The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a graphically 
sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage 
partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely 
coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the 
legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, 
kindly STOP READING NOW.


10S-NE1 (Tennis Anyone) - by - The StoryMaster

News of this magnitude was simply too Earth shattering to remain a secret for 
very long within the closely knit group of Handlers and Associates at The Youth 
Training Center.  Rumor had it that the van driver was the first to "spill the 
beans", bragging to a friend that he'd actually touched her while she lay 
unconscious in rear of his transport vehicle.  He'd gone on to claim that her 
scent was still on his fingers, asking his buddies down at the loading dock if 
any of them wanted a sample.  

In general this sort of lewd behavior was frowned upon by the Administrative 
Department, but given the circumstances, it was decided that a certain amount 
of leniency was in order.

It had been a difficult collection, and the fine men and women in that highly 
specialized division deserved commendation.  The young woman's security was top 
notch, undoubtedly costing her a ton of money, but in the end the patience and 
professionalism of the TYTC Collections Team paid off.  In fact she was being 
unloaded and transported to Recovery at that very moment, and it seemed that 
everyone knew about it.  The hallways and corridors of the massive underground 
complex fairly buzzed with excitement and anticipation.

"Well, Boss, do you think we can pull it off?" Rick Adams asked good-naturedly 
of the man seated opposite him behind a big oaken desk.

Adam North, the Headmaster of the Center thought for a moment before answering 
as was his custom.  Then with an ironic smile he said to his Chief Handler, 
"Don't you think it's a little late to be worrying about that?  She's in 
Recovery as we speak and is due here for her "Double I" within the hour."  
After a thoughtful interlude the Headmaster went on.  "Consider this, Rick.  
She's no different than any other female in a purely anatomical sense.  So I 
don't see any reason why our program shouldn't work for her as flawlessly as 
it's worked for countless other young ladies for nearly two decades."

Rick understood the logic behind his employer's statement, but still he had his 
doubts.  "What about her age?" he challenged.

Again there was a period of silence preceding North's response.  "Granted, her 
advanced age is troublesome.  She's had what... nineteen years, during which 
time she's no doubt developed some very bad habits.  We all know that much past 
the age of fourteen, members of the ‘fairer sex' can become pretty stubborn and 
set in their ways," North stated, thinking out loud.  "Couple that with her 
considerable wealth and celebrity, pour in an extra dose of good looks, and we 
have all the makings for a real challenge, don't we?" he asked his second in 
command with a wry smile.

"Yes we do, Boss," Rick answered with a nod and a sigh.  "But if we're 
successful, imagine what a marketing coup this will be for us."  Both men 
nodded then sat in silence for a time.

"I think we have to focus on the positive side," Adam North began when the 
intercom extension on his desk chirped.  He picked up the receiver and held it 
to his ear.  "Uh, huh.. Uh, huh," he muttered.  "Very well, send her down.  Two 
escorts please, and track down Mark Haskel.  Tell him we're ready for him."  
His voice carried a sense of authority and power that had been absent during 
his earlier conversation with Rick Adams.  Now, however, it was time to get 
down to business.  North replaced the receiver in its cradle.

"I'm giving her over to you, Rick," the Headmaster stated for the record.  "I'd 
like for you to be her Principal Handler.  Additionally, I'm assigning Mark 
Haskel to her team.  He'll work under your direction and supervision, but I 
believe Mark possesses qualities which might be useful in helping our newest 
Guest to concentrate.  After all, she has a lot to ‘unlearn'," North added with 
another wry smile.

"I appreciate your vote of confidence," Rick Adams said to his superior.  "I've 
worked with Mark before, and I know that he's quite competent and very 
thorough.  Don't worry, Boss.  We'll make you proud," Rick assured the TYTC 
Headmaster.

"I know you will," North replied then glanced at his wristwatch.  "She should 
be here any minute." Another moment of silence followed before Rick spoke up in 
order to break the growing tension in the air.

"Her new owner is the guy who I don't envy," he said with a chuckle.  "Even 
with the benefits of our training, this little lady's going to be difficult to 
keep under wraps."

"Not if he can keep her under the sheets," North shot back with his legendary 
dry sense of humor, and both men laughed good naturedly.  Then there came a 
knock upon the door.

"Come," North spoke curtly.

The heavy wooden door opened abruptly and through it walked a large man dressed 
in white coveralls.  Turning as he entered, the man looked back, awaiting his 
charge.

The girl looked a little dazed which was certainly to be expected considering 
the rather large dose of tranquilizer she'd received upon collection.  She did 
not, however accept the assistance of her escorts and stepped boldly into the 
unfamiliar office surroundings followed by a second man dressed in identical 
clothing to the first, the same clothing, as a matter of fact, that Rick Adams 
wore; the spotless, white coveralls of a TYTC Handler.

Adam North stood.  "Welcome.  Do come in, my dear," he said politely.  He then 
held up a hand when she started to respond.  Adam North enjoyed a mysterious 
power over young women, and this girl was apparently no exception, for she fell 
silent instantly, never uttering a sound.  "We've been looking forward to your 
visit for quite some time now.  You posed a considerable challenge for the good 
people of our Collections Department, but I'm happy to see that they were at 
last able to arrange for you to join us," he said with a smile.  "I do hope 
that you will come to enjoy your stay."  He took his seat and opened a file 
folder which lay on the desk blotter in front of him.

Anna was extremely confused.  For the life of her, she couldn't remember how 
she'd arrived in this place.  She recalled going out for her usual morning run 
through the posh south Florida neighborhood where she resided for part of the 
year.  She'd quickly outdistanced Stephan, her bodyguard, as usual, even though 
she'd been cautioned repeatedly about personal security and the need to be 
vigilant at all times when she was out in public.

"We can't do our job, if you insist upon thwarting our security measures, 
Miss," Gerald, her Head of Security, had admonished her just yesterday.

Anna was seriously considering firing the man.  "He's such a pest.  I pay him a 
fortune, and for what?  All he ever does is tell me what to do!"  

More than once she'd been forced to explain to the head security man that the 
palatial estate in which she lived was built like a fortress, and that the 
neighboring property owners were all extremely wealthy and equally concerned 
about their own privacy and security.  "Why else do you think I paid almost 
three million to live here, Gerald?" she'd asked the professional man in an 
arrogant and patronizing tone of voice.  Anna was not used to answering to many 
people, and certainly not to those for whom she'd paid good money.

The elegant estates in Anna's neighborhood were walled and gated and set back 
from the immaculately landscaped lane lined with huge Banyan trees and 
interspersed with Queen palms.  The marksman was well concealed, yet commanded 
a clear view of the shaded street below.  He recognized his target immediately 
when she rounded the curve approximately twenty meters distant from his 
position.  He'd been informed by spotters placed strategically along the 
subject's route that she was in the clear.  "Ready collection?" he queried in a 
whisper.

"Roger that," came the hushed reply in his earpiece.

"Taking the shot," the marksman spoke softly to the rest of his team as he 
applied gradual pressure to the trigger of the sophisticated pneumatic rifle.  
Fifteen meters away a tiny red dot danced momentarily on the flank of his 
target.  There was no recoil and no report as the red marker of the targeting 
laser was instantly replaced by a small dart-like projectile which protruded 
from the shining surface of spandex covering her right hip.  The marksman 
watched as she skipped one step, glancing down at the sudden source of 
discomfort.  Then she dropped.

"Subject down," the shooter whispered into his tiny mic.  There was no verbal 
acknowledgment, but in the lane an unmarked white van appeared, seemingly from 
out of nowhere.  Had anyone been around to witness the operation, they most 
certainly would have been impressed, for in less than a minute the nondescript 
service vehicle pulled away, leaving the shaded street silent and empty.  

Two blocks away the safety shooter lowered his weapon and disappeared into the 
wooded area behind his position.  His services would not be required that day.  
On the street below the young body guard raced to catch up with his errant 
charge.  "Damn that blond bitch!" he hissed under his labored breathing.  Then 
silently he promised himself that he would step up his sprinting drills.

Anna awoke on a cot in a medical facility of some sort.  The walls and floor 
were white tiled and there were several stainless steel cabinets arranged 
around the perimeter of the room.  No sooner had she opened her eyes it seemed, 
than a young man dressed in white entered the room.  Anna recalled thinking 
that he was rather good looking.  

"Feeling better?" the man inquired politely.

"I... Where?" Anna tried to sit up, and immediately the room began to spin 
crazily.

"Whoa! Take it easy there, young lady.  Just lie still for awhile longer.  
You're gonna be just fine," the orderly instructed her.

Anna didn't argue with him.  Suddenly she felt terrible.  She was weak and 
shaking and felt mildly nauseous.  "I hope I'm not hurt or anything," she 
reflected groggily before drifting off again.

She had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but when next she regained 
consciousness, she felt a little better.  When Anna opened her eyes she found 
that she was in the same room on the same cot, and the same young orderly was 
leaning over her.  Out of the corner of her eye, Anna noticed him quickly 
return his hand to his side.  As she gazed up into his dark eyes, suddenly an 
inherently female alarm sounded in her subconscious.  "Had he... had he been... 
been... touching me?" a panicky little voice in her mind cried.  Then her 
reason stepped in and assured her that she was obviously mistaken.  "No way," 
she'd quickly managed to convince herself.

"Welcome back," the orderly said in a friendly voice.  His smile was warm and 
genuine.  "If you're feeling up to it, there are some folks who would like to 
make your acquaintance."

"I... I guess I'm OK," Anna replied.  Her accent was unmistakable.  A thousand 
questions came to mind, but all she could manage in her current state of 
grogginess was, "Where am I?"  

The young man smiled pleasantly and said, "Come with me, please, Miss, and all 
of your questions will be answered."  Then he held out his hand to her and 
helped her up.

The orderly led her from the exam room and out into a wide corridor where 
another man dressed in white materialized out of nowhere and fell in behind 
them.  Anna recalled thinking that she was really being given the VIP 
treatment.  "This is some hospital," she said casually as she was led down the 
empty corridor.  Her attendants didn't comment.

All of the hallways had been cleared between the Recovery Room and the 
Headmaster's Office as was the routine during new admissions to avoid 
unnecessarily upsetting the new Guests.  As a result, Anna arrived at the door 
of the office of The Headmaster of The Youth Training Center without incident.

"Let's see, Miss Kournikova," Adam North began reading out loud from the file 
folder.  "According to our records, you are nineteen years of age.  You are 
five feet, eight inches tall and weigh approximately one hundred twenty-three 
pounds.  Blond hair, natural I assume, and green eyes," North continued down 
the list of personal statistics.  Then looking up at Anna he made a curious 
remark.  "We'll need to get a few additional measurements and statistics from 
you a little later."  North returned his attention to the file, ignoring the 
rather impertinent look she directed at him.  "Currently dating one Sergei 
Fedorov, favorite dessert is chocolate ice cream, nickname Murzik, menstrual 
cycle starts around the fifth of each month."

His last statement got Anna's attention.  "Who are you people, and what do you 
want? When will I be allowed to go?  I have a very busy schedule, in case you 
didn't know," she stated, her inherent arrogance, beginning to rear its ugly 
head.

"All in good time, Miss Kournikova," North responded calmly.  "And yes, indeed 
you do have a busy schedule, my dear, so I suggest we get started right away.  
Oh, and by the way, I love your accent."  He smiled warmly at the slightly 
miffed and confused young woman.

Glancing at the two large, white clad men who flanked the lovely blond tennis 
star, North said curtly, "Ted, Curtis, if you would be so kind as to assist 
Miss Kournikova we'll begin the Interview."

"I.. What the...?" Anna sputtered in surprise as the two attendants seized her 
arms.

Just then there came another knock at the door.

"Come," Adam North responded.

"Let me go, you big ape!" Anna snarled at the man on her left as she tried 
unsuccessfully to wrench her wrist free from his powerful grip.  She was not 
accustomed to being touched or handled without her expressed permission.

"Ah, Mark, here you are," North said cordially, ignoring the struggle going on 
in front of his desk.

"And just in time, it appears," Mark Haskel said with a grin.  The Handler 
moved gracefully for a man of his stature.  As he stepped through the door, he 
was forced to duck his head.  Mark Haskel was just over six and a half feet 
tall, weighed nearly three hundred pounds and not an ounce of it was fat.  
Behind him, Mark rolled a stainless steel frame which looked like a coat rack 
on casters.  "Thought I might bring this along in case we need it," Mark said. 

"We might very well need it," Rick Adams said, rising from his seat.  "Good to 
see you again, Mark," he said, side stepping around the struggling young woman 
and her two attendants.  Shaking hands with the big man, Rick marveled at the 
fact that his own hand, which was fairly large, was completely swallowed up by 
Mark's huge paw.  

"The man's a bear," Rick thought to himself.  Rick had seen him in action on 
several occasions, though, and despite his enormous frame, the Mark Haskel was 
as agile as any man could be, and surprisingly gentle as well.

"I've had just about enough of this!" Anna spat when Rick stepped in front of 
her.  "I don't know who you are or what kind of operation you're running here, 
but if you don't release me this instant, there's gonna be hell to pay!" she 
threatened bravely.  Anna had been trained in self-defense and wasn't afraid to 
make use of her skills.

Rick was willing to be tolerant of misbehavior to a degree, in light of the 
celebrity of their new Guest, but he certainly was not interested in making a 
bad impression in the eyes of the Headmaster or his peers.  Rick stared evenly 
at the young woman and said, "We understand that you are accustomed to 
receiving preferential treatment, Miss Kournikova."  His statement seemed to 
have a calming effect upon the pretty Russian as he glanced covertly at the two 
Handlers who stood to either side of her.  

Although Anna had ceased her struggles for the moment, the two men maintained a 
light hold on her arms.  They had, naturally been briefed about their Guest's 
abilities and training, and as a result they remained focused and ready to take 
appropriate action if necessary.  When the two men saw Rick's unspoken signal, 
they readied  themselves, but not in such a way as to alert or alarm their 
Guest.

"In answer to your question regarding who we are, Miss Kournikova," Rick began.  
"You are presently a guest of The Youth Training Center, and I am the Senior 
Handler here second in command only to our Headmaster, Mr. North," Rick 
explained as he turned and acknowledged his superior with a polite nod.  "While 
you are with us at TYTC, you may rest assured that you will receive very 
special treatment, from myself and my staff."  Rick noted that her expression 
brightened a little.  "If you have any difficulties during your stay with us, I 
hope that you will let me know right away so that appropriate action can be 
taken.  It is our sincere desire that your time with us be as productive as 
possible.  I hope I am making myself clear, Miss Kournikova."

Anna gazed into the young man's dark eyes.  He seemed genuine and confident, 
and Anna felt a certain unexplainable attraction to him.  She nodded her 
understanding.

"Excellent," Rick said with a smile.  "Then we may begin.  Mark if you would 
take over please," Rick said, glancing in the big man's direction.  Then 
turning back to Anna, "Mark will be working with you throughout your stay with 
us, Miss Kournikova.  Mark has been with us for many years, and I'm certain 
that you will come to appreciate his considerable talents."  With that, Rick 
moved aside to make room for Mark Haskel.

On either side of the comely Russian, her two attendants braced themselves.  
Anna actually had to tip her head back in order to look into the big man's eyes 
when he stepped before her.  There was no way Anna could have prepared herself 
for what happened next, and the professional man naturally gave her no warning.  
As she gazed up into his cool blue eyes, Anna was actually thinking that this 
giant of a man was somewhat attractive, when the unthinkable happened.  

"Good morning, Miss Kournikova," Mark Haskel said in an even tone of voice 
while maintaining a perfectly neutral expression.  He had to stoop ever so 
slightly in order to reach her, but as casually as one would shake hands with 
another, Mark forced his big right hand between the unsuspecting blond's legs 
and clamped it firmly over the most private area of any girl's body. 

At first, Anna was too stunned to move.  Her facial expression, however, 
changed fairly quickly from one of curiosity, to astonishment and then soon 
after, to one of fury.  In addition to a startled squeak, Anna's immediate 
reaction was to take a swing at the overtly presumptuous man.  Instantly, 
however, she realized that her arms were held fast by the two men who flanked 
her.  Then as she felt the man begin to kneed her intimate flesh through the 
thin fabric of her spandex running pants, Anna tried to lash out with one foot 
in an attempted front kick.  Unfortunately for her, the blow was blocked most 
efficiently by the man to her left, who seemed to somehow anticipate her move.  
Anna shrieked a string of profanities, many of which were in her native tongue, 
as the big man in white continued to manipulate her where no one had ever 
before dared touch her without her direct permission.

There followed a period where time became compressed.  Perhaps because she was 
in a mild state of shock, Anna would later be unable to clearly recall the 
exact sequence events which led to her being effectively restrained at the 
ankles and wrists to a stainless steel frame affectionately know as the 
"A-Frame", the "A" standing for "Acceptance".  Her curses and cries of protest 
continued until Anna was nearly exhausted and stood gasping for breath and 
perspiring profusely.  Feeling the cool steel of the bar which crossed behind 
her shoulders, Anna continued to struggle ineffectually against the restraining 
device for several minutes, glaring malignantly at those men standing within 
her field of vision.

"Let me go!" she snarled at the giant of a man named Mark who, during the 
process of restraining her, had thankfully dropped his hand from between her 
legs.  But for Anna, the insult remained fresh, and in her mind she could still 
feel his touch.  "Don't you come near me!" she hissed, when in answer to her 
demands the big man in white stepped closer.  So close in fact that as he went 
about checking the velcro restraint bands at Anna's wrists and elbows, his 
massive body pressed against hers, causing her to cringe in disgust.

"Be still, Miss Kournikova," Mark said, sternly, but not in an unkind way as he 
adjusted the restraint cuff which bound her right upper arm to the shining 
horizontal bar of the A-Frame.  "You will learn many things during your stay 
with us, and one of them is manners," Mark said casually.  "We have a few 
simple rules or standards which we expect our Guests to abide by," he 
explained.  One such standard, number five to be exact, states that Guests 
shall not speak unless instructed to do so.  Do I make myself clear, Miss 
Kournikova?" 

Anna stared at the man in utter disbelief, and for the first time in a long 
time, she was speechless.

"We have eight Non-negotiable Standards at The Youth Training Center," Mark 
went on to explain as he stepped back and made a quick visual inspection of the 
bands around the young woman's ankles.  "And as time goes on, you will become 
familiar with each and every one of them.  And I might add, Miss Kournikova," 
Mark continued evenly in spite of the vicious look she gave him.  "These 
standards as well as most all of our rules and regulations regarding Guest 
behavior are not debatable.  Disregard for them will not be tolerated," Mark 
stated unequivocally. 

Anna Kournikova was not in the habit of taking orders from anyone, and in 
addition, she was fiercely competitive to the point of being combative at 
times.  So in spite of the fact that she was bound spread-eagled to the four 
corners of the hateful A-Frame device by her wrists and ankles with additional 
restraint bands around her arms just above her elbows, Anna refused to submit.  
She would fight these men to the bitter end.  Somehow, some way, she would 
manage to beat them.  "Sooner or later she would break free of their clutches, 
and then there would be hell to pay!" she silently vowed.

Anna, of course, was not alone in these sorts of rebellious sentiments.  Adam 
North had seen these and other such behavioral patterns manifest themselves 
time and time again in the newly admitted Guests during their Induction 
Interviews.  Many young ladies reacted in exactly the same manner as the young 
tennis star, with wrathfulness and threats, vulgar language and fits of rage 
interspersed with tears of dismay, and at times with violence.  Others 
attempted to elicit pity from their Handlers and Attendants, using beguiling 
pleas and prolonged crying jags in an effort to express their displeasure at 
being handled against their wills, many for the first time ever.

North recalled a pair of twin sisters who to everyone's surprise reacted 
completely oppositely to their initial indoctrination, and continued to do so 
throughout their stay at the Center.  The Nesbit twins, Marina and Melanie, had 
been fourteen years old at the time.  This is a very impressionable age for a 
young lady, and widely considered to be the ideal age for a girl to begin the 
TYTC Program.  Breaking protocol, North had elected to administer the "Double 
I" to the twin girls together rather than one at a time as was the norm.  Alex, 
who was his right hand man in those days had been in charge, so North had 
little worry that all would go well, which it had, naturally.  The only 
surprise, which hadn't really represented a problem, per se, was the way the 
two sisters responded so differently to treatment.

Marina Nesbit, who was the more precocious of the two siblings, had reacted 
with the expected alarm and rage usually associated with initial contact.  
Melanie, the demure sister, on the other hand, had become almost catatonic 
under the expert touch of the then Senior Handler, basically allowing him to 
have his way with her without opposition.  Two identical twins; two distinctly 
different reactions to the Program.  

What was interesting moreover, was that although the two girls had a known 
history of competitiveness with one another, when Marina Nesbit had sensed that 
her sister's well being was threatened, she'd attempted to come to her aid even 
at the expense of her own comfort level, demonstrating that a very strong 
emotional bond existed between the two girls.  This bond soon became the focus 
of a special behavioral study.  The daily conditioning routines of the two 
sisters had been modified such that their performance could be monitored 
together as well as with separate Handlers.  

Alone Melanie Nesbit had quickly become the darling of the Center due to her 
sweet and accommodating nature.  However, when the two sisters were brought 
together under the tutelage of a single Handler, things changed dramatically.  
Marina, who throughout her program of conditioning, remained renitent and 
unobliging, oddly enough became more accommodating in a group setting, 
presumably in order to spare her sibling the perceived emotional stress of 
being handled against her will.  Melanie, who had progressed to the point where 
she appreciated the attentions of many of her partners at the Center, responded 
to her sister's unrequested attempts to protect her by becoming even more 
precocious and seductive.  Together the two fourteen year olds were very 
entertaining indeed.  In fact, for several weeks, Adam North had taken the 
Nesbit sisters under his wing and had shared much of his considerable personal 
knowledge and experience with the two lovely girls.

The TYTC Headmaster sat calmly behind his desk, monitoring the progress of Anna 
Kournikova's Induction Interview.  He watched with pride as his staff members 
went about systematically removing her clothing.  They used EMT style shears to 
cut away the expensive spandex running attire she'd been picked up in, for as 
is stated in another of the TYTC Standards, "Guests shall remain disrobed at 
all times."  In other words, the pretty blond tennis star would not be needing 
her clothing any more after this morning.  

As North expected after having read her dossier carefully, Miss Kournikova 
persisted in her rebellious behavior even after having been forcibly stripped.  
For many young ladies, finding themselves suddenly disrobed among a group of 
strangers will put a "chink in their armor", so to speak.  Being both unclothed 
and restrained tends to instill a sense of vulnerability in a girl that can 
evolve into the first turning point along the road to a new self-image.  But 
not so with Anna.  In fact, even as her stylish running shoes were being cut 
from her feet, she stared straight at North with the unmistakable glint of 
defiance in her green eyes.  Adam North wasn't interested in Anna's eyes just 
now, though.

"Take your hands off me, you monsters!" Anna screamed, her accent unmistakable 
in her present state of unrest.  She refused to believe that any of this was 
happening to her, after all the money she'd spent on security and body guards 
and self-defense training.  But now, in spite of her best efforts to resist, 
Anna found herself bound hand and foot to an apparatus of obviously evil design 
and unable to prevent these horrible, disrespectful men from stripping her 
naked and ruining her expensive running outfit in the process.  The fact that 
they'd actually cut away her clothing incensed Anna almost as much as being 
forcibly disrobed. 

"Silence, Miss Kournikova!" Mark ordered in a powerful voice, and to her never 
ending surprise, the blond tennis star immediately fell silent.  She stood 
blinking stupidly up at the huge man, not knowing what to do next.

It took many months of hard work and training to master the Command Tones, and 
Mark Haskel was one of the best.  Considered by many to be a martial art form, 
voice command inflection was a powerful tool if used properly.  The technique 
required perfect control of voice modulation and could confound and confuse a 
Guest, rendering her temporarily immobilized for several seconds, giving the 
Handler or Attendant time to act.  As an added benefit, the emotional impact of 
being suddenly thrust into state of submissiveness with nothing more than a 
spoken word, was undeniable.  

In fact, Anna was in the process of considering that very concept when the man 
put his hand on her again.  For several seconds Anna was too stunned to react 
to the renewed trespass on her person, but as her green eyes began to widen in 
utter disbelief, the rage welled up within her.

"Good morning, Miss Kournikova," Mark Haskel stated for the second time that 
morning as he separated his fingers into two pairs, sliding each pair over one 
of the young woman's labia majora.  Anna's reaction was tempestuous as 
expected, but the A-Frame lived up to its reputation and effectively prevented 
the blond tennis star from injuring herself or her Handler.  Mark rested his 
left hand on the horizontal bar of the A-Frame next to Anna's right elbow and 
studied her facial expression closely as with his right hand the Handler 
pressed upward against her substantial labia.  He was careful not to lean too 
close and risk a head butt from the irate young woman as she thrashed and spat 
and screeched obscenities in Russian.  

Mark's manual attentions were by no means random.  To the contrary, the 
professional man manipulated Anna's most private flesh in a very systematic 
manner.  Making a mental note regarding the texture and consistency of his 
subject's pubic covering, Mark continued with the regimen known as the TYTC 
Standard Greeting.  Between upward palpations of the labia majora, the Handler 
alternately spread his fingers and closed them together, in turn opening and 
closing the young woman repeatedly.  Mark took care not to accidentally allow 
his fingers to slip between his subject's heavy outer lips until he was ready 
to enter her.  

"You bastards!" Anna screamed, her face not six inches from that of her 
attacker.  "Let me go!" she snarled viciously.

Totally ignoring her heated outbursts, Mark commented almost casually to his 
colleagues, "She has an splendid, full coat."  He then began to tug playfully 
at her tight, golden curls, thoroughly incensing and enraging the head strong 
Russian celebrity.  "Did anyone notice that she's trimmed herself into the 
shape of a heart?" Mark added, smiling at the young blond as he brushed the 
backs of his fingers gently from side to side over the surface of her pubic 
fur.  "Did you do that for Mr. Fedorov, my dear?" the Handler asked in a 
condescending tone. 

"Fuck you!" Anna hissed then spat in the man's face.

Mark had lost track of the number of times his angry young charges had spit on 
him.  In fact, he was surprised if they didn't do it at least once during every 
session of their early training.  Mark brought his hand up and wiped the smear 
of liquid from his cheek with his fingertips.  Then while he stared directly 
into the young woman's wrathful green eyes, he licked the spittle from his 
fingers and smiled.  As predicted, his action left the girl speechless with a 
mixture of shock and disgust.  Then he reached out unexpectedly and placed his 
hand almost tenderly onto Anna's cheek.  "Your ‘hairdo' is very pretty, my 
dear," Mark murmured as though the spitting incident never happened.  He was 
forced to jerk his hand away when Anna turned and tried to bite him, but by 
then the Handler had already scored several emotional points in the cat and 
mouse game associated with introductory female conditioning.  "She's a feisty 
one.  That's for sure," Mark thought to himself as he squatted down in front of 
the young tennis star.  

Placing his hands onto the tops of Anna's hips, the Handler pressed inward on 
her pelvic crests then squeezed the resilient flesh behind them, known 
affectionately as "love handles".  "Broad pelvic structure," Mark stated in a 
clinical tone, knowing that someone in the room would be taking notes.  
"Somewhat heavy waisted," the Handler commented, noting Anna's overall 
physique.  "But all in all, a fairly utilitarian anatomy," Mark added almost 
casually.  

The young blond remained reasonably still while he examined her pelvis, but 
when Mark pressed his fingertips to the center of her pubic bone just above the 
upper edge of Anna's soft, golden heart, she went ballistic.  Screeching and 
cursing at the top of her lungs, the irate young woman twisted her body and 
thrashed her hips from side to side within the limits the A-Frame would allow, 
making it rather difficult for Mark to finish his inspection.  Turning to Rick 
Adams, the big Handler said, "I think we'd better CAP her right away, or we're 
gonna be here all day."

"I agree," Rick replied and rose from his seat.

"And while you're up, let's get her started on Thelazine," Mark added as his 
colleague headed for a cabinet on the far side of the office.

"You're the boss," Rick responded, smiling over his shoulder at his fellow 
Handler.

Meanwhile Mark did his best to complete his immediate task of determining the 
size of Anna's pubic arch which was an integral part of the process involved in 
assessing a girl's "Carrying Capacity".  Working from the center Mark traced in 
one direction along the line of tight curls with his fingers, compressing the 
resilient flesh against the gracefully curving structure beneath until he 
reached her thigh.  Then he repeated the procedure in the opposite direction.  
Next Mark placed the tip of his index finger at the top center of Anna's pubic 
covering, and with his thumb he located the top of Anna's carnal cleft.  "Wow!  
Nearly two inches," the Handler muttered to himself, estimating the distance 
between.  "Excellent breadth and prominence," Mark reported for the record.

From across the room Rick Adams called to his partner who was still kneeling in 
front of the thrashing blond.  "What size do you want to start her on," Mark?"  
Rick turned and looked at the row of torpedo shaped devices arranged neatly by 
order of size on the middle shelf of the supply cabinet.  While he awaited 
Mark's reply, Rick took one of the many small, cylindrical auto-injectors 
located on the top shelf and dropped it into the top pocket of his coveralls.

Mark knew full well the girl would react badly to his next action, but it 
simply had to be done.  The C.A.P. Device is an extremely effective training 
aid provided the correct size is used.  Granted, Miss Kournikova would be 
measured much more thoroughly later on and if necessary, she would be re-sized 
accordingly, but for now a rough estimate was required.  

Seated at his desk, Adam North felt a tremendous sense of pride as he watched 
the dedicated men of his staff function like a well oiled machine.  Men such as 
these were as rare now-a-days as they were exceptional, and it did his heart 
good to see them work closely as a team. 

Anticipating his colleague's needs, Curtis stepped up behind the young woman, 
and grasped her firmly by the hips.

"What the...?" Anna croaked hoarsely as she turned and stared at the man behind 
her.

At that exact moment while the young blond was distracted by Curtis, Mark 
reached between her legs.  With practiced ease he located her clitoral hood 
with his thumb.  Then sliding the tip of his first finger back and between the 
girl's ample buttocks, Mark quickly found Anna's puckered anal portal.

"Let's try a size six," Mark shouted above the caterwauling that continued even 
after he removed his hand from the girl.

"Size six it is," Rick responded good naturedly and reached for one of the 
small, black instruments in the cabinet.  Glancing at the butt end of the 
little torpedo, Rick noted the numeral six embossed in the specially formulated 
composite material.  

This number represents the distance, in inches, between a young lady's clitoris 
and her anus which is how the C.A.P. Devices are sized.  Their diameter varies 
according to their length such that the change in volume of one size CAP as 
compared to another remains consistent.  The size six CAP is approximately 
three quarters of an inch in diameter at its largest section.

[Author's Note: A great deal of information and history is written about the 
Continuous Anal Presence Program and C.A.P. Devices in previous chapters of The 
Youth Training Center saga.  The CAP principle and use of these extraordinary 
devices plays a major role in the conditioning program of every Guest of the 
Center. - SM]

Having completed his examination of the nineteen year old in the areas of her 
anatomy below her waist, Mark regained his feet with a noticeable groan and 
cracking of his knees.  Turning to the Headmaster the big Handler shrugged his 
broad shoulders.  "It's hell getting old," he said with a grin.

"You're doing an outstanding job," Adam North said, complimenting the man.  
North's personnel management skills were second to none, and all of his staff 
members respected and admired him.

Anna's most recent tirade subsided to a degree once the two monsters took their 
hands off of her.  She was shaken by the outrageous invasion on her person, but 
her spirit was far from broken.  "These people are completely insane," she 
thought to herself as she listened to the big man and the one behind the desk 
exchange pleasantries as though they were simply passing the time of day.  
Although her situation appeared grave, to say the least, Anna remained 
confident that she would eventually prevail over these demonic maniacs.  If 
nothing else, the authorities had to be searching for her at this very moment, 
and sooner or later she would doubtlessly be found and freed.  "Then I'll make 
them all pay for their insults and perversions," she silently vowed.  Anna was 
a wealthy young woman, and she'd met a lot of very influential people.  A 
couple of names came to mind as she stood bound to the hateful A-Frame, 
awaiting the next round of the match.  Names of men who associated in circles 
that were, shall we say, frowned upon by the gentry of South Florida.  These 
men were not to be toyed with except in ways that only a member of the "fairer 
sex" would dare, and over the years the comely Russian had become an expert at 
wielding "the power of pretty".   

Anna felt a renewed sense of power and confidence as she watched the giant of a 
man turn toward her.  "Dig deep, Murzik," she heard her coach say.

"Let's have a look at these," the big man in white said, reaching for her.  
"They look larger on TV," Mark said with a smirk as he slid his hands beneath 
Anna's breasts and hefted the two golden orbs indifferently.  "Obviously you 
sunbathe in the nude, my dear," the Handler said, as he slid his thumbs up over 
the areolae and then pressed inward on the nipples.  Marc noted that there 
wasn't a tan line on her.

"That's most fortunate, Miss Kournikova," the man behind the big desk added 
with a wry smile.  

Momentarily disregarding her assailant, Anna stared at him in disbelief.  She 
had correctly assumed that this was the man in charge.  He hadn't said much 
thus far, but he'd taken a keen interest in every detail of the atrocities the 
others perpetrated upon her.  "Mr. North," Anna reminded herself.  She would 
not forget that name, and when the time came, she would make arrangements with 
her South Florida "acquaintances" to have Mr. North dealt with in a suitable 
fashion.

Mark clearly recognized the expression of calculated hatred on her face as the 
blond tennis star stared past him at his boss.  "My, my, but aren't we the head 
strong one," Mark thought to himself.  She would be a challenge, but Mark 
enjoyed a challenge.  Even as he hefted her nicely rounded breasts, noting 
their weight and composition, the lovely Russian girl raised her eyes 
confidently.  "She's a proud one, alright," Mark noted.  "She's practically 
ignoring me," the big Handler marveled as he watched Anna watch his boss.  He 
considered applying a bit more pressure to the firmer mammary glands he felt 
beneath the fatty breast tissue in an effort to gain her attention, but thought 
better of it.  Mark knew that in a matter of minutes Anna would be given her 
first dose of the wonder drug, Thelazine, and soon thereafter she would become 
much more attuned to her "inner female".

"I beg your pardon," Anna responded to Adam North's comment.  Her voice was 
clear and steady, surprising even Mark.

"I said it's fortunate that you appear to be accustomed to spending time in the 
nude, Miss Kournikova," the Headmaster repeated patiently.  

"And w..why is that?" Anna retorted, wincing slightly when Mark pinched the 
lower edge of her right areola.  Steeling herself, the blond athlete 
disregarded Mark's attentions and concentrated on the man behind the desk.  She 
was down love thirty and needed to keep her wits about her.

Adam North, as was his habit, paused in silence as he regarded the headstrong 
young blond.  North, like every man in the employ of the Center, had through 
exhaustive study and training, developed the ability to read a woman's body 
language like one would read the morning newspaper.  He too noticed the 
unmistakable glint of challenge in the girl's eye and recognized the air of 
confidence in her stance.  

So far, Miss Anna Kournikova was proving to be as defiant as he'd anticipated, 
but Adam North wasn't at all worried.  Over the years he'd witnessed some very 
impressive attempts at resistance.   Bravery and belligerence, willfulness and 
wanton hostility, yes he'd definitely seen it all.  North had been struck and 
spat upon, kicked, scratched and bitten, but in the end, each and every one of 
his contentious young ladies had come around.  

At times even Adam North marveled at the effectiveness of the TYTC Program, but 
"the proof was in the pudding," as they say.  Since 1986, The Youth Training 
Center had enlightened literally hundreds of young women of all ages, 
re-acquainting them with their "inner female" and restoring them to sanity and 
normality.  With the exception of a single unanticipated situation which reared 
its ugly head about a year ago, the TYTC record of achievement remained 
unblemished.  The afore mentioned incident involved the recall of a group of 
Guests and was dealt with promptly and efficiently to the satisfaction of all 
concerned parties.  Although the Center's methodology had undergone many 
changes through the years, thanks in part to the development of some truly 
remarkable systems and devices, the underlying premise remained the same.  
Unshakably based in doctrine which has withstood the test of time, the TYTC 
Mission Statement says it all:

"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.  Our methods are 
not cruel.  Not a single one of our Guests has ever been harmed.  Our training 
philosophy is based upon the following premise:

Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners or apparatus, 
employing the proper techniques, for an adequate period of time, any female, 
regardless of the circumstances of her involvement, will eventually become an 
active and willing participant in the relationship."

Armed with these immutable truths, the dedicated men and recently, a few women, 
of The Youth Training Center perform their duties and fulfill their individual 
callings with conviction and assuredness.  Adam North had every right to marvel 
at the TYTC Program, for it was indeed marvelous.

"Because, my dear Miss Kournikova," the TYTC Headmaster began, resting his 
elbows on his desk for effect.  "For the next few months, or until such a time 
as we decide that you are ready to begin your new life, you will remain 
disrobed at all times."  Anticipating an argument, North held up his hand, 
cutting the young woman off in mid breath.  "I realize that much of what has 
been said thus far sounds like madness to you, but in a surprisingly short 
period of time I feel certain that you will come to appreciate our methods and 
see the wisdom behind our teachings."  Again, the Headmaster paused.  Then with 
a warm smile he said, "Welcome, Miss Kournikova, to our TYTC family."

Following his customary thoughtful pause Adam North spoke to his confederate in 
a more businesslike tone of voice.  "You may proceed, Mark."

Mark in turn glanced at Rick Adams who had discretely positioned himself 
directly behind the blond tennis star.  An unspoken message passed between the 
two professional men, and as Mark grasped Anna's nipples in his powerful 
fingers, Rick's hand dropped behind her.

Anna who was still wrestling with the ominous words spoken by the Headmaster, 
never saw it coming.  "Months!" she repeated over and over in her head.  
"Months, he said!  I'm going to be held prisoner in this madhouse for months!" 
Anna considered as the first inklings of trepidation crept into her heart like 
icy fingers.  

Mark noted the signs of apprehension in the girl's facial expression and knew 
that he and his associates were on the right track.  Still holding her by the 
nipples, Mark reminded himself, "She's no different than any other female," and 
began to shake Anna's shapely breasts rapidly from side to side.  He made a 
mental note to schedule her for an EFIRS evaluation, based upon the consistency 
of her breast mass, as he watched the rage flash in her green eyes.  "That's 
it, little one.  Look this way," Mark thought.  "Just one more second..."

"Snick" 

It was the distinctive sound made by the auto-injector as it discharged its 
contents into the firm flesh of the girl's right buttock, and it was followed 
as usual by a surprised squeak from the handsome blond Guest.  

Turning quickly, Anna saw the man named Rick drop the spent instrument into his 
breast pocket.  When he only smiled at her and didn't speak, Anna snapped her 
head around and faced the big man in front of her.  Bristling with indignation, 
the tennis star fairly hissed at Mark.  "Drugs!  You cowards are gonna use 
drugs on me."  Then she shot her gaze about the big office, lancing each of the 
perverted monsters in white with an icy stare.  She felt panic swell in her 
heart and mind as she waited to swoon.  "Would they rape her?  Would they all 
have their way with her?"  Anna struggled to control herself and regain her 
composure.  She'd had to do it innumerable times on the tennis court, and once 
again Anna had to dig deep, forcing herself to calm down enough to think.  

Suddenly Anna imagined herself lying unconscious on the floor.  Between her 
widely splayed legs a figure in white hammered away at her while others waited 
their turn in a line that stretched off into infinity.  Then to her dismay, the 
dreamscape shifted and Anna saw herself awaken and reach out to her phantom 
lover.  The first hint of self-doubt trickled into her psyche as Anna 
envisioned herself beginning to participate in the nightmare coupling.  Rolling 
her hips wantonly, she encouraged her devil in white, pulling him closer and 
locking her legs around him.  All the while Adam North, the head demon of them 
all sat silently at his dream desk, observing the proceedings and smiling 
knowingly as Anna witnessed herself becoming increasingly more aroused.  Those 
early twinges of self-doubt forming at the roots of Anna's subconscious were 
just beginning to evolve into a healthy, budding sense of self-loathing when 
the nineteen year old tennis star was abruptly snapped back into the present by 
the feeling of a man's hand between her thighs.

"Welcome back, Miss Kournikova," Mark said politely as he parted his fingers 
and pressed upward on either side of her carnal cleft, compressing the 
resilient flesh of her meaty labia majora.  

Based upon the initial findings of his previous external tactile examination of 
the young Russian, Mark judged that Anna had a reasonably good "carrying 
capacity", and soon he would begin the internal portion of her induction 
interview which would reveal a good bit more about the young lady.  Later, of 
course, she would undergo a more extensive internal examination at which time 
the precise volume of each of Anna's abdominal passages would be accurately 
measured, using a brand new device known as the Portal Micrometer, a state of 
the art version of the old Vaginal Micrometer. Her individual passage volumes 
would then be added together and recorded in her permanent file as her initial 
total passage volume, expressed in cubic centimeters.  

This benchmark data would be used to determine Anna's training routines.  The 
frequency that she would be expected to accept partners each day, be they human 
or mechanical, would then be adjusted up or down accordingly.  

The goal with Anna, as with every Guest of the Center, is to systematically 
increase her "carrying capacity", which naturally means expanding her passage 
volume.  However, as always when dealing with the female of our species, there 
are other factors which must be taken into account.

"Elementary," you say.  "Why not simply give the girl numerous opportunities 
each day to host ‘well endowed' lovers," you ask?

Consider this.  Would it be in anyone's best interest for The Youth Training 
Center to turn out fully functional females, accommodating in every way, but 
who were so stretched out of shape from overuse that coupling with one of them 
would be like making love to a bucket of hot mayonnaise?  We think not.  Enter 
into the formula, muscle tone.  To make a suitable partner who is capable of 
making the long haul, so to speak, a young lady must be taught the finer points 
of muscle control.  

To a degree vaginal and anal muscle application comes naturally to a girl, but 
the strength of her internal grip and the knowledge and willingness to use it 
effectively are achieved only with patient tutoring and 
practice...practice...practice.  Using a wide variety of training regimens, 
including Kegel exercise as well as several other interesting routines 
developed by the TYTC staff, the Guests at the Center are taught to use their 
God given talents both efficiently and productively, while maintaining muscular 
fitness and stamina.  

Naturally their progress must be monitored and recorded, so once again the 
Portal Micrometer is used to collect the girls' personal measurements.  
Internal Grip Strength, or IGS, is measured weekly in both passages, and the 
readings compared with each other as well as with benchmark data.  
Additionally, much like a pressurized cylinder is hydrostatically tested, the 
Guests' muscle resilience and elasticity, commonly referred to as muscle memory 
or "M&M's", is closely monitored.  Of course, passage volume is checked on a 
regular basis as well, and when combined with grip strength and muscle memory 
we can decide a female's true Carrying Capacity.  

Conversely, when viewed independently, these personal measurements can be used 
to track a young lady's progress or lack thereof.  Take for example a Guest who 
exhibits increased passage volume with decreased IGS readings and low M&M's.  
Obviously she's spending too much time in the sack and not enough in the 
gymnasium.  On the other hand, suppose a young lady shows progress in the area 
of passage volume, and she has acceptable IGS numbers from one week to the 
next.  However, when our girl is examined for muscle tone she comes up with low 
M&M's.  What would you prescribe for her?  If you suggested that she take 
regular night partners, or perhaps that she be required to carry a Kegel weight 
or two during her waking hours, then you've done your homework.  What our 
hypothetical young lady lacks is stamina.  She scores well on volume, and her 
grip strength is good, but she will undoubtedly fall short if you intend to 
take her for an extended ride.

Thus we see that accurate measurement, the routine collection of fresh data, 
and meticulous record keeping of personal information on each and every Guest 
who walks or is carried through the doors of The Youth Training Center is 
absolutely crucial to the overall re-education process.

Checking his day timer, Adam North noted that Miss Kournikova was scheduled for 
personal measurement and CAP sizing that very afternoon.  However, as is 
sometimes the case, especially when a young lady is particularly unmanageable 
during her Induction Interview as Miss Kournikova had been thus far, at the 
request of her Handler she would be CAP'd on the spot.  For this reason, North 
kept a full compliment of CAP Devices in every available size in the supply 
cabinet in his office.  

Adam North looked on as Rick Adams and Mark Haskel worked with the stubborn 
nineteen year old tennis star.  "It's good to see that Rick is still so much at 
home with the Guests," North thought to himself as he admired the ease with 
which his second in command handled himself around the head strong Russian.  
He'd administered her dose of Thelazine at precisely the right moment, and 
presently he stood by with Anna's CAP Device, ready to install it when Mark 
Haskel gave him the signal.  "Mark's a good man," North mused as he watched the 
Handler employ the Standard Greeting technique with remarkable dexterity.  Adam 
often wondered how a man of Mark's size and weight could move with such 
exceptional swiftness and grace, but after watching him in action on more than 
one occasion, North remained impressed with the big man's speed and agility.

Anna, on the other hand, was not at all impressed with Mark.  In fact, she was 
beginning to detest the big man and had already added Mark to her mental list 
of people she would mention to her South Florida "acquaintances".  No sooner 
had she snapped out of her brief but hideous nightmare than the man jammed his 
big paw between her legs again.  The discovery that whatever the drug was that 
the other man had injected into her butt wasn't going to render her unconscious 
offered little consolation to Anna, since she quickly realized that as a 
consequence, she would have to endure the atrocities performed on her person by 
these deranged men fully conscious.

"God damn you, you inhuman pig!" Anna shrieked at the big man in Russian.  His 
hand was driving her crazy, the way he kept opening and closing her down there 
with his fingers.  Each time Mark parted her lips, Anna felt a draft of cool 
air, for unbeknownst to her at the time, she was already beginning to 
self-lubricate thanks to the effects of Thelazine.  

One of the most desirable side effects of the miraculous compound was that it 
caused the Bartholin's and hymen glands, which are responsible for the 
production of lubricating mucous needed in the vagina during intercourse, to 
make the jump to light speed.  The "Thelazine Effect", however, tended to be 
extremely subtle at first.  So subtle, in fact, that a Guest rarely noticed the 
delicate changes to her person, both physiological and emotional.  With the 
new, faster acting compound the initial effects such as increased production of 
vaginal mucous, could begin in as little as ten minutes following injection.  
Then like the original "flavor" of this superb medication, its influence 
gradually gained strength over time.  However, due to the very nature of the 
drug, the subtle changes it wrought in the Guests generally remained 
unrecognized.  Because of this particular quality, emotional inroads of 
inestimable value could be achieved in a surprisingly short period of time.

[Another Author's Note: TYTC 4.5 contains an excellent description of Thelazine 
and its remarkable effectiveness.]

"Be still, Miss Kournikova," Mark spoke in a steady voice.  She certainly was a 
scrapper.  That much was certain, and if it hadn't been for his years of 
experience, Mark might have lost her, for Anna Kournikova was in excellent 
physical condition.  As it stood, though, the talented Handler easily stayed 
with the enraged teenager.  Each time she tried to remove herself from harm's 
way by twisting her hips or by thrashing back and forth or side to side against 
the restraints of the A-Frame, Mark moved with her.  It was almost as if he 
could read her mind, and this coupled with his infernal politeness was utterly 
infuriating to Anna, causing her to fight him that much harder.

"Settle down, please, my dear girl.  You're going to hurt yourself, if you're 
not careful," Mark said to the struggling blond.  His voice was filled with 
genuine concern, whereas his right hand was filled with Anna.  Parting his 
fingers, he spread her open again, then he pushed upward against her several 
times, repeatedly compressing the teenager's resilient outer lips between his 
fingertips and her pelvic bones.  Watching her face closely, Mark noted the 
telltale flare of her nostrils and the first glint of bewilderment in her green 
eyes just before she spat on him for the third or forth time.  Miss Kournikova 
was becoming aroused.

"F...fuck off, you sick bastard," Anna hissed in English this time as a strong 
involuntary tremor passed through her body.

Mark returned the Russian girl's profane remark with a patronizing smile as he 
pressed his fingers together, squeezing her heavy labia between them.  A  
quantity of warm, silky fluid seeped from within the unhappy teenager and onto 
Marks fingers which he promptly rubbed into her lush golden pubic curls.  Anna 
was ready, Mark decided at last, so with no further ado, the big Handler stared 
directly into her green eyes.  "She knows something is about to happen," Mark 
thought to himself.  He could see it in her face as plain as day.

A shuddering exhale of breath escaped the pretty blond tennis star as his thick 
middle finger slid effortlessly up into the cradle of her femininity.  Mark did 
everything by the books, so naturally his technique was perfect.  Following the 
well documented entry protocols to the letter, Marks initial foray into Anna 
was both fluid and thorough.  In one uniform motion he propelled his middle 
finger up into her vagina until his other fingers pressed firmly upward against 
her labia majora, such that the blond was completely compromised.  Gazing into 
her startled green eyes, Mark could plainly see the beginnings of the 
realization that she had been taken against her will and that there was nothing 
she could do about it.  Mark smiled at Anna and was about to withdraw his 
finger in preparation for the remainder of the entry protocol when suddenly he 
felt her contract tightly around his invading digit.  A look of surprise and 
dismay came over Anna as a hot flush of blood shot up her neck and into her 
cheeks like mercury up a thermometer.  Her hands clutched at the horizontal 
rail of the A-Frame and she began to cast her gaze about the room almost 
desperately in an effort to avoid eye contact with the man in front of her.  
Mark pulled his finger back to the first knuckle which triggered as second 
powerful vaginal contraction, followed closely by another, then another as Anna 
threw her head back and gasped.  

"Well I'll be," Mark muttered.  Then in a much louder voice, for the benefit of 
his colleagues, he stated with a soft chuckle, "Our little lady's going to cum 
for us.  I do believe."

Anna looked quickly in Mark's direction with a pleading expression painted upon 
her flushed face.  Her mind was in a total turmoil.  She simply couldn't 
believe this was happening to her, but as she opened her mouth to speak, to beg 
the man not to go any farther,  the Handler chose that very moment to deliver 
the three to four shallow and rapid testing thrusts required by the entry 
protocol.  

That was all it took to tip Anna over the edge.  Granted she generally achieved 
orgasm with reasonable ease, but the stunned blond celebrity would never have 
believed, given the circumstances of her predicament, that she would become 
aroused sexually by this monster, let alone reach climax.  She was mistaken, of 
course.  It was as though fire leapt from the man's hand and crackled like 
static electricity throughout Anna's entire being.  Her mind seemed to go blank 
momentarily as she threw her head back and gave a most unladylike gurgling 
groan.  Anna's broad hips pumped two or three times, and then as Mark pushed 
his finger fully into her once again, the young blond rose up onto the balls of 
her feet and trembled violently from head to toe, inside and out, as an orgasm 
of epic proportions washed over and through her like a hot tsunami.  

Mark kept his hand perfectly still between her trembling thighs, allowing the 
young tennis star to service herself on his finger while her orgasm ran its 
course.  The entire episode took several minutes and left Anna exhausted and 
out of breath.  It also left her with a deep sense of bewilderment, dismay and 
the unsettling realization that her own body had betrayed her.  

For the fact of the matter was quite clear.  These horrible men had abducted 
her, drugged her and for all intents and purposes, were in the process of gang 
raping her.  Anna had done her utmost to resist their wicked advances and to 
fight them at every turn, but in spite of her best efforts she had actually 
become aroused to the point of climax in spite of her deplorable predicament.  
This realization utterly floored Anna.  And although she possessed amazing 
strength of will and depth of character, the Russian tennis celebrity felt her 
resolve begin to slip.

Mark could see it in her eyes.  And as her contractions began to subside, he 
slowly extracted his thick middle finger from the girl's vagina.  "Look at me, 
please, Miss Kournikova," he was forced to instruct the unhappy blond, for she 
was reluctant now to meet his gaze.  Just a very few minutes ago her green eyes 
had been filled with willfulness and contempt, but now as Mark began to slowly 
palpate her heavy labia once again, rubbing his hand firmly back and forth 
between her legs, the Handler noted a certain amount of uncertainty, even 
timidity in her gaze when at last she raised her eyes to his.  It was a good 
sign for this was indicative of the blossoming of self-doubt.  As the weeks and 
months went by, Anna Kournikova, like all the Guests at the Center would 
experience a steady erosion of her pre-conceived self-image.  In time, her 
self-confidence and willfulness would gradually be sapped away, to be replaced 
in the end by acquiescence and submissiveness.  Until such a time as her 
training was complete, Anna would continue to resist these changes, but Mark 
knew, as did everyone at TYTC, that the headstrong blond bombshell would begin 
to participate more and more with each passing day.  

"We're going to have to work on these incontinent orgasms, Miss Kournikova," 
Mark stated evenly as he raised his hand up to inspect his fingers.  A slight 
trace of moisture glistened on his middle finger, but nothing of any 
consequence yet.  "Do you always cum so quickly, my dear?"  Mark asked as 
though he were asking Anna the time of day.

"Go to hell!" Anna muttered, refusing to look at him.  Although as she stood 
staring at the floor in front of her, a heated blush rose in the blond tennis 
star's neck and cheeks, adding to and enhancing her existing glow of 
post-orgasmic radiance.  

Mark made another mental note, later to be entered into her permanent file.  
"Handlers should exercise caution and employ strict Arousal and Climax 
Management protocols when working with Miss Kournikova.  She must only be 
allowed to climax under carefully controlled conditions, and even then she 
should be monitored closely for the signs and symptoms of Emotional Free 
Radical Stimulation (EFIRS).

"Look at me, Miss Kournikova," Mark spoke employing a hint of Command 
Intonation in his voice.  Still she kept her gaze stubbornly averted.  Placing 
three fingers beneath her chin, the powerful Handler raised her face to his 
with practically no effort at all.  When Anna tried to look away, he grasped 
her face in his big hand and forced her eyes back to his.  Mark once again 
pressed his body against that of the young Russian athlete, pushing her back 
against the cold steel bar that crossed behind her shoulders.  Their noses 
almost touching, Mark stared into Anna's green eyes, noting the undisguised 
loathing therein.  "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner 
or partners while being attended to," Mark stated, reciting the Sixth Standard 
with a patronizing smile.

"Fuck you!" Anna hissed.  Then abruptly jerking her chin from Mark's grasp, she 
stared directly at Adam North and spoke with venomous conviction.  "Fuck you 
all!"

It was all the men could do to control themselves.  Ted and Curtis were forced 
to look away in an effort to maintain their composure.  Rick Adams brought his 
hand to his mouth and looked in the Headmaster's direction.

Adam North remained silent for a moment, and then with legendary acumen he 
responded.  "Indeed you will, Miss Kournikova.  Indeed you will."

Rick Adams, only barely maintaining control, looked from North's dead pan 
expression into the eyes of the head strong young Russian.  The office was 
suddenly hushed and still.  Just seconds ago, in spite of her rather dire 
predicament, Miss Kournikova had managed an air of confidence and even contempt 
when she addressed the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center.  But as the 
silence deteriorated first into guarded chuckles and then finally into raucous 
guffaws, Anna felt her resolve start to slip away.

"Look at me, Miss Kournikova," Mark ordered, catching Anna with her guard down.  
Her eyes snapped to his before she could stop herself, and at that exact moment 
the big Handler entered her again.

"Nnngghh!" Anna groaned and raised up onto the balls of her feet, straining 
against the diabolical A-Frame.  Instead of the customary fury she'd exhibited 
thus far, the pretty blond's face was now a mask of shock and dismay.  

Mark's expression, on the other hand, remained utterly neutral as he delved 
even deeper than before into the core of Anna's femininity with his highly 
educated digit.  Inexplicably the big Handler held Anna in his gaze as helpless 
as a deer in a hunter's jack light as he began a more thorough internal 
examination.  

Anna was no stranger to sex.  In fact she'd used it quite effectively on more 
than one occasion to influence the right people and achieve her objectives, but 
always she maintained the upper hand.  Anna called the shots, doling out her 
charms or withholding them as she deemed appropriate.  But something was 
entirely wrong here.  Granted, she tended to climax easily, but at the hands of 
a hulking rapist while his perverted friends watched and laughed?  Something 
was definitely wrong here.  This hulking rapist knew just where to touch her.  
Even now as Anna felt his repulsive finger dip and probe, the big man in white 
managed to locate places inside of her that no one had ever touched before.  
Exquisite places, deeply female places which, in spite of the repugnance she 
held for him in her very soul, would make Anna's big green eyes suddenly grow 
wide with startled wonder.  She despised what he was doing to her, but beneath 
her hatred of the man who defiled her, was a blossoming sense of self doubt 
which crept slowly but inexorably into her psyche.  Wasn't she at least 
partially to blame?  "She was the one who had the orgasm, after all," she 
reminded herself subconsciously.

"Get your hands off me, you depraved monster!" Anna's mind screamed, and then 
in the next breath the voice of little Murzik would whisper, "Touch me there.  
Oh, please touch me there!"  And when he did, Anna's "inner female" would cry 
out, seemingly with volcanic intensity in a voice that would not be denied, 
oozing around her like warm mud and obliterating cognizant thought.

Mark hooked his finger forward ever so slightly then pushed upward firmly in 
the direction of her pubic bone.  He smiled knowingly when Anna's lips parted 
slightly, and she inhaled a short hissing breath through her teeth.  Even 
without the telltale tremors which passed unbidden through the bewildered blond 
with ever increasing frequency, the Handler was able to keep tabs on Anna's 
level of arousal.  Mark had again placed his free hand onto the horizontal bar 
just behind Anna's right shoulder, his face mere inches from hers.  Anna's eyes 
were deep pools of smoldering emerald that flickered and flashed each time he 
shifted his finger.  Mark's training allowed him to gaze into those emerald 
pools and discover secrets hidden deep down.  Through those windows to her soul 
the professional man witnessed the dialog between Anna and her "inner female" – 
the doubts and the fears, the fire and the passion.  And thanks to the wonder 
drug, Thelazine, urging her to acknowledge those songs that her body was 
singing, Anna began to gaze into that fire.

Mark monitored her facial expressions and bodily responses very closely.  He 
had no intention of allowing the girl to achieve another orgasm.  He'd allowed 
her previous climax to proceed partly for the amusement of his colleagues, but 
primarily to introduce the arrogant, blond teenager to the concept of 
self-betrayal which points the way down the path toward submission.  There was 
no doubt in Mark's mind that her injection of Thelazine had kicked in.  Less 
than fifteen minutes ago, Anna Kournikova had spat in his face when he touched 
her, and now he went about his internal examination of the young Russian girl 
virtually unimpeded.  Additionally she'd begun to produce an abundance of 
vaginal mucous, allowing him unfettered access to the more remote reaches of 
her reproductive anatomy.

Mark tried two fingers which she accepted without complaint.  Her eyes were 
beginning to take on that muzzy, preoccupied look indicative of the early 
stages of Womb Centering.  Mark knew that he was skating on rather thin ice, 
when the comely blond moaned softly and then leaned her cheek against his 
forearm.  She was getting close again, and as a result, Mark took great care to 
keep his hand clear of her clitoral area as he pushed both his middle and ring 
fingers deeply into her vagina and held fast.  

Mark was looking for something that should have occurred naturally by now, and 
that, of course, was a vaginal contraction.  "Nothing," the Handler muttered to 
himself after a full minute had passed.  

"I beg your pardon?" Rick Adams spoke up from his position directly behind 
blond teenager.  He toyed with a black, torpedo shaped device in his right 
hand, rolling it back and forth between his thumb and four fingers.  Soon it 
would belong to Anna, but not until Mark called for it.

"It appears that although Miss Kournikova is a renowned athlete and keeps 
herself in excellent physical shape on the outside, she has what I call a "Lazy 
Vagina"," Mark advised the group.  

His comment got Anna's attention, if nothing else and helped to clear the 
cobwebs a little.  Lifting her head, she stared at him scornfully.  She was 
about to speak, but Mark cut her off with only a raised hand and a harsh look.  

"Progress," Adam North thought to himself.

Pushing his fingers firmly up into her, the Handler looked the Russian blond 
directly in the eye and said, "Squeeze my fingers, Miss Kournikova."

"What?" Anna responded indignantly.  With each passing second her thoughts 
seemed to be getting more organized.  "Screw you," she hissed in disgust, her 
fiery temper returning rapidly.  Such are the effects of Thelazine.  

Unlike an aphrodisiac which arouses or increases sexual drive, the phenomenal 
compound developed in the TYTC Labs, acts more like a traffic cop than a fire 
engine.  When physical stimulation of a sexual nature occurs, Thelazine opens 
the freeway, allowing those impulses to speed directly to the pleasure centers 
of the brain.  At the same time, it holds back unnecessary traffic, be it 
emotional or physical, in order to guarantee a clear path for the impetus that 
really matters.  In short, Thelazine allows a young lady to hear those natural 
signals that her body sends to her mind more clearly, with far less 
interference and distraction.  When sexual stimulation is discontinued the 
"traffic cop" allows other traffic back onto the freeway, and "normal" female 
thought patterns resume, usually leaving the subject in a temporary state of 
mild disbelief and confusion.

That is where Anna found herself when the perverted white clad monster made his 
revolting request.  "What the hell, happened to me?" she wondered and not for 
the last time.

Mark, of course, knew that by holding his hand perfectly still, the Thelazine 
Effect would be temporarily lessened, and would quite possibly cause the girl 
to become agitated again, but he needed her undivided attention to complete his 
examination.  It was a simple request, but one that most Guests in the early 
days of their training consider to be both repugnant and demeaning.  The 
demeaning part, Mark could understand, but repugnant?  "It's a perfectly 
natural bodily function," Mark reasoned.  In any case, he had a job to do, and 
unless they wanted to be here all day, the stubborn tennis star would have to 
cooperate.  

"Squeeze my fingers, please, Miss Kournikova," Mark repeated, giving her a 
second chance.  After all, she was Anna Kournikova.  

The Handler waited patiently with his two fingers ensconced in the warm 
confines of the girl's vaginal passage.  While he waited, Mark assessed some of 
her other attributes even though she would undergo more precise tests later.  
Her vaginal temperature seemed normal.  Mucous production both before and 
following her initial Thelazine dosage appeared to be above average.  Passage 
volume, at least vaginally seemed adequate, of course it was hard to tell with 
only two fingers.  Her vaginal M&M's (Muscle Memory) proved to be acceptable.  
Earlier when Mark tried stretching her a little by spreading his fingers apart 
inside her birth canal, she'd regained her original diameter in a suitably 
short period of time.  Mark decided that, all things considered, Miss 
Kournikova was quite serviceable and would make a suitable lover after 
receiving the proper training, naturally.  Furthermore, that very training 
would take care of her "Lazy Vagina".  

Anna wasn't the first young lady Mark had encountered with this problem, and he 
firmly believed that the condition was a direct result of a lack of use.  
Interestingly enough it seemed to appear predominantly in females with more 
willful dispositions.  In any case, the problem is easily solved.  Muscles that 
go unused become weak and flabby.  It's as simple as that.  All a girl needs is 
exercise.  

Mark was losing patience with her.  Anna was about to learn that the request of 
a TYTC Handler is not to be taken lightly, nor is it up for debate.  Her lesson 
would begin by Mark taking her on an in depth tour of the female reproductive 
anatomy and introducing her to one of the many special points of interest that 
most females don't even know exist.  Those women who do know about some of 
these places would rather they didn't.  

One such spot is located at the very back of the birth canal just below and 
posterior to the fornix.  It's a long reach on a good day and can be difficult 
to find for someone lacking the proper training.  Additionally, this particular 
point is far easier to reach by approaching the vaginal passage from the rear.  
In fact, there were only a few individuals in the employ of The Youth Training 
Center today who could effectively palpate this area using a front entry, let 
alone possess the strength and dexterity to utilize this pressure point to its 
full potential.  

Anna was fortunate because, as she'd already discovered, Mark Haskel's hands 
were quite large and his fingers very long and powerful, and as fate would have 
it, it was Mark Haskel who first attempted and later perfected the use of this 
particular "sweet spot".

"Squeeze my fingers, Miss Kournikova," Mark ordered.  

His tone of voice was different somehow, and it caught Anna's attention, but 
still she chose to ignore his request.  Mark gave her no warning of what was to 
come, and it all happened so quickly that Anna was still in the process of 
dreaming up a scathing remark to fire back at the man, when abruptly she found 
herself hanging by her arms from the horizontal bar of the A-Frame, breathless 
and very close to fainting.  It took about a half a minute for what had been a 
mind blinding nova of pain in her lower back to subside.  Anna thought that 
surely one of the ogres standing behind her had kicked her in the spine with a 
steel towed work boot.  An aftershock coursed up her back and down the backs of 
her thighs when she tried unsuccessfully to regain her feet, and again she 
dropped and hung by her arms.  

Standing quietly before her, Mark Haskel waited patiently for Anna to recover 
sufficiently to stand, albeit still attached spread-eagle to the A-Frame.  
Without a word, the Handler stepped forward and inserted the same two fingers 
into Anna's vagina, causing her body to stiffen reflexively in the expectation 
of further pain.  Inside, however, she remained soft and pliable.  Mark gave 
Anna a moment to catch her breath while he pushed his big fingers up into her 
to the hilts.

"Squeeze my fingers, Miss Kournikova," he said in an almost conversational tone 
of voice.  

Anna wanted more than anything on Earth to defy the man and to spit in his ugly 
face or, given the opportunity, maybe bite his ear off.  Unfortunately Anna 
didn't think that she would survive a second attack like the first.  She wasn't 
even certain exactly what he'd done to her, but she was reasonably certain that 
she didn't wish to repeat the experience.  Steeling herself like she'd had to 
do so many times on the tennis court, Anna Kournikova dug deep.  She gritted 
her teeth, swallowed her pride and...

"Again, and a little harder this time please," Mark commented matter-of-factly 
after Anna's first attempt.  If the truth be known it had been a puny effort at 
best.

Anna reluctantly tried again.  She couldn't remember ever having been ordered 
by a man to do anything even remotely as dehumanizing as this.  

"Pretend you're using the bathroom, Miss Kournikova, and suddenly you wish to 
stop," Mark coached, further humiliating the blond teenage celebrity.  It's 
practically the same muscle group, I promise you.  One more try, and then we'll 
move on," Mark assured her and wiggled his fingers a little.  

Anna couldn't believe this was happening to her.  It had to be some kind of 
fiendish nightmare or something, and sooner or later she would awaken and all 
of this evil perversion would be gone – all just a bad dream.  Unfortunately, 
Anna was pretty darn sure she wasn't imagining the two large fingers that were 
inserted into her vagina.  Anna bore down.

"Internal Grip Strength (IGS) is well below average," Mark stated for the 
record.  Glancing at Rick Adams, the big Handler then said, "I recommend that 
Miss Kournikova be started on Kegel weight program right away."  Rick nodded 
his approval, and at the same time the two men exchanged an unspoken plan.  

"We're almost finished here, Miss Kournikova," Mark said as he unexpectedly 
began to slowly fuck her with his two fingers.  Her surprise registered quickly 
on her handsome face and in her green eyes.  Anna opened her mouth to make some 
remark, but only a low moan came out as Mark applied firm pressure with his 
thumb to the small hood of skin which shrouded her clitoris.  Almost 
immediately as the Handler began to swirl his thumb in tight circles, the 
"traffic cop" blew his whistle, signaling rush hour.  

As Mark continued to move his fingers in and out with a slow, even cadence, the 
first of many wet, snapping sounds escaped from between Anna's thighs.  Mark 
heard it and smiled.  Anna heard it and groaned as her spirits took a dive.  
Rick heard it and nodded as he applied a dollop of K-Y Jelly to the blunt end 
of Anna's size six CAP Device.  

Sizzling waves of pure delight leapt from the fingers of the big man in white 
and onto the neurological super highway provided by the Thelazine which by now 
had reached its full effectiveness.  Anna saw the others gathered around her 
but no longer comprehended their significance.  She heard sounds around her and 
behind her and even snippets of conversation but nothing that was said made 
sense anymore.  Nothing was getting through.  Only the white fire in her belly 
got into the fast lane and assaulted Anna's conscious mind.

A moment later Anna sensed a strange touch on her right hip – someone's hand – 
but its significance was effectively shunted onto a side street.  Then as 
though from a great distance, Anna felt a new sensation of pressure.  It didn't 
hurt exactly, but it was unexpected.  Suddenly it was just there, and if Anna's 
mind hadn't been so tied up with other anatomical concerns she might have 
wondered just exactly where "there" was.  Then without warning, Anna's world 
changed.  One moment she was all alone and in the next she received a constant 
companion, one that would remain with her day and night, possibly for the rest 
of her life.

Rick nodded to Mark as he stood and wiped the lubricant off his fingers.  As 
usual the CAP insertion had gone without a hitch, thanks to the newly designed 
Mark IV's.  With just a tiny amount of lubricant, natural or otherwise, the 
space-age composite anal appliances virtually leapt into the bodies of their 
recipients with only a small amount of coaxing.  

A shudder passed through Anna as her available passage space was quickly 
filled, and her anal sphincter closed around the slender neck of the device.  
At the same time Mark removed his hand from her and allowed stunned young blond 
a couple of minutes to adjust around her new companion.  He'd managed Anna's 
arousal with practiced ease, keeping her right on the threshold of orgasm 
throughout the CAP insertion procedure without allowing her to slip over the 
edge.  Mark's legendary skill and timing combined with the amazing effects of 
Thelazine made the process practically painless.  The headstrong teenager's 
advanced state of arousal served to distract her while her CAP device was 
introduced into her rectal passage by Rick Adams.  It would take several days 
for her to completely acclimate to the filling presence in her abdomen, but she 
would adjust, just like every Guest of the Center has over the years.  The CAP 
program was nothing short of remarkable, providing the young Guests with a 
focal point, and thereby reducing distraction.

While Anna remained bound to the A-Frame restraint device, the men in white 
discussed the morning's project, congratulating themselves on how smoothly 
everything had gone.  In a few minutes, Anna would be escorted to the Guest 
quarters where she would begin her new life.  Curtis and Ted stepped forward in 
preparation for Anna's release from her bonds, but Rick wasn't ready to let her 
go just yet.  

Turning to Adam North, Rick asked, "You don't by any chance have a set of Kegel 
weights up here do you?"

"No, I'm afraid not," North replied.  "But if you'll stop by the Gymnasium on 
the way to the dormitory, I'm sure the Coach will provide our new Guest with 
everything she needs," the Headmaster added with a wink.  

"Alright, then," Rick replied with a smile.  "Let's cut her loose, shall we.  
Mark, would you do the honors, please."

"No worries," Mark said as he stepped to the A-Frame and its comely occupant.  
Smiling down at the girl, Mark turned and asked, "Anyone want to take a turn 
with Miss Kournikova, before we release her into the general population?"  

Anna's mind staggered in disbelief and outrage that these diabolical mad men 
would actually place some evil thing into her body.  For awhile afterward she'd 
been wracked with horrible cramps, but they'd quickly dissipated into what was 
now a dull but consuming ache that pervaded her lower abdomen and made it very 
difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.  She knew the men were 
talking about her, no doubt plotting more vile deeds, but she wasn't entirely 
certain what was being said.  The big man had just offered his colleagues 
something, and although she wasn't sure what it was, Anna was sure she wasn't 
going to care for the idea.

"Might as well get her started," Rick agreed, but unfortunately I've got to 
run.  "Mark, I'll check in with you in a couple of hours, and we'll get Miss 
Kournikova integrated into the schedule, OK?"  Mark nodded.  "Ted, Curtis, why 
don't one of you guys take her for a spin.  You might not get the chance again 
for awhile, and who knows, she might be fun," he added casually as he gave his 
friend Adam North a farewell wave and crossed the room for the door.  

Ted looked at Curtis and shrugged.  "Do you mind?" he asked his colleague.

"No problem, Teddy.  You go right ahead," Curtis replied graciously.  "I'll 
wait and apply for Night Partnering with her later on, after she's had a bit 
more training."

Mark nodded at the two men, simultaneously dismissing Curtis and giving Ted the 
go-ahead to proceed.

"You gentlemen take your time," Adam North interjected as he rose from his seat 
and stepped around the desk.  "Use the office for as long as you need," he 
offered.  Then, ignoring the young blond celebrity completely, the TYTC 
Headmaster turned to leave saying, "Curtis, if you have a minute.  There are 
some things I need to discuss with you."

The two men made their exit already engaged in discrete conversation, leaving 
Mark  and Ted alone with their new charge.

Eyeing the two men in white with baleful curiosity Anna spoke up as the two 
Handlers switched places.  "I don't know what you two are planning, but I'm 
willing to offer you both a lot of money if you'll let me go and help me to get 
away from this place."

Neither man said a word.  Anna stared nervously back over her right shoulder as 
Mark stepped close behind her.  "Look," she bargained.  "You've had your fun.  
If you stop this craziness now, I promise you there'll be no repercussions.  No 
one ever needs to know what went on this morning." 

Mark smiled as he placed a hand onto her shoulder.  "Be still, Miss Kournikova 
and pay attention," he murmured as one would speak to a misbehaving puppy.  

Anna was about to argue when she heard a long, slow, "zip..."  Turning quickly, 
she gave a start when she discovered that the man named Ted now stood very 
close in front of her.  He to was smiling at her in a patronizing way as he 
extended his left arm and grasped the horizontal frame behind Anna's right 
shoulder.

"What's the matter with you people?" Anna snapped.  "Are you all retarded or 
something?"  Ted remained utterly silent as he leaned even closer until their 
noses practically touched, and Anna felt his breath on her lips.  The blond 
tennis star turned her face away in disgust and was about to launch into 
another indignant tirade when suddenly she felt something warm and distinctly 
hard, press against her belly.

Snapping her eyes back to Ted, she hissed venomously, "You just hang on there 
big boy!"

Ted's response to her theat was to use his free hand to push his sizeable 
erection down, and allow it to spring up against the posturing blond's personal 
assets.

Anna looked down in alarm when she felt the heat of his manhood spring upward 
against her exposed intimate flesh, but her view was blocked by the man's 
belly.  Anna Kournikova tried to bolster her courage with more threats in an 
attempt to ignore the cold a sense of helplessness which began to creep into 
her mind, filling her with dread.  "You'll stop right now, if you two know 
what's good for you!" she snarled at the man behind her when she felt his hand 
on her right buttock.

"Be still, Miss Kournikova!" Ted spoke flatly as he used his right hand between 
her legs to push his shaft upward and between Anna's heavy outer lips.

"Nnnnno!" she shrieked through clenched teeth as she jerked her hips back 
violently in an effort to remove herself from harm's way.  Her green eyes 
flashed with seething, emerald hostility.  "I have friends," she gasped 
breathlessly as the hot mass began to saw back and forth slowly.  "Powerful 
friends," she snarled and started to struggle.  

"Look at me, Miss Kournikova," Ted instructed the irate blond in preparation 
for entry.  Then he shifted his left hand from the horizontal bar of the 
A-Frame to the back of Anna's neck.  "Look at me," he repeated and nodded at 
Mark who stood at the ready.  

"Fuck you!" Anna screamed, and with unexpected speed, she snapped at Ted's 
forearm with flashing white teeth.  

She might have caused him some serious harm, but just as her teeth made contact 
with his skin, Ted's colleague, Mark gave the puck shaped butt of Anna's CAP 
Device which protruded slightly from between her rounded buttocks a firm slap.  
The result was almost comical, as the advanced polymer construction of the anal 
appliance magnified and  conducted the full force of Mark's blow directly into 
Anna's abdominal core.  From her open mouth pressed against Ted's forearm came 
a visceral grunt followed by a rush of expelled breath.  At the same time 
Anna's broad hips shot forward.  

"Look at me, Miss Kournikova," Ted repeated calmly as he grasped her by her 
thick braid of golden hair and pulled her head back and away from his arm, 
leaving a slick of saliva on his skin. Her green eyes were round and staring 
and a few croaking sounds escaped her lips as she struggled to catch her 
breath.

From behind, Mark grasped the end of Anna's CAP and pushed it forward and up, 
causing her pelvis to rise upward in response to the internal pressures it 
generated.  Like a well rehearsed dance, Ted bent his knees slightly and moved 
himself into position.  He held her head back, forcing her to look him in the 
eye and nodded almost imperceptibly to his colleague.  On cue, Mark released 
the pressure on her CAP, and Anna Kournikova lowered herself helplessly onto 
her first lover of the day. 

End... for now <grin> SM