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Authors Note: To all of my readers who waited patiently and a few not
so patiently, here is the ending to "The Twins". Thank you for your
forbearance. I hope the story proves to be worth the wait.
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. 3.2 - The Twins
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.
Deflorations are routine at The Youth Training Center. They are
performed almost daily, especially since the number of incoming new
Guests continues to rise. The procedure can be delicate, and
therefore is not generally performed by just any Handler or Associate.
It has long been known that the taking of a young lady's virginity can
be a very significant event in her life, and one that she will
usually remember for many years. The fact that, in a young girl's
life, this single experience is so symbolic and indelible, prompted
us to study the phenomenon very thoroughly. As a result of many
years of research and observation, the process of defloration has been
fully integrated into our program of conditioning, and it remains
today a valuable teaching aid.
With but a very few exceptions, at TYTC, our Guests make that
momentous transition from child to womanhood under carefully
controlled conditions in specialized chambers known as "Defloration
Rooms". By employing the most technologically advanced equipment and
techniques, we attempt to provide each of our young ladies with a
most unforgettable experience.
Occasionally, if it is deemed appropriate, a Guest is deflowered using
mechanical means, but we use this method sparingly. Mostly this
technique is reserved for exceptionally young subjects where the girl
might otherwise be injured. We want a Guest to regard her first
experience with a male as compulsory and inevitable, but we see no
reason for it to be excruciatingly painful or physically damaging. It
has been proven, however, that any negative psychological effects
resulting from the occasion will disappear in time as the Guest
continues to be provided with bountiful and diverse sexual impetus.
Thus, shortly after our youngest Guests are deflowered, they are
introduced to male companions to begin their education.
We have long felt that the occasion tends to leave a more profound
impression on a young lady when a human element is involved. As a
rule, we employ the services of Handlers who have undergone many
hours of detailed training specific to this sensitive procedure in
order to ensure the quality and consistency of the experience. At
that special moment when she accepts her first lover, his face will be
indelibly embossed upon her memory, making that person a pivotal
character in her new life at TYTC.
One truly fascinating aspect about this part of her training is that
as often as not, a young lady will later develop a respectful and
binding relationship with her first lover, regardless of the
circumstances of her initial coupling. This devotion can then be
molded and developed into a powerful motivation for her to do well in
her training.
Although it was not Herb who's penis deftly tore away young Melanie
Nesbit's guardian membrane, it was his face that the youngster would
remember forever. Lying face down atop the Defloration Stand, a piece
of equipment designed specifically for this very special occasion, the
fourteen year old achieved womanhood with but a single muted cry.
It is well known that the rear entry or Service Position One
properly aligns the vaginal passage to allow maximum penetration. At
the same time, the kneeling position is widely believed to be the
most submissive position for the female. At all times during love
making she is under the control of her companion which helps to
instill a sense of servility that she will hopefully carry with her
into future engagements.
The Defloration Stand is an uncomplicated device designed to
facilitate the rear entry. It is a low table approximately four feet
in length and three feet wide. It has a padded vinyl top and a
kneeling bench at one end. The Guest kneels upon the lower padded
bench, bends at the waist then positions herself face down upon the
vinyl covered upper surface. Once her knees are spread sufficiently
on the kneeling bench, the Guest's vaginal passage will lie parallel
to the table's surface. When used in conjunction with the drug
Ketamine, no restraints are necessary, but if a more animated
experience is desired, she can be easily bound to the device using
standard restraints.
Melanie Nesbit was placed face down on just such a device. She was
then given an injection of Ketamine, the specialty drug which causes
temporary paralysis of the motor nervous system while leaving the
reproductive, sensory and endocrine systems intact and fully
functional. Then while her new Principal Handler, Herb, held her
arms outstretched in front of her which served to further align the
young teenager's birth canal, the last vestige of Melanie Nesbit's
childhood was skillfully swept away by Herb's fellow Associate,
Brent. Sitting directly in front of the young girl, Herb observed
every poignant wince and wide-eyed display of surprise and wonder on
the little blond's face as, after lining up his approach precisely,
Brent pushed the slightly pointed head of his penis through Melanie's
virginal membrane and into her previously unvisited interior.
As always, it was a touching experience for all concerned. Herb never
tired of witnessing the delightful expressions on a young girl's face
as she accepts her first lover. Brent, having trained for many hours
for this moment, experienced a deep sense of fulfillment and closure.
And for young Melanie the episode would, of course, never be
forgotten. The apprehension she'd experienced initially, the
stretching and brief stinging surge of carnal anguish leading up to
that magical moment, were forever etched upon Melanie Nesbit's
psyche.
The cry of her passage into womanhood was brief as Melanie's attention
was quickly drawn to the spell binding sensations of internal heat
and fullness that flooded throughout her being. Because she was in
the hands of experts, the initial pain and trauma of her special
moment was lessened considerably. Where a less experienced partner
would probably have begun to deliver to the youngster right away,
Brent conducted himself like the highly trained professional that he
was. Although his young partner's nubile vaginal muscles were
exceptionally fit and the portal to her unexplored depths
gratifyingly tight, Brent exercised remarkable self-control and
resisted the temptation to bull his way into the girl. He glanced
down between Melanie's shapely buttocks where the balance of his
eight inch penis remained unsheathed for the time being. The Handler
held perfectly still, allowing Melanie's anatomy to adjust around
him. He could not see her face, since Herb had positioned her head
in the table's chin cradle, but he was able to enjoy her soft whimpers
and moaning when after a few moments, he advanced into her a little
farther. He was instantly rewarded with a crushing vaginal
contraction. Brent made a mental note to mention in Miss Nesbit's
file that she would not need Kegel training for awhile. So sudden
was her contraction, in fact, that Melanie caught Brent off guard,
partially forcing him out of herself.
"She's very good," Brent commented approvingly to his partner who sat
studying the youngster's face. Glancing down, he noticed that the end
of his shaft was coated with a pinkish, silken fluid. "She's already
starting to self-lubricate with minimal bleeding," Brent reported to
Melanie's Principal Handler.
"That's a good girl," Herb complimented his young charge while he
watched her expression evolve from one of worry and self-doubt to
that of thoughtful introspection as his fellow Associate began to make
love to her. Leaning closer, Herb whispered, "Just relax,
sweetheart, and take Brent in. He's going to help you to feel really
special, I promise. I can see that you're not like your sister. Are
you, baby?" Melanie winced and closed her clear blue eyes when her
lover's penis completed its journey, pressing firmly against the back
of her birth canal. "Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Herb cautioned.
"Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner while
being attended to," he said, quoting one of the Center's Non-
Negotiable Standards. "You're not at all like your sister," he then
murmured almost tenderly as he placed his hand upon her cheek.
Melanie's body rocked slowly to and fro as Brent got up a rhythm.
"You're a good girl, and you like making love, don't you, baby?
Don't you?" Herb whispered.
Every Handler involved with the training of the twin sisters had
gotten a chance to study the two girls' dossiers. Although Marina
Nesbit was the more sexually active of the two siblings and already
had a history of several amorous exploitations, it was Melanie Nesbit
who interested many of the professional men including the Headmaster
of TYTC. Based upon past experience, they had learned that often
times the more demure and less experienced young ladies turn out to be
the most capable and impassioned lovers.
All of the many pent up frustrations that Melanie kept inside as a
result of her subconscious envy of her sister's romantic activities,
and the deep seated resentment she felt from being repeatedly
overlooked in favor of her more provocative twin, partially eclipsed
the more egregious aspects of her immediate circumstances. The facts
that her first lover was at least three times her age, and that he'd
taken her against her will were initially quite unsettling for the
more reserved Nesbit twin, but as Brent's slow and patient thrusts
progressed, and Melanie's steadfast lover introduced her to stretches
of her anatomy that she had no idea existed, the fourteen year old
began to participate.
The two men worked with Melanie for a little over an hour. They
carefully observed her reactions to their attentions, and her
Handler, Herb, made extensive notes in her file regarding the young
girl's encouraging degree of cooperation. Unlike her more
disagreeable twin sister, Melanie Nesbit appeared far more willing to
accept her fate.
Mid-way through her defloration experience, Melanie was given an
antidote to the immobilizing agent, Ketamine, and her motor functions
quickly returned. Brent gripped the young girl tightly by her hips
just in case she decided to become combative, but to both his and
Herb's delight, Melanie did not try to escape or even resist Brent's
continued attentions. After a moment, she was told to raise herself
up onto her hands and arch her back. Amazingly, she did exactly as
she was told.
"Arch your back more, please and look at me over your shoulder, Miss
Nesbit," Brent instructed somewhat breathlessly. He continued to take
her with the long, measured strokes of a true professional. Then in
order to assure the proper management of her arousal, Brent would
occasionally deliver two or three short, chopping thrusts. The more
forceful strokes administered out of cadence kept the young lady off
balance and prevented her from becoming womb centered until her
Handler desired it.
Climax Management is one area to which TYTC continues to devote a
tremendous amount of research time and effort. Every Handler spends
hundreds of classroom hours studying this pivotal part of a young
lady's conditioning program.
Comprehensive analysis has shown that given the chance, the female of
the species will use the orgasm, or lack thereof, as a means of
maintaining control over the intensity and duration of the sexual
act. On a more insidious level, she will shape the event into a
reward system in an attempt to gain ultimate control over the
male/female relationship.
Put simply, Climax Management removes yet another avenue of control
open to her. Of course the concept is far more complex. The
psychological subtleties associated with either allowing or denying
orgasm are innumerable, and as mentioned earlier, are the basis of an
entire area of research at TYTC.
Herb and Brent decided in advance that if after defloration Melanie
was reasonably cooperative, she should be denied climax today. If,
on the other hand, she chose to be quarrelsome or combative, she
would be ramped to orgasm several times.
"You're being a very good girl your first time, Miss Nesbit," Brent
said patronizingly when she turned and gazed at him from over her
right shoulder. He and Herb were both somewhat surprised that the
pretty fourteen year old had taken to physical love so readily and
with virtually no protest what so ever.
Melanie wore an expression of confusion, as she stared back at the man
who was now a part of her. To this day she would never know what had
changed within her. It was as if someone had thrown a switch in her
psyche. It would be quite some time before Melanie would actually
enjoy a stranger's company, but for now, the exceptional degree of
acceptance and resignation that she exhibited in the hands of Brent
and Herb was very promising indeed.
In retrospect, Adam North suspected that subconsciously the youngster
had been longing for this occasion for many, many years, and had seen
it slip by so many times at the hands of her more adventurous
sibling. As a result, when the opportunity finally presented itself
for Melanie to experience the amorous attentions of a man without the
worry of Marina interfering, the more demure Nesbit twin clung to it
with the eagerness of a drowning person clinging to a life preserver.
North's theory was that once the fear of the initial act was behind
her, Melanie Nesbit was able to come to grips with the circumstances
of her surroundings and play the cards she'd been dealt. Others
would argue with this presumption, maintaining that the teenager was
actually emotionally traumatized to the point where she was unable to
resist. Time would tell as always.
In any case, Brent was rewarded with what might be described as an
expression of anxious fascination shortly after he unloaded his first
offering of liquid fire into the young girl's clutching birth canal.
Melanie, being by far the more chaste of the two sisters, really
didn't know what the odd yet somehow fulfilling sensation of rapidly
spreading warmth and pressure in her lower abdomen represented.
Brent, true to his profession, gave little to no indication of the
insemination as he pushed himself deeper into the lovely blond and
delivered a second hot, viscous sample of his DNA to the convoluted
interior lining of her vagina. He'd timed it perfectly. As Brent
watched a medley of expressions play across her pretty face, he
noticed that the teenager's neck and shoulders were flushed with
color. She too was very close to her sexual apogee, but because of
Brent's training and ability he was able to control the degree of her
arousal, and deny her climax. Melanie Nesbit would go away from her
first sexual encounter emotionally unfulfilled and wanting. Brent saw
to it, however, that she wasn't left physically unfulfilled. He
observed her expressions and reactions carefully while he served up
two additional portions of his bodily fluid into Melanie, filling her
to overflowing.
Melanie had, of course, attended a sex education class at school where
she'd learned about how babies are made, but having had absolutely no
experience with amorous relationships, she was still unaware of the
fact that she'd most likely been fertilized even when her lover
promptly extracted himself from her with a wet suctioning sound after
having accomplished his goals. Fortunately for Melanie, impregnation
was not planned as part of her training program, or a few weeks later
she would have received quite a surprise.
While Brent cleaned himself and zipped up, Herb addressed the somewhat
confused youngster. He could see it in her eyes. She was wondering
if that was all there was. Herb could almost read her thoughts.
"Isn't he even going to kiss me or something?" She was brooding.
"Miss Nesbit, you conducted yourself admirably for your first time,"
Herb complimented the girl.
Melanie stared at the man quizzically. Then she suddenly winced and
groaned aloud when her Handler stepped beside the Defloration Stand,
and after sampling a little of the mixture of semen and vaginal
fluids that seeped from within her, he casually pushed his middle
finger into her anal passage until his palm came to rest against her
damp buttocks.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered. "I was about to commend you for
maintain an acceptable degree of silence during your recent coupling
with Brent. Let's not backslide, OK?" he scolded as he rotated his
impaling digit in the teenager's tight little rectum. Then to his
partner he said, "Brent, will you take Presence for a minute while I
attend to Miss Nesbit's medical needs?"
"Sure thing, Herb," Brent replied good naturedly as the two men traded
places. Melanie was empty for only a fraction of a second. Then Herb
crossed the room to a big cabinet.
When he returned he carried in one hand a pneumatic vaccination gun
and in the other, a couple of small glass vials. While Brent
continued to probe Melanie's anal passage with his thick index
finger, Herb attached one of the two vials to the handle of the
auto-injector. Then with no warning what so ever, Herb pressed the
tip of the gun to Melanie's right buttock and squeezed the trigger.
"Snick..." the gun reported.
"Oww!" Melanie squeaked in surprise.
"Hush now, Miss Nesbit. You know that didn't hurt one bit," her
Handler chided.
"What did you do to me?" the teenager ventured a timid question.
Herb decided not to reprimand the girl for speaking out of turn this
time. "I have just administered a dose of our specialized
contraceptive." Melanie's mouth fell open. Suddenly it dawned upon
her what that strange, hot feeling in her tummy might have been.
"It's a rather unique drug, really," Herb went on in a conversational
tone of voice. "We find it to be highly effective in preventing
unwanted pregnancy, but should we desire to fertilize you, a simple
injection of an antidote will counteract the drugs effectiveness,
rendering you immediately able to conceive."
"You mean you might...?" Melanie couldn't finish her sentence. She
was suddenly terrified.
"Yes, indeed, Miss Nesbit. If we think that it will be beneficial to
your training that you become pregnant, then by all means, we will
see to it that you are fertilized." Herb paused to allow the
information to settle in. "But I wouldn't worry about that right
now. You won't have to be concerned with becoming pregnant, I promise
you. So you'll be able to devote all of your attentions to your
lovers."
While he spoke to the stunned youngster, Herb removed the empty vial
from his auto-injector and replaced it with another.
"Thelazine?" Brent asked casually nodding toward the vaccination gun
in his partner's hand.
"Yeah, I figure we might as well get her started." He turned toward
the blond teenager lying on the table before him.
"Noo," she implored him as Herb moved the tip toward her fanny.
"Snick...."
"What was that?" Melanie whined as she reached back with one hand and
gingerly rubbed her bottom.
At first, her Handler didn't answer. Instead, he turned and crossed
the room to return the vaccination gun to its cabinet. When he came
back, he smiled at his young charge for a moment then said, "Miss
Nesbit, you are going to be a very busy young lady during the next
few months. There will be times when you will entertain several
young men during the course of a day. Do you understand what I'm
saying?" he asked the girl.
"I...I... but..." Melanie was too stunned to answer, but if she
understood the man correctly, these people were going to make her
have sex again. A lot!
The second injection you have just received will assist you in your
efforts to become good friends with whomever we place you with each
day.
What Melanie had been given was her first monthly dosage of Thelazine.
Thelazine is nothing short of a miracle drug. It is not an
aphrodisiac in the sense that it does not affect the emotional or
mental state of the subject. The TYTC researchers and chemists
decided that in order to ensure that subjects would be cooperative,
and even submissive, their new compound should affect the sensory
nervous system and endocrine system and leave the subjects' mental
state unaltered. Thelazine influences a young lady's sense of touch,
specifically in those areas of her anatomy which pertain to
reproduction. Using complex processes of inductive stimulation far
too involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine provides
delicate augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known
as the erogenous zones. These chemical enhancements are virtually
undetectable to the female unless and until these areas of her anatomy
are in turn awakened by outside, or inside as the case may be,
stimuli. At that time, Thelazine gently "encourages" the subject to
"listen" and respond to the natural messages her body sends to her.
Cooperation is achieved through totally instinctive processes inherent
in every female. The truly splendid property of Thelazine is that
its effects are so subtle, that in the end the subject believes she
is cooperating of her own free will. Thelazine helps the young
ladies who come to TYTC make that crucial transition from victim to
participant with far less difficulty and anguish.
"So, I believe we're done here," Herb said after a moment. "I want
you to stand up, please, Miss Nesbit," he instructed the young girl.
Melanie groaned softly as she slowly slide off of the Defloration
Stand and stood up. She was pretty sore. Brent followed her
movements, taking care to keep his index finger implanted deeply in
her rear end.
"I'll take her from here, Brent," Herb said good naturedly. "Many
thanks for your able assistance. I'm sure Miss Nesbit will remember
you." He smiled at the girl and winked at his partner. Then with
practiced ease, the two Handlers traded places in Melanie's back
side.
"She's all yours," Brent said as he wiped his finger on a hand towel.
"Where's our little lady headed first?"
"Well, first she's gotta get fitted for a CAP Device, then I believe
the Headmaster wants to see both of the Nesbit girls in his
quarters."
"Ah ha," I thought Adam had a gleam in his eye for these two," Brent
said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess so," Herb responded. "So I suppose I'd better get her
bathed as well. The boss will probably keep them all night, I
suspect."
"Yup, make her nice for him. He needs a break every now and then.
God knows he deserves it," Brent said turning for the door. "Take
care, Herb. I'll see you later." He left.
That thing they'd put into her butt made her tummy ache, and her back
and legs too. Melanie waddled rather uncomfortably along behind her
Handler who led her by the hand down the long corridor like a little
kid. The bath felt pretty good, although, Melanie wasn't at all
happy about being bathed in front of a group of people. To make
matters worse, the person assigned to bathe her was no more than a boy
himself. Melanie suspected he might have been even younger than she.
In any case, the boy had taken a very long time bathing her and a
great deal of pleasure in touching her all over in the process.
Melanie couldn't remember ever being more embarrassed in her life.
"Here we are, Miss Nesbit," her Handler said as he stopped before an
unmarked door. "The Headmaster is expecting you, my dear," Herb said
almost cheerfully as he entered the code sequence into the keypad.
The door hissed open silently. Herb pulled Melanie forward then
ushered her through. "I'll be back for you in the morning, young
lady," Melanie's Handler said just before the door closed between
them.
The young teenager stood staring at the closed door for several
moments before turning. She was, of course unclothed, and stood
hugging herself in the cool air of the big comfortable looking
apartment. The room was deathly quiet. Melanie wasn't at all sure
what she was supposed to do next as she peered about pensively.
"Hello," she said at last in a tiny voice.
The room remained silent. Several minutes passed while the pretty
teen stood there uncertain of how to proceed. At last her innate
curiosity got the best of her, and Melanie padded toward an open door
across what must be the living room. The door led to a small
kitchen. No one was there either.
"What now?" Melanie whispered to herself. Then she heard a sound. It
came from the direction of a hallway that opened into the living area
immediately to her left.
"Hello," Melanie called softly from the entrance to the dimly lit
corridor. There was no answer, but she was certain that she heard
the sound running water. Cautiously she crept down the short hallway
until she reached the end. The sounds were louder now, and without a
doubt they came from the door to her right. Driven on by curiosity
alone, Melanie reached for the knob, and quickly realized that there
was none.
"What the?" she muttered and was about to turn to leave, although she
had no idea where she was going to go. Before returning to the
living room and an uncertain future, however, the inquisitive
youngster leaned her head closer to the door in an attempt to maybe
figure out what was going on in the room behind. In so doing,
Melanie placed the palm of her left hand onto the smooth surface of
the door. Abruptly the door hissed open, sliding silently into a
recess in the wall, and eliciting a startled squeak from the nervous
little blond.
Melanie peeked through the open doorway for several moments, reluctant
to step into what was obviously a bedroom. What she'd heard earlier
was now unmistakably the sound of a shower running. It came from an
open door to her left, the bathroom, no doubt. Melanie was quite
anxious. Directly in front of her, against the far wall of the room,
was a very big bed, and in it lay a small figure covered with a
sheet. Even from across the room, something about the person looked
familiar.
It has been said that identical twins share a mystical common
awareness unknown to others. Whatever the reason, Melanie knew a
with certainty that it was her sister, Marina lying there in that
bed. Without a thought for her personal security, Melanie stole
across the room to the side of the bed. She was correct in her
assumption that the person in the bed was indeed her twin sister.
Marina Nesbit's thick blond hair framed her pretty face against the
background of the dark copper colored satin pillowcase. She appeared
to be sleeping peacefully.
"Marina?" Melanie whispered. "Marina, can you hear me. Wake up," she
implored her slumbering sibling a bit louder. In the background, the
sounds of running water ceased, but Melanie didn't notice, so intent
was she upon rousing her sister. "Wake up, Marina. It's me,
Melanie," the girl said more insistently, as she shook her sister
gently by her shoulder.
The pretty blond girl in the bed stirred. Then after a moment she
slowly opened her eyes. "Are you OK, Marina?" Melanie said in a
hushed voice. "I was so worried about you. These men, this place,"
she went on, hugging herself again. Melanie glanced quickly around
the room. Then she realized that her sister hadn't responded to her
at all. "Marina?" Melanie called to her sister as she gazed down at
her.
Marina Nesbit was awake. Her blue eyes were open, but they appeared
dull and lifeless, and she wore an empty expression which
characterized a distinct lack of recognition as she smiled dumbly up
at Melanie.
"Marina? What are we going to do, Marina?" Melanie asked of her more
outgoing and assertive sister. It wasn't Marina who answered
Melanie's question, however.
What Melanie didn't know was that her sister had remained obstinate
and combative throughout her entire orientation period. Even after
having spent several hours in the company of several TYTC Associates,
the head strong Nesbit girl still refused to cooperate. So when it
came time to deliver her to the Headmaster who desired some well
deserved recreation and relaxation, Marina Nesbit was given an
injection of a specialized compound to help her become more
emotionally accommodating. In addition, her dosage of Thelazine was
adjusted slightly higher to ensure that the obstinate teenager
responded more quickly to her inherent feminine impulses.
"To answer your question, Miss Nesbit," a familiar voice spoke from
across the room. "You two young ladies and I are going to spend some
quality time together."
Startled, Melanie looked in the direction of the voice and saw Adam
North, the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center, moving toward
her. He wore a knee length emerald green robe, and as he approached
he finished drying his hair with a big plush bath towel. Tossing the
towel onto the floor at the foot of the bed, North stepped in front
of Melanie.
Completely unabashedly, the man placed his right hand on the naked
teenager's shoulder. "And how are you, Miss Nesbit? I trust you've
been treated well so far," he said as he gently took Melanie by the
chin and raised her troubled eyes to his. Then, practicing the
standard greeting procedure, North dropped his hand from Melanie's
face.
"Nnnn," the distressed teenager whined as his finger tips slipped into
her warm pubic curls then pressed firmly upward against her resilient
flesh. Instinctively Melanie tried to pull away from him.
"Stand still, Miss Nesbit and be silent!" North barked with such
authority that the agitated girl froze instantly. "That's much
better," he said in a softer tone as he rubbed her slowly. "Your
Handler tells me that you've been very cooperative so far. Let's not
spoil things now, shall we." North held the frightened teenager's
gaze locked to his like a sparrow before a viper. "I understand that
you accepted your first lover this morning, Miss Nesbit," the
Headmaster continued in a conversational tone of voice as he slipped
his middle finger between the heavy folds of her labia majora. North
heard her inhale sharply when his finger tip touched her special
place. "Were you nice to him, Miss Nesbit?" he asked smiling down at
her condescendingly. Her hips jerked reflexively as the Headmaster
swirled his finger over the tiny shroud covering Melanie's clitoris.
"Answer me, Miss Nesbit," North demanded. "Were you nice to your
first lover? Did you behave yourself, young lady?"
Melanie blushed hotly. She'd never felt so vulnerable and so
humiliated. At last she was able to tear her eyes from his. Melanie
looked away. "Uh huh," she answered so softly that she could barely
be heard.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," North corrected her harshly. As her eyes
darted back to his he quoted one of the Non-negotiable Standards of
TYTC. "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or
partners while being attended to."
After what seemed like an eternity, the man removed his hand from
Melanie. Then placing both hands onto her shoulders, North turned
the troubled teen and peeked behind her. "Ah, I see that you've been
fitted with your CAP Device, my dear," he commented almost jovially.
He dropped his right hand down and started to rub her firm buttocks.
Then with his finger tips, he twisted the hard composite instrument
that protruded from between the curvaceous cheeks of Melanie's little
bottom, causing the girl's knees to grow momentarily weak. North read
the numeral "5" embossed on the side of its exposed butt end.
"I know, it feels a little foreign at the moment, but you'll get used
to it in no time at all. I promise. Why pretty soon, you'll swear
that you were born with a CAP back there, and you'll feel empty
without it. You'll see."
Then North gazed into the deep blue pools of Melanie Nesbit's
innocence and said, "Why don't you hop into bed with your pretty
sister, and the three of us will get to know each other a little
better." He gave her a fatherly smile. Then, ignoring her worried
expression North added, "By the way, don't be alarmed if your sister
seems a little woozy. You see, she's been, shall we say, less than
cooperative so far. So my associates were forced to give her a
little something to help her be nice just like her sister." He
winked at Melanie. "Now, into bed with you, young lady," the
Headmaster said as he turned Melanie and patted her playfully on the
bottom.
"And what a pretty bottom it is," North thought to himself as the
young girl crawled reluctantly onto his bed, her flawless skin and
luscious blond hair luminous against the background of copper colored
satin.
Melanie knelt on the satin sheet beside her sister and gazed down at
Marina . She hadn't moved a muscle since Melanie'd found her, and
she still wore the same faraway smile. "Can she hear me?" Melanie
asked turning to look back over her shoulder at North.
"Yes, Miss Nesbit, your sister can hear you perfectly well. She'll
just be a little slow in putting her thoughts together for awhile,
that's all. Now why don't you do me a big favor and pull the sheet
back so we can have a better look at her."
Melanie stared at the older man questioningly. "Huh?" she asked
lamely.
"I said, Miss Nesbit. I want for you to please pull the sheet down
and uncover your sister for me. Then I would like for you to lie
down on your back beside her. Will you do that for me now, please."
It was not a request. His tone of voice had become hard.
Melanie knew that she had very few options available to her. So far
all of the men she'd encountered after coming to this strange place
were very decisive and not to be toyed with, and she remembered quite
clearly how her sister Marina had fared during their initial
interview. This man in particular, she knew, was one to be obeyed
without question. Slowly Melanie Nesbit pulled the smooth satin from
her sister's body, while Adam North looked on approvingly. Then he
took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited while the more demure
twin arranged herself next to her unresponsive sister.
"What a marvelous sight they were. Two identical little beauties,
side by side," North mused. It was extremely rare that he would
fraternize with the Guests, but occasionally the Headmaster like any
healthy male, enjoyed a little distraction from his otherwise busy
life.
Today alone, he'd processed four new inductees not including the
Nesbit twins. Thankfully the interviews had been uneventful,
relatively speaking, of course. In fact, Marina Nesbit had been the
most difficult young lady of the group. There had naturally been
plenty of screaming and crying and what have you, but North was
pretty much immune to that sort of thing by now, comfortable in the
knowledge that in a very short time all of the new inductees would
acclimate to their new surroundings and duties. It's just the way it
was at TYTC.
But even the security North enjoyed from the simple fact that The
Youth Training Center, under his leadership, boasted a one hundred
percent success rate, came with a price tag. His position as
director and Headmaster of the Center required that he deal with a
large number of young women who were totally unschooled and behaving
at their very worst, and in addition, he had innumerable
administrative duties and pressures. After all, North had investors
to answer to. Not to mention staffing issues, security problems, and
on, and on, ad infinitum. Lately there had been a rash of yeast
infections among the Guests that had taken a good bit of his energy to
resolve. North needed some R&R.
So, from time to time, if a particular Guest caught his eye, the
Headmaster would make arrangements to spend a little time with the
girl. In the case of the Nesbit Twins, North knew from the moment he
first laid eyes on the two blond youngsters, that he would get to
know the Nesbit sisters a lot better.
Adam North crawled slowly onto the big bed and moved until he knelt
between the legs of the two darling young ladies. Everything about
the girls was the same, he noted, except that where Marina smiled up
at him rather blankly, Melanie Nesbit wore an expression of concern.
"Smile for me, my dear," he said, placing his hand on her knee.
"You're such a pretty girl, and we're going to have a wonderful
night, just the three of us." He squeezed her knee affectionately.
Slowly, Melanie did as she was told. Although she didn't feel the
least bit like smiling at the moment.
"That's much better," North murmured as he briefly gazed down at the
two lovely young girls. Then without hesitation North placed one
hand on the inside of each young lady's leg and slid them slowly
upward over their flawless skin until he reached the warm, moist
juncture of their thighs.
Melanie's hips jerked slightly when he touched her, but the only
reaction he received from Marina was that her expression clouded a
bit. Obviously, through the cocktail of drugs that flowed through
her system, the once obstinate teenager realized she was being
touched in a very private place.
North was pleased to discover that in addition to looking alike, the
Nesbit sisters also felt the same. Both young ladies were blessed
with nicely plump vulva. Their heavy labia majora were gilded with
a sparse covering of soft golden curls, rather than the usual tight
ringlets of coarser pubic fur.
"Raise your knees and spread your legs, please, Melanie," the
Headmaster instructed her, calling her by her first name for the
first time. Removing his hand from Melanie, the man in charge helped
her sister to do the same. Then when both young ladies lay spread
before him, North continued his tactile examination. North quickly
discovered as he palpated the firm folds of flesh down to where they
joined just below the vaginal portal that the twin girls were
marvelously resilient to the touch. Marina, feeling the effects of
her Thelazine, unconsciously pushed herself against his hand, while
Melanie, North was pleased to see, struggled to maintain a nervous
smile. She blushed hotly.
With the middle finger of each hand, Adam North vaginally entered the
Nesbit Twins. Two soft inhales of breath were heard as two shapely
little bottoms raised ever so slightly upward off the mattress.
Almost simultaneously, North was treated to two surprisingly strong
vaginal embraces as the two siblings instinctively clutched his
probing digits. Both youngsters were gratifyingly moist. North
attributed Marina Nesbit's degree of self-lubrication to her increased
dosage of Thelazine. Melanie, on the other hand, was surprisingly
wet, considering her situation. North made a mental note of this as
he went about exploring the girls manually for several minutes. As
reported by her Handler, Melanie Nesbit made no attempt to resist or
protest his invasion upon her person, and North was pleased to note
that the designer tranquillizing agent that had been administered to
the troublesome Marina was working quite acceptably. Just a few hours
earlier, North had personally witnessed the young lady's wrathful
insubordination during her Induction Interview, or "Double I" as it
was called. Now she remained docile and accepting as he continued
his tactile investigation of her vaginal interior.
Glancing down at first one girl, then the other, North noticed the
dark cylindrical ends of their CAP Devices wedged neatly between the
cheeks of their little bottoms. Removing his fingers from the
sisters, North took each of their anal appliances gently in his
finger tips. He watched both young lady's facial expression become
instantly introspective when he began to slowly rotated the dense
composite inserts within the confines of their rectal passages.
Then looking directly at Melanie, North said quite unexpectedly, "I
want you to please sit up then get onto your hands and knees between
your sister's legs, Melanie." Seeing her curious and slightly alarmed
expression, North quickly followed his request with a more direct
order. "Do it now, please, my dear." Very slowly the more demure
Nesbit girl complied with his wishes. She gave him several nervous
glances as North helped guide her by the hips until she was in
position. Then he said, "Move your knees apart, please, Melanie."
North got to his knees and moved behind the little girl. He parted
his robe. "Look back at me over your right shoulder, Miss Nesbit,"
North instructed. Slowly the young girl turned her face to his, and
the very moment that her eyes met his, Adam North entered her. The
look on Melanie Nesbit's face was priceless, and North would remember
her expression of surprise and wonder for a long, long time as after
two shallow preparatory thrusts, the Headmaster of TYTC progressed
into the lovely fourteen year old farther than she would have dreamed
possible on only her second time with a man. The youngster shuddered
around North's considerable manhood, as her blue eyes became wide
with stunned astonishment. She opened her mouth to cry out, but
North anticipated her reaction.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit," he cautioned the girl. The he said. "Face
your sister, please, Miss Nesbit." He held still, allowing her to
adjust to his presence. "Look how pretty she is," North added, as he
gazed down at the other young blond.
Slowly, Melanie turned and looked down at Marina. Her woozy sister
smiled up at her stupidly. Whether or not Marina realized that her
twin sister was being made love to at that very moment was anyone's
guess. Melanie trembled noticeably as her lover began to move inside
of her.
"Drop down on your elbows, Miss Nesbit," the Headmaster ordered.
"Wha...?" she started to ask as she turned and looked back at the man.
What came out was more of a gasp, when her older lover abruptly pushed
himself even more deeply into her. Melanie felt herself stretch
around him. "On your elbows, young lady!" the man ordered flatly.
Reluctantly Melanie did as she was told. She had an uncomfortable
feeling about this recent turn of events. She turned and looked at
her sister. She was very close to Marina. So close, in fact, that
Melanie detected a distinctly musky female scent coming from between
her legs.
"I want you to kiss your sister now, please, Miss Nesbit," he ordered.
She started to rise in order to comply with his wishes, but with a
hand between her shoulders, North held her down. "I said kiss your
sister, Miss Nesbit."
Turning her head, she looked back at him with an expression of
confusion. "But?" she began.
"Kiss your sister between her legs, Miss Nesbit," North clarified for
the youngster.
"Huh?" she said still gazing back at him. Melanie was thoroughly
confused.
"Lean down and cover your sister's genitals with your mouth. Then use
your tongue to lick her down there," North explained patiently as he
held still within Melanie again for a moment. Her expression changed
abruptly to one of obvious distress.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I just couldn't," Melanie whined pitifully.
"Yes you can, Miss Nesbit, and you will. Immediately, please," North
instructed in a no nonsense tone of voice. As he did so, he grasped
the end of Melanie's CAP Device which was readily accessible should
it be needed. North tapped it's end with the tips of his fingers.
The space-age composite from which the CAP's are fabricated is an
excellent conductor of mechanical energy. To Melanie his light
tapping felt like he was hammering directly on the tip of her spine.
The thudding pressure, caused Melanie to inhale sharply. Slowly the
reluctant teenager turned and stared down at her sister's widely
splayed thighs. Between the folds of her ample labia sparkled her
moist inner domain. Melanie felt sick as she leaned closer.
"Extend your tongue between her outer lips, Miss Nesbit, and press
your lips and nose against her. North instructed as he began to make
love to the fourteen year old once more. He used the slow even
thrusts that he knew would allow him to manage Melanie's state of
arousal. With each ingress, however, he pressed his hips forward
against her firm buttocks, causing her nubile body to rock to and fro.
North knew exactly when Melanie made contact with her muzzy young
sister, because Marina Nesbit's blue eyes widened noticeably. "That's
a good girl," North murmured his approval as he rocked her forward
and back. His cadence was transferred through Melanie's extended
tongue directly to her sister's most sensitive tissues. The net
effect was that Adam North made love to both of the Nesbit twins at
the same time. All in all, it was an extremely pleasant experience
for the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center.
The evening went very well. Both young girls cooperated reasonably
well, Melanie in particular. Both sisters responded to his
attentions about as one might expect of an inexperienced girl of
fourteen.
Marina Nesbit was difficult at first, but since her Principal Handler
had seen fit to increase the dosages of her medications, the
otherwise troublesome teenager was more accommodating than North
would have presumed.
Melanie Nesbit proved to be a very passionate and capable lover for a
girl her age, lending credence to the belief that more demure young
ladies are often quite tempestuous in bed when given the right
motivation.
North satisfied himself with each of the Nesbit girls several times
over the course of the evening. At one point he removed Melanie's
CAP Device and entered her anally. The youngster groaned pitifully
at first, because North's manhood was quite a bit larger than the
size five device she wore, but eventually Melanie dilated enough to
accommodate him, proving once more that even very young girls can
manage to contain a considerable mass if they are allowed the time to
acclimate to the load.
Adam North awake the following morning, refreshed and invigorated. On
either side of him in his big bed lay his two petite lovers. Their
small bodies were warm and soft against him. The bed clothes were a
wreck, and Adam chucked to himself as he recalled a couple of his
more athletic escapades from the evening before. North moved a hand
and stroked the soft hair of one of the girls. He wasn't sure which.
Again he chuckled softly. "They were so much alike, yet so
different," he mused comfortably. Marina had fought weakly against
him at first, but had eventually become more willing. Melanie had
taken him in without hesitation and then had become an active
participant in their love making, encouraging him to escalate the
intensity of his attentions.
North needed to get up. He had another busy day ahead of him, but the
two teenagers slumbered on. They had to be exhausted. North took a
deep breath, inhaling the heady sweetness of his two young lovers.
He recalled thinking at their Induction Interview that the Client for
whom these two little beauties were being prepared was a very lucky
man. "Indeed he was. Indeed he was," North mused.
"Wake up, sleepy heads," the Headmaster of the Youth Training Center
whispered to one sweet girl then the other. He shook them gently.
"It's time to get up, ladies. "You two have a busy day ahead of
you."
North was surprised to note that he felt a momentary pang of what must
have been jealousy when he considered the number of willing young men
that these two lovely girls would entertain during their stay with
the Center. He was grateful that he'd taken the time to enjoy The
Nesbit twins when he did, for Melanie and Marina would soon undergo a
rather drastic but necessary transformation. By the time the two
girls were delivered to their new Life Companion, they will have
evolved into Fully Functional Females, eager to take their rightful
place in their new family
setting.
End... SM
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