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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "T.Y.T.C. 4.1 - Teresa's Tale" - by The StoryMaster - [M+~TeenF+, nc] 1/?
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
Authors Note: As a rule I prefer not to post multi-part stories, but
this one is getting so very long that unfortunately, I must.
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T.Y.T.C. 4.1 - Teresa's Tale - by - The StoryMaster
"What did you say her name is?" Alex asked, looking back over his
shoulder as he hurried down the long corridor. The Chief Handler at
The Youth Training Center was a very busy man.
"Davidson, I think," Richard replied breathlessly as he raced to keep
up with the big man in white coveralls. "We're sending her over this
afternoon. She's one of that squad of cheerleaders we took about two
weeks ago. Great tits," Richard added with a lewd chuckle.
"Uh huh. OK," Alex said, turning the corner and heading off toward
the Induction Wing.
"Man, you're in a big hurry today," Richard said following along.
Richard hoped they were headed in the general direction of the exit.
"Every time I come over here, I get lost," he muttered to himself.
"This place is huge!"
"If you could see my schedule today, you'd know why," Alex said.
"I've got one coming in at eight-thirty and another at ten. That's
two `Double I's' before noon, not to mention exams and fittings."
"Double I" is shop talk for Induction Interview. More on this later.
"It's brutal around here these days, my friend. Seems like a never
ending string of orders to fill. Aren't you guys busy over there
too?" Alex inquired of the big man who followed him.
Richard is an employee of The Facility, a neighboring operation with
similar goals as those of The Center.
"Yeah, we're rockin'. That's for sure," Richard replied
good-naturedly. "But it's different with our program. Our Guests
tend to stay with us a lot longer than yours do. You know, kind of a
reusable resource." Both men shared a chuckle over Richard's joke.
A couple appeared from a side corridor and turned toward them. As
they drew nearer, Alex called out a friendly greeting to his fellow
Associate. "Hi Mel," he said. "How's it going?" The tall blond man
halted in front of Alex and his friend. The Guest who's hand he held,
stopped dutifully beside and slightly behind him.
Mel also wore the special issue white coveralls of a TYTC Handler. He
knew Alex quite well since the two of them had worked together with
several Guests. Alex was also Mel's immediate superior. The other
guy, he'd seen before and knew that he held a rather high ranking
position at The Facility, but Mel didn't know his name for sure.
Mel and Alex shook hands in a friendly but professional manner. Then
turning to Richard, Mel extended his hand. "Mel," he said with a
smile. "I've seen you around here before, haven't I?"
"The name's Richard," the man responded cordially, taking Mel's
offered hand. "And yes, I'm over here all too often these days," he
said jokingly.
"Good to meet you," Mel said. Then he turned and guided his Guest by
the hand to a position directly in front of Richard. "This is Marti,"
Mel said by way of introduction. The Guest stood silently, eyes
downcast, hands at her sides, and naked as the day she was born.
Richard had been around long enough to know what was expected. The
Guest named Marti was a cute girl of perhaps sixteen to seventeen
years of age. She was blond and had a fine sturdy figure. "A good
utilitarian body," Richard noted. She had a sweet face and dark brown
eyes; unusual for a blond. Richard glanced down, noting that her
sparse pubic hair was also of a golden hue.
Mel moved closer to his young charge, holding his hand to the small of
her back in preparation for the standard greeting.
"Hello, Marti," Richard said, and without hesitation, he reached
downward and cupped her womanhood in the palm of his hand. "And how
are you today?" Richard continued politely, squeezing the girl's
resilient flesh.
As anticipated, the blond instinctively tried to pull away from his
touch, but Mel was there with a guiding hand on her back, keeping her
in position. Richard rubbed her slowly, but firmly while they waited
for the correct response. To her credit, the girl hadn't uttered a
sound when he touched her. "She's wonderfully plump," Richard
observed. "But if I were to take her, I'd have to get rid of the
pubic hair," he decided.
At his place of employment, the Guests were shaved then cold lasered
to remove all traces of body hair permanently. But then again, theirs
was a service business more so than TYTC whom he fondly referred to as
"A Purveyor of Fine Females". The removal of body hair was mostly for
sanitation purposes, though in part it was the personal preference of
the founder and president of The Facility that all of his girls be
cleanly shaven.
The young lady continued to stare at the floor. Mel was just about to
drop his hand to her taught little bottom and the device contained
therein when slowly, she raised her face up until her brown eyes at
last gazed into Richard's. She was not expected to respond to his
greeting, only to look at him.
One of several non-negotiable standards at TYTC states that, "A Guest
must maintain direct eye contact with her Handler or his or her
appointed representative any time she is being attended to or touched
in any manner by a Handler or representative."
"She's cute," Richard said, locking eyes with the obviously
uncomfortable young girl. "And how long has Marti been a member of
the TYTC family?" he asked, deliberately referring to the girl in the
third person. Richard let his middle finger slip between her labia
majora while he waited for a reply from one of the Handlers. Although
his intrusion was clearly reflected on the girl's face and by a sudden
intake of breath, she stood perfectly still, allowing him to explore
her intimate flesh at will.
"Three weeks," Mel responded. The pride was unmistakable in his voice
as he watched the once proud Miss Marti Warren submit to the
stranger's touch. He felt her tremble as the girl grappled with her
sense of self-worth. "Just two weeks ago," Mel reflected, "this would
have been an entirely different scene." He'd spent a lot of time with
Marti, and it appeared that his efforts were paying off. Mel slid his
hand from the small of her back around to her right hip and gave his
charge an affectionate little squeeze. She was doing extremely well,
and more importantly, in front of Mel's boss.
In fact, to Mel's never ending joy, Alex unexpectedly said, "Nice
work, Mel. I remember this one at her `Double I'. She was less than
cooperative, as I recall." Alex smiled warmly at his dedicated
Associate.
"Christ, look at the time!" Alex exclaimed, checking his wristwatch.
"Gentlemen, I must be off."
"I'm right behind you, Alex," Richard said, removing his hand from the
blond girl, and holding his soiled middle finger up to her lips.
Obediently she opened her mouth enough for Richard to slip his finger
inside. Mel didn't fail to notice Alex's look of approval as his
young charge went about her cleaning duties. Then abruptly, Richard
plucked his finger from between the girl's lips. "Nice to meet you,
Mel. We'll see you again, Im sure," he said cordially. Then without
the slightest acknowledgment of the Guest, Richard turned and followed
Alex toward the Administrative Section of the massive underground
complex.
In a few yards, Alex stopped outside of a heavy wooden door labeled
"CHEMLAB". "This is as far as I go, my friend," he said. "You can
find your way out from here, I trust."
"Yeah, I think so," Richard replied, although his expression reflected
his concern.
Alex laughed at his friend's dilemma then said, "Yeah, I know. It's a
big place. Go left at the end of the hall. The main elevators are on
the right when you round the corner," he directed. "Hit the button
marked `S' for `Surface', and don't forget to check out at the
security office. They'll have to give you the `all clear' before you
can actually exit the complex."
"I know the drill," Richard said good-naturedly. "You take care now,
Alex. I might be back later this afternoon if the boss wants me to
escort the Davidson female, but I won't be able to stay to socialize.
I've got a meeting with our Hunter/Gatherers at 1630." He stuck his
hand out.
"No problem," Alex said, shaking Richard's hand. "Hey, before I
forget. How old is this young lady? I'll need to set up sleeping
arrangements for her right away, I suppose."
"I think Davidson is around eighteen," Richard informed his
counterpart.
"Eighteen!" Alex responded in a somewhat dismayed tone of voice.
"She's getting on, isn't she? Are you certain this has been cleared
with the Headmaster?"
"As far as I know," Richard replied with a shrug. "Hey, these
decisions are made by those higher up the ladder than me."
"I know... I know," Alex conceded. "It just that in eighteen years, a
female can get rather set in her ways. If you know what I mean."
Richard raised his eyebrows and nodded his agreement. "I recall only
one other eighteen year old since I've been here. Richards her name
was, and she was a decided challenge," Alex recalled. "What's the
world coming too? It certainly does seem like liaisons with young
girls are becoming less popular these days. We're admitting older
subjects every day," the Chief Handler reflected with disappointment.
"I hear ya," Richard agreed. "From what I know about the situation,
we've got a regular Client who's got the serious hots for this
particular young lady. He's been visiting her almost every day since
we got her, and now he wants to take her home. I also hear that the
guy's loaded."
Alex listened closely to what Richard was telling him. It was all
potentially valuable information.
"I won't lie to you, man," Richard went on with a sigh. "This one is
a scrapper. We've had her going on three weeks now, and she still has
to be physically restrained to prevent her from doing bodily harm to
the Clients. She almost bit a guy's finger off last week, I heard. I
spent the better part of a day with her, personally a week ago, and
I've never seen a girl put up such a fight." Richard grinned
sheepishly. "She's a problem, alright, but we figure that you guys
are better equipped to handle cases like our Miss Davidson. If
anybody can correct her attitude, it's The Youth Training Center
Team."
The compliment did not go unnoticed. Alex paused for a moment,
scratching his head. "Well," he said at last. "I guess we'll give it
our best, and see what comes of it. Take care, Richard." He turned,
opened the lab door and disappeared inside.
Continued...
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