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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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The Candidates - Part 5.2
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.
Ken and Al had met briefly on the transport van that had brought the
newest class of Handler Candidates to The Youth Training Center. The
two men walked together now down the wide, main corridor on their way
to their first class.
"I can't believe we got the same schedule," Al said enthusiastically.
"That's quite a coincidence. Don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Ken replied as the two men walked. "Did you by
any chance write down the classroom number?"
"Right here," Al answered cheerfully. "Training Room 184. Down the
main corridor, left at the `T', then five doors on the left." He
folded the note paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. "There's
the `T' up ahead."
The heavy door slid back with a hiss when Al punched the required code
into the keypad, and the two men entered Training Room 184.
"Good morning, gentlemen," a man said cordially from where he stood
chatting with a small group of perhaps five others. "Come on in.
Please sign the log up at the podium," he said. Leaving the group, he
approached Ken and Al. He wore the distinctive white coveralls of a
TYTC Handler. "My name is Rob," he said shaking hands with both of
the newly arrived trainees. "I'll be your instructor for this class."
Then turning to the group of young men standing nearby, Rob said, "You
gentlemen take a seat and we'll get started in just a moment."
Ken and Al signed the official attendance log, and found seats next to
each other near the front of the class room. It wasn't an overly
large room. Perhaps twenty by thirty, there were several rows of
chairs with writing arms arranged in rows facing a raised stage-like
area at the front of the room. An undertone of excitement filled the
air as the Handler Candidates took their seats. Looking around, Al
noted many signs and several anatomical diagrams adorning the walls.
One sign in particular was hung quite prominently near the front of
the room. It read as follows:
The Youth Training Center Standards of Conduct
1. Guests shall remain disrobed at all times.
2. Guests shall honor all staff members' requests.
3. Guests shall make themselves available to staff members at all
times.
4. C.A.P. Devices shall remain in place at all times.
5. Guests shall not speak unless instructed to do so.
6. Guests shall maintain eye contact with their partner while being
attended to.
7. Guests shall remain silent while being attended to.
8. Unsupervised fraternization between Guests is strictly forbidden.
These Standards are non-negotiable. Strict adherence to them is
mandatory.
Al felt an indescribable thrill. He would be forever grateful that
he'd happened upon the ad on the Internet that had led him to this
incredible new career opportunity. He also felt an immense sense of
pride in the knowledge that he'd been chosen out of a formidable group
of applicants for the specialized training program that he was now a
part of. Not many men his age would ever dream of the opportunities
for personal fulfilment that were about to be presented to him. Al
squared his shoulders. A new life awaited him, and he was up to the
challenge.
"Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome," the man dressed in white said
from behind the podium standing to one side of the stage area at the
front of the room. "My name is Rob, and I will be your instructor for
this portion of your training. This class is entitled Continuous Anal
Presence - Theory and Practice. I have placed a copy of the class
syllabus on each of your desks." He paused and looked around the
room, noting the remarkable degree of attention on each face. He
expected no less.
"What exactly is Continuous Anal Presence?" the senior Handler asked
his class. "During your careers at The Youth Training Center you will
hear it said many times that, `at TYTC, we believe the way to a girl's
mind and soul is through her abdominal passages; specifically, her
anal passage." Rob saw a few of the trainees scribble notes. He
continued.
"It is a fact that for many reasons, not the least being our own lack
of attention, today's `modern woman' has become what we refer to as
`misaligned'," Rob stated in all seriousness. She has been misguided
by society to the point where she no longer recognizes her true
purpose. She is distracted and disoriented. The value system she's
adopted has forced her out of harmony with nature." Rob paused,
allowing his students to consider his words closely. "Of course, when
confronted with this knowledge, she will deny it vehemently. Having
lost all perspective, today's `Powerful Woman' exhibits a false sense
of `male equivalence'. She is willful and defiant of authority. In
short, she is confused and without purpose. Again, Rob paused,
studying each Handler Candidate closely. To a man they returned his
gaze with expressions of cool resolve. Rob felt proud to be in their
company. These men represented the future. With firm conviction he
said, "As our mission statement describes so well, at TYTC, `we will
make it our business to remedy this embarrassing situation and restore
the female to her proper position in society.'"
Rob retrieved a small remote from behind the lectern as a large flat
screen monitor descended silently from the ceiling. "This device,
gentlemen," Rob said once again addressing his class, "more than any
other, enables us to accomplish that mission."
On the screen, an image appeared.
Excited murmurs erupted from the group of candidates. Rob waited for
a few moments before he continued. Then after clearing his throat, he
said, "What you see here on the monitor, gentlemen is our `Mark I'
device." Rob fell silent for a moment while the men looked closely at
the image on the screen.
"The `Mark I', C.A.P. Device was developed a little over six years
ago," the Handler Instructor began. "The forerunner to the more
modern devices, the original CAP was molded from hard, acrylic
plastic. Shaped like a small bomb, the early devices had a rounded
tip for ease of insertion then quicky gained girth to provide the
bearer with a maximum sense of presence. From its bulbous
mid-section, the instrument tapered to a narrow neck which was
designed to capture the first anal sphincter, effectively locking the
unit into place. The butt end of the CAP was flared in order to keep
the anal opening dilated for ease of access. The `Mark I', like its
successors was worn with the butt end protruding slightly from between
the buttocks, so the CAP remained accessible to the Guests' Handlers
should she require assistance with her concentration," Rob explained.
"Everyone follow me so far?" he asked the class. The young men nodded
practically in unison. Every eye was on the screen.
"Every young lady who comes to us, regardless of her age, receives her
CAP within her first few hours in residence. It has been demonstrated
time and again that following the insertion of one of these
instruments, a young woman almost instantly gains focus. No matter
how distracted and out of harmony she has become prior to accepting
her CAP, her thoughts are inexorably drawn to that part of her body
which is most important to a young lady, her abdominal interior. From
that moment on, not a minute passes in her life without our Guest
being forever reminded of her raison d'etre."
After a brief pause, Rob pointed to one of the signs on the wall.
"I'd like to call your attention to our list of non-negotiable
standards," he said. The students followed his gesture. "Each of you
should become intimately familiar with these stipulations. A Guest
must never be allowed to disregard them." He waited while the
trainees copied the list of eight regulations. "Please note Standard
number four," Rob went on. It states quite simply that `C.A.P.
Devices shall remain in place at all times'," he quoted. "Guests are
not permitted to remove their CAP's under any circumstances." He
paused to allow his remarks to sink in. "The only persons authorized
to remove a Guest's CAP Device is her assigned Handler or a duly
appointed representative."
Rob pressed a button on his remote and a new image appeared on the big
screen.
With a smile, Rob said proudly, "This little wonder, gentlemen, is the
Mark VI." He gestured toward the monitor. "You will find one of
these devices in the posterior abdominal passage of every young lady
in this facility when said passage is not being otherwise utilized."
Noting approvingly that he had the rapt attention of each of his young
trainees, Rob continued with his lecture.
"These newer generation devices, like their predecessors, are
available in a variety of sizes to fit the needs of every young lady.
They are sized by length and measured in inches. A size six, for
example, is six inches long." Everyone in the audience appeared to
understand what he was saying, so Rob continued.
"Approximately two years ago, our engineers deduced that a certain
amount of flexibility in the design might be desirable. Although the
apparatus must be rigid enough to provide a suitable amount of
pressure against the musculature of the rectum, it was discovered
through testing, that if the CAP is able to flex at its narrowest
section, it will move with the bearer, thereby maintaining maximum
encroachment and presence, no matter the attitude of a young lady's
anal passage relative to the angle of her spine." The sound of pen on
paper could be heard above the whisper of the air conditioning when
Rob hesitated. "During a portion of the initial design phase of the
newer generation CAPs, it was also decided that a blunt tip would be
more advantageous than the older pointed end design. The science
behind this resolution is quite simple. First of all, there is no
need for a tapered tip, because by nature, the anal sphincter is
eminently expandable. In addition, by maintaining the device's full
diameter over a larger portion of its length, a greater internal mass
is assured where it really counts. Our Handler's quickly discovered,
for example, that even with the instrument flexed at a forty-five
degree angle, the increased barrel diameter transmitted a far greater
amount of force to the bearer's interior when her CAP was manipulated
sharply during disciplinary proceedings."
Rob again paused. Then when his Handler Candidates looked up from
their notes, he said sincerely. "Gentlemen, I want you to understand
that we at TYTC are forever indebted to the men and women of our
Research and Design Department for this and many other significant
discoveries. Without their continued efforts, we would ultimately
fail in our mission. We owe them a lot."
"OK then," Rob continued after a moment. "As mentioned earlier,
C.A.P. Devices come in many sizes. So how then do we determine the
right size for a particular young lady? Any guesses?" He looked
expectantly around the room.
A few seconds passed, then a hand went up in the back. Rob nodded in
his direction. "Yes, you, sir. Go ahead."
Hesitantly the trainee stood. "You.. Ah.. We," he corrected himself,
"must have an instrument with which we can measure her internally,"
the young man ventured.
Rob smiled. "A good guess," he responded. He was happy to hear the
young candidate refer to himself as part of the team. "Actually we do
use such a device to measure our Guests' vaginal capacity and muscle
tone. You will learn more about that instrument and others at a later
date. The C.A.P. Device, however, even though it is an integral part
of her conditioning, is measured in a more rudimentary fashion. Yet
another image appeared on the monitor. This one was a diagram of the
internal workings of the female reproductive system.
"As this diagram depicts, a Guest's CAP size is determined by one
simple measurement. That is the distance, in inches, from her
clitoral hood to her anus." A few mutters were heard from the
audience of trainees. Ignoring them, Rob went on. "We can be
exacting in this measurement by using a pair of calipers, but after a
surprisingly short time in the field, you will find that you can judge
her size quite accurately by using your thumb and middle finger to
span the distance between these two points." After a pause, Rob
asked, "Any questions before we move on?"
There were none.
The man in white coveralls stepped from behind the podium, and the big
flat screen retracted into the ceiling.
"Very well then," he said. "Now that you all understand the theory
behind the Continuous Anal Presence Device, let's see how effective it
is in application. As if on cue, the door hissed open at the rear of
the classroom. All heads turned, and all eyes followed as a lovely,
dark haired young lady was led by the hand down the center aisle
between the seated candidates. Her Handler maneuvered the young
brunette up onto the stage and turned her to face the class. She was,
of course, completely naked. Her white coverall clad escort then
stepped behind her, keeping his right hand on the girl's right
shoulder.
Turning to his class, Rob said, "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce,
Miss Tamara Ellis." The young beauty stood gazing resolutely out at
the men seated before her.
She was lovely, with a breathtaking face, thick brunette hair that
hung over one shoulder and down almost to her waist, pert little
breasts, a narrow waist, flat tummy and broad hips. Between her
muscular thighs bloomed an enticing triangle of dark curls. Although
she stood perfectly still with her head up, facing the group of men
who calmly appraised her, her apprehension could be seen in her dark
eyes.
"Miss Ellis is fifteen and a half years old and has been with us for
just over three weeks. Her Principal Handler's name is Norman," Rob
said, leaving the podium and crossing the stage to stand in front of
the girl and her escort. Rob looked briefly in the direction of the
seated candidates saying, "Gentlemen, first I will demonstrate what we
refer to at TYTC as `The Standard Greeting'." Then he looked back at
the pretty teenager. Behind her, the young girl's Handler rested his
left hand lightly on her hip. "Good morning, Miss Ellis. You are
looking well today," Rob said politely to her.
A gasp was heard from someone in the audience when the senior Handler
casually reached down and slipped his fingers into the tight dark
curls between her legs. His palm cupped the fullness of her
womanhood. For a fraction of a second, the girl dropped her eyes from
his as she instinctively glanced downward. Then quickly realizing her
impropriety, she looked back up into the man's eyes. Her facial
expressions plainly portrayed her inner conflict, as she struggled to
maintain control. She bit her lower lip and trembled slightly.
Keeping his expression completely neutral, Rob began to knead the
girl's supple flesh. In a brief moment of weakness, Miss Tamara Ellis
lost control, and pulled her hips back ever so slightly. Her pretty
face quickly expressed her remorse, but it was too late.
Unseen by the class, Tamara's Principal Handler dropped his hand
behind her rounded little bottom. Then holding his fingers together
stiffly, the man began to deliver a series of sharp pats to the round
plug shaped object which protruded from between her shapely buttocks.
What the seated Handler Candidates did see was the teenager's eyes
abruptly grow wider and her nostrils flare slightly. What was most
noticeable, however, was the manner in which she began to thrust her
hips forward as though she were intentionally rubbing herself against
their instructor's hand. Rob smiled down at the distressed young girl
and continued to handle her resilient flesh for several minutes,
before finally removing his hand and turning toward his students.
"What you have just witnessed here, gentlemen is a prime example of
how effective the TYTC Program truly is." Rob placed one hand on the
pretty teenager's bare shoulder and with the other, he began to toy
with her firm breasts, squeezing and pinching while he went on with
his lecture.
"Just three weeks ago, Miss Ellis came to us, a typical product of the
society in which she was raised. Many man hours have since been
invested in Miss Ellis in order for her to achieve this degree of
acceptance. In just three short weeks, our young lady has evolved
into a useful member of society. Miss Ellis owes a large portion of
her achievement to this." With that, Rob took the girl by the
shoulders and turned her around so that she faced away from the
audience. True to her training, however, she obediently looked over
her shoulder at the group of Handler Candidates.
"As you can see, Miss Ellis, like all of our Guests is equipped with a
C.A.P. Device. Miss Ellis is a healthy young lady and is able to
accept a size seven device." Rob reached down and took hold of the
rounded object that lay nestled between the girl's shapely buttocks.
Slowly he twisted the instrument with his finger tips much like one
would operated the dial of a combination lock. Briefly the pretty
teenager glanced at him questioningly then back at the class.
"May I have a volunteer to come forward and assist me, please," the
senior Handler asked unexpectedly. Every hand in the room hastily
went up. With a laugh, Rob pointed to a young man in the second row.
"You, sir," he said. Then he added, "Don't worry, you'll all get
plenty of opportunities for practice during your tenure here.
The young man stood from his desk and walked forward. All eyes were
on him. He was a reasonably attractive man in his middle thirties.
He was tall and of muscular build with sandy blond hair and cool, ice
blue eyes.
"Good morning," Rob said, extending his hand. The man took it and
they shook. He remained silent. "May I ask your name, sir?" the
senior Handler then asked his student.
"Nigel," he replied tersely. He glanced somewhat nervously at the
naked teenager standing no more than three feet away, then looked back
at his instructor.
"Hello, Nigel," Rob said in a friendly voice. "I've asked you to come
forward to give you the opportunity to actually feel what it's like to
insert a C.A.P. Device. Very soon, this procedure will become second
nature to you, but everyone must try it first under supervision. Do
you understand?" Nigel nodded that he did. "Very well," Rob said.
"First, however, I want you to turn and be introduced properly to our
Guest." Then the senior Handler placed his hand on Nigel's shoulder,
and turned him toward the young girl. "Just do exactly as you saw me
do earlier," Rob explained to Nigel. "Her Handler, Norman will be
right there behind her should she require encouragement, but it
appears that Miss Ellis is behaving, at least for the time being."
Then turning to address the entire class, Rob said, "It is important
to note that young ladies in their teenage years can be extremely
unpredictable. One minute, she's obedient and submissive like Miss
Ellis here, and the next she'll become combative, without any
discernable provocation. You must always bear this in mind, in
particular if you are her Principal Handler," Rob explained to the
group. Then he turned back to the trainee on stage with him.
"You may place one hand on her shoulder if you wish, but it is not
required," Rob instructed. He waited patiently for a moment. He
could tell the young trainee was hesitant to put his hands on the
girl. Rob was a little surprised by this. He made a mental note to
work with Nigel more closely to be certain that the young man would be
able to overcome his reluctance. Hesitation in the presence of a
Guest is not advisable. "Go ahead, please, Nigel," Rob prompted the
young man. Then seemingly jokingly he added, "One should never keep a
young girl waiting. Simply reach out and cup her vulva in your hand,
and while you do, pay attention to her reaction," Rob instructed.
"She should not flinch or pull away from you. She should also
maintain direct eye contact with you at all times until such a time as
you remove your hand from her person and dismiss her."
Slowly the Handler Candidate moved his hand downward. This would be
the first time he'd ever touched a girl without her permission. It
was exhilarating, to say the least.
"You may address her, if you wish," Rob coached from his side. "But
it is not required that you speak to her at all. What is important is
that you touch her in a meaningful way, and that she allows you to do
so without protest." Rob kept his eyes locked on the girl's face,
always on the alert for signs of defiance or rebellion. He watched
Tamara make one prolonged blink, before she returned her eyes to those
of the young candidate. Her facial expression became ever so slightly
more troubled in appearance.
"Good morning, Miss Ellis," the young man said. Her dark pubic fur
rasped softly between his fingers. She was very warm beneath his
touch, and in retrospect, Nigel would recall that he felt the distinct
presence of moisture between her firm thighs.
Tamara Ellis was, of course, on a regular maintenance dosage of
Thelazine, which despite the conditions of their meeting, gently
coaxed her "inner female" to respond to Nigel's touch. Thelazine and
many other designer chemical compounds will be discussed in greater
detail at a future class, but sufficed to say at this time, Thelazine
is neither an aphrodisiac nor a mind altering drug. To the contrary,
its subtle influences are barely noticeable to the subject. The drug
simply encourages the female to "listen" to those natural messages
that her body communicates to her, rather than to ignore or suppress
them.
Nigel was so absorbed in touching the beautiful brunette that at first
he didn't hear Rob speak to him. "Ah...hum," the Handler cleared his
throat. Nigel jumped in surprise, then looked in Rob's direction. He
did not, however, remove his hand from Tamara.
"Let's turn her around so we can better manipulate her CAP, and allow
the rest of the class to follow what we do," Rob suggested.
Reluctantly, Nigel nodded his consent. Then he continued to stare
piercingly into the teenager's brown eyes as he removed his hand from
between her legs.
"Turn for us, please, Miss Ellis," Rob said to the slightly shaken
girl. "Nigel really `connected' with her," Rob noted as the girl
slowly faced the other way. "That's just fine," the senior Handler
instructed at last. "Now, if you would, please, Nigel. I want you to
remove Miss Ellis' CAP for us."
Startled, the teenager gave Rob a very concerned look, then turned to
her Principal, Norman. "It's OK, Miss Ellis," Norman said.
Tamara had learned in a relatively short period of time, that the
hideous instrument these demented men had placed into her rear end was
not ever to be removed other than by the man named Norman. She'd seen
other young women suffer the consequences for disobedience, and she
did not care to join their ranks. It had taken awhile, but finally
her bowel had acclimated to the presence inside of her. It seemed to
be, however, all she could think about most of the time. Twice a day,
Norman would remove the device so that Tamara could use the toilet.
Then it was quickly replaced, and that all encompassing dull,
throbbing sense of fullness would once more become the focal point of
her waking thoughts.
"I give you permission to allow, Nigel to remove your CAP, Miss
Ellis," Norman said to the troubled teen. She looked unsure, but
slowly, after glancing back at Nigel again, the girl leaned forward a
bit, placing one hand on her upper thigh to steady herself.
"Very good, Miss Ellis. You have learned a good deal," Rob
complimented the girl. "Now, Nigel, if you would please, grasp the
butt end of the device firmly in one hand. Often it helps to place
your other hand on the Guest's hip to steady her," he explained.
"Then with one fluid motion, twist the CAP and pull it from Miss
Ellis' bowel."
Nigel took his instructor's suggestion and placed one hand on the
teenager'`s left hip. Then almost gingerly, he grabbed the round plug
with his right hand. It was warm to the touch. Nigel thought he
could feel the girl flex internally through the composite material of
the CAP. Later he would come to understand that was precisely what
he'd felt. He gazed down at Miss Ellis' perfect posterior, her narrow
waist and strong back. Then after taking a deep breath, Nigel twisted
and pulled.
At first, the device didn't seem to want to be extracted. It was a
natural reaction for a Guest to "grip" her CAP when was manipulated in
any manner. Then after a slight shiver that was also transmitted
through the dense material, Tamara relaxed, and Nigel was able to
extract the seven inch long lozenge shaped CAP from her body. When at
last he held the warm plastic torpedo in his hand, Nigel marveled at
its size and the fact that seconds ago it had been inside the lovely
girl.
"Well done," Rob complimented the trainee.
As he spoke, Norman placed his hand on his Guest's shoulder and turned
her to face the audience. Without further ado, Norman then dropped
his hand behind the teenager and slipped his middle finger into her.
The precepts of C.A.P. dictated that unless absolutely necessary,
Guests should never be without a centering presence. By adhering to a
simple set of guidelines, successful conditioning is virtually
guaranteed.
"I suspect you felt the young lady try to "hold on" to her CAP when
you first pulled on it?" Rob asked the young Handler Candidate.
"Yeah, I thought I was imagining things at first," Nigel replied. He
seemed to be more relaxed now, Rob noted.
"I understand ," the Handler/Instructor responded. Then turning to
face the class, he explained. "It is a perfectly normal reaction for
the anal sphincter to close around an impaling instrument whenever its
position is disturbed. Additionally, the high density composite
material from which the Mark VI C.A.P. is fashioned, is designed to
conduct even the slightest vibration down the length of the appliance,
and deliver it with little to no attenuation to the bearer's interior.
When the butt end of the CAP is struck during disciplinary
proceedings, the shock of the blow is delivered directly to the base
of the subject's spine. So," Rob continued. "The Guest will actually
embrace the instrument of her subjugation. Ironic, isn't it," he
added with a smile.
Tamara stood staring blankly out at the small group of men who sat at
their desks, furiously scribbling notes. It looked, for all intents
and purposes, like a typical class at a typical community college.
The pretty teenager tried to follow what was being said, but her
Handler, Norman insisted upon moving his impaling digit slowly in and
out, then side to side. It was thoroughly distracting.
"Alright, then," Rob said after giving his students a few minutes to
complete their notes. "I am going to let Nigel try installing the CAP
into our young lady. I want you all to watch very closely as I walk
him through it. One day very soon, you will be as familiar with this
procedure as you are with tying your shoes. The first attempt,
however, can be a little tricky, particularly if the Guest resists."
In preparation for the demonstration, Norman turned Tamara around once
again. This time he stood beside her so that he could still reach her
shapely little bottom. In this manner, the professional man
maintained presence while the trainee got himself organized.
"When you are ready, Nigel, Norman I want you to hold the CAP in the
palm of your right hand." The young candidate did as he was
instructed. Rob produced a tube of lubricant from his kit at the back
of his coverall. "Lubrication is not mandatory, but in this instance,
I am going to recommend it," the Handler said, squeezing a small
dollop onto the tip of the device. He replaced the lubricant into his
belt pouch. "Now grasp the device by wrapping your thumb, second and
little fingers around its narrow section. OK," Rob said checking the
trainee's grip. "Now I want you to extend your index and first
fingers along the shaft of the CAP. It will look like you're giving a
Cub Scout salute if you get it right." Seeing that Nigel was having
some difficulty, Rob helped him position his fingers correctly.
"During insertion, you hold the CAP with the two extended fingers
beneath it. Like this," Rob explained. Then he took Nigel by the
wrist and rotated his hand into the proper orientation. "OK, when
you're all set, Norman will discontinue manual presence. At that
time, I want you first to instruct Miss Ellis to spread her feet to
shoulder width then press the tip of the CAP Device against the very
top of the crack between her buttocks."
"I'm ready," Nigel said confidently. "Spread your feet to shoulder
width, please, Miss Ellis," the Handler Candidate said once Norman had
withdrawn his hand. Rob was happy to see that the young man spoke
firmly but politely. Nigel then took the girl by her left hip with
his free hand. With the other he positioned the CAP as he'd been
instructed, then he hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
"OK. Keeping the device perpendicular to her body, as smoothly as
possible, slide the tip of the CAP down her crack, reaching as far
forward between her legs as you are able to. Be sure to hold the
device perpendicular to her body," Rob repeated for extra measure,
"and the tip pressed against her. You should pass over both her anal
and her vaginal openings," the Handler instructed. "Once you have
reached as far forward as you can between her legs, reverse
directions, and pull the device back toward you. We call this the
`Dip Down - Pull Back Maneuver'," the Handler/Instructor added. "With
practice, you will be able to perform this procedure in one fluid
motion," Rob explained. "You'll also learn to recognize her reactions
when the tip of the CAP passes over her openings. You'll feel her
tense up slightly. Just remember to keep the CAP perpendicular to her
body, then on the `Pull Back' begin to press upward harder. "Pull
Back' past her vaginal opening then push up firmly with the tips of
your extended fingers. Using this technique, it's impossible to miss.
If you maintain adequate upward pressure on the barrel of the device
with your fingers, the tip will automatically dip into the anal
opening. Again, pay attention to her reactions," Rob reminded his
attentive student. "Until you gain some experience, you can extend
the tips of your fingers of the hand you have on her hip there," Rob
nodded toward Nigel's left hand, "onto the side of her belly. When
the tip of the CAP drops into her anal gateway, you'll feel her
stomach muscles flex beneath your finger tips. It's a reflex action.
She can't prevent it from happening," Rob assured the Handler
Candidate. Once the tip finds her opening, all you have to do is
transfer your grip back a little on the barrel of the device, and send
it home. Even if she clamps down, the design of the CAP will dilate
the sphincter. A twist of the wrist or two may be necessary in
extreme cases, but otherwise ingress is assured," Rob explained in an
attempt to instill confidence in the young Handler Candidate. "Go for
it!" Rob said. "Dip Down - Pull Back."
The procedure was actually much easier than it sounded. Nigel felt
the teenager tremble slightly when he dipped the tip forward between
her muscular thighs. He felt her tummy flex, just like Rob said it
would when he pulled back across her vaginal opening. Then almost
like magic, he felt the tip of the CAP drop upward into the girl's
anal opening. Nigel heard her inhale and hold her breath. He dropped
his fingers back slightly on the barrel of the poised instrument then
pushed up. He felt a slight resistance just before her sphincter fell
to the assault on her gates, then the device slipped inside. It was
as though her anatomy assisted him when she reflexively clamped down
on the tapered neck of the CAP. Nigel felt her pull the instrument
into herself. When his palm came to rest against the warm globes of
her shapely buttocks, Nigel knew he'd succeeded. He stood up straight
and smiled proudly in the direction of his classmates.
"You see. Noting to it," Rob said after clapping Nigel on the back
good naturedly. "Now allow me to demonstrate what a lot of practice
will do for you." Turning to Norman, Rob asked permission to remove
the girl's CAP once again. After glancing in the direction of the
seated young men, Rob ordered the pretty brunette to spread her feet
to shoulder width. In a twinkling, the man in white coveralls held
the girl's CAP up in his hand. No one had seen him do it. Even Nigel
who stood just a few feet away missed it. "Now watch closely," Rob
instructed his class. Then to Tamara he murmured, "Just hold still
Miss Ellis." As the young candidates looked on, Rob casually dropped
his hand behind the girl. Two seconds later his hand was empty. Only
the widening of Tamara's brown eyes and the momentary bulging out of
her flat tummy revealed the fact that Rob had CAP'd her. Excited
murmurs and mutterings erupted from the class. Rob had made his
point.
"After lunch," Rob began once the noise subsided. "I will provide the
class with enough Guests so that each of you will have a chance to
practice both measurement and insertion technique. But for now, we'll
break for two hours. Please be back here by 1330 hrs.. That is all,
gentlemen," Rob said, dismissing the men.
As the trainees were gathering their notebooks and other belongings,
Norman unexpectedly spoke up. "Gentlemen, if anyone is interested, I
can use a couple of volunteers to attend to Miss Ellis for an hour or
so. Her conditioning program dictates that she entertain a lover or
lovers four times a day. It'll be an unsupervised activity. You may
use one of the Special Encounter Rooms, if you wish. From what I've
heard, she's an acceptable lover, although I understand she lacks
vaginal muscle stamina." Beside him, Tamara Ellis looked slightly
shocked, but knew better than to speak out of turn. "Well, any
takers?" Norman asked as if he were passing out free tickets to the
county fair.
Two Handler Candidates stepped forward. Tamara eyed them warily. One
was an older men, perhaps twenty-five years her senior. The other
looked to be approximately the same age as her Primary Handler. In
any case, Tamara was about to get to know both of them a lot better.
Something was definitely going on up ahead. The group of three young
men looked at one another questioningly as they continued up the long
main corridor.
To all outward appearances the trio looked like graduate students on
their way to class. All three men were in their early to mid
thirties. Each carried a notebook under his arm. Each had an intense
look about him, serious and studious. But these were not ordinary
students, and this was no ordinary institution.
There was an intersection in the wide corridor a few yards distant,
and the loud commotion seemed to come from one of the divergent
hallways.
A scream was heard, then a female voice shouted angrily, "Let me go
you bastards!" The sounds of a pronounced struggle were followed by a
piercing shriek. As the three young men arrived at the junction, they
looked to the right in the direction of the on-going pandemonium.
The students' first impression of the young lady responsible for all
the noise was of her legs only. They were shapely and long and held
widely apart by two large men dressed in distinctive white coveralls.
Between them, the rear end of a third white coverall clad man bobbed
up and down rhythmically. From a distance the three students could
plainly see that the young woman was battling mightily in the hands
of her assailants, but each of the two men held one of her ankles in
his powerful hands, rendering the girl's struggles rather
unproductive. A fourth man crouched behind the loving company and was
apparently responsible for restraining the girl's arms and upper body.
Over the animated group, stood yet another man. He also was dressed
in white coveralls, but this particular individual possessed a
somewhat different air. Perhaps it was the way he stood. His posture
bespoke sternness and authority. He watched the proceedings before
him with analytical detachment as though he was evaluating
the performance of the men who attended to the young female.
He looked up as the trio of students approached. "Can I help you,
gentlemen?" he asked cordially. His indifference to what amounted to
a forcible rape at his feet was astounding. "You must be part of the
group of new Handler Candidates that arrived today," he said.
"Yes, sir," one of the young men answered. Then he, like his two
companions, stared down at the scene on the floor.
"Just your typical disciplinary exercise, gentlemen," the Senior
Handler said with an indifferent chuckle. He always found it amusing
to observe the reactions of new recruits upon first witnessing many of
the instructional techniques employed by The Youth Training Center.
"Miss Randal here has been in our care for almost two weeks, but she
continues to be willful and contemptuous of authority," the man
explained.
"Nnnno! Get off of me you bastard!" the young woman cried
breathlessly.
The man who was in charge of restraining the girl's upper body leaned
over her and stared down into her angry brown eyes. "Silence, Miss
Randal," he ordered.
"Fuck you!" the young woman shrieked. Then she uttered a most
unladylike grunt when her lover rammed her forcefully. The pretty
brunette writhed beneath the big man in white. The muscles of her
smooth thighs flexed on either side of her lover's hips as she
struggled in an attempt to wrest her ankles free of the powerful
hands of the pair of men who restrained her. Abruptly the girl turned
her face toward the trainees, who stood gawking at her like school
boys. It was the first really good look the three students had gotten
of her. She was indeed a handsome young lady.
Casey Randal was sixteen years old, and until two weeks ago she
enjoyed the carefree life of a typical teenaged girl. Her trim body
and exceptional good looks afforded Casey the luxury of having quite a
large entourage of eligible young men who actively sought after her
company.
Her parents just recently moved to the medium sized mid-western town
and enrolled their daughter in the local public high school. The
curriculum being taught there was a little behind that of the private
eastern all girl's school she'd come from, so Casey was advanced to
the eleventh grade, making her the youngest girl in the Junior Class.
Not many months passed before Casey caught the roving eye of Mr.
Gerald Williams. Mr. Williams was one of the Guidance Counselors at
the school and had been suspected in the past of fraternizing with his
students, although nothing was ever proven. Mr. Williams had a way of
making the female students feel strangely uncomfortable in his
presence and as a result, most had learned to keep their
distance from him whenever possible. All except for the "new kid on
the block".
Using the pretense of advising Casey about her academic future, Mr.
Williams set up several meetings with the young girl. At these
encounters Williams questioned the girl extensively regarding her
situation at home, her social life and of course, her scholastic
ambitions. From this seemingly innocent line of questioning, Williams
determined that although the pretty teenager was the object of many a
young lad's dreams and desires, she made a habit of keeping to
herself. In a very short period of time the guidance counselor was
able to establish a reasonably accurate schedule of the girl's comings
and goings, which he promptly turned over to the good people
at The Youth Training Center. One week later Miss Casey Randal
mysteriously vanished. An exhaustive investigation and search was
conducted by both local and state law enforcement agencies. Even the
FBI was called in to assist in locating the missing girl, but to no
avail. For all intents and purposes Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal had
disappeared from the face of the Earth.
"Huh...Huh... Gnnnnnnn!" the pretty brunette groaned loudly when her
lover unleashed a virtual torrent of hot, viscous fluid bearing his
seed into her interior. He thrust himself into her forcefully two or
three more times, causing her girl to moan pitifully.
"Silence, young lady," Casey's most recent lover said hoarsely as the
last of his offerings flowed into her. "Guests shall remain silent
while being attended to," he said, quoting one of the TYTC Standards
of Behavior. She closed her eyes and looked away from him in dismay
and disgust. "Look at me, Miss Randal," the man quickly corrected
her. With one hand he reached down, grabbed her none too
gently by her chin and turned her face toward his. Then he
unexpectedly rammed her quite hard, causing her dark brown eyes to fly
open in surprise and pain. "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact
with their partner while being attended to," he recited flatly. While
the three astonished students looked on, he thrust himself into the
stricken girl several more times while he gazed directly into her
distressed eyes.
Carefully noting every change in her facial expression, the man in
white looked for the telltale signs of compliance and submission.
When after a few moments time, he saw none, the Handler looked up at
the group of spellbound trainees and said, "Miss Randal could use a
bit more encouragement. Would one of you gentlemen mind
taking a turn with her?" he asked.
The three young men were speechless and stood staring dumbly down at
the man for several seconds. With a chuckle, the Attending Handler
turned and nodded to one of his assistants who immediately released
the teenager's left ankle, allowing her leg to the floor. The other
assistant followed suit, then without comment, the Handler dismounted
and stood up between the girl's legs. He kept his eye on the
recalcitrant beauty at his feet while he replaced himself into his
coveralls and zipped up, or down as was the case. The coveralls of a
TYTC Handler have a double action zipper, so that they can be zipped
up or down as required. "Let's not be shy," the professional man said
jokingly, addressing the group of dumbfounded students. He winked at
the Senior Handler. "This, after all," he said gesturing toward the
girl on the floor, "is why you are here. Now who's it gonna be?"
At last, one of the trainees spoke up. After eyeing the other two
students, he offered, "I'll do it."
"Very well," the Handler who'd just recently disengaged himself from
the pretty brunette said. Then looking down at the girl, he ordered,
"Miss Randal, I expect you to allow this young man to attend to you
now. Do you understand?" He waited for several moments, and when
there was no reply from the stubborn girl, he stated flatly, "Miss
Randal, we can do this the hard way or the easy way, but one way or
another, you are going to take this man as your lover. Do I make
myself clear? Answer me, young lady," the Handler added quite
harshly.
Her facial expression portrayed her distress as Casey gazed up from
the floor at the dispassionate faces of the men standing over her.
The Handler who had remained kneeling at her shoulders smiled down at
her, patronizingly.
Since being brought to this terrible place, Casey had been raped no
less than four to five times a day for the last two weeks. You'd
think by now that she would be numb to the experience, but it was
somehow different with these men. They
seemed to know how to control and direct her sexuality. At the same
time, their wicked attentions both disgusted and excited her. Casey
knew that she'd been given several specialized medications, and she
suspected that one or more of them might be responsible for the
conflicting sensations and emotions she felt, but she had no real way
of knowing for certain. They'd told her that one of the injections
they gave her was a contraceptive agent. Casey sincerely hoped that
was true. She couldn't imagine the horror of becoming pregnant with
the spawn of one of these demented monsters. Yesterday, she'd
actually had an orgasm after being raped for nearly an hour. The very
thought of the incident sickened her, but she could not deny that it
had happened. She'd done everything in her power at the time to
disguise the signs and symptoms from her defiler, but Casey suspected
that the man knew anyway.
She'd been made to mount the man in the kneeling position facing him,
with her knees spread on either side of his hips. He'd then lain
perfectly still, allowing her to bounce herself on his impaling
member. When it happened, Casey had shuddered all over, but had
thankfully remained silent.
"How could I do such a thing!" the pretty teenager had berated herself
for hours afterward. She felt as if her own body had betrayed her,
and the emotional reverberations of the occurrence were utterly soul
rending.
Little did Casey know that with some subtle encouragement from the
designer drug Thelazine, she had merely borne out that which we know
to be true. And that is 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." This precept is, of
course, the corner stone of The Youth Training Center's ideology. It
has been and will continue to be proven time and again by countless
young women as they progress through their training.
"Answer me, Miss Randal," the Attending Handler insisted, jolting
Casey out of the nightmares of the past, and back into the current
one.
"W...what?" she responded, confused.
"I asked you if you intend to cooperate and allow this gentleman to
attend to you. By the way, what is your name, sir?" the Attending
Handler asked, turning to the volunteer-minded young man.
"R..Rick," the student Handler stammered.
"Very well, Rick. I want you to go ahead and take Miss Randal at your
leisure. You may take as much or as little time with her as you wish.
If you prefer her in another position, on her knees for example, we
can arrange that. If she decides not to cooperate or offers any kind
of resistance, she will be restrained for you. Do you understand?"
The Handler Candidate looked from the face of the man dressed in white
down to the lovely young girl on the floor and then back up. "I...I
guess so," he replied a bit sheepishly.
"Good," the Attending Handler said. "Miss Randal, I must assume that
you intend to cooperate." He glared down at the girl. After a long
hesitation, she at last nodded her head meekly.
"Excellent," the Senior Handler who'd been monitoring the progression
of the exercise thought to himself. "If she truly did cooperate, this
would be a first for this one, and a major turning point in her
conditioning program."
"How would you like her positioned, Rick?" the Attending Handler
asked.
"Like she is will be fine," the young man replied a bit more
confidently.
"Very well. Please proceed," the older man instructed.
Rick was a little bashful at first about undressing before an
audience. It reminded him of his college days and the one or two gang
bangs he'd attended. Then as he looked down at the lovely young
brunette at his feet, his expression became hungrier. He unbuckled
his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. There was a pronounced
bulge in his jockey shorts as the young trainee kicked his feet out of
his pant legs then stepped between the teenager's calves. Rick smiled
at the girl's reaction when he stripped off his underwear, revealing
his manhood to her. He'd seen that same startled expression before.
Rick was rather well endowed. The professional Handlers as well as
his colleagues in training looked on approvingly as Rick knelt between
Casey's knees, forcing her to spread her legs farther apart for him.
Everything within Casey that was female cried out to rebel against
this latest attack upon her person, yet everything about her that was
female lay spellbound as she stared in stunned silence at the approach
of the titan. She felt the man's knees press against the soft flesh
of her inner thighs coaxing them apart. "Look at him, Miss Randal,"
Casey heard her Attending Handler command, but she could not tear her
eyes from the fleshy log that the man named Rick was about to serve up
to her.
"Huuuuhhhh," she huffed when what felt like a superheated billiard
ball pressed against her outer gates. Casey forced herself to look up
at the young man's face, but her gaze was quickly drawn back downward
when she felt herself begin to dilate with alarmingly rapidity.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" the older Handler snapped. Then he again
quoted. "Guests shall remain silent while being attended to."
Casey opened her mouth in a silent cry when she felt what could only
be described as the overwhelming process of male intrusion begin.
"Look at your lover, Miss Randal. You know the rules," she was
instructed from above. Although the teenager obediently faced her new
companion, her eyes would not focus on his face. They were instead,
turned inward, "watching" as her lover inched his way into her.
"Raise your knees, Miss Randal," the Attending Handler said after he
knelt beside her right shoulder. "Raise your legs up and angle your
vagina to better accept your lover," he coached more patiently when he
recognized the signs of "womb centering" on the girl's face. She
exhibited that familiar expression of confusion and wonder. Her eyes
were wide, glassy and unfocused. "It's a little early for this," the
older professional man remarked to himself. "Perhaps it's the
Thelazine." He'd have to make a note in the young lady's file later
on. Her knees came up.
Rick had been with several women in his time, but this girl was by far
the youngest. He'd often dreamed of lying with "jail bait", but had
never thought the possibility of prison time would be worth it. Had
he known Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal back then, he might have
reconsidered. This little girl was quite remarkable. As her firm
thighs rose slowly on either side of his hips Rick felt her come into
alignment. With only about two of his full eleven inch mass tucked
into her, Rick still had a lot to offer the teenager. He gazed down
at her flushed face as he pumped his hips up and down quickly two or
three times, moving himself just inside of her entrance. He was
rewarded with a look of curious concern on her pretty face. Rick
paused briefly as he rocked his weight forward more onto his hands in
preparation for "launch". Then with an unexpectedly vigorous thrust of
his hips, he propelled himself into the youngster, infusing her
completely with all that was male. Rick's advance was
accompanied by the sweet sputtering sound of escaping compressed air
chattering between his impaling shaft and the clutching walls of
Casey's vagina.
"Uuhhhhhh!" the teenager exhaled violently. Her eyes were the size of
dinner plates. Casey had never experienced such abundance. It felt
to her like the head of the man's penis was lodged in the back of her
throat.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" the Attending Handler reminded the distracted
girl.
Rick gazed down at the exquisite young lady beneath him. She was
proving to be as dazzlingly lovely on the inside as she was on the
outside. Rick enjoyed the entry process more than any other facet of
love making. He loved to look into a girl's eyes and to see his
presence reflected therein. He fully understood and heartily
agreed with the Center's rule about maintaining eye contact.
Rick would later receive many hours of instruction, which would serve
to augment what he intuitively knew, and that was how vitally
important it is for the male to constantly monitor and control the
female's state of arousal during love making.
At TYTC, we believe that control over the female of our species was
originally lost in the bedroom. Sexual equity lead to sexual equality
which was simply never meant to be. Holding true to this conviction,
The Youth Training Center adopted the philosophy that in order to
remedy and eventually reverse the downward slide into gender equality,
which we strongly believe will inevitably lead to matriarchal
dominance, the corrective measures taken must certainly be sexual in
nature. Never in the long history of TYTC has a Guest ever been
struck or battered. All disciplinary actions and corrective measures
are doled out sexually.
Rick was, at that very moment, reaping the benefits of this
philosophy. As he pushed himself deeper into his young companion,
Rick experienced a different kind of thrill, knowing that he took the
girl against her will. Whereas he'd always enjoyed the facial
expressions of his past consensual lovers during entry, Rick
experienced a new and astonishing silent rapport with this young lady.
The shared knowledge that while just moments ago she'd fought with a
lover who hadn't been of her choosing, and now she admitted him into
her depths, brought the two of them closer together. Beneath the
glimmer of surprise and wonder in her brown eyes, lurked the certainty
that should she resist, she would be forced. The conquered and the
conqueror. The New Order had to begin somewhere, and each day at The
Youth Training Center these very same seeds of social stability were
being planted.
Glancing downward, Rick noted that their pubic hairs were at last
intertwined. Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal was fully involved. She was
marvelously tight, and she treated Rick to some unintentional vaginal
calisthenics as her muscles contracted and relaxed fitfully. Rick
also noticed an unfamiliar pressure against the under side of his
penis as he held himself inside of the young beauty for several
minutes while her body adjusted itself around him. It was an odd
sensation.
What Rick felt, of course, was Casey's C.A.P. Device. In addition to
providing the young lady with a constant focal point of presence and
fulfillment, the dense composite device situated deeply in her anal
passage just millimeters away from her lover's penis, added a whole
new dimension to vaginal intercourse. Rick, being unfamiliar with the
device and its potential, was not able to fully take advantage of
its capabilities. Later, however, after more training and practice,
the young Handler Candidate would learn to how angle himself in such a
manner so as to provide a young lady with a breathtakingly thorough
experience. At present, however, the young trainee had no working
knowledge of C.A.P. theory and practice. He'd heard about the
program, but that was all. Not sure exactly how to deal with the
foreign object, Rick began to move himself gingerly inside of the
tight young girl. Casey looked up at the young student, her face
filled with concern.
The Attending Handler who crouched nearby immediately suspected the
reason behind the trainee's tentative efforts. "Don't worry about her
CAP, Rick. It will shift with your strokes," the older man assured
the Handler Candidate. "Raise your knees up higher, please, Miss
Randal."
The slight change in her vaginal attitude allowed Rick to move even
deeper. He felt the hard presence inside of the pretty teenager shift
and let him pass, just like the man promised. His expression
brightened noticeably.
"You see. What did I tell you," the Attending Handler exclaimed.
"Now let's see what you can do for her." Rick nodded enthusiastically
then began to administer deeply penetrating thrusts to Miss Casey
Randal.
She realized that once again she was being raped, but that fact didn't
seem to carry quite the weight it had just a few minutes ago. In part
this was due to Casey's state of near exhaustion. She'd entertained
two other lovers already that morning. The relatively high dosage of
Thelazine that she was being given was also responsible for her
apparent lack of concern for her physical well being. And then there
was the man's sheer size.
Prior to being brought to the Center, Casey led a somewhat prudish
life. She enjoyed the attentions of the opposite sex, but only if
they kept their distance. Casey had taken a lover when she was just
fifteen, but it had been a less than enriching experience for her, an
experience that she'd repeated on only one other occasion thereafter.
The teenager's sex life made a radical change of course, however, the
very first day she arrived at TYTC. In both quantity and diversity,
Casey now enjoyed the amorous attentions of the opposite sex on a
scale that most women many years her senior only dream about. When
they dream about it, that is.
Until this moment, however, no man had consumed her so completely.
All thoughts of resistance or revenge fled as Casey turned her mind's
eye to her spiritual center and the massive, throbbing presence that
alternately filled her then left her empty and crying to be refilled.
"You're doing quite well, young man," the Attending Handler commented
from beside the loving couple. "But pay close attention to your
Guest," he cautioned. "She's already become 'womb centered', and if
you're not careful, you'll lose her."
"Huh... w...what?" Rick responded breathlessly.
"Don't let her get ahead of you," the man tried to explain. "You must
manage her state of arousal, if you intend to keep her attention.
Right now she's sliding inward, wrapped around her uterus. Soon
she'll become completely mindless and unable to attend to your wishes.
You need to slow your cadence for a time, then throw in a few thrusts
in rapid succession. That'll keep her off balance," the more
experienced man coached.
Rick was impressed. These men had cultivated both a science and an
art around the sexual manipulation of the female of the species. In
spite of his own rather advanced state of arousal, Rick listened to
the Attending Handler, then did as he suggested. He noticed a
difference instantly. The girl opened her eyes almost immediately and
gazed up at him questioningly.
"There, you see," the man beside them said. "You have her attention
back." Rick nodded his understanding. He moved himself slowly in and
out of the rippling vaginal passage of the highly aroused teenager.
Then like he'd been instructed, he thrust himself deeply into Casey
unexpectedly four times in rapid succession. He felt the hard object
inside of her move aside just before the broad head of his penis
slammed against the toroidal shaped portal of her cervix.
"Huh...huh...huh...huh..." the teenager huffed in response to the
unanticipated internal pummeling.
"Silence, Miss Randal!" Rick said to her. That got him a smile from
the Attending Handler crouched next to him.
"Try angling yourself down a bit more to keep clear of her clitoris,"
the Handler advised after a minute or two. "The one down side to the
missionary position is that if you're not careful, you can
inadvertently overstimulate her," he explained. Her
CAP will help a lot with this problem, though, because if she in turn
tries to angle her hips downward in an attempt to align herself such
that her clitoris makes contact with you, her CAP will give her a good
jab back there. It's a remarkable piece of engineering," he added
proudly.
The Senior Handler and Rick's fellow Handler Candidates looked on
approvingly while he attended to the young teenager. Although Rick's
technique was a little unrefined, the more tenured Handler knew that
this young man held great promise. He was demanding and intuitive.
Even though he was a rank novice, his timing was excellent. The girl
was obviously confused and confounded as Rick deftly moved her
from a wide eyed state of intense concentration, her face a symphony
of concern and confusion, to that glassy eyed, muzzy condition
indicative of impending climax, only to jolt her back to "reality"
with a good, hard thrust of his hips. Like an accomplished musician,
Rick played Casey Randal like a fine violin.
Unbeknownst to anyone present that morning, Rick Adams would one day
become one of the most trusted and valued members of the TYTC family.
He would be personally responsible for the development of several bold
new approaches to feminine conditioning, and for many years he would
proudly wear the glowing white coveralls of a TYTC Senior Handler.
The pretty teenager was becoming bewildered. As the Senior Handler
watched her closely, he observed her expression and the degree of
luster in her staring brown eyes. The older man continued to be
impressed with the new candidate, feeling the young man could quite
possibly toy with the girl all morning if necessary. Then abruptly,
the Handler Candidate halted in mid-stroke. "I'm gonna cum," Rick
said, intuitively trying to keep his voice steady. The girl gazed up
at him with a hazy expression of understanding. Although the thought
of yet another stranger unloading his disgusting bodily fluids into
her was repugnant to Casey, she was too far gone to exhibit any signs
of resistance. She closed her eyes and prepared to accept Rick's
seed.
"Open your eyes, and look at your lover, Miss Randal," the Attending
Handler cautioned. Casey did as she was told. "Feel free to
inseminate her, young man," he told Rick. "She's been chemically
sterilized temporarily until such a time as we wish for her to
conceive," the man explained. Nodding his understanding, Rick
delivered only two more thrusts to the young girl before delivering
his offering deep into her interior. The young candidate didn't know
it at the time, but his technique was flawless. He'd managed to
control his own ardor as well as his partner's, keeping her off
balance until he was ready. Then with the girl still significantly
well removed from orgasm, Rick inseminated her.
At TYTC, we believe the female orgasm should be used as a tool. By
allowing it or withholding it, the female can be monitored and
regulated. During the course of their training, the group of Handler
Candidates would become thoroughly acquainted with and adept at the
management of feminine arousal and climax.
Casey shuddered noticeably when she felt the man's liquid heat flow
into and around the myriad of fluffy convolutions of her vaginal
lining. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Randal," Rick spoke sternly to
his distraught young companion. "And remain silent until I'm finished
with you." His statement ofauthority gained Rick the respect and
admiration of the Handlers present that morning as well as that of his
peers.
Soon thereafter, Rick dismounted the girl, leaving her filled yet
unfulfilled. While Rick buttoned up his trousers, the Attending
Handler asked if anyone else wanted to take a turn. Sadly, the other
two students were forced to decline his kind offer. Although the
three of them had received a reasonably good education there in the
hallway, there was a great deal more for the young men to learn, and
they had a class to attend in ten minutes. Before they left, however,
the Senior Handler complimented Rick on his performance, telling him
that he'd handled himself and the girl like a true professional. Rick
fairly beamed with pride as he and his colleagues turned and headed
off down the wide corridor toward a new destiny.
Continued... SM
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