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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Revised: "T.Y.T.C. 3.1 - The Twins" [MM~TeenF, nc] 1/1 - by The StoryMaster
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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.

Author's Note: Some glaring inconsistencies for which I truly
apologize have been fixed in this re-release.
_______________________________________________________

T.Y.T.C. 3.1 - The Twins - by - The StoryMaster

Although they were identical twins, biologically, the two teenagers
were as different as night and day.

Marina Nesbit, though as enchanting and pleasing to the eye as a young
woman could be at age fourteen, had a rather dark side.  In fact, her
temper was legendary among friends and family alike.  According to
reliable sources, she had the propensity to lash out unexpectedly and
with a totally disproportionate degree of vehemence whenever she
perceived that her wishes were not about to be met.  If, however,
Marina was able to beguile a young man into doing things her way, she
was a happy girl indeed.

Marina's sister, Melanie, on the other hand, was one of the most
agreeable young ladies one could ever have the pleasure of meeting.
Second out of the womb by only minutes, it was as if she were the
emotional equivalent of a photographic negative of her "older" sister.
Where Marina was self-involved to the extreme, Melanie Nesbit
exhibited a degree of modesty and sweetness that was truly refreshing
to behold.  Melanie had a lot of friends, but lacked Marina's
seductive worldliness.  As a result, she was not nearly as popular
with the young gentlemen in her school as her sister.  There were
times when Melanie envied the ease with which her sister manipulated
the many boys in her life, but in spite of her lack of a current
amorous involvement, Marina Nesbit was a contented young girl, for the
most part.  

At the moment, however, neither young lady was particularly happy.
The twins sat in a daze in two straight backed wooden chairs in front
of a big oak desk.  Behind the sat a man who at first glance appeared
to be gentlemanly and hospitable.  He was in his late thirties or
early forties, clean cut and moderately handsome.  Marina and Melanie
stared at him drunkenly, still somewhat groggy from the anesthetic
drug that had been used on them at the time of their collection.  The
two young ladies had no idea where they were or how they had come to
be there.  

Marina appeared to be a bit more agitated than her sister.  As the two
girls sat silently under the austere gaze of the man behind the desk,
she began to squirm in her seat.

"God, do you think they found out?" she worried.  Although she
couldn't remember how she got there, Marina was certain that she now
sat in the office of an official or superintendent, higher up the
ladder than Mr. Martin, her school Principal.  "But how could they?
Mr. Graves promised he wouldn't tell anyone, ever, and after all, he
is a married man," Marina reasoned.  She glanced over at her sister.
"Melanie looked pretty out of it," she noted.  "Melanie... Why is
Melanie here?" she puzzled, her thoughts muddy and slow.  Marina had
all but concluded that this had nothing at all to do with her
surreptitious meetings after classes with her history teacher, when
the man seated behind the large desk spoke.

"Good morning, ladies," Adam North said, cordially.  "And welcome to
our facility."  When Marina opened her mouth to speak, North held up
his hand.  "Your questions will all be answered very soon, Miss
Nesbit, I assure you," he said.  

While North spoke, the door to his office opened, and a man dressed in
a white coverall entered.  Closing the door behind himself, the man
stood silently awaiting the orders of his superior.

"Ah, there you are, Alex," the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center
said smiling at his Chief Handler.  "Do come in, please."  Marina
turned in time to watch the big grey eyed man walk in her direction.
Stopping in front of his employer's desk, he stood calmly between the
two sisters.  He did not speak.  "Ladies, say hello to Alex."  Marina
looked up at the tall man, but quickly averted her gaze.  Something in
his countenance was foreboding and ominous.  Marina felt like she'd
stepped onto thin ice, which when it broke, would plunge her into the
ice water of his grey eyes.  "Alex meet Marina and Melanie Nesbit."

Drawn by a strange magnetism, Marina was unable to keep from looking
back in the tall man's direction.  She watched, utterly entranced as
the man called Alex, turned to her sister.  Meanwhile, the man behind
the desk, the one Marina correctly deduced was in charge here,
continued to speak in a composed, and frank tone of voice.  "As you
can see, Alex, Marina and Melanie are twins.  The two sisters have
come into our care at the request of an acquaintance of Miss Marina
Nesbit.  The gentleman wishes to remain anonymous for the time being,
but has requested that we work with the young lady for a few weeks.
He hopes that as a result of her stay with us, Miss Nesbit will be
more accommodating in the future."

Marina couldn't decide whether she more astounded by what she heard or
by the fact that while the man behind the desk continued with his
introductions, the other, a complete stranger until just moments ago,
saw fit to put his hands on her twin sister.  Whether it was the drugs
or the fact that Melanie was almost paralyzed from shock, Marina would
never know, but while she looked on in disbelief, the one named Alex
stepped behind Melanie's chair and placed his hands onto her narrow
shoulders.

Melanie stared unseeing at the wall behind Adam North's desk while the
big man began to rub her shoulders.  His touch was gentle, but while
the stunned teenager sat with statuesque stillness, his hands moved up
her slim neck.  Melanie shivered as his course fingers slipped up
under her soft hair.  She was confused and frightened.  She had no
earthly idea what she was doing in the strange office, and why a
complete stranger was touching her.

Marina watched spellbound as Alex moved his hands slowly around her
sister's neck to her throat, then began to "walk" with his finger tips
downward to the "V" of smooth skin above the collar of Melanie's knit
blouse.

"It is Miss Marina Nesbit who happens to be the object of our client's
interest, she being the more sexually active of the two girls," North
explained casually.

At the mention of "sexual activity", Marina turned quickly to face the
man behind the desk.  She couldn't believe her ears.

"Nooo," Marina then heard her sister whimper plaintively from her
nearby seat.

Marina looked toward Melanie as the big man began to unfasten the top
button of her blouse.  Melanie's small hands were on his wrists in an
attempt to thwart his efforts, but it was obvious the man was much too
powerful for the young girl.

"Hey!  Cut it out, you bastard!" Marina blurted out.  "Make him stop,"
she then implored in a demanding tone of voice to the man behind the
desk.  Her pretty face was contorted with the legendary wrath she was
famous for.

"Quittttt," Melanie cried, helplessly, struggling with the man named
Alex as he unfastened the second button.

"But he is more than happy to compensate us for the training of both
the Nesbit sisters," Adam North explained calmly.  He stared cooly at
Marina, ignoring her outburst for the moment.

Marina was utterly stunned by the fact that the man appeared to be
totally unmoved by what his associate was doing to Melanie.  In fact,
it took a shriek from her sister to snap Marina back to the present.
She was afraid to look, but couldn't help it.  Marina's mouth fell
open in astonishment when she turned and saw that the big man now held
Melanie by the throat with his left hand while his right moved beneath
her knit blouse in the vicinity of her breasts.  Marina couldn't see
Melanie's face, but judging from the way she struggled, her sister was
not at all happy.

On many an occasion, Marina Nesbit's temper had clouded her judgement,
but what happened next would prove to be one of the last times the
hot-blooded teenager "leapt before she looked".

"I said leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" Marina cried angrily as
she lunged to her sister's aid.

Alex moved with viper-like swiftness.  Marina hadn't taken two steps
when a hand the size of a baseball glove caught her between her
breasts and shoved her away with overwhelming force.  Caught off
guard, Marina staggered backward.  Then, stumbling over the wooden
chair she'd just vacated, she fell heavily to the floor.

"You bastard!" Marina hissed as she regained her feet, her blue eyes
flickering with icy malice.  

Alex left Melanie hugging herself and whimpering in her seat and
turned toward her advancing twin.  Adrenaline coursing through her
veins, Marina charged.  The result was almost comical.  Marina, in her
blind furry, advanced directly into the big Handler's clutches.  His
finger tips practically touched at the back of her neck as Alex's big
hand closed around Marina's throat.  Had he not had such a powerful
hold on the young teenager, she would have fallen to the floor, so
abruptly was her advance halted.  Not a word was spoken.  Marina
couldn't speak, of course, because Alex's grip had cut off her airway,
and Alex out of shear professionalism remained silent as he pushed the
furious girl toward her seat.  

Marina, with her hands on Alex's wrist and her blue eyes bulging, felt
herself forced backward inexorably.  When the backs of her legs hit
the front edge of her chair, Marina sat down heavily.  The big Handler
stared down into her eyes with an expression of condescension.  His
fingers closed tighter around her slim neck.  When at last Alex
released his grip, Marina was on the verge of blacking out and was
left gasping and coughing for several minutes.  

Alex then resumed his position between the chairs of the unfortunate
twin sisters.  Reaching toward Melanie, he placed one hand on her
shoulder, causing the more timid girl to cringe.  Both young ladies
were, for the time being, under control.

Meanwhile, behind his desk, Adam North spoke quietly into the office
intercom.  A moment later, the office door opened once again, and
another man clad in white coveralls entered the room, pushing what
looked like a coat rack on casters ahead of him.

At first glance it was a rather innocuous looking rectangular
apparatus about six feet long and five high.  The upper horizontal
rail which was at approximately shoulder height was made of shining
stainless steel tubing one and one half inches in diameter as were the
two vertical members at either end and the lower horizontal bar.  The
entire arrangement rolled easily on small casters at the ends of two
shorter struts set perpendicularly to the lower beam at either end of
the steel frame.

"Eyes to the front, Ms. Nesbit," Adam North barked when Marina started
to look around at the second Handler while he locked the casters in
place.  Although he maintained a neutral expression, North smiled
inwardly when the head strong young teenager obeyed.  True, she gave
him a withering stare, but unwittingly Marina Nesbit had heeded her
first direct order.

When the "Acceptance Frame" was ready, the second TYTC Handler took up
a position on the other side of Marina's seat in response to a nod
from North.

"Since Marina Nesbit insists upon living up to her reputation of
inappropriate willfulness and hostility we will start with her," Adam
North stated almost conversationally.  "Let's get her framed up first,
and then we'll see if her sister will learn to make better choices."
He paused briefly and looked in Melanie's direction.  Satisfied that
the meeker of the two girls was, for the time being, suitably subdued,
North turned to his two staff members.  "Gentlemen.  Please proceed."

Not yet fully recovered from the near strangling she'd received,
Marina let out a startled squawk when the two big men seized her by
the arms and yanked her out of her seat.  

"Waalllkkk," she croaked as she was propelled toward the waiting
tubular apparatus.  Marina didn't notice the restraint cuffs located
at the four corners of the shining frame until it was too late.  Even
if she had, she would have been powerless to change the events that
were about to come to pass.  Backpedaling ineffectively, her feet
barely touching the floor, Marina shot a fearful look over her
shoulder in North's direction.  When she was finally set upon her feet
facing the Acceptance Frame, Marina immediately lashed out with her
right foot at the second man in white coveralls.  The Handler easily
dodged the kick, and then to a series of half strangled shrieks,
Marina's wrists were bound to the upper corners of the metal frame.

While his associates executed their assignment, Adam North kept a
close watch on Melanie Nesbit.  "This one is going to be easy," he
thought to himself.  "No wonder the guy wants both girls.  After the
proper conditioning, the feisty one will provide the main course, and
this demure little lady will be dessert."  North stared appraisingly
at Melanie and contemplated involving himself personally in her
training.  Her demure shyness was very attractive to him.

While her twin sister's ankles were attached to the lower corners of
the Acceptance Frame, Melanie Nesbit rocked slowly back and forth in
her seat, her eyes on the floor in front of her.  She trembled
noticeably.  Melanie was so deeply shocked by the goings on in the
office that she was unable to even look in her sister's direction
although Marina cried out repeatedly.

Had she looked, Melanie would have seen that her head strong sibling
had been lashed facing the metal framework.  The restraint bindings
were adjusted such that both her arms and her legs were spread widely
apart. 

When all was in readiness, Alex nodded silently to his assistant, and
the two men together turned the entire apparatus with its weakly
struggling occupant around so that Marina faced the Headmaster at his
desk.  

Adam North sat silently for several moments gazing appreciatively at
the young woman, spread-eagled before him.  Both girls were very good
looking.  Blond hair, blue eyes, succulent mouths and flawless skin.
Both had nice figures with narrow waists and broad hips.  From what
North could see, the two sisters were rather small breasted, but at
only fourteen years of age, they both had lots of time to develop.  

Sensing his eyes upon her, Marina momentarily ceased her struggles and
bravely returned his gaze.

"Excellent!" North thought approvingly.  "Direct eye contact.  This
one is a zesty one.  She'll no doubt stare you down until the very
end.  But her sister..." North reflected.  "She's going to require
some encouragement along those lines."  He glanced briefly in
Melanie's direction then back at her sister, Marina.

One of the Non-negotiable Standards at TYTC states that a Guest shall
maintain direct eye contact with her lover at all times.  Marina would
be a natural, North was certain.  "And just look at the fire in those
eyes," he mused.  "With training, that blaze can and will be
harnessed."

"Miss Nesbit, before we begin I wish to tell you first why it is that
you and your sister are here, and secondly what will be expected of
the two of you while you are with us."

Marina continued to test her bonds while the Headmaster went on with
his narrative.  To either side of the apparatus to which she was
bound, the two Handlers stood at the ready.

"As I pointed out earlier, Miss Nesbit, you were brought here at the
request of an anonymous admirer.  An admirer, Miss Nesbit, who would
like to get to know you and your sister a little better, so to speak."
North chuckled ominously.  He continued.  "Your disposition, Miss
Nesbit is known to be, shall we say, less than cooperative the
majority of the time.  We intend to change that."

Marina still struggled ineffectually with the velcro bindings that
attached her wrists to the tubular bars.  She only half listened to
what the man was saying to her.

"We know that you are sexually active, Miss Nesbit.  We know that you
lost your virginity to your step-father at the age of twelve."

Suddenly, Marina was all ears.  At the mention of her escapade with
her step-father, Marina shot her silent sister a worried look.  If
Melanie understood what had been said, she gave no indication.

"In fact, young lady, we know everything relative to your sexual
history, both past and present."  North noticed Marina blush deeply at
the mention of "current events".  He gave her a discerning look.
Continuing, "Our job, Miss Nesbit is to reshape your concept of the
fundamental roll which the female is intended to play in the sexual
relationship.  Contrary to what you have been taught, your duty as a
fully functional female, Miss Nesbit, is to provide both pleasure and
entertainment to your partner or partners, whenever and wherever he,
she or they decide is appropriate."

Marina was too dumbfounded to respond, and that was just as well.

"We realize that you and your sister are young and reasonably
inexperienced.  In fact, I might add that we are relatively certain
that Melanie is still `in tact'.  That we shall verify soon enough."
He paused and again glanced in Melanie's direction.  "Melanie," he
called.  "Melanie," more sternly.  

The demure twin reluctantly looked up at him.

"I expect you to listen to me when I speak," he said flatly.  "You
need to pay close attention to what I say to your sister."  He
motioned for the second Handler to step to Melanie's side.  She
cringed at his approach.  Ignoring her fright, North ordered the
Handler to turn her chair so that she faced Marina.  The sight of her
much braver twin bound helplessly before her had a very gratifying
effect on Melanie.  To the three professional gentleman in room, the
signs were unmistakable.  They could see it in her expression and in
her body language.  Melanie Nesbit surrendered without a fight.

"Now pay attention, Melanie," North reinforced.  "Like I've been
telling Marina, it is our job to teach the two of you everything you
will need to know in order for you to entertain a partner or partners,
be they male or female.  Your sister insists on being stubborn, which
is why we must employ the Acceptance Frame for her first lesson.  At
The Youth Training Center, we guarantee results.  Thus we have a
number of devices which can help a young lady to pay attention.  I
hope that the two of you understand what I'm telling you."  He looked
first at Melanie who lowered her gaze submissively, then at Marina.
She spat at him.

Ignoring the recalcitrant action, North went on with his lecture.
"There are two cardinal rules here at TYTC," he said.  "Or as we call
them, Non-negotiable Standards.  The first one being, A Guest, and you
are guests, shall only speak when spoken to.  Absolute silence shall
be maintained at all times, particularly during love making."  North
allowed his eyes to linger on the downcast face of Melanie Nesbit,
purposely ignoring Marina's shocked reaction to the statement.
"Secondly, A Guest shall maintain direct eye contact with her lover or
Handler during any and all times of sexual activity."  He paused for
effect.  "The term, `non-negotiable', speaks for itself.  Disregard
for these rules will not be tolerated, ladies.  Do I make myself
perfectly clear?"  He looked at Marina first this time.  He could see
that what he'd said made an impression on her.  The blue blaze of
contempt in her eyes had dimmed ever so slightly.  As she stood
spread-eagled and helpless before her twin sister and the three
strange men, the first glimmerings of submission crept into Marina's
mind.  Unbeknownst to the determined fourteen year old, she began her
journey toward a new life at that very moment.  One glance at Melanie
told North that she would not cause any trouble at all.

Satisfied for the moment, North spoke to his staff.  "Alex, please
proceed."

Like many of the TYTC staff, Alex wore a holster on his left hip.  In
it were a few tools of the trade.  One was a telescoping spreader bar
which he wouldn't need for this session.  Another was a pair of EMT
sheers.  These he pulled from his holster and stepped in front of
Marina.  The girl eyed him warily.  

Marina wore a white cotton blouse with a lace collar and a pretty lace
frill across the breast.  A pair of stone washed designer blue jeans
completed the ensemble.  Marina had picked it out especially that
morning, because she had intended to stay late after her history
class.  Mr. Graves liked it when she wore tight fitting slacks.

For Alex, on the other hand, the tight, stone washed denim was at
best, a nuisance.  That blue flame of hostility erupted like a Roman
candle in Marina's eyes.  She fought her bonds like a tiger, and like
a tiger, Marina snapped repeatedly at the big man with her sparkling
white teeth.  Like the professional he was, Alex easily avoided
Marina's teeth as he systematically cut away at the furious teenager's
lacy white blouse.  Starting at the back of her collar, Alex
effortlessly severed the soft material with the sheers straight down
the center of Marina's back all the way to her waist.  He paid no
attention to the flawless white skin that his efforts uncovered, or to
the narrow back strap of her brazier.  In a strictly businesslike
manner, Alex proceeded to cut the sleeves of the blouse down the backs
of Marina's arms, at last severing the lace cuffs.  Then while the
teenager screamed curses at him, Alex tugged the tails of the ruined
blouse from inside of her jeans.  

"You'll all pay for this!" Marina spat as Alex slipped the remains of
her blouse forward over her shoulders then let it fall to the floor in
a tattered heap.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit!" Adam North commanded from behind his desk
where he sat watching Marina's disrobing.  "Speak only when spoken
to."

Marina barely heard him, however, because at that very moment she was
too intent on watching Alex.  After holstering his evil shears, Alex
stepped back in front of the bound teenager.  Marina thrashed her hips
around violently in an effort to escape the man's hands as he reached
for the front of her jeans, but she was doomed to failure.  

"Nnnnnn," Marina groaned through clenched teeth as the man slid his
fingers behind the denim waist band and started to unfasten the top
button.  Her belly was soft and warm against the backs of his fingers.
With the button opened and the zipper lowered, out came the shears.
This time it was a cry of dismay that escaped Marina's lips.

"Snip...snip...snip...snip..."

Down the front of the pants leg, Alex's shears cut through the
expensive denim like butter, right down to then through the cuff at
Marina's bound left ankle.  In just a few minutes, Marina's cherished
designer blue jeans joined the rest of the rags on the floor of Adam
North's office.  

Marina was so outraged at the wanton destruction of her wardrobe that
she'd forgotten to be afraid.  Soon, however, the gravity of the
predicament she was in would dawn on her.  After all, she was a
fourteen year old girl.  She was bound helplessly and in a very
compromising position to a wicked apparatus designed by mad men.
Speaking of mad men, three of them occupied the room with her that
morning, but for all intents and purposes, Marina was utterly alone.
Sure, Melanie was there, but Melanie couldn't even help herself, much
less her twin sister.  

Alex replaced his shears into their holster once more, leaving Marina
wearing nothing but a bra and panties.  As the men had assumed, the
young woman was indeed small breasted.  The small brazier she wore was
nothing more than a covering of soft cotton, much like a training bra.
It was obvious that neither Marina nor her sister would require
support for many years.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said, surprising his young charge.  It
was the first time he'd spoken since he'd begun with Marina.  His
voice was strong and melodious.  The inflection in his voice left no
room for doubt.  Alex expected to be obeyed.  Slipping his big fingers
behind the thin shoulder straps just above where they attached to the
two breast cups, Alex repeated the command.  "Look at me, Miss
Nesbit."

Marina glanced down at his hands before reluctantly raising her gaze
to his.  While the teenager looked into the grey ice pits of his eyes,
Alex quickly jerked upward on the cups of the brazier, tugging the
soft garment up and over her small, firm breasts and exposing the
pleasing mounds to everyone's view.   The Handler noted the degree of
alarm that registered in the young girl's facial expressions as she
was displayed in public, probably for the first time in her life.
Later he would make note of his observations in Marina's permanent
file.

"Quit it, you bastard!" Marina cried.  She renewed her struggles while
Alex pulled the bra upward, arranging it on her chest just below her
collar bones.  

It's really no wonder that her history teacher desired the young girl.
Marina was indeed a perfect fourteen year old in every way.  Every
aspect of her blossoming anatomy was firm, exquisitely shaped and
spoke of delights to come.  Marina Nesbit's breasts were small,
flawless cones, each topped with puffy pink satin areolae no larger
than quarters, and tiny stiff nipples.  The very few individuals who'd
been fortunate enough to touch these wonderful little breasts would
certainly agree that they are soft beyond comparison, yet firm and
supple.  Beneath the smooth, white skin and pliant fatty tissues, the
firmer mammary glands awaited palpation.

Marina, like most girls her age was acutely aware of her breasts, and
naturally wished that they were larger.  The young teenager had not
missed the blatant stares of the boys in school whenever a really
large breasted girl appeared.  Marina enjoyed any form of attention,
in particular male attention, and therefore made a point of displaying
her budding chest whenever possible.  She even resorted to stuffing
her brazier from time to time.  Before that moment, only three boys
had ever laid eyes on these precious points first hand, and then only
two had actually been granted permission to touch them.  Because of
her thoughtless outburst, however, Marina Nesbit's personal statistics
were about to change.  In addition the teenager was about to discover
that discipline at TYTC was metered out sexually.

Alex felt that one of the most enjoyable and rewarding aspects of his
occupation was the opportunity to watch the medley of expressions play
upon the face of a young lady the very first time she is handled
against her will.  After arranging Marina's brazier to his
satisfaction, (He would later cut it away completely.) Alex gave no
warning before taking the teenager's satiny areolae between the
fingers and thumbs of his two powerful hands.  Pinching down firmly on
the hard little nubs of her nipples, Alex shook the small, fleshy
cones quickly from side to side.  The resulting "slide show" was
stunning.

First came surprise.  "What the......?"  When she felt his touch,
Marina looked down at Alex's hands.  Then, as if from a great
distance, she watched the man take the sensitive tips of her breasts
between his thick fingers.  She looked up at his face.  

Next came the shock and incredulity.  "How dare he touch me!" Marina's
mind screamed.  She was about to open her mouth to comment when the
pressure increased.  She groaned instead.

Alarm was next as the fact that a complete stranger was handling her
at will, and that she was powerless to resist registered in her
consciousness.  Marina closed her eyes and moaned softly when Alex
started to roll her small nipples between his calloused fingers.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex cautioned.

Understanding dawned on Marina's pretty face like the morning sun when
the big Handler began to shake her breasts.  Marina strained
helplessly at the wrist restraints, clenching and opening her small
fists fitfully.  She looked frantically from his hands to his face.
He wasn't about to stop, and she was not going to be able to stop him.
The man smiled at Marina as he shook her little breasts in short,
rapid bursts.

Humiliation...  Marina felt like a prize hog as she was forced to
submit to the man's attentions.

Rage hit like an avalanche.  After several minutes of his maddening
shaking of her beasts, Marina was ready to scream.  She was seething
with anger at the man named Alex and at the despicable creature who
sat watching from behind his desk like this was all some kind of sick
exhibition.  But what also slowly crept into Marina's psyche was fury
and disgust that she felt resulting from her own impotence and
inability to do anything at all to help herself. 

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex began to coach.  He released his hold
on the pink tips of Marina's breasts, but then he slowly spread his
fingers, cupping her and covering her completely with his big hands.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," he said again as he began to rotate his
hands around and around, pushing back against Marina's chest and
crushing the tender cones between his palms and her rib cage.  He
could feel her developing mammaries beneath her warm skin.

Apprehension and Resignation when after a sudden increase in pressure,
Marina realized that this man could hurt her if he chose to.  He could
do anything he wanted to her, and she could do nothing to prevent it.

Without the slightest compunction, Alex turned and beckoned to his
assistant who observed from nearby.  His name was Timothy, and he was
new to the Center.  Timothy had been on the payroll for about two
weeks, and like all new associates, he'd been assigned only temporary
responsibilities such as nightly Partnering assignments or the
occasional Group Correction Exercise.  Timothy was a quick study
though, and from what Alex had seen of him, he handled himself in a
detached and professional manner while working with the Guests.  Alex
had therefore decided to give Timothy a "career boost".  This was
Timothy's first Induction Interview or "Double I" as it was called,
and as it turned out, was one of the very few group inductions the
Center had ever undertaken.

Usually Guests are introduced to their new responsibilities on an
individual basis.  In the case of Marina and Melanie, however, it was
decided that it would be in the best interest of their training to
"Double I" the girls together, especially since they would both be
delivered to the same Client upon graduating.

Aware that the Headmaster's eyes were upon him, Timothy kept his mind
focused as he stepped beside Alex who, all the while continued to
massage the young Guest's breasts.  Timothy quieted his thoughts so
that he could mentally record the teenage female's facial expression
and body language.  A detailed transcript of this important data would
later be expected by his boss.  The handoff went like clockwork.  No
sooner had Alex's hands left her chest, than Timothy's were upon her.
Timothy held Marina with his hands on either side of her small breasts
and his fingertips on her rib cage.  He placed his thumbs over her
areolae and pushed down until she groaned, then began to orbit his
thumbs in opposite directions, rotating the entire breast mass in the
process.  Outrage and indignation quickly bloomed on the young
female's face.

"Oh my God!" Marina gaped.  "He's letting another person touch me.
How could he?"  Her gaze drilled into Alex's broad back as the chief
Handler turned toward her sister, Melanie.  

What the teenager was feeling, was the first glimmer of what is
referred to as Handler Devotion.  It's surprising to many of our
Client's to learn that even though these dedicated men take what many
believe to be unheard of liberties with their assigned Guests, over a
period of weeks and months, the young ladies will often develop
attachments to their Principal Handlers, feeling a sense of loss and
even jealous animosity when they are temporarily placed with other
staff members.

Marina groaned unconsciously.  This younger man was rougher than the
first.  

"Silence!" he snapped.  Alex had let a few groans go unpunished, but
Timothy intended to do it "by the books" since this was his first
time.  He pressed harder with his thumbs.

As the dull ache spread through her chest and belly, Marina opened her
mouth to groan again.  As she did, the pressure on her sensitive flesh
increased more still.  Then suddenly Marina made the connection.  She
snapped her mouth shut and the aching pain lessened.

Timothy continued his caressing for several minutes, during which time
he reminded Marina several times to maintain eye contact.
Occasionally as an added incentive, he would pinch one of her nipples
unexpectedly.  Then abruptly he stopped.  After gradually becoming
accustomed to his rhythmical manipulation of her breasts, Marina had
closed her eyes momentarily.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Timothy droned.  As Marina looked into the
green eyes set into a not too bad looking face, the young Handler
slipped his hands around her torso.  Then, finding the small
fasteners, Timothy expertly released the back strap of Marina's
brazier, allowing the small support garment to hang loosely from the
shoulder straps.  Timothy's EMT shears came out of his holster like
the pistol of a gunslinger.  Two snips later, they were re-sheathed,
and the remains of Marina's brazier lay atop the rapidly growing pile
of ruined clothing at her feet.

Marina followed the fall of the brazier with her eyes, but soon felt
finger tips beneath her chin.  She wasn't sure what he wanted, but one
thing was obvious to Marina, the young man was strong.  Even if she'd
wanted to resist, Marina doubted that she could have prevented him
from raising her face to his.  He then stepped so close to her that
she could feel his breath against her face.  Marina's blue eyes jumped
from side to side as she studied the man's face just inches from her
own.  She winced slightly when his grip on her chin strengthened.  His
green eyes bored into hers.  His face was so very close that Marina
couldn't see anything else.  She thought she heard her sister
whimpering beside her, but Timothy would not allow her to turn her
head.  Besides, it was at that moment that something happened that
Marina would never forget.

Timothy had practiced with several Guests on the Acceptance Frame, so
he knew how to handle himself.  A credit to the TYTC staff training
programs, Timothy's execution was impeccable.  While he held Marina's
face immobile and with a moderately strong grip so she would focus on
the slight pain he caused her, Timothy deftly slid his free hand into
the teenager's panties.  Because the Acceptance Frame positioned the
Guests in the ideal stance, and because Timothy had taken it upon
himself to practice his technique repeatedly during his off hours, the
shock hadn't even registered on Marina's face before Timothy slipped
his middle finger between her plump labia majora, found and parted her
petal-like inner lips, and entered the teenager vaginally to the
second knuckle. 

Timothy had done his homework, and because he had, he knew with
certainty that Marina was no longer a virgin.  An accidental
defloration would have been a huge "CLM" (Career Limiting Move) for
Timothy at this point in his tenure with the Center.  Generally all
such procedures were directed to specialty departments and personnel.
Some day Timothy might rise through the ranks and be responsible for
more complex operations, but for now, all he wanted to do was to meet
the Headmaster's expectations.

And so far, everything was proceeding very well.  Even though the
young lady was quite dry, Timothy's entry was smooth and
unanticipated.  In fact, several seconds passed before she even
realized what had happened.  The notable widening of the eyes
accompanied by the characteristic mixed expressions of wonder and
puzzlement at last indicated to everyone in attendance that Marina
recognized she'd been compromised.  The young Handler felt her sweet
breath puff against his lips as the startled fourteen year old made a
hurried mental assessment of her situation.  Timothy held his impaling
digit perfectly still inside of her, allowing Marina to adjust herself
to his presence.  She was exceptionally tight and quite warm inside.
Timothy pushed in just a little deeper, all the while maintaining a
grip on Marina's chin and keeping his eyes locked onto hers.  Sooner
or later she would baulk.  It was inevitable, and Timothy would be
ready for her.  Then unexpectedly, Marina squeezed his finger.  It was
a crushing velvety grip of exceptional strength.  So much so that
Timothy made a mental note to pass this observation along to the boys
in the Fitting Room where the young female would later be measured
both externally and internally.  

On the slim chance that Marina might be giving in prematurely to her
situation and actually begin to participate in his manual exploration
of her femininity, Timothy moved his finger slowly in and out of her
once, then again, hoping that she might squeeze him once more.  It was
a long shot, and one that a more seasoned Handler wouldn't have
bothered with, but Timothy was young.  

After all, that's how we learn.  If there's one thing we've
ascertained with certainty over the years, it's that when dealing with
the female of the species, there are no certainties.  Fortunately,
although Timothy was inexperienced, he was well trained.  Not once
after entering Marina did he ever move his eyes away of hers.  For
this reason, as the innocent expressions of puzzlement on her face
began to cloud over, and the lightning bolts of hostility and
loathing, sparked in her blue eyes, Timothy was not caught off guard.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Marina Nesbit screeched in a most
unladylike manner.  

Jerking her chin free of his grip, - He let her go. - Marina again
tried to take a bite out of her Handler, and Timothy only narrowly
escaped injury.  Straining mightily at her bonds, the teenager tried
desperately to escape the hand which invaded her person.  The
Acceptance Frame, however was designed in such a manner as to severely
hamper aggressive movements of the pelvis.  With her arms and legs
splayed so widely apart the only movement of any consequence that
Marina could manage was to thrust her hips backward and forward in
what could only be described as a natural humping motion.

"Let me go!" she shouted vehemently.  "Don't touch me, you bastards!
You fucking bastards!"  She shrieked.

Marina flung her hips back abruptly and forcefully, hoping to catch
the wicked man off guard following her outburst.  She was near tears
from frustration and rage.

Alex looked on approvingly from his position nearby.  Melanie sat in
the chair in front of him watching while her sister was systematically
violated.  For Melanie, the scene was so horrifying that she'd
retreated into an almost catatonic state, which allowed Alex disrobe
her at will.  In fact while he watched his very capable apprentice
work with the feisty Marina, he'd already removed Melanie's knit
blouse; with the aid of his trusty shears, naturally.

Another string of curses issued from the frustrated female in the
Acceptance Frame.  Alex would have to talk to Timothy about that at
another time.  Although he was certain that the Headmaster highly
disapproved of such outbursts, he also knew that some allowances would
be made because of the multiple induction.  "They rarely went
smoothly," Alex remarked to himself.  

He was quite gratified to see how well Timothy managed to stay with
the young teenager, frustrating her every effort to dislodge his
probing finger.  After ten minutes or so she began to tire, and her
pelvic thrashing began to lessen in intensity.   In five minutes
Marina hung by her wrists in the frame, her hips thrusting weakly and
almost lewdly as she tried futilely to escape from Timothy.  Alex
noted that at one point, the young Handler was actually able to hold
his hand still and let Marina unwittingly fuck herself on his
outstretched finger.

"Excellent work," Alex commented under his breath as he leaned down
behind young Melanie.  Reaching behind her back, he unfastened her
brazier.  Like her sister, Melanie wore the light cotton garment more
for show than for support.  Alex eased the thin straps over the
flawless, warm skin of Melanie Nesbit's shoulders.  The young lady
offered no resistance as he raised first one arm then the other in
order to free her of the brazier.  He could have cut the straps, of
course, but there were times when even Alex would wax sentimental.

A few feet away, Marina was just about spent.  The fire in her eyes
was no more than a smoldering ember now.  Timothy handled the her at
will, rubbing her, squeezing, and probing.  Marina had self-lubricated
after ten minutes time, allowing Timothy even greater freedom and
access to her depths.  Her shapely hips jerked now and again whenever
he palpated a particularly sensitive spot.

Bending behind Melanie, Alex reached under her arms and slid his hands
around her torso.  The girl didn't even flinch when he closed his
fingers around her small nipples.  For the next five minutes, the two
of them watched Marina and Timothy while Alex squeezed and kneaded the
supple breasts of Melanie Nesbit.  Like her sister, they were perfect.
Then in a moment of rare tenderness, Alex leaned down and kissed the
stunned young girl on the right side of her neck.

The intercom buzzed on North's desk.  He picked up the receiver so as
not to disturb his men.  He muttered a few words then returned the
receiver to the cradle.  He looked in Alex's direction.

His Chief Handler had managed to coax the timid one into a standing
position near the apparatus that held her sister.  While North looked
on, Alex unzipped the small zipper at the right hip of Melanie's
skirt.  The young girl looked straight ahead while Alex lowered her
skirt to the floor.  Then without hesitation, the Chief Handler
grasped Melanie Nesbit's cotton panties and stripped the girl.  Alex
then stood and rested his hands on Melanie's shoulders.  Even though
she was essentially incapacitated, Alex knew better than to leave her
unattended.  In the years that he'd spent in the employ of TYTC, Alex
had certainly seen young women in much worse emotional condition,
suddenly baulk and try to escape.  Induction was always traumatic, and
right now Melanie appeared to be almost comatose with shock, but given
adequate rest followed by some personal attention, Alex was certain
that she would be just fine.  They waited patiently for Timothy to
finish with Marina.

It had taken the better part of an hour, but eventually the two
Handlers agreed that Marina was probably out of steam.  At least
enough so that she wouldn't prove to be a danger to herself or others.
Timothy cut away Marina's panties, and after cautioning the head
strong girl that she would immediately be returned to the Acceptance
Frame should she cause any further trouble, he released her.  Soon the
two sisters stood naked, side by side facing Adam North.  They were
indeed a lovely sight together.  Again North again remarked to himself
just how fortunate his new Client would be one day.  In addition to
their small, perky breasts, the twin fourteen year old sisters
appeared to be devoid of pubic curls.  Personally, North preferred a
light covering at the very least, but he also knew that many of his
Clients enjoyed smoother female flesh beneath their finger tips.

Clearing his throat, Adam North addressed his Guests.  Behind each
young lady stood her Handler.  Melanie stood docilely in Alex's hands,
while Marina attempted repeatedly to shrug Timothy's hands from her
shoulders.  "Ladies, I must apologize for the lengthy induction
process, but at times it's unavoidable."  He looked directly at
Marina.  She reddened noticeably, whether from anger or embarrassment,
North wasn't certain, and it really didn't matter at this juncture
anyway.  "At the conclusion of this meeting, you will be introduced
into the our family and begin your training.  The next time I see you
two, I can assure you that you both will be transformed into polite
and accommodating young women."  

The girls said nothing.  Melanie stared ahead sightlessly while Marina
tried to look around.  From behind, Timothy grabbed a handful of blond
hair and shook her forcefully. "Pay attention, young lady!" he
ordered.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Adam North looked at his two
trusted staff members.  "We're done here, gentlemen," he said.

 From behind, Marina heard the distinctive sound of velcro being ripped
open.  She started to turn.  "Eyes forward," one of the Handlers
barked.  Just out of the girl's line of sight, Alex opened a tube of
K-Y Jelly which he'd fetched from his belt pouch.  After offering a
dollop to his fellow Handler, Alex squeezed a small amount of the
lubricant onto his middle finger then spread it thoroughtly with his
thumb. Replacing the tube into its pouch, he turned to Timothy.  With
a nod from Alex, the two Handlers mentally counted to three.  

"One...two...three..."

Marina squealed in astonishment as her Handler found his mark with
practiced ease.  The teenager was forced to raise up on her tip toes
as the man's long middle finger pushed deeply into her rectal passage.
A shuddering groan escaped her lips.  In a fraction of a second,
Marina felt the palm of Timothy's hand press against the cheeks of her
shapely bottom.  Beside her, Melanie was entered anally by Alex.  Even
in her subdued state of mind, Melanie reacted visibly to the presence
of her Handler.  It registered on her pretty face in the form of a
surprised and thoughtful expression.

 From that moment onward, the two sisters would never again be empty
back there during their stay at The Youth Training Center.  "At TYTC,
we believe that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her
bottom."

Alex felt his young charge bear down on his finger with her strong
sphincter muscles.  With a hand resting on her shoulder to stabilize
her, Alex pushed his middle finger deeper into Melanie Nesbit.  She
appeared to be delightfully fit.

True to character, Marina struggled against the latest invasion of her
person.  Timothy held a fist full of blond hair in his left hand while
he proceeded to thrust his finger forcefully into the resistant
teenager repeatedly, the palm of his hand slapping rhythmically
against her buttocks.  He shook the girl by her hair saying, "You will
hold still, Miss Nesbit, if you know what's good for you."

"You bastard!" Marina shrieked as the horrible man's finger probed her
unmercifully.  She fought with her defiler for another few seconds
before finally settling down.  As she slowly complied, Marina
recognized that the man reduced the intensity of his anal attentions
accordingly until at last, he only rubbed her firm buttocks in slowly.

"That's much better," Timothy muttered approvingly.  "I warn you, Miss
Nesbit.  I'll tolerate no further breaches of protocol.  Do I make
myself clear?"  He pressed his finger deeply into Marina.  The
stubborn teen shuddered in his strong hands.  Then at last she nodded
a gasping consent.  Unconsciously she gave Timothy a decisive squeeze.

The pretty sisters were then marched from the Headmaster's office.
Each was held in check by her Handler who maintained a grip on her
shoulder with one hand.  His other hand was pressed tightly against
his sweet charge's adorable little fanny while with a finger he
maintained Continuous Anal Presence.  The TYTC C.A.P. program will be
discussed in greater detail later.

After completing their Induction Interview, the Nesbit sisters were
separated.  Melanie was very frightened as she walked down the silent
hallway followed closely by a new Handler.  Alex, being the Chief
Handler at the Center, was needed for her sister's medical exam, so
Melanie had been turned over to another of the TYTC staff.  

Melanie's new companion was named Herb.  Herb had been with the
organization for many years, was exceptionally talented.  Being a long
term member of the very close knit family of dedicated men and women
at TYTC, Herb was admired by all, and Alex considered him to be the
perfect choice to carry out this phase of the young teenager's
training.

The traumatic shock and subsequent near paralysis Melanie had
experienced resulting from her abduction, coupled with the dreadful
interview she'd recently been forced to endure was ever so gradually
wearing off.  The man behind her pulled her to the left when they
reached a "T" at the end of the hallway.  They passed by several solid
looking doors, each bearing an engraved brass plate.  Melanie was very
curious about her situation and surroundings, but each time she tried
to look to the side to perhaps read one of the door signs, Herb
corrected her abruptly.

"Eyes straight ahead, young lady," he ordered sternly as they
proceeded down the passageway.  In a few yards, they stopped in front
of a door.  When she was turned to face it, Melanie looked up at a
sign which read, "Defloration".  At her tender age of innocence,
Melanie Nesbit had no idea what the term meant or that it clearly
spelled peril.  Herb opened the door and usher her inside.

Melanie had almost forgotten that she was unclothed until the chill
air of the sterile looking room wafted over her.  She shivered, then
as though just then discovering her nakedness, Melanie hugged herself,
covering her small breasts with her arms  A door at the far side of
the white tiled chamber opened and another man dressed in white
coveralls entered.  Unconsciously one of Melanie's hands dropped to
cover herself as the other man approached.

"Hi Herb," the second man said stopping directly in front of Melanie.
"New Guest, I assume," he commented, reaching toward the blushing
girl.  Instinctively, Melanie recoiled from his touch.  She tried to
look away and immediately felt the man standing behind her tighten his
grip on her shoulder.  The other man unabashedly placed his fingers
beneath Melanie's chin and forced her lovely face upward.  "Look at
me, young lady," he said with a voice of authority.  When Melanie
timidly raised her blue eyes to his, he smiled at her warmly.  Then
like a finely choreographed dance, the two men began Melanie's
training.

"What's her name?" the stranger asked.  He continued to look Melanie
directly in the eye when he spoke.

"Brent, this is Miss Melanie Nesbit," Herb said to his co-worker.
"Melanie and her sister, Marina are our newest Guests."

"Hello, Melanie," the man named Brent said, holding her gaze with his
dark eyes like a viper holds a sparrow captive before he strikes.  

Meanwhile, almost unnoticed by the young girl, Herb began to move his
finger slowly inside of her.  "Melanie's sister has been taken to the
Fitting Room, and will probably join us for lunch, but in the meantime
young Melanie here has more pressing business to attend to."

"Indeed," Brent said, his smile turning more ominous.  "Please, drop
your hands to your sides, Miss Nesbit," he said.  It was not a
request.  Melanie slowly began to recognize her peril, and her pretty
face reflected her growing apprehension.  She was suddenly very
self-conscious and reluctant to expose herself in front of this
strange new man.  She hugged herself all the more tightly.  With her
left hand, she cupped herself, shielding herself from prying eyes.

"Do as you're told, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered from behind her.  He
pressed his finger in deeper, causing the teenager to groan.

The man named Brent stared intently into Melanie's eyes which grew
rounder and wider with her escalating alarm.  "Silence, Miss Nesbit!"
he commanded the distressed young girl.  "Drop your hands," he
repeated.  Then he took Melanie's right arm and pulled it slowly away
from her chest.  She offered only partial resistance as he pushed her
arm down to her side.  "Remove your other hand, now, Miss Nesbit,"
Brent said sternly.  His resolve was very clear.

"Owww," Melanie moaned when Herb probed her again from behind.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit, and uncover yourself this instant," Brent
threatened.  He continued to hold the disconcerted girl locked in his
hypnotic gaze while out of the corner of his eye, he saw her left arm
move slowly aside.  Without hesitation, Brent smoothly slipped his
hand in where her's had just recently been.

"Nnnnnoo," Melanie whimpered in fear.  Instinctively she tried to jerk
herself away, but found that the Handler behind her would not allow
her to escape.  In addition he started to move his finger inside of
her bottom again.  Meanwhile, Melanie began to tremble in a near panic
as the man standing in front of her slid his big hand over her,
cupping her most intimate area.  Brent gazed into Melanie's widely
staring eyes as with a perceptive smile he started to rub her,
touching the youngster where no one had ever touched her before.

"Move your hand away, Miss Nesbit," Brent growled when she reflexively
covered his groping hand with hers.

"Sssttttppppppp," Melanie hissed miserably through clenched teeth, as
she forced herself to remove her hand from his, allowing the man to
continue to squeeze and rub and cuddle.  

This had to be the worst thing that had ever happened to her.  More
than once over the years Melanie had refused her sister's offer to
"show her stuff".  Melanie never failed to berate herself each time,
however, calling herself a "big chicken" or worse.  And if she didn't,
Marina surely would, using her perceived "worldliness" to lash her
demure twin sister like a whip.  As a result of these emotional
floggings, Melanie had never allowed a boy to even get close.  Now the
teenager stood trembling between two grown men.  One had his finger in
her rear end while the other touched her...touched her... "You know!"
The experience was at the same time frightening and demeaning, but
somehow mysterious and exciting.  Melanie shut her eyes tightly and
tried to hang on to her sanity.  She wondered what Marina was doing
and where she was.

"Open your eyes, Miss Nesbit," Brent ordered, pinching Melanie in a
place she'd never been pinched before.  It got her attention.  Her
blue eyes leapt open, and when she opened her mouth to express her
discomfort, Melanie received yet another revelation.

Brent moved with surprising swiftness as with practiced ease he
stepped closer to Melanie, pressing his body against her nakedness.
He snaked his right arm around the teenager's shoulders and clamped
her slim neck in the crotch of his elbow.  Then pulling the vulnerable
young girl to him he crushed his mouth roughly over her soft lips.
Before she knew what was happening, his tongue was sampling the back
of her throat.

As was every aspect of Herb's and Brent's handling of Melanie Nesbit
thus far, the intense kiss was premeditated and an integral part of
her conditioning exercises.  It is a well known fact that pre-teenage
girls who are unfamiliar with the ways of love, regard a kiss as the
ultimate expression of intimacy.  To a slightly lesser degree, the
same holds true for a girl in her early teenage years, especially if
she has never been touched before.  To take her orally, even in the
form of a fervent kiss, is to take her completely.

"Gmmmphh," Melanie huffed into Brent's mouth.  Her hands scrabbled
ineffectually at his shoulders as the man went about having his way
with her.  His tongue roamed freely about the interior of her mouth,
sliding fluidly over her teeth and the inside of her lips.  She gagged
several times when he was somehow able to push his surprisingly long
tongue down her throat.

Each time she gagged, Melanie's tummy heaved, and Herb monitored a
strong squeeze around his steadily stroking finger.  

We have always found it remarkable the way the internal abdominal
muscle groups of the female anatomy can work either in concert or
independently.  Our Guests devote a great many hours to the
conditioning of these vitally important muscle groups and to the
development of the skills needed to use them effectively.  Herb knew
without a doubt that young Melanie held great potential as a lover.
It would be his duty and the duty of his fellow Handlers to provide
her with many opportunities for discovery and practice.

"Maawwk," the young girl squawked into Brent's open mouth when he
pinched one of her marvelously resilient labia majora.  Thus far he
had not ventured between the two wide and pliant folds of female
flesh, effecting only external exploration for the moment.  Melanie
was wonderfully warm, and Brent could feel her feminine moisture begin
to assert itself.  She would be ready soon.

A full ten minutes passed while the two men administered to the young
teenager.  It came as no surprise to either Handler, when Brent at
last removed his mouth from hers, that Melanie had begun to
participate, even if only on an elementary level.  

There is a widely known, yet hotly disputed theory which states 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."  It's the line which reads, "regardless of the
circumstances of her involvement" that is so vehemently contested by
feminist groups, and for obvious reasons.  No self-possessed,
modern-day woman would ever wish to admit, or even speculate, that she
might eventually become a willing partner in what began as a
non-consensual relationship.  At TYTC we are convinced that this
concept is far from theoretical.  In fact it is one of the
cornerstones of our training philosophy.  We see it proven every day,
as our Guests bloom and flourish.  Our one hundred percent success
rate clearly confirms that the right mixture of patience and
determination will always yield a contented, Fully Functional Female
with an exceptionally accommodating disposition.  

Melanie Nesbit was certainly no exception.  Brent clearly recalled the
young girl's tongue move in search of his, just prior to his breaking
off their impassioned kiss.  Also, when he at last removed his arm
from around her then stepped back, he noticed a distinct blush of
color glowing around her neck and shoulders.  Melanie's delicately
lovely face was also flushed a rosy shade of pink, and her big blue
eyes had already taken on that distant and hazy appearance associated
with female arousal.

Without a word passing between them, Herb and Brent led the somewhat
unsteady young girl toward a strange, bench-like arrangement in the
center of the room.  Together the two Handlers helped Melanie to kneel
on the padded ledge provided for that purpose.  At that time, Herb
slipped his finger out of the teenager's rectum.  This would be one of
the very few times that Melanie would be without something inserted
into her anal passage, either human or artificial.

"Lie forward onto the table surface, Miss Nesbit," Herb instructed.
"We're going to give you a minute to relax and collect yourself before
we continue," he went on in a calm voice.  Meanwhile, Brent stepped
over to a cabinet against the far wall.  Because Melanie was
borderline shocky, she didn't argue with Herb.  She was actually
grateful for the chance to rest.  Bending at her waist, she slowly
stretched herself out across the padded surface of the "Defloration
Stand".  

It felt a little weird to be in a half-kneeling, half-prone position,
but suddenly Melanie was too weary to care.  She lay her cheek against
the cool vinyl padding and closed her eyes.  Herb looked down
approvingly at the young teenager's surprisingly broad hips and
shapely bottom.  With only a few minor adjustments, Melanie would be
in the ideal position for mounting.  He heard a cabinet door close and
looked up to see Brent return carrying a pneumatic vaccination gun.

The youngster heard more than felt the injection.  Her body jumped
once in surprise then lay motionless.  Herb watched the growing
confusion in Melanie's big blue eyes as Brent replaced the vaccination
gun into its storage locker.

"I know you can hear me, Miss Nesbit," Herb said to her.  "Don't
bother trying to answer," he said stepping closer and leaning down so
that his face was only inches from hers.  "We have given you a dose of
a drug called Ketamine," he said, speaking softly.  "Ketamine is
unique in that it only paralyzes the motor nervous system and nothing
else."  He smiled benevolently.  "In other words, Miss Nesbit, you
cannot move and you cannot speak, but you can still breath,
obviously," he chuckled at his little joke.  "Also, you can still feel
when you're touched.  Here, let me show you," he offered helpfully.
Herb kept his eyes on hers as he reached back and slipped his fingers
between Melanie's firm buttocks.  He didn't have to delve too deeply
before his finger tips met with her supple outer lips.  He pressed his
fingertips against the warm, moist folds of flesh hidden between her
firm thighs.  He noted the subtle changes in her eyes, and a slight
flaring of her nostrils that indicated the girl knew she was being
handled.  "You see?" he murmured to the paralyzed teenager as he
removed his probing fingers and patted her affectionately on the butt.

Brent returned to the Stand and set about making the final
arrangements.  One at a time, he moved Melanie's knees toward the
outer edges of the kneeler.  Then as though it was the most natural
thing in the world to do, Brent squatted down behind Melanie.  

Meanwhile, Herb removed a padded block from a hidden recess under the
Stand.  The block was padded on all sides and could be used in several
configurations if needed.  Herb rotated the block until the side that
had the deep "V" notch molded into it was on top.  Then using both
hands, he carefully raised Melanie's head.  There was no resistance on
the girl's part what so ever, as Herb turned her head, raised her chin
then placed it into the padded notch of the accessory block.  When he
was finished, Melanie's head was back with her chin supported in such
a manner that she faced the end of the table.  "That's a good girl,"
Herb murmured as he spread her long blond hair across her shoulders.
He patted her affectionately on the top of her head.  

Melanie became very frightened from the minute she realized that she
couldn't move a muscle.  She had no idea what was about to happen to
her, but she somehow sensed that it wasn't going to be pleasant.  She
lay totally helpless while one man arranged her head in a strange
support cradle.  Then she felt but couldn't see the other man move her
knees apart.  Melanie's fears redoubled when first she felt hands
touch her bottom, then she sensed that she was being spread open.  She
could feel the cool room air against her normally hidden flesh.
Melanie thought she would be sick when she realized that she was being
visually inspected and was powerless to do anything to prevent it.

Brent placed his big hands onto the young girl's excellent buttocks.
The flesh was warm and resilient.  Carefully he spread her open.
Brent quickly discovered that he would have to manually open the
girl's heavy labia in order to properly inspect her.  Pulling hard
with his hands, Brent spread Melanie's rounded buttocks apart until
her little anus poked outward.  Then using his thumbs, he reached
between her inner thighs, parted the thick folds of flesh and was
greeted by the ever so pleasant sight of thin, dark pink petals,
already sparkling with nectar.  Digging a little deeper Brent was at
last able to open Melanie completely.  When he leaned closer, he felt
that wonderful moist feminine heat against his face and was treated to
a whiff of her intoxicating scent .  Between Melanie's narrow and
obviously unused labia minora winked the entrance to her palace, the
previously unchallenged portal to the pleasures of her womanhood.
There was no doubt in Brent's mind that Miss Melanie Nesbit was
untouched.  He'd inspected literally hundreds of young ladies during
his lengthy tenure at TYTC and had been personally instrumental in
helping many to make that very special transition.  He could tell
simply by looking at young Melanie that she was going to be a joy to
work with.  

"Camera ready?" Brent asked, looking at Herb over Melanie's pretty
butt.  

Herb nodded.  He'd wasted no time.  While Brent inspected the
youngster, he'd positioned the video cameras and switched them on
standby.  All of the deflorations at the Center were taped.  Many of
the Center's clients wished to preserve their "Special Girl's" big day
as a keepsake, and the Center also kept a video record of practically
every step in the training of every Guest, for research purposes.  

"OK, we're all ready then," Brent said.  Before he released Melanie's
cheeks, however, he did something that he did with every young virgin
prior to her deflowering.  It was kind of a trade mark with Brent.
Herb watched with a smile as his partner lowered his face between the
young girl's thighs.  Brent brought his nose to withing an inch of
Melanie's virgin flower.  Then with a long, slow inhale, he took of a
deep draft of her heady scent.  "It's like sniffing a fine brandy,"
Brent always said.  "And every young lady has her own unique scent,"
he explains.  "It takes a real connoisseur to tell the difference
between some girls, but when you've worked with as many as I have, you
can tell.  You can definitely tell," he says with a smile.  

Knowing his partner's routine well, Herb leaned down and looked into
Melanie's eyes.  A smile spread on his face when he saw the glimmer of
alarm flash in those to pools of blue.  From the other end of the
table Brent made "yummy sounds".  His face was buried between the
young girl's thighs.  A full minute passed before Brent sat back on
his haunches.  His expression was one of thoughtfulness.  His mouth
and chin glistened with silky nectar.  Licking his lips, he said at
last, "Excellent.  Not too salty.  She keeps herself well, for a young
girl."  Then glancing in Herb's direction he commented casually, "You
know, she tastes a lot like that feisty Asian girl we worked with last
week.  Remember her?" he asked as he stood up behind Melanie.

"Mita, is her name," Herb recalled for his friend.  "She's still here,
I think, and I hear she's still a real handful."

"I figured as much," Brent said conversationally as he unzipped his
coveralls.  The coveralls that the Center supplied its Handlers and
attendants with were designed to unzip quickly.  The dual action
zipper would zip up or down as needed.  "I could see it in her eyes,"
Brent went on as he pulled his semi-flaccid manhood out and started to
stroke himself into full erection.  Placing one hand on Melanie's hip,
he stepped forward.  Brent, like all of the Handlers could bring
himself to full erection at will and very quickly, no matter what the
circumstances.  He was about to proceed when he stopped unexpectedly.

"Anything wrong?"  Herb asked.  He'd pulled a stool over in front of
the Stand so that he could monitor Melanie's expressions during her
special moment.  He held a clipboard for notes.

Again, the thoughtful expression appeared on Brent's face.  "She's a
sweet kid," he said almost tenderly.  Reaching for his belt pouch,
Brent produced his tube of K-Y Jelly.  "She's starting to
self-lubricate, but she's still pretty dry.  I think I'll give her a
break."  He shrugged.  

Herb always knew that Brent had a soft spot.  "That's a good idea,
man.  I'm sure she'll thank you later."  He smiled down at Melanie
then winked at Brent.

"Is that his...his tongue!!!!!" Melanie's mind screamed when she first
felt the warm, wet object touch her.  "Oh, God!" she cried silently as
the man's mouth traveled over her, tickling, probing, sampling.  The
sensation was at the same time, ghastly yet somehow exhilarating???
Thankfully it didn't last long.  If he'd persisted with what he was
doing back there, Melanie wasn't sure what would have happened.  The
sensations that flashed through her nubile femininity were like
nothing she'd ever imagined.  They were confusing and very powerful.
Melanie didn't know whether she wanted to cry or giggle. 

Brent took Melanie by her right hip once again.  The Stand had the
young girl positioned at just the right height.  He saw Herb switch on
both cameras as he squeezed the shaft of his penis in his left hand
then lowered its slightly pointed tip between the firm globes of the
youngster's fine little ass.  In his mind's eye, Brent saw the young
girl's untried vaginal muscles begin to clutch reflexively as he
pressed himself against her.  Although he knew very well that she was
unable to move any external muscle sets, Brent always maintained that
he could feel a slight trembling of flesh through the head of his
penis as he hunted slowly up and down in preparation for insertion.
He paused at her gates, allowing the youngster one last moment as a
child.

Melanie had, of course, seen a few dirty pictures in her time, so she
wasn't totally uninformed.  Still, when the smooth, hot object first
made contact with her, it took the girl a few seconds to put two and
two together.  When the realization finally did dawn on her, all she
could do was to stare helplessly into the eyes of the man named Herb
who's face was just inches from her own.  He'd actually leaned forward
and rested his chin on folded arms for an even closer view.  The hot
object moved slowly up and down between her legs for a minute or so,
then stopped abruptly.

It was then that Herb raised his head up off his arms, reached out and
took Melanie's wrists in his big hands.  Then, without a word, he
tugged her arms toward the end of the table, pulling her shoulders
forward and causing her back to arch slightly.  Melanie had no way of
knowing that the maneuver was mainly designed to align her vaginal
passage for greater ease of entry.  Herb nodded to his coworker then
looked deeply into Melanie's widely staring eyes.

Melanie gave a prolonged blink as what started as a slight stretching
sensation, quickly grew to uncomfortable proportions.  Herb watched
her pink tongue move tentatively behind slightly parted lips.  She
stared helplessly at him, eyes wide with apprehension and pain.
Another prolonged blink.

 From outside the room marked "Defloration", a passerby would have
heard a single muffled cry as Melanie Nesbit became a woman.

"You're not putting me into that thing!"  Marina Nesbit had been quite
adamant about her decision not to allow herself to be placed into the
evil looking chair.  

The head strong young lady had then proceed to kick and bight and
scratch unmercifully at Alex and the unfortunate Associate he'd asked
to assist.  Her attempts at direct disobedience were not only absurdly
nonproductive, but as Marina would soon find out, they were also met
with immediate and often demoralizing rewards administered in some
form of sexual interaction between herself and either a Handler,
another Guest or some exotic device.

As was bound to happen, Marina quickly found herself restrained in the
oddly shaped chair.  At first glance, the apparatus looked much like a
birthing chair, but that is where the similarities ended.  Unlike a
birthing chair which is designed to let things out, this specialty
apparatus is designed to facilitate putting things in as well.

The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at approximately the
same height as a barber's chair and had controls that allowed it to be
raised or lowered to any height.  The entire chair could also be
tilted, allowing its occupant to be seated upright or leaned back into
a recumbent position.  The real distinguishing feature of the
apparatus was the seat itself.  The seat bottom was split into two
sections such that the occupant's thighs are cradled and supported
while leaving her buttocks free and accessible.  Attached to the seat
were two leg extensions which ended in stainless steel stirrups.   The
lower extremity extensions were articulated such that they could be
adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and down.  On
the sides of the chair were arm rests which, like the leg extensions,
were also adjustable.  Additionally, like the leg rests, they were
equipped with nylon restraint straps which fastened with velcro
closures.  Just above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band
was attached to a head rest at neck level.  Once seated in the
"Cooperation Seat", and restrained at the throat, arms and legs, a
Guest is completely immobilized.

In this remarkable seat, Marina Nesbit sat fuming.  In spite of the
fact that she was securely bound, hand and foot, the resolute young
girl still fought her bonds.  Turning her head as far as the neck
restraint strap would allow, Marina spat at the Handler named Gary
who'd been charged with maintaining anal presence for her while Alex
busied himself with preparations at the lab bench against the far
wall.

Following her examination, Marina would more than likely be given to
Gary for training, but that decision was up to Alex and those higher
up in the organization.  Gary easily dodged the spittle which the girl
launched at him and continued to slowly move his impaling finger in
and out of her tight little bottom.  He gave the irate teenager a
patronizing smile.

Just then they both heard a muffled cry which came from somewhere else
in the complex.  Marina wondered briefly who the poor girl was who
also was being tortured by these insane monsters, but was quickly
brought back to the present when the horrible man named Alex suddenly
appeared beside her.

"Is she still insisting on challenging the inevitable?" Alex asked his
coworker while he stared hard at Marina.  The head strong teenager
glared at back at him defiantly.

"She still wants to play `tough girl'," Gary replied with a lilting
chuckle.  "I suppose some are just slow learners.  Her sister appeared
to be a lot more cooperative, didn't she," he added casually.

"Yes, well," Alex paused thoughtfully.  "We need to get started," he
then said purposefully.  Moving so that he could be assured of having
the girl's undivided attention, he began.  "Miss Nesbit what we need
to accomplish here in as brief a time as we can manage is a routine
medical examination.  Your willing participation will no doubt speed
up the process considerably, however, I want to make one thing
abundantly clear to you before we proceed."  He paused for dramatic
effect.  "Your cooperation is not optional, Miss Nesbit."  He stared
at her with his piercing grey eyes.  He had to give the girl credit.
She did have courage.  Not once did she look away or shrink from his
ominous insinuations while he lectured her.  "We expect obedience from
our Guests, and obedience we shall have."  Again he waited.  Marina
said nothing.  

"I want you to answer a few questions for me," Alex said after an
uncomfortable period of silence.  The first was innocent enough and
would hopefully put the willful teenager more at ease.  "Are you
experiencing any health problems, Miss Nesbit?" Alex asked.  "Or are
you under a doctor's care at the present time?"

Marina sat staring at her tormentor.  She hadn't expected such an
innocuous question.  After several seconds, she exhaled a long breath
then shook her head, indicating that she did not and was not.  

Alex paid very close attention to Marina's body language during this
interview portion of the examination.  The girl's shoulders had
drooped noticeably following his first question.  "Are you currently
taking any prescribed medications?"

"No," Marina replied softly.

"Good," Alex thought to himself.  "She's starting to relax a bit."

"How about allergies, Miss Nesbit?  Are you allergic to any
prescription drugs like penicillin, for example?"

Marina lowered her gaze and shook her head.

"Good.  Your cooperation is appreciated, Miss Nesbit," Alex responded.
"Do you drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes?"

"No way!" Marina answered quite rudely.  "I'm not stupid, you know."

Alex smiled patiently at her outburst.  Soon there would come a time
when such displays of willfulness and disrespect would become the
stuff of another life for Marina, but for now, Alex was willing to let
a few minor transgressions pass unpunished.

"Very well," he said flatly, and made a note on his clipboard.  "How
about recreational drugs then, Miss Nesbit?  Do you use marijuana or
any other controlled substances regularly or even sporadically?"  The
teenage girl's expression of shocked indignation was all the answer
Alex needed.  "I'll take that as a `No'," he said.  Now for the more
personal part of the interview.  "Tell me, Miss Nesbit.  Are you on
any program of birth control at this time?"  

Marina's expression abruptly turned hard.  Several seconds passed
while she sat silently refusing to answer the question.  Alex waited
patiently.  The room was utterly still with the exception of the
occasional sticky sound caused by Gary's finger moving in and out of
Marina's back side.  The sounds were very humiliating to the self
absorbed teenager as she sat naked before her interrogator.  Not to
mention the fact that a total stranger had his finger up her back side
in the first place.

"We are informed by the gentleman who requested that you and your
sister be enrolled with us that you have been sexually active for more
than a year, Miss Nesbit," Alex continued matter-of-factly.  "Are you,
or are you not taking precautions, young lady?" he asked quite
sternly.  

"Who are these people?" Marina's mind cried and not for the last time.
"And who is this `gentleman' who sent her to this awful place?"  The
questions continued to flood her mind until Alex interrupted her
musings.  

"Answer me, Miss Nesbit," he ordered in a tone that left no room for
debate.

Marina struggled with her own self-consciousness.  The question was of
a highly personal nature.  She looked sheepishly into the man's grey
eyes.  Then in an almost inaudible voice Marina said, "He pulls out."

"He what?" Alex asked.  He'd heard the answer but wanted her to repeat
it, since it so obviously made her uncomfortable.  Marina looked away.
"Look at me and answer the question," Alex demanded.

"I said, he pulls out," Marina said at last.  As she did, she raised
her eyes to his.  Her characteristic defiance was back in spades.

Alex said nothing for awhile as he stared at the young girl.  Then in
the most patronizing tone of voice he could muster, he said, "He pulls
out.  You mean coitus interruptus, Miss Nesbit?  That's a rather
unaccommodating way to treat a lover, young lady, not to mention
risky."  Marina glared at him.  She was both embarrassed and angry.
"In any case, Miss Nesbit, you should be capable of satisfying a man
completely, and  given the proper training you will soon be doing just
exactly that on a regular basis."  He patted the stunned girl on her
left knee.  "So tell me, Miss Nesbit, how many lovers have you had to
date, and how often did you entertain them?" he asked casually.
Again, Alex already knew the answer to the question.  It had been
delivered purely for it's shock value.  He was forced to exercise
great self control to keep from bursting out laughing as he watched
the disbelief bloom on the lovely girl's face.  He placed his hand on
her left knee and waited patiently.

Marina was speechless.  For several moments she was only able to
splutter and stammer in short indecipherable bursts.
"That....it....that's none of your damn business!" she was at last
able to get out.  "Who do you think you are?" she added vehemently.
"You kidnap my sister and me.  Tie us up and abuse us.  You people are
monsters... disgusting... despicable monsters!"  

Alex waited calmly while her rebuke raged on.  "She is certainly a
scrapper," he reflected, watching Marina strain at her bonds, her
small fists alternately clenching and opening.  Alex did not
acknowledge Marina's outburst, nor did he offer her any explanations
or justifications.  Instead he continued the interview in a calm,
controlled manner, "Are you in the habit of responding to your lovers'
wishes, Miss Nesbit, or do you routinely withhold sexual favors in
order to get your own way?"  He didn't give Marina time to respond
before noting, "Judging from your previous choice of contraceptive
method, I would have to surmise that you are, what has become the all
too typical, self-serving young woman who uses her sexual prowess to
manipulate and to control.  Isn't that so, Miss Nesbit?"

Marina was so shocked by what Alex was saying to her that she didn't
notice his hand begin to slid slowly down the top of her thigh.
"You've become accustomed to being in `the driver's seat'.  Haven't
you, young lady?" he leaned closer to her, staring deeply into her
clear blue eyes.  "Well, I have news for you, Miss Marina Nesbit," his
voicing becoming more ominous.  "All of that behavior is ended right
now."  To reinforce his statement, Alex removed his hand from Marina's
thigh, then without a word, he pushed his middle finger into her
vagina until his knuckles pressed against the moist flesh of her
womanhood. 

Marina squawked in stunned surprise, and began struggling against her
bonds with renewed vigor.  Never in her life would she have imagined
that she would be treated in such a manner.  "Leave me alone, you
bastards!" she hissed through clenched teeth, but her struggles and
protests were to no avail.  No matter how hard she tried to fight, the
man named Gary, now seated slightly to Marina's right and just behind
her continued to move his finger slowly in and out of her butt.  It
was a thoroughly enraging and utterly demeaning experience for the
head-strong teenager.  And now, to make matters worse, for the second
time that morning a man had his finger inside of her vagina.  Marina
couldn't bear to look at him as he began to search around inside of
her most intimate spaces.

"Look at me, young lady," Alex ordered.  "This is not optional, Miss
Nesbit.  Any time that you are in the hands of one of our staff, you
will always look him or her directly in the eye, unless specifically
instructed to the contrary.  Do I make myself clear?" Alex continued
to push his finger deeply into Marina while he awaited her compliance.
Alex knew the inside of the female reproductive system like the back
of his hand.  So when after a couple of minutes, the stubborn girl
still had not obeyed him, Alex did something with his finger that
caused Marina to yelp in pain. 

Whatever the spot was inside of Marina that Alex knew about, it
certainly got the teenager's undivided attention.  "Quit, you
bastards!" the obstinate girl shouted.    "Owww, oh God!" Marina cried
out when immediately Alex found that special sweet spot once again.  

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said calmly.  

At last, Marina glared at Alex with an icy stare.  "Fuck you!" she
hissed in a most unladylike fashion.  

Alex returned her hostile stare with professional calmness.  Then
after making a mental note regarding Marina's exceptional vaginal
fitness, Alex slowly removed his finger.  Already it glistened with
slippery nectar.  "Very well, Miss Nesbit," he said.  "That certainly
can be arranged.  Perhaps that is exactly what you need to help you to
gain some humility."  Without another word, Alex moved out of Marina's
field of vision and over to a wall intercom unit.  

Marina waited not knowing what might happen next.  She'd nearly become
accustomed to the man's finger moving slowly in and out of her rear
end.  It was like he was a part of her, almost.  Just then, the door
opened and three young Handlers filed into the room.  Marina felt a
renewed sense of embarrassment when the three men, led by Alex moved
to a position directly in front of her where she sat spread open in
the Cooperation Seat.  "What the..." she started to ask, when Alex cut
her off.

"Gentlemen," he began, addressing his coworkers.  "I'd like for you to
meet Miss Marina Nesbit.  Miss Nesbit arrived here this morning.  As
you can see, she is an attractive girl, but she seems to be having a
difficult time adjusting to our way of life."  Marina listened with
growing astonishment while she was discussed like a side of beef.
"Gary has been good enough to provide anal presence for Miss Nesbit,
but I think the best thing for her at this time is to make her the
center of your attentions for a few hours.  Perhaps after that, she
will be more cooperative.  We'll see."  Alex glanced at his
wristwatch.  "I'll be back around two o'clock."  

Having given his instructions, Alex simply walked away without so much
as a glance back in Marina's direction.  Stunned at first, Marina
didn't know what to think.  Then she looked up at the three men.
"What's going on?" she wondered aloud, her apprehension growing
rapidly.

Marina's query wasn't answered verbally.  In fact the first sound to
be heard was her groan of astonishment and dismay as the first man's
penis forced its way into Marina's rarely visited womanhood.  There
had been no warning and certainly no foreplay.  No sooner than the
door closed behind Alex, the first man unzipped his coveralls and
removed his penis from its confines.  Then like all of the staff of
Handlers at TYTC, the man was able to bring himself to a full erection
of considerable size in mere seconds.  

"Hey, w...wait a minute!" Marina was able to gasp as the Handler
stepped forward between her legs.  Then, as though he were performing
a simple, everyday task, the man leveled his penis, pressed its tip
against Marina, and entered her swiftly and smoothly.  

Caught completely by surprise, Marina's body stiffened reflexively as
her mind wrestled numbly with the fact that a total stranger was
having his way with her.  Her eyes grew wide in shocked disbelief as
the sensations of the man's penis pushing aside the convoluted walls
of her nubile vagina assaulted her understanding.

When at last the full impact of the insane reality of her situation
set in upon her, Marina exploded into a tumultuous tirade of curses
and senseless raging shrieks that were, no doubt heard throughout the
Induction Wing of the Center.  Marina's attendants as well as the
other members of the staff who were within ear shot of her hostile
diatribe, naturally paid her no mind.  Such outbursts were to be
expected in the beginning, and as busy as the Center had been lately,
these sorts of protests were heard almost daily.

"You bastards!"  Marina shrieked.  She wrenched and wrestled wildly
with the restraints of the Cooperation Seat.  "Let me go, you son of a
bitch!" she yelled, glaring hotly at the man standing between her
legs.  "Let me g... Ohhhh, gdddd..." Marina groaned through clenched
teeth when the head of the man's penis arrived at her spiritual
center.

Marina had allowed herself to be seduced recently on only two previous
occasions, and both times by the same man, Mr. Graves, her history
teacher.  Mr. Graves was not what one would refer to as a virile man.
On the contrary, he was middle aged, married and rather shy, actually.
But he gave Marina what she wanted.  A good grade, and that feeling of
power she derived from the knowledge that she could dominate an adult
male.  With only the promise of carnal favors, Marina found that she
could bend most men to her will.  She'd taken pity on Graves, however
and delivered.  The first occasion had been just before mid-term exams
The second had been more recently, and Marina still wasn't sure why
she'd allowed their second engagement.  Mostly out of pity, she
supposed.  The poor man was so totally enchanted by her, risking both
his family and his career, that the beautiful teenager had decided to
allow him another "taste of nirvana".  Marina was omnipotent, indeed.
The actual sexual act had been less than satisfying for Marina on both
occasions.  She'd responded to Graves' amorous attentions mechanically
and with a cool aloofness.  And as she'd admitted to Alex, when Marina
had sensed her history teacher's growing state of arousal, she'd
pushed him off of her.  Then she'd further emasculated the older man
by making him apologize to her for "messing up her dress" with his
ejaculate.

When she is taken against her will, Rage is the first emotion
experienced by a female once she is over the shock of the initial
penetration .  For Marina the tables had turned.  The framework and
rules of her sexuality had drastically changed, and she was livid.  In
fact, she was so enraged that she barely noticed when her new
companion began to make love to her.  Conducting himself like a true
professional, the young man, started with a slow and purposeful
succession of thrusts, not intended to cause discomfort, but rather to
allow his young subject to respond to him of her own free will.  A
compliant response at this early stage of her conditioning, was of
course, unlikely, and true to form, Marina would have none of it.
When at last she realized what was happening, the irate teenager
redoubled her efforts to escape.  Shutting her eyes tightly, Marina
struggled mightily against the velcro restraints of the Cooperation
Seat, but due to the remarkable design of the piece of specialty
furniture, she was unable to move more than a few centimeters in any
given direction.  Certainly not far enough to escape her lover's
amorous attentions.  As mentioned earlier, the man was quite well
endowed, and easily maintained a steady cadence, moving in and out of
the young girl with alacrity. 

With the exception of Marina's spirited protests, the atmosphere in
the room was quiet and businesslike.  The young Handler who currently
attended to Marina said nothing at all while he went about fulfilling
his assignment.  The two other men who'd been ushered in by Alex prior
to his exit took up a position to one side of Marina's seat in order
to monitor her progress.  Gary, of course, sat just behind and to the
right where he diligently maintained what the Center refers to as CAP
or Continuous Anal Presence for Marina.  More on the CAP Program
later.  All four men, in any case, remained markedly silent.  

For Marina, the quiet and purposeful manner in which her rape
proceeded was not only infuriating, it was very disconcerting as well.
It was, of course, all a part of a well planned operation, one that
had been employed successfully for years.  The silence was instantly
broken, however, when Marina shut her eyes as a result of her
struggles.

"Open your eyes," Marina heard one of the men say.  It was the man who
was raping her, she realized, when out of curiosity, she obeyed.  No
sooner had she opened her eyes, than the horrible man, whom Marina
would later come to know as Michael, said sternly, "Open your eyes and
look at me, Miss Nesbit."  His steady cadence never faltered.  

Marina glared at him icily.  She was becoming more aware of his
presence.  "Fuck you!" she hissed!  She shut her eyes and turned her
head to the side.  The padded neck strap allowed her that much
movement.  

The men exchanged knowing glances, and Michael smiled.  They had all
noticed that Marina's last expletive had been delivered with ever so
slightly less conviction.  One of the two observers moved to a
position directly behind the Cooperation Seat.  Taking the young
girl's head between his big hands, the man turned Marina's face back
to that of her lover.  "Look at me, Miss Nesbit.  Look at me while I
make love to you," the man named Michael ordered.  

Although she was unable to resist the second man's efforts to hold her
head, forcing her to face her defiler, Marina refused to open her
eyes.  "Fuck you, you bastards!" she swore through clenched teeth.
Her eyes remained tightly shut.

Gary, like all of the trained staff at TYTC, also had a more than
adequate working knowledge of the female anatomy which Marina soon
found out.  After hooking his invasive digit inside of her rear end,
he'd scratched his fingernail over a well known area of tender anal
flesh.  The resulting flash of pain was startling in its intensity.
So startling in fact, that the man's action instantly resulted in
Marina's blue eyes shooting open wide and staring with astonishment.
Her mouth opened as well, and out of it issued a surprised guttural
grunt followed by a string of profanities most unbecoming a young
lady.  

All the while, the man named Michael continued to deliver his slow and
deliberate strokes to the obstinate teen.  Each thrust ended with the
tip of his penis pressing firmly against the girl's cervix.  Without
ramming Marina, the Handler steadily filled her to capacity again and
again.  With each exodus, Michael stopped just as the head of his
manhood began to pull at the inside of her gates.  Then the process
was repeated with a fluidity of motion that was so entirely unassuming
that the angry young female was slowly becoming aroused without even
realizing it.

"That's much better, Miss Nesbit," Michael said condescendingly when
at last her most recent tirade ended.  "You must always look at your
lover whenever you are touched."  Marina lowered her gaze.

Humiliation and extreme Self-consciousness are the second symptoms
resulting from a non-consensual engagement.  Self-doubt follows
quickly.  

"How did I let myself get into this horrible mess?" Marina brooded.
"How can I let them do this to me?"  Marina groaned softly, her
thoughts drawn inexorably toward the mass of flesh that moved in and
out of her abdomen.  She was becoming disoriented and confused. 

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the horrible man between her legs repeated
calmly.  

Anger flooded back into Marina's mind.  "The audacity of the man," her
thoughts cried.  Out loud, the teenager hissed, "You'll all pay for
this, you fucking animals!"  She cast her gaze from one dispassionate
male face to the next.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Michael ordered.  "You shall not speak unless
told to speak.  Now look at me, Miss Nesbit.  Look at me while I make
love to you."

Unlike her previous love interest, Mr. Graves, who on both occasions
that they'd coupled, gave obvious signs of his impending climax, the
young man who currently engaged Marina gave her no warning
what-so-ever.  To her horror, Marina discovered much too late that she
was staring directly into the man's dark eyes, an expression of dumb
wonder on her flushed face as an unusual sensation of creeping
internal heat gradually began to spread through her pelvic region.
"Uhh!" Marina gasped softly, her blue eyes growing wider suddenly as
she peered within in response to his first significant spurt.  She
tried to look away, but found she could not.  Her eyes helplessly
locked to his, Marina found it very upsetting that a sense of shame
was creeping into her psyche.  It was so very subtle at this point
that the mild chagrin registered only in Marina's subconsciousness.
Michael gave her a curious sort of smile.  He, of course, recognized
the teenager's growing subliminal self-loathing, knowing that it was
the direct result of her inherent awareness that her body was
responding to his attentions despite the perceived unfortunate
circumstances.  When his second offering hit the very back of her
vaginal passage, touching Marina deeper than she would have imagined
possible, the head strong teenager started to suspect that something
was amiss.

"Huuhh," Marina huffed when Michael pushed himself deeper.   A third
issuance of liquid fire touched her deeply.  Marina heard a wet,
squishing sound just before she felt the first of her lover's seminal
deposit squeeze from around his deeply seated male engine and trickle
downward between her buttocks.  The cool room air felt chilled against
its trail of dampness.  "No, you... you... didn't.. didn't?" she half
whispered, half whined.  At that moment the realization dawned upon
Marina that she'd been inseminated for the first time in her life, and
by a complete stranger.  An all encompassing sense of powerlessness
washed over her as in her mind's eye, Marina watched the tiny
emissaries of her lover darting to and fro over and through the fluffy
convolutions of her interior.  Eventually a division of beautiful
swimmers found and breached the tightly sealed entrance to Marina's
inner sanctum.  Everything about her that was female knew that she'd
been impregnated by the man.  More on the psychological effectiveness
of non-consensual encounters later.

As the young girl lay contemplating the ruination of her life, the man
pulled out of her unceremoniously.  The resulting wet "splop" was
deeply disturbing to Marina, and unconsciously, she found herself
resenting him for treating her so casually afterward.  

"After all, they'd... they'd... they'd what?" Marina asked herself.
"Made love?"  It dawned on Marina quite suddenly just exactly what
she'd allowed herself to think.  She was in the process of
reprimanding herself for such thoughts and therefore wasn't paying
attention to her surroundings.  Abruptly, however, Marina was
transported back from her mental detachment when a second stiff penis
slid into her.  Opening her eyes at last, the teenager discovered that
one of the other two men was in the process of fucking her.  That's
right.  This one was fucking her, not making love.  He was much
rougher than the other guy.  Fortunately for Marina, however, she was
thoroughly lubricated from the residual semen of her first lover, and
the room resounded with the sloppy suction sounds of his efforts with
the unhappy teenager.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the man ordered when Marina closed her eyes
in an attempt to escape her humiliation.  He rammed himself deeply
into the young girl.  

"Ow!  Fuck!" Marina howled her anger returning quickly.

Unexpectedly from her right, Gary spoke up.  "Silence, Miss Nesbit!"
He leaned around so that Marina could see him if she turned her head
within the limits of the throat restraint.  "You know, Miss Nesbit,"
he began.  As he did, Marina became acutely aware of the fact that the
man still had his finger buried in her back side.  In fact, he'd been
there the whole time.  Even while her second man of the morning fucked
her with ever increasing enthusiasm, Marina felt Gary's finger.  It
was always there, no matter what, and it always would be.  "You know,
Miss Nesbit, you seem to like to curse quite a bit.  More than is
becoming for a girl of your tender age, I might add."  

Even though she was being well fucked by another man, Marina turned
and stared at Gary with a look of disbelief.  "He's lecturing me!" her
mind cried in bewilderment.  

"I think we should teach you the manner in which we believe a young
lady should use her mouth."

Marina didn't like the sound of that at all, and her expression said
so.  

Chuckling at her obvious distress, Gary asked, "Have you ever had a
man's penis in your mouth, Miss Nesbit?" as if he were asking her if
she'd ever eaten a cheeseburger.  

Marina was so shocked by the question that she momentarily forgot
about the fact that she was being raped by another man at that very
moment.  The very thought of what he suggested was utterly repugnant
to Marina.  In fact, Mr. Grant had once asked her the same thing.
She'd been so angry she told him she never wanted to see him again.
For two weeks, Marina totally ignored her history teacher until the
poor man was beside himself with remorse.  Marina swore that there was
no way she would ever let a man do that to her, and the fact that a
total stranger would ask her such a thing totally incensed her.
Unfortunately, Marina failed to think before answering.

"No fucking way!" she answered, sealing her immediate fate.

Gary appeared to ignore her unseemly outburst then asked, "And what
would you do, Miss Nesbit, were I to order you to let one of these
fine gentlemen place his penis into your mouth?"

With a cold hostility, Marina answered without a moment's hesitation.
"I'd bight it off.  If any one of you bastards thinks he wants to give
it a try, go ahead," she went on with her characteristic arrogance.
"It'll serve you right, that's for sure!"  Marina's lover had paused
temporarily, allowing the haughty teen her "day in the sun".  He knew
what was about to happen.

Gary returned Marina's determined stare with an expression of
calmness.  Slowly his finger moved in and out.. in and out.. in and
out.  After a moment he glanced in the third man's direction.  "Get
it," he ordered.  While Marina's lover went back to work, the third
man, the one who'd said nothing all morning, stepped out of her field
of view.  When he returned a minute later, he held a metal contraption
that looked like an orthodontic device, a retainer of some sort.
"Slow down for a minute, Kurt," Gary said to his coworker, "`til we
get her wired up."  Ignoring Marina's concerned look, Gary said to the
third man, "Go ahead, Ned.  You do the honors this time.  I'm sure
Michael won't mind holding her for you."

"Wha.....?" Marina squawked in alarm when the man who'd just recently
had his way with her stepped behind her chair and grabbed her head
between his two powerful hands.  

Before Marina could think to resist, Michael wrenched her head around
so that she now looked straight up at the ceiling.  Leaning over her
from behind, Michael said in a commanding tone of voice, "Open your
mouth, Miss Nesbit."

Fear gripped Marina as she stared up into Michael's cool green eyes,
but she was determined not to cooperate.  Just then her lover rammed
her good and hard.  

"Ahhhhuugghh," Marina gasped, opening her mouth wide.  When she did,
Michael took advantage of the situation.  Using his thumbs, he pushed
Marina's cheeks inward between her jaws, temporarily preventing her
from closing her mouth.  That's when the silent man by the name of Ned
stepped forward holding the sinister looking apparatus.  

"Mo.. Uh-uh.." Marina croaked, trying to shake her head free.  Fright
filled her eyes as Ned moved the appliance made of shining steel wire
and wing nuts toward her mouth.  "Awwwkkkk," the distressed squawked
helplessly as the two men manhandled her.  The one called Ned deftly
spread her lips back while he positioned the thin steel plates between
her teeth.  Then with Michael's help, the retaining strap was placed
around the back of her neck.  All that remained was for Ned to adjust
the big wing nut which lay close to Marina's left cheek.  Slowly and
inexorably the two wire halves of the jaw spreader separated opening
Marina's mouth wider and wider.  When at last they saw her wince in
pain, Ned stopped.  Then turning the adjusting screw the other way a
bit, he allowed the girl's jaws to close slightly until he saw in her
eyes that the pain had subsided.  Marina gazed up at the men with
terror in her eyes as she lay there bound to the Cooperation Seat
while one man continued to have his way with her.  Now her mouth was
wired open by a horrible device leaving Marina feeling even more
vulnerable.

"I don't think you'll be bighting anyone now, my dear," Gary said as
he pulled her face toward him with his free hand.  "Hold her Michael,"
he said to his partner who still stood behind Marina's love seat.
Obligingly the other Handler placed his palm against Marina's left
cheek, effectively preventing her from turning away from Gary.  "You
have such a pretty mouth, Miss Nesbit.  Too bad you choose to fill it
with such nasty words so often."  Without warning Gary reached into
Marina's mouth with his index finger.  "Such pretty white teeth," he
murmured as he moved his invading finger over the backs of her teeth
and gums then up to the roof of her mouth.  

Marina made a hideous squawking sound and struggled to free her head
from under Michael's hand.  

"And such a sweet pink tongue," Gary said, ignoring her distress.
Finding her supple tongue with the tip of his finger he followed its
attempts to escape.  With all of her might, Marina tried to bight down
on him, to defeat the horrible appliance in her mouth, but to no
avail.  Marina had never felt so dehumanized.  At the other end of her
body, a stranger's penis moved more quickly now, and almost unnoticed,
Gary's ever present finger explored her posterior passage.  As Kurt's
amorous thrusts increased in both vigor and rapidity so did the wet
sounds of love which emanated from between Marina's thighs.  

"Sounds like she's pretty wet still, Kurt," Gary remarked good
naturedly.  Kurt nodded.  "Cause she's getting a little dry, back
here."  He pushed his finger deeply into Marina, causing her to groan.
"I know," Gary said, pretending like he'd just had a fresh idea.
"Maybe our young lady will help me."  Smiling wickedly into Marina's
terrified face, he asked, "You'll help me get you wet back there,
won't you, my dear?"  Marina blinked in surprise when for the first
time in over and hour she suddenly found herself with nothing in her
anal passage.  She was so surprised in fact that she failed to realize
what was about to happen to her until the pungent smell of feces
assaulted her senses.  The next thing Marina knew the man named Gary
pushed his foul smelling middle finger into her mouth and started to
feel about her cheeks and under her tongue.  Marina gagged horribly
when she recognized the bitter taste of her own feces.  

"Cawwwkk," Marina croaked when after a minute, Gary removed his
moistened finger from her mouth and returned it to her nether passage.
After moving it in and out several times, Gary pulled his finger out
of Marina's ass and popped it back into her mouth.  In this manner,
after several repetitions, Gary was able to transfer enough saliva
from Marina's mouth to her anal passage to act as a lubricant.

During this entire ordeal, the second man continued to fuck Marina
with marked enthusiasm.  Gary knew from working with Kurt in the past
that he was preparing to make a deposit.  Satisfied that Marina was
suitably well lubricated, Gary pushed his middle finger deeply into
her anal passage, and waited patiently.  He was most gratified to feel
two things.  The first was the fact that the young girl's anal muscles
which mirrored her vaginal contractions appeared to be working
overtime, and secondly, Gary felt her hips tugging at her bonds in
time to her lover's thrusts.  Marina Nesbit was beginning to make the
transition from victim to participant.  Her body was fucking back.  

Then with an unexpected chuckle, Gary looked up at Ned and Michael.
"Jeeze...I almost forgot, gentlemen.  I'm finished with her mouth.
She's all yours," he said cheerfully.  

Marina Nesbit, age fourteen, swallowed her first penis at the exact
moment that Kurt, her second lover of the day, gave up his first
offering of semen to her.  It was most certainly a momentous occasion
for the youngster, and one that she would surely never forget.

Marina had seen pictures of women on their knees with their noses
buried in the tufts of pubic hair of their male partners.  She knew
what they were doing, and always considered the act to appear
supremely demeaning.  No picture could have prepared Marina, however
for the sensation of having a man's penis introduced into her mouth
between her lips and teeth held open wide, buy a malicious jaw
spreading apparatus.  The back of the Cooperation Seat was lowered,
reclining Marina further still, and bringing her head to the proper
height.  Then Ned held her face turned to the side while Michael
pushed the head of his penis into her open mouth.  Marina's eyes
opened widely in shock as she felt for the first time, the smooth head
of a penis press against the back of her throat.  At the same time, of
course, Kurt unleashed his torrent, adding another dimension to her
experience.  A brief gurgling sound was all that was heard from Marina
as the now familiar feeling of heated ejaculate spread throughout her
belly.  The reason for the brevity her verbal response to her lovers
attentions was the fact that at the same time, the head of Michael's
penis "rounded the corner".  Marina's entire body trembled quite
violently, and her small hands clenched into two tight fists beneath
the velcro restraints, when after placing one hand on her forehead and
the other behind her neck, Michael drew Marina forward onto himself.
Just like in the magazine photographs, Marina's nose nestled into his
warm pubic curls. 

Marina barely noticed the switch when Kurt pulled out of her and Ned
took over.  However, now that she had a fresh lover on either end, the
intensity of Marina's romantic experience increased.  The two men
worked well together.  Had the threesome been viewed from above, at
one point it would have appeared that Marina had one continuous male
shaft passing through her body as her two lovers alternated thrusts.  

Michael and Kurt naturally monitored each other's progress, so when
the time was right, the men made a joint offering.  This represented
another first for Marina when Michael unloaded down her throat.
Simultaneously, Ned seeded the young teenager, her third insemination
of the day.  The four professional Handlers would, if nothing else
cause Marina to think of herself as a semen receptacle, and that was
progress.

We close this chapter with Kurt, stepping up to the plate for a second
go at Marina.  Stay tuned for the next installment, and we'll look in
on Melanie Nesbit.  We suspect that the shy and subdued young lady
will have an easier time of it that her head strong sister.

Continued in TYTC 3.2

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