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

   Recall - Part 2

   By - The StoryMaster

   Marc Peterson was just plain beat.  At age twenty-two, Marc was
powerfully built and in excellent physical shape.  On "the outside" he
enjoyed the reputation of having remarkable stamina when it came to sports
or anything else he did.  As a result, Marc never would have believed that
this new occupation he'd chosen would be so physically demanding.  But the
proof was in the pudding, as they say, and although he was fatigued, Marc
still had a job to do.

   The pretty blond girl groaned softly when he slipped into her from
behind.  She was not yet fully awake, but after having been taken by him
many times the evening before, she accepted him into her interior with
little to no difficulty.  Marc slid his left hand under her arm and found
and cupped her small breast as he cuddled up close behind her on the big
bed.  He nuzzled his face into her soft hair and inhaled a deep draft of
her youthful bouquet.  Remembering what he'd learned so far, Marc pushed
forward with his hips, compressing the supple flesh of her buttocks against
the fronts of his thighs, and forcing himself fully into her.  He felt some
resistance inside of the young girl as the broad head of his ten inch penis
wedged tightly into the very deepest part of her vaginal passage.  She
groaned again, a little louder this time.

   "Silence, Miss Warner," he murmured from just behind her ear.  Marc
began with a slow stroke cycle cadence.  He intended to occupy
approximately one hour of the girl's time, before he would allow her to
rise and go about her day.  "Slow stokes maintain.  Rapid strokes excite,"
Marc recited to himself one of the many TYTC principles of technique, as he
moved steadily in and out of the young girl.  He felt her supple internal
musculature begin to work with him.  For one so young, she had remarkable
control.  In fact, she was by far the youngest girl that he'd ever been
with.

   In the past Marc had entertained fantasies about having his way with an
underage young lady, but the opportunity had never presented itself.  Until
now, that is.

   Jillian Warner shuddered as the stranger's rather large penis plowed
slowly in and out...  in and out...  in and out.  It was easier this
morning.  He moved slower.

   Last night he'd been more enthusiastic, especially the first time.  It
had hurt her some.  In particular when he bumped into the dense composite
device which lay buried deeply in her rear end.

   Jillian shifted her hips, angling her vaginal passage to better
facilitate her lover, allowing him more direct access without putting
pressure on her imbedded anal appliance.  Her lover obliged her by promptly
filling her to capacity with his manhood.

   Jillian was no stranger to love making.  In fact, for a girl of
fourteen, she enjoyed a reasonably active sex life.  The gentlemen who's
life and bed she shared, however, was an older man, old enough in fact, to
be Jillian's grandfather.  His love making was generally methodical,
bordering on routine, and although he failed to challenge her in "the
sack", he treated Jillian well, providing her with everything she needed.
Jillian missed her parents and her old friends from time to time, but from
the day when she was first abducted and brought to TYTC, Jillian had
entertained no thoughts of escape.  Actually, if the truth be known, it was
this very exceptional degree of cooperation that Jillian afforded her
venerable love interest, that resulted in her return to The Youth Training
Center.

   Following the discovery of a condition known as Emotional Free Radical
Stimulation Syndrome, Jillian's lover, along with all of the past Clients
of the institution was sent information describing some of the signs and
symptoms of EFIRS.  Early and sometimes overly enthusiastic cooperation
with a non-consensual partner is considered to be one of the primary
behavior patterns associated with the often inexplicable condition.  For
this reason Jillian Warner wore the black velveteen collar of an EFIRS
Returnee, as her small body rocked rhythmically in the arms of a man she'd
met only yesterday.

   Marc worked with the fourteen year old for over an hour, during which
time he took great care to monitor her state of arousal, allowing her to
approach apogee many times, but never letting her actually achieve orgasm.
This course of action was deemed best for early morning routines by those
who knew far more than he, and although Marc had recently been issued his
white coveralls, he was, none the less, still in training.  Marc was part
of the most recent class of Handler Candidates, and he and his fellow
classmates, upon graduating, were immediately pressed into active duty,
performing the Center's more routine tasks such as Night Partnering and the
like.

   Yesterday afternoon, following a rigorous day of graduate classes in
corrective technique, Marc checked the big scheduling board located in the
main corridor.  On it he found a list of Handlers' names posted along with
names of their assigned Guest partner or partners for the evening.

   That's how Marc and Jillian met, and their ensuing evening together
turned out to be quite fruitful.  Marc's initial discomfort about being
with such a young girl, quickly faded as the two got to know each other
better over the course of the evening.  In fact, during their third
coupling of the night, Marc began to entertain forgotten old dreams and
fantasies.  Musings that he'd confided in no one.

   Jillian Warner was indeed a very enjoyable young lady.  She was both
meek and accommodating, and Marc found himself wishing that their time
together wouldn't end so soon.  Whether or not she suffered from the
condition that concerned the administrators of the institution so greatly,
was not Marc's job to determine.  He was simply expected to keep the young
lady occupied and focused for the evening, and that much he'd done quite
admirably.

   Marc glanced at his watch.  It was 8:49 and time to move on with his
day. After inseminating Jillian, Marc rose and dressed.  He felt the pride
swell in his breast as he donned the white coveralls of a TYTC Handler. 
When he was dressed and ready, Marc led the young girl by the hand to the
bathing area where she would be assisted in performing her morning
toiletries and then publicly bathed.  As he held the door to the bath open
for the youngster, Marc found himself admiring her shapely little behind as
she waddled through.  Marc hoped that he would have the chance to spend
more quality time with Jillian Warner, but there were no guarantees.  There
were so very many young ladies who would require his attention during the
next several months.  The Youth Training Center was full to capacity and as
a Handler, his time was at a premium.

   At first glance the one time cafeteria turned temporary dormitory looked
very much like a bee hive to Alex as the double steel doors slid quietly
open, allowing him to enter.  The large open room fairly buzzed with
activity.  As Alex moved farther into the cafeteria, he couldn't help but
noticed the many cots and futons crowded together everywhere he turned.  On
most, bodies moved rhythmically.  From time to time Alex heard the familiar
commands, "Be silent, Miss Williams!" from one direction, or "Look at me,
young lady!" from another as the many Handlers present in the room went
about their individual tasks, and the air in the room was perfumed with the
musky smells of love.  It was utterly thrilling for Alex.  Although
retirement had been good to him so far, he was glad to be back in the fold,
providing a useful and vital service again.  The familiar sights, sounds
and smells around him made Alex feel comfortable and very much at home.

   But Alex wasn't here to enjoy the view.  As usual, he was on a mission.
Moving slowly through the hustle and bustle, Alex headed for the intercom
unit located on the west wall of the cafeteria.

   "Good morning, Alex," a familiar voice said cheerfully.

   Glancing to his right, the Senior Handler saw the smiling face of a
young man named Rob.  Rob was currently engaged with a pretty blond haired
girl.  "Pay attention, Miss Carmichael," Rob said succinctly to the tall,
pale skinned young lady who stood before him, bracing herself with her
hands against one of the concrete pillars which supported the large free
span ceiling of the TYTC Cafeteria.  Rob reached under her arm and grasped
the nipple of her smallish right breast between his fingers and thumb. 
While Alex looked on approvingly, the younger man delivered five powerful
thrusts to the girl in rapid succession, each one raising her up onto the
balls of her feet.  After a brief interlude Rob slowly pushed himself into
her fully to the point where her slim buttocks were compressed against the
fronts of his thighs.  Holding her nipple with his fingers, Rob shook the
firm tissues of her small breast, causing the girl to groan audibly. 
"Silence, Miss Carmichael!" Rob snapped without delay.

   To her credit, the rather attractive teenager somehow managed to
maintain direct eye contact with Rob the entire time.  Gazing back at him
over her left shoulder, her facial expression was one of confusion and
dismay.

   "Focus, Miss Carmichael," Rob ordered as he began a slow stroke cadence.
Then turning to Alex he apologized.  "Sorry, Alex.  Miss Carmichael is a
relatively new Guest of the Center.  She's only been with us for a week
now." Then staring back into the dark blue eyes of his charming young
partner, Rob added, "She's basically a good kid, but she has a lot to
learn." He winked at the unhappy girl as he continued to attend to her with
a slow, purposeful rhythm.  "What can I do for you, Alex?" Like the
professional he was, Rob kept his attention focused on his young lover,
studying her handsome face and mentally logging each and every nuance of
expression.  The tips of his fingers practically touched in front of her
tummy as Rob took the girl by her wasp thin waist.

   Alex had noted that Rob's current love interest wore no collar. 
Although nudity had always been the strict rule for the Guests of The Youth
Training Center, Alex had to admit that the identifying dark velveteen
collars made it much easier to recognize those young ladies who would be in
need of remedial attention.

   "No need to explain," Alex offered cheerfully.  "I understand
completely. We've all been so keyed on the EFIRS Returnees that it's easy
to forget that we have new Guests to accommodate."

   The two men exchanged knowing glances while Rob faithfully went about
his work.  "Arch your back, Miss Carmichael," he coached.

   Alex observed that his young colleague's efforts were beginning to pay
off.  Just moments earlier, Alex had marveled at the paleness of the young
woman's blemish free complection, but now a distinctly noticeable pink glow
blushed just beneath the skin of her neck and shoulders.  In spite of the
circumstances of her coupling, the pretty blond haired teenager was
beginning to participate, albeit somewhat reluctantly still.  Alex felt the
pride swell in his breast.  The Youth Training Center was nothing short of
a unique and remarkable institution of higher learning.

   "I'm looking for our Junior Handlers," Alex said casually to his younger
colleague.  "Any idea where I might find Rick Adams or Tom Mathews?  I've
got an assignment for the two of them and any of the others in their
graduating class who'd care to participate."

   "I thought I saw Rick over by south wall when I got here.  Christ, that
guy's sure been busy," Rob said with a wry chuckle.  Then suddenly, "Oh,
for God's sake, Miss Carmichael!" Rob exclaimed in an exasperated tone of
voice.  While he'd been conversing with his former teacher, his young
charge had gotten totally out of position.

   Alex noticed it at almost the same time.  The girl simply wasn't
concentrating.  "But then again, she's new," he mused.  She would learn. 
They all did, eventually.  "Listen, I've held you up long enough," Alex
said after a moments refection.  "You obviously have work to do, and I'm
not helping by standing here passing the time of day."

   "No problem, Alex.  Sorry I couldn't be of more help to you," Rob said
with a small shrug.

   "Don't give it a second thought, Rob," Alex responded sincerely.  "You
go on with what you're doing.  I was going to page them anyway."

   As Alex parted company with Rob and his lover and walked toward the
intercom panel, he heard his former student say, "Shoulders forward, Miss
Carmichael.  Drop your hands down, bend over more and arch your back!  I
want to see that pretty little rear end of yours looking straight up at me.
Do you understand?"

   "Mr.  Adams and Mr.  Mathews," Alex's powerful voice boomed from the
overhead speakers, effectively drowning out the many squeals and groans
which permeated the atmosphere of the cafeteria.  "Mr.  Adams and Mr. 
Mathews and all interested members of this year's graduating class of
Handlers, kindly join me in twenty minutes in Examination Room 4.  Thank
you." With a click, the intercom went dead.

   "Come in, gentlemen.  Come in," Alex spoke warmly as the handful of
young men dressed in fresh white coveralls filed into the room.  With the
exception of the soft whisper of recycled incoming air from the overhead
ventilation grills, the white tiled room was utterly quiet.

   "It was a far cry from the pandemonium in the cafeteria," Marc thought
to himself as he gazed curiously around Exam Room 4.  This wasn't his first
visit to one of the specialized suites, but still well thought out rooms
impressed him.  Marc took a moment to see who else would show up for the
unscheduled demonstration besides himself.  The twenty men had been working
rather closely with each other for several months and by now he and his
classmates were on a first name basis.  Rick was here and Tom and Ken.

   "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this
demonstration.  We'll get started in just one moment," Alex said after
everyone was assembled.  He stepped to an intercom panel and muttered an
intelligible request into the unit.

   At last, Alex cleared his throat and began.  "The reason I called you in
for this unscheduled training session is to introduce you to what many
Junior Handlers consider to be one of the more unappealing and difficult
aspects of the job." Alex paused while the four young men looked
questioningly at each other.  "How many of you gentlemen have enjoyed the
company of a young lady in her pre-teenage years?" the Senior Handler asked
the group unexpectedly.  Alex waited until the nervous murmurs died down.
Then with a reassuring smile he added, "Come now, gentlemen.  There's no
shame here.  You're among friends." Alex looked from one face to the next,
noting a few sheepish expressions.

   "Ken, how about you?  Ever have a little fling with a younger sister
when you were growing up?"

   Ken shook his head.

   "Tom?  Maybe the daughter of a friend or neighbor who had a crush on
you?"

   Again he received a negative response.  "Anyone?" Alex asked
plaintively.

   Rick took a deep breath and raised his hand.

   "Yes, Mr.  Adams.  I knew I could count on you," Alex said with a wry
smile, causing Rick to blush.  "Would you mind describing your experience
briefly for the benefit of your classmates."

   Without going into great detail, Rick took a moment to outline his
relationship with his younger sister, Vanessa, how the two of them got
together for the first time when Rick was eleven and Vanessa was ten.  He
went on to describe how as time went on, the bond between brother and
sister blossomed from innocent touching and petting into a full and
satisfying relationship which lasted for many years.

   No one noticed that during Rick's dissertation Marc Peterson became
somewhat fidgety.  It started with an oddly familiar warmth in his groin,
then the more detailed Rick's description of his association with his
younger sister became, the more excited Marc got, his secret fantasies
unexpectedly surfacing with a vengeance.

   Marc's latent desire for the company of young girls stemmed from his
childhood too, and like Rick Adams his early memories were also of his
younger sister.  Her name was Pam, but unlike Rick, Marc's youthful
experiences were of a voyeuristic nature, and embodied a very frustrating
period of his life.

   Unlike Rick Adams who by his own admission enjoyed a very gratifying
relationship with his younger sibling, Marc had been condemned only to
watch as his step-father, Ray, first seduced his nine year old sister, then
went on to develop a highly satisfactory relationship with Pam that went on
until she was fourteen.  In time Ray was also able to coax some of his
step-daughter's little friends into his bed as well.  Marc tried on more
than one occasion to approach Pam, but his step-father's hold on the little
girl was much too strong.  She would have nothing to do with him.

   Practically every night after the family retired, Marc would hear his
step-father slip stealthily down the hall to Pam's bedroom.  There was a
heating vent conveniently located in a common wall between Marc's room and
Pam's which allowed him to listen in on every gasp and squeal.  If that
wasn't hard enough for the growing boy to deal with, on those weekends when
Marc's mother traveled out of town to yet another teaching convention, Pam
would often invite one or more of her little friends over to spend the
night.  That's when things got really interesting.  On more than one
occasion his stepfather left the bedroom door cracked open a bit, and poor
Marc simply couldn't stop himself from sneaking a peek.  The sight of his
step-father's hairy legs protruding from under the squirming, giggling pile
of lithe little bodies left an impression on Marc that he would never
forget.

   As a result of these childhood experiences, even the mention of things
sexual involving under aged girls sent the adrenaline pumping through
Marc's veins.  His heart rate increased dramatically, and his mouth became
as dry as the Mojave.  He'd learned to control himself over the years, but
it was always a challenge.  Little did Marc know that all of his dreams and
fantasies were just moments from becoming reality.  He took a deep breath
and tried to concentrate on what the Senior Handler was saying to the
group.

   "Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr.  Adams.  It sounds like you had
a delightful time growing up," Alex said with a smile.

   Rick Adams smiled contentedly, feeling very much at home in his new
surroundings.

   "As difficult as this concept is to accept for many people, the practice
of forming amorous liaisons with young females is far from new.  In fact,
in many societies it's considered routine," Alex explained.  "In any case,
at TYTC we not only condone the practice, we encourage it.  Some of you may
have some difficulty at first, but don't be discouraged.  We've found that
it doesn't take long at all for a truly dedicated individual to overcome
those old moral prejudices and tear down those walls of societal
correctness.  In addition, we have an extensive support system which is at
your disposal should any of you require advice or counseling at any time,"
Alex assured the group of young men.  "Any questions or comments before we
move on?"

   No one spoke.

   "Very well then.  Let's get started, shall we." Alex said, turning to
face the young associates.  "You're all no doubt aware that we're rather
swamped with the EFIRS project." He got a few raised eyebrows from that
remark.  "And, I know you're all very busy with your current assignments,"
Alex said.  "Be that as it may, the Headmaster and I strongly believe that
as new staff members, it is imperative that you be introduced to this very
important facet of our operation early in your tenure with The Youth
Training Center," he stated in all seriousness.  "We are most fortunate in
that we have among our ranks a man who has considerable experience with
young ladies of, shall we say, a 'tender age'.  His name is Glenn Martin,
and he is eminently qualified to instruct you in some of the "special
handling" requirements needed to successfully manage prepubescent young
women.  We are also very fortunate that this morning we have admitted a
young lady by the name of Terra Anne Jennings.  Miss Jennings is eleven
years old and comes to us at the request of one of her elementary school
guidance counselors."

   Alex studied the faces of the young men in his company in Exam Room 4.
So far, not a one of them had exhibited anything other than perfect
attentiveness.  Adam North, the Headmaster of the Center, had assured his
former second in command that he had the utmost confidence in this class of
Junior Handlers, especially Rick Adams and Tom Mathews.  Alex knew very
well after having served with North for so many years that the man was
exceptionally intuitive when it came to judging a man's character.  If Adam
North was optimistic about these young men, that was good enough for Alex.

   The door to Exam Room 4 hissed, open and a tall man entered. 
"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Glenn Martin," Alex said.  Then turning
to his colleague in white, he added, "Good morning, Glenn.  Thank you for
taking the time to meet with us this morning."

   "Good morning," the tall man replied.  "Glad to be of service, Alex," he
said to the Senior Handler.

   Glenn Martin was a ruggedly handsome man with thick, curly grey hair and
dark eyes the color of a storm swept sea.  Glenn had been in the employ of
The Youth Training Center for nearly ten years, and was considered the
resident expert on pre-pubescent and early adolescent females.  It was also
common knowledge that Glenn possessed a peculiar and inexplicable magnetism
for young ladies in their early years which allowed him to gain their trust
and cooperation with remarkable ease.

   "Glenn, I want you to meet Rick, Tom, Ken, and Marc.  They are
representatives of our most recent group of graduates.  The rest,
unfortunately are tied up with other duties."

   Glenn nodded politely to the group.

   "The Headmaster assures me that these young men are the best of the
best. The right stuff, dedicated and eager to learn.  Mr.  Adams, in fact,
was fortunate enough to have participated in a relationship with his sister
when he was a young man," Alex stated for the record.

   A cool smile graced the lips of Glenn Martin as he turned to Rick and
asked, "Is that so, Mr.  Adams?"

   Rick blushed a little at being singled out of the group, but squared his
shoulders and replied, "Yes, sir."

   "Please, call me Glenn," the man said, warming a little.  "Mind if I
call you Rick?"

   "Not at all," Rick answered, feeling more comfortable around him by the
minute.

   "Very good," Glenn said.  "Tell me, Rick.  Did you have vaginal
intercourse with your sister?  What's her name, but the way?"

   The directness of his question took Rick by surprise, but being a
confident young man, he maintained his composure.  ''Vanessa," he replied
after a moment.

   "Vanessa," Glenn murmured appreciatively.  "I've always liked that name.
So, did you and Vanessa have intercourse?"

   "Y...  Yes we did, after a time," Rick replied tentatively.

   "And did you take your sister's virginity, Rick?"

   "Not exactly, but I was there at the time," Rick said more assuredly.

   "Please elaborate," Glenn requested of the young man.  "If you don't
mind."

   "No.  Not at all," Rick quickly replied.  "Vanessa had a girl friend by
the name of Miranda Carter who had an older brother," he began.

   "Miranda Carter," Glenn said, interrupting the younger man.  "That name
sounds very familiar.  Wasn't Miss Carter a Guest of ours at one time?"

   "Yes she was," Rick replied.  "As a matter of fact, Miranda was a big
help later on when it came to teaching my sister how to cooperate and
perform, but it was her brother, Randal who actually took Vanessa the first
time," the young Handler explained.  "Miranda and I were right there to
watch, though.  Actually the whole affair went very well.  Better than I
expected," Rick added in retrospect.

   "It sounds like a well conceived plan, resulting in a satisfactory
defloration," Glenn complimented the younger man.  "And how old was Vanessa
at the time?"

   "Let's see," Rick responded thoughtfully.  "Twelve, I believe."

   "In general, how do you think your sister responded to her first lover?
Did she fight him, or accept him?" Glenn queried.

   "Well, Rick replied.  "I suppose she resisted at first, but she really
didn't have a lot of choice in the matter.  She fainted, you see, then at
the exact moment she came out of her swoon, that's when Randal took her. 
We all thought it would be best that way," the young Handler explained with
a shrug.

   "A well know tactic," Glenn remarked.  "You were quite intuitive in your
younger days, Mr.  Adams," the senior man complimented Rick a second time.
"So, if I understand you correctly, Mr.  Carter used his penis to puncture
your sister's hymen.  Is that accurate?"

   Rick nodded.

   "And in your opinion, was Vanessa damaged as a result of her first
penetrative experience?  Physically, I mean?"

   "Well," Rick began thoughtfully.  "There was a little bleeding, but
nothing major, really.  She didn't really scream or cry out.  Of course,
Randal wasn't real...  you know...  'big'.  If you know what I mean."

   "I understand perfectly, Rick.  And how soon after that did you yourself
begin to have intercourse with Vanessa?"

   "A couple of days later," Rick replied.  "Vanessa went to Miranda's to
spend the weekend," he explained.  "Well, mostly she spent it with Randal,"
Rick added with a smile."

   "I see," Glenn said.  Then he asked, "And when you and your sister
finally got together, did you have any difficulties with her?"

   "How do you mean?" Rick asked.

   "I mean, did you have any trouble entering Vanessa or making love to
her, vaginally or otherwise?" Glenn clarified.

   "A little at first," Rick admitted once he understood what the Senior
Handler was after.  "I've always been pretty 'large'.  I guess." Rick
blushed.  "It took awhile for Vanessa to stretch out, but after a couple of
weeks, we had no more trouble."

   Glenn, remained silent for a moment as he studied the face of the
capable young Mr.  Adams.  The talk he'd heard was proving to be quite
accurate, and Glenn began to think that perhaps he'd found himself a worthy
apprentice.  "We'll see," he mused silently.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Adams," Glenn said after a minute.  Then turning to the
rest of the group he asked, "How many of you once believed or still believe
that having vaginal intercourse with a pre-pubescent female is difficult or
even impossible?"

   No one spoke.  Tom Mathews had been skeptical, but after hearing Rick's
story, he began to have second thoughts.  Ken was willing to keep an open
mind on the subject, and Marc, of course, had no doubts about the
possibility of having sex with a young girl, having seen his step-father
make love to his sister and to her little friends many times.

   Alex had been standing by, waiting politely for an opportunity to take
his leave from the group.  The Center was operating at close to twenty
percent over capacity, and he was an extremely busy man.  "Glenn, my
friend," he said at last.  "I must be on my way." Then addressing the four
Junior Handlers he said, "I assure you, gentlemen, that you will receive no
finer instruction anywhere on Earth on this often 'delicate' subject. 
Please give Glenn the same high degree of attention and cooperation which
you've shown me, and I'm certain that you will all come away better men for
it."

   The group nodded almost in unison.

   "Glenn, I'll stop by Admin.  on my way to the Gymnasium and let them
know you're ready to receive Miss Jennings."

   "Very well, Alex, and thanks," Glenn replied in a professional manner.

   Glenn resumed his lecture as soon as the door to Exam Room 4 closed
behind the departing Senior Handler.

   "Since for some of you this will be your first encounter with a Guest of
Miss Jennings' age, I want to brief you on what you can expect.  Unlike
older females who tend to use hostility as an initial defense mechanism
against the shock and uncertainty associated with abduction and other
non-consensual activities, young ladies in their pre-pubescent and early
adolescent years will more often resort to attempts to elicit sympathy or
pity.  Prepare yourselves, gentlemen.  Fear and often outright terror in
the beginning are par for the course, and there will undoubtedly be tears
shed," Glenn stated unequivocally.

   "Let me fill you in on our young lady's day so far.  This morning Miss
Jennings went to school as usual.  At 9:15 AM she met with her guidance
counselor.  At the conclusion of this meeting she was expected to return to
class.  However, before Miss Jennings reached her destination,
representatives from our Collection Department intervened on behalf of our
Client.  As we speak, Miss Jennings is at her Induction Interview.  As a
rule incoming Guests are forcibly disrobed at their Double I, probably for
the first time in their lives.  In dealing with a pre-teen, however, we
generally take a different tack.  Our young lady will meet with the
Headmaster as usual, and he will ask her a few questions pertaining to her
sexual experience which will no doubt make her uncomfortable.  He will also
inform her that she is going to be in our care for awhile, and that she
must learn to do as she is told," Glenn explained.

   He looked from one face to the next.  The expressions he saw there were
uniformly determined.  He continued.  "By the time Miss Jennings arrives in
our company, she will undoubtedly be very apprehensive.  As a result she
will resort to the only defense she knows.  She will prey upon our
sympathy, gentlemen, and our preconceptions about how a little girl should
be treated in polite society." Glenn studied the group carefully.  "Is
everyone with me so far?" he asked.

   Mostly he received nods all around, but there was some obvious tension
within the ranks.  This was to be expected.

   "It is vital, gentlemen, that you remain calm and professional in front
of our young Guest.  Be confident in the knowledge that Miss Jennings will
be reacting to her own belief systems and preconceptions that are the
direct result of parental and societal conditioning.  Our job, gentlemen,
is to help her to overcome her prejudices and to break through the barriers
of past conditioning.  This will take both patience and perseverance, but
rest assured that eventually our young lady will come around.  After all,
she is female, and as our TYTC Mission Statement states so clearly, '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.'," Glenn
stated reverently.

   "Consider the benefits that Miss Jennings will derive from our program,"
he added after a moment.  "We will give her the opportunity to grow and
mature with a clear idea of her true raison d'etre, free of the emotional
entanglements and inherited delusions regarding her role in the male/female
relationship which plague the majority of the female population in our
society today.  The man who can keep this precept in mind and who truly
believes in our mission statement will have no difficulty in dealing with
young ladies such as Miss Jennings, or any other female no matter what her
age or degree of maturity."

   Just then the door to Examination Room 4 whispered open, admitting two
men dressed in the clean white coveralls of a TYTC Handler.  They moved in
unison, one behind the other.  Between the two men, led by the hand, walked
Miss Terra Anne Jennings.

   One of the men helped the little girl up onto the odd looking table
which stood in the center of the room, and there she sat staring
apprehensively at the group of strangers.

   One of Terra's escorts stepped over to Glenn and conferred softly with
him for a moment.  Then he handed the senior man a metal clip board.

   "Anything else?" the escort asked Glenn respectfully.

   "Thank you, but no, Burt," Glenn replied politely.  "I've got plenty of
help, and besides, I just know that Miss Jennings is going to be a good
girl and cooperate with us." He smiled in the direction of the pretty dark
haired girl who sat with her knees pulled up beneath her chin.  She stared
back at him cooly.

   Stepping over to the table and its young occupant Glenn said, "Good
morning, Miss Jennings.  My name is Glenn." He consulted the file attached
to the clipboard he'd been given.  "Terra Anne.  Now that's a pretty name."
Glenn smiled warmly at the uncertain young girl in an effort to put her at
ease.  "It says here that your friends call you Terri," Glenn went on. 
"Mind if I call you Terri?" he asked.  Then he leaned against the table and
placed one hand onto the small of the little girl's back and the other on
her right ankle.  He waited.

   After what seemed like a very long time, the she replied, "I guess so."
She glanced down at his hand on her ankle then looked up at his face with a
questioning expression.  She seemed to be reasonably confident for a
youngster who's found herself in a situation the outcome of which was
completely uncertain.

   Glenn smiled again.  "This might be easier than I thought," he
speculated.  He squeezed her ankle affectionately.  "Do you like to make
new friends, Terri?" he asked.

   "I dunno," she answered warily.  "Who are you, and where am I?  What are
you gonna do?" she asked in a small voice.

   "These gentlemen and I are teachers, Terri," Glenn explained, gesturing
toward the four Junior Handlers.  "And all of us want to be your friend. 
Don't we, gentlemen?" he said, turning to the group.

   The four men nodded in unison.

   Looking back at the girl he asked in his most sincere tone of voice,
"Won't you let us be your friends, Terri?"

   Terra thought about what the man was asking her.  Just this year, she'd
noticed that the boys in her school were starting to treat her differently
than they had before.  They didn't tease her like they used to.  Instead,
they were nice to her and wanted to hang around with her, almost like she
had something they wanted.  There were also a couple of older men who
seemed to take more than a casual interest in her lately, and although
their attentions excited Terra and made her feel "all grown up", they made
her kinda nervous too.  Her teachers told her that there certain kinds of
men in the world who liked to hurt little girls, but so far nothing bad had
happened to her.

   Mr.  Baxter, the school guidance counselor, had recently said some
pretty weird stuff to her, and lately he was always trying to touch her it
seemed, but Terra knew how to deal with him.  She'd just laugh and call him
"silly" as she spun out of his hands.  In fact, it had almost become a game
with Terra.  Lately she'd even started teasing the shy, mousey, middle aged
man.  Terra was just beginning to recognize the "power of pretty", and all
outward indicators suggested that left to her own devices, she would become
quite adept at being female.

   Having spent literally hundreds of hours in the company of young ladies
such as Terra Jennings, Glenn was able to read her expressions and body
language like the morning newspaper.  He noticed the coy blush.  He watched
her squirm a little on the table.  He observed the beginnings of a shy
smile.  "This one's a tease," he concluded.

   Glenn's years of experience had taught him a lot.  For example, he made
a point of touching Terra at his earliest opportunity, and he would
continue keep his hands on the girl as much as possible.  He wanted her to
get used to being touched by him, and so far she'd shot him a couple of
'looks' but hadn't objected.

   Glenn rubbed Terra's lower back casually while he spoke.  "I'll tell you
why you're here, Terri?" He slid his right hand quickly up her slim leg,
stopping just below her knee.  She looked down for a second then back into
his eyes.  Her expression was one of curiosity rather than fear.  "Another
good sign," Glenn thought to himself.

   "Another friend of yours sent you to us, Terri.  He wants us to teach
you and help you to understand his feelings for you, so that the two of you
can become even better friends." Glenn paused for a moment while the little
girl deliberated over what he was telling her.  "I'm speaking, of course,
of your friend, Mr.  Baxter at school.  Did you know that Mr.  Baxter likes
you very much, Terri?" Glenn asked pointedly.  He moved his hand to the top
of her right thigh.

   Terra Jennings' facial expression clouded over almost instantly at the
mention of her guidance counselor's name.

   "What is it, Terri?  Is something troubling you, sweetheart?" Glenn
squeezed her slim thigh affectionately.

   For a long time the pretty little girl refused to answer.  Instead she
sat gazing down at her lap with a pouty expression on her face.  Glenn
moved his hand up the inside of her leg ever so slightly.  That seemed to
get her attention, and she looked up at him with a troubled expression.

   "I don't like Mr.  Baxter," she muttered softly then lowered her gaze
once again.  She moved her leg in a half hearted attempt to escape his
touch, but Glenn kept his hand in place about half way up her right inner
thigh.

   "And why not, may I ask?" Glenn inquired after a short pause.

   The four Junior Handlers standing nearby waited expectantly for the
eleven year old to answer.  Each of them watched her very closely for the
tell-tale body language that would enable them to anticipate her responses.
It was essential that they master this skill if they were to become
effective and successful in their chosen career.

   "He...he's creepy," Terra muttered under her breath.

   "I beg your pardon," Glenn pressed.  "What did you say, Terri?"

   There was a long silence before she answered.  She was obviously
uncomfortable with her thoughts.

   "Tell us why it is that you don't like Mr.  Baxter, Terri," Glenn
prompted in a more authoritative tone of voice.  The subtle "command tone"
in his voice startled the little girl momentarily and allowed Glenn the
opportunity to slip his fingertips into the right pantleg of the cute
flowered cotton shorts she wore.

   A couple of his students observed Glenn's masterful approach, noting how
he first distracted the young lady before making further advances.  The
method of distract and advance is effective with women of all ages, but in
particular with younger girls.

   The theory is that once they realize that they've been compromised, they
will feel selfconscious to a degree about protesting, and allow the
transgression to go unchallenged, thereby opening themselves up to another
advance.

   True to form, Terra glanced quickly down at Glenn's hand on her inner
thigh, then up into his eyes.  Her expression of confusion was adorable as
she tried to decide whether or not to object.  When Mr.  Baxter touched
her, it gave her the creeps, but this man was different somehow.  His touch
was soft, and although he was a total stranger, Terra got the feeling that
he wasn't going to hurt her.

   "I asked you a question, Terri," the man reminded her, interrupting her
musing.  Keeping his fingertips under the hem of her pants he moved his
hand slowly up to the top of her leg.

   "I...he," the exquisite little brunette stammered then blushed hotly.

   Glenn knew that Terra Jennings had a history with her guidance
counselor, and that references to him would most certainly trigger
conflicting emotions about their experiences together.  He slipped his hand
gently around her slim leg back to her inner thigh.  The pantleg of her
cotton shorts now covered his fingers to the second knuckle, and the tips
of Glenn's fingers were less than two inches from the juncture of her
thighs.

   "He..he.." she went on with difficulty.  She was obviously wrestling
with herself, and as a result, she completely ignored Glenn's hand on her
leg for the time being.

   "He what, Terri?" Glenn offered in a softer, more fatherly tone.

   Suddenly she looked him directly in the eye.  Glenn knew she was about
to confide in him.  It was a very important step for the little girl, and
even he was surprised at her level of self-confidence when Terra said, "He
tries to get me to do stuff."

   "What kind of stuff, Terri?" Glenn pressed.

   "You know," she said softly and squirmed on the table top.  She wouldn't
look at him.  "Naughty stuff," she muttered under her breath.

   Glenn smiled and winked at the four younger men.  "Naughty stuff,
Terri?" he prompted and started to rub her back again.  This would serve to
relax her a little and at the same time make her aware that he still had
his hands on her.  Constant contact was essential when dealing with
adolescents.  "Tell me about the naughty stuff, Terri."

   Again she looked up at him.  "You know," she said in a slightly scolding
tone.  "He shows me dirty pictures and he asks me to take my pants off for
him."

   Glenn advanced his fingers one more inch.

   "Dirty pictures?" Glenn asked.

   "Yeah, you know, pictures of kids with no clothes on," she elaborated.
The little girl was more forthcoming now.  "And they were doing stuff to
each other," she added.

   Glenn smiled warmly at the pretty eleven year old.  "I see," he said. 
Then after a short pause, he added, "Tell me, Terri, why is that naughty do
you think?" This question represented Glenn's first challenge of the girl's
belief system.

   She looked shocked as she considered his question.

   "Why is that naughty, Terri?" Glenn repeated.  He wanted her to consider
the question and not why he'd asked it.

   "Well, you know," she began.  Her expression was troubled.

   "Were the young people in those pictures happy or sad, do you think?"
Glenn asked, interrupting her.  "Did they look unhappy about taking their
clothes off with their friends, or were they smiling?"

   "I..  I," Terra stammered as she considered his question.  In her mind's
eye she saw a distinct image of four young people who were approximately
her own age, two boys and two girls.  There was no question that they were
all smiling and happy.  In fact, to the best of Terra's recollection, in
every picture that Mr.  Baxter showed her, everyone seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying themselves.  Terra shivered as the significance of that fact
challenged her preconceptions of right and wrong.  She stared down at her
lap and didn't answer.

   Glenn, of course, knew exactly which images the Center had sent to
Terra's guidance counselor.  Visual aids were often useful in preparing a
youngster for her time of change, and TYTC had a vast library of material
suitable for this purpose which they lent freely to perspective clients.

   "Why do you think that taking your clothes off for your friends is wrong
or makes you bad, Terra Anne?" Glenn asked more seriously, using her full
name.

   "Because.." she began hesitantly, feeling the eyes of the other men upon
her.  "My Mom and Dad told me that kids shouldn't do stuff like that," she
recited with conviction.

   "Tell me this, then Terra.  Do you believe everything your parents tell
you?" Glenn immediately countered.  "And do you do everything they tell you
to do?"

   The file that had been turned over to him upon Terra's arrival contained
a very complete profile of the pretty eleven year old, and Glenn's cursory
inspection of this intelligence had revealed to him that in spite of her
innocent outward appearance, Terra Anne Jennings was a bit of a rebel.  She
had quite a history at her school, in fact, with numerous, documented trips
to the Principal's Office, and it was her less than sterling deportment
that was responsible for her introduction to Mr.  Baxter.

   "Answer me, young lady," Glenn ordered when after a minute she still
hadn't responded.  He could plainly tell by the little girl's body language
that he'd touched upon a sensitive topic.  Glenn also knew from his studies
and considerable experience in the field, that rebelliousness in a young
lady usually went hand in hand with a strong desire to be recognized as an
adult.  Recalcitrant behavior is often indicative of a desire for
attention, any attention, and if nothing else is available, negative
attention will suffice.

   "Do you like it, Terra, when your parents and teachers tell you what to
do and treat you like a child, rather than the mature young lady that I see
sitting here before me?"

   Instantly the pretty eleven year old looked up at him.  "No," she
answered with confidence, shaking her head.  "They're always treating me
like a kid," she said, looking away again.  "I hate it when they treat me
like that," she muttered almost inaudibly.

   "I beg your pardon, Terri.  What did you say?" Glenn asked her right
away.

   After a brief hesitation, the little brunette looked him in the eye
again and said with a healthy dose of vehemence, "I said, I hate them when
they treat me like a child.  I'm not a kid anymore," she added, placing her
fists on her narrow hips.  "I'll be twelve years old in only three weeks."

   Glenn, as usual had handled the interview with remarkable finesse.  The
four Junior Handlers would remember this morning as being a text book
example of how to maneuver a young lady into a situation where she must
either cooperate further or lose face.  This was also a fine example of how
the inherent vanity of the female of the species, no matter her age, can be
used to compromise her integrity.

   Turning to the group, Glenn said, "You see, gentlemen.  I told you we
would be dealing with a mature young lady this morning." The four men
nodded again in unison.  Then Glenn turned his to his young charge, and
with a warm smile he said to her, "I'm very glad to know that we can treat
each other like adults Terri." He squeezed her thigh gently.  "And, since
we're all grownups here, we won't have to worry about any rules made for
children.  Isn't that right, gentlemen," Glenn went on with a glance in the
direction of the four Junior Handlers.  "How about you, Terri?" Glenn asked
the youngster.  He rubbed his big hand across her shoulders, and squeezed
the back of her neck affectionately.  He knew full well that she had no
idea what he was talking about.  "We're only going to do those things that
grownup, mature women do from now on.  Right, Terri?" he said with
confidence, then he tousled her soft hair.

   "I...I guess," the little brunette said after a brief hesitation then
gave Glenn and the group a timid smile.

   "That's just great, Terri," Glenn said, dropping his hand to the small
of her back again.  "What did I tell you, gentlemen.  Our new friend Terri
here says she's mature enough to begin our program." While he spoke, Glenn
started to tug tentatively at her shirt tail, pulling it out of her
flowered shorts on one side and in the back.  "So, I'll tell you what we're
going to do, Terri," he went on, keeping a running patter going when she
gave him a puzzled look.  "The first thing we need to do is to get you
undressed, and these four kind young men and I are here to help you with
that."

   At first the gist of what he'd said to her didn't register with the
pretty youngster, and Glenn used that brief period of confusion while she
tried to assimilate his words to pull her shirt tail out of her shorts the
rest of the way.  Using both hands, Glenn moved calmly and methodically,
acting as though nothing at all was amiss or out of the ordinary.

   "You see, Terri.  None of the grownup women here at TYTC ever wear
clothes," Glenn explained.  He watched the young girl very closely, taking
note of every nuance in her facial expression.  She was obviously confused
and even a little stunned, and again, Glenn used this to his advantage.  He
spoke in a calm, confident tone of voice as he gestured to the four Junior
Handlers, beckoning them to move closer.  "At The Youth Training Center we
have a few rules, Terri, that apply only to our young ladies." Glenn placed
his hands onto the tops of her slim thighs and gazed fixedly into her big
dark eyes.  Her expression was growing more saturnine with each passing
second.  The "grace period", as Glenn called it, was just about to end. 
"And since you will be staying with us for awhile, Terri," he went on. 
"You will be expected to follow these rules too." Glenn smiled warmly at
the pretty girl, although this time she didn't return his smile.

   The four Junior Handlers were in position.  Carefully, so as not to
alarm her prematurely, Glenn moved his hands to her hips.  She jumped when
he touched her.  He knew that he would have to move quickly now.  The tiny
amount of trust he'd nurtured was practically gone.  Her T-shirt would come
off first.  Glenn could manage that by himself, but he would probably
require assistance with her shorts and panties.  He doubted if she wore a
brassiere yet, for he saw no telltale straps.

   "Don't worry, Terri," Glenn said leaning closer still and taking hold of
the tails of her Tshirt on either side of her slim waist.  "No one is going
to hurt you.  We're all your friends, Terri, sweetheart."

   The term of endearment he used worked as expected, causing her to relax
a little.  When Glenn observed her narrow shoulders slump ever so slightly,
indicating to him that Terra's arms would also be relaxed at that instant,
he made his move.  In one swift motion that comes only after years of
practice and experience, Glenn drew her sleeveless cotton T-shirt up, over
her head and off before she could even think to resist.

   Shocked and afraid, Terra Jennings stared at Glenn with the unmistakable
expression of betrayal on her face.  During this short period of time, the
others hovered close by, awaiting Glenn's instructions.  The Senior Handler
returned the little girl's gaze with a confident smile, then he dropped his
eyes to her naked chest.  Feeling his eyes upon her, she immediately
covered herself, but not before Glenn took note of her tiny budding
breasts.

   In order to avoid needless confrontation at this stage in her training,
Glenn elected to allow the transgression of covering to go uncorrected.  He
could tell just by her body language that her apprehensions were on the
rise, and he didn't want to cause her to panic.  "Now just take it easy,
Terri," he said softly.  "Like I told you earlier, no one is going to hurt
you."

   Her expression, however, plainly said, "I don't trust you." And when
Glenn reached for her, she shrank away from him.  "Don't touch me!" she
warned angrily.

   "Good," Glenn thought to himself.  "Animosity is easier to control than
fear." Putting on his best hurtful look, he said to his young charge, "Now
don't be mean, Terri.  I'm your friend.  We're all your friends, and all we
want to do is to get to know you better, Terri."

   She didn't respond, but instead sat huddled with her knees up to her
bare chest, eyeing him warily.

   "OK," Glenn said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.  "We don't
have to be friends right now.  Maybe that'll come later.  But at least,
Terri, I hope that we can be adults about all of this.  After all, you're
the one who insisted that you be treated like a grownup.  What happened to
that mature young woman I thought I knew?" he asked surreptitiously.

   Her expression changed abruptly to one of indignation.  "But..." she
began, momentarily forgetting her situation, but Glenn cut her off.

   "Be still, now, Terra Anne," he said, using an attenuated command tone
for the first time.  She needed to begin to learn her place in the grand
scheme of things.  Terra stared at him, a bit surprised.  "OK, we need to
get you out of those shorts and panties, Terri," Glenn said in a
businesslike tone of voice.  When she opened her mouth to protest, again,
Glenn interrupted her.  "Are you going to remove your pants for me, Terri,
or would you prefer that one of us helps you?" he asked in all seriousness,
nodding toward the others.

   Terra looked to her left, then to her right and discovered that she was
closely surrounded by men dressed all in white.  Meanwhile Glenn gave the
young Handler named Rick Adams a surreptitious glance which spoke volumes.

   "Here sweetheart," the Junior Handler responded as he stepped directly
behind the youngster seated on the examination table.  "Let me help you,"
he offered warmly.  Then taking the pretty little girl by her narrow
shoulders, he slowly leaned her back against his chest.  At the same time,
Glenn reached out and with a fluid motion that could only be described as
purely graceful, he stripped Terra's flowered cotton shorts and her little
panties as well over her slim hips, and down to ankles.

   At first the pretty youngster simply stared at Glenn in shock.  Then a
look of shear horror burst onto her face as she looked down at her feet and
realized that a stranger had just pulled her pants down.  She looked back
up at Glenn, her pretty face contorted with a mixture of fear and stunned
disbelief.  "Noooooooooo.....  stoppppppp!" she wailed when at last she
found her voice.  "Quit it!  Stopppppppp ittttttttt!" She cried looking
wildly around her.  Then she started to struggle.

   Rick showed his inherent talent by quickly wrapping his big arms around
Terra.  He hugged her tightly against his body, pinioning her arms with
his. Meanwhile he whispered to the frightened pre-teen. 
"Shhh...shhh...shhh," Terri.  "Just relax, sweetheart.  It's OK, Terri." He
nuzzled his nose into her fragrant hair and kissed her neck affectionately.

   But for the time being, the little brunette would have none of it.  "Let
me goooooo..." she cried out.

   Everyone immediately saw the wisdom in leaving her shorts and panties in
place around her ankles, because no sooner than the little girl realized
that she couldn't move her arms, she attempted to lash out with her feet.
Glenn quickly put an end to that action plan, however, by slapping his palm
down between her ankles, trapping her cotton shorts between his hand and
the table's surface and effectively hobbling his young subject.  He
listened approvingly for a second to young Adams' cooing to the girl. 
Whether Adams realized it or not, his words were having an effect, if not
to calm, then to distract.  "The man had promise," Glenn quietly noted. 
"Now, back to business," he told himself.

   Turning to one of the other Junior Handlers, Glenn said in a composed
voice just loud enough to be heard over the young girl's continued
protests, "Tom is it?  Yes, Tom," he said when the young man looked up
attentively.  "If you would be so kind as to hold Miss Jennings' right
leg." Then to Ken he said, "And Mr.  Douglas, if you would handle her
left." Ken Douglas moved forward a bit shyly.  "That's it, gentlemen.  One
hand under her knee and the other on her shin.  Perfect, Mr.  Mathews," he
complimented Tom.  "Now once I remove her shorts and underwear, you can
slide your hands down to her ankles for a better grip.  You ready?" he
asked, looking from one young man to the other.

   "Ready," Tom Mathews responded curtly.  Ken Douglas nodded somewhat
nervously.  The young girl had started to cry now, and her weeping was
getting to him a little.

   Glenn took all of this in with a single glance.  He remembered his first
experience with a young lady of Miss Jennings' tender age, and recalled how
uneasy he'd been.  The crying and the fear had been positively unnerving at
first, but the senior man in charge of his first encounter had coached him
through it.  Assuring him that although terror was a natural initial
reaction to the unknown, it would pass as soon as other natural reactions
even more powerful than fear began to influence his young subject.  That
very same wisdom, Glenn now shared with the four young Handlers present in
Examination Room 4.

   After slipping Terra's flowered shorts and white cotton panties over her
small feet, Glenn glanced up at Rick Adams standing at the head of the
table.  "Lean her back now, Mr.  Adams, if you would, please," Glenn
instructed the junior man.

   The little brunette shrieked and started to struggle furiously as the
big man behind her lay her back.  Then with his hands on her bare
shoulders, he held her down almost effortlessly.  Her dark eyes were wild
with fright as she stared up at him, and her breathing came in sobbing
gasps.  "Hush now, baby," Rick murmured to her.  Then he looked up when
Glenn began to speak again.

   "It's gratifying to see how well you four gentlemen are conducting
yourselves thus far," he complimented the new recruits.  "This aspect of
our training program can be difficult, I know, but bear with me, and I
think you'll all be pleasantly surprised at how quickly our little lady
comes around." All eyes shifted to the naked eleven year old girl who
struggled ineffectually on the table before them.

   "At the moment, Miss Jennings is terrified, because we have removed her
clothing." Glenn placed one hand on the little girl's right inner thigh
just above her knee.  His finger tips softly caressed her smooth skin as he
continued.  "The underlying reason she is frightened is because she
believes that we have broken a sacred trust held between adults and girls
her age." He smiled warmly at the little girl when she momentarily
suspended her struggles and looked up at him pensively.  He squeezed her
thigh affectionately.  "Now she faces the unknown," Glenn went on.  "You
see Terra Anne has been taught by her parents and her teachers that older
men are bad and bent on hurting little girls, if given the chance.  We, of
course, know that simply isn't true," Glenn went on as he slowly slid his
hand up her thigh.

   "Nooo, donnnnnnn't" the little brunette wailed as the stranger's fingers
moved within inches of her "private place".  She started thrashing wildly,
trying to free her legs, but the two men who stood impassively to either
side of the exam table easily restrained her.  Not only was Terra fearful
about what was going to happen to her, she was beginning to become
frustrated and angry because of her helplessness and inability to defend
herself.  She felt like a child in the hands of these strange men in white.
Terra Anne hated feeling like a child.

   "What we must do is to provide our little lady with something more
meaningful for her to concentrate on; a new experience or sensation, if you
will, to occupy her thoughts and capture her attention."

   Glenn glanced from one attentive young face to the next.  "These were
dedicated young men," he thought proudly to himself.

   "Open her, please," the Senior Handler said succinctly, nodding first to
Tom and then to Ken.  "Just spread her open for me.  That's it.  Keep her
legs elevated, if you would," Glenn instructed as he moved to the end of
the exam table.  Stepping on a pedal which protruded from the base of the
table, he caused the two leg wings to separate so that he could stand
between them.

   "Mr.  Peterson," Glenn said, smiling at Marc.  "I don't want you to feel
left out.  If you would be so kind as to move around behind me and stand
by, I'll be requiring your services in a moment."

   Marc could barely contain his excitement as he moved to the foot of the
table, and all the while his eyes remained riveted to its lovely young
occupant.  In his mind's eye he recalled the thrilling sight of his sweet
young sister, Pam in her natural state, but what he saw before him on the
grey leather covered exam table was even more enthralling.  The Jennings
girl was spread open like a ripe fruit.  Her darker pink inner petals were
clearly visible and appeared to glisten with moisture between her heavy
labia majora.  Marc thought he saw her tiny vaginal portal wink at him from
between her inner gates as he took up a position just behind and to his
instructor's left.

   "Were I to touch, Miss Jennings at this time," Glenn began as he placed
his hands, one each onto Terra's inner thighs about eight inches from their
juncture.  "She would probably panic, or at the very least, react badly,
for there is a chance, however slim, that someone might possibly have
touched her before; a brother, a friend, a parent or teacher, perhaps.  She
is eleven years old, after all, and there would be ample opportunity."
Glenn looked at his class of Junior Handlers.  All were attentive to his
words.  "Also young girls will talk about such things amongst themselves.
They are quite curious at this age.  They will also have been taught by now
that boys and in particular, older men aren't supposed to touch little
girls in certain places." The four young men nodded their understanding. 
"There is one technique, on the other hand, that is rarely experienced or
even discussed among young ladies in their pre-teenage years, and that,
gentlemen is, of course, cunnilingus." Faces brightened and eyes narrowed
as the four young men stared at the naked eleven year old.  "Were I to
describe cunnilingus to Terra, she would probably respond with disgust,
because of the foreign nature of the act." After a slight pause, Glenn went
on with his explanation.  "It is, in fact, the very extrinsic qualities of
the experience that will serve to first stun the subject, and then later to
hold her attention as she tries to unravel the mysterious new sensations
assaulting her consciousness.  These new sensations will also serve to
distract her, redirecting her focus away from her perceived peril.  Then
given a little time, and the right technique, our young lady will begin to
listen and respond to her "inner female".  After that, she will be on her
way toward a new life and a new happiness."

   Glenn knelt down on one knee.  During his previous dissertation, Terra
had calmed down a bit, partly from growing fatigue.  But when she guessed
that something else was about to happen to her, she renewed her struggles
and cried out, "Nooooo...  donnnnn't!  Stoppppppp!  No donn...!"

   Then, abruptly her cry was cut off.  Ken looked up to see if someone had
clapped a hand over the youngster's mouth, but to his surprise, no one had.
Her lips were slightly parted, revealing even white teeth.  It was her eyes
that told the tale.  Ken had noticed earlier what lovely dark eyes the
young girl had.  Dark pools they were, both large and expressive.  Now they
were the size of dinner plates , and although she seemed to return his
gaze, Ken could see that the youngster was looking right through him.  In
addition, her struggling had all but ceased, but he could feel the muscles
in the slim leg he held in his hand flex beneath his grip.

   For the longest time, Ken remained entranced by the medley of
expressions that played across the young girl's face.  Then she made a kind
of groaning whimper that Ken had never heard before from older females.  It
was so innocent, yet so laden with pent up passion.  Terra rolled her head
to one side and he felt her small body stiffen in his hands.  To tell the
truth, Ken had been hesitant to look, but at last he allowed his eyes to
travel downward over the naked little body before him, and this time it was
Ken's eyes that grew wide.

   Glenn started at Terra's anus.  Stiffening his tongue, he pressed its
tip against her until he felt her anal sphincter begin to dilate.  Then he
moved on.  The little girl's reaction was anticipated and immediate. 
Instantly her struggles ceased, and she fell silent.  Once he had Terra's
undivided attention, Glenn slid both of his hands beneath her small
buttocks, raised her to his mouth and then licked slowly upward over supple
folds of previously untouched flesh, sweet as flower petals.  Glenn felt a
powerful tremor pass through the little girl's body in response to his oral
attentions, when his probing tongue at last reached the top of her carnal
cleft, but he didn't linger there.  Moving back downward, he nibbled at the
sweet pre-teen with pursed lips interspersed with tender jabs of his
tongue.

   Rick, without having to be told knew that Terra should be looking at her
lover during this special moment, so as soon as he was certain that she was
thoroughly engrossed in the goings on between her thighs, he relaxed his
hold on her shoulders.  Then placing one hand behind her neck, the Junior
Handler raised her head a bit so she could watch.

   Terra quickly became one very confused little girl as unfamiliar and
exquisite new sensations and urges surged through her, both titillating her
and frightening her a little.  The sight of the strange man's face between
her legs appalled her, yet at the same time the feeling of his mouth upon
her and what he was doing to her with his tongue and lips caused feelings
to awaken within Terra that she hadn't known existed.

   The four other men looked on, each one dealing with the emotions within
themselves that the spectacle produced.  Rick Adams considered the senior
man's technique and paid close attention to the way Glenn pursed his lips
and delivered rapid kisses to the little girl's vaginal opening.  Ken found
it difficult to watch at first, his old prejudices rearing their ugly heads
and causing his conscience to nag at him.  Tom tended to key upon the
little girl's reactions to her lover's attentions.  He watched the
expressions of apprehension on her face turn to those of astonishment and
wonder.  He saw the soft flesh of her tummy flex hard from time to time,
and he noticed a flush of color begin to show in her neck and shoulders. 
He also listened carefully to her sharp gasps and soft whimpers.

   Upon hearing these same sounds, Marc was transported back to the days
when he sat at the heating vent, listening to similar sounds coming from
his younger sister, Pam, as she and his step-father engaged in love making
in the adjacent bedroom.

   Raising his mouth from Terra momentarily, Glenn looked up at Marc.  "I
could use a hand in here, Mr.  Peterson," he said and saw the younger man
virtually light up with excitement.  "I'd like for you to provide Miss
Jennings with her initial anal presence.  Use a little lube from your kit
and let me know when you're ready.  I'll make room for you," he instructed.

   Terra moaned a half-hearted protest when Glenn returned to his oral
attentions, and had no idea that she was about to truly begin her journey
as a Guests of The Youth Training Center.

   Continuous Anal Presence, or CAP for short, is one of the fundamental
concepts upon which the complex TYTC program of conditioning and training
is built.  It is widely believed that by providing a young lady with a
focal point upon which she can center herself, she will enjoy greater
stability and be more able to concentrate on her program of realignment.

   [Author's Note:] A great deal of information and history is written
about the CAP Program and the CAP Device in previous chapters of The Youth
Training Center saga.

   Marc reached into his belt kit which all Handlers carry and produced a
large tube of K-Y Jelly.  He squeezed a small dollop onto his middle finger
then returned the lubricant to his kit.  "I'm ready, sir," he said rather
formally as he spread the K-Y Jelly down the length of his finger.

   Before responding to Marc, Glenn gazed over Terra's tummy at her face as
he started to slowly swirl his tongue over the firm flesh of her prominent
pubic arch and resilient labia majora, avoiding her more intimate flesh for
the moment.  "Go ahead," he said without pausing.

   Marc was left up to his own devices to gain access to the young girl
without interrupting his mentor's efforts, and he decided to move to the
side of the exam table where he paused briefly before carrying out his
assignment.  Before him lay the lovely Terra Anne Jennings, and a more
enchanting sight he'd never before had the pleasure to witness.  Marc chose
to stand for a short time observing the youngster in the hands of her
attendants.  Rick Adams cradled her head, and from time to time he spoke
softly to her, reminding the young girl to keep her eyes on her Handler,
Glenn, as prescribed in the Non-Negotiable Standards of the institution. 
Ken and Tom no longer found it necessary to actually restrain the girl and
were simply cradling Terra's calves and encouraging her to keep her legs
apart, while the Senior Handler went about licking and nibbling and kissing
the little girl in places she had never before dreamed of.

   Out of the corner of his eye, Glenn watched Marc lean forward and reach
up under Terra's left thigh, and in an effort to facilitate his young
assistant, Glenn raised the little girl's rear end up off the surface of
the exam table.  Teamwork was the key.

   Terra gave a squeak when she felt yet another hand begin to caress her
little bottom.

   As Marc gently walked his fingertips across her soft skin toward his
target, Glenn raised his lips off of Terra and spoke softly to Rick Adams.
"Perhaps a little kiss is in order," he suggested.

   Rick Adams intuitively picked up on what the senior man wished, and
laying her head back onto the padded surface, he moved around the end of
the exam table.  "You're a very pretty young lady, Terri," he whispered as
he leaned slowly down to her.  Rick hadn't had the pleasure of kissing a
girl Terra's age since his days in the company of his sister, Vanessa, and
later with her best friend, Miranda, and he'd forgotten what a thrill it
was as he watched the young girl's eyes grow wide with expectation just
before he pressed his lips to hers.  She fought him a little at first, but
Rick maintained control over her with his hand on the back of her neck.

   "Mohhh," Terra moaned as he covered her small mouth with his own.  Rick
then moved his tongue quickly back and forth across her lips, seeking to
gain access to the interior of her mouth.  He was about to resort to
pinching her nose to make her open up for him, when suddenly Terra squealed
into his open mouth with such force that it nearly popped Rick's ears. 
Quickly he snaked his tongue into her mouth while he had the opportunity.

   At the other end of the table, Marc Peterson pushed past the youngster's
first anal sphincter, inserting his finger to the first knuckle.  To his
surprise and delight, Marc quickly discovered that the young girl had
remarkable muscular prowess and was able to resist further penetration for
several seconds.  With everything that was going on, however, Terra was
unable to concentrate enough to effectively stave off Marc's intrusion for
very long.  After all, she was only eleven, and was presently juggling the
attentions of five adult male companions who insisted upon treating Terra
to experiences she'd never even heard of before today.

   While Glenn darted his tongue in and out between her swollen labia, with
a twist of his wrist, Marc Peterson slowly pushed inside until the palm of
his big hand rested flat against Terra's fanny.  Her initial cries of
protest were effectively attenuated by Rick who covered her small mouth
completely with his own while Marc completed his task, then he raised up
and smiled down at the little girl.  "Are you OK, Terri?" he asked softly.

   "Nn..no," she replied breathlessly.  "He...he's got his finger in my...
in my...  in my.." She couldn't complete the sentence.

   Meanwhile, Glenn temporarily suspended the oral part of his
demonstration and regained his feet.  Taking a towel from a dispenser
conveniently located in the base of the examination table, Glenn wiped his
lips, nose and chin as he stepped to the side of the table and gazed down
at their newest Guest.

   "Stoppp it!" she whined pitifully as she squirmed in the hands of the
men white.

   "Be still, Terra," Glenn said in an emotionless voice.

   "But he...  but he...  he has his finger in my..  my.  Ohh...  Oww!" she
cried.

   "Yes, Terri, I know.  Mr.  Peterson has his finger in your anal
passage," Glenn explained calmly to the distressed pre-teen.  "If you'll
relax and don't try to fight him, you'll get used to it.  Your body will
adjust in time.

   "But it hurrrttss..." she whined emphatically.

   "Be silent, Terra Anne," Glenn ordered, using the command tone. 
Instantly the little girl became still.  Ken Douglas shook his head,
marveling at the control the senior man had over the youngster.  "I want
you to pay attention now while these other nice young men get to know you a
little better," Glenn said evenly.

   Terra groaned softly when the one man moved his finger, but otherwise
she lay starting up at Glenn in a state of confusion.

   "Mr.  Douglas," Glenn said to the junior man, but he kept his eyes fixed
upon the young girl on the table.  "Why don't you take a moment to show
Terri here, what a nice young man you are, and how much you like her."

   For a time the room was silent with the exception of a soft gasp from
Terra.  Rick had taken it upon himself to begin stroking her right cheek
ever so gently.  It was a purely intuitive move, and Glenn didn't miss it
for a second.  "The man's a natural," he noted to himself.

   At last, Ken Douglas spoke up nervously.  "What should I do?" he asked.

   Glenn turned to the anxious young Handler and with a smile he said,
"Relax, Mr.  Douglas.  Remember, the reason you're here.  Today it is our
job to teach Terra Anne about how we make new friends here at TYTC.  Don't
worry about anything else.  The rest of her training program will take care
of itself.  All you need concern yourself with is what is expected of you
and Terri right here, right now.  Do you understand?"

   Ken hesitated, then nodded a little more confidently.

   "Excellent.  Keep our mission statement in mind, and remember your
training, Mr.  Douglas," Glenn said in a affable tone of voice.  "I suggest
you begin with the Standard Greeting.  I'm sure Miss Jennings will
appreciate an introduction to this procedure.  After all, it will soon
become an integral part of her day to day life with us," Glenn commented.

   "Yes, sir," Ken answered stiffly.

   "Mr.  Douglas, please," Glenn responded with a little chuckle.  "We're
all friends here, right.  Please, call me Glenn or Mr.  Martin.  Here," he
said.  "Let me hold Terri's leg for you," Glenn offered.  "Now show us all
how it's done, and if you would, I think it might be nice if you were to
explain to Terra Anne exactly what it is you are doing and what is expected
of her in return.  After all, this will be her first experience with this
procedure, and no doubt she will have questions."

   Ken handed off the little girl's leg to the senior man and looked down
at the pretty eleven year old.  He was still quite anxious about what he
was about to do, but Glenn's patience and guidance had gone a long way
toward putting him more at ease with his nagging conscience.  Glancing down
between the girl's legs, he noted that Marc Peterson was still maintaining
presence.  It was time for him to take the lead in the procedure.  Taking a
deep breath, Ken tried to remember everything he'd been taught over the
last few months.  "Maintain eye contact, express confidence," he thought to
himself.  Then he took the plunge.

   "Thank you for maintaining presence, Mr.  Peterson," Ken said
succinctly. He would do this by the books.  Reaching down with his left
hand, Ken touched the soft twin rolls that were Terra's labia majora. 
Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he watched her expression quickly change
first to one of disbelieving concern, and then to alarm.  "Good morning,
Miss Jennings," Ken stated as he slid his fingers farther down and cupped
her resilient flesh with a firm hand.

   Terra's eyes flew open wide and staring as again that morning yet
another strange man touched her in a totally inappropriate manner.

   Ken noted that even though the pretty eleven year old's legs were held
apart by two of his colleagues, the two heavy folds of her labia majora
were so full and meaty that they remained pressed tightly together. 
Recalling his schooling, Ken stiffened his middle finger and sawed it
slowly up and down a few times until it slipped easily between her thick
folds, quickly gaining him access to some very private areas of her
reproductive anatomy.

   "Donnnnnn't!" Terra cried quite adamantly.  She stared wildly at the
strange men around her, all of them dressed in white and all of them
staring back at her rather studiously.

   "Silence, Miss Jennings," Ken said, modulating his voice perfectly and
earning him an approving nod from his instructor.

   Terra immediately responded to the command tone in Ken's voice and fell
silent, but began to struggle weakly.

   "Look at me, Miss Jennings!" Ken ordered.  "Guests shall maintain direct
eye contact with their partner or partners while being attended to," he
quoted one the TYTC Nonnegotiable Standards.

   Rick Adams nodded silently to the distressed little brunette when she
looked up at him as he stood over her.  Glenn noticed that Terra had
intuitively turned to Rick during a time of turmoil, and he made yet
another mental note that Mr.  Adams seemed to exhibit a rare magnetism over
younger girls.  The same sort of unexplainable attraction that he himself
held for them.  It was a gift.

   "Do you understand me, Miss Jennings?" Ken continued as he deftly moved
his finger tip of over her tiny inner lips until he arrived at their
juncture.

   Terra gazed into the stranger's dark eyes, but her attention was
directed more at what he was doing to her.  She'd actually begun to
acclimate to the finger in her rear end, provided that man held it very
still, but Ken's touch was much harder for her to ignore.

   Ken watched her closely as he swirled his finger tip, skillfully pushing
aside the tiny hood which covered her developing clitoris.  He could see
the beginnings of an inward stare, and from that he gauged his progress. 
"This is how you will be introduced to new friends, Terri," Ken explained
in a softer tone.  "And whenever you make a new friend or if you are with
an old friend, you must remember to look at them.  That way we know if you
are paying attention," he said.  All the while he maintained a slow
swirling motion with his middle finger.

   Ken was so wrapped up in performing to the strict standards expected of
him as a TYTC Handler, that he actually forgot his former inhibitions
regarding the age of his subject.  Just a few short months ago, Ken would
never have dreamed of touching an eleven year old girl this way.  Well...
he might have dreamed of it, but his inbred social inhibitions would never
have allowed him to actually do it, and not for the last time, Ken Douglas
found himself in awe of the wondrous program which he was proud to be a
part of.

   Ken most definitely had Terra's attention.  For the most part she did as
she was told and maintained eye contact with him while he went about
exploring her, only occasionally looking away at one of the other men who
surrounded her.  She remained more or less silent through the period as
well, once or twice uttering only a soft gasp or groan.

   Ken was considering his options when Glenn interjected, "Well done, Mr.
Douglas.  I am pleased to see that you are able to overcome your prior...
ah, shall we say, 'misconceptions'," Glenn said with an approving smile. 
"You see, gentlemen, it's not as difficult as it seemed once you recognize
Terri as a female rather than a child.  Besides," Glenn murmured
affectionately as he gazed down at the flustered little brunette.  "Terri
doesn't want to be treated like a child, do you sweetheart?" Glenn slid his
hand down her soft inner thigh.  Ken moved his hand away, making room for
his instructor to express his affection for the girl.

   "Stoppp!  Mm...mmm," Terra moaned when the man began to saw a finger up
and down over her intimate petals.  He touched her differently than the
last man.  He pushed harder, and he moved faster, kind of.  In addition
Terra was beginning to receive some rather disconcerting signals in her
mind, signals which seemed to emanate from deep down in her tummy
somewhere. Her face felt hot, and her hips kept jerking unexpectedly and
all by themselves from time to time.  Terra Anne Jennings was rapidly
becoming one very confused eleven year old.

   "Be still, Terri," Glenn said sternly, then he looked in Marc's
direction.  "Why don't you go ahead and kiss Terri, Mr.  Peterson.  I think
she might enjoy that right about now," he said nodding down at his hand
between her thighs.

   All eyes dropped to watch Glenn spread the little girl's plump outer
lips between two fingers, exposing small, darker pink labia minora,
glistening with moisture.  Then after a couple of seconds, he slowly drew
his hand up and over her tummy, allowing her to close again.  "Please
proceed, Mr.  Peterson," he said.

   Marc thought he'd died and gone to heaven as when he bent over the sweet
child he received the first whiff of Terra's enchanting bouquet.  So many
times he'd sat on the floor beside that old ventilation grill, listening
while his sister and step-father made love.  Pam's coos and giggles were
forever burned in his memory as were the images he conjured up in his mind
of exactly what they were doing together.  Once Marc had peeked around the
corner of his step-father's open bedroom door and seen him kissing one of
Pam's young girlfriends right between her legs.  He would always recall the
site of the little girls feet dangling over his shoulders and how they
would kick from time to time when she gasped or cried out softly.

   For years Marc Peterson wondered how a young girl would taste, and how
the smoothness of her flesh would feel beneath his lips.  And now, as he
pressed his mouth over Terra Jennings, and cautiously extended his tongue,
all of his questions were answered, and his secret dreams at long last
became a reality.  She was nothing short of magnificent.  His tongue danced
over soft folds and delved into tasty creases where with all probability
only one other had ever explored.  As if from a great distance, he heard
Terra gasp and moan.  And suddenly she started to squirm, moving herself
against his mouth.  Marc then began to kiss her again and again just over
her tiny vaginal entrance the way he'd watched Glenn do it.  Louder gasps
and the occasional squeal escaped the youngster as Marc followed her pelvic
gyrations with his lips.  Time stood still for Marc as he closed his eyes
and feasted on the sweet eleven year old.  Then he felt a hand on his
shoulder.

   "Why don't you come up for air, Mr.  Peterson," Glenn chuckled.  "Terri
has a couple of other new friends to meet, after all."

   Glancing up sheepishly from between the sweet girl's splayed thighs,
Marc saw the faces of his colleagues.  To a one, they were grinning
broadly. As he stood, he took a towel and wiped away her silky nectar from
his mouth and nose.  Then Marc looked down at his work.  Terra stared back
at him with an endearing, kind of blank expression on her face.  Her fair
skin was flushed and glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration.  Her plump
labia were slightly parted, revealing dark red inner petals.  There was
little doubt the girl was aroused.

   Immediately Glenn moved his hand between Terra's legs and started to saw
his finger up and down again and again.  As he did, Terra's soft gasps were
interspersed with small sticky sounds that came from between her thighs,
where Glenn's hand moved faster and faster.  Terra closed her dark eyes and
rolled her head to one side, prompting Glenn to correct her.

   "Open your eyes, Terri and look at me," he instructed her.  "You like
what I'm doing with my finger, don't you Terri?" Glenn murmured to the
bewildered little brunette.

   Slowly Terra opened her dark eyes and gazed up at the man who spoke to
her so gently.  Those unfamiliar feelings in her tummy were getting much
stronger now and making it difficult for her to think clearly.  Terri
tingled all over from her head to her toes, but mostly right where his
finger was.

   "Don't you Terri?" she heard him speak as in a dream.

   "H...huh?" she gasped.

   "What do you gentlemen think?" Glenn said addressing the group.  "Don't
you think Terri likes being touched?"

   Four heads nodded, and as the senior man's hand moved faster, the wet,
sticky sounds coming from Terra Anne became more frequent and more
pronounced.

   "I think she does too," Glenn commented as he looked back at the girl.
"Look at me, Terri," he coached.  "Show your new friends what a big girl
you are, Terra Anne."

   Then glancing up at the four Junior Handlers, Glenn said something that
would change Terra's life in a most memorable way, and while he spoke his
hand never once ceased its rapid motion.  He began to alternate moving his
finger up and down and then quickly from side to side between Terra's
swollen labia.  Glenn doubted if she heard much that he said, but it wasn't
really intended for her anyway.

   "Many of our Guests are left intact at the request of our clients,
however, we find that when it comes to preparing young ladies of Terra's
age, it is generally preferable for the relationship with their future
companions that we perform her defloration," Glenn explained in a
businesslike tone.  "This way, if any unforseen problems do arise, any
negative perceptions or remembrances will be left here with us and not
transferred to the client."

   His hand slowed as Glenn slid his middle finger evenly back and forth
between Terra's heavy labia majora.  Her inner lips were now quite moist,
and every now and again while he spoke, Glenn paused and pressed the tip of
his finger against her vaginal portal.  She was typically small like most
young ladies are at that age, and Glenn's occasional pressure caused her to
wince slightly.

   "In fact, Terri's friend, Mr.  Baxter, asked that we do just that on his
behalf." Glenn smiled at the of expressions of surprise that he noted on
the faces of two of his students.  "I know," he said sympathetically. 
"Some of you are no doubt concerned about injury, but actually there is
very little pain involved, physical or otherwise." His hand moved slowly
and purposefully between the girl's legs as Glenn continued with his
lecture.  His voice was so smooth and well controlled that gradually
everyone present became quite relaxed, including his subject.  As a result,
when made his move, it came as a complete surprise to all concerned.

   "For young ladies in their pre-teenage years and some in their early
teenage years, the defloration process is performed manually," Glenn
explained in an even tone of voice.  "Much like this."

   The next thing that was heard in Exam Room 4 was the sound of Terra
taking a deep, gasping breath.  Then following a slight amount of expected
resistance, Glenn Martin's long middle finger pushed through her tender
membrane, and the last vestige of Terra Anne Jennings' childhood was swept
away to the sweet sound of her wail of womanhood.

   Glenn paused at the second knuckle, feeling her interior muscles grip
his finger as they tested the size of the first foreign object to enter
there.  He heard Rick Adams begin to comfort the girl, and when he felt her
vaginal muscles relax momentarily, he hooked his finger and pulled it
quickly upward in the direction of her pubic bone, effectively tearing away
any remnants of her maidenhead.

   Marc Peterson had the best view of the momentous occasion, and he also
felt the girl clamp down when the senior man entered her, since a female's
anal muscles tend to act in sympathetic harmony with her vaginal muscles
until she is trained otherwise.  It was an impressive site to witness their
two hands between Terra's trembling thighs, and both of her abdominal
entrances filled at such a tender age.  In hindsight, Marc would recall
that there was a surprisingly small amount of bleeding, and other than a
couple of cries and the few tears that followed, Terra's transition into
womanhood was relatively benign.

   "You see," Glenn said casually.  "That wasn't so difficult." Turning to
Marc he asked, "Did you feel her bear down, Mr.  Peterson?"

   Marc nodded enthusiastically.

   "She has remarkably strong muscles for a girl of her age.  Don't you
think?"

   "Indeed she does," Marc replied.

   "She'll be a little sore for a day or two, but with some coaching and a
regular routine of Kegel exercise, I believe Terri here will become quite
the capable lover." Then after a moment, Glenn commented, "There she goes
again.  That's it, Terri.  Squeeze my finger, sweetheart.  You're a very
good girl," he complimented the whimpering eleven year old.

   "Well, Gentlemen, I believe that concludes this morning's
demonstration," Glenn said as he removed his hand from between the young
girl's legs.  "Again, I appreciate your taking time away from your
otherwise busy schedules to be here." Glenn wiped his hands on an offered
towel.  "I realize that this session might have been disturbing for some,
but I hope that in any case it was informative and that it has helped you
all at least consider the benefits of a training program begun at an early
age."

   The four Junior Handlers all thanked the senior man for a good
presentation, and before leaving Glenn turned to Rick Adams and said, "Mr.
Adams, I would like for you to take Miss Jennings under your care and
advisement."

   Rick was very proud but kept a cool and professional air about himself.
"I be honored to, sir," he replied.

   "Unless I am sadly mistaken, I believe that young Miss Jennings has
developed the beginnings of what appears to a semblance of trust for you,
and I think you two will do well together."

   With that, Glenn turned and headed for the door.  "Carry on, Gentlemen,"
he said just before the door hissed closed behind him.
   To be continued...  SM