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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. 4.4 - Teresa's Tale - by - The StoryMaster
"Silence, Miss Davidson!" Adam North shouted. He rose from his seat.
"You will not speak unless you are told to speak." His face was red
with anger. It was a rare occurrence indeed for the Headmaster to
lose his temper, but this young woman was particularly obstinate and
disrespectful, and as mentioned earlier, he was very tired. He paused
for a moment to regain his composure, then took his seat. Turning to
Teresa's Handler, the Headmaster said in a controlled voice, "Please
take charge of Miss Davidson, Scott. I do not wish to be interrupted
again until this interview is concluded."
"I understand, sir," Scott responded curtly. He stepped behind Teresa
and stood ready to attend to her should he be required to do so.
"Very well," Adam North said with a patient smile. "Miss Davidson, I
expect for you to listen closely to what I have to say. Do not
interrupt me again or you will be dealt with harshly."
"Go fuck yourself," Teresa replied coldly.
It took only a slight nod from his superior, for Scott needed no
instructions. His hand moved like lightning, striking one decisive
blow to the butt end of Teresa's CAP which protruded from between her
buttocks. The force of his blow was transferred upward and back,
ramming the blunt head of the CAP into the base of Teresa's spine.
All that could be heard from the unfortunate young woman was a rush of
breath as the wind was knocked out of her. The stubborn teenager
couldn't even cry out when her knees suddenly buckled from under her,
leaving her hanging in the Acceptance Frame by her wrists. To Teresa,
the sensation was like being kicked in the stomach from the inside.
She hung from the frame, panting heavily while the four men looked on
unsympathetically. Every young lady received this very same lesson at
one point in her stay at TYTC.
"At The Facility, Miss Davidson, you were dealing with amateurs. Our
staff, on the other hand, consists of highly trained men and women.
There isn't a person in our employ who isn't intimately familiar with
female anatomy, physiology, and psychology. Our research and
development team keeps us supplied with the latest technological
advancements." North continued with his monolog while Teresa
struggled to catch her breath and regain her feet. "We also utilize
some very sophisticated chemical compounds as training aids. One of
these is called Thelazine. Cliff, if you would, please," North said
nodding to the big Handler.
Teresa turned and watched the big man cross the room and retrieve an
odd looking apparatus from a cabinet set into office wall. At the
last minute Teresa recognized the pneumatic vaccination gun when Cliff
pressed it against her right hip. "Hey wait, no.. Dnn.." she started
to protest.
"Snick...." the gun spat, injecting the designer drug into Teresa's
flesh.
North could see the panic rising in her expression as the teenager
jerked her head around and stared at him.
"Cowards!" Teresa hissed, fully expecting to lose consciousness at any
moment. "At least the perverts next door didn't knock their victims
out in order to rape them."
"Silence!" Scott commanded from just behind her left ear.
A few minutes passed while Teresa got her breath back from her second
experience with her CAP Device. And surprisingly she was still awake
when North continued.
"We have no intention of rendering you unconscious, Miss Davidson.
After all, we can't have you sleeping in class." He smiled wryly at
his own witticism. "Thelazine is not that kind of drug. In fact, we
doubt that you will even notice it effects." He was purposefully
vague. He glanced quickly at his wristwatch before going on with his
lecture. "We are running a bit short on time, so let me just say this
to you, Miss Davidson." He paused and stared at the naked young woman
before him. "We have never failed to turn out a satisfactory
product." Her mouth fell open at his choice of words. "That's
correct, Miss Davidson. You are indeed a product. You have been
purchased. You might just as well put aside all thoughts of your past
life and love interests, such as your Mr. Whitworth, and concentrate
on a new beginning. Your new owner and life companion shall remain
anonymous for now, but he has paid for your training, and you will be
delivered to him when I decide that you are ready."
North could see a storm brewing in the difficult girl. It was time
for action, lest they all be forced to endure another of her insolent
temper tantrums. Adam North was a decisive man. Turning to Cliff
who'd been patiently awaiting further instructions, he said, "Cliff,
if you would please attend to Miss Davidson now." Then to her
Handler, Scott he said, "If you agree, we'll see how she does with
Cliff. If you then feel she needs further encouragement this
afternoon, we can bring in a few more volunteers. Might as well use
my office. I don't believe we have any more `Double I's' this
afternoon," North said in a conversational tone of voice. He glanced
at Alex who shook his head in confirmation. "She's already
restrained, after all," North continued with a shrug. "I have a lot
of paper work to do, but I don't think she'll be too much of a
distraction." Then looking at Teresa, Adam North said, "Miss
Davidson, this interview is concluded."
Teresa was about to launch into another tirade when the big man named
Cliff stepped around the end of the Acceptance Frame. "Hey, just a
damn minute, asshole!" she threatened.
"Zippppp," was Cliff's reply as he raised the zipper of his special
issue coveralls. Without a word, he stepped in front of the
restrained teenager. Calmly, Cliff reached into his coveralls.
Overwhelming curiosity drug Teresa's eyes downward as the Handler
fumbled inside his trousers. Then, to her astonishment and horror,
Cliff hauled out a very sizeable example of manhood.
While Teresa looked on with growing apprehension, Cliff prepared
himself. Like all of the highly trained staff at TYTC, Cliff was able
to achieve full erection in a matter of seconds.
"Y...you stay away from me, you monster!" she hissed.
Ignoring her, Cliff grabbed her right shoulder with one big hand,
moved closer still and with his left hand, he laid the head of his
penis against Teresa's tummy. Instinctively, the teenager tried to
pull back from him, but to her dismay, her Handler, Scott had silently
positioned himself very closely behind her in order to block her
retreat. In addition, when Cliff advanced farther, Scott dropped his
hand behind Teresa and took hold of the exposed butt end of her CAP.
Thus, using the device like a handle, the Scott was able to hold the
girl in position by preventing her from moving her hips to either
side.
"Nnnn... You bastards!" Teresa shrieked. Twisting her head quickly to
the left, she tried and almost succeeded in biting Cliff's hand on her
shoulder. As a result of her attempt, Scott took a fistful of her
long, chestnut hair firmly in his free hand. With the violent young
woman so restrained, Cliff made another advance. Pushing the large,
rather blunt head of his penis between Teresa's cleanly shaven labia
majora , he started to hunt for her opening. The now frantic teenager
wrenched her hips backward and was promptly answered with a dull,
thudding pain as the seven inch long CAP device was expertly
maneuvered in her rear end by Scott. In fact, when Cliff at last
centered on Teresa's vaginal portal, he nodded to his partner who then
began to slap the end of the CAP device. As the teenager's hips
reflexively bucked forward in response, she unwittingly thrust herself
onto Cliff's waiting manhood. It was a well rehearsed and well
executed discipline that involved both timing and teamwork, and before
the cantankerous young lady knew what was happening, Cliff was in her,
his penis thrusting aside the convoluted walls of her vaginal passage
as he progressed deeper.
Had Teresa not been preoccupied with the circumstances of the rapid
invasion upon her person, she might have found it curious that she was
already beginning to self-lubricate. This was, of course, one of the
many effects of the wonder drug, Thelazine. By gently stimulating the
Bartholin's and Skene's glands, the designer drug encourages the
premature production of vaginal mucus, rendering the female more
easily penetrable sooner without the need for superfluous foreplay.
Here is a brief history of the development of this most useful
compound.
Since the dawn of recorded history mankind has sought after a drug
that would help to speed up the often tedious process of seducing the
female of the species. Thankfully, about a year ago the Center's
Research Department made a breakthrough in the area of female mood
enhancing compounds.
Among the many designer drugs that have emerged lately is the very
popular drug, Rohypnol (flunitrazepam), street-named "roofies,"
"roachies," "rophies," "ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha,"
"rope," and "the forget pill." (Rohypnol is manufactured by the
pharmaceutical company F. Hoffmann-La Roche). Rohypnol, however, like
all of the so called "date rape" drugs, tends to render the subject
unconscious as well as inducing a state of amnesia. It provides the
ideal solution for those who wish to enjoy sex with an unconscious
female.
The Center's scientists, on the other hand, focused their efforts on
developing a drug that would induce a spirit of willingness and
cooperation in a fully conscious subject. Analysis was done on
various derivatives of the drug Viagra, but test subjects tended to
become aggressive; a bit too willing, so to speak. The single biggest
challenge facing our chemists and physiologists was to formulate a
compound that would cause the subject to become more accommodating,
but not to the point where she develops a controlling or predatory
disposition, a distinctly distasteful characteristic in a female.
Consistent with the Center's untarnished record for success, the
dedicated staff of men and women in our Research Department gave us
Thelazine.
Thelazine, is not an aphrodisiac in the sense that it does not affect
the emotional or mental state of the subject. Our scientists decided
that in order to ensure that subjects would be cooperative, and even
submissive, their new compound should affect the sensory nervous
system and endocrine system and leave the subjects' mental state
unaltered. Thelazine influences a young lady's sense of touch,
specifically in those areas of her anatomy which pertain to
reproduction. Using complex processes of inductive stimulation far
too involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine provides
delicate augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known
as the erogenous zones. These chemical enhancements are virtually
undetectable to the female unless and until these areas of her anatomy
are in turn awakened by outside, or inside as the case may be,
stimuli. At that time, Thelazine gently "encourages" the subject to
"listen" and respond to the natural messages her body sends to her.
Cooperation is achieved through totally instinctive processes inherent
in every female. The truly splendid property of Thelazine is that its
effects are so subtle, in the end the subject believes she is
cooperating of her own free will. Thelazine helps our Guests to make
that crucial transition from victim to participant with far less
difficulty and anguish.
So despite her unwillingness, as the head of Cliff's penis nestled
against her cervix, Teresa experienced stronger than normal stimuli
from the area of her clitoris when the root of his ample shaft crushed
against the highly sensitized organ, ever so subtly nudging her toward
arousal. The delicate tingling sensations and gradually spreading
warmth in her abdomen, in fact went unnoticed by Teresa as still she
sought to combat her Handlers.
Scott, however was fully in control of the situation. With a tight
grip on her thick hair at the scruff of her neck, the young Handler
forced Teresa to face her defiler. She could not turn away, nor would
Scott allow her to look down. Each time she tried, he yanked her head
back, causing her to gasp from the pain.
"Huhuhhgg," she grunted in a most unladylike fashion when Cliff flexed
his powerful thighs, driving himself upward and onward to the point
where Teresa could not remember ever having been so fully involved
with a man before.
"Silence, Miss Davidson!" Scott snapped from just behind her left ear.
"Look at me, Miss Davidson," Cliff ordered, positioning his wicked
face just inches from her own. "You will look at me while I attend to
you," the man quoted the house rules. Cliff then began to rock his
hips from side to side, grinding himself into and against her.
Meanwhile, Scott maintained a tight hold on her CAP, preventing Teresa
from following her lover's movement and thus adding to the sensation
of being "stirred" with a baseball bat. It was when Cliff bent his
knees and withdrew approximately eight inches of himself from Teresa's
supple confines that she began to suspect that her body was seeking to
betray her. Her face and neck felt hot, and although she couldn't
touch them, she knew that her nipples were getting hard. She could
feel the normally satin-like skin of her areolae puckering and drawing
tight. Unwittingly, Teresa subconsciously blamed herself for being
weak. Just another of the wonders of Thelazine. So imperceptible
were its affects, that subjects routinely placed culpability upon
themselves, further eroding their sense of self-worth.
Also, it certainly didn't help that her attacker appeared to be
studying her. Unable to turn her head, Teresa was forced to look
directly at the man while he proceeded to deliver a series of short
thrusts, moving the broad head of his horrible manhood in and out by
just a few inches. Then without warning, and much to Teresa's
chagrin, she felt herself clamp down on him. Desperately she fought
to reverse the reflex reaction, but it was too late she knew when the
man smiled patronizingly. Teresa closed her eyes in utter
humiliation.
"Look at me, Miss Davidson," Cliff demanded. "Do not close your eyes.
Look at me while I attend to you," he instructed. Then he added, "I
can feel your body beginning to participate. Deep down inside you
like what I'm doing, don't you... don't you?"
What the man said so incensed Teresa, that a rush of adrenaline
flooded her system, briefly overpowered the increasing effects of the
Thelazine enough to clear her head a bit. Instantly her rage
returned.
"Don't flatter yourself, you detestable monster!" Teresa said to
Cliff, her voice as frigid as dry ice. I'll never give in to your
perversions. She spat in his face.
His reaction was far less than satisfying, however. The man scarcely
even flinched when Teresa's spittle struck him on the right cheek.
Not a word was spoken by either Handler, in fact, as Cliff casually
wiped his face on the sleeve of his coverall. Then, ceasing his short
strokes, Cliff thrust himself deeply into Teresa, not quickly nor
particularly hard. To the contrary, his entry could best be described
as being more irrevocable and all encompassing, causing his obstinate
charge to throw her head back and gasp as a deep routed shudder passed
through her body. Cliff flexed his powerful legs, pushing upward with
greater force, and Teresa found herself impaled and lifted upon his
manhood, causing the nylon ankle restraints of the Acceptance Frame to
draw tight. It was definitely a new experience for the head-strong
teenager.
Things were not going well for her at all. During the early days and
weeks of her imprisonment, Teresa had fought a commendable fight.
She'd resisted, at every opportunity, the wishes of her captors,
forcing them to use increased caution and additional manpower to
control her. Even though in the end, she'd been forced many times to
endure the depraved and perverse attentions of several disgusting men,
Teresa had struggled with a degree of hostility that was quite
admirable. She'd even managed on one occasion to intimidate a little
weasel of a man into passing her by and moving on to one of the other
Guests on display in the Great Hall of the hideous Facility.
Following the incident where she'd all but bitten off a man's middle
finger, Teresa had forced her abductors to muzzle her. The heavy
leather patch over her otherwise sumptuous mouth had proven to be less
than attractive, however, and had saved Teresa from the clutches of
more than one of the despicable Clients of the Facility, who preyed
upon the defenseless young women.
But Teresa was beginning to believe that the staff of TYTC were a
different breed of men, and her suspicions filled her with uneasiness.
These men were not at all like the exceptionally mundane and ungainly
male monsters she'd been forced to endure until this afternoon. To
the contrary, the few white coverall clad men that Teresa had seen
since her arrival in her new home were not especially bad looking.
Most were large and well developed and conducted themselves with an
air of authority. It was their demeanor, actually, that worried
Teresa the most. Perhaps it was the manner in which they spoke, very
calmly and professionally, or the way they carried themselves, proudly
and with a decided aura of superiority. In any case, the few that
Teresa had personally come in contact with made her feel small and
vulnerable, like a little girl. They didn't respond to her threats as
expected, and her outright attacks were rebuffed like one might brush
aside a puppy who insisted on chewing on your shoelaces. The way the
deviant named Cliff now moved, for example, as he developed a slow,
steady rhythm, was both calculated and controlled. These men were
different. They would not be toyed with. They would not brook
defiance nor misbehavior. When she was able to make herself really
look at Cliff's face, Teresa was left with little doubt that he was in
command, and the gradually developing sentiment that she was in very
deep trouble.
As Cliff thrust harder and deeper, Teresa suddenly cried out, both
from his commanding presence inside, and from the pain which shot down
the insides of her thighs. The strain on her ankles and legs was so
great that she felt like she was being drawn and quartered. In
addition, a dull but pronounced ache spread through Teresa's lower
abdomen and up her spine, and with the cramping soreness came a
peculiar warmth. It was virtually undetectable at present, but as
events progressed, Teresa would become increasing aware of the
amplified signals that her femininity was sending to her beleaguered
mind.
"Silence, young lady!" Scott spoke from behind her.
Teresa was, for the moment too involved to respond, which was probably
just as well. Her thoughts were being drawn inexorably inward to the
ponderous mass which passed unceasingly in and out. Teresa could
actually picture in her mind, the shape of its bulbous head and thick,
heavily veined shaft, so exquisite were the sensations being
transmitted to her psyche by the supercharged walls of her vaginal
passage. Each ingress and egress of this reciprocating flesh engine
was accompanied by alternating periods of internal pressure, then
suction... pressure, then suction until Teresa felt as though she were
being pumped up like a beach ball. In fact, had anyone bothered to
notice, her smooth tummy first bulged outward then flattened and
flexed with each stroke cycle. Internally, Teresa's reproductive
system was starting to awaken, her vaginal muscles responding in
sequence to her lover's motion. Occasionally a small pocket of air
trapped inside of Teresa would manage to push passed the head of the
man's penis, bubble along its shaft through the ever increasing volume
of vaginal fluids, only to vent through her tightly packed opening.
The resulting very audible spurts and pops mixed with the customary
viscous, snapping sounds of vaginal intercourse were almost
intolerably humiliating to Teresa.
In fact, the only occasion upon which Cliff would diverge from his
premeditated course of servicing the young woman would be following
such a discharge. Having mastered in the psychology of non-consensual
intercourse, Cliff knew well that any sign of cooperation on the part
of the female subject, be it emotional or physical, is tremendously
detrimental to her sense of well being, and that any acknowledgment of
those signs would only serve to advance his position of control and
dominance.
This principle is but a small part of the highly enlightened program
with which The Youth Training Center achieves repeated success in the
conditioning of young ladies of all ages and walks of life. It is
based in part the fundamental premiss that, "Given a suitable amount
of sexual impetus by a partner or apparatus, employing the proper
techniques, for an adequate period of time, any female, regardless of
the circumstances of her involvement, will eventually become an active
and willing participant in the association."
Each time the liquid, chattering sounds occurred, emanating from
between the teenager's widely spread legs, Cliff fixed her gaze with
his cold eyes and smiled intuitively as if to say, "You're mine,
little girl. Your body knows it. I know it, and soon you will give
yourself to me, willingly."
To make matters worse, Scott had taken to tapping playfully on the
butt end of Teresa's CAP device in harmony with Cliff's thrusting. He
didn't strike the appliance hard enough to cause pain, but rather his
expert manipulations resulted in bursts of pressure of short duration
being transmitted by the hard rubber torpedo into the most tender
areas of Teresa's bowel. Reflexively the young woman's hips jerked
forward and away from this source of pressure, and in so doing, drove
her rythmically onto her lover's impaling manhood. In this manner,
the stubborn teenager was encouraged to participate in relationship.
Alex looked on for awhile, until he was satisfied that his coworkers
had matters well in hand, then he turned to his superior and said, "If
you won't be needing me any more for the moment, I'll take my leave,
sir."
Adam North glanced up from his paper work and nodded. "Sure, go right
ahead, Alex." Then he looked in the direction of the threesome just a
couple of meters away from his desk. All he could see of the
audacious Miss Davidson at present were her arms and legs protruding
outward from behind Cliff's white clad body.
Handlers never disrobed. Their coveralls were specially designed to
allow them marvelous freedom of access and movement, and by remaining
clothed, the Handler held a perceived position of superiority over
the naked Guest. Just another link in the chain.
Heavy breathing and the occasional soft grunt were the only sounds
that came from the menage a trois for the time being. Less and less
often over the passed half hour had there been any verbal protests
from Miss Davidson. Earlier outbursts had been dealt with in the
customary manner by providing the Guest with sexual distraction until
she could come to grips with the situation. The CAP device worked so
well for this, and Scott was proving himself to be quite adept with
its application. His timing was excellent and his touch subtle, North
noticed.
He glanced at his wristwatch. "I give her about ten minutes," he said
smiling at Alex.
"I'll buy that," his Chief Handler responded. "I think we've made
some significant inroads with Miss Davidson, actually." He gazed
approvingly in the direction of the loving threesome.
From where he sat, Alex could see the young woman's body pressed
between the white uniforms of his coworkers. Scott no longer found it
necessary to restrain her buy her hair and presently rested one hand
on her right shoulder while he used his other to manipulate her CAP in
concert with the thrusting of Cliff's hips. Cliff, Alex noted, now
held Miss Davidson's face up to his using only three fingers placed
gently beneath her chin. He'd increased his tempo slightly, but
maintained the long, fluid strokes of the true professional, rather
than the jerky, unharmonious hammerings of a rank amateur. Always
attentive to details, Cliff positioned his upper body back slightly so
as to allow the girl's magnificent breasts to bounce freely to his
cadence, adding to the Thelazine enhanced sexual stimuli which flooded
her consciousness. Alex could plainly see the sheen of perspiration
on the young woman's flanks. In addition, her neck and shoulders and
chest were flushed a warm rosy pink. He couldn't see her face, but
knew from years of experience the medley of expressions that played
there as Cliff expertly maneuvered her toward her apogee. There was
little doubt in Alex's mind that Miss Davidson was focused inward, her
green eyes fluid and hazy.
"No, sir, it won't be long now," Alex commented. "Do you think one
will be enough for now?" he asked, referring to the induced orgasm
they all hoped would result from their combined efforts.
"We'll see how she does following afterglow," North answered. "It's
getting pretty late, and we'll be pairing her up with a night partner
soon after her exam and fitting in any case. I suppose if she
continues to show signs of defiance, I'll stay late and supervise
another session, but you can take off if you want to," the Headmaster
said conversationally.
The casual observer would probably be astounded by the off-handed
manner in which the two men conversed while just a few feet away a
young woman, restrained at the wrists and ankles, was being forcibly
taken by two men. What the casual observer wouldn't know, however,
and would have no way of knowing, since the Center's security was for
all intents and purposes, bullet proof, is that the Headmaster and his
Chief Handler had both witnessed so many similar encounters that they
were, by now, second nature to them. Just another day at the office,
so to speak.
"OK, then," Alex replied with a smile. "I want to get down to the
Gymnasium before closing time. The Coach has a new apparatus he
wanted to demonstrate. I think he called it `The Aquarium' or some
such thing. You know how the Coach is. He sure loves his toys."
Both men chuckled.
As Alex left the office, he heard from over his shoulder Scott
encouraging his young charge, "Just let yourself go. I'm right here
to help you, Miss Davidson. Relax and concentrate. Focus on Cliff
inside of you. That's right, little one. Center yourself. Our
little girl loves to be loved, doesn't she. Sure she does."
Just before the heavy door closed behind him, Alex caught the opening
whimperings of Miss Teresa Anne Davidson's very first non-consensual,
induced orgasm. During her stay at The Youth Training Center, she
would enjoy many, many more.
Continued...
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