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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
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   10S-NE1 (Tennis Anyone) - Part Two - by - The StoryMaster

   Chapter One

   "Ted...  Hey Ted," the burly black man dressed in snow white coveralls
called to his colleague as the other man rounded a corner up ahead in the
broad central corridor.  "Hey, wait up, man," he said breathlessly after
racing to catch up.

   "Hello, Roger," Ted responded but continued his rather fast pace down
the hallway.

   "What's your hurry, my man?" Roger asked as he fell into step with his
friend and coworker.

   "No real hurry," Ted replied.  "Just got a busy schedule, that's all,"
he explained.

   Roger understood very well what his friend meant, for he too was quite
busy.  It seemed that lately the new inductees at The Youth Training Center
came in waves.  Weeks would go by without much activity from the
Collections Department, then all of a sudden a flurry of new Guests would
arrive, and as all the TYTC Handlers knew, new Guests required extra
attention during their acclimation period.  There were myriads of
interviews and tests to conduct as well as medical exams and orientation
sessions, all absolutely necessary in order to effectively integrate the
new inductees into the TYTC family and their new way of life.

   Suddenly, back down the corridor in the direction from which they'd come
there arose a tumultuous uproar.  "Let go of me you bastards!" a female
voice shrieked.

   Picking up on the girl's accent, Roger turned.  "Is that her?" he asked
somewhat excitedly as he took his friend by the arm, halting his progress.
"Frank told me she was here, but I thought he was just messin' with me,"
the big black man added.

   "That's her, alright," Ted responded, raising his eyebrows.  "We just
finished her Double I, and now she's on her way to Medical." The two men
stared down the hallway in the direction of the trio of individuals who
moved slowly away from them.  Between the two large men who were dressed in
the standard issue white coveralls of a TYTC Handler, a blond she-cat
fought furiously, spitting and kicking and shouting obscenities in at least
two languages.  Even from a distance, her sun bronzed skin appeared to
glow, and as she thrashed to and fro between her two attendants; her thick
braid of golden hair whipped about like a mad python.

   "Well I'll be damned," Roger exclaimed, shaking his head.  "She looks
like a real handful," the black Handler commented with a wry chuckle. 
"Who's her Principal?" Roger inquired.

   "Rick Adams drew the long straw," Ted answered, turning away.  "Or
perhaps it's the short straw," he added with a sardonic smile as another
ear piercing shriek split the air and reverberated down the otherwise
silent hallway.  Roger continued to watch the noisy proceedings until the
trio turned and entered a side chamber.  The most recent, loud string of
profanities was abruptly cut off as the sound-proof door hissed closed
behind them.

   Turning and falling in with his colleague once more, Roger continued to
press his friend for details as the two of them progressed up the hallway.
"So you attended her Double I," Roger muttered almost to himself.  "So how
did it go?  Who else was there?  I want to hear everything, my man," the
black man said cheerfully.

   "It really wasn't all that remarkable, Roger," Ted told his curious
coworker.  "Expecting a confrontational interview, the Boss called in Mark
Haskel and assigned him to her team.  Rick began the interview, but
deferred regularly to Mark, especially once matters started heating up,"
Ted explained.  "We put her in the A-Frame, and Curtis Clark and I filled
in as control and composure attendants.  Mark performed her personal
assessment and field sizing, and Rick administered Thelazine." Then after a
pause, "Yeah, we had to CAP her at the Double I," Ted explained with a
shrug when he saw his partner's expression of surprise.  "We gave her a
size six, but I suspect she can handle more.  Surprisingly, she's rather
sloppy inside," the Handler commented.  "One would think that with all the
physical training she gets, somebody would have paid more attention to the
muscles that really matter to a girl," Ted added with a grin.

   "You mean you...?" Roger asked his colleague, unable to hide his
astonishment.

   "Yeah, I took a turn with her, vaginally and in the A-Frame; Matter of
fact, I believe I was her first N/C, and like I said, the young lady needs
a lot of exercise," Ted commented casually.  Roger was speechless for the
moment so Ted went on.  "There's no question she has potential.  She's
quite fit on the outside with a good utilitarian physique, although she's a
little heavy in the waist for my tastes," Ted stated for the record. 
"Breasts are reasonably solid, but large enough to cause some potential FRS
problems.  Rick mentioned possible reduction, but he might elect to go with
support instead.  We'll have to check with her new L.C.  (Life Companion),"
Ted explained.  She cums fast," the Handler then added with a smile,
getting Roger's undivided attention.  "Rode Mark's finger all the way home,
and only ten minutes after her Thelazine injection."

   "Well I'll be damned," Roger exclaimed and slapped his friend on the
shoulder good naturedly.  "So you got to bring her into the fold.  That's
pretty cool, my man."

   "I'm tellin' you Roger, she's nothing special.  Unless, of course, you
like a Russian accent." Both men laughed.  "Her IGS (Internal Grip
Strength) is extremely weak, and her M&M's (Muscle Memory) are way low. 
Like I said, she's pretty sloppy.  She's gonna need a lot of time in the
Gymnasium, and as soon as Medical's finished with her, Rick's going to
start her on Kegel weights around the clock." The two men stopped in front
of a closed door marked "Admitting".  "Well, here's where I get off," Ted
said to his black colleague.  "Collections just brought in a couple of
sisters, so I'll probably be tied up for the afternoon.  Tell you what
though," he went on.  "I understand our Russian Guest goes up on the big
board later today.  Keep an eye out and sign up for Night Partnering, if
you think you want to take her for a spin.  Sometimes I like to do that
just to get a feel for the "before and after", if you know what I mean,"
Ted added with a wink.

   "I do indeed, my man," Roger replied with a discerning smile.  "Hey,
thanks for the heads up and the details.  You take care, Ted," the big
Handler said as the two men shook hands.

   "See you around, Roger," Ted replied then turned and passed through the
door behind him which whispered open then closed practically without a
sound.

   Chapter Two

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," the man who stood next to her snapped. 
"Guests shall remain silent while being attended to," he stated, reciting
the seventh Non-Negotiable Standard.

   "Fuck you, you pervert!" Anna snarled as she strained against the wide
velcro bands which bound her arms to the unwholesome looking chair she'd
been placed in.  "You people don't know what you've gotten yourselves into.
When I get out of this despicable mad house, I'll see to it that all of you
pay, big time," the blond tennis star postured bravely and continued to
test her restraints.  "I have powerful friends," she added for effect, but
glanced nervously in the direction of a second white clad individual who
sat beside her on a low stool.

   Anna cautioned herself not to underestimate these men.  She'd already
been raped once by one of them today and had no desire to repeat that
experience.  Never in all of her nineteen years had Anna felt so vulnerable
and helpless, not only against this crew of diabolical monsters, but much
worse, she'd discovered that she was also powerless over her own body. 
Anna shivered as memories of the past couple of hours flooded into her
mind.

   She tried to convince herself that she'd put up a good fight.  After
all, there had been five men in the room, and it had taken four of them to
subdue her and bind her spreadeagled to that horrible metal frame.  They
drugged her, with what she still wasn't sure, but whatever the drug was, it
didn't knock her out like she'd expected.  Then they'd put that repulsive
thing into her.

   Unconsciously Anna's rectal muscles flexed around the hard presence
inside of her, and for a brief moment her thoughts turned inward, focusing
on the dull sense of fullness it produced.

   Anna hadn't been with a man for several weeks.  Her last lover, not
counting today, of course, was an older gentleman who just happened to be a
rather high ranking official with the U.S.  Tennis Association.  Anna
wasn't proud of the liaison, but some times those kinds of things were
simply unavoidable for a girl with ambitions such as hers.  Prior to that
she'd spent time with Sergei.  This last visit, the young Hockey player had
stayed with her for almost three weeks, and despite her strong feelings for
him, Anna was beginning to believe that her athletic beau was, shall we
say, somewhat less than satisfying in bed.

   Anna had always known that she had a "hair trigger" and that she became
aroused quickly, and as a result practically since her first time, she
liked to call the shots.  Anna liked to be in control of herself as well as
the situation.  So it's no wonder that she felt a profound sense of
powerlessness at the hands of these men, and the depth of her humiliation
was utterly soul wrenching when one of the wicked monsters caused her to
reach orgasm using just one finger.  Then while she was still weak and
wobbly from that unexpected yet intense climax, another of the demons in
white had mounted her.

   Anna had never been taken against her will before that day, and the
experience had proven to be altogether unnerving, especially for one who
was in the habit of calling the shots and controlling the pace of the play.
It wasn't at all what she'd expected.  The man hadn't been the least bit
brutal.  To the contrary, Ted, Anna recalled the man's name, had taken his
time with her.  He'd moved slowly and purposefully.  He'd stood face to
face with Anna who was bound hand and foot to the hateful A-Frame, so close
in fact that their bellies touched.  And with each authoritative thrust of
his hips, his course dark pubic hair mingled with Anna's soft, golden curls
as their pubic bones ground together.  As his considerable manhood moved
steadily in and out, delving into Anna's deepest unexplored regions, he'd
forced her to look him in the eye.  It was utterly abasing, and worse
still, while the man made love to her, he whispered instructions to her and
words of encouragement or criticism.  "Squeeze now, please, Miss
Kournikova," he coached.  And when at last, and to her never ending shame,
Anna began to succumb to the moment, Ted had scolded her for uttering some
small unconscious groan or other sound, reciting one of those hateful
standards of his.  Anna couldn't have known it at the time, but her
resulting flare of anger, however brief, served to temporarily derail her
train of arousal, keeping the young Russian emotionally off balance and
confused.  In this manner, the professional Handler had managed to string
her along for nearly an hour.

   In fact, Anna was later unable to recall the sequence of events of the
last fifteen to twenty minutes leading up to his inseminating her, for Ted
had played her like a fine instrument, keeping her on the very knife edge
of orgasm, in that mindless state of near climax but never allowing her to
fulfill herself.  And when Anna sensed those first tendrils of liquid heat
radiate outward from the core of her womanhood, quickly spreading to every
corner of her abdomen, Ted had grabbed her by her cheeks and squeezed.  As
the pain generated by his powerful fingers cleared her muzzy thoughts, the
man stared intently at Anna, his own dark eyes laughing as he watched the
realization and resignation fill her emerald green eyes while his copious
offerings filled her belly.

   If Anna had later been asked to describe the experience, she would have
had to call it "thorough".  At first she took some comfort in the knowledge
that she'd kept herself from climaxing a second time, but as bits and
pieces of those final, misty minutes gradually took shape, Anna recalled
her mind and body, crying out in unison, praying for blessed release, a
freedom that would never come.  In the depths of her subconsciousness, Anna
knew that she'd given in.  The suspicion that her own body had betrayed her
was extremely unsettling to the willful young celebrity, not to mention the
fact that there now existed the distinct possibility that she may soon be
with child.  At that very moment, unwittingly Anna Kournikova stepped onto
the path that leads a girl to right thinking.

   "Pay attention, Miss Kournikova, and look at me, please." The man's
voice interrupted Anna's nightmare.

   "Huh?  Nnno," she moaned softly when she felt two fingers "walk" deftly
across her right inner buttock.  No matter how gentle his touch, when the
man seated on the stool to her right took hold of the composite appliance
lodged deeply in her rectal passage, Anna felt his every move for it was
amplified and conducted by the space age polymer device directly into her
spiritual center.

   "Relax your muscles, please, Miss Kournikova," the man on the stool
instructed her as he began to twist the horrible thing slowly back and
forth inside of her, causing Anna to shudder uncontrollably and her teeth
to chatter.

   Anna attempted to shift her position, but found she couldn't move more
than an inch in any one direction.  Steeling herself as best she could,
Anna turned and glared at the man on the stool, but his expression remained
absolutely neutral as he continued to manipulate the gadget in her rear
end. Another violent tremor passed through the blond tennis star.

   "Look at me, please, Miss Kournikova," the other man repeated.  The man
on the stool nodded and smiled.  Suddenly furious, Anna snapped her head
around to where the first man had stood moments ago.  She hated these men
and their infernal politeness, and was about to lash out at the man
verbally, but he wasn't there.  Startled, Anna let out a little squeak when
she felt a pair of warm hands on her knees.  "Guests shall maintain direct
eye contact with their partner or partners while being attended to," the
man quoted.  Anna glared at him icily where he stood near her knees.

   "That's much better, my dear," the man in white said with a genuine
smile.  "My name is Tony and my partner here is James." Following Tony's
eyes, Anna glanced quickly in the direction of the man seated on the low
stool.  When their eyes met, James smiled and gave her CAP device a tiny
tap with the tip of his middle finger.  James' eyes smiled back at her when
Anna's green eyes shot open wide and her nostrils flared.

   "Look at me please, Miss Kournikova," Tony spoke, dragging her attention
back to himself.  "I am going to examine you now, and James will assist
me," he explained to the somewhat shaken blond teenager.  "During the
course of my examination I will be asking you some questions, and I expect
for you to answer each of them quickly and accurately.  Do I make myself
clear, my dear?" he asked pointedly.

   Anna looked away, refusing to cooperate.  The man's hand moved like
lightning, yet his touch was surprisingly gentle as he pinched Anna's
areola just beside her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. 
"Do I make myself clear, Miss Kournikova?" Tony repeated as he increased
pressure on the satiny flesh.  A sudden fiery pain lanced up Anna's right
shoulder and neck, eliciting a gasp from the startled teenager.

   Anna gritted her teeth and tried to endure, but the pain was simply to
great.  In less than a minute her big green eyes began to water and her
lower started to tremble.  Seconds later, she nodded her head
enthusiastically and gasped words of capitulation.

   Releasing her breast, Tony went on as though nothing had happened. 
"When we are finished with your exam, my dear, we will all know each other
a lot better." He gave her a patronizing smile, then depressed a foot pedal
located on the side of the pedestal base of the strange looking chair. 
With a soft whirring sound, the entire chair began to lean back.  At the
same time supports under Anna's thighs and calves moved up, bending her
legs and raising her knees.  The whirring stopped and Anna found herself
leaning back at about a forty-five degree angle with her legs together and
her knees elevated slightly higher than her shoulders.  During the move,
she had of course tried to resist, but since her legs were bound to the
lower extremity supports of the chair at her ankles and above and below her
knees, her efforts proved fruitless.

   "It's an interesting chair, is it not, my dear," Tony said in a
conversational tone of voice as he stepped up and placed his hands onto
Anna's knees.  Anna stared down at him suspiciously.  "We call it our
"Cooperation Seat"," Tony explained casually as he moved his hands apart,
spreading her legs.  Of course at the same time, the Handler stepped on
another of the chair's control pedals, so although it looked like he was
effortlessly spreading the blond teenager using only his hands, it was
actually the powerful hydraulics of the Cooperation Seat that did the work.

   [Author's Note: The Cooperation Seat is a specialty apparatus used for
physical examinations or any time that restraint is required, for example
during the early days of a Guest's period in residence before she has had a
chance to acclimate to daily life at TYTC.  The Cooperation Seat is made of
fiberglass and is anatomically shaped .  It has hydraulic controls that
allow it to be raised or lowered to any height.  The chair can also be
tilted, allowing its occupant to be seated upright or leaned back into a
recumbent position.  The principal distinguishing feature of the apparatus
is the seat itself.  The seat bottom is divided into two halves with an
opening between them such that the occupant's thighs are cradled and
supported while leaving her buttocks and abdominal orifices free and
accessible.  Attached to the seat are the lower extremity extensions which
are articulated, allowing them to be adjusted into several practical
configurations.  The arm supports, like the leg extensions, are also fully
adjustable.  Additionally, like the leg rests, they are equipped with
restraint straps which fasten with velcro closures.  Attached to the base
of the head rest is a wider, padded restraint band designed to fit around
the occupant's neck.  A similar band can be added at the occupant's waist,
much like a cummerbund to restrain a particularly aggressive subject.  Once
properly positioned in the Cooperation Seat and restrained, the Guest is
completely immobilized yet remains eminently accessible.]

   "Nnnnn," Anna groaned as she fought vainly to preserve her dignity.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," Tony cautioned as he watched the comely
blond's gates open before him.  Stepping on another pedal, Tony then raised
her calves until her feet were almost level with the top of her head. 
Cradled in the anatomically shaped bucket seat, Anna Kournikova lay spread
open like a ripe melon.  "That's very nice," Tony said at last, gazing at
the moist pink flesh visible between the girl's meaty labia majora.  "Are
you comfortable, my dear?" he asked factitiously as he stepped between her
knees.  Anna jumped when James' stool scraped across the tile floor as he
moved to a better position.  "Relax, my dear," Tony murmured, tracing the
backs of his fingers softly down her right inner thigh.  "Just sit quietly
now and let us have a closer look at you.  There's a good girl." Tony's
finger tips strayed into her soft blond bush.  "James, did you notice the
pretty heart shape our young lady's trimmed herself into?" the Handler
added offhandedly as he began to tug playfully at her curls.

   Anna thought about objecting to his invasion of her privacy, but quickly
reconsidered when James, anticipating her reaction, pushed nimbly upward on
her CAP, causing Anna to groan softly in response to the increased internal
pressure.

   "I understand that you entertained a lover this morning, Miss
Kournikova. Is that true?" Tony asked rhetorically, noting the overall
puffiness of her vulva as well as the milky substance which seeped from her
vaginal opening.

   "I was raped, if that's what you mean," Anna muttered under her breath.
Inside she was seething at being treated in such a demeaning manner, and
again she vowed vengeance upon the demented members of this wicked
institution.

   Tony decided to ignore her most recent transgression for the time being,
and press on with the examination.  Turning to his assistant he asked,
"James would you be so kind as to fetch me the FCU (Feminine Cleansing
Unit) and an auto-injector of Contra-6."

   Contra-6 is meticulously designed systemic contraceptive which is highly
effective and lasts approximately six weeks.  In the past, longer lasting
contraceptive drugs were used, but recently, the staff psychologists had
begun experimenting with forced pregnancy and its effects as a character
eroding mechanism.  Prior to the development of Contra-6, antidotes had to
be given in order to counteract the effects of the longer lived
contraceptives.  With Contra-6 it was only necessary to suspend the dosage
if one wished to impregnate a particular young lady.  As a rule, however,
the Guests were not informed initially that they'd been given a
contraceptive at all.  The theory being that during a Guest's orientation
period, the specter of possible pregnancy provided a powerful influence in
initial shaping of her persona.

   While he awaited his assistant, Tony picked up a metallic clip board,
studied the data it contained for a few seconds, and then looked down at
the young blond who for the moment appeared to be behaving herself.

   "You are nineteen years of age, Miss Kournikova," the Handler stated for
the record.  Anna hesitated and then nodded her head.  Her expression was
one of pure loathing.  "You're single and were a resident of South Florida.
Correct?" Anna glared at him.  "I'll take that for a "yes"," Tony responded
with a chuckle.  "Are you currently under a doctor's care, Miss
Kournikova?"

   Anna gave the man a calculating stare for a second then answered flatly,
"No."

   "Are you taking any medications?"

   "No."

   "Do you have a history of any medical conditions, or allergies?" Tony
asked, pausing and glancing up from his clip board when James arrived with
a piece of equipment in tow that resembled a canister vacuum cleaner.  Anna
also noticed the strange apparatus and didn't like the looks of it one bit.
"Thank you, James," Tony said, taking a small pen-like device from his
partner.  "Do you have any allergies to drugs or otherwise, Miss
Kournikova?" the Handler repeated his earlier question.

   "Uh..uh," Anna replied a bit absently as she continued to eye the
machine parked beside her chair.

   "Are you currently using any sort of recreational drugs, tobacco or
alcohol?"

   Turning to the demon in white, Anna responded indignantly, "Are you
crazy?  Don't you know who I am?"

   "A simple yes or no will do, Miss Kournikova," James stated bluntly as
he again took his seat on the low stool and reached beneath the blond
tennis star.  Anna stared at him briefly with a mixture of hatred and
concern when she felt his touch on her CAP Device.

   "Let's continue, shall we," Tony said after clearing his throat.

   Anna turned toward the man when he spoke then shuddered reflexively when
she felt the filling object in her nether passage begin to rotate slowly
back and forth..back and forth.  "God, it was infuriating!" Anna's mind
silently screamed, "and so distracting."

   Ted ignored her obvious discomfort and said, "Regarding your menstrual
cycle, Miss Kournikova." That got her attention.  "Are your periods regular
and predictable, and would you say that your menstrual flow is heavy or
light on the average?"

   Quickly becoming incensed again, the willful blond glowered at the man
who stood between her legs.  "Just who the hell do you think you are,
asking me that kind of a question?" Anna thought indignantly to herself. 
But to Tony she said with unveiled scorn, "You must think you're some kind
of doctor of something,"

   Tony responded with a patient smile, for he'd lost track of the number
of times he'd conducted primary physical examinations.  "Actually, Miss
Kournikova, I am a doctor.  Now answer the question, please."

   Anna was caught off balance by the man's unexpected response to her
expression of contempt and unwittingly replied, "N...not too heavy and
p...pretty regular." She was suddenly quite flustered and confused.  "How
could a doctor be involved with a place like this?" she puzzled, finding
the thought very disquieting.

   "There, you see.  That wasn't so bad," he commented patronizingly.  Then
he added, "Obviously at age nineteen you are sexually active, my dear. 
Tell me then, at what age did you lose your virginity, and how many lovers
have you entertained since that time; not counting this morning, of
course?"

   Both men noticed her face begin to flush with rage, long before she
spoke.  And having performed this very same interview on countless other
occasions, they knew pretty much what to expect from her.  As they
predicted, the attractive blond celebrity was speechless for a time, before
she boiled over into a seething tirade of virtually unintelligible
gibberish, consisting of both Russian and English expletives interspersed
with promises of wrathful retribution and vengeance.

   The two professional men stood by and waited for the storm to pass. 
James let go of her CAP Device temporarily to give her room to thrash about
within the confines of the chair's restraint bands.  Tony used the time to
ready her injection of Contra-6, and as soon as the struggling blond showed
the first signs that she was running out of steam, he pressed the tip of
the pressurized auto-injector against the soft skin on the inside of her
left buttock.

   "Snick" and Anna received her first measured dosage of the designer
contraceptive.

   The Contra-6 compound, by the way, also contains a fast acting and
extremely efficient spermicide.  Nearly twenty-four hours can pass between
copulation and injection, and still the recipient will be rendered
unfertile.  Anna would not, therefore be bearing Ted's child; at least not
as a result of this morning's coupling.

   "Owwchhh," the blond banshee squawked, the slight sting of the injection
momentarily distracting her and halting her angry diatribe.  Anna sat for
several minutes, flushed and out of breath as a result of her fruitless
battle with the Cooperation Seat and its restraint system.  Then at last
she stared pointedly at Tony and declared, "Just who the hell do you people
think you are.  What makes you think you can kidnap a person, rape her and
then ask brazen questions about her personal life.  I think you're all
totally insane.  That's what I think," Anna said unequivocally.

   The two Handlers looked at each other, but remained silent.

   Anna mistakenly interpreted their response as being indicative of
sheepishness or even timidity, and all of a sudden a plan of action sprang
to mind.  Anna had learned through years of practice and experience that
all men could be bought.  One only had to determine the right price.  In
most instances, the promise of sexual favors was more than adequate, but it
seemed pretty clear to her that such an offer would be of little value
here. "Money," Anna thought to herself.  After all, she was a very wealthy
young woman, and she didn't think she would have any problem at all
negotiating her freedom.

   Strapped naked to what amounted to an instrument of torture with a total
stranger standing between her widely splayed legs, Anna was in a rather
compromising position, to put it mildly, but still she thought she could
pull this off.  She'd had to dig deep within herself to find the courage
and resolve she needed to come from behind and win many, many times out
there on the tennis court, and although matters appeared to be pretty grim
at the moment, Anna knew she would prevail over her adversaries.

   And she had yet another ally in addition to her monetary wealth and
strength of character.  Anna possessed the "Power of Pretty", and believe
you me, she knew how to use it.  Time and time again Anna had wielded her
good looks like a broad sword, cutting a wide swath through those who
disagreed with her, and bending them, particularly the males, to her way of
thinking.  Armed with wealth, good looks and depth of character, Anna
sensed that victory was pretty much assured.

   Dialing up the "Power of Pretty" to the maximum, Anna turned her
sparkling emerald eyes on the supposedly unsuspecting Tony.  "I can make
you a wealthy man, you know," she stated, trying to keep her voice low and
even.

   "I beg your pardon, my dear?" Tony answered, feigning ignorance.  From
outside of Anna's field of vision James caught his eye, smiled and winked.
Tony maintained a neutral expression, and let the girl continue.

   "I said, I can make you a very wealthy man," Anna repeated.  "How does a
million dollars sound?" she asked with a seductive smile.

   "I...  I don't know, I.." Tony stammered in response to her proposal. 
He was quite a good actor, really.

   When Anna noticed him looking in the direction of his partner, she
turned and said to James, "The same offer goes for you." Then to both men
she said, "One million dollars each, and all you have to do to get it is to
untie me and then show me the way out of this place." Then Anna had a
second thought.  Locking eyes with Tony, who obviously held the more senior
position between the two men, the beautiful blond celebrity allowed her
true arrogance to flare like a star gone nova.  Firmly ensconced in her
belief that no man could resist either her beauty or her feminine wiles,
Anna purred in a rather unladylike manner, "And once, I'm free, who knows.
Perhaps you and I could...." She left her thinly veiled proposal hanging in
the air like a living thing, warm and moist.

   The room fell into silence for what seemed like hours.  The only sound
to be heard was the whispering of the cool, filtered air wafting in through
the overhead vents.

   Then...  "We could what, Miss Kournikova?" Tony asked obtusely.

   Anna couldn't believe her ears.  "Was the guy an idiot?" she asked
herself.  Granted, Anna had absolutely no intention of following through on
either of her offers.  In fact, no sooner than she could get to a
telephone, she meant to summon the authorities and have this shit hole full
of perverts busted, but good.  "But the big moron dressed in white farmer
johns had no way of knowing that," Anna concluded.  "Don't panic, Murzik,"
she told herself.  "He's just a little stupider than he looks." Anna
decided to give him one more try.

   Smiling demurely at the man, Anna fairly glowed with an aura of
bewitching female seductiveness.  "You know," she began in a low throaty
voice.  "I have a big house, and it's very private.  Maybe you could come
by or something." Her smile shown like the sun, almost blinding in its
intensity, and practically as hot.  "There, is that plain enough for you,
you big ape?!" Anna snarled in her thoughts.  "God, if he doesn't get it
now, he's too dumb to be walking around!" Anna was so pleased with herself
that she almost laughed out loud, but she maintained her composure, never
allowing her opponent to see her plan until it was too late.  Finally,
after an eternity had passed, the man in white

   "Tony," Anna wanted to remember that name looked at her and spoke.

   "I see, Miss Kournikova." Then he paused for yet another eternity before
continuing.  Turning to his partner in crime, Tony asked him, "So what do
you think, James?"

   Anna looked quickly in James' direction, and noticed right away the
somewhat queer expression on his face.  James wasn't as good an actor as
Tony was.

   "I don't know," he said from his seat on the low stool beside her. 
Thankfully Anna could see both of James' hands for the time being.  "Come
on, you moron!" she screamed silently.

   "A million bucks is a lot of money," James commented, his words as slow
as time itself.

   "Duh!" Anna thought, raising her eyebrows.

   "It sounds like a pretty fair offer to me, Tony," James stated at last,
boosting Anna's spirits tenfold.  "A million dollars each," James muttered
and faded into silence.

   "Yes indeed," Tony exclaimed.  "It's a very reasonable proposal," he
said, winking at Anna.  She smiled even brighter in response if that were
possible.  "And one that I will strongly consider; you can count on that,"
he added, then was forced to control himself to keep from bursting out
laughing as he watched the blond's cocky smile begin to fade, and an
expression of confusion and uncertainty creep in to take its place.  "But
what intrigues me more, James," Tony began, by pretending to address his
colleague.  "Is Miss Kournikova's offer of, ah..."companionship".

   Anna was no longer smiling.

   "Do you think she meant...  you know?" James asked, playing along and
grinning from ear to ear.  He loved this part.

   "Yes, James, I believe she was," Tony answered his partner.  Then
turning to Anna who was frowning profusely now, he asked, "It wasn't my
imagination, Miss Kournikova, was it?  You were proposing that you and I
have sex in return for my cooperation and help.  Is that not so?"

   Anna once again was reduced to a state of stunned silence.  She tried to
speak, but although her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, no sounds
issued forth.

   Holding up his hand, Tony squelched her efforts to speak.  Then talking
as if to a class of trainees the Handler continued.  "I feel pretty certain
that indeed Miss Kournikova's offer implied that she is willing to exchange
sexual favors in return for services rendered.  I suspect therefore that
were we to do a little investigating, we would discover that she has a
history of this kind of behavior."

   Glancing down at the blond teenager, Tony made note of her discomfort.
Then with a warm smile he said to her, "I want you to know that we're not
judging you personally, my dear.  You have simply been living your life and
making decisions based upon those principles which were taught to you by
your mother and she by her mother and on, ad infinitum.  Unfortunately, my
dear Miss Kournikova, most of those precepts are severely dated, and many
are just plain wrong."

   Anna was simply too bewildered and dismayed by the apparent failure of
what she had considered to be a very well conceived plan, to hear much of
what the man in white was saying.  And if the truth be known, she didn't
really want to hear it anyway.  In Anna's humble opinion, the monster named
Tony was either completely crazy or totally full of shit and perhaps both.
"Now he's bringing my mother into this mess," Anna thought to herself. 
"What the hell's he talking about?" she wondered distractedly.  Then a
thought crossed her mind.  "Hey, at least he's not raping me." Anna almost
smiled at the irony of her reflection.  Since she apparently wasn't going
to be going anywhere, anytime soon, the headstrong blond decided to listen
to the man for awhile.  Maybe she could still find a chink in his armor. 
She had to do something.  She couldn't just give up.  Then without warning,
memories of how she'd reacted in the hands of the men who'd raped her
earlier that morning flooded her thoughts, forcing Anna to fight against a
rising tide of despondency and hopelessness.  Somehow Anna managed to shake
it off one more time and rise above the abyss, but she was tiring
emotionally.

   Gradually Tony's voice trickled into her conscious thoughts.  "One very
common misconception, and one that you have clearly chosen to believe, Miss
Kournikova, is that the female of our species has been given the gift of
sexuality to be used as a bargaining chip and to compensate for the fact
that she is the weaker sex, physically.  This sentiment is not only
incorrect, it is also manipulative and destructive.  Are you listening to
what I'm saying to you, Miss Kournikova?" Tony asked.

   Caught somewhat by surprise, Anna responded thickly with a nod of her
head.  And she had to pee.

   "Very well," the Handler said.  Then he went on.  "History is littered
with instances where unchecked female seductiveness caused heartache and
pain, not to mention several major world conflicts.  But remember, my
dear," Tony said, patting Anna on the leg.  "None of this is your fault. 
You were simply going on what you were taught.  But as these maternal
teachings are passed down from generation to generation they get altered,
sometimes intentionally, and sometimes accidentally, much like that game
where you line up several people and whisper a secret to the first in the
line, who whispers it to the next person and so on.  By the time the
message reaches the last person in the line it scarcely resembles the
original.  You with me?"

   Anna had made up her mind at least.  The man was full of shit.  Anna
nodded.

   Then in an almost reverent tone of voice Tony recited the first part of
the TYTC Mission Statement.  "We believe that today's "modern woman" has
become misaligned.  Everything we see in the media today places the
physical beauty of the female of our species upon an unreachable pedestal.
Males, on the other hand, are frequently portrayed as buffoons and are the
only group remaining that it is politically correct to ridicule.  It is our
mission to remedy this embarrassing situation and restore the female to her
rightful position in society."

   Placing his hand onto the tennis star's well proportioned right thigh,
and startling her in the process, Tony held her gaze with his dark grey
eyes as he spoke.  "You must understand, my dear girl, that we sincerely
believe that female sexuality was intended as a gift.  A gift which can be
very satisfying when managed properly as it was meant to be handled - as a
commodity."

   Tony smiled at the questioning expression on her face.  She was totally
out of her element, embarking upon a journey along the road less traveled.
And fortunately for her, Miss Kournikova would have the dedicated staff of
The Youth Training Center to guide her down that path of discovery.

   "You appear to be willing to use your sexuality as a commodity, Miss
Kournikova," Tony said to her and received a scornful look in return.  "In
a way that gives you a head start of sorts, and all that remains is for us
to help you to give freely of yourself.  You will have to forget much of
what you believe to be truths about morality and normalcy, but we will be
here to guide you along the way.  At The Youth Training Center you will
never be alone.  I promise you." Then after a prolonged pause during which
he and the blond gazed intently at each other, sizing each other up, Tony
squeezed Anna's thigh affectionately and said, "So, now that you have some
idea of who we are and what we intend to accomplish, perhaps you'll
cooperate and help me to complete your examination."

   Anna remained silent for several seconds and then responded unbidden to
the man in white.  "You seem intent upon abusing me, and I obviously can't
stop you," she began calmly.  "But if you think for one second that you and
your band of deviants are going to turn me into some kind of sex slave,
then you've got another thing coming, buster," Anna hissed.

   "Very well, my dear," Tony responded in a patronizing tone of voice. 
Eventually like every Guest of the Center, she would have to learn to obey
the Non-Negotiable Standards, but for now, all Tony wanted to do was to
complete her exam so he could get some lunch.  He was starving.  "Baby
steps, Miss Kournikova.  We need to begin our journey with baby steps and
then we'll progress gradually.  You'll see.  Now, where were we?" Tony said
consulting his clip board.

   Anna looked away.  She would not give in to these mad men.  She still
had to pee.

   "How old were you when you lost your virginity, my dear?" Tony asked in
a friendly voice.

   "Fourteen," Anna answered.

   Tony made a note in her file and then continued with the interview. 
"Approximately how many lovers have you entertained since age fourteen?"

   Anna hated the way the man referred to her as having "entertained"
lovers, but after thinking about it for a couple of minutes, she answered,
"Eight, I think.  Maybe nine," she added.  Anna found it hard to believe
that she would divulge information of such a personal nature to a perfect
stranger, but if it kept him happy such that he'd keep his hands off of
her, Anna felt it was worth it.

   "OK," the Handler muttered thoughtfully as he made another note. 
"James, we're almost finished here.  Would you be so kind as to get the FCU
ready."

   "Sure thing," James replied.  "Vaginal or anal?" he asked, referring to
the choice of attachments available for the apparatus.

   "I think we'll start with her vagina," Tony answered, glancing down
between Anna's widely splayed thighs.  She was still leaking a little.

   Anna didn't like the sound of their conversation at all, and she blushed
hotly when she saw Tony staring at her.  "What're you gonna do to me?" she
asked in a slightly fearful voice.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," Tony snapped.  "Guests shall remain silent
while being attended to," said, quoting the seventh standard.  "I'll not
tolerate any further outbursts from you." And something in his voice told
Anna that he wasn't kidding.

   "Now, as to the nature of your sexual activities.  What sort of sexual
experiences have you had, Miss Kournikova?" Tony inquired offhandedly. 
From the breast pocket of his coverall the Handler removed a small plastic
cylinder about the size of a "BIC" pen.  In it was a typical rectal style
thermometer.  "Vaginal sex only, or have you experimented with oral or anal
sex as well?" Tony asked as he tore open an alcohol wipe and cleaned the
glass barrel of the instrument.  "Have you ever entertained more than one
lover at a time?" Tony rattled off a string of demeaning questions as
though he were asking Anna what her favorite color was or what kind of car
she drove.  He took a moment to shake down the mercury in the thermometer.

   Anna was utterly outraged by the questions the white clad deviant had
just asked her, and she was about to commit yet another transgression and
tell him about it when without warning the man slipped the thermometer into
her vagina.

   "Be still, Miss Kournikova," Tony cautioned as he pushed the tiny glass
rod up into the blond teenager until his finger tips made contact with her
labia minora.  Then he took his hand away and glanced at his wristwatch. 
"And answer my questions, please," Tony added patiently.

   Anna could feel the slender glass shaft inside of her, and she began to
wonder what the men in white would do to her next.  Meanwhile, she
struggled with her pride and sense of modesty over the answers she was
expected to produce momentarily.

   "I'm waiting, Miss Kournikova," Tony pressed as he glanced at his watch
again.  She still had about a minute on her vaginal temperature.  Tony was
willing to be patient to a degree with the young Russian, for if she did
have a history of "unusual" sexual habits, and he could get her to admit it
to him, it would represent another major hurdle overcome by the girl.

   "Come, come, my dear," Tony said as he reached for the end of the
thermometer.  "You might just as well tell me all about it, because I'm
going to find out anyway.  I promise you that." Tony was having trouble
getting a handle on the end of the little glass rod.  "Damn thing is
slippery," he muttered to himself as he fished around at the girl's
entrance, causing her to squirm a little from his touch.

   "Oral sex.  I've had oral sex," the blond suddenly blurted out.

   "Very good, my child," Tony complimented her.  "And did you take your
lover's penis into your mouth or did you allow him to sample your charms?"
At last he managed to get a purchase on the end of the slender glass rod
and was able to remove the thermometer from Anna's interior.  "99.1... 
You're quite warm inside, my dear, and that's very a desirable attribute in
a girl."

   Anna turned beet red.  "Both," she murmured almost inaudibly.

   "I see," Tony said, making another entry into her permanent file.

   "Anything else?" he asked as he wiped the thermometer clean of its
mucous coating.

   Anna shook her head a little too quickly, and Tony suspected she had a
skeleton in her closet, but he decided to let her off the hook for now.

   "OK, then," Tony commented as he closed the file and dropped the clip
board onto a nearby lab table.  "That concludes the interview portion of
your examination, my dear, and now we need to get a few personal
measurements." Anna stared at him warily.  "So, tell you what we're gonna
do," Tony said, waxing colloquial.  "I'm going to let James make you nice
and clean inside, while I take a few outside measurements.  Afterward we'll
move inside for a series of internal dimensions.  How does that sound?" he
asked rhetorically.

   Anna was becoming quite concerned as the man named Tony stepped from
between her legs and let James take his place.  Anna really couldn't see
what was going on down there, but she listened while James went about
assembling the vacuum-like contraption.  Tony had disappeared temporarily,
but Anna was far more interested in the proceedings going on between her
legs at the moment than where the other man had gone.

   "Well, well, somebody left quite a mess," James commented as he put his
hands on her without the slightest reservation.  "Who did you say your
lover was this morning, sweetheart?" the brazen little man asked as though
he were asking the time of day.

   Another thing Anna despised was the way these people referred to her
rapists as lovers.  Their hateful euphemisms coupled with their incessant
politeness tended to add legitimacy to their diabolical acts.

   Anna refused to answer the man.  He looked like a weasel, and when he
touched her, it made her skin crawl.

   "Well, whoever he was, he sure filled you up, sweetheart.  You've still
got cum running out of you, baby." He was disgusting.  "But no matter,
because old James is going to make you all nice and clean inside." And with
that the man slid his middle finger into Anna until the backs of his
knuckles pressed against her meaty labia.

   "Hrrrrruughh," Anna groaned through clenched teeth and, she shuddered
reflexively as the man's invading digit delved deeply into her most private
and most female area.

   "Be still now, sweetheart and let Uncle James have a look around in
there."

   Anna's tummy heaved in response to the man's probing which, of course,
brought more pressure to bear on her full bladder.

   "Well, I'd say we're definitely wet enough, but the rumor going around
that you're kinda sloppy down here is right on the money.  We need to get
you down to see the Coach so he can make this little pussy nice and tight."

   Anna had never been so humiliated in all her life when next the man
shook his finger rapidly from side to side, causing a chorus of wet
snapping sounds to emanate from between her legs.

   "Yes indeed, we're a sloppy little pussy, aren't we," James said as he
amused himself for awhile longer inside of the young blond tennis star. 
Then after what seemed to Anna to be an eternity, the horrible little man
removed his hand from her and stooped to retrieve God only knew what.

   "I think you're gonna like this, sweetheart.  Most of our young ladies
do," James said holding up the hand wand of the Feminine Cleansing Unit,
FCU for short, for Anna to see.  Anna stared at it fearfully.

   It was made of white plastic and looked very much like a larger version
of a typical feminine douche wand.  It's bulbous tip was perhaps three
quarters of an inch in diameter and tapered down to a more slender handle
which had about a ten degree bend in it half way down its length.  Two
clear vinyl hoses were attached to the butt end of the handle and led down
to what was referred to as the pump/filtration unit.  One hose supplied
cleansing solution to the hand wand while the other served to suction the
effluent back into the filtration chamber where it would be cleaned and
recycled.  The beauty of the device was that it could thoroughly cleanse
either female abdominal passage without spilling so much as a drop of the
cleansing liquid.  The cleaning fluid usually consisted of a mild soap and
water solution with a few drops of scented oil added for lubrication and to
ensure freshness.

   "There we go, baby.  That's not so bad is it," James purred as he used
his fingers to spread Anna's labia majora before pushing the bulbous tip of
the hand wand into her vaginal entrance.  Her green eyes widened and her
lips parted slightly in reaction to being penetrated once again, and she
stared downward toward the despicable little man standing between her legs
as he slipped the vile plastic hand wand effortlessly into her interior. 
"That's it, sweetheart.  Take it all in," James cooed.  Meeting with
virtually no resistance what so ever, the Handler continued to advance the
device into the famous blond teenager until the tip arrived at the very
back of her vaginal passage, an area known as the fornix.  There he met
with a slight back pressure as the wand pressed against those moist hidden
tissues.

   James noted a couple of additional signs which indicated that the girl
was fully involved.  First, her facial expression changed ever so slightly,
reflecting what can best be described as curious introspection.  This
"inward stare", as it is referred to among professionals, always
accompanies complete penetration, but often it takes a trained eye to
recognize it.  This expression of uncertainty and the somewhat misty cast
to her eyes often lasts no more than a few seconds, particularly in a
non-consensual setting, but it is widely believed to be a precursor to
"womb centering".  The second more obvious sign was the flexing of her
abdominal muscles.  Anna's already flat tummy, became noticeably more
taught, her "abs" flexing in sympathetic reaction to her reflex vaginal
muscle contractions.

   Placing the heel of his free hand onto Anna's broad pubic mons, the
Handler allowed his finger tips to rest lightly on her lower belly where he
could feel every twitch and tremor as she responded to his work.  Due to
the convoluted nature of the vaginal walls, it is recommended that muscle
activity be encouraged during the cleansing process to ensure thorough job.

   "OK, sweetheart.  Here we go," James said with a smile.  Then he stepped
on the on/off foot switch on the side of the pump/filtration unit,
activating the apparatus.  The FCU made a soft whirring sound and the two
vinyl hoses jerked slightly as the clear cleansing solution flowed quickly
up the supply hose and into the handle of the wand.

   Almost immediately Anna's green eyes grew wide and staring as she felt a
liquid warmth begin to permeate her interior.  It wasn't an unpleasant
sensation, really.  In fact it felt much like a normal douche only more
palpable and penetrating.

   James felt her tummy muscles begin to tic and quiver as the pre-warmed
solution was channeled through the center of the wand and ejaculated from
its tip in a pulsating flow similar to a water pick.  The pulsing action of
the fluid stream tended to stimulate vaginal muscle activity as well as
working its way more efficiently into all of her nooks and crannies.  James
could see the results of his efforts right away as the discharge hose
rapidly filled with the milky effluent liquid suctioned from the blond's
fluffy internal folds.

   Anna did her level best to maintain some semblance of composure, but
subconsciously she was taking a beating.  Even in her darkest nightmares
she would never have imagined being placed in such an embarrassing and
demeaning position.  Although Anna was loth to even look at the disgusting
little man, her gaze seemed to be inexplicably drawn to his dark blue eyes
and his patronizing grin.  From time to time a pronounced sucking sound
would reverberate around the otherwise silent exam room as the wand found
some hidden air pocket deep in Anna's interior, causing her to flush with
renewed embarrassment.

   Anna had always been a rather wet young lady, especially when aroused,
and she was extremely self-conscious about it.  Many times she'd felt
compelled to ask her lovers to slow down when she started to get "noisy",
usually feigning soreness or fatigue.  Something about the "spooching",
sputtering sound of trapped air being forced from her vagina made her feel
coarse and unclean.

   James, of course, recognized her expression of discomfort, and putting
two and two together, he made a mental note to make and entry in her file
regarding her distaste for vaginal reports.  Toying with the headstrong
celebrity, James worked the wand from side to side, stretching her vaginal
walls and making one hell of a racket.  It sounded kind of like someone
sucking on a straw at the bottom of a milkshake.

   Anna was totally incensed.  Gritting her teeth, she fought to endure the
thrusting and probing of the heinous contrivance.  Then to her utter dismay
the despicable creature in white coveralls started to hum a little tune
under his breath.  Soon he was moving the invasive apparatus in and out and
side to side in time to his humming, and Anna fully expected for him to
break into a chorus of "Whistle While You Work".  Then when she thought
that she couldn't stand another second of this debasing ordeal and would
simply die of humiliation, Anna felt a hand on her right breast.

   Tony was back.  "How are we doing, Miss Kournikova?" he asked calmly,
his finger tips flirting with her nipple.  When she refused to answer he
removed his hand from her breast, and leaned to get a closer look at the
cleaning operation.

   "She's coming right along," James said happily.  The two men glanced in
unison at the hoses of the FCU.  The suction hose which a few minutes ago
had been filled with a milky discharge, now ran practically clear. 
"Shouldn't be too much longer now," James commented offhandedly.  "I just
need to get her moving inside for awhile," he added.  Tony nodded his
agreement and left the man to his work.

   James had been one of the first Handlers to use the new Feminine
Cleansing Unit, and was now considered by all to be the resident expert in
its operation.  Over the past few months James had developed a few tricks
of the trade.  In fact it was he who'd first recognized the advantages of
encouraging vaginal muscle activity in his patients in order to achieve a
more complete cleaning.  The placement of his free hand on the pubic arch
so he could use his finger tips to monitor internal exertion through
abdominal muscle movement was one such maneuver.  Then one day, when James
was feeling particularly playful, he'd slipped his thumb down into a
Guest's carnal cleft where he began to manipulate her clitoris while he
went about the cleaning process.  The results were so spectacular that
James, as well as every other Handler who'd tried the FCU, couldn't believe
that no one had thought of the technique before.

   Anna's hips jerked and, of course, her tummy flexed when the wicked man
in white located and began to palpate that small organ so densely packed
with nerve endings.  Then her mouth popped open and she gasped,
"Ahh...ahh," as fiery impulses of raw female energy raced up the "Thelazine
Highway" and arrived in the pleasure center of her brain with shocking
intensity.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," Tony said from a position near her right
shoulder.  Anna stared up at him with startled green eyes.  Just then a
particularly loud slurping sound came from between her thighs causing her
to snap her gaze in James' direction.  "Let's have a look at these," Tony
muttered as he leaned over the girl and grasped her full breasts firmly,
one in each hand.  Anna's expressions of shock and confusion were priceless
as her attention was immediately drawn to the growing dull ache in her
breasts and the man who caused it.  The Handler smiled down at her as his
expert fingers palpated the softer fatty breast tissues, seeking the firmer
mammary glands beneath.

   "These will more than likely present a problem," Tony commented as he
hefted first one breast and then the other, evaluating their consistency
and weight.  "But we'll find out for sure when we run the sway and travel
tests."

   [Author's Note: A very good example of the Breast Sway and Nipple Travel
tests can be found in the TYTC tale entitled "Recall Part Three".]

   Next Tony grasped Anna's right nipple between his index finger and thumb
and shook the breast from side to side with some authority, eliciting an
audible gasp from the unhappy teenager.  Tony glared at her, warning her to
be silent with his cold dark eyes.  When he released her nipple, the
Handler made note of the approximate time it took for the breast mass to
come to rest.  Then he repeated the procedure with the left breast.  It
wasn't a highly accurate test, but it was an adequate indicator that a
potential problem existed.  Earlier when he reviewed her file, he noticed
that Rick Adams had made a notation about the need for breast mass support
right away and possibly breast reduction surgery later on.  Tony agreed
with the assessment and added his own comments to her file.

   "There we go, little lady.  You're all done and clean as a whistle in
there," James said cheerfully as he shut the pumps down and deftly
extracted the hand cleansing wand from the girl's vagina.

   More importantly in Anna's opinion, he ceased his attentions to her
clitoris, for in spite of her efforts to resist, the young athlete found
herself slipping inexorably into that mindless abyss of Thelazine fired
arousal.  She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she probably wouldn't
have been able to hold out much longer.  Surprisingly, the only thing that
had prevented Anna from being rolled beneath a boiling orgasmic tidal wave
was the fact that her need to urinate had become critical.  And as Anna
lay, enduring the attentions of her defilers, she had no idea what she was
going to do about the growing concern.

   Glancing in his partner's direction, James noted that Tony was in the
process of measuring her nipple girth using a small stainless steel
caliper. Knowing that Tony would be a minute, James decided to follow
through on a suspicion he had.

   Every TYTC Handler spends many hours of extensive training dealing with
the psychology of the human female, and James was no exception.  He'd been
taught to read facial expression and decipher the nuances of body language.
James was a rather intuitive person to begin with, and armed with the
knowledge he'd gained through training and experience, he could read a girl
like the Wall Street Journal.

   "I wonder," he mumbled to himself as he placed the vaginal cleansing
wand into its protective case.  "There had been something about her
expression," James thought to himself as he turned back to the girl.  "She
was definitely responding to the clitoral stimulation," he reflected.  "But
something was distracting her." James glanced at his wristwatch.  "She's
been in residence since this morning, and according to her chart she went
straight from Recovery to her Double I and then directly here.  "I'll bet
our young champion has got to pee," James concluded as a smile spread on
his lips.

   She was looking up at Tony who was still gathering breast dimension data
and didn't notice James' approach.  "Let's see what kind of a job we did,"
the Handler said and slipped his middle finger quite unexpectedly into
Anna's vagina.  He caught her completely off guard, and even if her vaginal
muscles had been strong and fit, which they certainly were not, James would
have had no difficulty in performing a proper manual entry.

   At TYTC it is widely believed that in order for an entry to be
effective, one that a girl will remember, she should be penetrated fully on
the first thrust.  It didn't have to happen quickly or overly forcefully.
Actually, many feel that a firm, fluid ingress is best, because it gives a
girl time to consider the fact that she's been commandeered.

   As it was, with Anna's lack of vaginal fitness and aided by the traces
of scented oil left behind by the FCU, the tip of James' long middle finger
arrived at the entrance to her womb unchallenged.

   "Mm...  nnn," Anna groaned through clenched teeth and pursed lips.  She
closed her big green eyes for several seconds then opened them again, like
a prolonged blink.

   "Feels pretty good in here to me," James commented cheerfully, placing
his other hand stealthily onto the blond's tummy just above her pubic bone.
Looking up at her face, James confirmed that he had her attention as he
started probing about inside of her.  "Yes indeed," he said.  "Nice and
clean in here," James murmured as he began to fuck his finger slowly in and
out of the girl.  Then to Anna's surprise James' ring finger joined his
middle finger, moving slowly in and out...in and out...in and out.  The
Handler saw her nostrils flare and knew that he was making an impression
upon her.  James had already confirmed his theory that she needed to
urinate, when as if by accident he'd pressed down lightly on her tummy. 
Her whole body had gone instantly rigid for a moment.  He'd even felt it
inside.  "This little girl's gotta go," James thought gleefully.

   Catching Tony's eye, James winked and said, "I know something you don't
know." He kept his fingers moving slowly in and out.  Anna looked up at him
questioningly.

   Tony knew exactly what his partner was referring to for the two of them
had worked together in the past on more than one occasion.  "Oh, yeah. 
What's that?" he challenged playfully.

   Without giving the girl any hint of his intentions, James readied his
hand on her lower abdomen, leaning forward slightly for better leverage. 
Inside of her vagina he moved his finger tips to a special spot just below
her urinary bladder.  The willful blond looked at him at the last minute as
if to ask what was going on, but it was too late.  Hooking his two impaling
fingers quickly upward, while simultaneously pressing forcefully inward and
down on her belly just above her pubic bone, James compressed Anna's
brimming bladder swiftly and with no warning.  "Our little girl's gotta
pee," James said jubilantly at the precise moment of compression.

   The results were spectacular.  It all happened so quickly, there was no
way Anna could prepared herself.  If the truth be known, she doubted that
she could have done much to prevent the appallingly humiliating incident
anyway.  Anna really had to pee.  In fact, even as she heard the man's
gleeful cry and saw the wicked gleam in his eyes, her hot urine was
spraying out of her with the force of a fire hose.

   "That's a good girl," James cooed, grinning at Anna's obvious distress.
"Just let it all come out for Uncle James," the small man purred as he
pressed upward rhythmically inside of her vaginal passage, forcing her
bladder to contract again and again, literally pumping what urine remained
inside of Anna out of her and onto the palm of his hand.

   Anna couldn't believe all of this was happening to her.  It had to be
some kind of diabolical nightmare or evil hallucination.  Why just that
morning she'd awakened in her own bed, in her own house with all the
creature comforts money could buy.  Staring down at the evil little troll
who stood grinning between her knees, Anna felt his filthy fingers pushing
and prodding inside of her.  More than anything in the world, Anna wanted
to wake up and roll over in her bed at home, but instead she felt yet
another trickle of hot liquid dribble down between her buttocks.  Anna
couldn't remember ever having felt so utterly defiled and filthy.  When the
first jet of urine had burst forth from her, much of the acrid smelling
liquid had ricocheted of James' hand and sprayed all over her inner thighs
and her belly, leaving the blond celebrity wet from her knees to her navel.
Anna Kournikova felt supremely wretched.

   Both James and Tony knew that they'd created more work for themselves,
but it was worth it.  Although the two of them would have to spend extra
time cleaning the girl, both men understood the significance of what had
just happened.  Forced urination can be used as an extremely effective tool
for eroding self-image.  In fact it's the basis for the entire TYTC program
of public bathing and hygiene, and the proof is in the pudding.

   The once haughty teenager appeared crushed.  Her broad shoulders were
slumped forward and her proud gaze downcast.  Anna did glance up briefly at
James when he placed the palm of his right hand onto the warm, damp surface
of her belly, but when he dipped his fingertip into the little puddle of
urine which had pooled in her belly button, she looked away in disgust.

   "Why the long face, my child?" Tony asked in a fatherly tone of voice as
he raised Anna's face with three fingers beneath her chin.

   Anna didn't know whether to spit at the man or burst into tears.  She
chose the former.

   Tony had worked with many, many young ladies over the nearly eight years
he'd been with the Center, and he knew that although miracles do happen,
the don't happen overnight.  So as Tony wiped Anna's spittle from his left
cheek, he smiled at his partner, James, and winked.  Being the professional
men that they were, neither felt the slightest bit discouraged.  "It's all
in a day's work," Tony thought to himself.

   "OK then," Tony said placing his hands together in front of his face. 
"Let's get her cleaned up and press on.  We're going to run short of time
before too long," he spoke mostly for the benefit of his colleague.  "Miss
Kournikova," he said addressing the irate teenager.  "I am afraid I am
going to have to insist that you cooperate in the interest of time."

   Looking up at the big man in white, Anna put up a bold front.  "And what
if I don't, big boy," she said defiantly.  "What more can you do to me?"
She glared at Tony with all the contempt she could muster.  "Are you gonna
rape me?  Been there, done that," she hissed coldly.  "Besides, I don't
think your little pip-squeak pervert friend can even get it up," Anna added
with a smirk in James' direction.  She felt much better.  Her old
confidence was coming back.  She would beat these deranged monsters.

   Neither man spoke for several moments, then at last it was Tony who
broke the uncomfortable silence.  "This is your final warning, Miss
Kournikova.  You will remain silent while James and I finish up with you
other than to respond to our questions, or you will be corrected," the
Handler said in a calm controlled voice.  "I hope I've made myself clear,"
he concluded, and that was the end of the conversation.

   The timbre of the man's voice worried Anna a little, but she'd faced
down tougher opponents before.  She thought about firing off another salvo
of insults, particularly ones aimed at the little troll named James, but
decided to save her strength and not waste words on these two.  Besides, it
sounded like their heinous examination was almost over.

   "What's left, James?" Tony asked his partner.  That odd, threatening
tone in his voice had vanished.

   "Well," the little man said as he turned and walked to a nearby supply
cabinet.  Speaking over his shoulder as he retrieved the few objects they
would need, James continued, "We need to get her other end tidied up and
record her internal dimensions.  Do you want to get her sway and travel out
of the way or leave it 'til another time?" James asked as he returned to
the side of the Cooperation Seat.  He'd brought with him a large towel and
a big squeeze bottle filled with water.

   "Let's put the sway and travel off until later.  That data isn't quite
as critical as the rest.  Besides, Rick might wish to perform those tests
himself," Tony said and nudged his partner with his elbow.  Both men
chuckled.  "When we're done, remind me to fit her with a breast supporter
just in case her night partner doesn't want to hold her with his hands."
James nodded his understanding.

   "Why don't you get started with the cleanup.  I'd like to try my hand at
the FCU.  I haven't had as much time on it as you have," Tony informed his
colleague.

   "No problem, my friend," James replied.  "If you need a hand, just
holler."

   Anna watched the two men warily as James tossed the towel over his
shoulder and flipped the cap off the water bottle.  Meanwhile Tony moved to
the foot of the Cooperation Seat and stepped between Anna's outstretched
legs.

   "Hey, what the..." Anna cried when without the slightest hesitation,
James sprayed her down with cold water from her breasts to her belly.  He
glanced at Tony to see if he wished to correct the girl for her outburst,
and received an almost imperceptible shake of the head from his co-worker.
James understood completely, knowing that the headstrong teenager was about
to receive all the attention she could wish for in just a very few minutes.
James waited for Tony to step back before spraying Anna's thighs from her
knees inward, paying particular attention to their juncture.  Surprisingly
the girl didn't object too loudly to the cold shower.  Then while Tony
assembled the FCU, James began patting Anna down with the big white towel.
He started with her thighs and genital area since that's where his partner
would soon be working.

   Teamwork was essential in this effort as it was in all aspects of their
work at The Youth Training Center.  One of the qualities the Headmaster
looked for in potential Handler Candidates is a person's desire to be a
team player.  Both Tony and James were definitely team players.

   "Thank you, sir," Tony said politely when James finished with Anna's
buttocks.  "That should do nicely," he commented.  In his hand Tony held an
apparatus similar too, but actually quite different from the vaginal hand
wand of the Feminine Cleansing Unit.  "Do the hoses attach in the same
way?" Tony asked his more experience co-worker.

   "Yup," James answered.  "That part is exactly the same."

   "Thanks," Tony replied, hefting the white plastic anal wand in his right
hand.  "It's a little heavier," he thought to himself as he went about
attaching the two clear vinyl hoses to the clearly marked apertures on butt
end of the apparatus.  One was labeled "Supply", the other "Discharge". 
"Seems straight forward enough," Tony muttered gazing down appreciatively
at the fully assembled device resting in his big hand.

   On the exterior the bulbous head of the anal hand wand looked
practically identical to its vaginal counterpart.  Although the tip was
slightly more blunted than the vaginal wand, it too tapered to a slender
curved stem.  The most noticeable difference in the anal wand was its
handle.  Whereas the vaginal hand wand ended in a simple cylindrical
handle, the anal appliance had what looked like a pistol grip complete with
a trigger guard and trigger at the butt end.  The reason for the difference
may not be readily apparent to the layperson, but it's really quite
obvious. Thankfully the wizards at the TYTC Research and Development
recognized the potential challenges that staff members such as Tony would
face when delving into the anal passages of their young charges and
designed in the necessary components.

   Friction comes to mind as being one problem which must be dealt with. 
Unlike the vagina which comes thoughtfully equipped with its own
lubrication system, the rectum isn't.  So unless discomfort is something
the user deems appropriate for the job, an artificial lubricant had to be
introduced into the "work area".  The simplest answer to a problem is often
the best answer.  More scented oil was added to the cleaning solution. 
Problem solved.

   The more difficult issue, however, required a more elegant solution. 
Although the anal/rectal passage provides an excellent means with which to
introduce oneself to a young lady, the fact remains that it does have
another function.  And that, of course, is waste removal and discharge. 
Often as not when one goes exploring in the "out back", one meets with
obstructions in the form of feces.  "Just give her an enema," you say. 
Granted that would be one way to deal with the problem, but it kind of
defeats the whole reason that the Feminine Cleansing Unit was developed,
and that was to provide the Handlers with a self-contained sanitation
device that's reasonably portable, easy to use and doesn't make a mess.  If
you've ever given a girl an enema, then you know how messy it can get.  R&D
sought to provide the TYTC staff with a tool that was sanitary and could be
used practically anywhere.

   The FCU is just such a unit.  For housed within the pistol grip handle
of the anal hand wand is a small but very powerful high speed turbine.  The
turbine is powered by ducting a part of the cleaning fluid stream through
it after first boosting the pressure at the pump.  Naturally, the flow rate
is reduced again before being injected into Guest to avoid discomfort and
possible injury.  The turbine in turn drives a flexible shaft housed inside
of a central conduit in the wand body and connected to a set of stainless
steel macerator blades located in the head of the apparatus.  The reason
that the tip of the wand head on the anal device is more blunt than its
vaginal counterpart is because there is an iris aperture in the its end
which is opened by depressing the trigger in the handle of the wand.

   In practice then, when an obstruction is detected, the operator simply
squeezes the trigger, and deep inside of the Guest's rectal passage the
iris dilates, admitting the obstacle (usually feces) into the chopper
chamber where it is quickly and efficiently ground into particles small
enough to be carried away in the effluent discharge hose.  The water
turbine delivers power to the macerator from the moment the anal wand is
powered up, so unlike the vaginal appliance which is virtually silent, the
anal device emits a constant high pitch whine much like a dentists drill,
but not as loud.  Some Guests experience mild anxiety because of this and
later models will no doubt be much quieter, but all in all it's and elegant
device.  Problem solved.

   "Hmm, only a size six," Tony muttered under his breath as he knelt down
and inspected the butt of Anna's CAP Device which had the sizing code
printed on its end.  Then smiling at her from between her thighs Tony said,
"I think we can do better than a size six, my dear."

   Anna had no idea what he was talking about, but didn't like the sound of
it anyway.  James had finished toweling her off and was amusing himself
with her breasts which angered Anna to no end, and it was extremely
distracting.  However, by design her attention instantly became focused the
moment that Tony took hold of the end of her CAP.  A most unladylike grunt
escaped the blond tennis star and a violent shudder passed through her when
the Handler deftly extracted the little torpedo from her interior in one
swift motion.  When Tony held it up for her to view, Anna stared at the six
inch long black cylinder which had been forcibly inserted into her rear end
and remained for the better part of the day.  Anna felt inexplicably
disoriented for a second, as she experience mixed emotions at the sight of
the device.  Disgust, certainly, but what else?  Longing perhaps?

   It is truly amazing how quickly a girl becomes accustomed to her CAP
Device.  What begins as discomfort soon becomes a source of comfort, and
more often than not when the device is later removed, feelings of loss and
longing and emptiness emerge.  Females can be puzzling creatures, but not
to the dedicated staff of Handlers at The Youth Training Center.

   Tony set the CAP aside then knelt down so that Anna could just see the
top of his head above her pubic mons.  James seemed to be contented to
pinch her nipples, rolling them between his fingers until they were erect
and hard.  Anna, of course, found this to be quite demeaning, for any
display of arousal on her part at the hands of these men was something she
sincerely wished to avoid.

   When the high pitched whining sound started, Anna looked fearfully in
James' direction, but the man simply smiled at her and winked.  Then when
she felt something smooth and cold touch her "back there", she let out a
startled squeak.  James smiled and brought a finger to his lips,
"shooshing" her.  The Handler could almost gauge the progress of the anal
wand into Anna's body by the changes in her facial expression and the size
of her eyes.  "Huhuh," she inhaled a rapid shuddering breath just as the
whirring sound of the turbine became muted.

   Although Tony hadn't had a lot of experience with the FCU to date, he
had a light touch.  Pushing against the resistance of Anna's anal sphincter
he watched her dilate until suddenly the broader head of the hand wand
literally popped into her rectum.  He heard her gasp and felt her clamp
down on the wand.  Then when he flipped on the pump/filtration unit, her
flat tummy heaved outward as the cleaning solution began to flow into her.
"Easy, Miss Kournikova," Tony murmured.  "Just relax now, my dear," he
spoke softly, concentrating on the business at hand.  Tony monitored the
color and clarity of the liquid in the discharge hose as per his training,
noting that it had a slightly darker tint to it than her vaginal effluent.
Tony advanced the wand ahead by an inch or two, finding that in spite of
her instinctive efforts to clamp down on the device the increased oil to
water ratio of the cleaning solution made the going much easier.  Again
Anna's belly heaved and her inner thighs started to spasm.  Halting his
ingress for the moment, Tony worked the wand around a little until the
discharge hose ran almost clear.  Then he proceeded.

   The combined length of the head and shaft of the FCU anal wand was
approximately ten inches with the ten degree bend in its shaft after the
first four.  Tony had just passed the four inch mark and was using the
angled shaft to stretch the girl's rectal walls in order to ensure a
thorough cleaning, when he detected his first obstruction.  Falling back
once again on his training, Tony whispered soothingly, "Nice and easy, Miss
Kournikova.  Relax your muscles, please."

   Anna could only moan softly in response.  It was as though her thoughts
had become frozen, locked onto the slowly advancing pressure and warmth
that sought to invade the very core of her being.  Never before had she
experience such an all consuming sensation.  It was nothing short of
riveting in its exquisite intensity.

   Tony tried again to proceed, but she remained blocked.  Yes, he could
have resorted to the macerator, but he'd learned through experience that
one should never underestimate the potential power of a girl's anal or even
vaginal grip.  In fact, Tony's friend and colleague, the Coach, had
developed a program of vaginal weight lifting for the girls.  Tony had
personally witnessed one young lady lift nearly twenty-five pounds using
only her internal muscles.  It was very impressive.

   With this in mind, the Handler looked up at his partner.  "You busy?"
Tony asked.

   "No not really," James replied as he continued to knead the supple flesh
of Anna's right breast.  "You got a problem?"

   "Yeah, we have a little blockage back here, but it could just be a case
of nerves.  You mind checking at the front door and see if she's clamping
down unconsciously."

   "No problem,:" James replied cheerfully.  "Always glad to help." James
watched the firm mass of Anna's breast jiggle to a stop after he released
her.  "God, I'd hate to see those babies go under the knife," he thought to
himself.  Professionally, though, James understood that large pendulous
breasts presented a huge problem with regards to Free Radical Stimulation,
or FRS for short.  And over time as gravity takes its toll, the problem
would only get worse.  "Too bad," James thought.

   Smiling warmly at the befuddled young blond, James reached down and
placed his hand on her.  "So how are we doing, sweetheart?" he murmured as
he rubbed her firmly two or three times then entered her vaginally with his
middle finger.  Anna's eyes widened noticeably, and she parted her lips
slightly revealing her sparkling and painfully white teeth.  "Are we making
it hard for Tony to care for us?" James cooed in his infuriating way as he
began to move his disgusting digit slowly in and out.

   Anna shuddered violently as the sensation of having both of her
abdominal passages occupied brought back an unwelcome memory.  She'd lied,
you see, during the interview portion of her exam.  Well, actually she'd
only omitted a small, but significant part of her sexual history.  It had
happened two years ago near the end of the French Open.  Anna had been
forced to retire in the early rounds of the championship because of a foot
injury, but she'd stayed around for the parties.  They had great parties at
the French.  She'd gotten really drunk at one such gathering, and was
flirting with a couple of the locals.  One of the guys was really cute and
Sergei was in Toronto at a hockey game, and one thing had lead to another,
and well...  A good bit of the evening was pretty sketchy in Anna's memory
which was probably for the best.  She remembered leaving the party with the
good looking boy after successfully dodging her body guard.  The young man
had taken her to a "friend's" house where they'd smoked a bunch of pot. 
The next thing Anna recalled was going to the boy's room and hopping into
the sack with him.  Circumstances progressed as one might expect and then
suddenly there were two guys in the bed with her.  She remembered lying on
her side with one man facing her and another close behind her.  She could
still feel their hair covered bodies pressing against hers, crushing her
between them and hurting her deeply.  Anna had been way to far out of it to
resist, especially since there were two of them, and as a result they'd
managed to have their way with her for a very long time.  The rest was
pretty much a blur, and Anna could only recall bits and pieces of the next
several hours.  The thing that was most troubling to the comely blond
athlete was that she wasn't entirely sure that there had been only two men
in her bed that night, or at least not the same two.  She'd awakened late
the next morning alone.  The bed was a wreck, looking as though someone had
staged a professional wrestling match in it.  Anna couldn't remember every
having been that sore after making love before, and when at last she found
her way to the living room and hobbled through the doorway, there were four
guys lounging around talking among themselves.  All four of them looked up
at her hungrily when she entered, and all four of them were grinning.

   Anna shuddered from the memory, and also from the expert attentions of
her current companions.  Her spirits plunged as she recognized that once
again two men were having their way with her and again, there was nothing
she could do about it.  Anna felt dirty and cheep.

   "I don't detect any undo vaginal activity," James commented as he
continued his tactile reconnaissance.  "I'd have to say that she's truly
blocked." Then as an aside he added, "Geez...This young lady really needs
to see the Coach!"

   Tony nodded.  "Very well then, let's see if we can't help to unburden
you a bit, Miss Kournikova," the Handler said, glancing over her pubic mons
at Anna's face.  While the blond athlete looked on with growing
trepidation, Tony moved the hand wand around a little until he was
satisfied that he'd located the foremost bulk of the blockage, then he
depressed the trigger in the pistol grip.  Deep inside of the anxious
teenager the iris aperture in the blunt end of the FCU dilated, admitting
the tip end of a rather sizeable turd.  Immediately, the discharge hose
leading down to the pump/filtration unit bucked once then twice, and it's
contents turned dark and opaque.  The steady muffled whirring of the
macerator suddenly deepened in pitch as the turbine came under load. 
Inside of Anna's rectum, fecal matter was drawn into the chopper chamber,
reduced to a fine particle suspension then injected into the discharge
effluent flow.  As Tony continued to direct the wand here and there inside
the girl's rectal passage, the FCU emitted muted, oscillating sounds as it
encountered material of varying density.  The sound reminded those present
of a tiny garbage disposal working at peak capacity.

   Anna was in a state of near shock.  She hadn't been aware that she had
to use the bathroom, most likely because the volume of fecal matter in her
bowel hadn't reached a critical level yet.  However, as the high speed
stainless steel blades growled in her belly, hungrily digesting everything
in their path, the stunned teenager could actually feel herself being
emptied.  Never before had she experienced such an exquisite sensation of
invasion and supreme violation.  Anna's mouth literally fell open as she
stared up at James from the confines of the Cooperation Seat with unseeing
eyes.  Her tummy muscles flexed and heaved, as intermittent wet suctioning
sounds filled the otherwise quiet exam room.  Anna soon forgot all about
the fact that James continued to finger fuck her as the loathsome cleaning
process continued for what seemed like an eternity.

   Between her quivering thighs, Tony concentrated on the work at hand,
moving the anal wand of the Feminine Cleansing Unit in and out while slowly
rotating the pistol grip handle one way and then the other.  The discharge
hose continued to buck and jerk from time to time whenever an obstruction
was encountered and Tony activated the macerator, but before too long, the
effluent cleaning solution flowing out of the blond tennis star gradually
turned a lighter shade of brown, eventually becoming practically clear.

   At last Anna felt an unusual tugging sensation at her anal opening and
realized that Tony was attempting to remove the horrible device. 
Instinctively, however, as her bowel sensed the egress of a mass, her anal
sphincter tried to get into the act by clamping down in order to regulate
traffic.  "Relax your muscles, please, Miss Kournikova," her Handler
requested as he continued to tug gently on the pistol grip of the FCU.  To
Anna it felt like she'd taken a huge dump, when at last her anal sphincter
capitulated, allowing the broader head of the wand to be withdrawn.

   From Tony's vantage point, the FCU wand literally popped from the
clutching confines of the tennis star's back side, and right before his
eyes, he watched her contract and close.  Before her gates shut completely,
however, Tony reached out with his left hand, and without compunction
slipped his middle finger into Anna as far as he could reach.  Anna groaned
under her breath as the man began to rotate his finger inside of her,
probing about indiscriminately.

   The sensation was nowhere nearly as invasive as what she'd just been
forced to endure, but the emotional impact of once again having a stranger
shove his filthy finger up her rear end without her permission was
enormously disturbing to Anna.  She was beginning to imagine that she was
running some kind of a reprehensible "Open House".  Little did the blond
celebrity know, but that very thought was immensely significant.  For she
was beginning to believe that her body and its various orifices and
entrances existed to be explored and enjoyed by others at their leisure.

   "She feels pretty clean to me," Tony commented casually as he slipped
his finger out of Anna.  Meanwhile James removed his finger from her
vaginal passage, and for the first time in a very long time, Anna existed
as a single entity.  "I'm impressed with the FCU's effectiveness anally,"
Tony said to his partner as he and James prepared for the next phase of the
examination.

   Chapter Three

   Anna had been so absorbed by the loathsome cleaning process that she
failed to notice when James temporarily exited her field of view.  Soon the
Handler returned carrying yet another ominous looking device which he
handed to Tony.

   As though he were passing the time of day, Tony began to explain, "This
instrument, Miss Kournikova, is called the Portal Micrometer." Anna eyed
the device with disgust.  "As I mentioned earlier, we are at that point in
our examination where we need to collect a few personal measurements from
you.  Based upon the data we gather, your Principal Handler, Rick, will be
able to put together a more effective training and exercise program for
you, Tony explained as without further ado he stepped on another of the
Cooperation Seat's control pedals, elevating the specialized examination
chair and positioning Anna's genital area at the approximate level of his
chest.  Anna suddenly had an unbidden mental picture of an automobile on a
lift in a garage.  Tony then held the phallic device up and made a few
adjustments while Anna stared at the evil looking instrument with obvious
misgivings.  Due to its rather distinctive shape, there was little doubt in
the blond celebrity's mind where the repulsive thing would end up.

   The Portal Micrometer is the latest evolution of the older Vaginal
Micrometer, used for many years by the dedicated staff of The Youth
Training Center.  Like its predecessor, the Portal Micrometer is shaped
like an elongated phallus, measuring approximately one inch in diameter and
eighteen inches in length.  Smaller sizes are of course available for the
very young.  Made of white plastic, the length of the shaft is calibrated
in both inches and centimeters with inlayed black bands.  One end of the
device tapers to a rounded point, while the other is blunted.  On the blunt
end can be found the controls.  There is a round, black button covered with
a protective rubber boot on one side of the instrument along with two
smaller silver control buttons immediately below the LCD display.  Using
rows of tiny pressure sensors located along the length of the device, in
the hands of a trained individual, this sophisticated device measures and
records muscle tension exerted at full contraction as compared to full
relaxation.  From this information, its tiny computer calculates the
serviceable volume of any passage.  Additionally, data on Muscle Memory
(M&M's) and Internal Grip Strength (IGS) can be obtained and recorded,
useful in evaluating a girl's true Carrying Capacity.

   "You people disgust me!" Anna was only just able to exclaim bitterly
before being penetrated.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," James ordered.  Placing a hand on Anna's
right breast, the professional man grasped the very outer edge of her
areola between his thumb and index finger.  "Guests shall remain silent
while being attended to," he said, quoting the Seventh Standard for what
seemed like the thousandth time.  As he spoke, James gave her satiny pink
flesh a little warning pinch, causing the comely blond to wince.

   Meanwhile, between her thighs, Tony used his fingers to spread Anna's
labia minora as he introduced the tip of the Portal Micrometer into her
vaginal opening.  "Look at me please, Miss Kournikova," the Handler
instructed as with practiced ease, he slid the smooth plastic instrument
into Anna's vagina.  Ring after calibrated ring disappeared into moist pink
flesh until a slight resistance was felt.  Then after releasing the blond's
inner lips, Tony slid the thumb of his free hand up to her clitoral shroud
and using a slow swirling action, he began to stimulate her.  Anna groaned
softly, and a prolonged shiver passed through her as raw impulses of
delight raced to her brain along enhanced neural pathways.  The untrained
observer might think that the Handler was actually attempting to please the
young tennis pro, however this was certainly not the case.  At the Center
any and all sexual stimulation of the female is performed with an express
purpose in mind.  In this instance, Tony was seeking to arouse the
headstrong blond in order to facilitate more complete penetration.

   Surprisingly, the average vaginal canal is only three inches long,
possibly four in women who have given birth.  This may seem short in
relation to the male appendage, but during sexual arousal the cervix will
lift upwards, and the fornix may also extend upwards into the abdomen for
as long as necessary in order to receive the penis or other volume. 
Similarly, following intercourse and insemination, the contraction of the
vagina will allow the cervix to rest inside the fornix, which in its
relaxed state is a bowl-shaped fitting, perfect for the pooling of semen.
The female reproductive system is truly marvelous in its design, but it
takes an informed individual to utilize its full potential.  And Tony, of
course, was just such a man.

   Feeling a series of fitful contractions transmitted to his practiced
hand through the hard plastic shaft of the Portal Micrometer, Tony
recognized that his efforts were beginning to pay off, thanks in part to
the wonder drug, Thelazine.  Easing the instrument forward as the girl
opened up for him, the Handler counted the calibration rings as they
vanished inside of her.  "That's my girl," Tony muttered when he again felt
resistance.  Smiling up at the blond, he commented with a wink, "We just
passed the eight inch mark." Anna glared at him scornfully.  "Now what kind
of a look is that, my dear," Tony inquired with a hurt look.  "I should
think that you'd be proud to know that you can accept a reasonably sizeable
lover, Miss Kournikova.  It's an important attribute for a girl to have."
Again he winked at her.

   "Fuck you!" Anna mouthed.

   "I see," Tony responded and glanced in James' direction.  Anna groaned
softly as without warning, Tony reached out and slipped his middle finger
fully up into her rectum.  "Now, Miss Kournikova, I would like for you to
please bear down on my finger," the Handler spoke in a clinical tone.  It
has been known for quite some time that the muscle groups which govern
vaginal contraction are sympathetically linked to the rectal sphincter
groups.  With sufficient instruction a young lady can be taught to control
these two muscle sets independently, but to the untrained female,
differentiation between the two is difficult.  This instinctive sympathetic
coupling of muscle groups can be used to the advantage of a trained
examiner, since most young ladies have little difficulty bearing down upon
an object inserted into her nether passage, whereas vaginal agility can
take weeks or months to master.

   "Up yours!" Anna hissed, glaring icily between her thighs at Tony's
passive face.  "Oww!" she gasped and snapped her gaze in James' direction
when the other man, using his vast knowledge of the most sensitive areas of
the female breast, gave her a correcting pinch.  "You skinny little prick!"
she snarled, her Russian accent becoming markedly pronounced in her rage.
"Owww!" she squealed, receiving another correction.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," James stated flatly.  "Guests shall remain
silent while being attended to," he droned.

   "Squeeze my finger, please, Miss Kournikova," Tony ordered from between
her widely splayed thighs.  "The sooner you learn to cooperate, the easier
it will be for all of us," the Handler explained in his easygoing and
utterly enraging tone of voice.

   Anna stared at the man with renewed wonder and thought, "How can he be
so indifferent?  I mean, for all intents and purposes he and his evil
little partner are in the process of raping me.  Are any of these men even
human beings?" Then she groaned softly and her nostrils flared as the man's
impaling finger twisted and probed deeper into one of Anna's most private
spaces.  Unconsciously she bore down on the invasive digit.

   "That's better," Tony responded, glancing down at the LCD readout of the
Portal Micrometer.  "Again, please," he requested as he depressed one of
the small silver control buttons on the handle of the instrument.  At the
same time, he hooked his finger slightly inside of Anna, stimulating her
rectal sphincter reflex once more.  Inside the anal passage of the
indignant blond tennis star, her powerful ringed sphincter contracted
around the invasive foreign object in an attempt to excrete it from her
body.  Simultaneously the series of muscles responsible for propelling the
fetus down the length of the birth canal during childbirth flexed, causing
the convoluted walls of Anna's vagina to close around the shaft of the
imbedded Portal Micrometer.  Tiny contacts arranged in multiple rows along
the entire length of the instrument recorded individual pressure values
exerted upon each by the girl's vaginal embrace.  The device's
microcomputer then calculated an average vaginal tension value which it
flashed in pounds per square inch on the tiny LCD display.  The data would
be used in order to determine several important personal measurements.  Not
the least of which would be to benchmark Anna's Internal Grip Strength, or
IGS and Muscle Memory (M&M's).

   The truly remarkable feature of the Portal Micrometer was yet to be
demonstrated to the angry young celebrity, however, and Anna who currently
was trying to take her mind off the blatant violation of her personal space
by imagining the retribution that her "powerful friends" would visit upon
these despicable men in white, was in for a shock.

   "Ready?" Tony inquired of his partner.

   Anna gave James a questioning look when the smaller man abruptly removed
his hand from her breast, and she was about to violate standards again and
inquire what was going on, when suddenly she found out.  m There was no
question that the young tennis pro's body was in excellent shape, at least
externally as she bucked violently upward to the limits of the restraint
bands of the Cooperation Seat.  Falling back into the fiberglass seat, Anna
lay stunned and breathless while between her legs, Tony released the blunt
end of the specialized instrument momentarily and wiped his forearm across
his coverall bib.

   "I thought we'd taken care of that," he said in an ironic tone of voice
as he winked at James.  James only shrugged good naturedly.  When the
Portal Micrometer emitted its nearly 200 watt/second pulse of electrical
energy deep into Anna's interior, by design it caused every muscle in her
lower abdomen to abruptly contract with remarkable zeal.  Her urinary
bladder was no exception, and despite the fact that the smaller man had
forced Anna to urinate for him a few minutes earlier, either a small amount
remained in her bladder, or more likely, she had produced more.  In any
case, that was the source of the wetness which Tony now dabbed away on his
clothing.  Every TYTC Handler is trained to deal with unanticipated
excretions of one sort or another during the many phases of the
conditioning process.  It's all part of the job.

   "Let's see how we did, my dear," Tony muttered when he caught Anna's
stupefied gaze.  Grasping the shaft of the high-tech white plastic phallus,
the Handler seated it gently into the stunned blond until once again he
felt resistance.  "Nine, point five," he said, looking at the telltale
black calibration bands.  "Let's just relax now, Miss Kournikova," Tony
murmured as he reached between her legs and placed the palm of his free
hand flat onto her tummy.  "You're abdominal muscles are quite fit, my
dear," the man commented offhandedly as he massaged her belly slowly. 
Meanwhile he began to move the Portal Micrometer slowly in and out.

   "Oh, God," Anna's mind cried in dismay as she slowly recovered from the
brutal internal attack on her person.  In and out...in and out...in and
out, the horrible instrument moved, and as the blond teenager fought to
regain her equilibrium, unconsciously her femininity began to respond to
the perception of copulation.

   Meanwhile the Portal Micrometer recorded each and every twitch and
tremor of her vaginal walls no matter how insignificant.  Tony felt the
young woman begin to relax both internally and externally as he slowly and
expertly wielded the phallic shaped instrument.  "Look at me, please, Miss
Kournikova," the professional man ordered from his position directly
between Anna's knees.  Tony was pleased to see how much more readily the
teenager complied with his request, and with an affectionate smile, the
Handler looked into her hazy green eyes and advanced the instrument to the
ten inch mark.  Her face clearly portrayed her sense of invasion, as Tony
felt her clutch the impaling device.  The Handler knew that the Micrometer
would record that contraction and time stamp it for it had been significant
both in power and because from her expression, Tony had deduced that the
young woman was becoming womb focused.  He depressed the button, activating
the pulse discharge one more time.

   "Much better, my dear," Tony spoke to the nearly paralyzed celebrity. 
Glancing downward, he made a mental note of the fact that Anna Kournikova's
vagina presently contained nearly eleven and a half inches of hard white
plastic.  Rotating the handle of the Portal Micrometer so that the LCD
faced upward, the Handler began to rattle off the numerical values that
scrolled across the tiny screen to James who stood nearby, noting them in
Anna's file.

   "P...ppplease..no..m..more!" Anna gasped after several minutes.  Her
face was streaked with perspiration, and her expression was wild with fear.

   "Be still, Miss Kournikova," Tony cautioned a little less severely,
knowing that the blond was weak and uncertain.  "We are finished with the
one passage.  I'll give you a minute to catch your breath before we proceed
to the other," the Handler informed the unhappy tennis pro.  "Oh, and by
the way," he said, interrupting her before she could argue.  "You will be
happy to know," he began as he consulted the LCD display on the remarkable
device he'd only recently extracted from Anna's vagina, "that according to
my instrument, instead of eight or nine inches, you can safely entertain a
lover who is considerably better endowed." Tony grinned at Anna's
expression of shocked confusion.

   The Portal Micrometer gathers a good deal more information about a
subject In addition to her depth capacity.  By introducing a high energy
pulse into a young lady's interior, the Portal Micrometer records her
Internal Grip Strength in full contraction, in partial contraction during
copulative stimulation, as well as at rest.  Then by comparing these
various values and applying a specific algorithm, a Guest's Passage Volume
can be calculated.  Indeed, according to the Portal Micrometer, Miss Anna
Kournikova can safely accept a male organ or other artificial device of
approximately eleven to eleven and one half inches in length, two and one
half inches in diameter or ninety, point two, seven, five cubic inches of
mass into her vaginal passage.

   Much to her dismay, after an all to brief cessation of the examination,
similar readings were taken in Anna's other abdominal passage using the
very same instrument.  Then while the famous blond tennis pro lay gasping
for breath within the confines of the diabolical Cooperation Seat, Tony and
James recorded their findings into her permanent records:

   Vaginal IGS - 1.8 psi (poor) Rectal IGS - 5.3 psi (moderately
acceptable) Vaginal M&M's - Poor Rectal M&M's - Acceptable Vaginal Passage
Volume - 90.275 cu in Rectal Passage Volume - 51.5 cu in Total Abdominal
Volume - 141.775 cu in

   Mind you, these were benchmark values.  As her training progresses there
would be marked improvement, and for this reason the calculation of her
true Carrying Capacity would be done at a later time.

   "I think that about does it," Tony said with his maddening smile as he
went about cleaning the unwholesome device he'd only recently removed from
Anna's back side.  "Can you think of anything we've missed, James, my
friend; any last minute considerations before we call for escort?" he asked
his partner who was in the process of lowering the vile seat in which Anna
was bound.

   "Not that I know of," the smaller man responded.  "I think we've covered
everything.  What do you think, Miss Kournikova?" James said with a wicked
grin.  Reaching out unexpectedly James placed his hand onto Anna's right
breast and began to kneed her supple flesh.

   Anna glared at the detestable little man but managed to remain silent in
spite of his loathsome touch.  "Just get it over with, you little prick,"
she screamed in her thoughts.  Little did she know that she might just as
well have vocalized her feelings, because James, like every Handler in the
employ of The Youth Training Center, read her facial expressions and body
language like an owner's manual.  James saw her sigh with relief when at
last he removed his hand from her.  There was little doubt in anyone's mind
that the young blond despised him even more so than his partner, even
though it had been Tony who had performed the majority of the exam.  Anna
was beginning to believe that this part of her ordeal might just be over
when James said something to his partner that made her blood run cold.

   "You know, Tony, there is one more thing, but I can handle it alone if
you need to get going," he added when his more senior co-worked turned and
acknowledged him.

   "No problem at all, my friend," Tony responded with a knowing smile then
glanced in Anna's direction.  "In fact her file contains specific
instructions that our young celebrity be given preferential treatment and
that she be welcomed by all," he added with a wink.

   "Ahhh goddd!" Anna Kournikova groaned loudly.

   On his way to the door, Tony turned and looked back at the happy couple
in the center of the white tiled room.  He watched for a moment as his
colleague flexed his thighs, driving another inch of himself into the young
blond's nether passage.  Although James was slight of build, he was
exceptionally strong, and having seen the man work with other Guests in the
past, Tony knew that James was quite well endowed.

   "Silence, Miss Kournikova," the smaller Handler instructed his
headstrong blond companion as he began a slow rhythm.

   As Tony turned for the door he heard a most unladylike and visceral
grunt come from the direction of the Cooperation Seat.

   "Slap...Slap...Slap" the sound of thigh upon buttock echoed briefly into
the hallway until the door whispered silently closed.
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