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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.
T.Y.T.C. 5.3 - The Candidates
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.
"Gentlemen, welcome. Do come in," a commanding voice boomed.
Rick Adams and the two young Handler Candidates with him gazed around
the huge complex, unable to locate the source of the greeting. The double
steel doors of the TYTC Gymnasium hissed quietly closed behind them.
"Back here, gentlemen," the same voice called a moment later.
Rick and his companions looked toward the rear of the big room where
they spied a muscular man dressed in the familiar white coveralls of a TYTC
Handler beckoning to them with a raised hand. Rick threw up a hand in
acknowledgment, and the three trainees moved toward the rear of the
complex.
On either side of the central aisle down which the students walked stood
machines and equipment of curious and intricate design. Around them the
room was alive with activity. The usual sounds of clanking steel weights
and squeaking apparatus that one might expect at your typical exercise
facility could be heard above the busy undertone in the room. But this was
no typical exercise facility. Occasionally a soft cry, obviously of
feminine origin, was heard. Everywhere men clad in immaculate white
coveralls moved here and there. Some had young female Guests by the hand;
others adjusted equipment. To a man, they were all engrossed in their
tasks.
"Good morning, gentlemen," the Coach said turning from his chore as the
three approached. "I'll be with you in a moment." He turned back to the
complicated looking machine and continued with his adjustments.
The long, low contrivance before which the Coach stood was made up of
stainless steel rails and padded vinyl supports. At a glance it looked
somewhat like a bench press machine only a little longer. Two parallel,
eight foot long, two inch diameter, shining steel rails were supported
about one foot apart and approximately three feet off the floor by sturdy,
"X" braced legs. Near the base of the support legs at one end of the
apparatus were fastened a pair of padded, cuff-like arrangements, one on
either side. At the opposite end of the machine, clamped to the linear
rails, was a four foot long cross beam of the same tubular construction as
the linear rails themselves. At either end of this cross member was a cuff
similar to those on the rear support legs. Mounted atop the center of the
main rails was a lightly padded platform approximately one foot wide and
three to four in length. Attached to this platform was a wide, padded,
black nylon band much like a cummerbund, equipped with velcro closures.
The cummerbund was presently secured around the waist of a young woman
who lay face down on top of the mechanical contrivance. Because of her
prone position, Rick and his companions couldn't see her face, but judging
from every other young lady they'd seen during their brief period of
residence at The Youth Training Center, Rick had to assume that she was
reasonably attractive. She certainly had a handsome figure; long legs,
shapely hips, narrow waist, muscular back.
The girl's wrists were bound in the restraint cuffs at either end of the
tubular cross bar at the head of the apparatus, and her head hung down
between her arms. A veritable cascade of luxurious long blond hair hung
down the left side of her neck, almost touching the floor. Her ankles were
similarly restrained in cuffs near the floor at the lower end of the
complex machine such that her legs were spread to either side of the
longitudinal rails.
The man the trainees would later come to know as the Coach was in the
process of securing a shining metallic cylinder to the tubular frame
between the young woman's thighs. Rick and his companions watched in
silence as the man removed a cover on one end of the mysterious cylinder,
exposing a system of gears and cams. Next he attached a heavy electrical
cable to the unit.
Then, satisfied with his work thus far, the big man turned and once
again addressed Rick and his student companions. "Welcome to the
Gymnasium, gentlemen," the man said warmly. "During your employment with
the Center you will spend many hours in this facility, and it is my job to
familiarize you with the many highly specialized pieces of equipment you
see around you," he explained. "Around here, they call me 'The Coach', and
this is my domain. All scheduling for time on apparatus or the free
exercise areas must be done through me. Do I make myself clear?" The Coach
was a slightly older man, perhaps in his late fifties. He had a commanding
presence. The three trainees quickly nodded their understanding.
Gesturing toward the apparatus beside him, the Coach said proudly, "This
little beauty is called the Vaginal Sequencer. Most of us refer to it
affectionately as 'The Silent Partner'. The Partner is used primarily as a
corrective and instructional device," the man continued. "As you have
probably already learned, one of our NonNegotiable Standards states that
Guests shall remain silent while being attended to. Some of our young
ladies are either habitually noisy lovers, like Miss McCain here." The
Coach turned and placed his hand on the left buttock of the young blond.
"Other Guests, in particular during their first few weeks of enrollment,
tend to complain more often than not while being attended to. Whatever the
reasons for their transgressions may be, at TYTC vociferous Guests are
simply not tolerated," he said with conviction. "If her Handler is feeling
charitable, he may choose to ignore early infractions, but if the Guest
persists in disregarding our Standards, she must eventually be dealt with.
That's where the Vaginal Sequencer comes in," The Coach explained.
"You've arrived at an opportune time, gentlemen, for me to demonstrate
the effectiveness of Vaginal Sequencer," the Coach said, stepping to a
stainless steel cabinet nearby. Rick and his companions moved closer to
the device for a better view. Glancing down at its young blond occupant,
Rick's eye was immediately drawn to the rounded end of the CAP Device that
protruded from between her shapely buttocks.
Rick understood that all of the Guests were fitted with one of the
special anal appliances. In addition to being used for control and
disciplinary purposes, the composite anal inserts provided the bearers with
a constant centering point, around which they may focus their thoughts and
avoid distractions.
"I was preparing Miss McCain for an hour or two of what we call 'Quiet
Time', "The Coach went on to explain to the three student Handlers. "So if
you'll bear with me while I get her started, I'll have some time to give
you a proper tour of our gymnasium."
"No problem, Coach," Rick said, immediately taking a liking to the older
man. He was both dedicated and efficient. In fact, the Coach was the very
kind of man that Rick one day hoped to emulate.
The Coach opened the metal cabinet and reached inside. When he turned
back to the specialty apparatus he held in one hand three relatively small
artificial penises. They were approximately seven inches long and a half
inch in diameter, and each was attached to the end of a thin composite rod
about two feet in length. The three phalluses were, of course,
anatomically correct in every way. In his other hand he held a large tube
of lubricating gel.
"As you can see," the Coach said as he stepped to the foot of the
apparatus. "I have already attached the sensory input umbilical cables."
The three trainees observed the many wires that led from the Vaginal
Sequencer to a central panel located on a separate pedestal close by. The
Coach placed the three phalluses and the tube of lubricant on a ledge near
the girl's left knee, then went on with his description of the device.
"One cable is attached to the collar around Miss McCain's neck. The sensor
built into this collar is designed to detect the slightest sound made by
her, as will the sensor I've attached with adhesive pads to her lower
abdomen just below the navel and the two you see here at the bottom of her
rib cage on either side of her spine." He pointed to two small disks that
were stuck to the young lady's fair skin and their associated umbilical
wiring. Once her Quiet Time has begun, the most minute of sounds will be
instantly detected, and will in turn activate the device's automatic
disciplinary function. Any questions so far?" the Coach asked.
"No, sir," the Handler trainee named Doug answered for the group.
"A new enhancement, designed and implemented this year, allows us to
enforce the Eye Contact Standard as well," the Coach said, pointing to a
small video camera mounted just above the young blond's head. "When we
begin, Miss McCain will be instructed to direct her gaze toward the camera
you see here. If during the period of her Quiet Time, she should choose to
either close her eyes or to look away from the camera lens, tiny lasers
focused on the corneas of her eyes will trigger the disciplinary circuits
should preset parameters for eye motion be violated. In addition," the
Coach went on to explain, "The camera records her facial expressions, pupil
dilation and skin color. This information coupled with other recorded data
such as blood pressure, respiration rate and body temperature can later be
used to log statistics on degree of reaction to stimulation, timing of
climax, etc.."
Noticing an expression of astonishment on the face of one of the young
student Handler's, the Coach smiled. "Oh yes," he exclaimed, anticipating
the trainee's question. "Miss McCain will most definitely experience
orgasm during her Quiet Time, several actually.
"Let us not forget the essence of the TYTC Credo," the Coach said. Then
he quoted, "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."
After pausing for effect, he went on. "You will all be given the
opportunity to review the files and video logs of as many Guests as you
wish. These records will provide you with ample proof that the base
premise of our Credo is indeed viable. I assure you." Again he paused.
"Now, do we have any questions at all before we begin?"
Rick raised his hand.
"Yes, sir," the Coach said pointing to Rick. "May I know your name
please."
"My name is Rick."
"Very well, Rick, and what is your question?" the Coach inquired.
"How do you determine the proper amount of time that a Guest must spend
on the apparatus?" the astute trainee asked.
"A very good question," the Coach answered. "Miss McCain is a healthy
young lady, fifteen years of age. She has been with us now for
approximately four months, and is beginning to become relatively
cooperative for a female in her age group, although she was quite a
challenge at first." He patted the young blond affectionately on her
bottom. Then as he went on, the Coach began to slowly rotate her CAP device
with his finger tips. The girl squirmed almost unnoticeably but remained
silent. "Miss McCain's greatest difficulty at this phase of her
conditioning is that she tends to become quite vocal during times of
extreme arousal and most especially during climax."
The Coach noticed quizzical looks on the faces of his students. "Let me
explain something to you," he said. "For centuries, the female has used
the simulated or faked orgasm as a means to control her mate and both the
pace and duration of her amorous engagements. There's a lot of psychology
involved here, but put simply, the female will seek to control the male by
allowing him to believe that he has satisfied her. This makes him feel
capable and virile which in turn renders him more susceptible to
suggestion. Additionally," the Coach went on to explain, "if the female
later pretends not to be satisfied by the male, she can rather effectively
erode both his self-confidence and position of authority within the
relationship.
"We have determined through many hours of observation and testing that a
significant percentage of simulated female orgasms are quite vocal and
noisy. Thus, it was decided that in the interest of the emotional security
of the male partner, the Fully Functional Female should remain silent
during copulation. This philosophy was incorporated into the original TYTC
conceptual documents and later became one of the Eight Non-Negotiable
Standards of our Training Doctrine. You will find these Standards posted
prominently in every room in this facility," the Coach said, nodding toward
a large sign on the nearby wall. Then he paused while the trainees read.
Our Non-Negotiable Standards:
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 direct eye contact with their partner or partners
while
being attended to. 7. Guests shall remain silent while being attended
to. 8. Unsupervised fraternization between Guests is strictly forbidden.
"To answer your question, Rick," the Coach said. "We leave the Guest on
the Vaginal Sequencer long enough for her to experience multiple orgasms.
The actual time will vary considerably from one young lady to the next, but
for the purposes of this regimen, we wish for her to climax, and at the
same time, we expect for her to resist her instincts and remain silent in
the process. In this instance we use the female orgasm to our advantage to
teach her discipline and self-control," the Coach lectured. "There will be
other times, however, when we might decide that to withhold orgasm would be
more beneficial than to allow it."
Seeing looks of bafflement on the faces of his students, the Coach
paused for a moment then continued reassuringly. "The theory of Managed
Orgasm is extremely complex and will require many hours of study and
training before any of you will fully understand its true purpose and
practice. Rest assured, however, that you will all be thoroughly
instructed in both theory and technique. On this you have my word," the
Coach promised solemnly.
"So, enough theory and history," he said after a moment. "We don't want
to keep Miss McCain waiting any longer, do we?" Without further delay, the
powerful man dressed in the coveted white coveralls of a TYTC Handler moved
to the foot of the Vaginal Sequencer. "These are called the vaginal
manipulators," he said holding up one of the small artificial penises by
its connecting rod for the students to examine more closely. "At first
glimpse, one might ask why they are relatively small in comparison to many
of our other insertion devices," the Coach commented as he squeezed a
goodly dollop of the specialized lubricant onto the head of the instrument.
"The answer, as you will soon see, is quite simple," he explained as
without hesitation he reached between the young blond's legs, spread her
outer labia with the fingers of his free hand and with admirable adeptness,
inserted the pre-lubricated artificial penis into her vagina.
"Silence, Miss McCain!" the Coach barked when he detected a soft moan
from the girl. He picked up a second device, and while he lubricated its
tip he continued with his lecture. "Contained within each manipulator are
the disciplinary circuits I referred to earlier, as well as tiny ducts
through which lubricants and other solutions can be introduced into the
Guest's interior."
"What do these disciplinary circuits do?" one of Rick's companions asked
as the Coach pushed the second vaginal manipulator into the restrained
teenager.
"I'm glad you ask that question," the Coach commented with a smile as he
picked up the third and final device. Although they are practically
invisible, along the length of the shaft of each manipulator there are
numerous tiny electrical contacts or terminals. When a protocol violation
is detected by a sensing device, a corrective pulse is delivered through
these contacts. The results are quite remarkable," the Coach assured his
audience. In addition to the corrective charge, these same tiny terminals
can be used to provide what can best be described as an electrical
palpation of the vaginal walls, causing the muscles to contract and relax
in much the same manner as they would during sexual apogee. This feature
is often used to "tip a girl over the edge" so to speak, should her
inherent or imagined inhibitions make it difficult for her to experience
orgasm.
"Your capacity is showing a marked improvement, Miss McCain," the Coach
murmured in an almost fatherly tone of voice as he slowly worked the third
artificial penis into the confines of the young teenager's vagina. From
his vantage point, Rick saw the muscles in her shapely thighs flex in
response to the invasion on her person. "I hope you've been keeping up
with your Kegel Exercises, my dear," he said.
Then the Coach stood upright and patted her on the rear. Turning to his
students, he said, "Miss McCain is now, what we refer to as, fully
involved. I was just complimenting her on her increased vaginal capacity.
Even though we are using petite manipulators for Miss McCain today, she has
exhibited consistent improvement in her carrying capacity. When she first
came to us Miss McCain was a virgin, and had difficulty with even the
smallest insertion instruments. She'd led a very sheltered life, you
understand." Then with a proud smile the Coach added, "We've spent a lot of
time together, she and I, and if you care to have a look, you will see the
results of our efforts."
The three Handler Candidates crowded around the foot of the Vaginal
Sequencer and stared at the fascinating sight between the young blond's
legs. From what Rick could see of her, Miss McCain was reasonably plump in
the genital area. In spite of being tightly stretched around a
considerable payload, her heavy labia majora remained noticeably well
rounded. Upon closer inspection, Rick could see the round butt end of only
one of the three vaginal manipulators. The entire mass of the other two
was contained within the youngster, rendering them invisible except for the
thin composite rods which extended past her knees.
After giving the three young men time to study his handiwork, the Coach
stepped between Rick and Doug. "If you'll kindly pay close attention now,
I will attach the connecting rods to the Driver which is this piece of
machinery right here," he said placing a hand affectionately on the
cylindrical mechanism. "As I mentioned earlier, the system has the
capability to deliver fluids into the subject. This is accomplished
through the connecting rods which are hollow," the man in white explained
as he carefully fitted the end of one of the thin rods into the cam
receiver in the driver mechanism. "Additionally, the rods contain a
coaxial conductor in order to facilitate the efficient transfer of
electrical energy." He attached the second shaft. "You will note that I
must partially extract the last manipulator from Miss McCain in order to
couple it to the driver head," the Coach instructed his students. The
reason for this will become abundantly clear when the apparatus is switched
on and our young lady's Quiet Time begins."
That having been said, the Coach stepped to the control console. "I
believe we are about ready to begin. Are you quite comfortable, Miss
McCain?" he asked. It was the first direct question he'd put to the young
woman since they'd begun, and she was expected to respond. After a moment,
she raised her head and turned toward the powerful older man.
The Coach had to suppress a chuckle when he heard the combined gasps
from the three trainees. It was the first time they'd seen the girl's face
since they'd arrived, and as everyone in the employ of The Youth Training
Center would agree, Miss Shannon-Elizabeth McCain was a remarkably stunning
young lady. She was, in fact, a fifteen year old edition of the famous
super model, Rebecca Romijn. The resemblance could only be described as
uncanny.
Ironically, prior to her delivery to the Center, Shannon was being
prepped by her ultra-conservative parents for her own career in modeling.
At age thirteen, she'd won no less than four very prestigious Jr. Miss
beauty pageants, and had immediately caught the eye of several modeling
industry scouts. Shannon's middleclass parents had their sights set on
wealth and comfort, and their beautiful daughter was their ticket to the
leisure life.
Unfortunately for Mr. and Mrs. McCain, Shannon-Elizabeth caught the
eye of a great many individuals. It was one of these anonymous admirers
who contracted with TYTC to have the young beauty queen prepared for an
entirely different sort of life style.
The girl refused to answer the Coach at first. Rick watched enthralled
as the older man calmly returned her rather icy stare, then reached down
and flipped a toggle switch, causing a green LED to glow above it. Rick
glanced quickly toward the blond Guest, but she gave no indication that
anything had happened. The Coach flipped a second switch. A second green
LED ignited on the panel, and a soft hiss was heard from the direction of
the Silent Partner. There was an immediate reaction from the beautiful
blond teenager this time. Her facial expression indicating her surprise
when the warm lubricant was injected into her.
The solution was specially formulated by the TYTC laboratories to very
closely simulate the qualities of her own natural lubricants. The talented
laboratory technicians had managed to produce a synthesized vaginal fluid
that was identical in both texture and viscosity to the genuine article.
There were, in fact, plans on the drawing board to bottle and distribute
the product on pharmacy shelves. Profits from sales would be channeled
back into research and development.
The Vaginal Sequencer monitored resistance on the manipulators and
automatically injected lubricant into the female subject as necessary in
order to ensure a smooth and relatively painless operation.
The Coach stepped away from the controls, and the girl stared at him
warily as he approached. "I thought we were making such great progress,
Miss McCain," the man in white commented as he stood beside the machine.
"What's made you decide to become difficult again?" he asked with mock
disappointment.
The look the girl gave him could have melted steel, but The Coach had
seen exactly the same display of disrespect and contempt a thousand times
before. His hand moved so quickly that Rick almost missed it when the
professional Handler reached out without warning and slapped the butt end
of her CAP Device. What followed can best be described as a compound
reaction.
Abruptly the blond's nostrils flared and her deep blue eyes shot wide
open. "Uuunngghh!" she grunted in a most unladylike fashion.
Two of the tiny vibration sensors responded to the girl's outburst, the
one located just over her larynx in the collar she wore and the one pressed
against her lower abdomen. Micro-switches in the machine's CPU closed, and
a circuit was made. Coded electrical impulses were sent to the Discipline
Control Processor, and the three large capacitors were charged. These
combined operations, of course, took place in a few milli-seconds, and what
resulted was the discharge of a 300 watt/second burst of electrical energy
which was conducted down the three connecting rods and delivered to the
convoluted walls of Miss Shannon Elizabeth McCain's vagina.
The second half of the compound reaction was impressive. As the blond
beauty queen's head flew back and her strong back arched to an incredible
angle, the ready light on the control panel of the Silent Partner winked,
indicating that the capacitors were already recharged and prepared to
deliver another pulse whenever it was called for.
"As you can see," the Coach explained. "I have enabled the disciplinary
circuits." Ignoring the girl's obvious distress, he stepped to the
controls. "Prior to Miss McCain being treated to a corrective discharge as
a result of her audible transgression," the Coach continued in a purely
clinical manner, "she was injected with a special lubricant to better
facilitate her time on the Partner."
The three astonished trainees stared at the girl, who was only now
settling back into a prone position on the apparatus, her breathing rapid
and thready. Then they shifted their attentions to their instructor who
continued to lecture them as if nothing out of the ordinary at all had
occurred.
Rick glanced back at the lovely blond teenager while he tried to follow
what was being said. A sheen of perspiration covered her back and
shoulders, and her head hung down between her outstretched arms.
"To summarize," the Coach said after clearing his throat. "The start-up
procedure for the Vaginal Sequencer is as follows: After the Guest is
restrained, sensors are fitted, and the vaginal manipulators are inserted.
She should be asked once, and only once if she is ready to begin. She is
expected to reply. If not, then action should be taken. Next the
Disciplinary Circuits should be enabled, followed by lubricant injection.
Is everyone with me so far?" The Coach looked at his students. All three
men nodded. "Very well. There is one final instruction that should be
given before her Quiet Time begins, and that is..."
The Coach paused and stepped to the head of apparatus. He leaned down,
and with surprising gentleness he placed two fingers beneath the girl's
chin and raised her face up to his.
"Miss McCain do you see this camera lens right here?" he asked, pointing
to the recording device. "Do not speak. Just nod your head if you
understand what I am telling you," the Coach warned.
Still somewhat stunned from what had felt to her like a kick in the
belly, only from the inside, the blond nodded.
"You've already seen what happens if you should make even the slightest
sound." He paused for effect. "Furthermore, Miss McCain, during your Quiet
Time, you will be expected to keep your eyes on this camera just as you
would the eyes of your partner. If you look away, or close your eyes, you
will receive a correction. Do you understand?" She nodded again. "Very
well," the Coach said. "Now kindly do as you're told and look into the
camera for me." He could see the pure hatred in her expression as the girl
stared at the recording device.
"I don't know what's gotten into her," the Coach said almost
apologetically to the three trainees. He switched on the laser motion
sensor and aimed it into her icy blue eyes. "She was behaving so well last
week. Oh well," he shrugged as he stepped behind the control console. "No
matter how well we think we know them, they can always surprise us," he
commented good-naturedly.
Actually that wasn't at all true. The Coach had worked with so many
young women during his eleven year tenure with the Center that he
understood them very well. Most of these girls were child's play for him.
He could easily see through their attempts to either seduce or deceive him.
He was able to predict their thoughts and anticipate their actions. Every
young lady who came to be a Guest at The Youth Training Center visited the
Gymnasium, and every one spent many hours of quality time with the Coach.
He was a talented and trusted Senior Handler, and his methods were very
successful and highly effective.
"We are now ready to begin," the Coach announced. He flipped a third
toggle switch on the panel in front of him. A third LED flashed to life,
and immediately all eyes turned to the Silent Partner and its lovely
occupant.
The three vaginal manipulators immediately began to move and continued
unrelentingly. The gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams, which
moved the connecting rods back and forth, which unfailingly pushed and
pulled the three synthetic penises in and out of Shannon-Elizabeth in a
steady, sequential order much like the pistons of a rotary style
compressor. By design, the sequential action of the device insured that
there was no time that she would be left completely empty.
The first correction came just seconds after the Partner started its
work, and was the result of a muffled grunt made by the unhappy teenager.
The second followed very soon thereafter when she winced and close her
eyes, breaking the laser motion detection beam. It didn't take too many
more, however, before the girl got the message.
Rick heard a sharp hiss as more lubricant was delivered into the beauty
queen. At The Youth Training Center foreplay was entirely optional and
even discouraged. After all, Standard Number Three states that Guests
shall make themselves available to staff members at all times. That means
that a Guest must be ready to make love with little to no warning. Some
Handlers used artificial lubricant, but most of the more seasoned staff
members felt that it was up to the Guest to react to the situation
accordingly.
Even with the benefit of her monthly doses of Thelazine,
Shannon-Elizabeth hadn't begun to adequately self-lubricate. The Silent
Partner, sensing increased vaginal resistance through its busy team of
manipulators, reacted automatically to her needs and would continue to do
so as needed for the next two hours.
Rick and his companions watched in awe as the incredible device made
love to the pretty teenager. Following the few initial corrective pulses,
she settled down and remained reasonably quiet. Rick glanced at his
wristwatch. Twenty-five minutes had passed since the device was switched
on. The only sounds that came from the Vaginal Sequencer and its lovely
occupant now were the steady whine of turning gears, and of course, the
liquid sounds of female arousal. The sounds of Shannon's increased
breathing rate, resulting from the machine's attentions were permissible by
the computerized sensors attached to her body, but the slightest groan,
whimper or grunt was instantly rewarded. As the three manipulators moved
relentlessly in and out of the young girl, Rick noticed that her hips began
to move slowly to their cadence.
"I'll be damned," he muttered. He never would have believed it were
someone to tell him that a female would respond so quickly to the wonderful
contrivance.
Overhearing the young trainee, the Coach nodded and smiled knowingly.
Then to the group he explained. "The entire operation is pretty much
automatic. At this time, if we had another Guest who required our
attention, we could safely leave Miss McCain in the capable 'hands' of the
Partner. She will continue to be lubricated as necessary. The electronic
vaginal wall palpation function will engage if after a preset time has
elapsed the device has recorded no natural spasms or contractions. And, of
course, all verbal transgressions will be corrected as needed," the Coach
said as the men watched the amazing events unfurl before them.
"All of her physiological reactions to stimulation will be recorded.
including her vital signs, facial expressions and the eventual intensity
and frequency of vaginal contraction during climax. So, gentlemen," the
Coach said casually, "let's leave Miss McCain and her lover alone for
awhile, and I'll give you the 'Cook's Tour'."
Miss McCain's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of
her situation after approximately forty minutes on the "Partner". Her
habitual moan of pleasure was rewarded by a mind numbing pulse of internal
fire. The Partner monitored its occupant, faithfully logging her reactions
and the number of corrections she received. The camera recorded every
wince and every look of concern and wonder on her face. With the exception
of her initial outbursts and the one orgasmic vocalization, Miss
Shannon-Elizabeth McCain, ex-beauty pageant queen, went on to enjoy over
two full hours of mechanical companionship in almost complete silence.
During her first period of Quiet Time, the Partner logged nine intense
orgasms.
"All climaxes with the exception of her first were accomplished within
prescribed audio parameters," the Coach later noted in Shannon-Elizabeth's
permanent record.
Continued... SM
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