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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 3 - by - The StoryMaster

   Gery's heart refused to quiet down.  No matter how many deep breaths she
took or how often she told herself to relax, the pretty teenager was simply
too excited and anxious to even think about sleeping.  Everything was in
readiness.  She'd packed a light pack which had once been her book bag, and
two days ago she'd stashed it in the big boxwood at the end of the walkway
leading down to back lawn.

   "It has to be tonight," Gery told herself.  "I just can't take this
anymore!" A tear appeared at the corner of her right eye then trickled down
her cheek.  Gery nuzzled her face into her pillow to wipe it away.

   It had been nearly a year since she'd last seen her friends and family,
and during that time she'd lived as a prisoner, the sexual plaything of a
man three times her age.  But every waking moment of every day since Gery'd
been released from that "reprehensible institution", she'd been planning
her escape.  Twice before she'd tried, and twice she'd failed.  Both times
had been very close calls, and fortunately her attempts had remained
undiscovered, or she would have been punished severely.  As if her day to
day existence wasn't punishment enough.

   If the truth be known, the entire time she'd been in the hands of the
demented men and women of that despicable den of horrors known as The Youth
Training Center, she'd contemplated escape.  Although all manner of
unspeakable acts had been performed upon her person on a daily basis, Gery
never gave in.  Oh, she acted as though she was cooperating.  She even
pretended to like some of the things they did, For all intents and
purposes, Gery was a broken young woman, and in a surprisingly short period
of time.  Even the loathsome monster to whom she'd been assigned, and who
had personally supervised the numerous rapes and other atrocities she'd
been forced to endure during her nearly two month internment at the Center,
had been shocked at how quickly Gery adopted an attitude of submission.

   "The sleazy bastard had practically broken his arm patting himself on
the back," Gery recalled with disgust.  "He'd been that proud of himself.
Never once had he shown the slightest bit of sympathy or compassion for her
or any of the other miserable creatures they referred to as their "Guests".
None of them did.  None of those demons in white had exhibited even the
tiniest spark of humanity in any of their dealings with her," Gery
reflected.

   In any case, her deception had evidently been adequate to dupe all of
them, for just forty-five days after her initial abduction, Gery was
released into the custody of her "Life Companion".  She remembered talking
to one young girl who told her she'd been enslaved at the training center
for nearly a year.  Gery recalled thinking she'd rather die than endure the
depraved existence of a TYTC Guest for that long.  Thankfully, she'd
beguiled and bluffed her way out before more drastic measures became
necessary.

   Living with Victor, her "Life Companion" as he was referred to by the
TYTC monsters, was like a walk in the park by comparison.  Sure, she had to
"put out" for him and occasionally for one of his sick friends, but there
was no more public bathing or "Group Corrective Action Opportunities",
which were nothing more than gang rapes.  Compared to life at The Youth
Training Center, living with Victor was at least tolerable, and unlike the
Center where escape proved to be utterly out of the question, Gery was
certain that no matter how closely she was monitored, an opportunity to
make a break would present itself sooner or later.

   "It has to be tonight," Gery whispered to herself, confirming her
commitment to escape.  For that night was one of the rare occasions where
Gery found herself sleeping alone.  Victor was passed out drunk in the
living room.  Even through the closed door of her small bedroom, Gery could
hear the obese man snoring loudly.  It was extremely difficult for her to
be patient, for she wanted to be free of this heinous existence more than
anything on Earth.  Time seemed to grind to a halt.  It was thirty-two
minutes ago that the party broke up, and the three other men stumbled out
to their cars and drove away.

   Gery had given herself a hasty sponge bath and brushed her teeth in an
effort to at least partially restore her dignity, but she didn't want to
risk a bath.  It would have made too much noise and taken too long.  As a
result, fluids continued to weep from both of her abdominal openings.  Gery
indeed had a belly full.  Victor had insisted upon sharing her with his
friends, and naturally they'd enthusiastically accepted his kind offer. 
Gery burped softly and immediately tasted semen.  "Forty-nine minutes," she
whispered.

   Gery made it out of the back door without mishap.  There had been one
close call, when a floor board in the hallway just outside the livingroom
had creaked loudly.  She'd cursed her own stupidity.  After all, for weeks
she'd gone to great lengths to memorize every loose board and every squeaky
step in the old house in preparation for her next escape attempt. 
Thankfully the sound hadn't aroused her sleeping Companion.

   It was October and the night air was cool.  Gery felt unbelievably
exhilarated as she stepped off the back porch and stole silently down the
walkway.  After retrieving her pack, she picked her way across the broad
lawn, heading she hoped in the direction of the large stand of trees that
bordered Victor's property.  It was a moonless night and the air was as
still as death.  Gery could hear her heart pounding in her ears as the tops
of the trees loomed into view against the starry backdrop of the sky.  Gery
stopped just short of the woods and gazed up at the constellation of Orion.
"I'm free," she breathed.

   "Can you turn the heat up a little?" The music playing on the car stereo
was uncomfortably loud, and Gery practically had to shout at the shadowy
figure in the front seat of the darkened automobile to make herself heard.
"Don't you think it's cold?" she asked the man seated next to her.  When he
didn't answer, Gery turned and gazed out of the window at the fluffy white
clouds fleeting past the wing tip.  The world was still and peaceful.

   "Wing tip?  Clouds?  Something isn't right," a voice deep in her
subconscious mind shouted, but Gery didn't want to listen.  She was so
relaxed and warm, floating in the greyness.  "How could anything be wrong?"
her muzzy mind inquired dreamily.  "After all, she was free, and she was
going home."

   "Wake up dear," her mother called to her.  She was home at last.  "Wake
up child," her mother said more insistently.

   "Noooo, Mom," Gery moaned.  She was so very sleepy.  "I don't wanna get
up yet," she sighed, but the surrounding greyness was getting brighter.

   "Wake up sleepy head," her Mom's voice cooed, and then something really
weird happened.  The pitch of her mother's voice suddenly became deeper,
and she called Gery by her last name.

   "Wake up, Miss Logan," her mother's more masculine voice repeated.

   "Nnnnoo!  Mm..mmmm," Gery groaned, but she could no longer deny that
something was terribly wrong.  "Was someone...  someone touching her?"

   Gery's eyes snapped open, and above her a face loomed slowly into focus.


   "Good morning, Miss Logan," the man who leaned over her said pleasantly.
Only then did Gery realize that it was he who had his hand between her
legs.

   "Good morning, Miss Logan," he said again and smiled.  "Good of you to
join us," he commented casually.

   Gery stared up at him uncomprehending at first from the table upon which
she lay.  Then slowly she began to recognize her surroundings and that she
appeared to be undressed.  Gery's big brown eyes grew suddenly wider when
the man cupped her firmly, then wider still, and a startled whimper escaped
her lips when he entered her vaginally with his long middle finger.

   "Silence, Miss Logan," the man said.  "Guests shall remain silent while
being attended to," he quoted the seventh TYTC Non-negotiable standard.  He
pushed his finger into Gery until the backs of his knuckles pressed firmly
against her outer labia.  Then he began to palpate her vaginal walls,
probing as deeply as he could comfortably reach in all directions.

   Gery was for the moment in shock and failed to notice when a second man
entered the room.  Then he too was leaning over her.

   "Ah, Miss Logan," the man in white said.  "So good to see you again."
Then turning to his colleague he asked casually, "How is she?"

   "Slightly moist," the man replied, moving his finger in and out slowly
while he spoke.  "But she's definitely out of shape.  Here, see for
yourself," he offered in a conversational tone of voice.

   With a subtle fluidity of motion, one man's finger was replaced by the
finger of the other while Gery lay staring in horror up at the familiar
face.

   "I see what you mean," Andrew, Gery's one time Principal Handler, said
as he too began to explore her most private bodily spaces.  "We haven't
been doing our exercises, have we, Miss Logan?" he murmured.  Then glancing
up at his colleague in white, Andrew said, "Let's get her started on
Thelazine, Phil."

   Gery's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out, as she stared up
at the man she'd so despised, the man she'd thought for certain she'd never
see again.  But she was too stunned to resist or put up any sort of fight.

   "Squeeze my finger, please, Miss Logan," Andrew ordered succinctly.

   Gery couldn't believe this was all happening.  It had to be some kind of
bad dream.  There had to be some kind of mistake.  She turned away in
silence.  When she did, Gery felt the man's finger move upward inside of
her, almost as though he was trying to touch her clitoris from the inside.
Then the pain struck like someone driving an ice pick into her belly
button.

   Andrew, like every Handler in the employ of The Youth Training Center
understood the female anatomy intimately, inside and out.  He knew every
point that would bring pleasure, as well as the exact location of those
places, which when touched just so, could instantly get a girl's attention.

   "Look at me, Miss Logan and be silent!" he ordered in response to the
rather visceral grunt which escaped Gery's lips.  "Now squeeze my finger,
please.  You used to be such a cooperative young lady," Andrew commented
affectionately as he gazed down at the stunned teenager.

   Gery had forgotten the kind of control that these men possessed.  During
her last period in residence Gery had experienced sensations she would not
have thought possible at the hands of these men.  At first, in order to
preserve her sanity or at least her dignity, she'd tried to deny the fact
that they were able to excite her.  "They're raping you!  How can you enjoy
being raped!" she admonished herself.  She felt weak and out of control. 
Eventually Gery realized that these men knew exactly what they were doing.
To them, the systematic manipulation of the female reproductive anatomy was
a true science.  They could make her feel and do anything they wished, and
there was very little she could do to stop them.  It was utterly
humiliating, not to mention infuriating.

   Discovering that she was incapable of resisting their attentions she
tried to disguise her ardor in an effort to at least deny the white clad
monsters the satisfaction of seeing her become aroused, but that didn't
work well either.  What Gery failed to realize was that she was fighting a
losing battle from the very beginning.

   A well known precept at TYTC, one which just so happens to be the
fundamental cornerstone of the Institution's doctrine and the foundation of
all of its conditioning programs states that, "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."

   And now she was back in their hands.  More accurately, their hands, or
rather their fingers, were back in Gery.  Gery squeezed with her vaginal
muscles.

   "Again, please," Andrew said flatly and pushed his finger into Gery
deeper still, noting the flexing of her stomach muscles in response to his
intrusion.  "Better," he commented when he felt her bear down.  "Again,
please, Miss Logan and let's get in step," Andrew instructed as he slowly
withdrew his finger.

   Gery hadn't forgotten what she'd been taught.  As the man's finger
withdrew, she clamped down on it as tightly as she could.  Then when she
felt him begin to push back into her, she relaxed her muscles to allow him
unhindered access.

   "Very good, Miss Logan," Andrew commented as he continued to thrust his
finger into her slowly and evenly again and again.  It wasn't until Gery
heard the first sticky, snapping sounds coming from between her legs that
she realized that once again, she'd allowed herself to fall under their
spell, and almost at once those old familiar bitter feelings of
self-loathing and disgust reared their ugly heads.

   For several minutes Andrew continued to administer to Gery with his
middle finger.  As he did, he closely monitored her face and eyes, for his
training allowed him to read her expressions and body language much like an
owner's manual.  He plainly observed her dismay, and humiliation,
conversely he also noted the color begin to rise in her neck and shoulders.
Andrew removed his finger from the teenager's vagina but continued to rub
her externally, squeezing her resilient flesh and allowing her luxuriant
pubic curls to slide between his fingers.

   "Look at me, Miss Logan," Andrew coached whenever she closed her eyes,
or when he felt that her attention was wavering.  The Handler knew she
lacked a focal point, but that would soon be remedied.  Just then Phil
returned carrying a small, glass and plastic cylinder.  Without slowing his
manual attentions, Andrew placed his free hand under Gery's left thigh and
rolled her onto her right side.  Phil pressed the tip of the autoinjector
against the firm flesh of the girl's left buttock and depressed the release
button.

   "Snick," came the soft report, and a measured amount of the wonder drug,
Thelazine was injected into the fatty tissues of Gery's rather handsome
derriere.  The drug would begin to take effect in about fifteen minutes,
and after that Miss Gery Logan would find it much easier to accept her
surroundings as well as the attentions of the dedicated staff of The Youth
Training Center.

   [Author's Note:] For more on the drug, Thelazine and its effectiveness
with regards to its use in the sexual conditioning of the human female,
please refer to Volumes II, III.2, IV of the TYTC Series.

   "Thank you, Phil," Andrew said as he rolled Gery back into the supine
position on the exam table.  Keeping one hand between her thighs, the
Handler began to fondle the teenager's firm breasts with the other.

   Gery's breasts weren't too large, but they were nicely shaped.  They
were well rounded with reasonably puffy areolae and nipples approximately
the size of pencil erasers.  As Andrew handled their supple mass, he
commented casually, "I do believe we've gotten a little bigger, Miss
Logan." He winked at the distraught girl.  Then to Phil he said, "Make a
note in her chart that we'll need to monitor breast FRS during intercourse.
Our little lady's growing up." Then looking down at Gery, Andrew asked,
"How old are you now, my dear?" He pinched her right nipple playfully.

   "F..fifteen," she answered with a little wince.

   "Fifteen," Andrew echoed.  "Now that is indeed a magical age for a girl.
I think you're going to get a lot more out of our program this time around,
Gery," he said with a warm smile.  "I wish I could say that I'll be taking
a leadership roll in your daily instruction, but unfortunately, someone
else will be working with you this time, my dear," Andrew added with a
noticeable hint of disappointment in his voice.

   Gery stared up at him, trying hard to conceal her satisfaction in the
knowledge that she would not have to submit to the horrible Andrew again.
She'd had quite enough of him during her last stay with TYTC, for he'd
insisted upon taking her at least twice every day, and often three or four
times.  Gery remembered that he hadn't been particularly brutal or rough.
It was his attitude of superiority and the patronizing way he talked to her
when they were together that she hated above all else.

   The girl was quite obviously relieved by his disclosure, but being the
professional that he was, Andrew didn't take it personally.  To the
contrary, he viewed Gery's attempt to conceal her distaste for him as an
opportunity to confuse and confound in an ongoing effort to erode her
self-confidence.

   Continuing in a conversational tone of voice, Andrew said, "Let's get
you up, my dear.  You have an appointment with the Headmaster in about
thirty minutes." Placing a hand under her shoulders, Andrew helped Gery to
sit up.

   She was still pretty dizzy from the collection tranquillizer, but that
would soon wear off.  Meanwhile, Andrew assisted her as she swung her long
legs over the edge of the table.  "Slowly now, my dear," he said, wrapping
an arm around her slim waist to help steady her as she slid off the edge of
the table and onto her own two feet.

   "She's still an attractive young lady," Andrew noted as he looked her up
and down, and recalled with fondness the times they'd spent together a year
ago.  Miss Logan had quickly developed into a surprisingly accommodating
lover, and ironically it was the very swiftness with which she accepted her
conditioning that set off the alarm bells and resulted in her being
recalled.

   Gery Logan was indeed a pretty youngster.  At fifteen and a half years
of age, she stood about five feet, five inches tall and weighed one hundred
and two pounds, making her figure slim and athletic.  As mentioned earlier,
her breasts were a bit on the small side for a fifteen year old, but they
were well shaped and, of course, supple and firm.  She had a marvelously
flat tummy and a slender waist.  Her backside was nicely plump, and
functionally it provided ample padding for satisfactory rear entry
intercourse.

   Gery had always been proud of her pert little derriere, but obviously
for other reasons.  Prior to her joining the TYTC Family a year ago she
used to think of it as her "boy magnet", because of the number of stares
she received whenever she passed by a group of eligible young men, and some
not so young.

   "I see that you're not wearing your CAP device, Miss Logan.  May I ask
why?" Andrew said as he took Gery by the shoulders and stared at her
sternly.  With his eyes he made an unspoken request of his colleague, Phil.


   Gery glanced up somewhat sheepishly at the man she so despised, but
found it difficult to look him directly in the eye.  "I..  I.." she
stammered.

   Meanwhile behind her and just out of her field of vision, Phil quietly
removed a tube of KY Jelly from his special standard issue belt pack and
proceeded to lubricate his middle finger.

   "Look at me, Miss Logan and answer the question please," Andrew
insisted.

   Gery jumped slightly when Phil placed a hand onto her hip from behind.
She glanced quickly over her shoulder in his direction, but the
professional man returned her gaze impassively, giving her no indication of
what he was about to do.

   "Look at me, please, Miss Logan," Andrew ordered with more authority. 
He took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed,
not too hard, but enough to get Gery's attention.

   "Oww!" she whined, looking back in Andrew's direction.

   "Answer my question, please, Miss Logan.  Why are you not wearing a CAP
Device?"

   One of the things Gery hated the most about Andrew and the rest of the
TYTC demons was their incessant politeness.  No matter what atrocity they
chose to commit, they went about it with an infuriating aplomb.  During
their gang rapes, for example, which they chose to refer to as "Group
Corrective Action Opportunities", they spoke to her as though she were
attending a Sunday brunch.

   "V..  Victor, my..  my..  Companion," Gery began.  She hated to have to
refer to her captor and tormentor as "Companion".  Like everything else, it
gave her imprisonment legitimacy.

   "Yes, Miss Logan," Andrew prompted.  From behind the girl, Phil nodded.
Andrew didn't acknowledge him, but after giving Gery's nipple a playful
little squeeze, he moved his hand to her face.  She shied away at first,
then without a word, Andrew placed three fingers beneath her chin and
raised her face up to his.  "Please go on, Miss Logan," he said.  "Tell us
about your Companion." Andrew peered deep into her eyes at the very moment
that his colleague pushed his lubricated middle finger into her rectum.

   "Mmmuugghh," Gery grunted, and her brown eyes grew round with surprise.

   "Silence, Miss Logan!" Andrew snapped.  "I can see that it's been
entirely too long since you last contemplated your physical center.  I
guess we're going to have to put in for some remedial training for you."

   "But," Gery started to argue, then she groaned miserably when Phil
forced his finger farther up into her anal passage.

   "Be still, now, Miss Logan, and let's try to concentrate shall we,"
Andrew said in a casual tone of voice, but one that brooked no nonsense. 
"Look at me, please, and I want you to visualize Phil's finger.  Picture it
sheathed within the confines of your rectal tissues."

   Gery did as she was told, for she had little choice.  After all, she
stood naked, sandwiched between two grown men, one of whom had his finger
inserted deeply into her posterior.

   "Nnn..mmuuggh," Gery groaned as Phil delved deeper still.

   Andrew chose not to reprimand the girl this time, for in her expression
he saw the unmistakable look of remorse for having broken silence again. 
Instead he coached her.  "Visualize Phil's presence, Miss Logan.  Feel him
deep inside of you, deep in the very center of your femininity."

   Gery was utterly mortified as she stood between the two wicked men, but
try as she might, she could not ignore the one man's finger.  Like all of
the TYTC monsters, Phil also seemed to know exactly where to find the most
sensitive places in an already extremely sensitive area of her anatomy.

   After years of research, it was determined that the female of our
species will respond much more readily to suggestion if her mind isn't
cluttered with a lot of inconsequential thoughts.  Early test studies
performed upon numerous subjects revealed that if a young lady is provided
with physical stimulus upon which she can center herself, her learning
potential will be greatly enhanced, by allowing her to focus her thoughts.

   Random vaginal stimulation was the primary technique employed in the
early days of the Center, but it was quickly discovered that a more
sustained approach proved to be far more effective than a program of
intermittent exercises.  Thus was born the early program of Sustained
Vaginal Presence.  Unfortunately there were obvious drawbacks to this
approach in that the vaginal passage was rendered unavailable for other
purposes.  Something else had to be devised.

   The very first attempt at anal presence was so wildly successful that it
surpassed all expectations of the TYTC Research and Development Team,
representing a breakthrough in instruction methodology that was nothing
short of profound in scope.  Not only did the anal passage prove to be a
far more dynamic environment for providing a physical centering presence,
but the additional sense of humiliation that rectal invasion ingrained in
the Guests was immensely valuable in the process of eroding self-esteem. 
At TYTC the old saying goes, that "The way to a girl's heart and soul is
through her rectum." Today the program of Continuous Anal Presence or CAP,
is the cornerstone of every young lady's daily life at the Center,
constantly reminding her of her raison d'etre.

   "Look at me, and bear down on Phil's finger, Miss Logan," Andrew
coached, lifting her chin and forcing her to gaze into his eyes.  The
Handler smiled condescendingly as he watched Gery search his face with her
eyes, seeking sympathy perhaps?  Andrew noted those poignant reflections of
discomfort on her face as his colleague violated her, and Phil nodded as
confirmation when he felt the youngster squeeze his impaling digit.  A
powerful shudder passed through her body, and Gery abruptly averted her
gaze.

   "Look at me, Miss Logan," Andrew quickly reminded her.  He suspected
that the Thelazine was beginning to take effect, gently helping the girl to
"listen" more closely when her body "spoke" to her.  "That's good," he
complimented her when she again raised her eyes to his.  "I am sure that
your Companion treated you fairly, Miss Logan, but there are certain rules
and codes of conduct, if you will, which we at TYTC believe are
indispensable if a young lady is to make a satisfactory adjustment to life
outside of the protective environment provided by the Center.  And the
foundation upon which all of these precepts rests is the CAP principal."
Andrew took a moment to gaze reflectively into Gery's troubled eyes.  "Why
just look at yourself, Miss Logan.  Already I can see a marked improvement
in your level of concentration and attentiveness," he said in his usual
patronizing manner.  Then to make matters worse, he reached down casually
and placed his hand on her again.

   "Nnnn..." Gery moaned audibly before she could catch herself, and even
tried to take a step back as she recoiled instinctively from the man's
assault upon her dignity.  Phil anticipated her reaction, and as Gery moved
her left foot back, he jabbed his finger into her with renewed authority,
effectively thwarting her attempted retreat and eliciting a soft grunt out
of the unhappy girl.

   "Silence, Miss Logan," Andrew snapped.  Then using a command tone he
said, "Spread your legs, Miss Logan."

   Gery never ceased to be amazed at the level of control these wicked men
seemed to have over women.  Before she even knew she was doing it, Gery
moved her feet apart, providing Andrew with the access he demanded.

   "That's my girl," Andrew said, shifting to his patronizing tone of voice
once again.  "It appears that you have picked up some bad habits, my dear,"
he droned on and began to rub her as he spoke.  "We're very pleased that
your Companion elected to return you to us when he did."

   "What?" Gery silently screamed.  "Return me?  What the hell?" Gery's
mind was in utter turmoil as the full meaning of what she'd heard the
Handler say hit her like a bus.  What it meant, of course, was that her
entire attempted escape had been a setup.  Victor had known all along.  As
Gery's spirits began to plummet she'd all but forgotten about the man's
hand between her legs which attested to the effectiveness of the TYTC
Program and of its staff.  It was at that very moment that the full gravity
of her situation fell upon Gery.  She'd been "in house" for more than six
hours, but only now was she really coming to grips with the fact that she
was back, and in the hands of the horrible men in white once again.  And as
always, they wasted no time in casting their spells over her, using her own
body and mind against her to force her to conform to their evil purpose.

   "Well now," Andrew began, jolting Gery back to reality.  She'd been so
wrapped up in despair that she'd barely noticed that the entire time his
hand had been quite busy between her legs.  "I think Miss Logan is
beginning to come around, Phil." Andrew gave his colleague a wink. 
"Remember how easy it was to tell with Miss Logan when she was with us
before?"

   Suddenly Gery felt sick.  "Oh no!" she moaned softly, hoping that no one
heard.  Another thing that she'd failed to notice while lost in dark
thoughts was that her face and neck were beginning to feel flushed and hot.
And as Gery felt Andrew's fingers move to the area at the top of her pubic
cleft, those old familiar feelings of helplessness and selfloathing began
to resurface.  For Gery knew exactly what the man was referring to when he
talked about the ease with which one could tell if she was becoming
aroused. Gery Logan, you see was one of those young ladies who is endowed
with quite a sizeable clitoris.  In fact, at full erection the highly
sensitive bundle of nerve endings could grow as large as the tip of an
average man's little finger, and protrude conspicuously from between her
labia.  In fact, Andrew was in the process of coaxing her "little man", as
Gery called it, "out of his house" at that very moment, and was being met
with success.

   "Nnnnn," Gery groaned in protest, once again forgetting both her manners
and her training.  Additionally, she pinched her legs together and tried to
turn away from Andrew's touch, violating a couple of more TYTC Standards in
the process.  She knew that she would be corrected, but she simply couldn't
help herself.

   There was nothing so diabolical, in Gery's opinion, as the way that
these despicable men could cause a girl's own body to betray her.  No
rational person would believe that a woman could actually be made to derive
excitement or worse, pleasure from a nonconsensual sexual encounter.  In
polite society that offensive concept was thought to be nothing more than a
sick legal tactic used by unscrupulous attorneys in the defense of rapists
and other sexual predators.  Not so at The Youth Training Center, for their
program of systematic indoctrination and conditioning, somehow achieved on
a daily basis that which any self-respecting woman hated to even think
about.

   "Be still, Miss Logan!" Andrew scolded as he deftly followed Gery when
she tried to turn away from him.  The hard nub of the teenager's
substantial clitoris had already begun to protrude from between her outer
lips.  In addition, thanks to the Thelazine, she was selflubricating quite
nicely, and Andrew was able to use Gery's own fluids to aid him in
stimulating her, as he skillfully flicked the tip of his slippery digit
rapidly back and forth between her labia majora.

   "Spread those legs now, Miss Logan," Andrew said calmly.  Then as added
encouragement he took her swollen clitoris between his thumb and index
finger and started squeezing rhythmically, producing a distinctly
unpleasant sensation in Gery's belly.  It didn't hurt exactly.  In fact in
a way it almost felt good, but the emotional impact of being handled in
such a manner, was utterly dehumanizing.  In spite of her discomfort, Gery
did as she was told.  She'd learned that much anyway during her last period
in residence.  The TYTC Handlers were not men to be toyed with.  "Look up
at me," Andrew instructed when he caught her glancing downward.  Dropping
his hand from between her Gery's legs, the Handler kept his eyes locked on
her hers, noting a distinct change of expression when she heard the
telltale "zip" of his special coveralls.

   Gery wasn't unaccustomed to being taken against her will.  In fact she
hadn't engaged in a consensual sexual relationship in a very long time, but
to be back at that most hated institution and in the hands of the very men
who had seen fit to forever alter her life, was nothing short of
spiritually crushing for Gery.  She wanted nothing more than to lash out at
the horrible man who stood almost nose to nose with her.  Then stepping
closer still until he was standing literally nose to nose with her, he
began to hunt between her legs with the head of his penis, seeking to enter
her.  She parted her lips slightly revealing sparkling white teeth as she
felt the heat of him press against her intimate flesh.  As Gery obediently
maintained eye contact, Andrew smiled.  He knew exactly what she was
thinking.  All TYTC Handlers spend many hours studying the psychology of
nonconsensual sex and breeding as in applies to the human female, both
theoretical and practical.  In addition Andrew had personally spent a
considerable amount of time in the company of a tremendous number of young
Guests over the nearly six years of his employ at the Center, and was
rarely surprised by anything a young lady said or did while in his care. 
Because of this same training Phil also read Gery's body language and
pushed his finger farther up into her rear end, reinforcing her position of
subjugation.

   Andrew made a mental note to mention in the girl's file the loathing he
saw in her expression.  For one who was supposed to have completed her
training months ago, this young lady was surprisingly willful.  There was
little doubt therefore, that Miss Gery Logan suffered from the EFIRS
condition, and that remedial treatment was indeed called for.  He watched
her dark eyes narrow with hatred and revulsion as he located her vaginal
opening.  Then placing his hands onto her shapely hips, Andrew held her
steady while with one fluid motion, he thrust into Gery with the just the
right amount of authority necessary for an effective initial penetration.
As he made his way up into her, the girl's eyes grew wide and staring, and
he watched as her nostrils flare.  Then again forgetting her training, she
glanced downward briefly as his pubic hair mingled with hers.

   "Look at me, Miss Logan," Andrew ordered as he pushed upward with his
powerful thighs, raising the young girl up onto the balls of her feet. 
"Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners
while being attended to," he quoted the sixth TYTC Non-Negotiable Standard,
as the head of his considerable manhood pressed firmly against Gery's
cervix.  A shudder passed through her slender frame as Phil began to move
his finger slowly in and out of her while Andrew held fast for the moment.

   As Gery looked the Handler in the eye, she tried to concentrate, knowing
that a systematic assault upon her emotional and physical persona was about
to commence.  If only she could maintain some semblance of composure,
perhaps she could thwart their efforts to enslave her.  She'd done it
before, after all.  She'd fooled them all, and maybe...just maybe...  Gery
tried desperately to redirect her thoughts to anything other than that
which was actually taking place.  She glanced over her attacker's shoulder
and up at the clock on the far wall.  "How long have I been here?" Gery
wondered in an effort to distract herself.  "Ohhhhh..." she moaned softly
as Andrew's sizeable penis consumed every available cubic centimeter of her
vagina, and again she felt herself propelled up onto the balls of her feet,
lifted upon the head of his engine as it thrust upward against her cervix.

   "Silence, Miss Logan," the Handler reprimanded.  "And kindly pay
attention." Then to his colleague he commented dryly, "How quickly they
forget."

   "I know," Phil agreed.  "And it seems such a shame too.  All that work
and training gone to waste," the man remarked casually as he continued to
delve upward into Gery's nether passage with his finger.  He winked at his
partner when he felt another shudder pass through the young girl.

   Ever so gradually the dose of Thelazine that Gery had received about
thirty minutes ago was beginning to get her attention.  Whereas a few
minutes earlier, Gery might have been successful through shear force of
will in blocking out the sensations produced by the man's finger in her
rear end, for example.  Thanks to Thelazine she was provided with a much
more captivating series of nerve impulses which assaulted her mind and
slowly crowded out rational thought.

   Thelazine is not an aphrodisiac in the true sense.  It has no narcotic
side effects, nor does it dull the senses.  Actually, in layman's terms,
the drug provides a clear conduit, if you will, through which the natural
physiological signals of stimulation and arousal can pass unhindered on
their way to the brain from the various erogenous zones and reproductive
centers of the female anatomy.  Thelazine helps a young lady to "listen"
more attentively to what her own body is trying to tell her by enhancing
her natural female messaging system, and by comparison, attenuating
distracting thought patterns such as inhibition and parental and social
conditioning.  The only actual physical effect the drug provides is to
boost the production of vaginal mucous by the Bartholin's and hymen glands,
thereby making a young lady more physically accommodating.

   As a side note, it was soon discovered by the Handlers of the first
recipients of the marvelous drug, that unknowingly the Guests mistook this
increased production of vaginal lubrication as a sign of unintentional
arousal on their part which of course went a long way toward helping to
erode self-image and willfulness.  Both of which could be major stumbling
blocks along the road to a satisfactory adjustment to the TYTC Program.

   In any case, to Gery, Phil's finger felt like it extended all the way up
her spine to the nape of her neck.  And as he probed about inside of her
Gery imagined a plumber's snake writhing in her bowel.  The only thing that
demanded her immediate attention more than Phil's finger was the seemingly
all encompassing preponderance driving at the very core of her womanhood
each time Andrew moved up into her.  More and more often Gery had to be
reminded to pay attention or to maintain eye contact or to remain silent as
her thoughts gradually turned inward.  She was becoming what is known in
the TYTC circles as Womb Centered.  Because Andrew's legs were so much
longer than Gery's, she was practically lifted off her feet with each
measured stroke, such that for brief periods of time she was actually
suspended from her lover's manhood.  In addition to the sensation of
supreme fullness which Gery experienced with each of his slow, steady
forays into her interior, Andrew held her tightly by her hips effectively
pulling her against himself and pressing her prominent pubic arch against
his belly.  And this of course caused Gery's distended clitoris to be
crushed each time against the root of Andrew's penis where it rasped
against his thick mat of pubic hair, sending sizzling sparks of raw carnal
energy to every corner of Gery's being.

   Andrew watched her closely.  Although he continued to remind the girl to
look at him during their coupling, he could plainly see that her dark eyes
stared blindly ahead.  Her shoulders and neck were flushed, and the nipple
and small areola at the tip of each breast were drawn and erect.  Another
tremor passed through the girl, and Andrew paused momentarily when he felt
a series of vaginal fibrillations flutter up and down the length of his
impaling manhood.  Miss Logan was very close to climaxing.

   Gery eventually gave up all hope of ignoring or denying the attentions
of the two professional men.  Her heart rate was elevated and her breaths
came in shallow gasps.  She could feel the flush of heat in her face and
neck, and with each thrust of her lover's massive engine, Gery moved closer
to the precipice.  Then as that telltale warmth, like wet nuclear fission,
began to spread across the top of her pelvis and down the insides of her
thighs, Gery remembered thinking as she gazed into the abyss, "They've done
it again.  These wicked, perverted men have forced me somehow to give in to
their loathsome touch." The last emotion Gery would feel, however, as she
teetered on the brink of orgasm was shame.  "I guess I'm just weak," she
scolded herself.  Then her thoughts turned inward as she felt herself
lifted off her feet once again, impaled on Andrew's penis, frail and
helpless.  It occurred to her that lately she'd spent a lot of time impaled
upon one penis or another.  "Perhaps that was to be her fate," Gery sighed
subconsciously as she embraced the presence of her lover in her belly.  "So
full...so complete," her muzzy thoughts drifted on a wet satin sea.

   Then suddenly, without warning he was gone, leaving Gery with a
frightening sense of emptiness and abandonment.  The shock of it was so
great, in fact that had the two men not had their hands on her still, she
probably would have fallen for her knees were rubbery and weak from being
so very close to orgasm.  Gery experienced a mild sense of panic and
disorientation when everything that she'd been focusing on for what seemed
like hours was abruptly taken away.

   Andrew had timed his exit perfectly as usual, just as she was about to
climax.  He'd even pushed the envelop a bit by waiting until he felt the
telltale vaginal contractions begin, before abruptly extracting himself
from the girl with a wet, suctioning sound.  Having spent hours upon hours
studying management of female arousal and climax, Andrew knew precisely
what the young Guest was thinking and feeling at that very moment.  She
felt abandoned and alone, not to mention unfulfilled.  Gery was at that
moment very vulnerable.

   Coitus Interruptus is a useful tool when timed properly, but in the
treatment of EFIRS, or Emotional Free Radical Stimulation, it is absolutely
paramount.  Over the next few months, Miss Gery Logan would accommodate
many lovers, some mechanical, but most human.  Unlike her previous period
in residence, however, the young lady would very rarely be allowed to
achieve orgasm, and then only as a reward for a significant accomplishment.
Here day to day encounters would be consistently unrewarding.

   [Author's Note:] For more on EFIRS and FRS (Free Radical Stimulation),
its affects and its treatment, kindly refer to Volume I of the TYTC
"Recall" Series.

   Gery had been so dialed in to Andrew's presence in both her body and her
psyche, that while he was there, she'd scarcely noticed Phil's
contributions.  Such was the beauty of continuous presence.  In a
surprisingly short period of time, most young women will accept it as a
part of themselves.  Remarkably then as Gery struggled to recover her
equilibrium after Andrew's abandonment, she suddenly became aware of Phil's
finger, and although the thought of what the man was doing to her was
abhorrent to Gery, the feeling of his being there represented an anchor
point for her.

   "I can see why your Life Companion values your company, Miss Logan,"
Andrew said in a clinical manner.  "You are a talented young woman.  You
have reasonably good vaginal control for a girl your age, but you lack
strength in that area.  I dare say that a week or two with the Coach will
get you back into shape, and I'm sure he'll enjoy working with you again."

   Gery was shocked at first, and her incredulity was plain to see in her
expression, for it had been awhile since someone had talked to her that
way, referring to her body and its intimate areas as though she were a
commodity.  Also his references to the beast known simply as the Coach made
Gery's blood run cold.  How well she remembered that perverted old troll
and his chamber of horrors.  Those had not been easy times for Gery.  At
least with the men in white, she thought she had a chance to maybe prey
upon their sympathies, or if all else failed, she could pretend to
cooperate until they were satisfied with her performance.  But strapped
helplessly to one of the Coach's diabolical machines, she could do nothing
more than try to endure.  Gery shivered at the memory.

   Andrew glanced up at the clock on the wall, and noted the time.  Then
turning back to face the young girl, the Handler said, "Your appointment
with the Headmaster is in one hour, Miss Logan, so rather than waste your
time and mine, I propose we get a few chores out of the way." Andrew smiled
at her expression of suspicion.  After making another of his practiced eye
contacts with Phil, Andrew said in a conversational tone of voice, "Let's
have a look at those breasts of yours, my dear." Then as casually as though
he were shaking hands with someone, Andrew reached out and took Gery's
right breast by the nipple.  He felt the girl instinctively start to pull
away from him, so he held on tightly to the sensitive nubbin of flesh. 
"Look at me, Miss Logan," he said curtly.  "And stand still please."

   "You disgusting pervert!" Gery hissed under her breath.  She just
couldn't help herself.  The way the man smiled at her so smugly as he went
about hefting first one breast and then the other like she was a cow or
something.  Gery expected some sort of reprisal for her wanton
transgression, but she hardly expected what happened next.

   It began when Phil unexpectedly removed his finger from her back side
where it had been for the past hour or so.  After glancing back at Phil
momentarily, Gery looked up at the loathsome Andrew with a questioning
expression on her pretty face.  It felt kinda funny to be suddenly empty in
both passages.  Gery knew that something bad was about to happen, but she
had no idea what.  She didn't have to wait long.

   Phil decided to forgo the K-Y jelly this time, figuring there was enough
residue left inside the girl to facilitate him.  So no sooner did she
turned back toward Andrew, than Phil jammed his thumb up her tight little
ass, and none too gently either, causing Gery to grunt viscerally.

   "Silence, Miss Logan!" he heard Andrew bark.

   Then deftly Phil rotated his hand between the teenager's legs, and with
his two middle fingers he entered her vaginally.  Phil smiled when once
again the girl grunted in surprise, and was instantly reprimanded by
Andrew. He then brought his thumb and two fingers together inside of her,
grasping the young lady in the classic "bowling ball" grip.  He felt the
muscles in both her passages flex around his hand, testing the waters. 
Happy to oblige, Phil demonstrated what would happen if there were any
further outbursts.  Pinching his thumb in one opening between his two
middle fingers in the other, Phil brought pressure to bear upon the
sensitive internal linings and musculature that separated her two abdominal
passages.  The results were as stunning as they were immediate.  Phil had
sat through enough lectures and seminars having to do with the female
reproductive anatomy to know that to the headstrong teenager his actions
were like a punch in the gut from the inside.  In fact, if Phil hadn't
maintained his grip on the girl between her trembling thighs, and if Andrew
hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed her under her arms, she would have gone
down.

   Gery clung desperately to the strong arms of the man she despised so and
fought to catch her breath.  She was mildly nauseated and felt a cold sweat
forming on her forehead and shoulders.  Gery remained silent though,
praying that whatever it was the other man had done to her down there would
not be repeated.  Suddenly she felt his fingers shift inside of her, and
she braced herself for another blow.  For that is precisely what it had
felt like.  When nothing happened, Gery relaxed ever so slightly, and then
as the rubber in her knees started to go away, she regained her feet and
let go of Andrew's shoulders.  She was very conscious, however of the man's
hand between her thighs and the feel of fingers inside of her.  Gery
decided that perhaps she'd better cooperate for the time being.

   "OK," Andrew went on as though nothing at all had happened.  "Let's have
a look at these."

   Gery hadn't felt so humiliated in a long time as the Handler began to
examine her breasts.  He squeezed and poked and pinched until Gery thought
she would die.  Then grasping her by the right nipple, he shook the breast
rapidly and then released it, observing how quickly the firm little cone
came to rest, and then he repeated the procedure with the other breast.

   "Very well," Andrew muttered thoughtfully as he opened a covered metal
clipboard that contained all of Gery's personal files.  After jotting a few
notes inside he commented, "Judging from these photographs taken during
your last stay with us, Miss Logan, you have indeed grown a bit, though not
an exceptional amount."

   Gery hated her tits and had always wished they were bigger, and it made
her feel even worse about herself to have the man confirm her own beliefs.

   "I suspect that Breast FRS won't be a problem for you, young lady, but
one can't be too careful.  I think we had better run a couple of tests in
any case, just to be on the safe side." Then as Andrew laid his clipboard
on the exam table he added, "Besides, I think Phil might enjoy getting to
know you a little better." Turning to his colleague Andrew asked him with a
smile, "Phil, did you ever get the chance to spend some quality time with
Miss Logan during her last visit?"

   Phil looked up from beside Gery's left hip and shook his head, and as he
did, he pushed his thumb farther up into her rectum.  He felt her clamp
down on him, but she didn't make a peep.  Phil smiled.

   "Good.  Well that's all settled then," Andrew said happily.  "Phil, you
can provide the motivating force, and I'll take the necessary measurements.
Let's see now.  Miss Logan why don't you step right over here," Andrew
said. Then when he saw the confused look on the girl's face, he said
apologetically, "Oops!  I almost forgot.  Phil, you can let go of Miss
Logan for the time being.  She appears to be behaving herself," he said,
glancing in Gery's direction in time to see the hostile look she gave him.
"This way, if you please, Miss Logan." Andrew then took her by the elbow
and escorted her to the end of the padded exam table.  With a soft
electrical hum a section of the table end began to lower when the Handler
stepped on one of many foot pedals at its base.  "That should do nicely,"
Andrew said once he was satisfied with the table's configuration.  Then
turning to Gery he spoke to her as though this was all in a day's work.

   "Alright, Miss Logan.  Bend at the waist, hands on the lower part of the
table.  Feet apart, knees straight, head up and arch your back.  You
remember the exercise.  Service Position One, Standing, Miss Logan." Andrew
spoke like a drill sergeant.

   "But," Gery tried to argue, and received another reprimand.  Meanwhile
Phil stepped up beside her.

   "Service Position One, Miss Logan," he barked, repeating his colleague's
recent order.  Then when Gery hesitated he added.  "We can do this the hard
way if you wish, young lady."

   The look that Phil gave her made Gery want to shrink away from him, but
there was nowhere for her to go.  Naked and alone, locked away in an asylum
filled with mad men and monsters, Gery had very few options.  After
glancing quickly in Phil's direction when she heard that telltale "zip",
Gery reluctantly bent over and placed her hands palms down on the lower
section of the table.  She flinched when she felt a hand on her right hip.

   "Feet apart," Phil ordered from behind her, then kicked at Gery's
ankles. Fortunately he was wearing soft sole shoes.

   Gery was afraid of Phil.  He seemed mean, and the fact that he would
soon be her lover and that there would be nothing she could do to prevent
it made Gery feel sick to her stomach.

   "Legs straight and arch your back," the man ordered and held Gery with
one hand on her hip while he placed the head of his foul penis between her
rounded buttocks.  "Bow those shoulders forward, young lady, and look back
at me this instant!" Phil commanded.

   Gery shuddered when she felt him begin to hunt for her opening.  She
hadn't gotten the opportunity to actually see what she was about to
receive, but judging from the feel of the man as he pressed himself against
her tender tissues, Gery suspected she was in for a tough time.  Dutifully
she looked back at him over her left shoulder and was barely able to
suppress an audible groan when he entered her.

   "That's my girl," Phil smiled at the distressed look on the girl's face.
Then he thrust into her in one swift motion.

   Gery had learned from her previous stay at TYTC that all the Handlers
did it just that way.  Foreplay was considered bad form, at least on the
part of the male, and as the air rushed from her lungs in response to
Phil's rapid advance into her interior, Gery recalled being told once why
that was.  It had something to do with psychology and submission.  "Hell
everything in this repulsive place had to do with psychology and
submission," Gery thought as she felt the man's cock bull its way into her
deepest depths.  Forgetting her training, Gery looked away and lowered her
head between her arms, as her lover used her hips to pull her backward onto
himself even farther.  It was indeed psychology, for as the bulbous head of
Phil's vile member crushed against her cervix, Gery groaned softly.  There
was little doubt in her mind that she had been taken fully and completely
and against her will.  And as if to confirm that belief, Phil barked, "Head
up, young lady, and arch that back!" Then turning to his colleague, he said
in a conversational tone, "We're all ready here, Andrew."

   "Very well then," Andrew said, kneeling beside Gery.  He held a stop
watch in one hand.  Reaching under her with his free hand, he prodded one
of Gery's breasts and then the other, timing each to see how long it took
to stop quivering.  He needed a benchmark.  "This test is probably
unnecessary," he said to Gery when he caught her eye.  "It's really
designed for women with more pendulous breasts," he explained.  "But since
you and Phil are all set to go, we'll go ahead with it.  That way you'll
know what to expect when we measure nipple travel in the next test."

   Gery looked at him and remained silent.  If the truth be known, she felt
like crying, or screaming at the top of her lungs, but the last time she
was here Gery had seen first hand the consequences that sort of behavior
brought upon the transgressor.  Crying was never tolerated, and even
speaking was tightly controlled.  The Guests of The Youth Training Center
were expected to abide by eight simple rules.  Non-Negotiable Standards
they were called, and the consequences for violating any of the standards
were swift and sure and always meted out in the form of some kind of sexual
activity.  The new girls tended to cry a lot a first, especially the young
ones, but very quickly they found themselves too busy to breathe, let alone
cry.

   Still half lost in a daydream, Gery heard Andrew say, "OK, Phil.  Give
her ten, please."

   "What the...?" Gery thought as she felt the man standing behind her move
slightly inside of her as he squared his shoulders.  The last thing she
remembered before the barrage started was Phil's fingers bighting into the
tender flesh of her hips as he got a better grip on her.  Gery would have
bruises there for a week.  But right now, bruises were the very last thing
on her mind as she stood bent over and gasping for air.  If Phil hadn't
been holding her so tightly, Gery surely would have been pitched forward
onto he face, so powerful were the ten rapid fire thrusts the man had just
delivered.  Vaguely she recalled hearing the loud slapping reports caused
by Phil's hairy thighs hammering against her soft buttocks.  How she'd
managed to remain quiet, she would never know.

   "Ten more, please, Phil," Andrew said and started his watch.

   Gery's bladder let go about half way through the second series.  To her
it felt like someone was attempting to rearrange her abdominal organs by
shoving a baseball bat up her rear end.

   During the third and hopefully the final set of thrusts, time slowed to
a crawl.  Out of the corner of her eye, Gery saw Andrew staring up under
her torso, observing her small breasts as they jiggled and jumped from the
rapid set of concussive thrusts.

   "Alright, Phil, that should do," Andrew told his colleague, and just in
the nick of time too, because Gery doubted very seriously if she could have
sustained any more of the man's attention.  As it was, she would be very
sore for days.

   "As I suspected, the test data is more or less inconclusive
unfortunately," Andrew told Phil as the man eased his way back into Gery
and held fast.  "Her breasts are simply too small to cause any oscillation
problems other than actual impact reaction," the Handler concluded.  He was
of course referring to rapid jerking motion he'd noted in Gery's breasts
each time Phil slammed into her rear end.  This kind of motion is usually
unavoidable, but in practice most Handlers deliver thrusts to their young
partners according to proven guidelines, dealing with frequency and thrust
power.  Each and every TYTC Handler undergoes hours of training in the
field of Arousal and Climax Management, or ACM for short.  Thanks to this
specialized training most breast related FRS remains manageable, however,
there will always be the exception to the rule.  Especially after the
recent recall scare and its associated logistics problems, every Guest is
now tested and cataloged both for breast sway and nipple travel.

   "Mind if I go change?" Phil asked with a little smile, glancing down at
his urine soaked coveralls.  "When we're finished here, I have to get up to
receiving and probably won't get the chance later."

   "Not at all, my friend.  Go right ahead," Andrew replied.  "Just let me
grab my slides here and I'll stay with Miss Logan for you until you get
back."

   As though the switch were rehearsed, Phil waited until Andrew fetched a
small black case from the lab bench nearby before he slowly pulled out of
her.  Then almost like a dance where one man cuts in on another, Gery
suddenly had a new dance partner.

   "Just relax, Miss Logan," Andrew murmured as he slid effortlessly into
her.  "Just think of me as a "place holder," he chuckled.  Then taking her
by her right hip, Andrew added, "Now I want you to hold very still, my
dear. Since you got Phil all wet, I'm going to have to fill in for him for
a minute, and in the meantime, I need to get these slides ready." With
that, he laid the small case onto Gery's back, using her as a table while
he prepared for the next test.

   Approximately ten minutes passed until the door hissed open and in
walked Phil wearing a fresh pair of glowing white coveralls.  "OK, let's
get going here before we run out of time," Andrew insisted." He and Phil
swapped places again and Gery once again found herself gripping the sides
of the exam table while Phil shifted his hips in order to get as much
penetration as possible.  Gery shuddered again when he pressed against her
cervix, reacting to the Thelazine enhanced feeling of total consumption.

   Andrew made the final preparations, dusting two eight inch square glass
slides with a fine yellow powder.  Placing the slides onto the edge of the
exam table, Andrew turned to Phil and said, "OK, Phil.  We need a nice
steady thrust pattern, nothing fancy.  All we need to do is to get her
moving so I can get a nipple travel pattern on the slides.  We'll start
with the right breast."

   "W..wait," Gery whimpered as Phil began to move.

   "Silence, Miss Logan!" Phil ordered.  "Get your head up, and let's
concentrate, shall we.  This isn't a love in." And with that he began a
slow and purposeful motion.

   Having lived with him for nearly a year now, Gery had grown accustomed
to Victor's lackluster style of love making.  Often as not he would tire
quickly, and on those rare occasions where Gery thought her Companion might
actually be capable of going the distance, Gery would attempt to gain
control over the situation and cause him to ejaculate prematurely.  So,
although she was expected to put out for Victor practically every day it
was routinely done on her terms.

   Not so with this man, Gery realized as another shudder wracked her
slender frame.  It was as though she could feel every inch of him as he
traversed steadily in and out, in and out, never varying his cadence by
even a half a second.  After a couple of minutes, Phil took the liberty of
inserting is middle finger back into Gery's rear end, and once again the
headstrong teenager was complete, by the TYTC definition, anyway.

   Andrew stood nearby scribbling notes on his clipboard, but wasn't really
paying much attention to the loving couple for the moment.  He wanted to
give them time to get warmed up and working as a team, before he began the
data collection process.  After about ten minutes, Andrew picked up the
first slide and knelt beside the young teenager.  She was showing signs of
arousal already, thanks to the Thelazine, Andrew noted.  "Miss Logan, I
expect for you to keep your head up and your back arched for me for just a
couple of minutes longer.  Will you do that for me, please." She didn't
answer, but Andrew watched as she increased the arch in her strong back,
thereby aligning her vaginal passage to better accept complete penetration.


   Phil was a true professional and continued to deliver steady measured
strokes to Gery as the minutes passed.  All he required to maintain control
over the girl was a hand resting lightly on her left hip.  When he deemed
the time was right, Andrew reached beneath Gery's torso and raised the
glass slide up under her right breast until just the very tip of her erect
little nipple touched the surface of the glass.  She started at first when
her sensitive flesh contacted the cold slide, but Andrew had anticipated
that and dropped the slide away for a moment.  "Head up, shoulders
forward," Miss Logan," he reminded the girl as he moved the slide beneath
her breast again.  Then for several stroke cycles, Andrew held the slide in
place, allowing Gery's nipple to trace a pattern in the yellow dust.  That
was really all there was to it.  After repeating the procedure with her
left breast, he let Phil finish up with her while he went about locking the
slides away for safe keeping.  Later they would be scanned into a computer
and the nipple patterns that were unique to Miss Gery Logan alone would
become a part of her permanent record at the Center.
   More later...  SM