man kneeling beside her. "And that includes you," Megan spat, turning to shoot and icy look at Adrian. "You guys rape a person repeatedly and then expect her to thank you for doing it! You're all sick!" Megan shrieked. She trembled with the rage she'd held pent up for hours and hours.

The Coach was ominously silent. Adrian Hartley winced when Megan finished her tirade, certain that reprisal would be swift and severe. For several long minutes the Coach knelt calmly by, holding the be-testicled end of the device with which Megan was currently involved. He snapped a cautionary glance at Adrian, warning the younger girl without words to keep silent and to carry on with her appointed function. Adrian returned his hard stare bravely, but soon was forced to look away. She could see the viciousness seething just beneath the surface on the face of the Handler/Instructor.

Adrian was utterly shocked when moments later the Coach said in a calm and even tone of voice, "Miss Richards, I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I will try to explain the way things are and shall be for you in the foreseeable future." He held the phallic device firmly, pressing upward slightly.

A dull ache spread slowly through Megan's tummy, but it was not too terribly uncomfortable for the moment. Something about the wholly unemotional inflection in his voice caused Megan to squelch her indignant wrath, and give the Coach her undivided attention. in spite of her current predicament, held captive against her will, subjected to untold humiliations and dehumanizing acts, suffering before a man who even now raped her where she stood, while a younger woman touched her where no one had ever touched her before, man or woman.

"For centuries, Miss Richards," the Coach began. "Females have held the male of the human species hostage." He gazed up at Megan. "Women are taught by their mothers from an early age to believe that they can cause any man to do whatever they wish just to get a chance to even look at what she has between her legs. Young women come to believe that males will do absolutely anything in order to be granted even a chance at that one fleeting moment. You believe, Miss Richards, as does Miss Hartley, as do most young women who come to us, that you can get anything you want from any man if you even hint that he might get a chance at this warm, wet organ between your thighs. Isn't that right?" He pushed harder on the weight trainer.

Megan groaned barely audibly, but held her tongue.

"You may answer me, Miss Richards," the Coach prompted. "You think your vagina gives you limitless power over men. Don't you?"

After a moment of silence, Megan nodded curtly. The man was right. That was what she truly believed. And thus far in her life, it had been fact. Megan had never had any problems getting guys to do whatever she asked. She smirked to herself, remembering some of the times she'd used her body or even the hint of a chance with her to get what she wanted from some witless buffoon. Megan smiled inwardly, so pleased with herself, recalling several instances when she'd later denied them the "privilege". How crushed they'd been, how wonderfully devastated. "It's such fun," Megan thought.

"Many women use their bodies to beguile and to lure only to later retract that which she proffers, leaving her victim hanging unfulfilled," the Coach continued. He knew from experience that Megan was a temptress and a tease. He'd worked with too many young women just like her. The look on Megan's face at that very instant was enough to confirm his suspicions. The Coach returned the haughty blond's look of surprise with a knowing smile. "You are one of those treacherous females. Are you not, Miss Richards?"

Megan looked away, refusing to answer.

"No need to reply, this time, Miss Richards. I know your type. I've handled countless bitches such as yourself, and to a one, they have all come away reformed young ladies."

Megan gave him her best most venomous look. It bounced off like bullets off Kevlar.

"By the time you leave my tutelage and this esteemed institution, my dear girl, you too will be a changed young woman. One who knows her proper place. One who will serve a partner rather than seduce and deceive."

Megan stood in astonished silence, listening to the fiendish man's rattlings on.

"When we are finished with you, Miss Richards, you will know how to use that which God has granted you between your legs to give pleasure when desired, and never pain nor anguish," the Coach lectured. "And to that very end, Miss Megan Emily Richards, we shall begin work right away. Furthermore, I shall tolerate no further outbursts or resistance of any kind. You have just now received more information than most Guests ever receive. You may do with information as you see fit, but you will behave, and you will comply with my wishes, or you will be corrected at once." Without the slightest pause, the Coach looked at Adrian and said, "Miss Hartley, without removing your finger from Miss Richards, kindly reach over and hand me her CAP device. I was going to try her first exercises without it, but I fear she needs the added motivation. If that proves insufficient, we will introduce Miss Richards to other forms of anal inspiration."

Megan came very close to objecting, or at least pleading with the Coach about the horrible rectal device, but thought better of the idea. She did not like the sound of "other forms of anal inspiration".

Adrian handed the anal bomblette to the Coach who, without a word of warning, nodded to Miss Hartley that she should remover her finger. Immediately thereafter, he introduced the already lubricated device slowly into Megan's rear end. While he pushed the CAP into Megan's rectal passage, he simultaneously slipped the weight trainer out of her vagina.

To Megan it felt like she was being deflated and inflated internally at the same time. The sensation, although not actually painful, was exceedingly uncomfortable and utterly foreign to Megan. She stoically suppressed a groan.

When at last Megan's anal sphincter snapped into place around the narrowed neck of her CAP, the Coach said casually, "There, now perhaps you will be better able to focus, Miss Richards." Turning to Adrian, he then said, "You are excused, Miss Hartley. I will see you in Vaginal Control Class later on."

"Yes Coach," Adrian said then quickly left the gym.

"Now then, we can get started with you, Miss Richards. As I explain to all of my charges, a mantra that I expect for you to adopt as your own is as follows, 'To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty'. Repeat that for me please, Miss Richards."

Megan glared at him in disbelief.

"Go ahead, Miss Richards. Repeat after me. To have a man's penis inside of me..."

Megan struggled with her self-will and her fear. At last she uttered almost inaudibly, "To have a man's penis...."

"Good. Very good," the Coach said. "Now... To hold him inside of me is my duty. Now you, Miss Richards," he smile benevolently.

"To hold him inside of me...." Megan paused. She trembled. She thought for and instant that she would break down into a sobbing heap but refused to give the horrible creature before her the pleasure. "Is my duty," she said flatly, chin up eyes straight ahead. Megan vowed that no matter what they did to her she would not let them break her.

"Again," the Coach said from his kneeling position beside her right hip. Megan looked down at him questioningly. "Repeat your mantra, Miss Richards," he ordered.

Megan fumed, but taking a deep breath she recited, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To... huhhhhh!" Megan gasped when the Coach unexpectedly shoved the weight trainer up into her with a decisive thrust. Megan suddenly found herself thoroughly filled in both of her lower openings. This was an entirely new experience for her, and one she did not altogether fancy.

While maintaining a steady upward force against the vaginal weight training device the Coach asked casually, "Are you fully involved, Miss Richards?"

Megan found it difficult to speak at first or even to breathe. At last she was able to croak out, "Yes, Coach." Nothing else seemed to come to mind at the moment, no wry witticism, no derisive remark. The Coach had Megan's attention at last.

"Bend your knees, please, Miss Richards and squat down slightly. Spread your legs more as well, please. Have you ever seen a Sumo wrestling match on television?"

Megan looked at him in bewilderment.

"You know, the fat Japanese guys who squat and stomp. I want you to squat just like that. Spread your knees more. That's better."

Much to Megan's astonishment, she found herself obeying the man almost mechanically. As she squatted, the Coach held the weight training appliance up inside of her using the palm of his hand to apply constant pressure.

Megan was becoming quite uncomfortable. The tops of her thighs began to burn almost immediately. She hoped she wouldn't have to hold this position for too long.

"Now, Miss Richards," the Coach said. "In a moment I am going to take my hand away, and I expect for you to hold the trainer using only your vaginal muscles. To start off, I'll not be applying any additional weight to the device. You should be able to accomplish the task of containing just the phallus itself. I doubt it weighs even a pound. Although given your age and your obvious lack of experience and discipline, we can't know for certain until we try, right." He smiled up at the indignant young woman. Then pushing upward briefly, the Coach asked, "Are you ready?"

Megan was both angry at his unflattering mention of her age and sexual prowess, and at the same time, worried that he might be correct. She nodded.

"I beg your pardon?" the Coach instantly countered.

"Y... yes Coach," Megan said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice.

"Very well, then. We'll try for one full minute. Ready... Go!" The Coach let go of the clear acrylic penis. With a clatter, it fell to the floor, sliding from Megan with little hindrance. The Coach gave Megan a look that enraged her even more. "Let's try that again, shall we. And this time, concentrate, Miss Richards." He retrieved the device then effortlessly returned it to Megan's depths, causing her tummy to bulge outward momentarily. Looking up at the disrespectful blond, he said, "Before I release this time, I want you to first repeat the second part of your mantra."

Megan glared at him but eventually complied. "To hold him inside of me is my duty," she muttered dryly.

"Good, now I want you to squeeze for me. Bear down on the penis inside of you. Focus on it, Miss Richards. Honor the penis. To hold him inside is your duty."

Megan flexed relatively unused muscles.

"No, no, no!" the Coach said straightaway. "I didn't ask you to give birth to the damn thing, Miss Richards. Like most women, you are trying to push 'him' out. Embrace, coddle, contain. Clutch. Don't push."

"But..." Megan began.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted. Like lightning he reached up with his free hand and slapped the butt of Megan's CAP, causing her to grunt in a mixture of pain and surprise. The Coach's forgiving streak had apparently expired.

"Again," the Coach snapped. "Repeat your mantra, then squeeze."

Megan recited the mantra without hesitation rather than risk further tampering with the appliance in her rear, then she squeezed.

"Better," she heard the Coach mutter. Looking down Megan noticed the man had removed his hand entirely from the vaginal instrument. And rather than have it slip instantly from inside of her, Megan found she was able to "hold" it in place. Before she could get a really good gloat going, however, the Coach had her repeat her mantra then said, "Now squat down more, please."

Megan did as she was told., her thighs complaining bitterly.

"We'll begin with two pounds then gradually increase the weight," the Coach said as he snapped a small iron disk to the ring on the bottom of the weight trainer. Its associated lanyard was long enough to allow the weight to remain lying on the gym floor provided Megan maintained her squatting position. "When I say, I want you to rise upward slowly, please. Your task is to lift the weight off the floor using pressure applied to the weight trainer with your vaginal muscles," the Coach explained to Megan. "Begin," he said and glanced at his wrist watch.

It was somewhat of a relief to Megan to straighten her legs from the deep crouching position she'd been required to assume. It was such a relief that she forgot to squeeze. The weight trainer was promptly dragged from inside of her and again clattered to the floor between her feet.

"Stand up, Miss Richards," the Coach commanded in none to cheery a tone. Megan gave him a sheepish look. "You are obviously not concentrating."

"But..."

"Silence, Miss Richards. I have not asked for your opinion!" The coach assumed a position directly in from of the young blond. He was so close their noses almost touched. Megan could feel his breath on lips. He was silent for a moment, then he continued. "Perhaps I was wrong in trying to explain our program to you, Miss Richards. I was in error expecting to be able to reason with you. Perhaps you would respond better to more direct encouragement." While Megan stood with her mouth ajar, righteously indignant, the Coach stepped to the intercom unit. He muttered something unintelligible to Megan then turned and ordered her to move to the wrestling style mat nearby. "Service Position One," the Coach ordered once Megan was standing on the rubber mat. When Megan only look at him questioningly, he barked, "On your hands and knees, Miss Richards. Now!"

Just then, the gymnasium door opened and a white coverall clad Handler entered. He was big like most, and not exceptionally good looking Megan noted as he walked quickly in her direction. Events then moved at an alarmingly rapid pace. The two men never said a word to each other. The new Handler merely nodded toward the Coach in acknowledgment as he stepped onto the mat with Megan. Megan was about to turn on the "helpless little girl" act when she was abruptly thrown to the floor by the powerful man.

"You bastard, you're hurting me!" Megan managed to cry out when the Handler took her by the scruff of the neck and pressed her face to the mat, forcing her down flat on her belly. Fear took hold of her when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Coach drag a folding chair nearer the action and take a seat to watch.

"Take her," he instructed unemotionally. "Both openings. No orgasms. Name is Richards." He smile at Megan's expression of fear and shock.

"Nooooo!" Megan moaned and tried to struggle.

She was no match, however, for the powerful Handler who now straddled the backs of her thighs. He held Megan pinned face down to the mat effortlessly with one big hand between her shoulder blades while with his free hand he unfastened his coveralls readying himself for the business at hand.

"Miss Richards, I'd like for you to meet Ken," the Coach said almost casually. "Ken is going to help you with your concentration and focus. I urge you to follow his instructions, and while you're at it, try to remember what little you've learned thus far. It will go far better for the both of you if you do."

"No, please!" Megan said breathlessly. Panic was beginning to clutch at her gut with icy fingers.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" the man atop her said. His voice was coarse and rasping, probably from years of cigarette smoking. He took hold of the butt end of Megan's CAP and pushed it savagely into her tender backside.

"Ugghh, God, nooo! Huhhhh!" Megan gasped in response. The man was a brute.

"Silence!" the man named Ken growled and get up on your hands and knees. Service Position One, Miss Richards. Now!" he shouted from just behind Megan's right ear. He then grabbed a handful of her thick, blond hair and pulled her head back with a vicious yank. At the same time he slid back off the backs of Megan's thighs, seized the inside of her left hip and drug the hapless young woman up to a kneeling position.

Before Megan could even think about fighting back, the man released his hold on her hip, clutched his fairly sizeable cock and plunged it into Megan's vagina like a lance into vanilla pudding. Megan arched instinctively as her newest lover traveled into her, virtually unopposed. Pulling back on her hair, Ken coaxed Megan into an even more pronounced arch allowing him full and unfettered penetration.

Megan was too astonished to really put up much of a showing of resistance. As the man began to get up a rhythm, Megan found herself wondering just how many times she'd been raped that day. Was is five or six times? She'd lost count. Megan endured quietly even though this was her first time in what she'd always heard referred to as "Doggie Style".

Megan had never been one to experiment with sex much. She'd always treated it as a bargaining chip, a necessary step toward realizing a particular goal. She'd talked to female friends of hers, though, who'd implied that being taken from behind was the best way, but Megan found the thought humiliating and degrading. Now she found herself grunting softly and rhythmically as the head of her lover's penis punched at her insides, his thighs slapping against her firm buttocks.

"How does she feel?" Megan heard the Coach ask Ken.

"Sloppy," Ken replied matter-of-factly. "I can see why she's here. She needs a lot of work."

Megan was mortified. Here she was being raped by a man who at the same time felt it perfectly acceptable to discuss her sexual prowess or lack thereof with another while he made love to her.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered.

Megan looked up at him while Ken continued his work.

"Repeat your mantra," the Coach said flatly.

"M..my wha...?" Megan gasped. As much as she would later hate to admit, Ken's attentions were beginning to get through. The Thelazine, of course, helped a good deal by enhancing the signals sent from Megan's pleasure centers to her rather beleaguered mind.

"Your mantra, Miss Richards," the Coach repeated. Then looking at Ken with an exasperated expression on his face he said, "How quickly they forget."

"Do it, Miss Richards. Obey the Coach!" Ken commanded from behind as he abruptly snapped his hips forward, stabbing himself violently into Megan.

"Ugghh," Megan responded to the input. Then slowly while Ken continued to administer to her, Megan began in a broken huffing little voice, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. Ahhh... Ohhhh! To hold him inside of me is my d..duty!"

"Good," the Coach said leaning closer to Megan. His face was only inches from hers. Megan was devastated. She was being fucked from behind by one man while another sat nearby and tutored her. "I want you to practice what we've learned. Squeeze Ken. Hold onto him when he withdraws. It is your duty, Miss Richards. Remember that always." He was about to lean back in his seat when a thought struck him. Rising slightly, the Coach bent over Megan and reached for her CAP. "Don't let me disturb you two love birds," he chuckled as he pulled the appliance from Megan's rear end. Megan didn't see him nod to Ken, but practically without breaking stride, the man withdrew his penis from her vagina then sunk it into her once virgin anal passage.

Megan opened her mouth wide in shock, but only sound to come from the blond was a long, gushing exhalation. Her staring blue eyes suddenly met with those of the Coach who sat smiling benevolently and knowingly from his seat before her. "First time in there, Miss Richards?" he asked with a light hearted chortle. Then he looked up at his associate and commented, "I think you finally have her undivided attention, Kenneth. Now, Miss Richards, I want you to concentrate on Ken's cock. Feel it as he pushes into previously unvisited areas of your anatomy. I want you to focus upon the fact also that he is taking you against your will, and that you are helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he pleases. How does that make you feel, Miss Richards. Somewhat out of control of your destiny, perhaps?" The coach chuckled wickedly.

Megan was speechless. The pressure and pain that spread through her entire lower abdomen was intense. Ken was not yet fully involved with her and already it was more than she thought she could bear. Megan had never experienced anything even remotely as belittling and degrading as this. She was insulted and abased to the very depths of her soul. Ken worked his cock deeper into her. Megan writhed before him. She dropped to her elbows in an attempt to lessen the pain. She was instantly pulled back to her hands and knees by her hair.

"Service Position One," her lover prompted.

"Service Position One, Miss Richards," the Coach echoed. "Hands and knees, back arched, head up, shoulders forward. Look at me, Miss Richards. Look at me while Kenneth fucks your tight little ass."

Megan grunted miserably while Ken had his way with her. The horrible Coach sat with his face inches from her own, gazing into her eyes, forcing her to maintain eye contact with him while she was sodomized. After a few minutes, he then ordered Ken to "alternate passages". Soon Megan found herself being administered to in first one opening, then the other. Kenneth was very adept, and was able to switch from Megan's vagina to her rectum practically without breaking stride, three strokes here, four strokes there, and so on.

After almost thirty minutes of continuous attention, Kenneth managed to bring the head strong blond very close to climax. And thanks to the effects of Thelazine, Megan's anatomy responded favorably to Ken's diligence. Instinctively, Megan's vaginal tissues swelled around his pistoning member in preparation to accept his seed. With the Coach's ever present prompting, Megan concentrated on her vaginal and anal control, more so than the fact she was being taken against her will. Her will, by the way, was rapidly fading. The Coach saw it first in Megan's facial expression. That "inward stare" as he referred to it, when a female at last becomes totally wrapped around her lover, both mentally and physically. Ken soon felt it in Megan's internal musculature as well as the beginnings of orgasmic contractions rippled through the young woman's vaginal passage. Megan's breathing had assumed the same cadence as her lover's thrusts as she huffed softly in time with Ken. Her face, neck and shoulders were flushed a rosy pink. Megan Richards was very, very close. Then just as her eyes began to glaze slightly, the Coach order Ken out of her.

Megan would have fallen on her face when Ken exited her had he not held her up by her hips. Before she knew what was happening, her CAP was deftly reinserted by the Coach, and she was pulled to her feet. Megan's legs were so rubbery that she immediately fell to one knee.

"I see Kenneth agrees with you, Miss Richards," the Coach chuckled as he pulled Megan to her feet. "Perhaps now we can expect better cooperation?" Megan shot him a look. "Oh, I see," the Coach said. "Well, just remember. There are plenty of volunteers willing to assist. If needs be, we can see to it that you are attended to twenty-four hours a day. How does that sound to you?"

Megan thought better about responding and remained silent. Soon thereafter she was told to spread her feet and the vaginal weight lifting appliance was reinserted. By late that afternoon, Megan had managed to "hold" four pounds for one full minute. It wasn't an easy process, however. No less than three volunteers had been called in to assist Megan with her concentration and focus. One Handler had actually been called upon by the Coach to take Megan anally in a standing position while she attempted to maintain a "grip" on the weight apparatus. All in all, it was an entirely demeaning experience for Megan, and one she would not soon forget.

At precisely five o'clock, Alex showed up in the gymnasium to fetch his charges. He stood watching while the Coach put Megan through her paces one last time.

"Four minutes," Alex said approvingly when at last the iron disk clattered to the floor between Megan's ankles. "I am indeed impressed, Coach."

"She's taken a good bit of coaxing and a lot of man hours this afternoon, Alex, but I think in the long run she'll be worth the effort," the Coach said proudly. He stepped in front of Megan and cupped her pussy. Megan looked away in embarrassment. "Look at me, young lady," the Coach warned. He rubbed her firmly. Megan hesitantly raised her eyes to his. The Coach went on, "She has a good utilitarian body with reasonably good internal musculature." He dropped his hand then turned Megan by her shoulders so she faced Alex. "Her anal numbers are good, I understand," the Coach continued. "It's her vaginal muscles that still need toning up." He then reached up from under Megan's arms and cupped her breasts. "Good mammary structure, and firm breast tissue for one her age," he said as he gripped Megan painfully hard. Megan groaned and looked down at the Coach's hands on her breasts. "Eyes on Alex, Miss Richards, and keep still, please." Megan reluctantly obeyed. "Her attitude is far from satisfactory as you can see. I think you'll agree that this one will be with us for quite some time."

Alex nodded. "I agree, one hundred percent, Coach, and again I commend you on your progress with her thus far. Where's Caroline?" he then asked. "I've got to get a move on. I have a late night admission this evening. It's a busy time for us what with the women's equality movement and all." The two professionals exchanged knowing smiles.

"Last I saw her, she was heading for the showers with Jerry," the Coach said. He removed his hands from Megan and turned her to face him. "You've done reasonably well today, Miss Richards. I'll expect improvement tomorrow." He then turned and walked away to the other side of the big facility to assist with another young lady's training, leaving Megan stunned and speechless.

After retrieving Caroline from her activities in the bath with her companion, Jerry, Alex led Megan and the young brunette out of the gym. Once in the hallway, he told Caroline that Megan was now her responsibility until bed time. "I think a shower and supper might be in order," he added.

Caroline nodded dutifully with a smile. Then taking Megan by the hand, she led the numbed teenager away. Megan was publically bathed and then later enjoyed a "cafeteria style" dinner the last course of which naturally consisted of fresh semen provided by a volunteer Handler.

When at last it came time for bed, Megan was given yet another surprise. As busy as he was, Alex somehow found time to look in on her at bedtime.

Good evening, Miss Richards," Alex said politely. "I trust you enjoyed your meal." He smiled knowingly. Megan sat on the edge of the big king sized bed and glared at the man. "Where is Caroline?" Alex asked.

"Here I am," the sweet child's voice echoed from the hallway. From behind Alex the young brunette padded into the bed chamber then jumped up onto the bed next to Megan.

Trying not to be too terribly obvious, Megan slid away from the warped little girl.

Alex hadn't missed a thing, however, and his expression reflected his displeasure. "I realize that it's your first day, Miss Richards, but I do hope that you will make an effort to join our little family over the next few weeks. As you have no doubt seen in your brief time with us, it is quite difficult to remain alone here."

Megan said nothing. She knew better than to argue or complain. So she chose to say nothing at all.

Although such behavior could be considered blatant. Alex decided to let it go for today. Turning to Caroline he asked warmly, "Who is your partner tonight, sweetheart?"

"I think, Todd wanted to be with me tonight," the little girl answered with complete candor. She smiled sweetly.

"Good," Alex said in return. "Todd is a good man and an excellent Handler. I know you will take good care of him, Caroline."

Caroline beamed.

"And you, Miss Richards? Who do we have scheduled to be with you this evening?"

Megan who'd been listening to Alex's conversation with Caroline couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I beg your pardon," Megan responded.

"Didn't you check the bulletin board, Miss Richards?" he asked. When Megan responded with a blank look, Alex finally understood. "I see," he said. "I guess no one has pointed out our Partner Board to you." Without waiting for a response from Megan, Alex explained. "At the end of the hall near the bathrooms, we have a bulletin board. All of our Guests are required to check this board daily. On this board you will find your schedule of classes and sessions for each day. Personal notes will also be left posted there for you. In addition, your nightly Partner assignment will be posted there. A responsible Guest will check the board several times a day. At a minimum you will need to know who is to be your Partner for the night and what his or her special needs are. Am I making myself clear, Miss Richards?"

Megan remained silent for a short time then asked, "By 'Partner', do you mean what I think you mean?"

"I thought we went over all of that earlier, Miss Richards," Alex said, not attempting to conceal his impatience. "As a Guest of the Center, you are assigned a more or less permanent Principal and Companion," Alex explained. "I am your Principal or Principal Handler at this time, although that may change as I am very busy with new enrollees. Caroline is your Companion." Alex smiled at the little brunette then continued. "Each night our Guests are assigned a Partner for the evening. Our assigned Partners are, as a rule, also certified Handlers, but not always. A lot depends upon what we feel a Guest needs in order to further her training program. For example, Caroline here needs more work on deep oral penetration routines. Todd is an expert in this area. So Todd will be with Caroline tonight, and every night until Rob, her Principal feels she has mastered the technique."

Megan would never cease to be amazed by the things she heard in this place. She was stunned by the casual frankness with which Alex discussed what amounted to the statutory rape of an eleven year old girl.

"You, Miss Richards, were scheduled for a date with Deke this afternoon and as a result no partner has been assigned. Generally following a date with Deke, our Guests are left somewhat incapacitated for a day or two. We aren't animals, after all." Megan smirked. "Unfortunately," Alex went on, ignoring Megan's latest violation, "Deke was busy with another problem case this afternoon. So.. Let's see," Alex said thinking out loud.

Just then a sandy haired Handler stepped up beside Alex. "Hi, Alex," he said.

"Hello, Todd," Alex replied politely.

"Hi, Todd," Caroline said from her seat on the edge of the big bed.

"Hi, Caroline," Todd said cheerily. "Are you ready for bed?" he asked.

"Uh huh," Caroline answered.

"Do you mind, Alex, or will we disturb you?" Todd asked, nodding toward Megan.

"No.. No.. Absolutely not, Todd. You two go right ahead. We're about done here anyway. I've got to run find Miss Richards a Partner for the evening, then I'm going home."

"You off tonight?" Todd asked, moving into the room.

"Yeah, and I need the break too," Alex confided candidly. "North has been working me to death with all of the new enrollees. I have one more to go to fitting tonight, and then I'm outta here."

Meanwhile, Caroline slid around to one side of the bed and Todd followed. Megan couldn't believe it, but in no time at all, the little brunette had removed the man's rather hefty penis from within his coveralls and popped it into her mouth. The sounds of the youngster's oral efforts resounded in the otherwise quiet sleeping chamber.

Seeing the expression of incredulity on the face of his charge, Alex asked, "Is there anything wrong, Miss Richards?"

Tearing her eyes from the activities on the other side of the bed, Megan answered, "Well, yeah. I mean... Are they going to do that right here. I mean, what about when we go to sleep?"

"Miss Richards, you might as well get used to sleeping with Caroline. You two will become practically inseparable over the next few weeks."

"Yeah, but.. I mean... What about him?" Megan said turning to look at the loving couple. Todd stood with his hands on his hips beside the bed. To Megan's great surprise, little Caroline had buried her nose in his pubic hair. That meant that the young girl had managed to swallow Todd completely. "God!" Megan thought. She shivered at the thought.

"Todd will also be spending the night tonight as will a Partner for you, Miss Richards as soon as I can find a volunteer."

Megan's mouth fell open in astonishment.

Alex laughed merrily at her consternation then said, "Don't worry, Miss Richards. Your Partner needs to sleep too. He won't keep you up all night. Just part of it. Why don't you just lie down beside Caroline and Todd and relax. I'll send someone in for you soon."

Megan could do nothing but gaze dumbly at Alex.

"Have a nice evening, and try to get some rest. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow." With that, Alex turned and walked away down the corridor.

Megan sat stunned, staring blankly at the doorway. It seemed like there would be no end to this madness. Then the bed shook as Caroline and her Partner crawled under the sheets together. Megan tried not to listen to the giggles and squeals as two animated lumps began to frolic beneath the covers on the other side of the bed. After a moment the giggles became whispers and murmurs, and the two mounds under the sheets merged into one. Megan turned sideways on the bed, trying to keep her back to the occupied side of the big bed. She heard more whispers, then suddenly silence. Just as Megan turned to see what was happening there came a soft cry.

"Ohhhhh...."

Then, shortly afterward, a man's whisper.

"Yes, Caroline..."

Megan turned away. She hugged herself and shivered. The big bed began to rock rhythmically. Megan felt sick. "How could anyone do that to a child?" Megan wondered in disgust. She didn't have a lot of time to consider the matter further, however.

"Good evening, Miss Richards," the Handler said from the doorway.

Megan turned quickly. She immediately recognized the man as one of the beastly individuals she'd encountered earlier that day in the hallways of the horrible institution. She remembered also that he was not a nice man.

"We met this afternoon, if you recall," the Handler said. "My name is Martin." He stepped through the door and walked toward Megan on the bed. "Who's your Companion?" he asked nodding in the direction of the heaving lump under the bedcovers.

"Caroline," Megan answered flatly.

"Ah yes. A good choice. Caroline is an experienced young lady," he said conversationally.

Megan didn't try to disguise her feelings of loathing and revulsion. They were painted quite plainly on her face as the man stepped in front of her. Martin, who was well trained in the art of reading a woman's facial expressions knew precisely how he should proceed based upon Megan's unwitting display of her feelings. Also, he'd reviewed her files just minutes earlier. Even though she'd been with the Center for less than twenty-four hours, Megan Richards had already developed quite a reputation as a "Resistant". Martin was quite adept at dealing with "Resistants".

"I am to be your Partner this evening, Miss Richards, so let's begin."

Megan looked up at him apprehensively. She already hated this man. Then , shutting her eyes, Megan vowed silently to resist. She waited.

"Service Position Two," the Handler said in a tone of command.

Megan didn't move. Nor did she open her eyes. Inside, she was terrified.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards," the Handler repeated patiently after a moment. He moved closer so that his pants legs touched Megan's knees. When after two minutes Megan had failed to respond to his order, the Handler took her chin none to gently in his left hand, and tipped her face upward. "Open your eyes, Miss Richards and listen carefully to what I say." His voice was cold. Something told Megan that she'd better at least look at him. Reluctantly she opened her eyes. The Handler remained silent for several moments while he stared into Megan's eyes. At last he said very quietly and distinctly, "Miss Richards I can arrange to have a dozen volunteers join us at any time." Megan's eyes grew wider. "Would you prefer more company for the evening, Miss Richards?" Martin asked. Megan lowered her eyes. "Look at me and answer my question, Miss Richards," the Handler ordered. He squeezed Megan's cheeks uncomfortably hard.

"Nnnnnn.." Megan cried through clenched teeth.

Martin studied her for a long while. Then he delivered his ultimatum. "I've read your file, Miss Richards, and you are considered a trouble maker. I do not tolerate trouble makers or resistive Guests." Megan stared at him guardedly as he continued. "I expect full cooperation out of you beginning right now. If you hesitate to obey for one instant, I will call for assistance. Be advised, Miss Richards. If you force me to call for additional volunteers, you will not be getting much sleep tonight. Obey me without question or entertain a dozen men." He pushed Megan back onto the bed.

Megan glared up at the wicked man while she rubbed her jaw. Some day she would get even with these horrible people. Some day.. Some how.

But not this night...

"Service Position Two," Martin ordered.

Slowly Megan pushed herself to a sitting position. She sincerely hoped that her feelings of icy hatred were adequately reflected in her eyes as she reached out for the opening of the Handler's coverall.

Megan was taken by her Partner twice that evening after she'd completed her oral duties; once vaginally and once, much to Megan's displeasure, anally. Martin was not a gentle lover. He performed with a calculated ferocity, that caused Megan a good deal of discomfort and left her totally unsatisfied.

In addition, at one point during the anal portion of her evening's performance, when Megan had been reduced to a grunting, drooling mass, face down on the bed with her Handler's cock planted so deeply into her rear end that Megan thought it would explode out of her navel, she'd dug her fingernails into the sheets and rolled her head to the side. Opening her eyes briefly, Megan saw both Caroline and her Partner watching her ordeal intently. They were both smiling.

Megan awoke with a start. It was several minutes before she became fully cognizant and aware of her surroundings. Rolling her head to the side, she was met with the face of a stranger. Her surprise was quickly replaced by dismay when unwanted memories flooded back. Megan sat up quickly rather than lay beside the Handler for even one second longer. Carefully she swung her legs around until she sat on the edge of the mattress with her back to her Partner. She couldn't believe that she'd actually managed to fall asleep with the loathsome man. Megan's head felt thick. She had no idea what time it had been when the Handler had finished with her the night before, but she knew she'd been totally exhausted.

Megan groaned and put a hand on her belly. She was quite sore. Moving her hand downward, Megan spread her legs and gingerly explored herself. "Uh, God!" she mumbled in disgust. Her sparse blond pubic hair was matted and sticky with a mixture of dried sweat, vaginal fluid and coagulated semen. Megan Richards began her second day at The Youth Training Center feeling filthy and despondent. The program was working.

She felt him stir behind her. "Good morning, Miss Richards," Martin said as he rolled onto his back. Megan said nothing. She squirmed slightly. Her CAP Device was particularly painful this morning. "I trust you are rested," the Handler inquired, jamming a pillow under his head. Megan nodded, but remained silent. She was learning that not answering a direct question meant trouble. "Good, then let's get started." Megan held her breath, awaiting her first order of the day. "Service Position Three," Miss Richards," the Handler commanded.

Megan had been taught this new routine just last night. "Service Position Three" required her to first manually or orally arouse her mate to full erection, then mount him by straddling his hips and facing him. She was expected to position his penis then lower herself onto him. It was then her responsibility to raise and lower herself on him until such a time as she's either told to stop, or until he inseminates her. She was to do this without any assistance or participation on the part of the male or female partner (Strap on devices are used frequently at TYTC.).

Megan sighed heavily. Then, reluctantly, but without any noticeable signs of resistance, Megan rolled onto her side beside the Handler named Martin, took his flaccid cock in her hand and began the business of getting him hard. Martin placed his hands behind his head on the pillow and monitored her progress. Surprised that she wasn't required to perform fellatio on the Handler, Megan quickly coaxed him to full erection. The fact that Martin was a sizeable man required Megan to first stand up on the mattress and step across him, straddling his hips. She took his thick shaft in her hand, aimed it upward, then slowly squatted down onto him. Megan even remembered to maintain eye contact from the moment the tip of his penis touched her. She actually felt a warped sense of pride as she went down on her Handler. The program was working. Unfortunately, because she was fairly dry from lack of foreplay, (considered detrimental at TYTC) and still quite sore from her activities the evening before, Megan moaned softly as her Handler's cock made its way into her.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" her Handler barked. Martin made a mental note to recommend some "QTT" (Quiet Time Training) for Megan. He stared into her eyes, looking for signs of the obstinance he'd seen last night. He studied her face, searching for that deeply entrenched resentment that fuels disobedience. As Megan began to service him, Martin made another mental note.

Later, he would make this entry in her permanent records:

Megan Richards, at the beginning of her second day, is most likely fully aware of her situation. After working with her for one evening and one morning I see definite signs of progress, however I believe her self-determination lies just below the surface. It is my opinion that although Miss Richards holds some promise for completing her program of conditioning at TYTC, I feel that she requires constant supervision and attention. I recommend some "Quiet Time Training" in addition to her regular routines, and as soon as possible she should be scheduled to see Deke.

Martin left Megan's bed at around eight-thirty, leaving her exhausted from her efforts and filled with his semen. At a point during Megan's servicing of Martin, young Caroline and her Partner had awaked, and much to Megan's abhorrence, the older man had then made love to the young child unabashedly right beside her. Not that Megan'd had a great deal of time to spend watching them for she'd been entirely too wrapped up with her own morning duties. Todd had eventually finished with Caroline and made his exit, leaving Megan and the youngster alone in the rumpled bed.

"How did you like Martin?" Caroline asked after she'd had time to catch her breath. "I think he's a nice man. Don't you?"

Megan stared at the little girl in stunned disbelief. "How could she possibly think that any one of these horrible creatures was nice?" Megan wondered. Then a chilling thought occurred to her. "Could Caroline be that brain washed? Surely she wouldn't have believed that the things these men were doing to her are considered acceptable, before the time of her abduction. At some point in time she must have been a normal little girl."

"He showed me lots of new stuff the last time he was my Partner," Caroline said in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Is this what I'll turn into one day?" Megan thought with a shudder. "Brain-washed and conditioned to do anything any man asks? A robot. A sex machine?" She felt sick. For the first time since her arrival at The Center, Megan Richards felt deep sense of dismay. Subconsciously, she resigned just a little more.

"I don't want to talk about it," Megan said at last to Caroline. "This is a horrible place filled with horrible people, and I plan to do everything I can to fight them!" she then added, with what little confidence she had left.

Caroline was silent for awhile, then said with a genial smile, "OK, have it your way. We had better get going, though. It's bath time and then breakfast." With that, the little brunette bounced off the bed and stood waiting with her hand extended in Megan's direction, indicating that she should come along. Reluctantly, Megan swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood. Then, led like a child by a child, Megan, escorted by Caroline went out to start her day.

Like the day before, Megan was bathed publically by a helpful volunteer. Her toiletry and other personal hygiene needs were also seen to for her while an audience of perhaps fifteen people gazed on appraisingly. Once all was in order, Caroline led her to the cafeteria where she had a nutritious and filling breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon and semen. The latter, for the first time, was served to her at body temperature in an eight ounce glass. In it was the combined offerings of six volunteer donors. Megan had gagged horribly, but was eventually coaxed into finishing the entire helping, by two attending Handlers.

Alex had shown up at some point during her repast, and eventually advised Megan of her schedule for the day. "I'll drop you off at the Gym to begin with, Miss Richards," Alex said. "The Coach is anxious to continue your program." Megan glared at him icily. A little semen seeped from the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek. Megan wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand. "Some points of interest were noted in you records by your Partner, Martin following last night's exercises, and I've asked The Coach to consider them in your program today."

What do you mean?" Megan asked, speaking out of turn.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Alex shouted instantly. "No comment or reply on your part is required. You will understand when the time comes, I'm sure." Megan did not like the sound of that. "Come with me, Miss Richards," Alex ordered. Then looking in Caroline's direction he said, "We'll have her back to you this evening, Caroline. I know you have things to do today as well. I understand you will be graduating soon. Isn't that so?" The sweet little brunette practically glowed with pride as she nodded her pretty head enthusiastically. "You're a good girl, Caroline. The Center will miss you," Alex added then held his hand out toward Megan. "You could take a lesson from Caroline, Miss Richards. Cooperation, it appears is not your long suit. Now come along."

A renewed sense of rage and profound hatred filled Megan Richards as she slowly stood and took her Handler's offered hand. "Some day! Some how!" Megan spat venomously, but silently.

The Coach, being an extremely efficient man, started Megan on her weight training regimens right away. The vaginal weight lifting appliance was inserted and to begin with, a four pound weight was applied. "You must concentrate, Miss Richards," the Coach scolded when the device immediately fell to the floor between Megan's feet. "Repeat your mantra," he ordered.

Megan glared at the man. Then head and eyes downcast, she mumbled, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."

The apparatus was reinserted. Megan shuddered, then groaned as the phallic device separated soft tissues on its journey deep within her.

"Your mantra, again," the Coach barked. He placed his other hand on the butt end of her CAP while Megan recited. "Begin," he ordered, releasing the weight trainer. "Concentrate!" he snapped. Megan bore down. She groaned from the strain. "Silence!" the Coach hissed. He pressed upward on the end of her CAP. Megan gasped.... audibly. The weight and vaginal appliance crashed to the floor.

The Coach had been kneeling beside Megan. With a distinct air of frustration and disapproval, he stood and said, "Come with me, Miss Richards." He took Megan by her wrist and led her across the floor of the ghastly gymnasium.

This being only her second visit to the gym, Megan had not had time to fully appreciate most of the sophisticated and specialized equipment the facility had to offer. Some of the mechanisms looked vaguely like those one might find in a normal work out facility. Others were completely foreign in appearance. Their imagined functions brought a chill to Megan as she was led past.

At last they stopped in front of a long, low contrivance made up of stainless steel rails and padded vinyl supports. At a glance it looked somewhat like a bench press machine only longer. Two parallel, eight foot long, two inch diameter, shining steel rails were supported about one foot apart and approximately three feet off the floor by strong, "X" braced legs. Near the base of the support legs at one end of the apparatus were fastened a pair padded, cuff-like arrangements, one on either side. At the opposite end of the machine, welded to the linear rails was a four foot long cross beam of the same tubular construction as the linear rails themselves. At either end of this cross member was a cuff similar to the ones on the rear support legs. Mounted atop the center of the main rails was a lightly padded platform approximately one foot wide and three to four in length. Attached to this platform was a wide, padded, black nylon band much like a cummerbund with wide velcro closures.

Megan stood beside the Coach, eyeing the cuffs and cummerbund warily. She felt relatively certain that they were intended to restrain. She would soon discover that her assessment was indeed accurate.

"Please straddle the apparatus, Miss Richards, and then lie face down on the pad in the center," the Coach instructed without hesitation. "Your breasts should just overhand the platform at the one end and your thighs the other. We can make adjustments as necessary."

Megan stared at him with guarded loathing.

"Do it now, Miss Richards," he said, responding to her malignant expression calmly and professionally.

Megan stared down at the hateful looking device then back to the Coach. He remained silent, bear-like arms folded across his chest, face set in stone. Megan, as always, had no choice. In the end, she had to obey.

"Place your hands on the cross-bar, Miss Richards. Wrists in the cuffs," the Coach instructed while he busied himself synching the cummerbund restraint tightly around Megan's waist.

"But...." Megan began to whine.

"Silence, and do as you are told!" the Coach barked. Megan reluctantly took hold of the cold metal tubing then allowed her tormentor to close the padded cuffs around her wrists, securing her hands to the cross-bar. She did not resist him, when he then placed her ankles, first the right, then the left, into the restraint cuffs at the opposite end of the apparatus. Megan was helpless, strapped face down to an evil device who's full purpose she did not yet know. She began to be afraid.

The Coach circled the machine, inspecting his handiwork to be certain that Megan was secured. Then he stepped over to a large stainless steel cabinet standing beside the apparatus to which Megan was attached. He swung open the double doors of the enclosure, exposing a horizontal work surface with locker doors beneath. On the work surface was what appeared to be a recording device of some sort. Attached to it were several wires leading to contact pads much like an EKG machine. One wire led to a black velcro band. Picking up said band, the Coach turned to Megan. "Hold still, Miss Richards. This won't hurt at all." After brushing Megan's hair aside, he fitted the two inch wide band around her neck like a collar and fastened it in the back. "It's nothing more than a throat microphone," he explained as he adjusted the collar so that the small metallic sensor on its inner surface lay directly over Megan's larynx. Next he taped two of the sensor pads to Megan's back over her rib cage, one on either side of her spine. Then, lastly he pushed one pad up under Megan's belly so that it lay against her lower abdomen just below her navel.

"Very well then, Miss Richards," he said at last, apparently satisfied with his work thus far. "Are you quite comfortable?" he asked. Megan refused to answer. "No reply?" the Coach chuckled. "Funny you should choose to remain silent at this particular time." Megan gave him a curious look. "You see, Miss Richards, the apparatus who's purpose you are about to experience, we refer to as our "Silent Partner". Time spent with the "Silent Partner" is know simply as "Quiet Time". Turning her head, Megan gazed defiantly at the man. Ignoring her, the Coach continued. "It has been brought to the attention of your Handler and to that of the Headmaster, and consequently to my attention as well, that you appear to be having trouble adhering to our standard of silence." Megan opened her mouth to comment, but quickly thought better of it. The Coach continued. "This is, of course a non-negotiable standard, and one that we take quite seriously. You, Miss Richards, have been observed to be in violation of this standard on many occasions even over the past twenty-four hours." He held up a hand, pretending to fend off any potential objection on Megan's part. None was forthcoming. "Granted, Miss Richards, you are new here, and a certain number of infractions are to be expected. However, this does not mean that they are to be condoned. We believe that silence is absolutely imperative for a Guest under all circumstances including and in particular while she is providing service to a mate or mates." He paused for a moment to let his words "sink in". "You, Miss Richards," the Coach went on, "appear to be either unwilling or unable to adhere to this regulation. As a result, you have been scheduled for some 'Quiet Time'. We will begin shortly. I believe that you will understand and appreciate the function of this device very quickly without the need for lengthy explanation or instruction."

While Megan watched, her position causing her to have to crane her neck painfully, the Coach opened the lower locker in the enclosure and removed a bulky contrivance composed of gears and cams. Stepping out of Megan's line of sight, he quickly fastened the contraption to the rails above and between Megan's knees. Megan felt the bench shift under her as the Coach went about his chores out of sight.

Once the "driver" was attached to the main rails, the Coach moved back to the cabinet. Opening a drawer, he removed what Megan saw to be three artificial penises. They were rather small compared to what Megan was accustomed to by now, each being about three quarters of an inch in diameter and perhaps six to seven inches long. They were, of course, anatomically correct, and each was attached to the end of a thin steel rod about two feet in length.

Megan held her breath as the Coach again stepped out of her field of vision. Then seconds later she squeaked in surprise and her hips jerked upward ineffectually against the restraining cummerbund when the Coach promptly inserted one of the artificial appendages into her vagina. Fortunately she was already fairly well lubricated from her weight training, because the Coach wasted no time in pushing the penis all the way in until Megan felt it in her deepest depths. The Coach then proceeded to move the small phallus in and out a few times until he felt satisfied with its placement.

Megan did a little more than squeak when the second one went in. "Uhhhh..." she gasped as the second plastic penis joined the first inside of her vaginal passage. Oddly, the Coach seemed to ignore both of her audible outbursts. There was no pain, but the sensation was distinctly unpleasant for Megan when the Coach began to move the two probes in and out of her, first together then alternating, holding them by their attached steel rods. Megan squirmed against the waist restraint. The skin over her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cross bar with her hands.

"Ohhh.. Owwww.. Nnnn..." Megan cried when the stretching began. To late, she remembered that the Coach had taken three small penal probes from the drawer of the cabinet. She strained desperately against her restraints, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. Her vaginal portal continued to dilate painfully around the tip then at last, the shaft of the third, and hopefully the final plastic intruder slipped into her depths.

Megan lay breathing heavily on the "Silent Partner". She was fully involved. From between her thighs and round buttocks protruded three thin stainless steel rods. In her depths lay nestled side by side, the three vaginal manipulators. The steel rods attached to them were connecting rods, and one by one, the Coach attached them to receivers set into the gear actuated control cams of the driver unit. After checking all of his connections, the Coach again stepped back into Megan's field of vision.

"Do you require an explanation, my dear, or shall we simply begin?" the Coach asked almost gleefully. Personally, he considered the "Partner" to be the single most effective training aid that The Center had at its disposal short of the CAP Device. And he so much enjoyed witnessing the marked change in deportment of the Guests after they experienced some "Quiet Time".

In an attempt to combat her mounting fear, Megan responded with malevolence. "You and all of this pack of animals will pay for this some day!" she spat. If Megan could only have seen herself. Strapped helplessly to a mechanical contrivance controlled by the very man she threatened. Her vagina packed to the hilt with hard rubber and with shining steel rods protruding from between her thighs. She might have laughed as her tormentor did. But only briefly.

At last, suppressing his chuckling, the Coach reached for the panel. After activating the recording device, he flipped a single switch.

Nothing

Megan had winced reflexively, expecting the worst. Her expression of hatred turned to puzzlement. Then she watched as the Coach reached toward her feet, his hand disappearing from view. She then felt him slowly twist her CAP back and forth. Her tummy muscles flexed instinctively.

Nothing.

Then without warning, the Coach slapped the butt end of Megan's CAP, forcing the ever present cylinder deeper into her tender tissues.

"Ugghhmm!" Megan grunted softly.

Instantly a electrical shock of alarming intensity shot through her body, causing Megan to arch her back upward off the surface of the pad she lay on. The shock, although not terribly painful, caused Megan to let out a soft cry of alarm. A second flash of lightening emanating seemingly from her spiritual center coursed outward from her womb, down her legs and up her spine. Megan bit her tongue. Her back arched again even more dramatically before her torso fell back to the surface of the bench. She lay panting heavily. Her eyes were bulging in shock and surprise, but she made no sound. It was quite by accident, however. Megan was not a quiet young lady. She sensed the Coach was talking again.

"Well. There you have it, Miss Richards. It's really quite simple really," The Coach said to the helpless blond. "Make the slightest sound, and that includes belly grunts, and receive a correction. Remain silent. No correction. Simple, right?" He smiled down at Megan.

The hapless young woman began what she'd hoped would be a curse. What came out was only the first syllable consonant sound followed by the rapid release of breath. It sounded like this.

"Fffff hhhhggggghhhhh"

Before her body crashed back to the pad, Megan felt the warm spray of her own urine strike the insides of her thighs. The Coach smiled down at her.

"Make a sound, Miss Richards. Correction. No sound, no correction."

Megan looked up at him in horror.

"I think you'll get the idea soon enough, Miss Richards. You're a smart young lady. And now for the best part." He reached for the controls. "If you're a very quiet girl, the "Partner" can be very nice to you." He flipped a second switch.

Megan groaned loudly, just seconds before every molecule of her body became an electrical conductor. Snot flew from her nose in a most unladylike fashion and her bladder emptied the remainder of its contents as the Coach stepped around front for a better view of his subject.

The three vaginal manipulators began their work and continued unrelenting. The gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams which moved the connecting rods back and forth which unfailingly pushed and pulled the three plastic penises in and out of Megan Richards in a steady, sequential order much like the pistons of a rotary style compressor, so that at no time was she left completely empty.

At first, Megan, like most Guests reacted audibly to the mechanical invasion of her person, but it took only very few corrective pulses from the "Partner" to quiet her down. Soon all that could be heard in the otherwise unoccupied gymnasium was the steady whine of gears, some heavy breath sounds, and of course, the liquid sounds of female arousal. The sounds of increased breathing rate and magnitude were permissible by the computerized sensors attached to Megan's body, but the slightest groan, whimper, grunt or other guttural sound was instantly rewarded.

Understanding that even a female with the most active vaginal secretions could not hope to keep up with the unrelenting cadence of the "Silent Partner", the design engineers at TYTC built in an auto-lube system into the apparatus. It was quite simple really. From time to time, a small amount of heavy, non-petroleum based oil was sprayed from a nozzle onto the shafts of the probes as they sequentially appeared from inside the vaginal passage of the user. All in all, the "Silent Partner" is an elegant machine that had served the Center well.

Megan's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of her situation after approximately forty minutes on the "Partner". Her moan of pleasure and pain was instantly rewarded by a mind numbing pulse of internal fire. The Coach monitored his subject, faithfully logging her reactions and number of corrections. With the exception of her initial outbursts and one orgasmic cry, Megan went on to enjoy almost three full hours of mechanical companionship in complete silence. During this time, the Coach logged eight orgasms including her first.

"All climaxes with the exception of her first were executed within prescribed audio parameters," the Coach noted in Megan's permanent record.

Some young ladies actually came to enjoy the attentions of the "Partner", the Coach knew. He recalled one young red head who became so enamored with the added stimulation of the intense electrical pulses, that she began to purposely prompt the machine's corrective function. "Women are interesting creatures," he mused as he watched Megan shudder from another climax. In any case, he did not want to run the risk of having Megan become attached to the device. So after a little over three hours, the Coach turned the "Partner" off.

For at least thirty minutes, Megan could not stand or walk. Her body felt as if it was made of soft rubber. Surprisingly, she was not exceptionally sore internally. The smaller diameter probes and supplied artificial lubricant had performed as intended. The primary objective of the "Silent Partner" was to give a young lady the opportunity to experience multiple climaxes, and to remain silent during each. It was not designed to punish or damage.

Alex showed up right on time, and after receiving a thorough report from the Coach, he thanked him for his services then led Megan away. Being led by the hand was becoming almost second nature to Megan, but she almost fell on more than one occasion as she padded alone barefoot behind the big Handler.

Alex led Megan to the cafeteria and left her in the hands of several volunteers, promising to return shortly. By the time he returned, Megan had finished eating. Alex walked up to her and her most recent companion just as Megan was sucking the last drop of semen from the man's pulsing cock.

"Come along, Miss Richards," Alex said when he thought Megan was finished. "I trust you've enjoyed your meal." Megan glared up at him, but remained silent. With Alex's help, she stood. Her legs were still a bit wobbly. "I am taking you back to your quarters now, Miss Richards," he said as he led her toward the door. "Caroline will meet us there. I have instructed her not to allow anyone to bother you for two hours while you get some rest. I expect you to use the time wisely, Miss Richards. Get some sleep. You will need your strength."

When Megan gave him a questioning look, Alex smiled. "You have an appointment with Deke this afternoon, Miss Richards, at three o'clock sharp."

A cold chill passed through her. Perhaps it was only his tone of voice, but something in the way Alex, and everyone else for that matter, spoke of the man named Deke told Megan that an appointment with this person was not something to look forward to.

Caroline was there in their bed chamber waiting for her just like Alex had promised. Megan was indeed exhausted both from her recent Quiet Time and from her activities the night before and earlier that morning with Martin. Gratefully she crawled between beneath the sheet that Caroline so kindly held up for her. Megan would have been asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow had it not been for the fact that Caroline wanted to "play". About a half hour later, Megan was finally able to drift off with the younger girl curled up behind her with one of her small hands cupping Megan's right breast.

It seemed as thought she'd just fallen asleep when she was suddenly shaken awake by Caroline. "It's time," the little girl said politely. "Do you need to use the bathroom first?"

Caroline helped Megan with her toilet then brought her back to their quarters. When they arrived, Alex was waiting. "Have you used the bathroom, Miss Richards?" he asked. "You are going to be busy for the next few hours and won't get another chance."

"Nothing was sacred or even private in this horrible place!" Megan thought to herself. She nodded curtly to her Handler.

"Very well. Come along then." He extended his hand. Megan took it and allowed him to lead her once again like a small child. It was very demeaning. The Center thought of everything.

Megan was taken first to the Center's gynecological wing where she was given a thorough internal examination. The Center's Gyn Section was, needless to say, very well equipped and staffed by dedicated doctors and technicians. Due to the nature of the services provided by TYTC, it should come as no surprise that the Gyn Section was kept rather busy tending to the personal physiological needs of the Guests. Soon after her arrival, Megan found herself seated in an exam chair with her feet in the stirrups. Alex stood nearby. As expected, no pleasantries were exchanged when the doctor arrived. He gave a cursory glance at Megan's chart then turned to Alex.

"Miss Richards is scheduled to see Deke this afternoon, I see. I assume a preliminary examination is what you require.

"That's correct, Doctor," Alex replied in his usual professional tone of voice.

"Very well," he the doctor said as he turned to an instrument tray on a stainless steel stand next to the Megan's exam chair. Megan gave a little squeak when he unexpectedly picked up a pneumatic vaccination gun and injected her in the right shoulder.

"Phttt." Megan received another dosage of Thelazine. Both Alex and the doctor watched as the customary flush appeared in Megan's face. Unlike the first dosage of the experimental compound, the second dose always produced instantaneous results in a girl. Inside of Megan Richards the Bartholins's and Skene's glands responsible for the production of lubricating mucous in her vaginal passage and at its opening went into overtime. After another moment or two, the doctor fetched a clear plastic speculum from the tray, and while he chatted casually with Alex, he inserted the instrument into Megan. It slipped into her effortlessly.

"Will this be a routine visit for Miss Richards, or will Deke be giving her special incentive therapy?"

Alex smiled warmly as he watched the doctor adjust the plastic device so that it spread the walls of Megan's vagina widely open. Her fluffy and convoluted interior was plainly visible, glistening with moisture. The doctor adjusted a spot light so that it shown up inside of Megan. "Yes, Doctor, Deke will indeed be providing Miss Richards with some much needed attitude adjustment." The two men chuckled.

Megan sat silently listening while she was discussed like a side of beef. Having only just come from her first session of Quiet Time, she at least had learned to choose her battles if nothing else. Now was not the time to speak, she decided. The examination was humiliating, but at least she wasn't being brutalized for the time being.

"The Headmaster wanted me to inquire about the possibility of using Miss Richards to test your new U.I. Program. Do you think that might be feasible?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment. Then resumed his initial inspection of Megan's opening. After a moment he stood, picked up a tablet a began to leaf through its contents. "Hmm.." He muttered absent-mindedly. "According to her records, her internal measurements taken at the time of her induction appear to be adequate. Fifty-one, point five cubic inches. Is this an accurate volume?"

"It is indeed, Doctor," Alex replied. "I took her measurements myself."

"And how active has her schedule been since?" the doctor asked as he slipped his finger into Megan and proceeded to palpate her interior. He pressed one or two somewhat delicate areas causing Megan to wince visibly.

"The usual program," Alex responded as he stepped behind the doctor for a better view. "Although as you no doubt noted in Miss Richards' records, she has had a bit a problem with cooperation since her arrival. She's been treated to some corrective attention as a result. She's also begun working with the Coach on her vaginal conditioning."

"So, it is probable that she's gained some volume potential?" It was a rhetorical question. "Let's have a look at you, Miss Richards," the doctor murmured. He dropped a small pair of magnifying lenses down in front of his spectacles then leaned farther in between Megan's splayed thighs. Behind him, Alex nodded.

The "U.I" or Uterine Involvement Program was still very much in its infancy. Put simply, the procedure entailes injecting special compounds directly into the muscular collar or cervix that guards the entrance to the uterus. The compounds anesthetize and paralyze the powerful toroidal muscle making entry into the uterus itself possible.

To date, the technique has been performed on only one other Guest. The young lady, who was fourteen at the time, was probed by artificial means only, but unfortunately, severe bleeding had resulted. The bleeding was stopped quickly, and at no time was her life or health in jeopardy, however the instance had caused the staff gynecologists to re-think the procedure. Subsequent lab testing was preformed utilizing some specialized astringent compounds, and the technicians now believe that they've at last resolved the problem of uterine hemorrhaging.

"And how old is Miss Richards?" the doctor asked nonchalantly. He picked up a thin glass rod about a foot in length and inserted the end into Megan's dilated vaginal passage.

"She's eighteen years, two months," Alex replied, as he moved again for a better view. At the very end of the moist pink tunnel that was Megan's vagina, Alex could clearly see the darker pink toroidal shape of her cervix. Megan's facial expression portrayed her discomfort as the doctor began to gently probe around the perimeter of the small pink doughnut. It didn't exactly hurt, but the sensation was very disconcerting. After all, the wicked doctor... "and he had to be as evil as the rest to work in this place," Megan thought... was touching her at the very gateway to everything that was central to her femininity. Her spiritual nucleus... her inner sanctum.

The doctor murmured on as he pressed the rounded tip of the glass probe into the tightly closed center of the cervical gate. The muscular guardian would not allow the rod to proceed any further. Megan jumped. "It never ceases to amaze me that a sizeable fetus can pass through this seemingly impenetrable orifice. Hold still, my dear," he said. Then, turning to Alex, he continued, "It is this very fact that lead us to develop the U.I. Program. We see no reason why this has to be a 'one way street'," he smiled. He probed Megan for a minute or two longer then stood, saying, "You may inform the Headmaster that I see no reason why Miss Richards wouldn't be suitable for U.I.. I will prepare her."

Megan didn't understand what she was hearing, but had a bad feeling about it, none the less. She'd discovered quite quickly that most of the "programs" in this monstrous institution proved to be unpleasant, and this U.I. would probably be no exception. "Whaa.. What are you gonna do to me now?" she decided to ask.

As usual she was answered by action rather than words. The doctor, who still stood between her legs, quickly grasped the end of her CAP and gave it a swift push. Megan grunted in pain. "Silence, please, Miss Richards," he said casually. He twisted the CAP. Megan groaned. Then while she lay in the stirrups panting from the pain of the cramps that wracked her abdomen, the doctor released her CAP, and picked up a long swab from the instrument tray. The cotton end was pre-treated with a local anesthetic that he carefully applied to the perimeter of Megan's cervix. He then stood once more and stared down at Megan, waiting for the numbing substance to take affect. After a minute, he looked at his watch. "I believe she's ready. We might need to restrain her, but I'd rather not," he said to Alex. Then looking Megan directly in the eye, he said, "I can have you restrained, if necessary, Miss Richards." Megan returned his gaze with a very concerned look on her pretty face. "I am going to give you an internal injection, and I expect for you to hold very still. If you do not, you may be injured. Do you understand me?"

Megan felt the cold clutch of panic around her heart. She watched almost trance-like as the doctor removed a large hypodermic syringe from the nearby instrument tray. It was filled with a milky substance. The shining needle at its "business end" was a good three inches long.

"Do you understand me, Miss Richards?" Megan heard the doctor ask again as if from a great distance.

Megan stared at him dumbly. "I.. But... I..." she whimpered.

"Just hold very still, Miss Richards and you will not feel anything at all," the doctor said as he moved the syringe between Megan's thighs then downward and out of her field of vision. Megan struggled to remain motionless, but could not keep from trembling somewhat. She stared up at the ceiling. Her destiny, as usual, was in the hands of another.

Skillfully the Gyn Section doctor made several partial injections of the specialized compound around the perimeter of Megan's cervix. As promised, Megan felt nothing more than the sensation of slight pressure from time to time. She was gratefully surprised when after a moment, the doctor stood, replaced the syringe into the tray and said, "That should do. We'll give her five minutes." He looked at his watch again. Then cheerfully he added for Alex's benefit. "I've got a busy schedule, this afternoon."

"Haven't we all," Alex replied. "So many new Guests lately, and more requests coming in practically hourly. We're hiring new Handlers as quickly as we can, but still there's a backup."

Megan listened to their shop talk in silent revulsion. "What sort of people were these men? Where had they come from? Where did they find people so totally lacking in basic human compassion?" she wondered and not for the last time. "Some day....." Megan vowed.

"Let's see how you're doing, Miss Richards," the doctor said, interrupting Megan's thoughts. "You might want to watch this," he then said to Alex. The doctor picked up the glass probe rod and both men bent between Megan's thighs.

Megan's cervix looked the same, no discoloration or outward signs of trauma, but when the doctor placed the tip of the probe against the tiny opening at its center and pushed, it slipped almost effortlessly through the previously impassable portal. Megan felt no discomfort, only an odd feeling of invasion. The doctor moved the probe from side to side, and the once powerful little muscle yielded. The gateway to Megan Emily Richards lay open.

"Impressive, is it not," the doctor commented as he withdrew the probe, stood then removed the speculum from Megan's vaginal opening.

"Very," Alex replied with a nod of approval. "You and your staff have done well."

"Care to inspect her before we send her to Deke?" the doctor asked casually.

"Indeed," Alex said. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he stepped closer and inserted his middle finger into Megan's vagina. "Look at me please, Miss Richards," he ordered. Megan reluctantly obeyed.

Alex's finger wasn't long enough to really penetrate deeply, but he was able to find the familiar toroidal barrier at the end of Megan's birth canal with his finger tip. Then while he watched her eyes and facial expression carefully, Alex pushed against the center of her cervix. Where once his progress would have been effectively frustrated, he felt Megan open for him. Her eyes betrayed her feelings as if they were indeed windows to her soul. They became round and inward gazing. Her facial expression at the moment of penetration was one of puzzlement, surprise and mild concern. Megan felt intensely violated. It shook her to her very roots. She felt sick.

Alex smiled. The Center thought of everything.

Alex knocked once on the door. "Come," came the reply.

Then turning to Megan he said, "I'll be back for you when Deke is finished." That was it. He opened the door, steered Megan through by the shoulder, then closed the door behind her.

Megan stood for a moment looking about the room nervously. She hugged herself in response to an involuntary shiver. The room looked ordinary enough. "No weird machines or anything," she thought. Desk, office style chair, sofa, coffee table. Nothing unusual at all about the furnishings. Cautiously, Megan moved father into the room. On the far wall was a window. It took a moment to register. "A window!" Megan thought excitedly. Nowhere else since she'd been brought to this place had she seen a window. "This might be my only chance to get outta this hell hole," Megan thought breathlessly as she quickly crossed the room. Reaching the window, she jerked the light curtain aside. It looked like a regular sash style window. Megan's hand scrabbled somewhat frantically for the latch. Nothing. At the bottom of the window frame were two ornate brass handles. Megan grabbed them and pulled with all of her might. Nothing. "Dammit!" Megan hissed under her breath as she tried again to raise the recalcitrant window. The tendons stood out on the sides of her neck and her biceps bulged from the strain. From behind, Megan's shapely ass muscles flexed, causing her to tighten up around her CAP Device. Ignoring the pain, Megan continued to pull and strain for several minutes before finally giving up with a string of muttered curses.

"Leaving so soon?" a baritone voice said from close by. Megan practically jumped out of her skin. She turned quickly, and her mouth fell open.

Before her stood a very large man. He was well over six feet tall, with a powerful looking physique characteristic of a man who spends a lot of time lifting weights. In another setting, Megan might actually have been attracted to him. He had a handsome face with a square jaw, dark hair and eyebrows, and a strong nose. His features could best be described as Mediterranean. It was the man's eyes that made Megan extremely apprehensive. Like most of the men's eyes she'd looked into since coming to this insane institution, Megan saw absolutely no sign of compassion or even basic human decency in them. They were utterly devoid of emotion as was the rest of his face. What caused Megan to shiver was the depth and darkness of this big man's eyes. It was as though she were staring into two black pits that led straight to hell.

"Come here, Miss Richards," the man said.

Megan hesitated out of fear. She backed up against the window. Its glass was cold through the thin curtain on her bare fanny.

The man was large, but unlike many individuals of his stature, he was not slow. Before Megan knew what was happening, the man closed the three steps that separated them. Her blue eyes bulged out in fear as the powerful fingers of one big hand closed around her throat. Megan could actually feel his finger tips meet at the back of her neck. Then she opened her mouth in a silent gasp when with his free hand he entered her with one finger. His hands were enormous and so, Megan quickly discovered, were his fingers. Megan would later remark that she'd seen penises that were smaller. Her tummy heaved outward as he dug deeper. Spots began to swim before her eyes. The last thing Megan remembered before she was swept into blackness was the man's cruel face just inches from her own. Expressionless... Cold.

When Megan regained consciousness a few minutes later, she was lying on the carpeted floor. At first she was disoriented, but soon the memories flooded back. Looking up she saw the big man standing over her. He stooped and reached for her. Megan cringed, but he grabbed her by her arm and drug her roughly to her feet.

"Owwww," Megan whined.

"Silence!" his deep bear-like voice boomed. He shook her by her arm like a rag doll. Megan began to actually fear for her life for the first time since her abduction. This monster was so powerful that she felt utterly defenseless in his hands. She cowered when he leaned closer.

"Your reputation precedes you, Miss Richards," he growled. "You have apparently been a disciplinary problem since the time of your arrival."

Megan summoned what remained of her rapidly flagging courage, and glowered at her assailant with a look of unbridled loathing.

"Precisely what I mean," he said. Then he grabbed Megan around her throat again. His fingers squeezed. "We are going to put an end to that sort of behavior this afternoon, Miss Richards." Megan began to strangle once again. He pulled her face to within inches of his own. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Deke, and the Center employs me for the expressed purpose of dealing with uncooperative Guests such as yourself." Megan was on the verge of blacking out once again when he eased his grip around her neck ever so slightly. It was just enough for Megan to suck a little life giving oxygen into her tortured lungs. An almost demonic grin slowly spread across the man's face. "We are going to begin right now." Without warning, he threw Megan onto the floor and stepped back.

"On your knees, Miss Richards," he ordered.

Megan took one look at the cold eyes above her and quickly decided that now was not the time to disobey. She slowly got to her knees.

"My cock. Take it out."

Megan looked up pleadingly. She had yet to really fully understand that the "Cute Little Girl" act would get her nowhere in this institution. Deke stood silently over her, waiting. Reluctantly, Megan reached for the oversized zipper of his standard issue coveralls.

It was a two way zipper that zipped up or down. All Handlers wore similar garb, allowing them to doff their clothing quickly in order to accommodate the needs of the Guests. Taking the leather fob in her trembling hand, Megan slowly raised the zipper upward. As the material of the coverall parted, Megan saw a forest of dark hair over dark skin.

"Let's get on with it, young lady," Deke growled. "I have a busy schedule."

"Alright!" Megan snapped, forgetting herself.

Reprisal was swift. Megan saw stars and her ears rang as she slowly crawled back to her knees. Deke had slapped her on the right side of her face, his huge paw covering the entire side of her head, knocking her almost senseless to the floor.

"Silence!" he shouted.

For the first time since she'd come to this horrible place, Megan Emily Richards came very close to crying. She had never been struck by anyone before. She was utterly shocked and humiliated both by the act, and more so by her obvious powerlessness to do anything about it.

"Take my cock out and get me ready for you," Deke growled, grabbing Megan by her hair and dragging her back up onto her knees. "Now!" he added.

Megan stifled a cry when Deke pulled her up by her hair, and fought to control her urge to curse the man who caused her so much pain and humiliation. She stared at the "fur lined" opening in Deke's coveralls. Then slowly she reached a hand inside, into the warmth of yet another man's trousers. Deke remained silent for the moment while Megan felt around gingerly inside his clothing. Then she felt something. Her eyes grew wider. "Oh my God!" Megan's mind gasped. "He.. it.. Oh, my God!" She jerked her hand out of Deke's coveralls as though she'd been burned.

"Why are you stopping, Miss Richards?" Deke asked in a condescending tone of voice. "I did not tell you to stop. Please continue, or do you require further... 'encouragement'?" He drew his hand back in preparation for another blow.

Megan shook her head quickly. Her expression was one of fear.

Deke, unlike the rest of the staff at TYTC, was instructed to use direct violence if necessary in order to gain cooperation from the problem cases he routinely worked with. He did not enjoy battering young women. He thought of it simply as another means to achieve the desired objectives of his employers.

Megan groaned silently as her hand once again touched the huge engine in Deke's trousers. It was enormous. She spread her fingers in an attempt to grasp the still flaccid monster, and found she could barely reach around its circumference. Megan was forced to rise up farther on her knees as she tugged upward on the massive fleshy shaft in an effort to free it from the confines of the left leg of Deke's company issue coveralls. She was having difficulty.

"Use both hands," Deke suggested.

Megan looked up at him, but was careful to keep her expression as neutral as possible. She did not wish a repeat of his last reaction to perceived resistance. She gazed into Deke's inkwell eyes and mentally cursed the day he was born. For the time being, however, Megan decided she had better follow orders. Slowly she reached out, and her left hand joined her right inside Deke's coveralls. Using both hands Megan was able, with a good bit of effort to make some headway. Slowly the immense organ emerged. When the last few inches at last came free, Megan released it, stunned by its weight alone. Then she sat back on her haunches, covered her mouth with her hands and gasped in astonishment. Not horror, astonishment. If the massive male organ hadn't been hanging there just a couple of feet from her face, Megan would not have believed such an abomination of nature was possible.

Even in its current state of relative flaccidity, Deke's penis was a good thirteen inches long, and if that wasn't enough, it had a massive girth as well. If she'd been asked to guess, Megan would have estimated its diameter at three inches at least. The bulbous head of the beast was even larger, sanguine red and smoothly wet in appearance. The shaft was a ruddy fleshy color and was cris-crossed with large, dark blue veins. Megan thought she could actually see them throb as the blood coursed through them, brining life to the monstrosity who's mammoth root protruded from a black, tangle of hair at the entrance to its lair.

Then the realization dawned on Megan at last that she was going to be subjected to this male oxymoron. Fear clutched at Megan's throat as her conscious horror wrestled with her that part of her femininity that was somehow drawn to the huge instrument of manhood. With fear and loathing in her heart and a sickening longing in her belly, Megan began to shrink away from her attacker.

"Stop right there, Miss Richards," Deke ordered. He'd seen this same reaction in more females than he could count. "Get up here on your knees and prepare me." His voice was cold and threatening. "Service Position Two!" he said.

Much to Megan's chagrin, the command phrase actually caused her conditioned subconscious to react. Before she knew it, Megan was on her knees in front of the man. Using the recent skills she'd been taught, Megan expertly exercised this instrument of pain and pleasure into a full state of readiness. She would not have believed it possible, but due to her efforts Deke's penis quickly grew to nightmarish proportions. When at last the man indicated that she should stop, Megan settled once again onto her haunches and gazed up at her handiwork. Her mouth fell open in awe. Because of her skillful use of her hands and her mouth, Deke's penis had attained a length of almost two feet. The heavy shaft looked like a tree trunk topped with a dark purple head the size of a billiard ball still shiny with Megan's saliva.

Deke had remained silent during Megan's preparation. When he was satisfied with her service, he said quite clearly, "Service Position One, Miss Richards. Standing form, hands on the desk."

Megan's heart fluttered. The time had come. From her kneeling position, she looked quickly around the room. There was no escape. As she stared at the huge penis that would soon be forced into her, Megan feared that she would not survive.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Deke snapped, when Megan responded with a low mewling sound in her throat to his initial incursion. She'd again forgotten herself when the tender tissues of her over dilated vaginal orifice at last let go. Megan felt herself tear, but it wasn't the sting of the male inflicted episiotomy that caused her to cry out. It was the gut rending pressure and exquisite all encompassing torment that thundered through her femininity as the massive head of the beast forced aside the walls of her womanhood and made its way inside.

"Huuhhhhhhhhhh," Megan exhaled. She reflexively spread her feet wider apart to give room to the intruder. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the edge of the desk in front of her. Megan's legs began to tremble uncontrollably as more of her lower abdominal cavity was given over to the presence of her lover. Had Deke not clutched her hips in his two big paws, Megan would have fallen. Centimeter by centimeter, the unrelenting invasion of her person continued. Cognisance fled Megan as all of her attention became focused inward. In the blankness of her inward gaze, Megan could see the head of the beast push aside the convolutions of her interior. Megan would later be heard to remark that the experience was like "giving birth in reverse".

Deke's fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled Megan back onto himself. He'd felt the rending of her flesh. She wasn't the first female he'd torn open upon entry, and she would not be the last. The bleeding would be minimal, he knew, and although she would be terribly sore for several weeks, she would heal. The Center's staff gynecologists would treat her, and she would be placed on light duty for a suitable period time. In any case, that was not his concern. He looked down and saw that over a third of his immense shaft was still visible, protruding from between the teenager's rounded buttocks. Then with practiced skill, Deke grasped the butt end of Megan's CAP Device and withdrew it from the girl with one quick jerk. At the same time, Deke pushed his hips forward, forcing another few inches of meat into the recently vacated space inside of Megan Richards' pelvic cavity. Deke felt the young lady's interior anatomy rearrange itself around him. He heard a soft grunt come from the girl, but let it go for the time being. By maintaining a steady forward pressure, he gained further ingress as new areas of Megan's womanhood opened itself up to him. He felt her body tremble in his hands and around his cock.

"You are doing well, Miss Richards," he commented, momentarily halting his advance. "But you have forgotten a cardinal rule." He felt her body stiffen. "How quickly they forget he mused." Then to Megan he said, "Look at me, Miss Richards. Arch your back and look at me."

In her current state of mind, Megan might not have comprehended anything other than one of the Center's practiced command sequences. For this very reason, all Handlers addressed their Guests in exactly the same way each and every time an order was issued. As a result, the Guests gradually became conditioned to respond in the desired fashion without the need for contemplation or even lucidity.

Megan turned her head and looked back over her right shoulder.

"Arch your back, Miss Richards," Deke said.

Megan arched.

Almost as a reward, Deke slowly withdrew approximately three inches of himself from her clutches. She shuddered noticeably. Deke stared into her eyes then began in condescending tone of voice, "There. You see, Miss Richards. You're no different than any other girl. All we have to do is to put enough cock into you, and you become putty in our hands." He grinned wickedly.

At first Megan wasn't sure what he'd just said to her. All things considered, her current situation was not one to encourage conversation in a girl. But slowly, as comprehension dawned upon her, Megan's expression of puzzlement became hard. The same problem that had plagued her since her arrival at TYTC again raised its ugly head. Even though she was clearly in the clutches of a man who's ruthlessness had been recently demonstrated to her. A man who's unbelievably large penis now occupied a generous portion of her feminine vestibule. It was the very reason Megan was here in the first place. Her haughty, self-centeredness. Her scornful dismissal of authority. Her strong willed impudency. With total disregard for her current situation, Megan Richards glared malevolently at her attacker. "You make me sick, you monster!" Megan spat. These would be the last coherent words that Megan would speak for the next hour or more.

Deke gave her no warning. No change of expression, no preliminary move. Megan's bladder let go first, emptying itself in a spray of hot urine onto the front of Deke's coveralls when the q-ball size head of his penis slammed into Megan's cervix like battering ram into the gates of a medieval castle. Megan had been looking directly at Deke at the time of his assault. It was magnificent to see her expression change from one of self assuredness to one of surprise. Then when he quickly drew back and rammed her a second time, Megan's face registered her incredulity and astonishment. With the third assault came the look of fear and agony that Deke was looking for. Megan's facial expressions were similar to those one might expect to see on the face of a person who's leg has just been bitten off by a shark.

Megan was so stunned in fact that she continued to stare into the eyes of her lover through two to three more powerful strokes, each more forceful than the last.

Megan was still gazing sightlessly at Deke when he released her hips, reached forward and around her torso and closed his huge hands over her breasts. Then with what has become known at the Center as "Deke's Delivery", Megan Emily Richards would come to know what it meant to have her brains fucked out.

Megan was not a small girl, but in the hands of Deke, she was like a rag doll.

A gurgling sound was all that came from the hapless teenager as her feet left the floor. Deke wrapped his bear-like arms around her body just below her breasts and pulled Megan back against his chest in his classic maneuver. He felt her supple buttocks separate then flatten against his lower belly as Megan's full body weight bore her downward onto him.

His huge shaft pressed upward with agonizing force as Deke began to bounce Megan with short, rapid thrusts. Megan groaned, her legs dangling helplessly in front of Deke's powerful thighs. Her feet were a good foot off the carpet. Had she been able to stand back and witness her taking, Megan would have seen approximately half of Deke's massive love engine peeking from between her quivering thighs. It glistened with a mixture of her fluids; vaginal mucous, blood and urine. The overly large testicles were drawn up tightly, awaiting their opportunity to deliver their spawn.

Megan felt utterly impaled. Never before had she experienced such a presence. Her mind drifted in and out of lucidity as she bounced helplessly on the all consuming entity in her belly. Its ponderous bulk stretched Megan, seemingly pushing outward in all directions simultaneously, slowly reshaping her anatomy. The prodigious head battered against the bitter end of Megan's vaginal passage relentlessly.

Deke dropped one of his big paws down to cover Megan's bulging tummy. Then, while his bouncing pile driving cadence continued, he began to compress Megan's belly rhythmically. He was massaging her uterus as one would in an attempt to coax a new mother to deliver the placenta. Then, without warning, the bouncing ceased. Megan was almost too far gone to react. Her psyche had begun its irrepressible inward turn to the presence inside of her.

Before this day, Megan would never have believed that a man's penis could be so all consuming. Before today, she had called the shots. No one would ever have argued the fact that Megan Emily Richards was in control of her destiny. But now, the haughty teenager whose body was literally suspended in mid-air upon an enormous example of manhood was not so certain. Megan was totally involved. Utterly and completely filled and focused. Or so she thought.

Megan moaned softly when Deke paused then leaned her forward. Slowly her penetration angle shifted. There was no warning. No way Megan could have known what was about to happen to her. She hadn't really comprehended what Alex and the doctor in the gynecological center had been discussing. "Something about U.I.???" Deke's penis was so immense anyway that all Megan felt was a slight change in its center of effort. With her entire body weight resting on its head, Megan felt the juggernaut shift ever so slightly in the direction of her spine.

Megan's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as her head flew backward against Deke's chest. A line of spittle issued from the corner of her mouth, ran down her cheek then dribbled off her chin. Megan's eyes stared sightlessly. The small amount of fluid that remained in Megan's bladder flowed onto the floor in front of the two lovers. Had she not used the bathroom at the insistence of her Handler, Megan would most certainly have evacuated her bowels as well when the bulbous head followed by approximately ten inches of throbbing penis crashed the gates of her cervix and filled Megan's womb. Megan Richards truly gave birth in reverse. It was an experience not shared by many.

Deke even groaned, which was totally unlike him, when he moved into Megan's inner sanctum. As a rule he handled his Guests in the detached and professional manner expected of a Handler of his stature and tenure, but Uterine Involvement was new to him as well. He'd of course been made aware of the research project going on at Gyn, but this was his first experience with the new procedure. It was an unusual sensation. The portal where he'd always been forced to halt in the past had suddenly been thrown back, opening his subject up completely to him. He actually felt Megan's vaginal opening stretch around the very root of his penis. This was something he'd never before experienced since no female had ever been able to completely accept him. Deke felt himself push through that forbidden gate. He felt her open for him, inviting him inside. Into a fresh new environment. One with supple, muscular walls, and a pure heat that emanated from the very core of her being. Deke quickly discovered that a young lady's uterine grip was even more pleasurable than that of her outer passages, even after the Coach's tutelage.

As Megan's body hung trembling on his mammoth appendage, Deke reveled in the fact that he had this female more completely than any other. Then he began to fuck her.

Megan was utterly mindless at this point. Her entire being centered was around the all filling shaft within. When the beast began to move in her depths, a soft guttural groan was all she could manage. Menstrual-like cramps flowed through Megan, causing a delicious consuming agony. Her orgasm took Megan by surprise, although it didn't really register in the customary way. Rather than an event, it was more of a process. One that began like the welling up of a tsunami then rolled though her soul uninterrupted for the next half hour or so, or until Deke finished.

And finish he did. Later, upon reviewing the video tapes of his appointment with Megan Richards, Deke would find cause to be concerned about his professionalism during the encounter. He found that he'd violated more than one personal rule. First of all, he'd lost control of Miss Richards and allowed her to climax. Secondly, he'd lost control of his own ardor and inseminated the young blond, something he'd never done before or after. On the other hand, what a lovely picture Miss Richards had made as she dangled helplessly on his cock, the head of which lay nestled at her very nucleus. What sweet sounds she'd made when he'd cum inside of her. Directly inside of her womb. Granted, the contraceptive she'd been given would ward off pregnancy, but there had been a certain glow that had come over her. A special understanding dawned when she felt him deliver his seed into her; into the very essence of her femininity. The palace of her womanhood.

Two months had passed since her date with Deke, when one day Megan was met after lunch by Alex and another Handler whom Megan had not met before.

"Chris, I'd like to introduce Miss Richards," Alex said.

The Handler was a short, stocky man and not particularly attractive in Megan's opinion. Of course, her opinion meant nothing, Megan knew. Chris said nothing in the way of a greeting, as he stepped in front of Megan. As he reached for her, Megan cooperated by spreading her feet apart, then stood silently while he rubbed her. When Megan felt Chris slip a finger between her labia, Megan shifted her gaze so as to lock eyes with the Handler. He entered her vagina with first one, then two fingers. Megan opened her eyes wide and gave Chris the expression of wonder and puzzlement that he was looking for. The man attended to her manually for several minutes. At one point in time, Megan felt certain that he would tell her to drop to her knees and either service him orally or be taken by him there in the hallway. Alex, of course would allow Chris full use of her.

"Miss Richards has become one of our model Guests, Chris. I'm certain she would enjoy your company as a Partner at any time. Wouldn't you Miss Richards?" Alex asked.

Megan nodded then smiled sweetly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Richards," Chris echoed as he continued his exploration of Megan's interior.

Again Megan nodded.

"Well, perhaps another time." Then turning to Alex he said cheerfully, "Thanks for the introduction, Alex. I'll try to remember to sign up for her one of these days." He eyed Megan appraisingly. "She looks like she might be quite entertaining." Then he removed his fingers from Megan. "I must be off for the moment, however," he said politely.

Chris had just been awarded a Guest of his own. She would be his first, and he was understandably anxious to get to work. So, after ordering Megan to clean her juices off of his fingers with her tongue, Chris bid the two of them farewell, and went off in the direction of the fitting rooms. Alex took Megan by the hand and led her down the hall in the opposite direction.

They stopped in front of the official bulletin board where all of the schedules for the Guests' activities were posted on a daily basis. Megan scanned the list of names. There were many. The Center was filled to capacity, and its halls echoed with the sounds of young women learning to become functional females. Megan's eyes stopped at her name. Then after a moment, her heart leapt to her throat.

There on the big notice board was posted the following:

Raines, Melody - Gymnasium - Partner: Mark Reed, Janice - Free Association - Partner: Ted Richards, Megan - Exit Interview Ronson, Patricia - Group Encounter - Partner: Elliot

"Exit Interview?" she thought. Megan turned to Alex, her excitement plain on her pretty face. She did not, however, break the Center's code of silence, but rather she contained her excitement and waited for her Handler to speak to her first.

"That's correct, Miss Richards. You are scheduled for your exit interview and graduation, this very morning. We are on our way to the Headmaster's office now as a matter of fact. Do you need to use the bathroom?" Alex asked politely.

Megan nodded that she did. Alex took her by the hand and led her to the restroom facility where she was helped to relieve herself by two volunteers. Megan had become accustomed to urinating not only in public, but often as not seated on the lap of a volunteer who's a penis is lodged in her vagina. This morning was no exception. At the same time, a second volunteer offered himself to Megan in order for her to pleasure him orally while she evacuated her bladder. All in all it had been a successful session, and soon Megan found herself standing hand in hand with her Handler before a door marked "A. North - Headmaster".

"Good morning, Miss Richards," Adam North said politely from behind his big desk. He did not get up. "How are you, Alex," he nodded with a smile.

"Great, Sir," Alex replied. "I'll be leaving now, unless you require my services further?"

"No, thank you, Alex. You may go about your business. I know you're busy. Do me a favor, thought, and send in the first free Handler you see, please. Thank you," North said, dismissing his top Handler. Then turning to Megan, he said, "Please be seated, Miss Richards." He motioned toward the familiar straight backed wooden chair opposite his desk. Megan sat without hesitation.

"Well," he said when Megan was seated. "Today's your big day, Miss Richards." North opened a manilla folder on his desk. "Time certainly flies. Why it seems like just yesterday that a haughty, self-possessed young lady stood before me, spitting threats and curses. And now just look at you." North smiled warmly at the pretty blond. Megan returned his smile. "Alex tells me that you've really bloomed over the last few weeks. I'm very pleased, Miss Richards" North was about to continue when there came a knock at the door.

"Come in," North said.

The door opened. Megan continued to face forward. She had not been told otherwise. She heard footsteps approach.

North spoke up at last. "Timothy, good morning," he said. "I'd like for you to meet Miss Megan Emily Richards." The Handler named Timothy moved to where Megan could see him. He nodded curtly.

A pang of outrage shot through Megan as she did her best to control her expression and smile for the Handler. "He's a kid!" Megan cried to herself.

On several occasions, she been handled by males younger than herself, and each time it had been a particularly humiliating experience for Megan. She wasn't sure why this, out of all of the other atrocities she'd been subjected to, disturbed her so much. But it did, and Megan had been very careful not to let Alex suspect her discomfort, or she knew she would receive a steady diet of child lovers. Perhaps it was the sheer submissiveness of being forced to give herself to a male so much younger than herself that caused Megan's skin to crawl.

Little did Megan know, but Alex and the rest of the staff knew very well that she had an aversion to younger lovers. Very little escaped the attention of these professional men and women. Hence the boy who stood before her now. Timothy couldn't have been much older than fifteen. As a matter of fact, that was quite an astute observation on Megan's part. Timothy was indeed fifteen, and was quite possibly the youngest Handler ever in the Center's employ.

"Miss Richards, meet Timothy." North nodded in the young man's direction. Again Megan smiled obediently. "Timothy is going to assist us with your final interview, Miss Richards. I trust that will be alright with you." Megan knew not to answer. She remained silent, smiling sweetly. "Very well, then." North said in a businesslike tone of voice. "Let's get started then, shall we. Timothy, kindly place Miss Richards in Service Position One at my desk and take her vaginally to begin with." North sat back in his big chair and waited.

Megan felt the outrage and hatred that she had struggled for so long to subdue begin to claw its way to the surface. She could barely contain her loathing when she was forced to look over her shoulder obediently as the young man entered her. Megan shuddered involuntarily as his penis made its way into her. One part of Timothy at least had reached full maturity, and it was that part that occupied Megan's thoughts now as the young man waited for further instructions from his superior.

"Go ahead, Timothy," North said amiably. "But slowly, please and don't allow her to climax."

Timothy's steady cadence caused Megan's supple breasts to jiggle rhythmically as she stood bent at the waist with her hands on the edge of the Headmaster's desk. "You may look at me, Miss Richards," North said flatly. "I have some questions I'll need to ask you."

Megan slowly turned to face the man seated behind the big desk. As the young man standing behind her continued to have his way with her, Megan felt her rage begin to seethe just below the surface. She knew all too well that the Center expected nothing less than total cooperation and willing participation from its Guests no matter how demeaning the situation became. She also knew that the man behind the desk would instantly detect any negative intent should she allow her feelings to be displayed on her face. As Timothy's penis moved rhythmically in and out of her, Megan labored to maintain a mask of indifference at the very least. "So, Miss Richards," North began with a smile. "You've been with us for how long?" Megan was confused as to what was expected of her, so she remained silent. "You may answer my questions, Miss Richards, but at the same time we expect you to maintain your vaginal control. Now answer my question, please."

"I... uhhgg," Megan grunted when Timothy hit a tender spot. She dropped her head between her outstretched arms.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," North repeated patiently. "And answer the question. How long have you been with us, Miss Richards?"

"I... I..." Megan began. "About three months maybe," she was able to get out in short gasps.

North looked at her for a moment then consulted her records. "That's very close, Miss Richards. It has been just under three months. And do you know why you were sent to us?"

Timothy continued slowly and steadily. Megan was mortified. She knew full well the answer that North expected, but she was loth to give it. She tried to think of an answer that would satisfy the wicked Headmaster, but that wouldn't cause her to lose any more face. If that was possible at this point in time. The problem was, of course that Timothy's incessant love making was beginning to distract Megan. Unbeknownst to her the silent drug, Thelazine, flowing freely in her bloodstream, was helping to enhance the already powerful "suggestions" that her femininity was sending to her beleaguered mind. Megan fought for control. "I... I guess I was... was stubborn or something," she blurted a little too loudly.

"Stubborn.. Yes, Miss Richards. You are indeed stubborn. You are also vain, and self-serving and pretentious, among other qualities that come to mind." North paused to let his statement sink in. "Do you know who sent you here, Miss Richards?"

"S...sent me?" Megan asked, alarmed by the possibility. In the back of her mind, she maintained her vaginal regimens, relaxing her muscles to allow Timothy unrestricted access to her depths, then squeezing when he withdrew. "Someone sent me to this place!" her conscious mind shrieked.

"Yes, indeed, Miss Richards. It seems someone in your life has grown weary of your arrogance and deceit. He heard about our services from a friend and decided that you could use a little improvement."

Megan was so stunned that she momentarily forgot her duties. "Huhhhh!" she grunted softly when Timothy rammed her unexpectedly.

"Pay attention, Miss Richards," Timothy ordered from behind her. "You can answer the Headmaster's questions, but I, Miss Richards, am your lover, and therefore demand priority over all else. I expect for you to remain focused, no matter what else is going on."

Megan looked back at him over her right shoulder and nodded her understanding. Timothy continued.

"It was your steady partner or fiancé or whatever who sent you to us, Miss Richards," North said matter-of-factly. "Let me see," he muttered as he thumbed through Megan's records. "Glenn McCain, I believe his name is."

Megan's mouth fell open in horrified astonishment in spite of her rapidly rising ardor. North hadn't missed the signs, however. Seeing the color begin to rise in her neck and shoulders, he nodded almost imperceptibly to Timothy who immediately altered his cadence.

It has been noted that by switching to an irregular rhythm a girl can be kept off balance almost indefinitely. All of the TYTC Handlers practice their shift rhythms on a regular basis.

"G...Glenn? Huuh.. Uhh!" Megan gasped, partly in surprise and partly due to Timothy's attentions. "G..Glenn did this to me?" Megan was so astonished that she simply stood there, being slowly fucked by the young Handler.

"That's correct, Miss Richards. Apparently, in addition to your less than attractive attributes, your fiancé also discovered that you were fucking another man."

Megan's growing rage quickly subsided, when she realized that she'd been caught. "How had Glenn found out about Emilio?" Megan asked herself. "They'd been so careful."

"Surprisingly, your fiancé wasn't all that upset about sharing you with another, Miss Richards. What he did resent was your haughty indifference to his feelings and your lies. Not to mention your unwillingness to satisfy his needs after you had been with your Italian friend."

"God!" Megan cried silently. "They know everything!" She hung her head in defeat.

"Look at me please, Miss Richards. You are still obligated to obey our rules until such a time as you are released into the custody of your fiancé."

"My whaaaa?" Megan gasped.

"Indeed, Miss Richards. Mr. McCain will be here momentarily. So if you don't mind, we need to conclude this interview."

Megan was utterly stunned. She couldn't think of anything to say. Timothy continued, his thighs now slapping rhythmically against Megan's firm buttocks.

"I am going to ask you a few more questions now, Miss Richards. Your answers will determine whether or not you're character and attitude have been suitably conditioned for a person of your gender."

"What are you, Miss Richards?"

Megan could barely think. Her conditioned response was, "A female."

"And what is your primary purpose in life?"

"T... to service my lover," Megan whimpered.

"That's correct, 'or lover's'," North added. "I believe that your fiancé has some new plans concerning your future partners, Miss Richards." North smiled.

Timothy continued. "Slap..slap..slap..slap!"

"And your mantra, please, Miss Richards," North said.

Reluctantly Megan recited somewhat breathlessly, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."

"Very good, Miss Richards," North said condescendingly.

Megan was indeed struggling now. The Thelazine caused the nerve endings inside of her to ignite like a solar flare. Her battle for lucidity was slowly being lost. Megan's mind's eye ever so gradually began to turn inward to the pistoning presence in her belly. Her lubricating juices flowed freely, causing the occasional wet, slurping sound to come from between her legs. It was beyond embarrassing. Megan was just seconds from apogee when two things happened to interrupt her ardor. First, Timothy suddenly switched to that annoying and unsettling broken cadence which put her completely off balance. Secondly, and more importantly, the office door opened.

"Well.. Well.. Well.." an all too familiar voice said. At first Megan refused to believe she'd heard correctly. Then, as if to remove all doubt, Glenn McCain sauntered across the room and perched casually on the corner of the Headmaster's desk no more than a foot away from Megan's white knuckles.

Timothy paused for the first time in more than forty minutes. Megan was stunned. She was so utterly mortified that she would not, could not, look up at Glenn. She hung her head down between her shoulders.

"Whoa now, mate," Glenn said, grinning at Timothy. "Don't stop on my account. It looks to me like you've got matters well in hand," he chuckled. North stood up from behind his desk and offered Glenn his hand. At the same time, he nodded in Timothy's direction. The dedicated staff member immediately resumed his attentions with Megan while the two other men chatted amiably.

"She looks good, Mr. North," Glenn commented. "I'd swear she's a different girl. Just seeing her being taken from behind is testament to your Center's successes."

"Slap..slap..slap..slap.."

Glenn hopped off the desk and stood for several moments just staring at the loving couple. Then without warning he reached under Megan's arm and began to fondle a breast as it jerked back and forth to her lover's cadence.

As soon as Megan realized what Glenn was doing, she jerked her body away from him. "Don't touch me!" she hissed.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain, your little lady still has a bit of her old fire left in her. We have been able to deal with Miss Richards relatively effectively in spite of her strong willed disrespect. You are familiar with our CAP Program are you not?" When Glenn gave him a quizzical look, North said, "Here, let me show you." He stepped up beside Megan and Timothy. "At the Center we have discovered through the years that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her anal passage. I realize that sounds a little odd, but we have had great success with our CAP Program. So much so that every Guest is fitted with a device one her first day with us. CAP, Mr. McCain stands for Continuous Anal Presence. In a nutshell, we believe that by keeping a female's anal passage filled at all times, she will tend to focus on those parts of her anatomy that are pivotal to her primary roll in life. Are you with me so far?"

Glenn nodded, although he was a little shocked by what he was hearing.

North went on. "In addition to its roll as a centering factor for a young lady, the CAP Device is also used for corrective purposes whenever we deem it necessary. Allow me to demonstrate." North reached down, taking care not to interrupt Timothy's rhythm, and grasped Megan's CAP. Then with a swift move, he thrust the device into her.

The CAP Device, [Megan now wore a size eight] rammed against her most tender tissues, causing the hapless teenager to grunt deeply. Megan's knees buckled beneath her, and she certainly would have fallen had Timothy not been holding her up by her hips.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain," North went on. "The device will most certainly get a young ladies attention. Would you care to give it a try?"

"Nnnnn..." Megan whined through clenched teeth.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Timothy ordered. He continued to fuck Megan smoothly and evenly.

"I sure would, like to give it a whirl," Glenn said excitedly. He placed his hand on the blunt end of the clear acrylic torpedo. It was warm to the touch. It had been inside of his girlfriend for a long, long time. "And by the way, I like that 'silence' routine," Glenn chuckled, glancing in North's direction. "You guys really think of everything." He began to slowly rotate the CAP Device inside of Megan, causing her to moan softly.

"Look at your fiancé, please, Miss Richards," North said from the sidelines. Slowly Megan turned her head until she looked her boyfriend in the eye. He grinned at her maliciously.

"Having fun, sweetheart?" Glenn asked sarcastically. "I've always thought that a good steady diet of cock is what you've been needing. Fucking becomes you. We'll have to make sure you never go without once we get you home."

Even if she'd been allowed to reply, Megan was stunned and mortified beyond words. The fact that her boyfriend, whom she thought she had so thoroughly duped, had been the one to have her abducted then subjected to these inconceivable indignities ,still had her completely dumbfounded. While the steady rhythm of Timothy's love making continued uninterrupted, Megan considered her plight. "Now what?" she thought. "Did Glenn plan to carry on with this program of abuse after her release? If he did," Megan's thoughts turned malevolent. "If he did, he's gonna be in for the shock of his life!"

Timothy rammed her hard.

"Huhhhhggg!" Megan grunted.

"Silence!" Timothy barked then rammed her again. "And pay attention, Miss Richards. I expect total involvement on your part. Let's concentrate on your vaginal control, please," Timothy ordered. "You can dream about your boyfriend later when he takes you home, but for now, you're mine."

"Mr. McCain," North said. "If you'll please have a seat." he motioned to the chair Megan had once occupied. "We have some release paper work you'll need to sign, and then we'll get Miss Richards ready to transport. Oh, and by the way, do you wish her conscious or unconscious for her journey home?"

Glenn reluctantly let go of Megan's CAP Device. He'd been enjoying feeling her anal contractions which were transmitted down the shaft of her CAP. They obviously coincided with her vaginal flexing, because both tended to occur at the same pace as Timothy's cadence. He took his seat just a very few feet away from where his girlfriend was being entertained by another man. It was quite exciting for Glenn. He couldn't wait to get Megan home and get her started on her new routines.

"Unconscious," Glenn replied. Megan looked over at him in astonishment, but remained silent. Timothy continued.

"I understand," North said, making a note. "We'll have her prepared and placed in your automobile as soon as we're done here. Now if you'll just sign, right here." North marked an "X" on the page then slid the official looking document over to Glenn.

Megan watched in disbelief as her boyfriend, if that is what she must think of him as, signed for her like a UPS parcel. A moment later, she huffed softly when Timothy's semen flowed hotly into her interior. Glenn, turned her way and smiled, delighted to see his girlfriend inseminated in front of him. It was a rare treat, but one that would soon become commonplace. Megan was led away by an attendant shortly thereafter.

Megan awoke with a very muzzy head. The first thing she noticed, even before opening her eyes was that someone was having his way with her. She lay face down on the bed with her lover atop her. Her legs were spread wide. Megan could feel the hairy legs of her lover rasping against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he moved. It came as no surprise to Megan that she was being made love to without her consent. She just couldn't seem to remember the circumstances that led up to this latest engagement. The man she was with was not particularly large nor was he all that skilled as he moved slowly back and forth inside of her. Megan could feel him trembling. Something none of the professionals she'd been with recently ever did. Their love making was purposeful and direct. This man was more tentative, more reserved, almost timid. None the less, Megan subconsciously applied vaginal pressure in the rhythmic manner she'd been taught, relaxing on his thrusts and squeezing when he withdrew.

"What's going on?" Megan wondered as her vision gradually cleared. Even though her face was half buried in her pillow, Megan knew almost immediately that she was not in her customary bed in her usual quarters. The mattress was distinctly softer and the linen smelled too clean. She heard a soft moan. None of the men who'd worked with Megan for the past several months had ever moaned or shown any signs that they enjoyed her company. They were there only to use her body toward their own wicked ends.

"Oh, my dear girl!" her current lover said with a breathless groan. He rammed himself home and held there, shaking weakly.

"What the?" Megan thought as she felt the warmth of his offering spread within her.

She raised her head off the pillow. Instantly Megan was greeted by the shock of her surroundings. She was in Glenn's apartment, in his bedroom, in his big four post bed.

"Oh, my child!" Megan's lover gasped as his body fell heavily upon her.

Megan tried to turn to get a look at the man, but was unable to roll him off of her. His body felt limp. He was obviously exhausted from his recent love making and subsequent orgasm and lay atop Megan like a giant water balloon, effectively pinning her to the bed.

Then a person moved into Megan's line of sight. At first all Megan could see was the person's thighs and hips. Then he bent closer. "Oh, God!" Megan's mind screamed. It was Glenn.

"Hi, baby," he said cheerfully. "Are you enjoying yourself, I hope? I think, your old friend, and teacher, Mr. Harris is having a good time." Glenn grinned knowingly as he watched the comprehension spread over Megan's face. "Say hello, Jeff. I know Megan is very happy to see you again."

Megan was so utterly devastated that she could do nothing other than turn her head and bury her face in the pillow. She felt her math teacher's penis twitch deep inside of her, no doubt spewing the last of his semen into her convoluted interior.

Mr. Harris raised up, supporting himself with one hand while her rubbed Megan's back and shoulders. "I must say, Miss Richards. This school you've recently attended has certainly wrought some significant changes in your character. Now let's see if you remember the early lessons I taught you."

As our story draws to a close, the once proud Megan Richards can be seen cleaning the mixture of semen and vaginal juices off the penis of her high school math teacher with her tongue while Gregg, her boyfriend and owner, looks on approvingly. Megan represents yet another success story for The Youth Training Center and its dedicated staff of professionals. There will be many, many more.