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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.
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Prelude
Examples of the degree of professionalism and extent of training
demonstrated by the individuals who make up the Corps of Handlers of
The Youth Training Center are numerous indeed. This chapter of the
TYTC story chronicles the exhaustive training regimens and extensive
education that each Handler Candidate receives before he is authorized
to attend to our Guests.
The Candidates - Part 5.1
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.
The following ad appeared at few discrete web sites around the
country:
Applications from discerning gentleman of all ages are being accepted
for long term teaching positions in a highly specialized, rapid growth
field. Interested parties may contact The Youth Training Center at
TYTC@tytc.org. Anonymity assured through secure proxy server.
From the four hundred or so resumes received over the course of the
ten days that the ad ran, seventeen applicants were selected for
consideration. From this group, perhaps a dozen would eventually join
the elite ranks of the Corps of Handlers of The Youth Training Center,
Inc..
"Good morning, gentlemen," a big man dressed in white coveralls said,
addressing the group of men from a raised dias at the front of the
room. "If I may have your attention, we'll try to get started with
our orientation." The room instantly went from a cacophony of voices
to a hushed silence. "On behalf of The Youth Training Center, I want
to take this opportunity to welcome you and to congratulate you on
being chosen to participate in this year's Handler Candidate Program.
My name is Alex." He paused and looked from one face to the next,
making eye contact with each and every man in the room. "The
Headmaster of our organization sends his warmest regards. Each of you
met Mr. North at your personal interview, and he asked that I extend
to you his sincere vote of confidence. If it weren't for him, none of
us would be here. It is he who makes it possible for each of you to
embark upon this fascinating and challenging new life," the man in
white spoke earnestly. He paused again for effect. "As you probably
know," he continued, "You men were drawn from a much larger group of
applicants, over four hundred, to be exact." Whispers erupted from
the audience. Clearing his throat, Alex went on, "You were chosen for
many reasons. Not the least being your coolness of character. During
the interview process, each of you demonstrated a high degree of
emotional control and aloofness. It is this trait more than any
other, that we look for in a Handler Candidate." Alex fell silent for
a moment. More whispers from the young men seated before him. "Not
all of you here will wear the white coveralls, unfortunately," he
said, instantly gaining the full attention of every man in the room.
"During the next few months, you will be introduced to concepts and
experiences that some of you will find abhorrent." Murmurs arose from
the young candidates. Holding up his hand, Alex continued, "I realize
that at this moment, each one of you believes that he will be
selected. It is this sort of zeal that we expect. However, in the
fifteen years that we've been training young men like yourselves to
become the instruments of our new world order, we have seen many fail.
That which you will see and learn here requires a man to cultivate a
special kind of dedication, and an unshakeable belief in the
fundamental doctrines of this organization. I hope, as does every
member of our staff, that all of you will succeed, but I would be
negligent in my commitment to this candidate program were I not to
mention the possibility of inadequacy."
Alex's trained eye instantly picked out those individuals who's eyes
flared at his choice of words. "Excellent," he thought to himself.
"We have an impressive group of young men here."
"So," Alex said with a warm smile. "That having been said, I expect
you all to give nothing less than your very best. From this moment
on, you will be graded upon your efficiency and thoroughness. I am
confident that you will all do well."
The man in white turned and stepped down from the raised platform
which silently lowered into an unseen recess in the floor. As he
walked to the side of the room, all eyes followed him. Alex stepped
behind a polished wood lectern and the room lights dimmed. A wall
sized monitor slowly lowered from the ceiling as the Chief Handler of
The Youth Training Center began to speak.
"During the interview process you were each given a brief overview of
the purpose and operation of The Youth Training Center." A floor plan
of the complex appeared on the monitor. "Built nearly twenty years
ago, the entire facility lies deep underground," Alex explained.
"There is but one entry portal which is securely guarded twenty-four
hours a day." A flashing "X" marked the location of the entryway of
which Alex spoke. Contained within its walls lies a completely
self-sufficient community, capable of providing for the needs of both
our Guests and our staff. In addition to administrative space such as
the conference room in which you are seated," Alex lectured. As he
spoke an area on the layout plan glowed red, indicating their current
location. "We house several extremely well equipped laboratories, a
complete medical facility, including examination and treatment rooms."
Areas on the computerized floor plan glowed briefly then winked out as
Alex's dissertation moved from one section to the next. "We employ a
medical staff that rivals many small hospitals," Alex added proudly.
"We maintain a gymnasium equipped with the most sophisticated exercise
apparatus that money can buy, including some highly specialized
machinery of our own design and construction. Our research and
development department sees to it that our staff is equipped with the
kind of cutting edge technology they require to carry out their duties
and responsibilities to our Guests on a daily basis," he explained.
"There are additional areas reserved for the entertainment of both our
Guests and staff members. Ample living arrangements are of course
provided for Guests and staff alike in the form of dormitories and
private quarters. Unique Engagement Chambers have been set up for
more specialized activities along with class rooms, training rooms and
a very complete library. In short, gentlemen," Alex contended, "The
Youth Training Center will provide you with everything that you could
possibly require in order for you to perform your assignments and
accomplish our mission. Gentlemen, welcome to your new home," Alex
declared grandly. Then he delayed for several minutes while the room
lights came up and the young men in his audience chatted quietly and
excitedly amongst themselves.
A small, hidden spotlight winked on, brilliantly illuminating the
Chief Handler where he stood beside the lectern. His clean, white
coveralls fairly gleamed, capturing the eye of every man in the room.
"Let's continue, shall we," Alex said calmly. "We have a lot of
ground to cover this morning." The background chatter faded quickly.
"I mentioned accomplishing a mission," he began, speaking in a clear
and businesslike tone of voice. "That is precisely how we view our
operation here at TYTC. We have a mission, and I believe that mission
is best described in the Credo and Mission Statement of The Youth
Training Center." Lifting a piece of paper from the lectern, Alex
read the following:
"At TYTC, we believe that today's 'modern woman' has become
misaligned. Everything we see in the media today places the physical
beauty of the female of our species upon an unreachable pedestal.
Males, on the other hand, are frequently portrayed as buffoons, and
are the only social group left that can be ridiculed and still
maintain political correctness. We make it our business to remedy
this embarrassing situation and restore the female to her proper
position in society. Our methods are not cruel. Not a single one of
our Guests has ever been harmed. Our training philosophy is based
upon the premiss that, 'Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a
partner or apparatus, employing the proper techniques, for an adequate
period of time, any female, regardless of the circumstances of her
involvement, will eventually become an active and willing participant
in the association.'"
Alex placed the document onto the top of the lectern. Then after a
thoughtful pause, he continued. "During your training, gentlemen, you
will be introduced to young ladies of all ages and from all walks of
life. Most of these young women are here as a result of our team of
Collectors. Some of you may elect later to specialize in Collection
Technique and go on to train for this vital roll. A Collector's job
is to go out into the general population and procure for us subjects
who either conform to the profile of a female best suited to
conditioning, or young ladies fitting specific requirements of a
Client or Clients. For whatever reason she is appropriated, she will
no doubt arrive here in a state of confusion and fear. More often
than not, she will be highly agitated and often extremely hostile,"
Alex explained to his attentive audience. "It is our mission then, to
help our unhappy new Guest to realize her true purpose, her raison
d'etre, if you will." The Chief Handler paused and sipped water from
a glass he retrieved from behind the lectern. "As I mentioned
earlier," Alex continued. "At TYTC we work with young ladies of all
ages."
Turning, Alex gestured in the direction of the big floor to ceiling
flat screen monitor. "Kindly direct your attention to the display,
gentlemen," he requested. The image of a cute young girl appeared as
Alex continued his narrative.
"This sweet child, gentlemen is named C.J." All eyes turned to the
monitor. "C.J. came to us at ten and a half years of age." Alex took
careful note of the expressions on the various faces at the mention of
the girl's age. "The circumstances of her enrollment at TYTC are not
unusual. She was placed into the hands of our Collection Team by her
step-father who wished to have her prepared by us for his personal
enjoyment," the Chief Handler explained. "Like so many youngsters in
C.J.'s approximate age group, she adapted well to our program. We
have found that young ladies in their formative years are not only
impressionable, they are also very curious. The only real challenge
for a Handler is to overcome the young girl's initial misgivings and
gain her trust. Once she discovers that she will not be harmed, she
becomes not only trusting, but indeed willing and even eager to learn.
You will spend many classroom hours studying the psychology behind the
successful seduction. You will learn how to guide her around the many
pitfalls of parental and social conditioning. Judging from some of
the looks I see out there," Alex said with a wry smile, "some of you
may need to deal with your own social conditioning." Several faces in
the audience flushed red. "I can assure you right now, gentlemen,
that many of our Guests are quite young. If the idea of working with
an adolescent causes you discomfort, I urge you to reconsider the path
you've chosen."
Alex fell silent while he studied the group of Handler Candidates
seated nearby. From what he'd read in their dossiers, most were in
their early to mid-thirties. Two were quite a bit younger, while four
men in the group who were forty years of age and older. During Alex's
tenure at the Center, he'd trained candidates of all ages. In his
experience, he found that the younger men tended to be more ambitious
and dominating, two distinctly valuable traits in a Handler. However,
the more venerable gentlemen were, as a rule, more patient and
thorough. Some problematic Guests require the degree of tolerance and
perseverance that only a more mature man can provide. Oddly enough,
it is the younger candidates who seem to have the most difficulty
dealing with under age females. As if to confirm his past
observations, Alex watched the two youngest Handler Candidates squirm
in their seats as the group studied the image of the pretty ten year
old on the monitor. Alex made a mental note.
"C.J. stayed with us for a little over six weeks," Alex went on to
explain to the class. "By the time her step-father returned to take
her home, Miss C.J. Manson had received a very thorough education in
the ways of love. In fact, we have learned through sources that she
and her step-father today enjoy a vibrant and meaningful relationship,
and all thanks to our remarkable program, a program which each of you
will soon come to embrace."
Alex smiled magnanimously. Then as if in answer to an unspoken
question, he added, "Many of you, I'm sure, wish to know whether or
not young Miss C.J. experienced vaginal intercourse while in our
care." Alex refrained from chuckling at the raised eyebrows and
expressions of astonishment on many of the faces before him. "The
answer is, of course, 'Yes'." Alex watched his class of candidates
carefully again. He could see that many were showing distinct signs
of discomfort. "At her step-father's request, C.J. was deflowered
during her stay with us. It isn't uncommon actually, for a Client for
whom we are preparing a young lady, to request that we take care of
this little detail. Many are worried that repercussions might occur
from what many believe is a traumatic experience. To a large degree,
they are correct in their assumption. Were they to attempt
intercourse with their `special girl' without the prerequisite
training and preparation, there is very little doubt that a disaster
would most probably be the result. Defloration Technique is a subject
upon which you will spend many, many exhaustive hours of study and
practice. In addition to investigating the complex psychological
aspects of this important regimen, you will put your newly acquired
knowledge of feminine anatomy physiology to very good use. By the
time you don your 'Whites', each and every one of you should be
completely comfortable developing a trusting relationship with an
adolescent young lady, and then seeing that relationship through to
consummation."
Again, Alex saw many expressions of uneasiness and even distaste on
the faces of his freshman class. The age old effects of society's
programming can be rather difficult to overcome for many young men,
impossible for some. Alex was gratified to see that among the
seventeen applicants for this semester of Handler Candidate Training,
three of the men in particular exhibited no visible signs of
apprehension or difficulty in contemplating an amorous relationship
with a minor. In fact, the entire time that Alex spoke, the trio
gazed intently at the image of Miss C.J. Manson. Alex had little
doubt that these three gentlemen would one day wear white.
After a brief respite, during which time many of the young candidates
exchanged furtive glances, the Chief Handler went on with his
orientation lecture. "Although some of you may have some difficulty
adjusting to practices and principles which until now, you've
considered to be taboo, the real challenges arise when dealing with
more mature young ladies. In today's world, the female has acquired
an inordinate amount of power and influence. There are those, as a
matter of fact, who believe that every year we move closer and closer
to becoming a matriarchal society. Through our own lack of foresight,
we males are now perilously close to being dominated by the female of
the species." Alex looked around the room in an attempt to assess the
effects his words had on the class. To his great satisfaction, he saw
many set jaws and hardened expressions. "On this, at least, they all
seem to agree," he concluded. "Our unwitting loss of control over the
female has unfortunately resulted in a loss of respect as well," Alex
continued. "In a surprising number of cases today we encounter
examples of disdain and outright contempt. Expressions such as 'boy
toy' are becoming increasingly more widespread. Whereas the
adolescent female maintains an attitude of deference toward a father
figure in her life, by the time they reach their early teenage years,
an alarming number of young ladies today have become 'misaligned' and
poisoned by society." Alex paused again for effect before continuing.
He had the attention of every man in the room. "Ten years ago when a
young woman in her teenage years came to us, she was, as a rule, only
slightly less, shall we say, malleable than Miss Manson, there." Alex
nodded toward the pretty girl who's picture remained on the flat
screen. "Today's teenage female, however, is a different animal. In
response to a growing demand for young women age seventeen and older,
the Center is admitting an ever increasing number of challenging young
women. In order to deal effectively with these lovely, yet
recalcitrant products of our society, the Center has been forced to
develop many new training programs. Our research and development team
has been sorely pressed at times to design and construct the equipment
necessary to implement these bold new techniques. As the demand for
our services increases, our staff of qualified Handlers must also grow
proportionately in order to ensure our Clients the very best, most
thoroughly prepared companions." Again he paused. Then with a smile,
Alex continued. "That, gentlemen, is where you come in." The
candidates exchanged excited glances. "We have a new breed of female
on our hands. She's smart. She's resourceful. She's disobedient and
contemptuous. You, gentlemen, represent TYTC's answer to her
challenge. Your training will prepare you, even more so than those
who've gone before you, to understand and deal with today's 'Powerful
Woman'. Courses in advanced psychology will enable you to anticipate
her challenges and attempts to deceive and control. Cutting edge
equipment and sophisticated chemical compounds coupled with
contemporary as well as tried and true training methodology will allow
you to effectively manage her transformation into what we refer to as
'The Fully Functional Female'. We are counting on you, gentlemen,"
Alex declared enthusiastically. "The Youth Training Center is
counting on you to help us to maintain our untarnished record of
success, but more importantly, our society is counting upon you to
return us to a more disciplined and orderly state of existence.
In the back of the room, someone let out an exuberant, "Yeah!" and
instantly the group burst into cheers. Alex let the men enjoy their
new found sense of purpose for several minutes. He watched their
faces, their animated gestures. There was an eagerness about the
group which Alex found exhilarating. When at last, he held up a hand,
asking for quiet, Alex felt as excited as any one of the new recruits.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, may I have your attention once more."
It took several minutes for the group to settle down, but at last Alex
was able to make himself heard. "To conclude this morning's
orientation program, we are fortunate to be able to provide this class
with an example of the type of encounter you will face on a daily
basis."
All eyes turned to the front of the room and the ensuing discord that
exploded there. While they looked on, two men dressed in the white
coveralls of a TYTC Handler entered from a side door. Between them a
blond tempest raged.
"Let me go, you bastards!" the girl shrieked at the top of her lungs.
She fought like a wild cat and cursed like a sailor. "God damn you,
let go of me!" She leaned quickly toward her right and managed to
bite the hand that grasped her right wrist. Even from a distance, the
new recruits could see blood begin to trickle from the back of the
man's hand. Being a true professional, however, the Handler did not
release his grip on the struggling blond's wrist. "You son of a
bitch!" she shouted. "You bastards!" The stormy young lady lashed
out at the legs of the other man with her right foot, connecting just
below his knee, but since she was wearing strap leather sandals, she
probably injured herself more than the sturdy staff member. The fact
that her attacks were being all but ignored by her captors seemed to
enrage the girl even further.
No one in the audience had as yet gotten a glimpse of her face, as she
struggled mightily but ineffectually with the two large men who
restrained her. She was blond. That much was certain. At least the
hair on her head was blond. She appeared to be fairly strong with a
pleasing athletic build. Her shoulders were broad as were her hips.
"Fuck you!" she screamed and continued to wrench and writhe against
the powerful grips of the two TYTC Handlers. Thus far, she seemed
unaware of her audience.
Alex attempted to speak to the class above the din. "Gentlemen, I'd
like for you to meet Miss Avery Marie Palmer. Miss Palmer is
seventeen years old, and until this morning, she was a senior in high
school. She has been in our care for only two hours, so we are still
compiling personal information on her which will be forthcoming," Alex
explained. "As you may have noticed, Miss Palmer is a healthy and
spirited young lady." His last statement got a chuckle out of the
audience. Leaving the podium, Alex moved purposefully toward the
struggling teenager. Then raising his voice, he spoke to her in an
authoritative tone of voice. "Miss Palmer, if we may have a word with
you." Either she didn't hear him, or she chose simply not to answer.
Either way, she continued to kick and curse at the men who restrained
her, ignoring Alex altogether for the moment. "Miss Palmer, if you
would please settle down for a moment, I'd like to introduce you to my
class," Alex said in an even voice. He expressed no excitement, nor
did he raise his voice more than he needed to make himself heard.
Abruptly, as if she'd just now noticed the third man dressed in white
for the first time, Avery shot Alex a startled look. Her gaze quickly
turned hostile, however, and she blurted out, "Who the hell are you?"
Then she added, "Tell these gorillas to let me go, or I'm going to
call the police!" she threatened.
A laugh from the audience got her attention. Turning quickly toward
the origin of the offending student outburst, Alex delivered a silent
warning to all those seated, and not a single man misunderstood his
meaning behind his grey eyed stare. "Further such outbursts would not
be tolerated."
"What the.....?" Avery remarked in puzzlement. Momentarily ceasing
her struggles, she gawked stupidly at the seventeen men seated in two
orderly rows not ten feet away. "Who the hell....? What's going on
here?" she managed to ask just before Alex spoke.
"Miss Palmer, if you'll kindly settle down for a moment, the answers
to all of your questions and more will soon become abundantly clear.
I promise you." Alex smiled confidently at the girl.
The pretty, blond teenager stood in silence for several moments, her
eyes darting from the strange men in the audience to the big man who
stood before her. She was breathing heavily as a result of her
struggles, and the rise and fall of her chest was plainly visible
beneath her cotton dress. The fair skin of her shoulders and neck,
were flushed with color from her exertion. "Who are you people?"
Avery asked with a bit less severity. She tried to twist her thin
wrists free from the two powerful men, but quickly realized that she
was held firmly in their grasps. Abandoning her combative efforts for
the moment, Avery intuitively turned on what is referred to as, "The
Cute Girl" routine. Rightly deducing that Alex was the man in charge,
the blond directed her pretense of meekness and innocence toward him.
"Please tell them to let me go, and I'll..." But she fell silent when
she saw the big man's patronizing smile.
"Yes, Miss Palmer? Tell us what you'll do," Alex said, maintaining an
even tone. Before she could answer, he turned to his group of Handler
Candidates and commented, "Please pay close attention, gentlemen.
This is important. Please note how Miss Palmer has elected to cease
hostilities for the time being. She has instead decided to prey upon
my sense of compassion by pretending to be sweet and innocent." In
the background, the pretty blond stood dumbfounded, listening to the
man in white address the others. "It's a fascinating ploy when you
think about it," Alex continued, ignoring the girl for the moment.
"Just seconds ago, Miss Palmer was biting and kicking and threatening
to kill us all. Now, she expects for us to believe that she is all
sugar and spice and everything nice." Alex saw several smiles from
the ranks of his class. "Now if you or I were to make such a
transparent proposal, we would be instantly rebuffed. The female, on
the other hand, learns from a very early age to utilize her sexuality
in order to influence the male's better judgement. The small voice,
the lilting smile, the puppy dog eyes, all are carefully choreographed
and practiced over the years to hint at paradise yet deliver nothing.
At TYTC, we call this 'The Cute Girl'. You will see it again and
again as you begin to work with our Guests on a one on one basis."
Turning back to face Avery, Alex asked politely, "Now, Miss Palmer,
what is it that you are going to do for us?" He gazed at the young
blond calmly. In fact, he was studying her carefully, monitoring each
tiny change of facial expression, noting how she shifted her weight
from one foot to the other, gauging her reactions and anticipating her
responses.
As expected, the pretty teen was confounded by Alex's seeming ability
to predict her behavior. She'd never dealt with a man like this
before. All the other boys and even older men she'd attempted to
manipulate had eventually conceded to her wishes. Confused and
somewhat flustered, Avery stared at the big man in white for what
seemed like hours before finally finding her voice. When she did,
however, Avery was shocked at her response. It was as though she were
locked on an unalterable course. Her only two choices appeared to be
aggression or "The Cute Girl". Before she even knew what she was
saying, the well rehearsed bargain spilled from her lips. "I... I..."
she stammered lamely. Then after taking a breath, Avery turned on the
charm saying, "I... If you'll just tell them to let me go, I... I
promise I won't tell anybody about this... this place." Avery glanced
nervously around the conference room for the first time.
It was a big room with several rows of seats, bu only the first two
rows were occupied by the silent group of men who sat watching her
closely. Then she looked beseechingly up at the man whom she thought
had to be in charge.
Alex remained silent for a good while. For Avery, his silence was
both disturbing and rather aggravating. The room was silent while she
stood squirming beneath his cool stare. She felt like a little kid
waiting to be reprimanded by a parent. "That's an interesting offer,
Miss Palmer," the man spoke at last. "We'll certainly take it under
advisement, but before we decide, we'd like to know a little bit more
about you." Alex smiled at the curious look she gave him. "And I'm
sure, Miss Palmer, that you would like to know more about where you
are and what the future holds in store for you. Am I right?" he asked
the confused young woman. After a moment, she nodded lamely. "Very
well then," Alex responded with a winning smile. "Perhaps some
introductions are in order. The gentlemen on either side of you are
Luther and Dennis. They are here for your protection as well as
ours," he explained.
Avery looked to her left and then to her right. The two men were
dressed in the identical clothing as the man who addressed her. She
tried again to pull her hands free from their grasps, but to no avail.
Looking up at the man in charge, Avery started to ask why they were
holding her. "But wh....?" was all she managed to get out before Alex
cut her off.
"Please remain silent, Miss Palmer," Alex said sternly. It was the
first time he'd used a command tone with the girl, and he was
instantly rewarded with an irritated look. She did, however, do as
she was told. A good sign for one so early in training. "The
gentlemen seated before you are here to learn," Alex explained as he
gestured in the direction of the group of attentive men. Each of them
hopes one day to stand where I stand, addressing a new class of
Handler Candidates."
Avery glanced up at Alex and then stared in the direction of the
seated men. She had no idea what was going on. This was, of course,
by design. Alex had no intention of letting the unstable young woman
know her true fate until he was ready.
"Some of these young men, you may get to know quite well," Alex hinted
ominously.
Just then another white clad man entered the room from the left,
carrying a manila file folder. Without a word, he handed the file to
Alex, turned and left the way he'd come in. Alex opened the folder
and leafed through a few pages before closing it, turning and placing
it atop the podium. Then to his class he announced, "Well, gentlemen,
it appears that we have some further information on Miss Avery Marie
Palmer. She has indeed just turned seventeen. Her birthday was last
month as a matter of fact." He smiled at the girl. "Miss Palmer is
five feet, seven inches tall and weighs one hundred, twenty-two
pounds." Continuing, Alex offered the following personal information
to the group while Avery listened from behind him in growing horror,
"Miss Palmer is in excellent health and is quite fit. According to
her records, she was a member of her school running club. As a
sidebar, Miss Palmer was also an honor student," Alex added.
Avery was becoming increasingly apprehensive particularly due the
man's repeated use of the past tense when describing her school life.
Then the first bomb dropped.
"As I mentioned a moment ago, Miss Palmer maintains herself in good
physical condition through regular exercise. She has what we consider
to be a good utilitarian body with strong shoulders, and a narrow
waist. Additionally, Miss Palmer's hips appear to be quite broad,
indicative of good pelvic capacity. Her measurements are reported to
be 33-24-37, but we will, of course, confirm this information later."
"What the....?" Avery gasped. "The man was sharing some very personal
stuff with the group of total strangers. How dare he!" she thought to
herself. She was about to voice her displeasure when the man went on
with his embarrassing narrative.
Alex, of course, noticed the girl's attempted outburst, but realizing
it was still early in her training, he decided to allow the infraction
to go unpunished. The fact was, Avery was so new that she hadn't yet
undergone her Induction Interview or Double "I" as it was fondly
referred to. This was, as a rule, the very first item on a new
inductee's agenda. It just so happened, though, that the timing was
perfect in Avery's case for her to be allowed to serve as an example
for a brand new class of Handler Candidates.
"According to our recently acquired records on Miss Palmer, she was
dating a football player and is currently sexually active. Is that
right, Miss Palmer?" Alex turned and stared questioningly at the
shocked teenager.
Avery was stunned, and not for the last time. "Who are these people?"
she wondered apprehensively. "How could they possibly know about...
about..., you know," her perplex thoughts cried. She caught herself
blushing as she gazed into the discerning faces of the group of men
seated before her.
Without waiting for her reply, the ominous man in charge continued.
"Miss Palmer's records show that she receives regular gynecological
checkups, which is good news indeed. I do not see, however, any
indication that she is taking any sort of birth control measures. We
will naturally address this issue at a later date. So, that's about
all we have on you for the time being, Miss Palmer," Alex said,
turning and addressing the stunned teenager in a conversational tone
of voice.
To describe Avery as stunned would be an understatement. Not for the
last time that morning, she was rendered utterly speechless. Although
her jaw worked up and down furiously, no sounds issued forth. Alex
had maneuvered her perfectly, leaving her off balance and vulnerable.
"Why don't I fill you in on what a part of your roll in your new
family will be, Miss Palmer," Alex offered. She gave him a curious
look. Alex turned to the class. "You sir, would you come up here
please," Alex requested pointing to a thin young man who looked to be
in his early thirties. When the man stood and came forward. Avery
eyed him warily.
"May I ask your name, please?" Alex asked as the man approached.
"Jeffery," the young man said confidently. His voice was deep and
resonant.
The two men shook hands, then Alex turned to Avery. "Miss Palmer, I'd
like to introduce Jeffery. Jeffery, this is Miss Avery Marie Palmer."
"Miss Palmer," the thin man said with a curt nod.
"Hello," Avery replied timidly. With an almost imperceptible nod from
Alex, the two men on either side of her each moved one hand to her
upper arm, holding her just above the elbow, while with the other they
maintained a grip on her wrists. "W...what're you going to do?" Avery
asked nervously when the two men pulled her arms away from her body.
Avery, though a strong girl, was completely unable to resist their
combined strength, and soon found herself standing helplessly between
the two Handlers with her arms outstretched.
"Be silent, Miss Palmer," Alex said sharply, issuing a genuine command
to the teenager. Then his voice softened slightly. "I am about to
explain everything you need to know. Just be patient," he said.
Reaching into a special nylon pouch attached to the back of his
coverall, Alex produced a pair of EMT style shears. They were
standard issue for the Handlers of The Youth Training Center. Passing
them over to Jeffery, Alex said casually, "While Jeffery removes your
sun dress, Miss Palmer, I'll tell you a little bit about The Youth
Training Center which will be your home for the next six to eight
months. Avery stared at the man in horrified silence.
Jeffrey studied the sheers briefly, then looked up at the momentarily
paralyzed young lady who was to be the object of his attention. He
hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
Alex remembered the first time he was asked to strip a Guest. At the
time he too had been filled with doubt. Then just as an older, more
experienced Handler had done for him many years ago, Alex smiled
confidently at the younger man and offered these words of
encouragement. "Don't worry about her dress, Jeffery," he said .
"She won't be needing it any more. Use the sheers, start with the
shoulder straps and just peel her like a banana." They heard a soft
chuckle from one of the seated men.
Avery, however, didn't find Alex's statement amusing at all. As the
young man turned toward her, the teenager was able to tap into that
deep well of hostility which she seemed to possess, and from it she
drew the energy and courage to lash out at him. "You wait just a damn
minute, you animal!" Avery snarled with unbridled malevolence. But
when she attempted to set her feet to gain leverage, the two huge men
who held her lifted her by her elbows, preventing her from getting a
purchase on the carpeted floor. "Let go of me you big assholes!"
Avery hissed through clenched teeth as she strained to break free of
their grasp. Her expression, however, belied her rising panic when
Jeffery moved closer. Fortunately for the young Handler Candidate,
Luther and Dennis anticipated the irate teenager's next move and
jerked her backward just as she kicked out at Jeffery, or he might
have been injured. "Fuck you!" Avery screamed at the big man on her
left who had frustrated her attempt. "Let me goooooo," she yelled,
and then began to thrash about with surprising vigor.
Once gain Jeffery appeared perplexed. "If the frontal approach seems
out of the question, then move behind her," Alex coached in a patient
voice. "And never hesitate to ask for help from your fellow
Handlers." He nodded toward Luther and Dennis. "Go ahead now. We
need to move along if we're going to cover everything on the agenda
this morning."
Avery followed the young candidate's moves with wary eyes as he
circled to her left. "You stay away from me, you sick bastard!" she
warned, glaring at Jeffery from over her shoulder. She tried her best
to rotate her torso in hopes of rebuffing his advance from behind, but
each time she twisted one way, Dennis and Luther yanked her around the
other way, very effectively thwarting her efforts.
"Now just calm down, Miss," Jeffery said to her as he moved to within
arm's reach from behind. "We're both kinda new at this, you know.
Nobody's going to hurt you," he attempted to assure the agitated
teenager. Avery screeched something unintelligible when Jeffery
placed his left hand on her shoulder. She writhed with renewed
intensity in the hands of Luther and Dennis, but the two big men
easily contained her. Although the entire affair was unruly and
noisy, everything was under control. Miss Avery Marie Palmer was
going to be disrobed. No one in the room doubted that fact, except
for Miss Palmer, of course.
Avery left home that morning wearing a pretty white cotton dress
adorned with a loose pattern of red hearts. It was one of her
favorites. The summer dress was cut simply with narrow shoulder
straps and a rather low bodice. The uncomplicated design worked well
for Avery and complimented the fullness of her hips as well as the
slimness of her waist. So you can imagine her outrage when the skinny
young man cut through first one shoulder strap then the other with
little to no hesitation. Avery shouted and cursed, but her verbal
assault fell upon deaf ears. She tried to kick at the man behind her,
but her attempts were poorly aimed and ineffective.
Then she abruptly fell silent when the front of her sun dress, free of
its supporting straps, tumbled down to her waist. Avery was not in
the habit of wearing a brassier with that particular dress, and as a
result, every pair of eyes in the room were now riveted on her
breasts.
And they were indeed lovely. Avery wasn't overly well endowed. The
two creamy white examples of female flesh which she presented to the
audience were very nicely shaped cones with slightly upturned tips
topped with puffy pink areolae, which already were becoming taught in
the cool air of the conference room.
Avery gazed at the leering faces before her. She was so staggered in
fact, at being publicly disrobed that she neglected even to resist
when after receiving an encouraging nod from Alex, Jeffery grabbed her
ruined dress and tugged it over her hips, then allowed it to fall into
a heap around her feet.
The panties quickly followed, and before she knew it, Avery Palmer
found herself on display, naked as the day she was born, standing in
front of an audience of very strange and obviously very deranged men.
At first she was stunned, but then as the gravity of her situation
became more apparent, Avery began to grow fearful for her safety.
She had little time to deliberate over the matter, however, because
just then Alex spoke up. "Well done, Jeffery," the Chief Handler
complimented his young trainee. Then turning to the group, he said.
"Jeffery did a fine job considering his lack of experience. It's not
as easy as it looks, is it, Jeffery?" Alex asked the young man.
Jeffery blushed a bit and shook his head. Both men completely ignored
the naked teenager standing just a few feet away. "I'm sure, there's
not a man among you who hasn't fantasized about doing just exactly
what we witnessed here, but fantasies are one thing. Doing is quite
another. It was Jeffery's natural inhibitions that initially caused
him to hesitate," Alex explained. "But," Alex went on as he turned
and gestured in Avery's direction. "With the proper tools, training
and ample opportunities for practice and study, the art of forcibly
disrobing a female will become second nature to all of you.
Alex then gave the men time to converse quietly amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, Avery stood helplessly between the two big Handlers endured
the appraising stares of the trainees. It was thoroughly humiliating.
Once or twice she tested Luther and Dennis' resolve by abruptly trying
to wrest her arms from their grasp, but again to no avail. She cursed
the two Handlers again, then stood scowling at the audience of
demented individuals seated before her.
"OK. If I can have your attention, please, gentlemen," Alex said
after a suitable period of time had passed. "There is one additional
concept that I wish to pass on to the group before we take a break."
The room fell silent. "But first a couple of announcements." Alex
consulted his notes. "I would like everyone to please see me
following this meeting to pick up your afternoon class schedules, and
before we continue, is there anyone here this morning specifically
interested in our Collection Team?" One hand went up in the back row.
"Very good," Alex said acknowledging the candidate. "And your name,
sir?"
"Bruce," the man replied flatly.
"Very well, Bruce. Please see me at the end of the meeting. You just
happened to arrive at a time when our neighbor, The Facility, is
beginning a new class for their Hunter/Gatherer Division. The
Headmaster would like to take advantage of our neighbor's kind offer
to join them for cross training." Bruce nodded his understanding.
"OK, that clears up the announcements, so let's continue," Alex
declared. "How many of you have taken a female against her will?" he
asked the group point blank. When after a couple of minutes, no one
answered, Alex added, "You don't have to worry about your personal
security here, gentlemen. You're among friends." He waited. Slowly
one hand was raised. "Yes, sir," Alex said enthusiastically. "Please
come forward." Then turning to Jeffery, he said, "You may take a
seat, Jeffery, and thanks for your help."
Avery watched uneasily while one man sat and another rose from his
seat and came forward. She didn't like the looks of the second one.
He looked mean.
Alex didn't seem to think so. To him the man looked determined and
purposeful. "So, my good man, may we have your name please?" Alex
asked.
"Andrew," he answered cooly.
"Would you be so kind as to share the details of your experience with
the rest of the candidates, Andrew?" the Chief Handler asked politely.
The man nodded curtly. He was one of the older candidates, and looked
to be in his mid to late forties. "There wasn't much to it, really,"
the older man confessed after a moment's reflection. "I ran into this
little gal at a tavern. Pretty little thing, friendly too. We got to
talking, and one thing led to another." He shrugged, then gazed past
Alex to leer at Avery.
Avery felt his eyes stroke her body. It made her skin crawl.
"Anyway," Andrew continued after tearing his eyes away from the
captive teenager. "When she got up to go use the bathroom, I dosed
her with Rohypnol. Always carry some with me, just in case," Andrew
added with a smile.
"Excellent!" Alex commented. Then turning to the other trainees, he
added, "You will be taught a great deal about the proper use of a
large variety of highly specialized drugs. They can be a very useful
tool." Then to Andrew he said, "Please describe for the group how you
entertained the young lady after the drug took effect?"
"Well, I took her home with me. Then I used some 'downers' to keep
her a little on the groggy side for a few days," Andrew explained.
"We had us a real good time."
Alex nodded approvingly. "Go on," he prompted.
"When I'd had enough of her, I invited a few buddies over, and let
them take turns. I got the whole thing on video tape, figuring I
might be able to use it to coax her into coming over again, if you
know what I mean." He winked at Alex. "I'll tell you one thing,"
Andrew added with a chuckle. "That little lady was walkin' kinda
bow-legged when we finally let her go."
After a thoughtful pause, Alex responded. "It sounds like your
endeavor was a success, Andrew," Alex complimented the man standing
with him at the front of the room. "And, by introducing the video
tape into the formula, you demonstrated both forethought and
resourcefulness. Congratulations! We're glad that you've decided to
join us." Alex turned again to face the group. "One of the most
important aspects of Andrew's story is the simple fact that he carried
on his person the tools he needed to carry out his plans, should an
opportunity arise. In his case, Andrew was armed with Rohypnol, a
powerful sedative drug, and as luck would have it, a suitable subject
appeared. Because Andrew was prepared, he was successful. You should
all take note of this important lesson." Alex looked around the room
at the understanding nods from the group of trainees.
"Now, before we break, I am going to introduce you to the single most
important principal embraced by The Youth Training Center. That
principal, gentlemen involves the C.A.P. technique. C.A.P. stands for
Continuous Anal Presence, and it is a practice with which you will all
become very familiar. C.A.P. will become your most valuable training
aid." He paused briefly. "At TYTC, we believe that the way to a
girl's heart and mind is through her rectum." Behind him, Avery's
expression darkened noticeably. "Each and every one of our young
ladies is fitted with a CAP device like this one." Alex held up a
hard rubber, bullet shaped device for the class to inspect.
"Generally, CAP's are installed on the first day that a young lady
joins our little family. Miss Palmer will be no exception. After
she's thoroughly examined, she too will be fitted for her first CAP
Device." Alex smiled at the distressed look on Avery's face. CAP
devices are particularly efficient because of their specialized shape,
but practically anything will do, including your finger. The idea
behind C.A.P. is that by maintaining a physical presence back there, a
young lady will focus on her true spiritual center. It helps her to
stay in tune with her abdominal passages which is the part of her
anatomy that is most meaningful to her. In addition, at TYTC, we use
Continuous Anal Presence as a disciplinary tool and as a means of
preserving control. Take Miss Palmer here," Alex said, nodding toward
the pretty blond. "What do you think her reaction would be right now
were one of you to attempt to touch her?" Without waiting for a reply
from the group, Alex answered his own question. "I believe we all
know the answer, but let's just see what happens, shall we." Then he
turned to Andrew. "If you wouldn't mind assisting me, Andrew. We'll
demonstrate for the rest of the class just how effective C.A.P. can
be."
Avery's face portrayed her growing concern as the two men turned
toward her. The Handlers who restrained her tightened their grips on
her arms, alerting Avery that something very unpleasant was about to
happen.
Summoning her last reserves of courage and tenacity, Avery postured
before the advancing men. "Don't you even think about it, you fucking
sicko's!" she spat venomously. Alex stepped behind her.
"I want you to hold still, Miss Palmer. Do you understand me?" he
said in a commanding tone of voice as he placed one hand onto her left
shoulder. "We're going to ask Andrew to examine you a bit more
closely, and I expect for you cooperate."
"Fuck you!" Avery shouted, shooting Alex a wrathful look over her
shoulder. She struggled ineffectually in Dennis' and Luther's hands.
Then abruptly her attention was drawn to the man named Andrew.
"You be a good little girl, and hold still for Andrew," the man
muttered. "We just want to get to know you a little better,
sweetheart, that's all," he said as without warning, he reached down
and cupped the resilient triangle of fur covered female flesh between
Avery's shapely thighs.
Her reaction was predictably explosive in nature. The pretty teenager
stood paralyzed with shock and disbelief for only a fraction of a
second before all hell broke loose.
With surprising ferocity, Avery jerked her hips back and away from the
man's groping hand. "Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed.
Then suddenly she launched a kick aimed at Andrew's crotch. If it
hadn't been for the lightning quick reaction time of Luther and
Dennis, Andrew most certainly would have sustained a painful blow.
However, even as the girl's foot swung toward its target, the two big
Handlers yanked her upward and back, causing her blow to strike the
startled man on the right hip, just inches from his groin. Andrew,
caught completely off guard, took a step backward in surprise.
"Try again," Alex suggested. But as Andrew attempted to move in on
the wildly struggling teenager, his efforts to touch her were
repeatedly thwarted in spite of Luther's and Dennis' attempts to
restrain her. She kicked and thrashed, and tried to bite him. She
screeched all manner of obscenities at an intolerable volume. In
short, Miss Avery Marie Palmer was temporarily out of control.
The class of Handler Candidates watched attentively as the young blond
hellion fought with the four men. Then as if by magic, her struggles
abruptly ceased. Standing just a few feet in front of her and just
out of range of her flailing feet, Andrew was the first to witness the
unforeseen change in Avery. He heard a sudden gasping intake of
breath. He watched her nostrils flare. Then after a prolonged blink
of her widely staring blue eyes, Avery pressed her lips together and
uttered a soft grunting sound through her nose.
"Mmphhh!" is what the audience of Handler Candidates heard from their
seats a few feet away.
"Hold still, Miss Palmer, and let Andrew touch you," Alex ordered in
an even tone of voice from over her left shoulder.
The teenager shook her head quickly and continued to struggle in the
hands of Luther and Dennis. "Nnnnnnn..... huhggg!" she grunted
breathlessly.
"I said, Miss Palmer, that I expect for you to allow this man to
handle you. Obey me," Alex commanded in a firmer tone. She thrashed
her hips, once, twice. "Obey me," the Chief Handler repeated.
"Andrew, please proceed," Alex said to the somewhat astonished man.
From their seats the Handler Candidates saw only that the teenager
appeared to have settled down dramatically for some unknown reason.
This time, as Andrew stepped closer, she squirmed only slightly. Her
face was a mask of alarm and shock. Alex stood close behind the girl
and spoke softly over her shoulder. "What had he said to the young
lady to cause her to submit?" every man wondered. They watched the
Chief Handler's left hand slide up the girl's shoulder to the side of
her neck. What none of the trainees, including Andrew, could see was
that Alex's long middle finger was buried to the last knuckle in Miss
Avery Marie Palmer's rectal passage, and the palm of his big right
hand was pressed firmly against her shapely buttocks.
"Nnnnnnn....." Avery whined loudly as the man named Andrew stepped
closer.
"Silence, Miss Palmer," the evil man behind her ordered. Then he
hooked his defiling finger inside of her previously unvisited rear
end, causing her to grunt in a most unladylike fashion from the dull
ache that coursed through her abdomen.
It had happened so suddenly that Avery hadn't realized what Alex's
intentions were until her abdominal integrity was already a thing of
the past. Having performed the very same maneuver countless times
before, Alex had waited for just the right moment. Then with a
fluidity of motion that only comes from experience and practice, the
Chief Handler had dropped his right hand behind her while she'd been
concentrating on doing bodily harm to Andrew. He'd located her anal
opening instantly, and then even without the aid of lubrication,
artificial or otherwise, Alex had entered Avery quickly and
completely.
Andrew moved closer so that his body pressed against Avery,
sandwiching the young woman between himself and Alex. He stared into
the girl's startled eyes as he dropped his hand downward. Avery
flinched when the man placed his palm on her belly with his fingers
pointed downward.
"Hold very still, Miss Palmer," Alex cautioned from behind. He knew
that Andrew was preparing to touch her again.
"That's right, sweetheart," Andrew added as he moved his hand slowly
downward. "You be nice, and we'll be nice."
"It wasn't the most professional thing he could have said," Alex
thought to himself. "But at least he feels comfortable enough to talk
to the girl." Alex felt the teenager's buttocks suddenly press
backward against the palm of his right hand.
"Nnnnnnnn....." she cried more pitifully when Andrew's finger tips
slipped into her tuft of soft curls.
"Hold still, Miss Palmer," Alex commanded her in no uncertain terms,
but the teenager continued to instinctively pull away from Andrew's
hand. With a slight twisting motion and a small push, Alex pressed
his finger tip against a certain spot inside of the blond teenager.
Her reaction was instantaneous.
Avery found she couldn't cry out even though the pain in her tummy
suddenly redoubled. It was as though her throat had suddenly become
paralyzed.
All of the Handler Candidates would one day learn about this most
useful acupressure technique. Not only did it cause a sudden and
consuming ache that could not be ignored in the lower abdomen. It
also induced an abrupt constriction of the larynx which tended to
temporarily restrict the subject's airway. The technique is often
used in just this sort of situation where two Handlers are working in
tandem with a Guest who is reluctant to be touched.
Avery's reaction was predictable. In an effort to escape the source
of her discomfort which was Alex's impaling finger, Avery's hips
reflexively jerked upward and forward. Thus with a series of
croaking, gurgling sounds, Avery thrust herself forward onto Andrew's
waiting hand.
"That's more like it, sweetheart," Andrew murmured, unaware that Alex
continued to tweak the teenager from the inside again and again,
forcing her to rub herself against his hand. In return, Andrew
squeezed Avery's resilient womanhood affectionately. "You like that
don't you, baby," he purred.
Avery's pretty face was a symphony of horror and dismay. No matter
how hard she tried to resist, her hips continued to thrust forward
onto the older man's marauding hand as he casually touched her in a
most invasive manner. It was as though her own body betrayed her.
She wanted to cry out in anger and frustration, but all she could
manage was a series of croaks and grunts. The entire experience was
utterly dehumanizing. Little did she know at the time, but Avery
Palmer was receiving her first lesson in the power of the TYTC
Program. There would be many more.
"Thank you Andrew," she heard the man behind her say after what seemed
like hours of torment. "You may take a seat now, and I'll explain to
the class what they have just seen, or not seen as the case may be."
"See you later, sweetheart," Andrew said with a lewd grin. Just
before he removed his hand from her, the older man slipped his middle
finger between Avery's full labia majora. With a quick flick of his
finger, he found her "special spot". Avery was further demoralized
when she let out a little squeak and her knees practically gave way.
Andrew gave her a knowing smirk before he removing his hand and
returning to his seat. Avery stared dejectedly down at the floor.
"So," Alex began. "Can anyone tell me what happened between Andrew's
initial failed attempt and his later more successful one to change our
feisty young lady's attitude about being handled?" Alex still had his
finger implanted deeply in the young teen's rectal passage as he
addressed the class. When no one responded to his query, Alex looked
in Luther's direction and said, "Luther, perhaps you and Dennis would
be so kind as to help me turn Miss Palmer around so the class can get
a good look at what I'm doing back here."
"You bet, Alex," Luther replied good naturedly, then with Dennis' help
the two big men turned Avery so that she faced away from the audience.
Murmurs could be heard from the trainees.
"As you all can see, Miss Palmer and I have recently become better
acquainted." Alex chuckled at his witticism. "We call this technique
"Providing Presence". Alex withdrew his finger as far as the first
knuckle so the class could get a better idea of exactly what was
involved in the procedure. "The purpose of this technique is
twofold," Alex explained after returning the full length of his middle
finger into Avery's clutching interior. "As I mentioned earlier, Anal
Presence provides a focal point for the subject. You probably noticed
an abrupt shift in our young lady's attentions and concerns just after
Andrew was nearly kicked. Although none of you noticed, it was at
that moment that I introduced anal presence into our combative young
lady here. For the purposes of this exercise, I chose to use my
middle finger, but a CAP device certainly would suffice were one
handy." Alex paused to allow his audience to digest the information
he'd just given them. "The second purpose of this technique," Alex
stated after a moment, "is to maintain control over our Guest."
Hearing this remark, Avery turned her head and glared at the big
Handler over her shoulder. In response to her silent impertinence,
Alex started moving his finger slowly in and out while he talked. The
sensation sent shivers up Avery's spine. She felt decidedly ill.
"Please note my stance, gentlemen. You will use this particular
method quite often, in particular with a new Guest when you're moving
her from one place to another or whenever you need to attain and
maintain control," Alex explained. "The Standard Greeting Discipline
is another good time to utilize this technique, or at least until the
Guest has had plenty of time to learn what is expected of her. So,
gentlemen, what I am demonstrating here is often referred to as the
`Supervisory Position'." Alex moved slightly to one side so the
trainees could get a better view while he described in detail the
Supervisory Position. "One finger, usually your middle, is inserted
fully into the Guest's rectum. Lubricant may be used but is not
required. The other hand is placed on the Guest's shoulder near the
neck. If necessary, the hair may be used for added purchase." Alex
demonstrated by taking a fist full of Avery's thick blond hair and
twisting his wrist.
"Owww! You bastard!" Avery cried out in pain.
"Silence, Miss Richards!" the Chief Handler snapped. As a warning, he
hooked his finger inside of Avery's tender posterior abdominal
passage. The willful teenager groaned once then did as she was told.
"As you can see, this position provides reasonably good control over
the Guest in most situations. If a CAP is installed, you may hold her
by the protruding end of the device. It is designed specifically for
that purpose." Then upon seeing a few questioning expressions on some
of the faces in the audience, he added, "We will cover the CAP Device
in depth at another time, so don't worry," Alex assured the class.
"Are there any questions?" Alex asked the group. There was no
response. "Very well, then. Thank you all for being here today. I'm
sure we will cross paths many times over the next few months." Alex
smiled at the rows of expectant faces. "That's it," he said after a
moment, then he turned to Luther. "If you would take over for me
please, sir."
There was no need for any further instructions. As Alex removed his
finger from the teenager's rear end, Luther stepped behind her. Avery
was empty back there for only a moment before Luther in turn provided
her with a focal point. From that moment onward, during her stay at
The Youth Training Center, there would be very few times when Avery
would not have something inside of her to provide stability and help
her concentrate on those things which are truly important to a girl
her age. Avery was escorted from the conference room with no further
fanfare. The demonstration was over, and it was back to business as
usual.
"I want to see each of you up at the podium for class assignments,"
Alex announced. "Will the Candidate who expressed an interest in
Collection, please see me after we finish handing out schedules," Alex
spoke above the undertone of sliding chairs and excited voices.
The meeting broke up quickly, and the group of seventeen trainees
moved from the conference room out into the TYTC Complex to begin
their new careers.
Continued... SM
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