Message-ID: <26792asstr$971129419@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: StoryMaster X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-MIME-Autoconverted: from 8bit to quoted-printable by news.news-service.com id MAA27934 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id GAA32674 Subject: {ASSM} RP: "TYTC 3.1 - The Twins" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, nc] Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2000 18:10:19 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Vulpine, RuiJorge 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 ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+