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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. 4.3 - Teresa's Tale - by - The StoryMaster
As he stood watching the pretty teenager being systematically
stripped, Scott began to feel like his toes were being stepped on.
His boss had for some reason seen fit to intervene in Miss Davidson's
Induction Interview, and that affected the young man's sense of pride.
Sensing his junior Associate's concern, Alex turned to him. Speaking
up in order to make himself heard over the nearby caterwauls, Alex
said, "Don't worry, Scott. We'll be turning her over to you shortly.
I think I know what the Headmaster has in mind." He smiled
mischievously and winked. Alex was as familiar with the principles of
personnel management as he was with the female reproductive anatomy,
and because of his intuitiveness and quick thinking he was able to
appease his young coworker and put him at ease.
Adam North sat calmly admiring the body of the infuriated young woman
as his Handler completed his task. "She really is a scrapper," North
resolved. "I suspect she was quite popular with the clients next
door, properly restrained, of course. And she does have a lovely
figure. Those breasts are as nice as I've seen, and she's too young
to have had enhancements. Ah, the shaved vulva," North reflected when
Cliff at last removed the girl's panties. "Trademark of The Facility.
I suppose some find it attractive. It certainly gives a man a better
idea of what the girl has to offer, but I still prefer the feel of
soft curls against my hand and between my fingers," he mused. "Well,"
he muttered over the din of cursing and screaming. "Time to get to
work."
Teresa had indeed been creating quite a commotion, but Adam North was
able to filter out the racket. He'd conducted so many "Double I's"
during his tenure at TYTC that he'd lost count, and always there was
the shouting and the protests and the threats. Clearing his throat,
North tried to get the young lady's attention. "Miss Davidson," he
said calmly.
"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" was the piercing response he received.
"Miss Davidson, I must have a word with you if you will please calm
down," he spoke a little louder.
"Calm down? Calm down! How dare you tell me to calm down, you filthy
son of a bitch," Teresa ranted. Then she launched into another
unintelligible tirade.
Adam North faced his Chief Handler, and in an exasperated tone of
voice he asked, "Alex, is there any way we can fit this young woman
early. Even if it's only temporarily, we must do something to silence
her, or I'm afraid we'll be here all night."
North usually had far more patience, but this afternoon he was just
plain tired. It had been an extremely busy month. In addition to his
daily duties such as interviews with Guests and other administrative
chores, Adam was in the process of preparing the Center's third
quarter report. It had been a remarkable year so far, and the stock
holders would be very pleased, but still the reporting process
required an inordinate amount of time, time he didn't really have.
Sensing his boss' growing frustration, Alex replied confidently, "No
problem, sir. I think I can dig up a CAP Device that'll suffice." As
a matter of fact, he had one in the kit on his hip. Alex stepped
forward and squatted down behind the struggling teenager. Placing his
hands on her gyrating hips, the Handler traced the outline of her
pelvis with his finger tips and thumbs. Then without warning Alex
moved his hands back and pulled the girl's shapely buttocks apart,
spreading her open for inspection.
"Get your filthy hands off of me, you pervert," Teresa screamed when
she felt the man open her. She wrenched her hips wildly in an effort
to escaped his grasp.
Ignoring her protests, Alex went on with his inspection. "Reasonably
wide pelvis," Alex remarked from behind Teresa. Her thrashing was no
more than an inconvenience for him. He'd performed the same task so
many times that he could have done it in his sleep. He'd learned that
all one had to do in order to keep up with a struggling female, is to
relax and move with her, rather than try to fight her. "Anal
sphincter is in good shape," Alex noted. "Since The Facility recently
began to phase out their old style vaginal mounting devices in favor
of the newer ankle and knee splint system, the Guests weren't taking
it in the rear end quite so often," he understood. Alex released
Teresa's buttocks, allowing the firm globes of warm flesh to close
together. Then glancing around her right hip, he said to his
employer, "I believe she'll take a size seven, sir, but I'd like to
check her manually first."
"Please proceed," North replied. He gazed at the young woman bound
before him. She'd temporarily tired of her struggling and once again
leaned against the steel frame. Although Teresa was nearly exhausted,
her internal fires still burned. North could see the embers of that
inferno glowing hotly behind her emerald eyes as she boldly returned
his stare. It was that very fire that he and his associates would one
day harness.
Behind her, Alex reached into his kit and withdrew a tube of
lubricant. The girl seemed intent upon having a stare down with his
boss, so Alex took advantage of the opportunity. Quickly, he applied
a small amount of lubricant gel to the index finger of his right hand.
Before the teenager knew what was happening, Alex pulled Teresa's left
buttock aside with his left hand, then in one fluid motion he pushed
his finger deeply into her anal passage until his knuckles pressed
against the firmness of her cheeks.
After spending many days in the care of The Facility, Teresa was no
stranger to anal penetration. None the less, the swiftness with which
Alex entered her was at the same time both startling and of course,
quite humiliating.
Prior to her abduction along with the rest of the members of the
Chelsea Women's College Championship Cheerleading Squad, Teresa
Davidson would never have dreamed of allowing a man to have his way
with her in that manner. The very thought of some guy pushing his
loathsome penis into her tender nether regions made Teresa cringe.
"Goddd, Get your filthy finger out of me, you disgusting animal!"
Teresa groaned. Memories of recent encounters with a horrible, hairy
man named Stan flooded Teresa's mind as the latest in a string of
tormentors examined her delicate interior. Instinctively, her strong
anal muscles clamped down on Alex's finger.
"Excellent anal response," Alex commented as he probed deeply into
Teresa. Ignoring her protests, he pushed and prodded, easily foiling
any attempts on Teresa's part to evade him.
"Ughh...Ohh...Gughh!" Teresa grunted. Then in a much more enthusiastic
manner, she added, "You're all a bunch of fucking perverts!" She
thrashed her shapely hips violently from side to side.
Then, quite unexpectedly, Alex shifted his finger inside. Equally at
home in all of the female orifices, Alex managed to find one of those
special places so sensitive and tender, that even the slightest
pressure applied is enough to elicit instantaneous response. Teresa
immediately threw back her head and howled in pain.
"Let's be quiet for a spell, shall we, Miss Davidson," Alex prompted
from his kneeling position behind the shocked young woman. "A Guest
shall only speak when spoken to," he quoted.
"Fuck you!" Teresa gasped once the piercing pain began to subside.
Alex's response was swift, causing the obstinate teen to cry out and
thrash against her bonds.
"It's quite simple, Miss Davidson," the Chief Handler spoke calmly.
"Cooperate, and we will get along much better." He rotated his finger
slowly while he spoke, exploring the supple walls of Teresa's rectum.
The sensations that his flagrant invasion of her person produced were
thoroughly sickening to the unfortunate teenager. "Disobey and suffer
the consequences," Alex said as he flicked his buried finger tip
across that special place that caused such extraordinary pain.
"Ugghhh," Teresa gasped. This time, her knees buckled, and the
teenager soon found herself hanging by her wrists in the horrible
restraint apparatus. However, for the first time, since she'd been
ushered into the office of the Headmaster of The Youth Training
Center, young Teresa Davidson held her tongue.
Alex took another several minutes to complete his examination, during
which time, Teresa remained silent with the exception of an occasional
soft grunt. The TYTC staff members present didn't fail to notice the
fact that during her anal exam, the stubborn teenager stared intently
at the floor in front of Adam North's desk.
Learning to look a man in the eye while she is being touched against
her will is a difficult concept for a young woman to master. Everyone
in the room that afternoon knew that Teresa, like all of the Guests at
TYTC, would soon be expected to overcome her self-consciousness and
comply with the standards of the Center, but for the moment, her
transgressions were dismissed.
"Definitely a size seven," Alex said as he removed his finger from
Teresa's back side. She breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Clearing his throat, Adam North spoke up in a compelling tone of
voice. "Miss Davidson, if I might have your attention for a moment
please." He waited. When after a few seconds, the head strong young
woman refused to look up at him, North continued. Unbeknownst to
Teresa, his patience was quickly waning. "Miss Davidson, you will
look at me when I speak to you, or you will be punished. You are no
longer in the loving hands of our neighbor, The Facility." That got
her attention. "They have turned you over to us in order to prepare
you for your new life. Here at TYTC, you will find, Miss Davidson,
that we do not brook the sorts of outbursts and general misbehavior
that our more kindly neighbors do. Indeed, you will discover that
defiance and disobedience are dealt with quickly and thoroughly here.
Alex, if you would please," North said.
Teresa had been so engrossed by the Headmaster's ominous words, that
she didn't notice that Alex had remained busy while his superior
lectured her. In fact, while North admonished the young woman, Alex
removed from his kit a specialty device designed by the TYTC
Engineering Department. This one device is said to be the single most
important piece of equipment used by the Center in its on going effort
to develop the very best programs of conditioning and training
designed to adequately alter the wants and needs of any young woman to
the point where she can take her place in polite society as a fully
functional female. This is a lofty goal and monumental
responsibility, and to this day, thanks to the C.A.P. Device and other
such technological innovations, The Youth Training Center enjoys a one
hundred percent success rate.
The original C.A.P. (Continuous Anal Presence) Device was developed a
little over six years ago. The forerunner of the more modern devices,
the original CAP was constructed from a hard acrylic plastic. Shaped
like a small bomb, the early devices had a rounded tip for ease of
insertion then quicky gained girth to provide the bearer with a
maximum sense of presence. From its bulbous mid-section, the
instrument tapered to a narrow neck which is designed to capture the
first anal sphincter, effectively locking the unit in place. The neck
is purposely designed wider to keep the anal opening dilated for ease
of access. The device is worn with the butt end protruding slightly
from between the buttocks, so the CAP remains accessible to the
Guests' Handlers should she require assistance with her concentration.
Practically every young lady who comes to us, regardless of her age,
receives her CAP within her first few hours in residence. At TYTC we
strongly believe that "The way to a girl's soul is through her
rectum." It has been proven time and again that following the
insertion of one of these marvelous utensils, a young woman
immediately gains focus. Her thoughts are inexorably drawn to that
part of her body which is most important to a young lady, her
abdominal interior. Not a moment in her life passes without her being
reminded of her raison d'etre.
The newer devices, like their predecessors, are available in a variety
of sizes to fit the needs of every young lady. They are sized by
length and measured in inches. A size six, for example, is six inches
long. Approximately two years ago, our engineers decided that a
certain amount of flexibility in the design might be desirable.
Although the apparatus must be rigid enough to provide a suitable
amount of pressure against the back of the rectum, it was discovered
through exhaustive testing that if the CAP is able to flex at its
narrowest section, it will move with the bearer, thereby maintaining
maximum penetration and presence no matter the attitude of her anal
passage relative to her spine.
During a portion of the initial design phase of the newer flexible
CAPs it was also decided that a blunt tip would be more desirable than
the older pointed end design. The science behind this resolution is
quite simple, really. First of all, there is no need for a tapered
tip, because by nature, the anal sphincter is eminently expandable.
In addition, by maintaining the device's full diameter over a larger
portion of its length, a greater internal mass is assured where it
really counts. Our Handler's quickly discovered, for example, that
even with the instrument flexed at a forty-five degree angle, the
increased barrel diameter transmitted a far greater amount of force to
the bearer's interior when its neck was slapped during disciplinary
proceedings. There is little doubt that the new arrangement is far
superior to the older model, and we are once again indebted to the men
and women in our Research and Design Department for this significant
discovery.
"Hey! What are you...?" Teresa began angrily when she felt the
horrible man part her buttocks with his strong fingers. She jerked
her head around in time to see Alex kneeling behind her, but very
quickly Teresa's attention was diverted to more pressing matters.
"Hugggh...uhhh...uuhhhh...uuuhhhh!" she gasped convulsively. From his
seat at his big desk, Adam North could plainly see the girl's stomach
muscles flex, causing her otherwise rounded tummy to become suddenly
flat and hard. The young woman's legs trembled visibly as the one and
a quarter inch diameter device forced open her anal gateway.
Fortunately for Teresa, she was pre-lubricated from Alex's recent
manual inspection, or the incident would have been far more
uncomfortable for her. Also, because of her experiences with her
previous hosts, the once virtually unbearable and deep-seated ache of
anal penetration was more endurable. None the less, seven inches of
relatively hard plastic probe nearly two inches in diameter was a
quite a load for Teresa. Alex could feel her powerful anal muscles
alternately clutch and relax around the slowly advancing instrument.
As is generally the case, the teenager ceased her struggling at the
onset of the insertion, and remained relatively still while inch after
inch of her first CAP Device disappeared into her. Alex kept a hand
on Teresa's right hip, anyway, to steady her, but for all intents and
purposes, it was unnecessary. True to its design, the CAP Device had
Teresa's undivided attention.
Even the horrid man she'd been with earlier in the week hadn't
infiltrated Teresa quite so thoroughly. His had been a more sadistic,
jabbing attack, rather than the persistent, all consuming sensation of
being dilated and inflated, seemingly to the bursting point. Now as
North looked on approvingly, he saw Teresa's smooth belly bulge
outward as her normally empty spaces were displaced by the rectal
torpedo. Then suddenly she groaned loudly as the blunt end of the
instrument forced aside the smooth, muscled walls of her colon.
"Just relax, my dear," Alex said almost soothingly. It was the first
even remotely kind statement he'd uttered since she'd arrived in this
hideous place. "We're almost there," he murmured. With a slow twist
of his wrist, Alex introduced the final two inches of the hard shaft
into his young charge. He watched Teresa's anal portal close around
the narrower section of the CAP Device, demonstrating excellent reflex
response and muscular resilience.
Then with one final push, Alex sent the instrument home, eliciting a
very pleasant grunt from Teresa. Alex studied his work for a moment,
noting the nearly two inch diameter plug protruding from between the
young lady's shapely buttocks. Placing his hands on her hips, Alex
massaged the girl's supple flesh. He knew from experience that this
would cause her to relax and accept the appliance into herself as an
integral part of her anatomy.
When Alex was satisfied that Teresa's CAP was installed according to
specs, he stood up and turned to Scott, his junior Handler, stating in
a professional manner, "She's all yours now, Scott. It looks like her
sphincter is perfectly seated." Then, without a word, Alex returned
to his seat while the younger man took up a position nearer to his
charge. Teresa looked over her shoulder and glared at the two men.
"Miss Davidson," Adam North spoke up once again. "The device that
Alex has so kindly placed inside of you is called a Continuous Anal
Presence Device, of CAP for short."
Teresa turned to face the wicked man behind the desk. A look of
unveiled contempt graced her pretty face. The discomfort she
initially felt when the monster named Alex pushed the revolting thing
up her butt was slowly diminishing as her anatomy adjusted itself
around the foreign object. As a result, Teresa was able to begin to
concentrate on things other than her immediate interior.
"You will notice once we release you into the general population, that
all of our Guests are equipped with identical devices," North
continued, ignoring the hostile expression on the girl's face. "While
you are here, Miss Davidson, the instrument shall remain inside of you
at all times," the Headmaster instructed the shocked young woman. He
held up his hand, silencing her attempted comment. "I talk; you
listen," young lady," he said sternly. Teresa clapped her mouth shut
almost comically. "As I was saying, you shall bear your CAP Device at
all times. You are not permitted to remove it under any
circumstances." He paused to allow his remarks to sink in. "The only
persons authorized to remove your CAP Device are your assigned
Handler, who for now will be Scott." The young Handler beamed with
pride at this announcement. "And, of course, Alex. Do I make myself
clear, Miss Davidson?" North asked the astounded teenager. He awaited
the obvious question. They all ask it.
"But..." Teresa began meekly.
North made a mental note about her improved demeanor following
insertion. "Yes, Miss Davidson?" he prompted.
"But what if I have to use the... you know?" She gazed downward
self-consciously.
"The what?" the Headmaster asked. He wanted her to ask the question.
"What'll I do when I have to use the... the... the bathroom?" Teresa
asked with great indignity. She felt like a third grader.
"Don't you worry about that, Miss Davidson," North assured her. "You
will soon find that all of your toiletry requirements will be taken
care of for you." He chuckled at the look he got following that
statement. "Just remember," North cautioned. "Never attempt to
remove the instrument yourself for any reason. Only those persons who
have obtained direct written permission from either Scott, Alex or
myself may remove your CAP Device. Do I make myself clear, Miss
Davidson?" North asked calmly.
The obstinate young woman remained silent for several moments, glaring
icily at the man behind the desk from her position of captivity. Many
weaker willed individuals would have given in to the situation long
ago, but not Teresa Davidson. Among friends and acquaintances she was
well known for her determination and tenacity. In spite of the
predicament she was in, Teresa's thought to herself, "Gregory would be
proud of me for resisting these beasts. He'd want me to fight them.
I know he would." Then looking directly into the ice grey eyes of her
captor, Teresa spoke in a low and hostile tone.
"I don't know who you people think you are," she began, her voice
laden with contempt. "But judging by what I've seen, you are all
nothing but a pack of demented kidnappers and rapists. You justify
your perversions by proclaiming allegiance to some noble cause. If
you consider torture and rape noble, then you've achieved your goal.
You and your accomplices are monsters, and if you think that you can
make me cooperate with you; force me to give in to your loathsome
crusade, then you are sadly mistaken."
Adam North sat quietly behind his desk, letting the irrate young woman
have her final say. With a small gesture of his hand, he silenced one
of his staff members who was about to interrupt the girl.
Teresa continued, "You've held me prisoner now for I don't know how
long. You've violated me in every way, and still I defy you." She
glared at North. "I promise you that you and your despicable cronies
will never break me. No matter what you do to me, I'll fight you to
the end, and one day I'll find a way out of this contemptible mad
house. When I do, Mr. North." Teresa smiled mockingly. "Oh, yes. I
remember names, Mr. North," she said arrogantly. "And as soon as I
get out of here, I'm going right to the police. And then I'm going to
my husb..., fianc ." She held her head up proudly. "Gregory will
make you pay for your atrocities. You'll all pay!" She turned her
head and looked away, as if to dismiss her captors.
The room remained silent for a long while. Everyone knew what was
coming, except for Teresa Davidson, of course.
"Thank you for sharing your feelings with us, Miss Davidson," Adam
North began in a calm voice. We appreciate your candor." Surprised
by his seemingly understanding demeanor, Teresa looked in North's
direction. "You've stated your position quite succinctly, however I
feel that your logic is flawed." North smiled when he saw a glimmer
of concern in her eye. "First of all, you continue to mistakenly
assume that the policies and procedures with which you've become
familiar over the past few weeks are somehow affiliated with our
organization. Allow me to set the records straight one last time,
Miss Davidson. Although our neighbor, The Facility, has similar
goals, our methods are radically different. While you were a Guest at
The Facility, you were presented daily for public consumption, were
you not?" North waited as the young woman first blushed hotly then
lowered her gaze. "Look at me, Miss Davidson," the Headmaster
ordered. He was pleased to see that she obeyed. "One small step,"
North mused. "The Facility, Miss Davidson, is a service industry.
Their belief is that by providing the general public with regular
access to what they refer to as `The Elite Female', they will
accomplish two objectives. The first being the renovation and
rejuvenation of the self-images of their clients, by allowing them to
be with young ladies such as yourself. Secondly, and we feel, more
importantly, the Guests at The Facility, who are accustomed to a life
of privilege based solely upon their physical appearance, are slowly
corrected, amended, if you will, to embrace what the founder of the
institution believes are the proper attitudes and behaviors of a well
adjusted female." North paused. He could see that what he said
shocked the head strong young woman deeply. "We too, believe that for
a variety of reasons, today's `modern woman' has become misaligned.
The liberal society in which we live is mostly to blame. Everything
we see in the media places the physical beauty of the female of our
species upon and unreachable pedestal. It seems that males are the
only group that it is politically correct to ridicule these days. If
you don't believe me, just watch television. I'll guarantee that
within minutes you will see programming in which the male character is
depicted as a buffoon, blundering through life until thankfully, the
much smarter female comes to his aid. Because of these sorts of media
influences and others, the woman of today has lost sight of her
rightful place in society. It is the mission of The Facility as well
as our own, to remedy this embarrassing situation. But, although we
share similar goals, our training philosophy and methodology differ
greatly."
"You're out of your mind," Teresa said with unveiled astonishment.
"You're all out of your minds!"
Continued...
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