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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "TYTC 3.1 - The Twins" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, nc]
Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2000 18:10:19 -0400
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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. 3.1 - The Twins - by - The StoryMaster
Although they were identical twins, biologically, the two teenagers were
as different as night and day.
Marina Nesbit, though as enchanting and pleasing to the eye as a young
woman could be at age fourteen, had a rather dark side. In fact, her
temper was legendary among friends and family alike. According to reliable
sources, she had the propensity to lash out unexpectedly and with a totally
disproportionate degree of vehemence whenever she perceived that her wishes
were not about to be met. If, however, Marina was able to beguile a young
man into doing things her way, she was a happy girl indeed.
Marina's sister, Melanie, on the other hand, was one of the most
agreeable young ladies one could ever have the pleasure of meeting. Second
out of the womb by only minutes, it was as if she were the emotional
equivalent of a photographic negative of her "older" sister. Where Marina
was self-involved to the extreme, Melanie Nesbit exhibited a degree of
modesty and sweetness that was truly refreshing to behold. Melanie had a
lot of friends, but lacked Marina's seductive worldliness. As a result,
she was not nearly as popular with the young gentlemen in her school as her
sister. There were times when Melanie envied the ease with which her
sister manipulated the many boys in her life, but in spite of her lack of a
current amorous involvement, Marina Nesbit was a contented young girl, for
the most part.
At the moment, however, neither young lady was particularly happy. The
twins sat in a daze in two straight backed wooden chairs in front of a big
oak desk. Behind the sat a man who at first glance appeared to be
gentlemanly and hospitable. He was in his late thirties or early forties,
clean cut and moderately handsome. Marina and Melanie stared at him
drunkenly, still somewhat groggy from the anesthetic drug that had been
used on them at the time of their collection. The two young ladies had no
idea where they were or how they had come to be there.
Marina appeared to be a bit more agitated than her sister. As the two
girls sat silently under the austere gaze of the man behind the desk, she
began to squirm in her seat.
"God, do you think they found out?" she worried. Although she couldn't
remember how she got there, Marina was certain that she now sat in the
office of an official or superintendent, higher up the ladder than Mr.
Martin, her school Principal. "But how could they? Mr. Graves promised
he wouldn't tell anyone, ever, and after all, he is a married man," Marina
reasoned. She glanced over at her sister. "Melanie looked pretty out of
it," she noted. "Melanie... Why is Melanie here?" she puzzled, her
thoughts muddy and slow. Marina had all but concluded that this had
nothing at all to do with her surreptitious meetings after classes with her
history teacher, when the man seated behind the large desk spoke.
"Good morning, ladies," Adam North said, cordially. "And welcome to our
facility." When Marina opened her mouth to speak, North held up his hand.
"Your questions will all be answered very soon, Miss Nesbit, I assure you,"
he said.
While North spoke, the door to his office opened, and a man dressed in a
white coverall entered. Closing the door behind himself, the man stood
silently awaiting the orders of his superior.
"Ah, there you are, Alex," the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center
said smiling at his Chief Handler. "Do come in, please." Marina turned in
time to watch the big grey eyed man walk in her direction. Stopping in
front of his employer's desk, he stood calmly between the two sisters. He
did not speak. "Ladies, say hello to Alex." Marina looked up at the tall
man, but quickly averted her gaze. Something in his countenance was
foreboding and ominous. Marina felt like she'd stepped onto thin ice,
which when it broke, would plunge her into the ice water of his grey eyes.
"Alex meet Marina and Melanie Nesbit."
Drawn by a strange magnetism, Marina was unable to keep from looking
back in the tall man's direction. She watched, utterly entranced as the
man called Alex, turned to her sister. Meanwhile, the man behind the desk,
the one Marina correctly deduced was in charge here, continued to speak in
a composed, and frank tone of voice. "As you can see, Alex, Marina and
Melanie are twins. The two sisters have come into our care at the request
of an acquaintance of Miss Marina Nesbit. The gentleman wishes to remain
anonymous for the time being, but has requested that we work with the young
lady for a few weeks. He hopes that as a result of her stay with us, Miss
Nesbit will be more accommodating in the future."
Marina couldn't decide whether she more astounded by what she heard or
by the fact that while the man behind the desk continued with his
introductions, the other, a complete stranger until just moments ago, saw
fit to put his hands on her twin sister. Whether it was the drugs or the
fact that Melanie was almost paralyzed from shock, Marina would never know,
but while she looked on in disbelief, the one named Alex stepped behind
Melanie's chair and placed his hands onto her narrow shoulders.
Melanie stared unseeing at the wall behind Adam North's desk while the
big man began to rub her shoulders. His touch was gentle, but while the
stunned teenager sat with statuesque stillness, his hands moved up her slim
neck. Melanie shivered as his course fingers slipped up under her soft
hair. She was confused and frightened. She had no earthly idea what she
was doing in the strange office, and why a complete stranger was touching
her.
Marina watched spellbound as Alex moved his hands slowly around her
sister's neck to her throat, then began to "walk" with his finger tips
downward to the "V" of smooth skin above the collar of Melanie's knit
blouse.
"It is Miss Marina Nesbit who happens to be the object of our client's
interest, she being the more sexually active of the two girls," North
explained casually.
At the mention of "sexual activity", Marina turned quickly to face the
man behind the desk. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Nooo," Marina then heard her sister whimper plaintively from her nearby
seat.
Marina looked toward Melanie as the big man began to unfasten the top
button of her blouse. Melanie's small hands were on his wrists in an
attempt to thwart his efforts, but it was obvious the man was much too
powerful for the young girl.
"Hey! Cut it out, you bastard!" Marina blurted out. "Make him stop,"
she then implored in a demanding tone of voice to the man behind the desk.
Her pretty face was contorted with the legendary wrath she was famous for.
"Quittttt," Melanie cried, helplessly, struggling with the man named
Alex as he unfastened the second button.
"But he is more than happy to compensate us for the training of both the
Nesbit sisters," Adam North explained calmly. He stared cooly at Marina,
ignoring her outburst for the moment.
Marina was utterly stunned by the fact that the man appeared to be
totally unmoved by what his associate was doing to Melanie. In fact, it
took a shriek from her sister to snap Marina back to the present. She was
afraid to look, but couldn't help it. Marina's mouth fell open in
astonishment when she turned and saw that the big man now held Melanie by
the throat with his left hand while his right moved beneath her knit blouse
in the vicinity of her breasts. Marina couldn't see Melanie's face, but
judging from the way she struggled, her sister was not at all happy.
On many an occasion, Marina Nesbit's temper had clouded her judgement,
but what happened next would prove to be one of the last times the
hot-blooded teenager "leapt before she looked".
"I said leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" Marina cried angrily as
she lunged to her sister's aid.
Alex moved with viper-like swiftness. Marina hadn't taken two steps
when a hand the size of a baseball glove caught her between her breasts and
shoved her away with overwhelming force. Caught off guard, Marina
staggered backward. Then, stumbling over the wooden chair she'd just
vacated, she fell heavily to the floor.
"You bastard!" Marina hissed as she regained her feet, her blue eyes
flickering with icy malice.
Alex left Melanie hugging herself and whimpering in her seat and turned
toward her advancing twin. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Marina
charged. The result was almost comical. Marina, in her blind furry,
advanced directly into the big Handler's clutches. His finger tips
practically touched at the back of her neck as Alex's big hand closed
around Marina's throat. Had he not had such a powerful hold on the young
teenager, she would have fallen to the floor, so abruptly was her advance
halted. Not a word was spoken. Marina couldn't speak, of course, because
Alex's grip had cut off her airway, and Alex out of shear professionalism
remained silent as he pushed the furious girl toward her seat.
Marina, with her hands on Alex's wrist and her blue eyes bulging, felt
herself forced backward inexorably. When the backs of her legs hit the
front edge of her chair, Marina sat down heavily. The big Handler stared
down into her eyes with an expression of condescension. His fingers closed
tighter around her slim neck. When at last Alex released his grip, Marina
was on the verge of blacking out and was left gasping and coughing for
several minutes.
Alex then resumed his position between the chairs of the unfortunate
twin sisters. Reaching toward Melanie, he placed one hand on her shoulder,
causing the more timid girl to cringe. Both young ladies were, for the
time being, under control.
Meanwhile, behind his desk, Adam North spoke quietly into the office
intercom. A moment later, the office door opened once again, and another
man clad in white coveralls entered the room, pushing what looked like a
coat rack on casters ahead of him.
At first glance it was a rather innocuous looking rectangular apparatus
about six feet long and five high. The upper horizontal rail which was at
approximately shoulder height was made of shining stainless steel tubing
one and one half inches in diameter as were the two vertical members at
either end and the lower horizontal bar. The entire arrangement rolled
easily on small casters at the ends of two shorter struts set
perpendicularly to the lower beam at either end of the steel frame.
"Eyes to the front, Ms. Nesbit," Adam North barked when Marina started
to look around at the second Handler while he locked the casters in place.
Although he maintained a neutral expression, North smiled inwardly when the
head strong young teenager obeyed. True, she gave him a withering stare,
but unwittingly Marina Nesbit had heeded her first direct order.
When the "Acceptance Frame" was ready, the second TYTC Handler took up a
position on the other side of Marina's seat in response to a nod from
North.
"Since Marina Nesbit insists upon living up to her reputation of
inappropriate willfulness and hostility we will start with her," Adam North
stated almost conversationally. "Let's get her framed up first, and then
we'll see if her sister will learn to make better choices." He paused
briefly and looked in Melanie's direction. Satisfied that the meeker of
the two girls was, for the time being, suitably subdued, North turned to
his two staff members. "Gentlemen. Please proceed."
Not yet fully recovered from the near strangling she'd received, Marina
let out a startled squawk when the two big men seized her by the arms and
yanked her out of her seat.
"Waalllkkk," she croaked as she was propelled toward the waiting tubular
apparatus. Marina didn't notice the restraint cuffs located at the four
corners of the shining frame until it was too late. Even if she had, she
would have been powerless to change the events that were about to come to
pass. Backpedaling ineffectively, her feet barely touching the floor,
Marina shot a fearful look over her shoulder in North's direction. When
she was finally set upon her feet facing the Acceptance Frame, Marina
immediately lashed out with her right foot at the second man in white
coveralls. The Handler easily dodged the kick, and then to a series of
half strangled shrieks, Marina's wrists were bound to the upper corners of
the metal frame.
While his associates executed their assignment, Adam North kept a close
watch on Melanie Nesbit. "This one is going to be easy," he thought to
himself. "No wonder the guy wants both girls. After the proper
conditioning, the feisty one will provide the main course, and this demure
little lady will be dessert." North stared appraisingly at Melanie and
contemplated involving himself personally in her training. Her demure
shyness was very attractive to him.
While her twin sister's ankles were attached to the lower corners of the
Acceptance Frame, Melanie Nesbit rocked slowly back and forth in her seat,
her eyes on the floor in front of her. She trembled noticeably. Melanie
was so deeply shocked by the goings on in the office that she was unable to
even look in her sister's direction although Marina cried out repeatedly.
Had she looked, Melanie would have seen that her head strong sibling had
been lashed facing the metal framework. The restraint bindings were
adjusted such that both her arms and her legs were spread widely apart.
When all was in readiness, Alex nodded silently to his assistant, and
the two men together turned the entire apparatus with its weakly struggling
occupant around so that Marina faced the Headmaster at his desk.
Adam North sat silently for several moments gazing appreciatively at the
young woman, spread-eagled before him. Both girls were very good looking.
Blond hair, blue eyes, succulent mouths and flawless skin. Both had nice
figures with narrow waists and broad hips. From what North could see, the
two sisters were rather small breasted, but at only fourteen years of age,
they both had lots of time to develop.
Sensing his eyes upon her, Marina momentarily ceased her struggles and
bravely returned his gaze.
"Excellent!" North thought approvingly. "Direct eye contact. This one
is a zesty one. She'll no doubt stare you down until the very end. But
her sister..." North reflected. "She's going to require some encouragement
along those lines." He glanced briefly in Melanie's direction then back at
her sister, Marina.
One of the Non-negotiable Standards at TYTC states that a Guest shall
maintain direct eye contact with her lover at all times. Marina would be a
natural, North was certain. "And just look at the fire in those eyes," he
mused. "With training, that blaze can and will be harnessed."
"Miss Nesbit, before we begin I wish to tell you first why it is that
you and your sister are here, and secondly what will be expected of the two
of you while you are with us."
Marina continued to test her bonds while the Headmaster went on with his
narrative. To either side of the apparatus to which she was bound, the two
Handlers stood at the ready.
"As I pointed out earlier, Miss Nesbit, you were brought here at the
request of an anonymous admirer. An admirer, Miss Nesbit, who would like
to get to know you and your sister a little better, so to speak." North
chuckled ominously. He continued. "Your disposition, Miss Nesbit is known
to be, shall we say, less than cooperative the majority of the time. We
intend to change that."
Marina still struggled ineffectually with the velcro bindings that
attached her wrists to the tubular bars. She only half listened to what
the man was saying to her.
"We know that you are sexually active, Miss Nesbit. We know that you
lost your virginity to your step-father at the age of twelve."
Suddenly, Marina was all ears. At the mention of her escapade with her
step-father, Marina shot her silent sister a worried look. If Melanie
understood what had been said, she gave no indication.
"In fact, young lady, we know everything relative to your sexual
history, both past and present." North noticed Marina blush deeply at the
mention of "current events". He gave her a discerning look. Continuing,
"Our job, Miss Nesbit is to reshape your concept of the fundamental roll
which the female is intended to play in the sexual relationship. Contrary
to what you have been taught, your duty as a fully functional female, Miss
Nesbit, is to provide both pleasure and entertainment to your partner or
partners, whenever and wherever he, she or they decide is appropriate."
Marina was too dumbfounded to respond, and that was just as well.
"We realize that you and your sister are young and reasonably
inexperienced. In fact, I might add that we are relatively certain that
Melanie is still `in tact'. That we shall verify soon enough." He paused
and again glanced in Melanie's direction. "Melanie," he called.
"Melanie," more sternly.
The demure twin reluctantly looked up at him.
"I expect you to listen to me when I speak," he said flatly. "You need
to pay close attention to what I say to your sister." He motioned for the
second Handler to step to Melanie's side. She cringed at his approach.
Ignoring her fright, North ordered the Handler to turn her chair so that
she faced Marina. The sight of her much braver twin bound helplessly
before her had a very gratifying effect on Melanie. To the three
professional gentleman in room, the signs were unmistakable. They could
see it in her expression and in her body language. Melanie Nesbit
surrendered without a fight.
"Now pay attention, Melanie," North reinforced. "Like I've been telling
Marina, it is our job to teach the two of you everything you will need to
know in order for you to entertain a partner or partners, be they male or
female. Your sister insists on being stubborn, which is why we must employ
the Acceptance Frame for her first lesson. At The Youth Training Center,
we guarantee results. Thus we have a number of devices which can help a
young lady to pay attention. I hope that the two of you understand what
I'm telling you." He looked first at Melanie who lowered her gaze
submissively, then at Marina. She spat at him.
Ignoring the recalcitrant action, North went on with his lecture.
"There are two cardinal rules here at TYTC," he said. "Or as we call them,
Non-negotiable Standards. The first one being, A Guest, and you are
guests, shall only speak when spoken to. Absolute silence shall be
maintained at all times, particularly during love making." North allowed
his eyes to linger on the downcast face of Melanie Nesbit, purposely
ignoring Marina's shocked reaction to the statement. "Secondly, A Guest
shall maintain direct eye contact with her lover or Handler during any and
all times of sexual activity." He paused for effect. "The term,
`non-negotiable', speaks for itself. Disregard for these rules will not be
tolerated, ladies. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He looked at Marina
first this time. He could see that what he'd said made an impression on
her. The blue blaze of contempt in her eyes had dimmed ever so slightly.
As she stood spread-eagled and helpless before her twin sister and the
three strange men, the first glimmerings of submission crept into Marina's
mind. Unbeknownst to the determined fourteen year old, she began her
journey toward a new life at that very moment. One glance at Melanie told
North that she would not cause any trouble at all.
Satisfied for the moment, North spoke to his staff. "Alex, please
proceed."
Like many of the TYTC staff, Alex wore a holster on his left hip. In it
were a few tools of the trade. One was a telescoping spreader bar which he
wouldn't need for this session. Another was a pair of EMT sheers. These
he pulled from his holster and stepped in front of Marina. The girl eyed
him warily.
Marina wore a white cotton blouse with a lace collar and a pretty lace
frill across the breast. A pair of stone washed designer blue jeans
completed the ensemble. Marina had picked it out especially that morning,
because she had intended to stay late after her history class. Mr. Graves
liked it when she wore tight fitting slacks.
For Alex, on the other hand, the tight, stone washed denim was at best,
a nuisance. That blue flame of hostility erupted like a Roman candle in
Marina's eyes. She fought her bonds like a tiger, and like a tiger, Marina
snapped repeatedly at the big man with her sparkling white teeth. Like the
professional he was, Alex easily avoided Marina's teeth as he
systematically cut away at the furious teenager's lacy white blouse.
Starting at the back of her collar, Alex effortlessly severed the soft
material with the sheers straight down the center of Marina's back all the
way to her waist. He paid no attention to the flawless white skin that his
efforts uncovered, or to the narrow back strap of her brassiere. In a
strictly businesslike manner, Alex proceeded to cut the sleeves of the
blouse down the backs of Marina's arms, at last severing the lace cuffs.
Then while the teenager screamed curses at him, Alex tugged the tails of
the ruined blouse from inside of her jeans.
"You'll all pay for this!" Marina spat as Alex slipped the remains of
her blouse forward over her shoulders then let it fall to the floor in a
tattered heap.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit!" Adam North commanded from behind his desk where
he sat watching Marina's disrobing. "Speak only when spoken to."
Marina barely heard him, however, because at that very moment she was
too intent on watching Alex. After holstering his evil shears, Alex
stepped back in front of the bound teenager. Marina thrashed her hips
around violently in an effort to escape the man's hands as he reached for
the front of her jeans, but she was doomed to failure.
"Nnnnnn," Marina groaned through clenched teeth as the man slid his
fingers behind the denim waist band and started to unfasten the top button.
Her belly was soft and warm against the backs of his fingers. With the
button opened and the zipper lowered, out came the shears. This time it
was a cry of dismay that escaped Marina's lips.
"Snip...snip...snip...snip..."
Down the front of the pants leg, Alex's shears cut through the expensive
denim like butter, right down to then through the cuff at Marina's bound
left ankle. In just a few minutes, Marina's cherished designer blue jeans
joined the rest of the rags on the floor of Adam North's office.
Marina was so outraged at the wanton destruction of her wardrobe that
she'd forgotten to be afraid. Soon, however, the gravity of the
predicament she was in would dawn on her. After all, she was a fourteen
year old girl. She was bound helplessly and in a very compromising
position to a wicked apparatus designed by mad men. Speaking of mad men,
three of them occupied the room with her that morning, but for all intents
and purposes, Marina was utterly alone. Sure, Melanie was there, but
Melanie couldn't even help herself, much less her twin sister.
Alex replaced his shears into their holster once more, leaving Marina
wearing nothing but a bra and panties. As the men had assumed, the young
woman was indeed small breasted. The small brassiere she wore was nothing
more than a covering of soft cotton, much like a training bra. It was
obvious that neither Marina nor her sister would require support for many
years.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said, surprising his young charge. It
was the first time he'd spoken since he'd begun with Marina. His voice was
strong and melodious. The inflection in his voice left no room for doubt.
Alex expected to be obeyed. Slipping his big fingers behind the thin
shoulder straps just above where they attached to the two breast cups, Alex
repeated the command. "Look at me, Miss Nesbit."
Marina glanced down at his hands before reluctantly raising her gaze to
his. While the teenager looked into the grey ice pits of his eyes, Alex
quickly jerked upward on the cups of the brassiere, tugging the soft
garment up and over her small, firm breasts and exposing the pleasing
mounds to everyone's view. The Handler noted the degree of alarm that
registered in the young girl's facial expressions as she was displayed in
public, probably for the first time in her life. Later he would make note
of his observations in Marina's permanent file.
"Quit it, you bastard!" Marina cried. She renewed her struggles while
Alex pulled the bra upward, arranging it on her chest just below her collar
bones.
It's really no wonder that her history teacher desired the young girl.
Marina was indeed a perfect fourteen year old in every way. Every aspect
of her blossoming anatomy was firm, exquisitely shaped and spoke of
delights to come. Marina Nesbit's breasts were small, flawless cones, each
topped with puffy pink satin areolae no larger than quarters, and tiny
stiff nipples. The very few individuals who'd been fortunate enough to
touch these wonderful little breasts would certainly agree that they are
soft beyond comparison, yet firm and supple. Beneath the smooth, white
skin and pliant fatty tissues, the firmer mammary glands awaited palpation.
Marina, like most girls her age was acutely aware of her breasts, and
naturally wished that they were larger. The young teenager had not missed
the blatant stares of the boys in school whenever a really large breasted
girl appeared. Marina enjoyed any form of attention, in particular male
attention, and therefore made a point of displaying her budding chest
whenever possible. She even resorted to stuffing her brassiere from time
to time. Before that moment, only three boys had ever laid eyes on these
precious points first hand, and then only two had actually been granted
permission to touch them. Because of her thoughtless outburst, however,
Marina Nesbit's personal statistics were about to change. In addition the
teenager was about to discover that discipline at TYTC was metered out
sexually.
Alex felt that one of the most enjoyable and rewarding aspects of his
occupation was the opportunity to watch the medley of expressions play upon
the face of a young lady the very first time she is handled against her
will. After arranging Marina's brassiere to his satisfaction, (He would
later cut it away completely.) Alex gave no warning before taking the
teenager's satiny areolae between the fingers and thumbs of his two
powerful hands. Pinching down firmly on the hard little nubs of her
nipples, Alex shook the small, fleshy cones quickly from side to side. The
resulting "slide show" was stunning.
First came surprise. "What the......?" When she felt his touch, Marina
looked down at Alex's hands. Then, as if from a great distance, she
watched the man take the sensitive tips of her breasts between his thick
fingers. She looked up at his face.
Next came the shock and incredulity. "How dare he touch me!" Marina's
mind screamed. She was about to open her mouth to comment when the
pressure increased. She groaned instead.
Alarm was next as the fact that a complete stranger was handling her at
will, and that she was powerless to resist registered in her consciousness.
Marina closed her eyes and moaned softly when Alex started to roll her
small nipples between his calloused fingers. "Open your eyes and look at
me, Miss Nesbit," Alex cautioned.
Understanding dawned on Marina's pretty face like the morning sun when
the big Handler began to shake her breasts. Marina strained helplessly at
the wrist restraints, clenching and opening her small fists fitfully. She
looked frantically from his hands to his face. He wasn't about to stop,
and she was not going to be able to stop him. The man smiled at Marina as
he shook her little breasts in short, rapid bursts.
Humiliation... Marina felt like a prize hog as she was forced to submit
to the man's attentions.
Rage hit like an avalanche. After several minutes of his maddening
shaking of her beasts, Marina was ready to scream. She was seething with
anger at the man named Alex and at the despicable creature who sat watching
from behind his desk like this was all some kind of sick exhibition. But
what also slowly crept into Marina's psyche was fury and disgust that she
felt resulting from her own impotence and inability to do anything at all
to help herself.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex began to coach. He released his hold on
the pink tips of Marina's breasts, but then he slowly spread his fingers,
cupping her and covering her completely with his big hands. "Look at me,
Miss Nesbit," he said again as he began to rotate his hands around and
around, pushing back against Marina's chest and crushing the tender cones
between his palms and her rib cage. He could feel her developing mammaries
beneath her warm skin.
Apprehension and Resignation when after a sudden increase in pressure,
Marina realized that this man could hurt her if he chose to. He could do
anything he wanted to her, and she could do nothing to prevent it.
Without the slightest compunction, Alex turned and beckoned to his
assistant who observed from nearby. His name was Timothy, and he was new
to the Center. Timothy had been on the payroll for about two weeks, and
like all new associates, he'd been assigned only temporary responsibilities
such as nightly Partnering assignments or the occasional Group Correction
Exercise. Timothy was a quick study though, and from what Alex had seen of
him, he handled himself in a detached and professional manner while working
with the Guests. Alex had therefore decided to give Timothy a "career
boost". This was Timothy's first Induction Interview or "Double I" as it
was called, and as it turned out, was one of the very few group inductions
the Center had ever undertaken.
Usually Guests are introduced to their new responsibilities on an
individual basis. In the case of Marina and Melanie, however, it was
decided that it would be in the best interest of their training to "Double
I" the girls together, especially since they would both be delivered to the
same Client upon graduating.
Aware that the Headmaster's eyes were upon him, Timothy kept his mind
focused as he stepped beside Alex who, all the while continued to massage
the young Guest's breasts. Timothy quieted his thoughts so that he could
mentally record the teenage female's facial expression and body language. A
detailed transcript of this important data would later be expected by his
boss. The handoff went like clockwork. No sooner had Alex's hands left
her chest, than Timothy's were upon her. Timothy held Marina with his
hands on either side of her small breasts and his fingertips on her rib
cage. He placed his thumbs over her areolae and pushed down until she
groaned, then began to orbit his thumbs in opposite directions, rotating
the entire breast mass in the process. Outrage and indignation quickly
bloomed on the young female's face.
"Oh my God!" Marina gaped. "He's letting another person touch me. How
could he?" Her gaze drilled into Alex's broad back as the chief Handler
turned toward her sister, Melanie.
What the teenager was feeling, was the first glimmer of what is referred
to as Handler Devotion. It's surprising to many of our Client's to learn
that even though these dedicated men take what many believe to be unheard
of liberties with their assigned Guests, over a period of weeks and months,
the young ladies will often develop attachments to their Principal
Handlers, feeling a sense of loss and even jealous animosity when they are
temporarily placed with other staff members.
Marina groaned unconsciously. This younger man was rougher than the
first.
"Silence!" he snapped. Alex had let a few groans go unpunished, but
Timothy intended to do it "by the books" since this was his first time. He
pressed harder with his thumbs.
As the dull ache spread through her chest and belly, Marina opened her
mouth to groan again. As she did, the pressure on her sensitive flesh
increased more still. Then suddenly Marina made the connection. She
snapped her mouth shut and the aching pain lessened.
Timothy continued his caressing for several minutes, during which time
he reminded Marina several times to maintain eye contact. Occasionally as
an added incentive, he would pinch one of her nipples unexpectedly. Then
abruptly he stopped. After gradually becoming accustomed to his rhythmical
manipulation of her breasts, Marina had closed her eyes momentarily.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Timothy droned. As Marina looked into the
green eyes set into a not too bad looking face, the young Handler slipped
his hands around her torso. Then, finding the small fasteners, Timothy
expertly released the back strap of Marina's brassiere, allowing the small
support garment to hang loosely from the shoulder straps. Timothy's EMT
shears came out of his holster like the pistol of a gunslinger. Two snips
later, they were re-sheathed, and the remains of Marina's brassiere lay
atop the rapidly growing pile of ruined clothing at her feet.
Marina followed the fall of the brassiere with her eyes, but soon felt
finger tips beneath her chin. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but one
thing was obvious to Marina, the young man was strong. Even if she'd
wanted to resist, Marina doubted that she could have prevented him from
raising her face to his. He then stepped so close to her that she could
feel his breath against her face. Marina's blue eyes jumped from side to
side as she studied the man's face just inches from her own. She winced
slightly when his grip on her chin strengthened. His green eyes bored into
hers. His face was so very close that Marina couldn't see anything else.
She thought she heard her sister whimpering beside her, but Timothy would
not allow her to turn her head. Besides, it was at that moment that
something happened that Marina would never forget.
Timothy had practiced with several Guests on the Acceptance Frame, so he
knew how to handle himself. A credit to the TYTC staff training programs,
Timothy's execution was impeccable. While he held Marina's face immobile
and with a moderately strong grip so she would focus on the slight pain he
caused her, Timothy deftly slid his free hand into the teenager's panties.
Because the Acceptance Frame positioned the Guests in the ideal stance, and
because Timothy had taken it upon himself to practice his technique
repeatedly during his off hours, the shock hadn't even registered on
Marina's face before Timothy slipped his middle finger between her plump
labia majora, found and parted her petal-like inner lips, and entered the
teenager vaginally to the second knuckle.
Timothy had done his homework, and because he had, he knew with
certainty that Marina was no longer a virgin. An accidental defloration
would have been a huge "CLM" (Career Limiting Move) for Timothy at this
point in his tenure with the Center. Generally all such procedures were
directed to specialty departments and personnel. Some day Timothy might
rise through the ranks and be responsible for more complex operations, but
for now, all he wanted to do was to meet the Headmaster's expectations.
And so far, everything was proceeding very well. Even though the young
lady was quite dry, Timothy's entry was smooth and unanticipated. In fact,
several seconds passed before she even realized what had happened. The
notable widening of the eyes accompanied by the characteristic mixed
expressions of wonder and puzzlement at last indicated to everyone in
attendance that Marina recognized she'd been compromised. The young
Handler felt her sweet breath puff against his lips as the startled
fourteen year old made a hurried mental assessment of her situation.
Timothy held his impaling digit perfectly still inside of her, allowing
Marina to adjust herself to his presence. She was exceptionally tight and
quite warm inside. Timothy pushed in just a little deeper, all the while
maintaining a grip on Marina's chin and keeping his eyes locked onto hers.
Sooner or later she would baulk. It was inevitable, and Timothy would be
ready for her. Then unexpectedly, Marina squeezed his finger. It was a
crushing velvety grip of exceptional strength. So much so that Timothy
made a mental note to pass this observation along to the boys in the
Fitting Room where the young female would later be measured both externally
and internally.
On the slim chance that Marina might be giving in prematurely to her
situation and actually begin to participate in his manual exploration of
her femininity, Timothy moved his finger slowly in and out of her once,
then again, hoping that she might squeeze him once more. It was a long
shot, and one that a more seasoned Handler wouldn't have bothered with, but
Timothy was young.
After all, that's how we learn. If there's one thing we've ascertained
with certainty over the years, it's that when dealing with the female of
the species, there are no certainties. Fortunately, although Timothy was
inexperienced, he was well trained. Not once after entering Marina did he
ever move his eyes away of hers. For this reason, as the innocent
expressions of puzzlement on her face began to cloud over, and the
lightning bolts of hostility and loathing, sparked in her blue eyes,
Timothy was not caught off guard.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" Marina Nesbit screeched in a most
unladylike manner.
Jerking her chin free of his grip, - He let her go. - Marina again
tried to take a bite out of her Handler, and Timothy only narrowly escaped
injury. Straining mightily at her bonds, the teenager tried desperately to
escape the hand which invaded her person. The Acceptance Frame, however
was designed in such a manner as to severely hamper aggressive movements of
the pelvis. With her arms and legs splayed so widely apart the only
movement of any consequence that Marina could manage was to thrust her hips
backward and forward in what could only be described as a natural humping
motion.
"Let me go!" she shouted vehemently. "Don't touch me, you bastards!
You fucking bastards!" She shrieked.
Marina flung her hips back abruptly and forcefully, hoping to catch the
wicked man off guard following her outburst. She was near tears from
frustration and rage.
Alex looked on approvingly from his position nearby. Melanie sat in the
chair in front of him watching while her sister was systematically
violated. For Melanie, the scene was so horrifying that she'd retreated
into an almost catatonic state, which allowed Alex disrobe her at will. In
fact while he watched his very capable apprentice work with the feisty
Marina, he'd already removed Melanie's knit blouse; with the aid of his
trusty shears, naturally.
Another string of curses issued from the frustrated female in the
Acceptance Frame. Alex would have to talk to Timothy about that at another
time. Although he was certain that the Headmaster highly disapproved of
such outbursts, he also knew that some allowances would be made because of
the multiple induction. "They rarely went smoothly," Alex remarked to
himself.
He was quite gratified to see how well Timothy managed to stay with the
young teenager, frustrating her every effort to dislodge his probing
finger. After ten minutes or so she began to tire, and her pelvic thrashing
began to lessen in intensity. In five minutes Marina hung by her wrists in
the frame, her hips thrusting weakly and almost lewdly as she tried
futilely to escape from Timothy. Alex noted that at one point, the young
Handler was actually able to hold his hand still and let Marina unwittingly
fuck herself on his outstretched finger.
"Excellent work," Alex commented under his breath as he leaned down
behind young Melanie. Reaching behind her back, he unfastened her
brassiere. Like her sister, Melanie wore the light cotton garment more for
show than for support. Alex eased the thin straps over the flawless, warm
skin of Melanie Nesbit's shoulders. The young lady offered no resistance
as he raised first one arm then the other in order to free her of the
brassiere. He could have cut the straps, of course, but there were times
when even Alex would wax sentimental.
A few feet away, Marina was just about spent. The fire in her eyes was
no more than a smoldering ember now. Timothy handled her at will, rubbing
her, squeezing, and probing. Marina had self-lubricated after ten minutes
time, allowing Timothy even greater freedom and access to her depths. Her
shapely hips jerked now and again whenever he palpated a particularly
sensitive spot.
Bending behind Melanie, Alex reached under her arms and slid his hands
around her torso. The girl didn't even flinch when he closed his fingers
around her small nipples. For the next five minutes, the two of them
watched Marina and Timothy while Alex squeezed and kneaded the supple
breasts of Melanie Nesbit. Like her sister, they were perfect. Then in a
moment of rare tenderness, Alex leaned down and kissed the stunned young
girl on the right side of her neck.
The intercom buzzed on North's desk. He picked up the receiver so as
not to disturb his men. He muttered a few words then returned the receiver
to the cradle. He looked in Alex's direction.
His Chief Handler had managed to coax the timid one into a standing
position near the apparatus that held her sister. While North looked on,
Alex unzipped the small zipper at the right hip of Melanie's skirt. The
young girl looked straight ahead while Alex lowered her skirt to the floor.
Then without hesitation, the Chief Handler grasped Melanie Nesbit's cotton
panties and stripped the girl. Alex then stood and rested his hands on
Melanie's shoulders. Even though she was essentially incapacitated, Alex
knew better than to leave her unattended. In the years that he'd spent in
the employ of TYTC, Alex had certainly seen young women in much worse
emotional condition, suddenly baulk and try to escape. Induction was
always traumatic, and right now Melanie appeared to be almost comatose with
shock, but given adequate rest followed by some personal attention, Alex
was certain that she would be just fine. They waited patiently for Timothy
to finish with Marina.
It had taken the better part of an hour, but eventually the two Handlers
agreed that Marina was probably out of steam. At least enough so that she
wouldn't prove to be a danger to herself or others. Timothy cut away
Marina's panties, and after cautioning the head strong girl that she would
immediately be returned to the Acceptance Frame should she cause any
further trouble, he released her. Soon the two sisters stood naked, side
by side facing Adam North. They were indeed a lovely sight together.
Again North again remarked to himself just how fortunate his new Client
would be one day. In addition to their small, perky breasts, the twin
fourteen year old sisters appeared to be devoid of pubic curls.
Personally, North preferred a light covering at the very least, but he also
knew that many of his Clients enjoyed smoother female flesh beneath their
finger tips.
Clearing his throat, Adam North addressed his Guests. Behind each young
lady stood her Handler. Melanie stood docilely in Alex's hands, while
Marina attempted repeatedly to shrug Timothy's hands from her shoulders.
"Ladies, I must apologize for the lengthy induction process, but at times
it's unavoidable." He looked directly at Marina. She reddened noticeably,
whether from anger or embarrassment, North wasn't certain, and it really
didn't matter at this juncture anyway. "At the conclusion of this meeting,
you will be introduced into the our family and begin your training. The
next time I see you two, I can assure you that you both will be transformed
into polite and accommodating young women."
The girls said nothing. Melanie stared ahead sightlessly while Marina
tried to look around. From behind, Timothy grabbed a handful of blond hair
and shook her forcefully. "Pay attention, young lady!" he ordered.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Adam North looked at his two
trusted staff members. "We're done here, gentlemen," he said.
From behind, Marina heard the distinctive sound of velcro being ripped
open. She started to turn. "Eyes forward," one of the Handlers barked.
Just out of the girl's line of sight, Alex opened a tube of K-Y Jelly which
he'd fetched from his belt pouch. After offering a dollop to his fellow
Handler, Alex squeezed a small amount of the lubricant onto his middle
finger then spread it thoroughly with his thumb. Replacing the tube into
its pouch, he turned to Timothy. With a nod from Alex, the two Handlers
mentally counted to three.
"One...two...three..."
Marina squealed in astonishment as her Handler found his mark with
practiced ease. The teenager was forced to raise up on her tip toes as the
man's long middle finger pushed deeply into her rectal passage. A
shuddering groan escaped her lips. In a fraction of a second, Marina felt
the palm of Timothy's hand press against the cheeks of her shapely bottom.
Beside her, Melanie was entered anally by Alex. Even in her subdued state
of mind, Melanie reacted visibly to the presence of her Handler. It
registered on her pretty face in the form of a surprised and thoughtful
expression.
From that moment onward, the two sisters would never again be empty back
there during their stay at The Youth Training Center. "At TYTC, we believe
that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her bottom."
Alex felt his young charge bear down on his finger with her strong
sphincter muscles. With a hand resting on her shoulder to stabilize her,
Alex pushed his middle finger deeper into Melanie Nesbit. She appeared to
be delightfully fit.
True to character, Marina struggled against the latest invasion of her
person. Timothy held a fist full of blond hair in his left hand while he
proceeded to thrust his finger forcefully into the resistant teenager
repeatedly, the palm of his hand slapping rhythmically against her
buttocks. He shook the girl by her hair saying, "You will hold still, Miss
Nesbit, if you know what's good for you."
"You bastard!" Marina shrieked as the horrible man's finger probed her
unmercifully. She fought with her defiler for another few seconds before
finally settling down. As she slowly complied, Marina recognized that the
man reduced the intensity of his anal attentions accordingly until at last,
he only rubbed her firm buttocks in slowly.
"That's much better," Timothy muttered approvingly. "I warn you, Miss
Nesbit. I'll tolerate no further breaches of protocol. Do I make myself
clear?" He pressed his finger deeply into Marina. The stubborn teen
shuddered in his strong hands. Then at last she nodded a gasping consent.
Unconsciously she gave Timothy a decisive squeeze.
The pretty sisters were then marched from the Headmaster's office. Each
was held in check by her Handler who maintained a grip on her shoulder with
one hand. His other hand was pressed tightly against his sweet charge's
adorable little fanny while with a finger he maintained Continuous Anal
Presence. The TYTC C.A.P. program will be discussed in greater detail
later.
After completing their Induction Interview, the Nesbit sisters were
separated. Melanie was very frightened as she walked down the silent
hallway followed closely by a new Handler. Alex, being the Chief Handler
at the Center, was needed for her sister's medical exam, so Melanie had
been turned over to another of the TYTC staff.
Melanie's new companion was named Herb. Herb had been with the
organization for many years, was exceptionally talented. Being a long term
member of the very close knit family of dedicated men and women at TYTC,
Herb was admired by all, and Alex considered him to be the perfect choice
to carry out this phase of the young teenager's training.
The traumatic shock and subsequent near paralysis Melanie had
experienced resulting from her abduction, coupled with the dreadful
interview she'd recently been forced to endure was ever so gradually
wearing off. The man behind her pulled her to the left when they reached a
"T" at the end of the hallway. They passed by several solid looking doors,
each bearing an engraved brass plate. Melanie was very curious about her
situation and surroundings, but each time she tried to look to the side to
perhaps read one of the door signs, Herb corrected her abruptly.
"Eyes straight ahead, young lady," he ordered sternly as they proceeded
down the passageway. In a few yards, they stopped in front of a door.
When she was turned to face it, Melanie looked up at a sign which read,
"Defloration". At her tender age of innocence, Melanie Nesbit had no idea
what the term meant or that it clearly spelled peril. Herb opened the door
and usher her inside.
Melanie had almost forgotten that she was unclothed until the chill air
of the sterile looking room wafted over her. She shivered, then as though
just then discovering her nakedness, Melanie hugged herself, covering her
small breasts with her arms A door at the far side of the white tiled
chamber opened and another man dressed in white coveralls entered.
Unconsciously one of Melanie's hands dropped to cover herself as the other
man approached.
"Hi Herb," the second man said stopping directly in front of Melanie.
"New Guest, I assume," he commented, reaching toward the blushing girl.
Instinctively, Melanie recoiled from his touch. She tried to look away and
immediately felt the man standing behind her tighten his grip on her
shoulder. The other man unabashedly placed his fingers beneath Melanie's
chin and forced her lovely face upward. "Look at me, young lady," he said
with a voice of authority. When Melanie timidly raised her blue eyes to
his, he smiled at her warmly. Then like a finely choreographed dance, the
two men began Melanie's training.
"What's her name?" the stranger asked. He continued to look Melanie
directly in the eye when he spoke.
"Brent, this is Miss Melanie Nesbit," Herb said to his co-worker.
"Melanie and her sister, Marina are our newest Guests."
"Hello, Melanie," the man named Brent said, holding her gaze with his
dark eyes like a viper holds a sparrow captive before he strikes.
Meanwhile, almost unnoticed by the young girl, Herb began to move his
finger slowly inside of her. "Melanie's sister has been taken to the
Fitting Room, and will probably join us for lunch, but in the meantime
young Melanie here has more pressing business to attend to."
"Indeed," Brent said, his smile turning more ominous. "Please, drop
your hands to your sides, Miss Nesbit," he said. It was not a request.
Melanie slowly began to recognize her peril, and her pretty face reflected
her growing apprehension. She was suddenly very self-conscious and
reluctant to expose herself in front of this strange new man. She hugged
herself all the more tightly. With her left hand, she cupped herself,
shielding herself from prying eyes.
"Do as you're told, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered from behind her. He
pressed his finger in deeper, causing the teenager to groan.
The man named Brent stared intently into Melanie's eyes which grew
rounder and wider with her escalating alarm. "Silence, Miss Nesbit!" he
commanded the distressed young girl. "Drop your hands," he repeated. Then
he took Melanie's right arm and pulled it slowly away from her chest. She
offered only partial resistance as he pushed her arm down to her side.
"Remove your other hand, now, Miss Nesbit," Brent said sternly. His
resolve was very clear.
"Owww," Melanie moaned when Herb probed her again from behind.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit, and uncover yourself this instant," Brent
threatened. He continued to hold the disconcerted girl locked in his
hypnotic gaze while out of the corner of his eye, he saw her left arm move
slowly aside. Without hesitation, Brent smoothly slipped his hand in where
her's had just recently been.
"Nnnnnoo," Melanie whimpered in fear. Instinctively she tried to jerk
herself away, but found that the Handler behind her would not allow her to
escape. In addition he started to move his finger inside of her bottom
again. Meanwhile, Melanie began to tremble in a near panic as the man
standing in front of her slid his big hand over her, cupping her most
intimate area. Brent gazed into Melanie's widely staring eyes as with a
perceptive smile he started to rub her, touching the youngster where no one
had ever touched her before.
"Move your hand away, Miss Nesbit," Brent growled when she reflexively
covered his groping hand with hers.
"Sssttttppppppp," Melanie hissed miserably through clenched teeth, as
she forced herself to remove her hand from his, allowing the man to
continue to squeeze and rub and cuddle.
This had to be the worst thing that had ever happened to her. More than
once over the years Melanie had refused her sister's offer to "show her
stuff". Melanie never failed to berate herself each time, however, calling
herself a "big chicken" or worse. And if she didn't, Marina surely would,
using her perceived "worldliness" to lash her demure twin sister like a
whip. As a result of these emotional floggings, Melanie had never allowed
a boy to even get close. Now the teenager stood trembling between two
grown men. One had his finger in her rear end while the other touched
her...touched her... "You know!" The experience was at the same time
frightening and demeaning, but somehow mysterious and exciting. Melanie
shut her eyes tightly and tried to hang on to her sanity. She wondered
what Marina was doing and where she was.
"Open your eyes, Miss Nesbit," Brent ordered, pinching Melanie in a
place she didn't know existed. It got her attention. Her blue eyes leapt
open, and when she opened her mouth to express her discomfort, Melanie
received yet another revelation.
Brent moved with surprising swiftness as with practiced ease he stepped
closer to Melanie, pressing his body against her nakedness. He snaked his
right arm around the teenager's shoulders and clamped her slim neck in the
crotch of his elbow. Then pulling the vulnerable young girl to him he
crushed his mouth roughly over her soft lips. Before she knew what was
happening, his tongue was sampling the back of her throat.
As was every aspect of Herb's and Brent's handling of Melanie Nesbit
thus far, the intense kiss was premeditated and an integral part of her
conditioning exercises. It is a well known fact that pre-teenage girls who
are unfamiliar with the ways of love, regard a kiss as the ultimate
expression of intimacy. To a slightly lesser degree, the same holds true
for a girl in her early teenage years, especially if she has never been
touched before. To take her orally, even in the form of a fervent kiss, is
to take her completely.
"Gmmmphh," Melanie huffed into Brent's mouth. Her hands scrabbled
ineffectually at his shoulders as the man went about having his way with
her. His tongue roamed freely about the interior of her mouth, sliding
fluidly over her teeth and the inside of her lips. She gagged several
times when he was somehow able to push his surprisingly long tongue down
her throat.
Each time she gagged, Melanie's tummy heaved, and Herb monitored a
strong squeeze around his steadily stroking finger.
We have always found it remarkable the way the internal abdominal muscle
groups of the female anatomy can work either in concert or independently.
Our Guests devote a great many hours to the conditioning of these vitally
important muscle groups and to the development of the skills needed to use
them effectively. Herb knew without a doubt that young Melanie held great
potential as a lover. It would be his duty and the duty of his fellow
Handlers to provide her with opportunities for discovery and practice.
"Maawwk," the young girl squawked into Brent's open mouth when he
pinched one of her marvelously resilient labia majora. Thus far he had not
ventured between the two heavy and pliant folds of female flesh, effecting
only external exploration for the moment. Melanie was wonderfully warm,
and Brent could feel her feminine moisture begin to assert itself. She
would be ready soon.
A full ten minutes passed while the two men administered to the young
teenager. It came as no surprise to either Handler, when Brent at last
removed his mouth from hers, that Melanie had begun to participate, even if
only on an elementary level.
There is a widely known, yet hotly disputed theory which states that,
"Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner or apparatus,
employing the proper techniques, for an adequate period of time, any
female, regardless of the circumstances of her involvement, will eventually
become an active and willing participant in the association." It's the line
which reads, "regardless of the circumstances of her involvement" that is
so vehemently contested by feminist groups, and for obvious reasons. No
self-possessed, modern-day woman would ever wish to admit, or even
speculate, that she might eventually become a willing partner in what began
as a non-consensual relationship. At TYTC we are convinced that this
concept is far from theoretical. In fact it is one of the cornerstones of
our training philosophy. We see it proven every day, as our Guests bloom
and flourish. Our one hundred percent success rate clearly confirms that
the right mixture of patience and determination will always yield a
contented, Fully Functional Female with an exceptionally accommodating
disposition.
Melanie Nesbit was certainly no exception. Brent noted that just prior
to his breaking off their impassioned kiss, the teenager had all but ceased
to avoid the touch of his tongue to hers. Also, when he at last removed
his arm from around her then stepped back, he noticed a distinct blush of
color glowing around her neck and shoulders. Melanie's delicate face was
also flushed a rosy shade of pink, and her big blue eyes had already taken
on that distant and hazy appearance associated with female arousal.
Without a word passing between them, Herb and Brent led the somewhat
unsteady young girl toward a bench-like apparatus in the center of the
room. Together the two Handlers helped Melanie to kneel on the padded ledge
provided for that purpose. At that time, Herb slipped his finger out of
the teenager's rectum. This would be one of the very few times that
Melanie would be without something inserted into her anal passage, either
human or artificial.
"Lie forward onto the table surface, Miss Nesbit," Herb instructed.
"We're going to give you a minute to relax and collect yourself before we
continue," he went on in a calm voice. Meanwhile, Brent stepped over to a
cabinet against the far wall. Being borderline shocky, Melanie didn't
argue with Herb. She was actually grateful for the chance to rest.
Bending at her waist, she slowly stretched herself out across the padded
surface of the "Defloration Stand".
It felt a little weird to be in a half-kneeling, half-prone position,
but suddenly Melanie was too weary to care. She lay her cheek against the
cool vinyl padding and closed her eyes. Herb looked down approvingly at
the young teenager's surprisingly broad hips and shapely bottom. With only
a few minor adjustments, Melanie would be in the ideal position for
mounting. He heard a cabinet door close and looked up to see Brent return
carrying a pneumatic vaccination gun.
The youngster heard more than felt the injection. Her body jumped once
in surprise then lay motionless. Herb watched the growing confusion in
Melanie's big blue eyes as Brent replaced the vaccination gun into its
storage locker.
"I know you can hear me, Miss Nesbit," Herb said to her. "Don't bother
trying to answer," he said stepping closer and leaning down so that his
face was only inches from hers. "We have given you a dose of a drug called
Ketamine," he said, speaking softly. "Ketamine is unique in that it only
paralyzes the motor nervous system and nothing else." He smiled
benevolently. "In other words, Miss Nesbit, you cannot move and you cannot
speak, but you can still breath, obviously," he chuckled at his little
joke. "Also, you can still feel when you're touched. Here, let me show
you," he offered helpfully. Herb kept his eyes on hers as he reached back
and slipped his fingers between Melanie's firm buttocks. He didn't have to
delve too deeply before his finger tips met with her supple outer lips. As
he pressed his fingertips against the warm, moist folds of flesh hidden
between her firm thighs, he noted the subtle changes in her eyes, and a
slight flaring of her nostrils that indicated the girl knew she was being
handled. "You see?" he murmured to the paralyzed teenager as he removed
his probing fingers and patted her affectionately on the bottom.
Brent returned to the Stand and set about making the final arrangements.
One at a time, he moved Melanie's knees toward the outer edges of the
kneeler. Then as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do,
Brent squatted down behind her.
Meanwhile, Herb removed a padded block from a hidden recess under the
Stand. The block was padded on all sides and could be used in several
configurations if needed. Herb rotated the block until the side that had
the deep "V" notch molded into it was on top. Then using both hands, he
carefully raised Melanie's head. There was no resistance on the girl's
part what so ever, as Herb turned her head, raised her chin then placed it
into the padded notch of the accessory block. When he was finished,
Melanie's head was back with her chin supported in such a manner that she
faced the end of the table. "That's a good girl," Herb murmured as he
spread her long blond hair across her shoulders. He patted her
affectionately on the top of her head.
Melanie became very frightened from the minute she realized that she
couldn't move a muscle. She had no idea what was about to happen to her,
but she somehow sensed that it wasn't going to be pleasant. She lay
totally helpless while one man arranged her head in the strange support
cradle. Then she felt but couldn't see the other man move her knees apart.
Melanie's fears redoubled when first she felt his hands touch her bottom,
then she sensed that she was being spread open. She could feel the cool
room air against her normally hidden flesh. Melanie was mortified to know
that she was being visually inspected and was powerless to do anything to
prevent it.
Brent placed his big hands onto the young girl's excellent buttocks.
The flesh was warm and resilient. Carefully he spread her open. Brent
quickly discovered that he would have to manually open the girl's heavy
labia in order to properly inspect her. Pulling hard with his hands, Brent
spread Melanie's rounded buttocks apart until her little anus poked
outward. Then using his thumbs, he reached between her inner thighs, parted
the thick folds of flesh and was greeted by the ever so pleasant sight of
thin, dark pink petals, already sparkling with nectar. Digging a little
deeper Brent was at last able to open Melanie completely. When he leaned
closer, he felt that wonderful moist feminine heat against his face and was
treated to a whiff of her intoxicating scent . Between Melanie's narrow
and obviously unused labia minora winked the entrance to her palace, the
previously unchallenged portal to the pleasures of her womanhood. There
was no doubt in Brent's mind that Miss Melanie Nesbit was untouched. He'd
inspected literally hundreds of young ladies during his lengthy tenure at
TYTC and had been personally instrumental in helping many to make that very
special transition. He could tell simply by looking at young Melanie that
she was going to be a joy to work with.
"Camera ready?" Brent asked, looking at Herb over Melanie's pretty butt.
Herb nodded. He'd wasted no time. While Brent inspected the youngster,
he'd positioned the video cameras and switched them on standby. All of the
deflorations at the Center were taped. Many of the Center's clients wished
to preserve their "Special Girl's" big day as a keepsake, and the Center
also kept a video record of practically every step in the training of its
Guests, for research purposes.
"OK, we're all ready then," Brent said. Before he released Melanie's
cheeks, however, he did something that he did with every young virgin prior
to her deflowering. It was kind of a trade mark with Brent. Herb watched
with a smile as his partner lowered his face between the young girl's
thighs. Brent brought his nose to withing an inch of Melanie's virgin
flower. Then with a long, slow inhale, he took of a deep draft of her
heady scent. "It's like sniffing a fine brandy," Brent always said. "And
every young lady has her own unique fragrance," he explains. "It takes a
real connoisseur to tell the difference between some girls, but when you've
worked with as many as I have, you can tell. You can definitely tell," he
says with a smile.
Knowing his partner's routine well, Herb leaned down and looked into
Melanie's eyes. A smile spread on his face when he saw the glimmer of
alarm flash in those two pools of blue. From the other end of the table
Brent made "yummy sounds". His face was buried between the young girl's
thighs. A full minute passed before Brent sat back on his haunches. His
expression was one of thoughtfulness. His mouth and chin glistened with
silky nectar. Licking his lips, he said at last, "Excellent. Not too
salty. She keeps herself well, for a young girl." Then glancing in Herb's
direction he commented casually, "You know, she tastes a lot like that
feisty Asian girl we worked with last week. Remember her?" he asked as he
stood up behind Melanie.
"Mita, is her name," Herb recalled for his friend. "She's still here, I
think, and I hear she's still a real handful."
"I figured as much," Brent said conversationally as he unzipped his
coveralls. The coveralls that the Center supplied for its Handlers and
attendants were designed to unzip quickly. The dual action zipper could be
zipped up or down as needed. "I could see it in her eyes," Brent went on
as he pulled his semi-flaccid manhood out and started to stroke himself
into full erection. Placing one hand on Melanie's hip, he stepped forward.
Brent, like all of the Handlers could bring himself to full erection at
will and very quickly, no matter what the circumstances. He was about to
proceed when he stopped unexpectedly.
"Anything wrong?" Herb asked. He'd pulled a stool over in front of the
Stand so that he could monitor Melanie's expressions during her special
moment. He held a clipboard for notes.
Again, the thoughtful expression appeared on Brent's face. "She's a
sweet kid," he said almost tenderly. Reaching for his belt pouch, Brent
produced his tube of K-Y Jelly. "She's starting to self-lubricate, but
she's still pretty dry. I think I'll give her a break." He shrugged.
Herb always knew that Brent had a soft spot. "That's a good idea, man.
I'm sure she'll thank you later." He smiled down at Melanie then winked at
Brent.
"Is that his...his tongue!!!!!" Melanie's mind screamed when she first
felt the warm, wet object touch her. "Oh, God!" she cried silently as the
man's mouth traveled over her, tickling, probing, sampling. The sensation
was at the same time, ghastly yet somehow exhilarating??? Thankfully it
didn't last long. If he'd persisted with what he was doing back there,
Melanie wasn't sure what would have happened. The sensations that flashed
through her nubile femininity were like nothing she'd ever imagined. They
were confusing and very powerful. She didn't know whether she wanted to
cry or giggle.
Brent took Melanie by her right hip once again. The Stand had the young
girl positioned at just the right height. He saw Herb switch on both
cameras as he squeezed the shaft of his penis in his left hand then lowered
its slightly pointed tip between the firm globes of the youngster's fine
little rear end. In his mind's eye, Brent saw the young girl's untried
vaginal muscles begin to clutch reflexively as he pressed himself against
her. Although he knew very well that she was unable to move any of her
external muscle sets, Brent always maintained that he could feel a slight
trembling of flesh through the head of his penis as he hunted slowly up and
down in preparation for insertion. He paused at her gates, allowing the
youngster one last moment as a child.
Melanie had, of course, seen a few dirty pictures in her time, so she
wasn't totally uninformed. Still, when the smooth, hot object first made
contact with her, it took the girl a few seconds to put two and two
together. When the realization finally did dawn on her, all she could do
was to stare helplessly into the eyes of the man named Herb who's face was
just inches from her own. He'd actually leaned forward and rested his chin
on folded arms for an even closer view. The hot object moved slowly up and
down between her legs for a minute or so, then stopped.
As if on cue, Herb raised his head up off his arms, reached out and took
Melanie's wrists in his big hands. Then, without a word, he tugged her
arms toward the end of the table, pulling her shoulders forward and causing
her back to arch slightly. Melanie gave Herb a questioning look as her
vaginal passage came into perfect alignment for entry. Herb nodded to his
coworker then looked deeply into Melanie's widely staring eyes.
Melanie gave a prolonged blink as what began as a slight stretching
sensation, quickly grew to uncomfortable proportions. Herb watched her
pink tongue move tentatively behind slightly parted lips. She stared
helplessly at him, eyes wide with apprehension and pain. Another prolonged
blink.
From outside the room marked "Defloration", a passerby would have heard
a single muffled cry as Melanie Nesbit became a woman.
"You're not putting me into that thing!" Marina Nesbit had been quite
adamant about her decision not to allow herself to be placed into the evil
looking chair.
The head strong young lady had then proceed to kick and bight and
scratch unmercifully at Alex and the unfortunate Associate he'd asked to
assist him. Her attempts at direct disobedience were not only absurdly
nonproductive, but as Marina would soon find out, they were also met with
immediate and often demoralizing rewards administered in some form of
sexual interaction between herself and either a Handler, another Guest or
some exotic device.
As was bound to happen, Marina quickly found herself restrained in the
oddly shaped chair. At first glance, the apparatus looked much like a
birthing chair, but that is where the similarities ended. Unlike a
birthing chair which is designed to let things out, this specialty
apparatus is designed to facilitate putting things in as well.
The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at approximately the same
height as a barber's chair and had controls that allowed it to be raised or
lowered to any height. The entire chair could also be tilted, allowing its
occupant to be seated upright or leaned back into a recumbent position.
The real distinguishing feature of the apparatus was the seat itself. The
seat bottom was split into two sections such that the occupant's thighs are
cradled and supported while leaving her buttocks free and accessible.
Attached to the seat were two leg extensions which ended in stainless steel
stirrups. The lower extremity extensions were articulated such that they
could be adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and down.
On the sides of the chair were arm rests which, like the leg extensions,
were also adjustable. Additionally, like the leg rests, they were equipped
with nylon restraint straps which fastened with velcro closures. Just
above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band was attached to a
head rest at neck level. Once seated in the "Cooperation Seat", and
restrained at the throat, arms and legs, a Guest is completely immobilized.
In this remarkable seat, Marina Nesbit sat fuming. In spite of the fact
that she was securely bound, hand and foot, the resolute young girl still
fought her bonds. Turning her head as far as the neck restraint strap
would allow, Marina spat at the Handler named Gary who'd been charged with
maintaining anal presence for her while Alex busied himself with
preparations at the lab bench against the far wall.
Following her examination, Marina would more than likely be given to
Gary for training, but that decision was up to Alex and those higher up in
the organization. Gary easily dodged the spittle which the girl launched
at him and continued to slowly move his impaling finger in and out of her
tight little bottom. He gave the irate teenager a patronizing smile.
Just then they both heard a muffled cry which came from somewhere else
in the complex. Marina wondered briefly who the poor girl was who also was
being tortured by these insane monsters, but was quickly brought back to
the present when the horrible man named Alex suddenly appeared beside her.
"Is she still insisting on challenging the inevitable?" Alex asked his
coworker while he stared hard at Marina. The head strong teenager glared
at back at him defiantly.
"She still wants to play `tough girl'," Gary replied with a lilting
chuckle. "I suppose some are just slow learners. Her sister appeared to
be a lot more cooperative, didn't she," he added casually.
"Yes, well," Alex paused thoughtfully. "We need to get started," he
then said purposefully. Moving so that he could be assured of having the
girl's undivided attention, he began. "Miss Nesbit what we need to
accomplish here in as brief a time as we can manage is a routine medical
examination. Your willing participation will no doubt speed up the process
considerably, however, I want to make one thing abundantly clear to you
before we proceed." He paused for dramatic effect. "Your cooperation is
not optional, Miss Nesbit." He stared at her with his piercing grey eyes.
He had to give the girl credit. She did have courage. Not once did she
look away or shrink from his ominous insinuations while he lectured her.
"We expect obedience from our Guests, and obedience we shall have." Again
he waited. Marina said nothing.
"I want you to answer a few questions for me," Alex said after an
uncomfortable period of silence. The first was innocent enough and would
hopefully put the willful teenager more at ease. "Are you experiencing any
health problems, Miss Nesbit?" Alex asked. "Or are you under a doctor's
care at the present time?"
Marina sat staring at her tormentor. She hadn't expected such an
innocuous question. After several seconds, she exhaled a long breath then
shook her head, indicating that she did not and was not.
Alex paid very close attention to Marina's body language during this
interview portion of the examination. The girl's shoulders had drooped
noticeably following his first question. "Are you currently taking any
prescribed medications?"
"No," Marina replied softly.
"Good," Alex thought to himself. "She's starting to relax a bit."
"How about allergies, Miss Nesbit? Are you allergic to any prescription
drugs like penicillin, for example?"
Marina lowered her gaze and shook her head.
"Good. Your cooperation is appreciated, Miss Nesbit," Alex responded.
"Do you drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes?"
"No way!" Marina answered quite rudely. "I'm not stupid, you know."
Alex smiled patiently at her outburst. Soon there would come a time
when such displays of willfulness and disrespect would become the stuff of
another life for Marina, but for now, Alex was willing to let a few minor
transgressions pass unpunished.
"Very well," he said flatly, and made a note on his clipboard. "How
about recreational drugs then, Miss Nesbit? Do you use marijuana or any
other controlled substances regularly or even sporadically?" The teenage
girl's expression of shocked indignation was all the answer Alex needed.
"I'll take that as a `No'," he said. Now for the more personal part of the
interview. "Tell me, Miss Nesbit. Are you on any program of birth control
at this time?"
Marina's expression abruptly turned hard. Several seconds passed while
she sat silently refusing to answer the question. Alex waited patiently.
The room was utterly still with the exception of the occasional sticky
sound caused by Gary's finger moving in and out of Marina's back side. The
sounds were very humiliating to the self absorbed teenager as she sat naked
before her interrogator. Not to mention the fact that a total stranger had
his finger up her back side in the first place.
"We are informed by the gentleman who requested that you and your sister
be enrolled with us that you have been sexually active for more than a
year, Miss Nesbit," Alex continued matter-of-factly. "Are you, or are you
not taking precautions, young lady?" he asked quite sternly.
"Who are these people?" Marina's mind cried and not for the last time.
"And who is this `gentleman' who sent her to this awful place?" The
questions continued to flood her mind until Alex interrupted her musings.
"Answer me, Miss Nesbit," he ordered in a tone that left no room for
debate.
Marina struggled with her own self-consciousness. The question was of a
highly personal nature. She looked sheepishly into the man's grey eyes.
Then in an almost inaudible voice Marina said, "He pulls out."
"He what?" Alex asked. He'd heard the answer but wanted her to repeat
it, since it so obviously made her uncomfortable. Marina looked away.
"Look at me and answer the question," Alex demanded.
"I said, he pulls out," Marina said at last. As she did, she raised her
eyes to his. Her characteristic defiance was back in spades.
Alex said nothing for awhile as he stared at the young girl. Then in
the most patronizing tone of voice he could muster, he said, "He pulls out.
You mean coitus interruptus, Miss Nesbit? That's a rather unaccommodating
way to treat a lover, young lady, not to mention risky." Marina glared at
him. She was both embarrassed and angry. "In any case, Miss Nesbit, you
should be capable of satisfying a man completely, and given the proper
training you will soon be doing just exactly that on a regular basis." He
patted the stunned girl on her left knee. "So tell me, Miss Nesbit, how
many lovers have you had to date, and how often did you entertain them?" he
asked casually. Again, Alex already knew the answer to the question. It
had been delivered purely for it's shock value. He was forced to exercise
great self control to keep from bursting out laughing as he watched the
disbelief bloom on the lovely girl's face. He placed his hand on her left
knee and waited patiently.
Marina was speechless. For several moments she was only able to
splutter and stammer in short indecipherable bursts. "That....it....that's
none of your damn business!" she was at last able to get out. "Who do you
think you are?" she added vehemently. "You kidnap my sister and me. Tie
us up and abuse us. You people are monsters... disgusting... despicable
monsters!"
Alex waited calmly while her rebuke raged on. "She is certainly a
scrapper," he reflected, watching Marina strain at her bonds, her small
fists alternately clenching and opening. Alex did not acknowledge Marina's
outburst, nor did he offer her any explanations or justifications. Instead
he continued the interview in a calm, controlled manner, "Are you in the
habit of responding to your lovers' wishes, Miss Nesbit, or do you
routinely withhold sexual favors in order to get your own way?" He didn't
give Marina time to respond before noting, "Judging from your previous
choice of contraceptive method, I would have to surmise that you are, what
has become the all too typical, self-serving young woman who uses her
sexual prowess to manipulate and to control. Isn't that so, Miss Nesbit?"
Marina was so shocked by what Alex was saying to her that she didn't
notice his hand begin to slid slowly down the top of her thigh. "You've
become accustomed to being in `the driver's seat'. Haven't you, young
lady?" he leaned closer to her, staring deeply into her clear blue eyes.
"Well, I have news for you, Miss Marina Nesbit," his voicing becoming more
ominous. "All of that behavior is ended right now." To reinforce his
statement, Alex removed his hand from Marina's thigh, then without a word,
he pushed his middle finger into her vagina until his knuckles pressed
against the moist flesh of her womanhood.
Marina squawked in stunned surprise, and began struggling against her
bonds with renewed vigor. Never in her life would she have imagined that
she would be treated in such a manner. "Leave me alone, you bastards!" she
hissed through clenched teeth, but her struggles and protests were to no
avail. No matter how hard she tried to fight, the man named Gary, now
seated slightly to Marina's right and just behind her continued to move his
finger slowly in and out of her back side. It was a thoroughly enraging
and utterly demeaning experience for the head-strong teenager. And now, to
make matters worse, for the second time that morning a man had his finger
inside of her. Marina couldn't bear to look at him as he began to search
around inside of her most intimate spaces.
"Look at me, young lady," Alex ordered. "This is not optional, Miss
Nesbit. Any time that you are in the hands of one of our staff, you will
always look him or her directly in the eye, unless specifically instructed
to the contrary. Do I make myself clear?" Alex continued to push his
finger deeply into Marina while he awaited her compliance.
Alex knew the inside of the female reproductive system like the back of
his hand. So when after a couple of minutes, the stubborn girl still had
not obeyed him, Alex did something with his finger that caused Marina to
yelp in pain.
Whatever the spot was inside of Marina that Alex knew about, it
certainly got the teenager's undivided attention. "Quit, you bastards!"
the obstinate girl shouted. "Owww, oh God!" Marina cried out when
immediately Alex found that special sweet spot once again.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said calmly.
At last, Marina glared at Alex with an icy stare. "Fuck you!" she
hissed in a most unladylike fashion.
Alex returned her hostile stare with professional calmness. Then after
making a mental note regarding Marina's exceptional vaginal fitness, Alex
slowly removed his finger. Already it glistened with slippery nectar.
"Very well, Miss Nesbit," he said. "That certainly can be arranged.
Perhaps that is exactly what you need to help you to gain some humility."
Without another word, Alex moved out of Marina's field of vision and over
to a wall intercom unit.
Marina waited not knowing what might happen next. She'd nearly become
accustomed to the man's finger moving slowly in and out of her rear end.
It was like he was a part of her, almost. Just then, the door opened and
three young Handlers filed into the room. Marina felt a renewed sense of
embarrassment when the three men, led by Alex moved to a position directly
in front of her where she sat spread open in the Cooperation Seat. "What
the..." she started to ask, when Alex cut her off.
"Gentlemen," he began, addressing his coworkers. "I'd like for you to
meet Miss Marina Nesbit. Miss Nesbit arrived here this morning. As you
can see, she is an attractive girl, but she seems to be having a difficult
time adjusting to our way of life." Marina listened with growing
astonishment while she was discussed like a side of beef. "Gary has been
good enough to provide anal presence for Miss Nesbit, but I think the best
thing for her at this time is to make her the center of your attentions for
a few hours. Perhaps after that, she will be more cooperative. We'll
see." Alex glanced at his wristwatch. "I'll be back around two o'clock."
Having given his instructions, Alex simply walked away without so much
as a glance back in Marina's direction. Stunned at first, Marina didn't
know what to think. Then she looked up at the three men. "What's going
on?" she wondered aloud, her apprehension growing rapidly.
Marina's query wasn't answered verbally. In fact the first sound to be
heard was her groan of astonishment and dismay as the first man's penis
forced its way into Marina's rarely visited womanhood. There had been no
warning and certainly no foreplay. No sooner than the door closed behind
Alex, the first man unzipped his coveralls and removed his penis from its
confines. Then like all of the staff of Handlers at TYTC, the man was able
to bring himself to a full erection of considerable size in mere seconds.
"Hey, w...wait a minute!" Marina was able to gasp as the Handler stepped
forward between her legs. Then, as though he were performing a simple,
everyday task, the man leveled his penis, pressed its tip against Marina,
and entered her swiftly and smoothly.
Caught completely by surprise, Marina's body stiffened reflexively as
her mind wrestled numbly with the fact that a total stranger was having his
way with her. Her eyes grew wide in shocked disbelief as the sensations of
the man's penis pushing aside the convoluted walls of her nubile vagina
assaulted her understanding.
When at last the full impact of the insane reality of her situation set
in upon her, Marina exploded into a tumultuous tirade of curses and
senseless raging shrieks that were, no doubt heard throughout the Induction
Wing of the Center. Marina's attendants as well as the other members of
the staff who were within ear shot of her hostile diatribe, naturally paid
her no mind. Such outbursts were to be expected in the beginning, and as
busy as the Center had been lately, these sorts of protests were heard
almost daily.
"You bastards!" Marina shrieked. She wrenched and wrestled wildly with
the restraints of the Cooperation Seat. "Let me go, you son of a bitch!"
she yelled, glaring hotly at the man standing between her legs. "Let me
g... Ohhhh, gdddd..." Marina groaned through clenched teeth when the head
of the man's penis arrived at her spiritual center.
Marina had allowed herself to be seduced recently on only two previous
occasions, and both times by the same man, Mr. Graves, her history
teacher. Mr. Graves was not what one would refer to as a virile man. On
the contrary, he was middle aged, married and rather shy, actually. But he
gave Marina what she wanted. A good grade, and that feeling of power she
derived from the knowledge that she could dominate an adult male. With
only the promise of carnal favors, Marina found that she could bend most
men to her will. She'd taken pity on Graves, however and delivered. The
first occasion had been just before mid-term exams The second had been more
recently, and Marina still wasn't sure why she'd allowed their second
engagement. Mostly out of pity, she supposed. The poor man was so totally
enchanted by her, risking both his family and his career, that the
beautiful teenager had decided to allow him another "taste of nirvana".
Marina was omnipotent, indeed. The actual sexual act had been less than
satisfying for Marina on both occasions. She'd responded to Graves'
amorous attentions mechanically and with a cool aloofness. And as she'd
admitted to Alex, when Marina had sensed her history teacher's growing
state of arousal, she'd pushed him off of her. Then she'd further
emasculated the older man by making him apologize to her for "messing up
her dress" with his ejaculate.
When she is taken against her will, Rage is the first emotion
experienced by a female once she is over the shock of the initial
penetration . For Marina the tables had turned. The framework and rules
of her sexuality had drastically changed, and she was livid. In fact, she
was so enraged that she barely noticed when her new companion began to make
love to her. Conducting himself like a true professional, the young man,
started with a slow and purposeful succession of thrusts, not intended to
cause discomfort, but rather to allow his young subject to respond to him
of her own free will. A compliant response at this early stage of her
conditioning, was of course, unlikely, and true to form, Marina would have
none of it. When at last she realized what was happening, the irate
teenager redoubled her efforts to escape. Shutting her eyes tightly,
Marina struggled mightily against the velcro restraints of the Cooperation
Seat, but due to the remarkable design of the piece of specialty furniture,
she was unable to move more than a few centimeters in any given direction.
Certainly not far enough to escape her lover's amorous attentions. As
mentioned earlier, the man was quite well endowed, and easily maintained a
steady cadence, moving in and out of the young girl with alacrity.
With the exception of Marina's spirited protests, the atmosphere in the
room was quiet and businesslike. The young Handler who currently attended
to Marina said nothing at all while he went about fulfilling his
assignment. The two other men who'd been ushered in by Alex prior to his
exit took up a position to one side of Marina's seat in order to monitor
her progress. Gary, of course, sat just behind and to the right where he
diligently maintained what the Center refers to as CAP or Continuous Anal
Presence for Marina. More on the CAP Program later. All four men, in any
case, remained markedly silent.
For Marina, the quiet and purposeful manner in which her rape proceeded
was not only infuriating, it was very disconcerting as well. It was, of
course, all a part of a well planned operation, one that had been employed
successfully for years. The silence was instantly broken, however, when
Marina shut her eyes as a result of her struggles.
"Open your eyes," Marina heard one of the men say. It was the man who
was raping her, she realized, when out of curiosity, she obeyed. No sooner
had she opened her eyes, than the horrible man, whom Marina would later
come to know as Michael, said sternly, "Open your eyes and look at me, Miss
Nesbit." His steady cadence never faltered.
Marina glared at him icily. She was becoming more aware of his
presence. "Fuck you!" she hissed! She shut her eyes and turned her head to
the side. The padded neck strap allowed her that much movement.
The men exchanged knowing glances, and Michael smiled. They had all
noticed that Marina's last expletive had been delivered with ever so
slightly less conviction. One of the two observers moved to a position
directly behind the Cooperation Seat. Taking the young girl's head between
his big hands, the man turned Marina's face back to that of her lover.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit. Look at me while I make love to you," the man
named Michael ordered.
Although she was unable to resist the second man's efforts to hold her
head, forcing her to face her defiler, Marina refused to open her eyes.
"Fuck you, you bastards!" she swore through clenched teeth. Her eyes
remained tightly shut.
Gary, like all of the trained staff at TYTC, also had a more than
adequate working knowledge of the female anatomy which Marina soon found
out. After hooking his invasive digit inside of her rear end, he'd
scratched his fingernail over a well known area of tender anal flesh. The
resulting flash of pain was startling in its intensity. So startling in
fact, that the man's action instantly resulted in Marina's blue eyes
shooting open wide and staring with astonishment. Her mouth opened as
well, and out of it issued a surprised guttural grunt followed by a string
of profanities most unbecoming a young lady.
All the while, the man named Michael continued to deliver his slow and
deliberate strokes to the obstinate teen. Each thrust ended with the tip
of his penis pressing firmly against the girl's cervix. Without ramming
Marina, the Handler steadily filled her to capacity again and again. With
each exodus, Michael stopped just as the head of his manhood began to pull
at the inside of her gates. Then the process was repeated with a fluidity
of motion that was so entirely unassuming that the angry young female was
slowly becoming aroused without even realizing it.
"That's much better, Miss Nesbit," Michael said condescendingly when at
last her most recent tirade ended. "You must always look at your lover
whenever you are touched." Marina lowered her gaze.
Humiliation and extreme Self-consciousness are the second symptoms
resulting from a non-consensual engagement. Self-doubt follows quickly.
"How did I let myself get into this horrible mess?" Marina brooded.
"How can I let them do this to me?" Marina groaned softly, her thoughts
drawn inexorably toward the mass of flesh that moved in and out of her
abdomen. She was becoming disoriented and confused.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the horrible man between her legs repeated
calmly.
Anger flooded back into Marina's mind. "The audacity of the man," her
thoughts cried. Out loud, the teenager hissed, "You'll all pay for this,
you fucking animals!" She cast her gaze from one dispassionate male face to
the next.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Michael ordered. "You shall not speak unless
told to speak. Now look at me, Miss Nesbit. Look at me while I make love
to you."
Unlike her previous love interest, Mr. Graves, who on both occasions
that they'd coupled, gave obvious signs of his impending climax, the young
man who currently engaged Marina gave her no warning what-so-ever. To her
horror, Marina discovered much too late that she was staring directly into
the man's dark eyes, an expression of dumb wonder on her flushed face as an
unusual sensation of creeping internal heat gradually began to spread
through her pelvic region. "Uhh!" Marina gasped softly, her blue eyes
growing wider suddenly as she peered within in response to his first
significant spurt. She tried to look away, but found she could not. Her
eyes helplessly locked to his, Marina found it very upsetting that a sense
of shame was creeping into her psyche. It was so very subtle at this point
that the mild chagrin registered only in Marina's subconsciousness.
Michael gave her a curious sort of smile. He, of course, recognized the
teenager's growing subliminal self-loathing, knowing that it was the direct
result of her inherent awareness that her body was responding to his
attentions despite the perceived unfortunate circumstances. When his
second offering hit the very back of her vaginal passage, touching Marina
deeper than she would have imagined possible, the head strong teenager
started to suspect that something was amiss.
"Huuhh," Marina huffed when Michael pushed himself deeper. A third
issuance of liquid fire touched her deeply. Marina heard a wet, squishing
sound just before she felt the first of her lover's seminal deposit squeeze
from around his deeply seated male engine and trickle downward between her
buttocks. The cool room air felt chilled against its trail of dampness.
"No, you... you... didn't.. didn't?" she half whispered, half whined.
At that moment the realization dawned upon Marina that she'd been
inseminated for the first time in her life, and by a complete stranger. An
all encompassing sense of powerlessness washed over her as in her mind's
eye, Marina watched the tiny emissaries of her lover darting to and fro
over and through the fluffy convolutions of her interior. Eventually a
division of beautiful swimmers found and breached the tightly sealed
entrance to Marina's inner sanctum. Everything about her that was female
knew that she'd been impregnated by the man.
More on the psychological effectiveness of non-consensual encounters
later.
As the young girl lay contemplating the ruination of her life, the man
pulled out of her unceremoniously. The resulting wet "splop" was deeply
disturbing to Marina, and unconsciously, she found herself resenting him
for treating her so casually afterward.
"After all, they'd... they'd... they'd what?" Marina asked herself.
"Made love?" It dawned upon Marina quite suddenly just exactly what she'd
allowed herself to think. She was in the process of reprimanding herself
for such thoughts and therefore wasn't paying attention. Abruptly,
however, Marina was transported back from her mental detachment when a
second stiff penis slid into her. Opening her eyes at last, the teenager
discovered that one of the other two men was in the process of fucking her.
That's right. This one was fucking her, not making love. He was much
rougher than the other guy. Fortunately for Marina, however, she was
thoroughly lubricated from the residual semen of her first lover, and the
room resounded with the sloppy suction sounds of the second man's efforts
with the unhappy teenager.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the man ordered when Marina closed her eyes
in an attempt to escape her humiliation. He rammed himself deeply into
her.
"Ow! Fuck!" Marina howled, her anger quickly returning.
Unexpectedly from her right, Gary spoke up. "Silence, Miss Nesbit!" He
leaned around so that Marina could see him if she turned her head within
the limits of the throat restraint. "You know, Miss Nesbit," he began. As
he did, Marina became acutely aware of the fact that the man still had his
finger buried in her back side. In fact, he'd been there the whole time.
Even while her second man of the morning fucked her with ever increasing
enthusiasm, Marina felt Gary's finger. It was always there, no matter
what, and it always would be. "You know, Miss Nesbit, you seem to like to
curse quite a bit. More than is becoming for a girl of your tender age, I
might add."
Even though she was being well serviced by another man, Marina turned
and stared at Gary with a look of disbelief. "He's lecturing me!" her mind
cried in bewilderment.
"I think we should teach you the manner in which we believe a young lady
should use her mouth."
Marina didn't like the sound of that at all, and her expression said so.
Chuckling at her obvious distress, Gary asked, "Have you ever had a
man's penis in your mouth, Miss Nesbit?" as if he were asking her if she'd
ever eaten a cheeseburger.
Marina was so shocked by the question that she momentarily forgot about
the fact that she was being raped by another man at that very moment. The
very thought of what he suggested was utterly repugnant to Marina. In
fact, Mr. Grant had once asked her the same thing. She'd been so angry
she told him she never wanted to see him again. For two weeks, Marina
totally ignored her history teacher until the poor man was beside himself
with remorse. Marina swore that there was no way she would ever let a man
do that to her, and the fact that a total stranger would ask her such a
thing totally incensed her. Unfortunately, Marina failed to think before
answering.
"No fucking way!" she answered, sealing her immediate fate.
Gary appeared to ignore her unseemly outburst then asked, "And what
would you do, Miss Nesbit, were I to order you to let one of these fine
gentlemen place his penis into your mouth?"
With a cold hostility, Marina answered without a moment's hesitation.
"I'd bight it off. If any one of you bastards thinks he wants to give it a
try, go ahead," she went on with her characteristic arrogance. "It'll
serve you right, that's for sure!" Marina's lover had paused temporarily,
allowing the haughty teen her "day in the sun". He knew what was about to
happen.
Gary returned Marina's determined stare with an expression of calmness.
Slowly his finger moved in and out.. in and out.. in and out. After a
moment he glanced in the third man's direction. "Get it," he ordered.
While Marina's lover went back to work, the third man, the one who'd said
nothing all morning, stepped out of her field of view. When he returned a
minute later, he held a metal contraption that looked like an orthodontic
device, a retainer of some sort. "Slow down for a minute, Kurt," Gary said
to his coworker, "`til we get her wired up." Ignoring Marina's fearful
look, Gary said to the third man, "Go ahead, Ned. You do the honors this
time. I'm sure Michael won't mind holding her for you."
"Wha.....?" Marina squawked in alarm when the man who'd just recently
had his way with her stepped behind her chair and grabbed her head between
his two powerful hands.
Before Marina could think to resist, Michael wrenched her head around so
that she now looked straight up at the ceiling. Leaning over her from
behind, Michael said in a commanding tone of voice, "Open your mouth, Miss
Nesbit."
Fear gripped Marina as she stared up into Michael's cool green eyes, but
she was determined not to cooperate. Just then her lover rammed her good
and hard.
"Ahhhhuugghh," Marina gasped, opening her mouth wide. When she did,
Michael took advantage of the situation. Using his thumbs, he pushed
Marina's cheeks inward between her jaws, temporarily preventing her from
closing her mouth. That's when the silent man by the name of Ned stepped
forward holding the sinister looking apparatus.
"Mo.. Uh-uh.." Marina croaked, trying to shake her head free. Fright
filled her eyes as Ned moved the appliance made of shining steel wire and
wing nuts toward her mouth. "Awwwkkkk," the distressed squawked helplessly
as the two men manhandled her. The one called Ned deftly spread her lips
back while he positioned the thin steel plates between her teeth. Then
with Michael's help, the retaining strap was placed around the back of her
neck. All that remained was for Ned to adjust the big wing nut which lay
close to Marina's left cheek. Slowly and inexorably the two wire halves of
the jaw spreader separated opening Marina's mouth wider and wider. When at
last he saw her wince in pain, Ned stopped. Then turning the adjusting
screw the other way a bit, he allowed the girl's jaws to close slightly
until he saw in her eyes that the pain had subsided. Marina gazed up at
the men with terror in her eyes as she lay there bound to the Cooperation
Seat while one man continued to have his way with her. Now her mouth was
wired open by a horrible device leaving Marina feeling even more
vulnerable.
"I don't think you'll be bighting anyone now, my dear," Gary said as he
pulled her face toward him with his free hand. "Hold her Michael," he said
to his partner who still stood behind Marina's love seat. Obligingly the
other Handler placed his palm against Marina's left cheek, effectively
preventing her from turning away from Gary. "You have such a pretty mouth,
Miss Nesbit. Too bad you choose to fill it with such nasty words so
often." Without warning Gary reached into Marina's mouth with his index
finger. "Such pretty white teeth," he murmured as he moved his invading
finger over the backs of her teeth and gums then up to the roof of her
mouth.
Marina made a hideous squawking sound and struggled to free her head
from under Michael's hand.
"And such a sweet pink tongue," Gary said, ignoring her distress.
Finding her supple tongue with the tip of his finger he followed its
attempts to escape him. With all of her might, Marina tried to bight down
on him, to defeat the horrible appliance in her mouth, but to no avail.
Marina had never felt so dehumanized. At the other end of her body, a
stranger's penis moved more quickly now, and almost unnoticed, Gary's ever
present finger explored her posterior passage. As Kurt's amorous thrusts
increased in both vigor and rapidity so did the wet sounds of love which
emanated from between Marina's thighs.
"Sounds like she's pretty wet still, Kurt," Gary remarked good
naturedly. Kurt nodded. "Cause she's getting a little dry, back here." He
pushed his finger deeply into Marina, causing her to groan. "I know," Gary
said, pretending like he'd just had a fresh idea. "Maybe our little lady
will help us out." Smiling wickedly into Marina's terrified face, he asked,
"You'll help me get you wet back there, won't you, my dear?" Marina blinked
in surprise when for the first time in over and hour she suddenly found
herself with nothing in her anal passage. She was so surprised in fact
that she failed to realize what was about to happen to her until the
pungent smell of feces assaulted her senses. The next thing Marina knew
the man named Gary pushed his foul smelling middle finger into her mouth
and started to feel about her cheeks and under her tongue. Marina gagged
horribly when she recognized the bitter taste of her own feces on his
finger.
"Cawwwkk," Marina croaked when after a minute, Gary removed his
moistened finger from her mouth and returned it to her nether passage.
Then after moving it in and out several times, Gary pulled his finger out
of Marina's rear end and popped it back into her mouth. In this manner,
after several repetitions, Gary was able to transfer enough saliva from
Marina's mouth to her anal passage to act as a lubricant.
During this entire ordeal, the second man continued to fuck Marina with
marked enthusiasm. Gary knew from working with Kurt in the past that he
was preparing to make a deposit. Satisfied that Marina was suitably well
lubricated, Gary pushed his middle finger deeply into her anal passage, and
waited patiently. He was most gratified to feel two things. The first was
the fact that the young girl's anal muscles which mirrored her vaginal
contractions appeared to be working overtime, and secondly, Gary felt her
hips tugging at her bonds in time to her lover's thrusts. Marina Nesbit
was beginning to make the transition from victim to participant. Her body
was fucking back.
Then with an unexpected chuckle, Gary looked up at Ned and Michael.
"Jeeze...I almost forgot, gentlemen. I'm finished with her mouth. She's
all yours," he said cheerfully.
Marina Nesbit, age fourteen, swallowed her first penis at the exact
moment that Kurt, her second lover of the day, gave up his first offering
of semen to her. It was most certainly a momentous occasion for the
youngster, and one that she would surely never forget.
Marina had seen pictures of women on their knees with their noses buried
in the tufts of pubic hair of their male partners. She knew what they were
doing, and always considered the act to appear supremely demeaning. No
picture could have prepared Marina, however for the sensation of having a
man's penis introduced into her mouth between her lips and teeth held open
wide, buy a malicious jaw spreading apparatus. The back of the Cooperation
Seat was lowered, reclining Marina further still, and bringing her head to
the proper height. Then Ned held her face turned to the side while Michael
pushed the head of his penis into her open mouth. Marina's eyes opened
widely in shock as she felt for the first time, the smooth head of a penis
press against the back of her throat. At the same time, of course, Kurt
unleashed his torrent, adding another dimension to her experience. A brief
gurgling sound was all that was heard from Marina as the now familiar
feeling of heated ejaculate spread throughout her belly. The reason for
the brevity her verbal response to her lovers' attentions was the fact that
at the same time, the head of Michael's penis "rounded the corner".
Marina's entire body trembled quite violently, and her small hands clenched
into two tight fists beneath the velcro restraints. Placing one hand on
her forehead and the other behind her neck, Michael drew Marina forward
onto himself, and just like in the magazine photographs, Marina's nose
nestled into his pubic curls.
Marina barely noticed the switch when Kurt pulled out of her and Ned
took over. However, now that she had a fresh lover on either end, the
intensity of Marina's romantic experience increased. The two men worked
well together. Had the threesome been viewed from above, at one point it
would have appeared that Marina had one continuous male shaft passing
through her body as her two lovers alternated thrusts.
Michael and Kurt naturally monitored each other's progress, so when the
time was right, the men made a joint offering. This represented another
first for Marina when Michael unloaded down her throat. Simultaneously,
Ned seeded the young teenager, her third insemination of the day. The four
professional Handlers would, if nothing else cause Marina to think of
herself as a semen receptacle, and that was progress.
We close this chapter with Kurt, stepping up to the plate for a second
go at Marina. Stay tuned for the next installment, and we'll look in on
Melanie Nesbit. We suspect that the shy and subdued young lady will have
an easier time of it than her head strong sister.
Continued in TYTC 3.2
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