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.

The Youth Training Center - Part One - by - The StoryMaster

Sandy Winters stifled a grunt with great difficulty. 
This was her sixth week in training, and her head
Coach was watching closely this morning.  He sat in a
chair just a few feet away, clipboard in hand. 
"Mmmee," Sandy squealed softly through tightly
pursed lips.  She winced, briefly closing her eyes,
then opened them again  quickly as she realized her
mistake, but it was too late.  As she regained eye
contact with her Coach, Sandy watched the man
make some notes on his pad.  Sandy knew she would
be corrected later in the day, but at the moment, it
was all she could do simply to maintain some
semblance of dignity and control.  Sandy hoped that
in light of the circumstances, her Coach would be lenient with her.  After all, she
rationalized this was only her second lover, and this man was much bigger than her
first.  Sandy stifled another groan as the man's large cock head hammered against
her cervix, his nearly two inch diameter shaft filling her completely.  Sandy's lower
lip quivered as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp.  She tried desperately to
maintain eye contact with her Coach and supervisor as her lover's large hands
grasped her by her slim hips and pulled her back, crushing her shapely butt against
the fronts of his thighs.

Sandy Winters was fifteen years old and currently engaged in a program of sexual
conditioning at The Youth Training Center.  How she came to be there and at the
mercy of a complete stranger is a long story.

"Mmph," the young, blond teenager huffed through her nose as she clutched the
back of the wooden chair in front of her.  Sandy was not doing well today.  "Rule
Number One" had been drilled into her psyche repeatedly over the past few weeks,
"Silence while being handled".  This was a non-negotiable standard at the Training
Center, and infractions were dealt with sternly.  The young girl arched her back,
trying to remember what she had seen in the many video tapes and photographs she
had studied recently, hoping that perhaps if she did well in her love making from this
point on that her Coach might go easy on her when it came time for retribution. 
Her "lover" rammed her again.  Sandy thought her insides would split open. 
Fortunately she was beginning to "juice up" a little.  When her latest Handler had
first entered her just minutes earlier, Sandy had been nearly dry.  Foreplay was
deemed to be non-conducive to conditioning at The Center other than for its
anatomical effects.  It was therefore optional, and left entirely up to the individual
Coaches' and Handlers' discretion.

Sandy had done reasonably well thus far in her conditioning, much to the surprise of
her instructors.  When Sandy Winters first arrived at TYTC she had been a head
strong, conceited young girl as a result of having spent the last several years in a
world that orbited solely around Sandy Winters.  The teenager's budding sexuality
and stunning good looks had given her virtually limitless power over boys her age and
older.  Young Miss Winters had proceeded to exploit this power to the fullest.  

That power, however had been stripped away almost as quickly as her clothing the
morning of her initial orientation with the Head Master of The Youth Training
Center.  Much to Sandy's dismay, two male assistants had been admitted to the
office and had proceeded to forcibly remove her clothes.  Sandy had remained
naked ever since.  In the early weeks of her training, Sandy had cried often.  Soon,
however she realized that sympathy was not something that was dispensed liberally
at The Center.  Correction, on the other hand came swiftly and surely.  Since her
enrollment, by her step-father, Jim Neilson, over six weeks ago, young Sandy
Winters was learning an entirely new way of life.  Her step-father barely
recognized her during the first of her scheduled observation sessions.

That had been an interesting session.  Her step-father, who had admitted Sandy for
the express purpose of having her prepared for his personal pleasure, had been
invited to witness Sandy's first oral sex session.  From behind the one-way mirror,
Jim Neilson watched as his haughty, blond step-daughter was led into one of the
training rooms used for anonymous observation.  It was the first time Neilson had
seen Sandy naked, and he was very pleased indeed by the sight of her.

Sandy, at fifteen was magnificent to say the least.  She had a trim, athletic body
with a wasp like waist and nicely spreading hips.  Sandy's breasts were small and
slightly pointed with puffy nipples and areola.  The real focus of Neilson's attention
at first witnessing his lovely step-daughter's nakedness, however lay between her
thighs.  Sandy Winters' pussy was a real eye catcher.  Even at fifteen years of age,
she was still virtually hairless with only the slightest tuft of wispy, blond curls
crowning her pubis.  Sandy's full vulva, wide pubic arch and tightly closed slit were
plainly visible as the young teen was left alone and shivering in the cool room.  

The Center thought of everything.  The cool room temperature caused Sandy's
nipples to begin to harden almost immediately as she instinctively attempted to
cover herself.  A practice which would later be dealt with.  

Sandy Winters had also been blessed with stunning good looks.  Her face was a
symphony of loveliness.  Sandy had expressive blue eyes, a full mouth and a cute,
little upturned nose.  Her shining, blond hair fell over her shoulders and down to her
waist like a golden cape.  As the girl turned, gazing nervously around the room, her
step-father noticed an oval shaped, plastic flange pressed against and between
Sandy's shapely butt cheeks.  Neilson remembered reading about The Center's
policy called "CAP" or "Constant Anal Presence".  He assumed that this was a part of
that regimen.  While Neilson watched, his lovely, young step-daughter dropped a
hand behind her and touched the plastic flange, eliciting a wince as the long, tapered
butt plug jabbed at her insides.  Sandy's step-father smiled from behind the big
observation mirror. 

Just then, two male attendants entered the room with Sandy, closing the door
behind them.  It was then that her step-father also noticed that there was no door
knob on the inside of the door.  The room was soundproof, so Neilson was unable to
hear what was said, but one of the two men gave his step-daughter an obvious
command.  At first the young blond backed away from the two men.  She continued
to try to cover her nudity by placing a hand over her pussy and an arm across her
breasts.  In response, one Handler quickly stepped over to Sandy and took her by
the shoulders.  Sandy looked away as the man spoke to her.  Taking her by the chin,
the man raised Sandy's face and looked her directly in the eyes.  He spoke again.  To
Jim Neilson's amazement, his beautiful, young, step-daughter slowly dropped her
hands to her sides.  The man before her spoke another command when she started
to look away.  Sandy quickly returned her gaze to his eyes.  The man stared at
Sandy for several minutes without saying or doing anything.  Then without warning
he reached out a hand and took one of Sandy's small nipples between his index
finger and thumb, pinching gently.  The teenager instinctively jerked away.  Before
Sandy could get away from him, her Handler took her again by the shoulders and
quickly spun the young teen around.  While her step-father watched, the man
reached under Sandy's arms then cupped both her small breasts in his hands, pulling
her naked body back against himself.  Sandy struggled weakly as the man started
kissing her bare shoulders while he kneaded her breasts slowly.  At that point, the
other man took a position close in front of the hapless young teen.  Jim Neilson
gulped as he second man without hesitation reached down and cupped Sandy's pussy. 
Sandwiched between the two large men, the young blond was unable to escape.  She
was forced to allow herself to be handled at will by her trainers.  As the second
man rubbed her pussy slowly, he took Sandy by the chin and brought her face to
his.  The young girl writhed helplessly between the two.  As the second man
continued to massage Sandy's full pussy, he spoke a command.  Although an
expression of dismay remained plainly painted on the young blond's lovely face, she
opened her eyes and looked directly at the man touching her.

"Part of the training," Jim Neilson thought, remembering more of the material in the
Center's brochure.  "Clients shall maintain eye contact with their respective
Handler(s) at all times." 

After a few minutes, the man in front of Sandy removed his hand.  At that time,
the man behind Sandy released her breasts and stepped back.  The man in front of
the young girl again took her by the shoulders and turned her to face her other
trainer.  He then stepped up close behind Sandy and waited.  The first man spoke a
command.  A nervous expression fell across Sandy's lovely features.  She hesitated. 
With that, the man behind her placed one hand on Sandy's left hip to restrain her,
then placed the palm of his other hand against the plastic flange protruding from
between Sandy's ass cheeks.  He moved his hand slowly up and down.  The reaction
from the young blond was immediate.  Sandy practically left the floor as she leapt
to her tip toes in an effort to ease the pressure being exerted on her bowel by the
device buried deeply in her rectum.  

The eight inch by 1/2 inch hard rubber plug had been placed into Sandy immediately
following her orientation and initial disrobing.  It was removed twice daily by a
trainer so that she might use the bathroom, under strict supervision, of course. 
The only other times that it was removed, it was replaced with either another
apparatus or some human appendage.  This was part of the CAP Program, a most
successful training method at TYTC.

The trainer behind Sandy, paused briefly while the other spoke the command again.
This time, Sandy was more cooperative, albeit reluctantly.

"TYTC was wonderful," Jim Neilson thought as he watched his beautiful, young
step-daughter assume a kneeling position in front of her trainer.  "All resistance on
the part of clients is dealt with sexually, never violently," Jim thought to himself,
remembering yet another excerpt from the Center's brochure.  

As Jim looked on, he witnessed this policy first hand.  Each time Sandy refused a
command some sexual liberty was taken by her Handlers.  At the moment, it
appeared Sandy was being told to unfasten her trainer's trousers.  Following her
initial reluctance, her second Handler had knelt behind her in order to manipulate
her butt plug.  At last, the young blond slowly reached out and unzipped the man's
fly.  As she did, the Handler behind her reached over her shoulders, taking Sandy's
shining, blond hair in his hands.  Pulling her golden tresses back, he then allowed the
young beauty's hair to spill down her back.  

"She is so lovely," Neilson thought.

Another command was given.  Sandy gazed up at the man standing before her, a look
of utter dismay upon her face.  She shook her head.  Immediately the Handler
behind Sandy reached down between her thighs.  He didn't make use of the butt
plug for the moment, but as Jim Neilson watched the muscles of the man's forearm
begin to move, he realized that he was touching his step-daughter in a most intimate
place.  Sandy squirmed in an effort to escape the man's attentions, but such efforts
inevitably proved futile.  The trainer standing in front of Sandy then lifted her chin
with two fingers and spoke the command once again. 

Just then the door to the observation gallery opened, and Jim Neilson turned to
see Adam North, the Headmaster of the Youth Center enter the room and close the
door.  "Good morning, Mr. Neilson," North said cordially.  "I'm sorry, I'm late, but I
had a new inductee this morning.  Oh, good," he said nodding at the observation
window.  "This is a big step for Miss Winters."

Turning to face the glass, Jim Neilson watched as Sandy reached a hand reluctantly
into the trousers of the trainer who stood before her.  Suddenly, however, the
young girl jerked her hand away as though burned.  Immediately, the Handler behind
Sandy withdrew his hand from between her thighs and gave the flange of her butt
plug a firm slap.  The effects were instantaneous, as the young blond's head flew
back.  She turned quickly to face the man behind her.  With that, the trainer
kneeling behind Sandy issued a command and slapped the butt plug again.  Sandy's
body jerked in response, but still she stared back at him, avoiding the man in front
of her.  The kneeling trainer proceeded to slap the plug repeatedly until at last, the
stubborn, young girl turned and faced the man standing patiently before her.

"Young Miss Winters definitely has a stubborn streak in her, doesn't she, Mr.
Neilson," Adam North said with a chuckle.

"Oh, yes.  She most certainly does," Neilson agreed.  "Her mother used to spoil the
hell out of her as did all of her teachers.  I suppose because of her good looks,
Sandy has been used to getting her own way for a long time."  As he watched, the
Handler standing in front of his step-daughter once again placed two fingers
beneath Sandy's chin and raised her eyes to his.  He spoke a command.

"Well, you needn't concern yourself further, Mr. Neilson.  At The Youth Training
Center we always get the desired results.  Young Miss Winters is no different than
most attractive girls her age.  They seem to believe that men will do practically
anything for them in order to gain their favor.  If this sort of thinking isn't stifled
early on, it will become a part of her belief system on into adulthood.  Our policy of
persistent sexual attention has proven to be virtually 100% effective at squelching
this sort of attitude.  In a few short months, your young step-daughter will be
willing and able to provide you with any sort of sexual entertainment you could
possibly desire.  We guarantee it, Mr. Neilson."

In the training room, Sandy again reached a hand into the trousers of the trainer
standing before her.  When she hesitated, her butt plug received a pat from her
other Handler.  While the two men in the observation gallery watched, the lovely,
blond, fifteen year old, slowly withdrew her trainer's cock from his trousers.  As
the man's ample sized organ sprang free of the confinement of his clothing, Sandy
removed her hand and looked up at him questioningly.

"There, you see, Mr. Neilson.  Just two weeks ago, your step-daughter told me in no
uncertain terms that no matter what we did to her, she would never cooperate with
us.  As a matter of fact, she, like so many others, threatened me with arrest and
jail, and you name it," North went on, chuckling again.  "It's all a matter of method
and patience."

Behind the glass, Sandy Winters reluctantly took the man's large cock in one hand. 
After receiving a command and another pat on her butt plug, the young teen began
to slowly stroke her trainer's cock shaft.  Neilson was flabbergasted.  He turned to
North in wonderment.

Seeing the look of disbelief on his client's face, North smiled and said, "I take it,
this is something that perhaps you have suggested that Sandy might do for you in
the past."

Neilson nodded silently as he watched his beautiful, young step-daughter spit into
her hand for lubrication, then continue to stroke the cock of the man in front of
her.  Whenever she lowered her eyes from his, Sandy received a reminder from
behind.

"This is the first time Sandy has met the man who's penis she now holds, Mr.
Neilson.  The Handler providing guidance from behind, however, has been working
with your step-daughter from the beginning.  If you recall the information sent to
you about our services, you will remember, perhaps that each client is assigned a
Primary Handler, or Coach.  Sandy's Coach works with her on a daily basis helping
her with her personal hygiene as well as assisting her with her prescribed daily
regimens and then grading her progress.  Over the next few months, Sandy will
most likely develop a bond with her Primary, since it is him that she ultimately must
please.  Later we will see to it that this loyalty is transferred to yourself or to
whomever you wish.  Am I making myself clear, Mr. Neilson?"

"Yes, I ah.." Neilson answered, unable to take his eyes off what was happening on
the other side of the one-way glass.

Continuing with his commentary, North said, "From the moment she awakens in the
morning, Miss Winters' Primary never leaves her side.  He renders assistance with
her toilet, including when necessary, the removal and insertion of sanitary tampons. 
He bathes your step-daughter, often with the assistance of another.  Most of
these daily routines are performed before an audience.  The object being to make it
abundantly clear to the client that her body and her bodily functions are no longer
under her control, but rather they are the property and responsibility of others. 
Your step-daughter is a lovely, young woman who, when her conditioning is complete,
should provide you with a great deal pleasure for many years, Mr. Neilson."

Adam North paused when from the corner of his eye, he sensed a struggle
beginning in the training room.  Turning, he saw Sandy's Principal take her head in his
hands, attempting to hold the young girl motionless from behind.  The man in front
of the blond girl then stepped forward.  Holding his big cock in one hand, he placed
his other hand behind the struggling girl's head.

"Today marks a big turning point in both the training program and the life of your
step-daughter, Mr. Neilson," North continued as Neilson watched the standing man
begin to rub the tip of his prick across Sandy's mouth.

"This is incredible," Neilson thought, not for the last time."

In the background, North droned on, "Up until this point, Miss Winters' conditioning
has consisted mainly of confidence breaking drills intended to make her more
susceptible to suggestion and direction.  She has had some initial training in
technique using videos, etc., but until now has had little actual sexual experience in
which she is expected to participate.  The taking of a penis into her mouth is a
foundation block in your step-daughter's conditioning.  We prefer to use a stranger
for her initial experiences to teach her that she is expected to provide any man with
sexual service when told to do so.  As a matter of fact, Mr. Neilson, from this
moment on, your step-daughter will seldom have the same 'lover' twice, and they are
referred to as 'lovers', by the way.  Never will her Principal enter into a sexual act
with her other than as you see before you, to provide incentive to obey and to learn. 
This incentive is generally administered anally, as you have no doubt discovered.  We
believe at TYTC that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her rectum."

While Neilson and North watched, Sandy's Coach released his hold on her head and
gathered her hair in one hand.  He leaned down and took hold of the plastic flange
between the teenager's firm, round buttox.  He then pulled approximately three or
four inches of the device slowly out of Sandy's rectum.  The man standing before
her continued to press his cock head against Sandy's lips, rubbing it not too gently
back and forth across her smooth, white teeth while grasping her firmly by the
back of the neck.  Sandy struggled with renewed vigor, trying to shake her head
away from the man's advances.  Her blue eyes were shut tightly, and her pretty
face contorted with her effort.  Then, without warning, Sandy's Principal slammed
the hard, rubber, anal device back into her with the heal of his hand.  At the same
time, he pulled Sandy's head back hard.  The desired results were quickly achieved.  

Although neither Neilson nor his host could hear her, Sandy opened her mouth wide,
with a deep, guttural grunt.  She would later receive marks down for this, but at the
moment, that didn't matter much to the hapless teenager.  What did matter was
that the man standing before her took immediate advantage of Sandy's opened
mouth , pushing the head of his cock inside then quickly to the back of her throat. 

Immediately Sandy's hands flew to the man's thighs where she scrabbled
ineffectually, clawing at his flesh with her nails.  Another demerit.

As the smooth, broad head of the man's penis made its way into her mouth, Sandy's
blue eyes flew open in surprise.  Gazing upward she saw the smiling face of the very
first man to have her orally, a mental picture which could never be erased.  Sandy
pushed hard against his thighs, trying to pull her head back, but his progress was
relentless, and furthermore, her Principal had stepped up close behind her, blocking
her retreat completely.  While the two observers looked on, the man who's cock now
filled the young teenager's mouth, paused and spoke.  Sandy closed her eyes in
response and tried again to free herself.  Again she was unsuccessful.

"What your young step-daughter is no doubt being informed of, Mr. Neilson," North
said, from beside his client.  "Are her rights, which are exactly none," North
chuckled again.  She will soon be commanded to cooperate or face unknown
consequences.  Watch what happens."

While they looked on, the young blond shook her head in answer to an ultimatum
spoken to her from behind by her Coach.  Sandy's lips were tightly stretched around
the shaft of her first "lover's" cock.  Then ever so slowly, young Sandy Winters,
teenage idol of so many, moved her hands from the fronts of her "lover's" hairy
thighs around behind them, holding him just beneath his buttox.  Her Principal spoke
again to her.  Sandy opened her eyes and looked up at her "lover" as instructed. 
Slowly, while the two observers watched in awe, the man began to withdraw his cock
shaft from Sandy's mouth.  When he did, Neilson saw his step-daughter's cheeks
dimple in.  "She's sucking him," he realized in wonder.

Neilson turned quickly toward his host, but quickly looked back at the proceedings
behind the one-way glass.  As the purple head of the man's cock became visible at
the corner of his step-daughter's mouth, he paused and spoke a command.  Neilson
could see the mental struggle painted plainly on Sandy's face.  The man spoke again
as her Principal leaned down behind her, reaching for her butt plug.  With that,
young Sandy opened her big, blue eyes and her sweet, virgin mouth wide, for her
"lover", her Coach and unknowingly for her step-father.  Her "lover" smiled and
slowly moved his hips forward.  Neilson saw his step-daughter's small white hands
flex on his thighs as the unfamiliar flesh again moved into her mouth.  Her Principal
cautiously released his restraining grip on Sandy's hair then knelt behind her.  Next
her took her hair in both hands and gently pulled it back, allowing it to spill down her
back in a golden fall.  Neilson was once again taken by Sandy's loveliness, her
flawless white skin, her perfectly shaped little butt, her huge blue eyes which were
currently filled with apprehension as her "lover" began to slowly fuck her mouth. 
The young girl tensed up momentarily when to her surprise, her trainer took hold of
the wide flange of her anal device and slowly removed it.  Neilson was amazed at the
length of the device when at last Sandy's  Principal placed it on the floor beside her
left ankle.  While Sandy's "lover" gradually increased the tempo of his strokes,
Sandy's Coach began to rub her perfect little bottom slowly and methodically.

"Well, Mr. Neilson.  It's been a pleasure," North said turning to Jim and extending a
hand.  Jim took his offered hand without comment.  "I do hope you are satisfied
with your step-daughter's progress thus far."  Both men glanced back at the
observation window.  Neilson's mouth fell open as he watched Sandy's Coach slip his
middle finger into his lovely step-daughter's anal opening.  The little blond's whole
body shuddered in response to the unforseen sensation.  Her "lover", however,
never slowed his pace.  He continued to move his big cock rhythmically in and out of
Sandy's mouth, causing her head to bob back and forth in time.  Sandy's Principal
picked up the first man's tempo, finger fucking her anally.  It was a marvelous
scene.  "I must leave you now, Mr. Neilson.  I have administrative duties that
require my attention.  Please feel free to stay and observe as long as you like.  I
believe young Miss Winters is scheduled for more than one oral session this
morning.  You should enjoy watching her swallow her first semen.  I for one find
that to be a most rewarding event to observe.  From this time forward, Miss
Winters, like all of our clients, will receive a substantial daily dose of semen orally
as well as vaginally later on.  Which reminds me that I neglected to ask if you have
read the section on our contraception program."  

With great difficulty, Neilson tore his eyes from the scene unfolding in the training
room just a few yards away.  "Well, yes, I... I do remember reading something about
it, I believe."

"Briefly, Mr. Neilson.  All of our clients are given Norplant.  It is a very effective
female contraceptive which is administered sub-dermally upon a client's induction to
the Center.  This implant can be left in place upon her completion of our program or
it may be removed if you intend to impregnate Miss Winters or to have her
impregnated; a service which , by the way we also provide."

Neilson was having difficulty following what Mr. North was telling him, so wrapped
up was he in watching his young step-daughter undergo her first oral fucking.  Just
moments earlier, Sandy had been issued another command.  The young teen now
fondled the testicles of her "lover" while he continued to administer to her.

Suddenly Neilson remembered something he had intended to ask of his host.  "Mr.
North," he said, again tearing his eyes from the window.  "There is something I've
been meaning to ask you."

"Yes, Mr. Neilson," North said turning back to his client.

"Has she.. I mean is she?" Neilson said haltingly.  

"I beg your pardon," Mr. Neilson.

"Is Sandy, My ah.. step-daughter still a..  I mean, is her..  Is she still 'intact', is what
I mean to say, Mr. North?" Neilson at last was able to say with a great deal of
embarrassment.

"You mean, has Miss Winters had vaginal intercourse." North said with a smile. 
Neilson nodded, bashfully.  "No, Mr. Neilson, she had not had vaginal intercourse
since her induction here.  As far as our staff gynecologist can determine, your step-
daughter is still a virgin.  Miss Winters is not scheduled for deflowering until, I
believe, her fifth week with us.  Would you like to be scheduled to observe on that
day?"

"Actually, Mr. North," Neilson said, clearing his throat nervously.  Then he paused.

"Please, Mr. Neilson, I must be going.  What is it you wish to ask?"

"Mr. North," Neilson said regaining his composure.  "I wish to be Sandy's first.  I
want to be the one to take my step-daughter's virginity.

Adam North was silent for several moments while he pondered Neilson's request. 
At last he spoke.  "Mr. Neilson, this is a very unusual request.  You must
understand, that our program here at the Center is highly structured.  It is for this
very reason that we are so successful."  He nodded toward the glass.  

In the training room, it appeared that events were reaching a crescendo.  Neilson
immediately noticed that his step-daughter's shapely butt was moving slowly in time
to her Coaches manipulations.  Her "lover" exhibited amazing control as he
maintained steady, even strokes, never pushing to deeply into the young teenager's
mouth.  Full or Deep Throat penetration would begin on a later day.  His job was
first to have his subject accept his cock into her mouth and then to ejaculate
therein.  He was well paid for his services and was a true professional, as were all of
the staff at The Center.

"Your participation in Miss Winters' conditioning could have unpredictable results,"
North said after a moment.  

Neilson looked his way, saying, "Mr. North, I have paid you and your Center a lot of
money to prepare my step-daughter.  Thus far, I must say the results of your
program have been nothing short of spectacular."  He paused looking back at the
window.  "But, Mr. North, I must insist that somehow I be allowed to have Sandy
her first time.  I am quite adamant about this request.  I'm sure there must be
some way.  You people appear to be very resourceful."

Again, silence filled the small observation room as North pondered Neilson's
proposal.  "Very well, Mr. Neilson," he said at last.  "We'll take your request under
advisement and contact you at the proper time.  You must agree, however to abide
by our guidelines.  Will that be acceptable to you, Mr. Neilson?"

Neilson exhaled a long breath.  He realized with some consternation that he had
been holding his breath.  "Yes, Mr. North.  That will be just fine.  You have my
word.  I agree to your terms and will follow your instructions."

"Fine, fine, Mr. Neilson," North said half turning toward the door.  "And now I must
take my leave.  Until next time then, Mr. Neilson," he said extending his hand once
more.  As Neilson shook his host's hand the man said, "I believe you should look to
your left, Mr. Neilson."

As Neilson turned, North dropped his hand and left the room.  Neilson didn't hear
the door close, so engrossed was he in the happenings on the other side of the
observation window.  At that very instant, Sandy's "lover" threw his head back. 
With both hands, he grasped her small, blond head, holding her mouth on himself. 
At first Sandy's blue eyes merely registered confusion, then suddenly her
expression changed.

With delight, Jim Neilson watched as his lovely step-daughter sensed the swelling
of her "lover's" cock in her mouth.  Not knowing exactly what to expect, Sandy's
pretty face exhibited a medley of expressions ranging from curiosity, to surprise,
to alarm, and at last understanding and even resignation.  The young blond's cheeks
bulged outward as her "lover" unloaded into her virgin mouth.  At the same time, her
Principal pressed his long middle finger as far into Sandy's rectum as it would
physically reach, the palm of his hand coming to rest against her firm ass cheeks. 
He then hooked his finger rhythmically, massaging Sandy internally.

Sandy felt the hot fluid spurt against the back of her soft pallet, filling her mouth
and threatening to choke her.  With extreme alarm the young girl tried to pull her
head back struggling for air, but she found her head firmly held between her
"lover's" powerful hands.  As more of his hot substance pulsed into her mouth and
throat, Sandy was faced with two choices; suffocate or swallow.  At long last, the
young girl chose the latter.  While her step-father watched awe struck from behind
the observation window in the chamber wall, just a few feet away, the lovely Sandy
Winters, athlete and straight "A" student swallowed her first semen.  The semen of
a total stranger.

The very next morning Sandy's real training began.  She was awakened early by her
Principal and taken to the bathroom.  In the center of the white tiled room stood a
solitary, transparent, glass toilet.  As Sandy and her Principal entered the room,
several men and women of varying ages filed in and took their seats on benches
placed around the perimeter of the room.  They were there to observe Sandy's
morning toilet.  This would become routine for the young blond, but for now she had
great difficulty looking each observer in the eye as she was supposed to.  Sandy
took her place, standing beside the toilet, then as her Coach approached, she bent
over, placing her hands on her knees.  Stepping behind the young girl, her Principal
grasped the flange of her plug and slowly withdrew its eight inch length from
Sandy's rectum.  Sandy was then allowed to take a seat on the toilet and begin her
morning.  

As the urine began to trickle into the clear glass bowl, Sandy's Coach nodded
silently to one young man seated against the wall.  He was perhaps seventeen years
old.  The boy rose from his seat and crossed over to stand beside Sandy and her
Coach.  Sandy's Coach placed a hand on Sandy's bare shoulder indicating that she
should look up at the young man and smile.  Sandy found this to be extremely
difficult and humiliating.  To look into the eyes of a boy practically her own age
while she evacuated her bladder and bowels was utterly dehumanizing for the young
blond who had been so used to having the world revolve around herself.

While Sandy continued to urinate, her Principal took the young man aside and
whispered to him.  Sandy had finished peeing when the young man stepped back
beside her.  Sandy had been told the evening before exactly what would be
expected of her this and every morning.  Immediately she forced herself to regain
eye contact with him while she began to bear down.  This would be her only
opportunity until late this afternoon.  The first terd hit the water with an audible
"plop".  Sandy started to look away, humiliated beyond anything she could
remember.  The young man quickly placed a couple of fingers beneath her chin. 
Then, raising her face up, he gazed into her blue eyes.  Sandy returned his stare as
she was trained to do.  "Plop" resounded around the tiled room.  Then Sandy shut
her eyes and squeezed hard.  When nothing came out, she opened her eyes again
and gazed up at the young man beside her.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

Sandy nodded, but did not take her eyes from his.  Without further comment, the
young man leaned over and tore a piece of tissue from the roll on a small stand near
the commode.  He then placed a hand on Sandy's right shoulder.

Maintaining eye contact with the young man, Sandy slid forward slightly on the
transparent toilet seat and spread her legs.  The young man then reached behind
her with a handful of tissue and proceeded to wipe Sandy's anal opening.  Sandy
continued to gaze into his eyes as he did so.  The other observers around the room
looked on impassively.  The young man dropped the first piece of tissue into the
bowl then reached for another.  He wiped Sandy's bottom once again.  Next, with
another piece of tissue, he reached his hand between Sandy's thighs and began to
dab at her pussy, working the paper between her vulva in an effort to clean her as
well as possible.  All the while, the young blond was expected to look him directly in
the eye.  This she managed to do with great difficulty.  After wiping her thoroughly,
the young man dropped the last piece of tissue into the bowl and flushed the toilet. 
He then leaned down for his "thank you" kiss.  Sandy gazed into his eyes as he
leaned closer, closing hers only when his lips met her lips.  The young man, whom
Sandy had never seen before until this very morning, kissed her once on the lips
then drew back slightly waiting while Sandy opened her mouth.  He then kissed the
young teen once more.  Slipping his tongue into Sandy's mouth, he explored the
backs of her lips and teeth.  She continued to return the young man's kiss until he
was satisfied, at which time he stood up, waiting.  

Usually this marked the end of Sandy's morning routine.  Sandy expected to be led
to the wash basin where she would brush her teeth, after which she would be
bathed.  She was looking forward to brushing this morning since she had not been
allowed to since the last of her Handlers had had his way with her mouth yesterday
afternoon.  Sandy could still taste the musky taste of semen.  Sandy had swallowed
an awful lot of semen yesterday.  As her Principal moved to her side, Sandy leaned
forward to rise from the toilet.  Instead of taking her hand and leading her to the
washbasin, however, this morning her Coach placed a restraining hand on Sandy's
shoulder indicating that she should keep her seat.  He then turned and nodded
toward another young man of about twenty while Sandy looked up at him
questioningly.  The young man rose and crossed to the toilet.  He moved closer to
Sandy. 

Sandy looked from this new young man to her Coach, then back.  "Proceed," was all
that was said.  For several moments, Sandy was at a loss as to what was expected
of her.  Then finally understanding spread across her pretty face, followed by mild
dismay. 

Several moments passed during which time the observers sat quietly waiting as did
Sandy's intended "lovers" and her Principal.  Finally, Sandy Winters turned slightly
so as to better reach the zipper of the young man who had assisted her with her
morning routine.  After having attended to a dozen or so Handlers the day before,
young Sandy was well versed in her duties.  Expertly, she lowered the young man's
zipper, then worked his trousers down.  As she lowered his boxer shorts, his
adolescent yet quite well developed penis stood before her, waiting.  Looking up at
the young man, Sandy took his cock in one hand then kissed the tip softly.  She then
cupped his testicles with her other hand.  With the sweetest smile she could
muster, Sandy slowly stroked the young man's cock several times before opening
her mouth and allowing him to place the head onto her slightly outstretched tongue. 
While maintaining eye contact with her "lover" Sandy closed her lips around the
head of the young man's penis and sucked gently.  Her lover gazed down at her
impassively while Sandy slowly stroked him.  After a few moments, the young girl
removed her mouth from her "lover's" penis and smiled once again.  She then
rotated on the toilet seat to face the second young man who waited patiently for
his turn.  

This was not Sandy's first attempt to pleasure two men at once.  Yesterday she had
attempted a similar exercise, only to fail miserably when one of the young men she
was servicing came prematurely, shooting his load of hot, ropey semen into Sandy's
thick, blond hair.  Sandy had been instructed that she should take the offerings of
both "lovers" into her mouth and not spill a drop of the precious fluid.  It was for
this reason that she had not been allowed to brush her teeth last night.  Her Coach
said that he wanted her not to forget the taste of semen.  That soon she would look
forward to her daily helpings.  

It was therefore up to Sandy to control the climaxes of both of the viral young
men she now attended to.  With this in mind, Sandy released the penis of the first
young man then unfastened the trousers of the second.  Once the second man's
penis was free Sandy gave him a smile then grasped his shaft in her right hand. 
Turning back to the first young man, Sandy smiled and took hold of him in her left
hand.  Then looking up at her Coach from her seated position on the toilet, Sandy
awaited his instructions.

"Proceed," he said.  "But remember what I told you yesterday afternoon," he added.

Sandy nodded obediently then turned to the first of her two "lovers".  After
making eye contact and smiling, Sandy took the head of his cock into her mouth. 
While sucking gently, Sandy began to slowly stroke the young man.  After a minute
or two, she popped his cock out of her mouth, turned to the second man, made eye
contact, then took him into her mouth in turn.  Sandy allowed her tongue to roam
freely around the smooth swollen tip of her second "lover's" cock.  The young teen,
expertly stroked the young man while sucking his cock.  After several minutes,
Sandy turned her attentions back to the first young man.  While she sucked and
stroked him, she continued to slowly stroke the cock of the other as well.  This
morning, however, Sandy was very careful to monitor the two young men's body
language.  She watched their faces while she pleasured them, looking for signs of
impending climax.  She waited for the telltale swelling of their cocks in her mouth or
hand, knowing that their offerings would soon follow.

Finally Sandy felt the younger of her two "lovers" begin to tremble slightly.  She
knew that in order to gain favor with her Coach, she should attempt to cause both
men to cum as closely together as possible.  Sandy therefore concentrated her oral
attentions on the older of the two while only gently squeezing the shaft of the first
young man, who now appeared very close to cumming.  Suddenly the older of the two
men groaned softly.  Sandy knew this was a very good sign.  Just then, she felt her
first charge begin to tremble noticeably and felt his cock begin to swell and twitch
in her left hand.  Quickly, Sandy switched her oral stimulation from one cock to the
other.  Taking the younger of her "lovers" into her mouth, Sandy began to bob her
head rhythmically, sliding her lips up and down his shaft.  With her hand she began
to softly kneed his testicles.  The young man came quickly.  Sandy looked up into his
pleasure contorted face as she swallowed his offering.  Just as his flood appeared
to be ebbing, Sandy felt the second man's cock swell in her right hand.  Quickly, the
young blond popped one cock out of her mouth and took the second in just as the
eruption occurred.  

Sandy had only gotten out of bed an hour ago and already she had received two
loads of semen into her tummy.  As the young blond obediently cleaned the cocks of
her two "lovers" with her talented tongue, a sense of pride filled her.  Sandy hadn't
spilled a drop.

The two young men then returned to their seats.  While the room full of observers
looked on, Sandy's Principal stepped up beside her.  "That was much better, Miss
Winters," he commented emotionlessly.  "Please stand."

Sandy quickly stood up from the toilet then looked at her Coach.  The man nodded
silently indicating to Sandy his wishes.  Obediently, the young teenager stepped to
the side of the glass toilet.  Then she panned her gaze from one impassive
observer's face to the next.   Making eye contact with each, Sandy smiled as
sweetly as she could under the circumstances.  When at last she had recognized
each in turn, Sandy again faced her Principal.  Then while maintaining eye contact
with him, she slowly leaned down and placed her hands on her knees.  Without the
need for further instruction, Sandy locked her knees then spread her feet to
shoulder width.  The young teen then looked straight ahead at the row of
observers, waiting.

Sandy's Coach nodded his approval then motioned toward the far end of the row of
observers.  To Sandy's shock and dismay, a girl not much older than herself stood
and crossed to where Sandy stood bent over waiting.  Sandy's Coach took the girl
by the hand and moved her in front of Sandy.  Sandy was mortified and promptly
looked away.  Clearing his throat loudly, Sandy's Principal said, "Miss Winters, I want
you to meet Karen.  Beginning this morning, Karen will be your companion for the
next few weeks.  Karen, rather than myself will assist you with your daily needs,
until I say otherwise.  Do you understand, Miss Winters?"

Sandy found herself unable to look up at Karen due to her extreme embarrassment. 
The uncomfortable young blond continued to stare intently at the floor, thereby
breaking a cardinal rule at The Center.  While she stood, bent at the waist, her
Principal moved closer to Sandy, then without warning he reached up under her arm
and began to rub her left breast, pressing down hard enough on the developing
gland to cause a dull pain to spread through Sandy's torso.  He then took one of
Sandy's small nipples between his index finger and thumb and started to pinch and
tug at the tiny pink nub.

"I asked if you understand what I'm saying to you, Miss Winters," he said cooly.  "I
would like for you please to look up at Karen and acknowledge."

Sandy, suppressing a whimper of pain, slowly looked up at the young woman who
stood before her waiting patiently.  As Sandy had initially suspected, Karen couldn't
have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old herself.  "How could she stand
there so impassively, while this man hurts me?" Sandy asked herself. 

But there she stood, smiling as she returned Sandy's gaze calmly as if nothing at all
was out of the ordinary.  

Karen has quite a story herself, but I'll have to reserve that for another time. 
Karen was what one might only politely call cute.  She had a semi-pretty face, but
was a large girl.  Big boned and strong, Karen stood almost six feet tall at age
nineteen, and her sexual preference for girls had guaranteed Karen a position on the
Center's regular staff.  Karen smiled more broadly at the distressed, blond beauty
standing bent over before her.  

Karen secretly despised girls like Sandy.  Sandy had everything that Karen had been
denied, good looks, popularity with boys, lots of friends.  As she placed her hand
softly on Sandy's cheek Karen thought to herself, "You and I are going to have lots
of fun together 'Blondy'."  Sandy gave Karen a pleading look as the larger
girl slowly removed her hand from Sandy's cheek then moved behind her to stand
beside Sandy's Coach.  The two conferred softly together for a moment then Karen
reached for a tube of K/Y Jelly which lay on the back of the glass toilet.  While
Sandy waited in mild discomfort, Karen squeezed a generous amount of the viscous
jelly onto her middle finger, then replaced the tube on the back of the toilet. 
Stepping up behind Sandy's shapely ass, Karen placed a hand on the blond teenager's
left hip, holding her still.  Then, without hesitation, Karen plunged her lubricated
middle finger into Sandy's rectal passage.  Caught completely off guard, Sandy
grunted loudly, her knees practically buckling beneath her.  Karen held her tightly
by her love handle while she thrust her finger through Sandy's protesting sphincter
until her knuckles met the smooth skin of the young blond's back side.  There Karen
paused, reveling in the feeling of the young girl's anal muscles as they clamped
convulsively on her invading digit.  Thoroughly enjoying herself, Karen proceeded to
twist and flex her finger inside Sandy for several minutes while the young blond
shifted her hips and squirmed.  

"How's that feel, 'Blondy'?" Karen asked coldly, leaning closer so she could whisper in
Sandy's ear.

Sandy could only stare at the big girl in shocked disbelief.  Here was a girl
practically her own age helping this horrible training center to abuse her.  Sandy
pondered this while trying to silently endure Karen's anal attentions.

"You and me are gonna get to be real good friends, 'Blondy'," Karen said as she
slowly rotated her probing finger, spreading the lubricant inside Sandy.  Then
standing up, Sandy's new "friend" slowly withdrew her finger from the young blond's
rectum.  Turning to Sandy's Principal, Karen received a nod indicating she should
proceed.  Turning again to the toilet back, Karen picked up Sandy's butt plug.  Then
while holding Sandy's firm round cheeks apart with one hand, Karen pressed the
hard rubber tip of the eight inch long device against her small, puckered, anal
opening which glistened with lubricant.  With practically no effort, the larger girl
pushed the long device into Sandy with a slow, twisting motion, receiving a soft
whimper for her efforts.  When the plastic flange finally lay flat against Sandy's
ass cheeks, Karen gave the young blond a pat on the butt and said with a chuckle,
"There you go, 'Blondy'.  You're all set.  You have a nice day now, and I'll see you this
evening."  Smiling at Sandy's Principal, the large girl returned to her seat.

After receiving permission to stand up, Sandy was lead to the shower area.  There
she was bathed by two young men from the observation gallery while the others
watched.  The bathers took great care to clean Sandy very thoroughly.  Following
her bath, the observers filed out and Sandy was escorted by her Coach to her first
class of day.  Today she would be schooled in masturbation.

For the next several weeks, after classes, Sandy would be met by Karen.  From that
point on until the next morning, Karen was in charge.  Karen was very thorough in
her instruction techniques.  By the end of her period with Karen, young Sandy
Winters was well versed in the ways of lesbian love making.  Karen taught Sandy
how to orally pleasure a female among other things.  For many weeks the two girls
slept together each night.  If the truth be known, however, Sandy didn't get much
real sleep.  Karen seemed to have an almost insatiable appetite for sex, and Sandy
was kept very busy until the wee hours of the morning.  Karen had been given
permission by Sandy's Principal to take whatever liberties with the young blond she
chose, with one exception.  Under no circumstances was Sandy's virginity to be
disturbed.  She was to remain "intact".  Under Karen's tutelage, Sandy received
quite an education.

Sandy awoke to find herself in Karen's arms, as was the norm these days.  The
pretty, young blond tried not to stir as she lay there contemplating her situation. 
Sandy's large companion lay curled up close behind her with her right hand cupping
Sandy's left breast.  Sandy took a slow, deep breath.  A tear trickled down her
cheek.  "How had this happened?" she wondered.  One day she was a promising
young student with many friends and several boys 'in tow'.  Then the next thing she
knew she was trapped in this horrible place.  The two girls lay naked on the king
sized bed.  The rumpled satin sheets were littered with every kind of sex toy
imaginable, all of which had been used on Sandy or by her the night before.    Sandy
shivered in the cool room air.  Karen moaned, stirring in her slumber.  She squeezed
Sandy's breast.  Sandy held her breath.  The young blond knew it was too late
however, when she felt her large, gay companion kiss her on the back of her neck. 
Then Karen released Sandy's small breast and allowed her hand to move slowly down
over Sandy's flat tummy, eventually to come to rest over her pussy.  Sandy bit her
lower lip as Karen kissed her on the neck again while she slipped a finger between
Sandy's vulva and began to toy with her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive organ in small,
deliberate circles.  Sandy's day had begun.  There was no more time for idle
thought.  

After making love with Karen, which took almost two hours, Sandy was taken to the
bathroom where she went through her usual morning routine.  Following her
toiletries, Sandy and Karen had a bath together, after which Karen, with a crafty
smile wished Sandy a pleasant day and departed her company.

"Good morning, Mr. Neilson," said Head Master North as he entered the observation
room.

"Good morning, Mr. North.  It's good to see you again."

"Miss Winters has made tremendous progress over the past few weeks.  She has
virtually ceased all resistance to handling and has even taken on a female lover.  We
are quite pleased."

"That.. That's very nice, Mr. North, but is she still....?"

"Intact, Mr. Neilson?" North said with a smile, using Neilson's term.

"Uhh.. Yes... Intact," Sandy's step-father agreed.

"Indeed, she is, Mr. Neilson, but I wish to state once again for the record that I
have grave concerns with regard to your plan of action.  I believe it would be far
better in the long run if you allow us to deflower your step-daughter in the
customary manner.  I am afraid that your participation may come back to haunt you
later on."

"Your concerns are duly noted, Mr. North, but I insist," Neilson said stubbornly.

Both men turned to face the large, one way observation window when they saw the
door on the other side of the adjacent training room open and young Sandy Winters
enter accompanied by her Principal.

Sandy looked stunning.  Her long, blond tresses were combed and shining and lay like
a golden cape over her shoulders and down her narrow back, ending just above her
shapely bottom.  Neilson felt a stirring in his groin as her took in his beautiful
fifteen year old step-daughter, soon to be his.  Today, in deference to her
impending deflowering, Sandy was adorned with a black velvet collar.  Naked other
than her collar, Sandy's lithe young body glowed in the warm room lighting.   Her
small pointed breasts were topped with tight, little, pink nipples, erect from the air
conditioning.  Neilson's mouth started to water as his eyes locked onto the small
tuft of curly, blond hair which crowned his step-daughter's pubic mound.  While the
two men watched, Sandy was lead to a chair and instructed to sit.  Before she did,
however, Neilson noticed that Sandy was still fitted with her butt plug.  Neilson
smiled inwardly when he saw the young teenager wince when she sat, the rubber
device no doubt probing her delicate internal tissues.

"As I mentioned when we last spoke, Mr. Neilson," North said, breaking Jim
Neilson's revery.  "You will be allowed to participate in Miss Winters' deflowering,
but only if you follow certain guidelines."  Neilson turned to the Head Master, a
concerned expression on his face.  "We must take steps to insure that your step-
daughter does not realize who it is who is handling her."

"But..," Neilson began to object.

"Please, Mr. Neilson.  Hear me out," North said raising a hand.  "You must realize
that what you will be doing here is raping your step-daughter.  In spite of her
training I can practically guarantee you that she will not submit voluntarily to
vaginal sex with you or anyone else for that matter.  It is for this reason that we
usually employ the services of a trained Handler.  A person who knows how to force
himself upon a young girl without damaging her.  Furthermore, once the deed is
done, Miss Winters would never see that person again, so no deep routed
resentments can be formed by her toward him.  If, on the other hand, Miss Winters
were to realized that it is you who is taking her, it may have serious, deleterious
effects upon the future of your relationship together.  Do I make myself clear, Mr.
Neilson?"

Neilson was shocked.  He had very much wanted to experience to the fullest the
taking of his haughty, young step-daughter.  He wanted to watch Sandy's facial
expression as he forced his throbbing hard cock to the hilt in her tender cunt.  His
objection must have been obvious on his face, because as Neilson opened his mouth
to reply to North's ultimatum, the Head Master again held up a hand, silencing him in
mid-syllable.  

"Before you get upset, Mr. Neilson, let me explain my plan."

Mollified for the moment, Neilson nodded his consent.

"If I might direct your attention to the training room, Mr. Neilson."  Neilson looked
through the one-way glass to see that Sandy's Principal was holding the young girl's
chin up while he applied what appeared to be eye drops to Sandy's eyes.  "What you
see here, Mr. Neilson is Miss Winters' primary Handler applying special eye drops. 
These drops will render your young step-daughter partially blind, temporarily, of
course.  She will be able to distinguish shapes only, no details.  Miss Winters will
know that she is being taken by a man, but will be totally unable to recognize him,
unless, of course, the man divulges his identity by speaking or making any sound
which might identify him to her.  In other words, Mr. Neilson, if you are discrete,
you should be able to have sex with your step-daughter without jeopardizing your
future relationship.  If, however, you allow her to identify you, not only can I not
vouch for your future plans with Miss Winters, but I will have no choice but to
insist that her stay with The Center be terminated immediately.  Do you understand
me, Mr. Neilson?"

Neilson was busy watching the proceedings in the training room on the other side of
the one-way glass.  While he watched, Sandy's Principal finished administering the
eye drops to the young teenager, then quickly exited the room, leaving her to gaze
about blinking.  In just a few minutes, the blond beauty was practically unable to
see anything other than vague shapes and outlines.  While Neilson watched, Sandy
rose from her seat and started to feel her way around the room.  At one point, she
actually bumped into the big one-way glass, her beautiful young body only inches
from her salivating step-father.

"Mr. Neilson," said North.  "Do you understand the conditions of this exercise?" he
asked repeating himself.

Neilson placed his hand on the glass over one of Sandy's small breasts as the young
teen cast her impaired gaze around to room, stunned and confused.  His mouth was
as dry as sand.  "Yes, I... I understand," Neilson muttered, lost in thoughts of lust. 
At that point in time, he would have agreed to almost anything.

"Very well then.  I will have Miss Winters transferred to another chamber in our
facility."  North stepped to an intercom panel on the wall near the door and after
pressing a button, he muttered something unintelligible into the panel speaker. 
Immediately, two Handlers entered the room on the other side of the glass.  Sandy
shied away from the two men at first, but was soon led from the room, stumbling
slightly as she went.  "Please follow me, Mr. Neilson," North said flatly.

Jim Neilson was led into a small room in the center of which stood an odd looking
chair.  Not recognizing the device as the close relative of a birthing chair, Neilson
circled it, staring at it curiously.  The plastic, anatomically shaped seat stood at
about the same height as a barber's chair and had controls that would allow it to be
raised or lowered to any height.  The seat back could also be raised or lowered
allowing the person seated in the chair to be sat up straight or leaned back into a
recumbent position.  The real distinguishing feature of the chair was the seat itself. 
Upon closer inspection, Neilson noted that the seat bottom was split into two
sections such that the occupant's thighs would be cradled and supported leaving
their buttox unconstrained and accessible.  Attached to the seat were two six inch
wide plastic extensions which ended in stainless steel stirrups.  There was no doubt
in Neilson's mind what they were for.  The leg extensions were articulated such that
they could be adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and down.  On
the sides of the chair were arm rests.  These rests, like the leg extensions were
adjustable.  Also, like the leg rests, they were equipped with nylon restraint straps
which fastened with velcro closures.  Upon a second inspection, Neilson noticed a
padded restraint band attached to a head rest at neck level.  From what he could
tell, a person could be restrained in this device by the throat, arms and legs,
rendering them totally immobile and helpless.

"What do you think of our 'Cooperation Seat'?" North said, interrupting Neilson's
pondering.  "I assume you've guessed it's purpose."

"I have indeed," Neilson said, turning to face his host.  "It looks like once again, your
wonderful institution has thought of everything.  When do we get started?" 
Neilson was becoming very impatient.  His heart raced as he considered what was
about to occur.  He was about to fulfill a dream, to have sex with his beautiful,
young step-daughter.  To slide his cock deep into the beautiful body of the girl who
had shunned him ever since he had married her mother.  In spite of his best efforts
at seduction, Sandy had repulsed his advances.  Now she would be his.  He would be
her first.  No one could take that away from him.  Nothing Sandy could do would
ever reverse the fact that the first cock to enter her vagina would be his. 
Regaining his wits, Neilson turned to Adam North and said, "I want this video taped. 
I want to some day be able to show my step-daughter who it was who took her
virginity today."

After a brief pause, North replied, "Very well, Mr. Neilson.  That can be arranged,
but I caution you not to divulge your identity to Miss Winters until your relationship
with her is very well established.  She still has several weeks of training ahead of
her before she will be malleable enough for you to approach sexually on a regular
basis."

"I understand, Mr. North," Neilson responded.  "Now, please, I am anxious to
begin."

North smiled knowingly then replied, "Very well.  Please disrobe and take a seat in
that chair over there."  He nodded toward a straight backed metal chair against the
far wall.  "I will say this once, Mr. Neilson, so listen up," North said in a commanding
tone of voice.  "From this point on it will be in your best interest to remain
completely silent, before, during and after your experience with Miss Winters.  Do
I make myself clear?  If she recognizes you, all bets are off and this exercise will
be concluded."

Resenting North's tone of voice, Neilson nodded his consent, none the less.  He
began to remove his clothes, his heart racing at an almost scary pace.

After acknowledging Neilson's gesture of cooperation, North turned to leave. 
Before he did, however he turned to say, "A crew will be in shortly to set up the
video equipment you've requested.  Shortly after that, your step-daughter will be
brought in and restrained in the 'Cooperation Seat'.  After that, you will be left
alone to have your way with her.  You may take as long as you like.  Be advised also
that she has been given the Norplant contraceptive so you may feel free to
ejaculate inside of her without fear of unplanned impregnation.  Enjoy yourself and
your step-daughter, Mr. Neilson.  I would like to chat with you when you are
finished, please."

"That'll be my pleasure, Mr. North," said a grinning Jim Neilson as he pealed his shirt
over his head.  North left.  After he finished undressing, Neilson took a seat on the
chair as instructed.  Within minutes, two men entered and set up a video camera on
a tripod.  After aiming it at the 'Cooperation Seat' they gave a slightly embarrassed
Neilson brief instructions on its operation then left the room.  

Neilson sat waiting for what seemed like hours before at long last the door on the
other side of the room opened.  As the lovely, blond teenager was escorted into the
room, Neilson gasped.  Not for the last time he thought how beautiful the fifteen
year old girl really was.  Now up close and in the same room, Sandy was
breathtaking.  

Still blinded by the eye drops she'd been given, Sandy looked around the room, not
seeing Neilson who blended in with the rest of the blur.  Having never been in this
particular room before, Sandy had no idea what was in store for her.  Unable to
recognize the "Cooperation Seat" for what it was, the young teen didn't resist when
her Handlers led her to the device.  I wasn't until they sat her down in it that Sandy
began to get feelings of foreboding.  Then when the two men began to fasten the
restraint straps, Sandy started to get really alarmed.  Knowing better than to say
anything, however, the young girl offered only passive resistance.  After a few
minutes, Sandy Winters found herself strapped to the ominous seat.  A padded
strap encircled her throat allowing her to move her head, but not to rise from the
chair.  Her arms were bound at her wrists and elbows to the arm rests and her legs
were restrained at her thighs knees and ankles.  Sandy was unable to move much at
all.   She had a very bad feeling about her present situation.  

Soon her Handlers left the room leaving Sandy in silence.  Even though she couldn't
see clearly, Sandy sensed the presence of another person in the room.  Sure
enough, after a moment or two, a blurred form approached her from the other side
of the room.  As hard as she tried to focus her eyes, Sandy was unable to recognize
the individual who now stood directly in front of her, not more than three feet
away.  The silence was creepy.  Then Sandy felt the person's hands on her knees. 
After several weeks in The Center, Sandy had been conditioned not to resist the
advances of any Handler.  So when the mystery person applied pressure to the
insides of her knees, spreading her legs slowly apart, Sandy allowed it.  Once her
legs were spread widely apart, the man leaned over her to adjust something on the
side of the seat.  Sandy heard a click.  When she then experimented by trying to
close her legs together, Sandy found she was unable to.  Her legs were locked
apart.  What really caused the teenager concern was that she thought she
recognized a somehow familiar scent emanating from the individual now standing
between her spread thighs.  

"Somewhere she'd smelled that scent before," the young blond thought to herself. 
Her speculation was interrupted when the man moved out from between Sandy's
legs and stepped around behind the seat out of her line of sight.  The next thing
Sandy felt was the mans hands on either side of her face, softly stroking her
cheeks.  Next the mystery man leaned around from behind her and kissed her neck. 
Then he moved his hands from her face down to cup her breasts.  Kissing her on her
neck and shoulders, the man began to massage Sandy's small breasts, pinching her
nipples between his fingers and rolling them slowly from side to side.  Sandy held
very still as she'd been taught.  After a few minutes, her mystery lover, removed
his hands from her breasts.  A moment later Sandy was leaned back as the man
adjusted the back of the chair, lowering her so that she was almost completely
reclined.  After placing a hand gently on her cheek, the man stepped around the
chair and again stood between Sandy's legs.  He then placed his hands on Sandy's
knees.  This time, he started slowly moving his hands up Sandy's thighs until at last
his thumbs made contact with her vulva.  He then started to move his thumbs in
slow deliberate circles alternately opening and closing Sandy's pussy lips so that she
could feel the chill room air on her moist inner lips.  Then suddenly the man reached
down with one hand and quickly removed Sandy's anal plug.  The young blond
shivered involuntarily as the eight inch hard, rubber plug was withdrawn from her
rectal passage.  Sandy whimpered softly as with his other hand the man began to
rub her clitoral area sending waves of electric sensations throughout her young
body.  Unable to control the natural reactions of her physiology, Sandy felt herself
begin to get warm "down there".  She started to moisten as well.  

Much to her delight, Sandy's lover, Karen had discovered what a wet young girl
Sandy Winters could be when aroused.  To Sandy's continuing dismay, the young
teenager found that she was totally unable to control this natural biological reaction
to sexual stimulation.  As she lay helplessly strapped to the strange seat at the
mercy of an unknown Handler, Sandy found herself becoming wetter and wetter as
the man continued his attentions.  Sandy stared with blurred vision at the ceiling
over her chair and was therefore unaware that the man had stooped down, bringing
his face between her thighs.

Sandy had had cunnilingus performed on her before by Karen on many an occasion,
and she had been made to reciprocate, eating the larger girl's very hairy pussy until
Karen came in Sandy's face.  Recently, this had become a regular part of Sandy's
morning.  Most days, Sandy was not allowed to wash her face after having oral sex
with Karen and therefore carried the big girl's scent on her mouth and cheeks for
the rest of the day.  Today had been different for some unknown reason, however. 
Before being led to the strange new room where she now found herself, Sandy had
been bathed and perfumed as if she were being prepared for something special.  

Neilson heard his sexy little step-daughter gasp in a breath when his tongue first
made contact with her most intimate flesh.  "God, she tasted good!" Neilson thought
as his tongue to began its exploration between Sandy's moist labia.  As much as he
was tempted to stand up and plunge his cock into Sandy's virgin cunt, Neilson
controlled himself.  Taking his time, he reveled in the sweet perfumed scent of his
step-daughter.  "She's a wet one," Neilson thought to himself as he gently kissed
Sandy's small inner lips which glistened with a mixture of his saliva and her female
juices.  Neilson wiggled the tip of his tongue between those soft lips, tasting the
teen's tangy, salty nectar.  

Sandy struggled to remain silent as she'd been taught.  As mentioned earlier, Sandy
had been eaten before, but this was somehow different.  The sensations which shot
through the young girl as a result of her newest lover's oral attentions were more
intense.   Her hips began to move slowly, reflexively.  Her lover's tongue continued
its explorations, dipping into areas never before visited, but which unexplainably
begged to be probed.  "Why hadn't Karen done it like this?" Sandy wondered idly.  

Then the first stinging sensation coursed through her causing Sandy's thighs to
quiver.  Forgetting herself, Sandy squealed more in surprise than from the pain
which actually was quite minimal.  She thought she heard her mystery lover murmur
something, but wasn't sure.  

"Yes, sweetheart," Neilson murmured into Sandy's pussy, forgetting himself as well. 
He felt the young teen move her hips upward, pressing herself against his mouth. 
With his thumbs, he spread Sandy's lips open wide giving him better access to her
vaginal opening.  Before proceeding, Neilson studied Sandy.  Her inner lips were
swollen and glistening with moisture.  Between the soft flaps of dark pink skin
winked her unexplored vaginal opening, gateway to unimaginable pleasures. 
Stiffening his tongue, Neilson pressed its tip into Sandy's vagina eliciting yet
another gasp from the young teen.  Neilson then pressed his lips against Sandy's
opening and began to suckle her.  Her taste was ambrosia.  The teenager's hips now
moved in a slow regular motion, up and down in time to her step-father's oral
administrations.  From time to time, Neilson would probe the resilient little
membrane that separated Sandy from womanhood.  Each time he was rewarded with
a whimper or a gasp.  He buried his face between the young girl's thighs and
feasted, covering his cheeks, nose and chin with silky sweet juices.  His young step-
daughter was quite obviously responding to his attentions.  In spite of herself,
Sandy had become extremely wet and swollen in her vaginal area.  Her breathing
rate had markedly increased and her pelvic motions became far more aggressive as
she unconsciously sought to follow her step-father's tongue with her sex.  Neilson
suspected that the teenager was very close to orgasm.  It was time.

Neilson stood between his step-daughter's legs and gazed down at the lovely, young
blond.  Sandy's face and neck were flushed a deep pink.  The insides of her thighs
were glistening wet with a combination of saliva and vaginal fluid.  Her breathing was
still heavy although while he watched, Sandy relaxed somewhat.  Neilson reluctantly
tore his gaze away from Sandy long enough to step once again behind the chair
where he fidgeted with the controls.  After a moment he was able to raise the seat
back up so that Sandy was once again in a more or less seated position, reclining only
slightly with her legs spread widely apart.  Satisfied with the chair setting at last,
Neilson moved slowly around his beautiful step-daughter, taking in every inch of her
young body, her neck, her shoulders, her small breasts, her flat, muscular tummy,
the inviting tuft of damp, blond hair between her slim thighs.  It was time.

Neilson stepped between Sandy's legs.  His face was not more than a foot from
that of his step-daughter.  He could smell Sandy's breath, warm on his lips when she
breathed.  He looked into her blue eyes.  Her pupils were large and black, dilated
both from the eye drops as well as from her arousal.  Neilson could tell she was
trying to focus, trying to recognize the man who stood before her.  The young teen
gasped when Neilson covered her small breasts with his hands.  As she had been
taught, Sandy looked directly at the blurred face of the man who handled her. 
Neilson took her tiny nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinched gently. 
Sandy's eyes widened slightly, but she remained silent.  

With his right hand, Neilson reached down and grasped his manhood.  He had never
been so hard in his life.  

Not being an overly large man, Neilson was, none the less reasonably well endowed. 
He looked down at the throbbing purple head of his cock, the head glistening with a
drop of pre-cum.  His eight inch shaft was heavily veined, but not all that big
around.  "Here we go," he thought, bending his knees slightly.  He then placed his
left hand on Sandy's right cheek.  He leaned forward and kissed her softly on her
pink lips.  Sandy quickly returned the kiss as she'd been taught, never suspecting
what was about to happen.  Leaning back so that he could get a good look at Sandy's
facial expressions, Neilson slowly brought the head of his cock up and into contact
with the soft wet inner lips of his step-daughter's pussy.

It was a new sensation for Sandy, when something very hot and smooth touched her
down there.  Karen had touched her there with various sex toys, vibrators and the
like, but this was different.  Sandy squirmed in the chair as her lover began to move
the hot object up and down against her.

"She's so beautiful!" Neilson thought to himself, seeing the look of confusion and
curiosity grow on Sandy's face.  She bit her lower lip.  He slowly moved the
throbbing head of his prick up and down in the hot, wet valley between the swollen
lips of his step-daughter's virgin pussy.  Soon not only the head of his cock, but
most of his fist were covered with silky juice.  Neilson paused, pressing the head of
his manhood against the gates of heaven.  He smiled as he watched a look of
surprise gradually turn to one of mild alarm.  Neilson pushed with his knees and hips. 
Sandy squealed in shock and pain.  To Neilson, it felt like trying to force his cock
into a coke bottle.  He pushed harder.  Sandy cried out, slamming her head back
against the head rest of the chair.  She began to struggle ineffectually, trying to
move her hips, anything to stop the pain between her thighs.  Neilson could feel the
muscles tense up in Sandy's forearms when he covered them with his big hands,
trying for leverage by holding onto the chair arms.  Sandy cried out again,
completely disregarding the primary rule of The Center.  

"Easy, baby," Neilson gasped, forgetting himself once again.  Immediately Sandy's
facial expression changed to one shock and suspicion.  Neilson silently berated
himself, "Had Sandy recognized him?"  Then he thought, "No matter, this ought to
distract you, sweetheart."  With that, Neilson pushed up hard with his knees.  

Sandy opened her mouth in a long cry.  The pain between her thighs grew
momentarily intense, then something inside her gave way.  With a low moan, Sandy
Winters became a woman.

The force of his thrust carried Jim Neilson's eight inch cock about half way into the
tight, young ex-virgin, at which point Sandy's vaginal muscles clamped down on him in
an involuntary spasm, halting further penetration into her vaginal passage for the
moment.  Neilson was content to simply watch the play of expressions on his lovely
step-daughter's face as they ranged from pain to the realization of what had just
occurred.  Inside the young girl yet another symphony was playing.  This one in the
form of muscular spasms and contractions the likes of which Jim Neilson had never
before experienced.  His step-daughter was Neilson's first virgin, and Sandy was at
the moment fulfilling his every expectation.  The young teen had a very "athletic"
vagina which presently was trying to adust itself to the invasion of Neilson's cock. 
Unknowingly, Sandy had already begun the process of fucking her step-father.

After a few moments, Neilson moved his hips back and down, slowly extracting
himself from inside his step-daughter.  Sandy shivered in response.  She took two
rapid, shallow breaths.  Neilson, whose face was only inches from that of his
beautiful step-daughter could smell the early scent of arousal on Sandy's breath. 
That unmistakable musky smell, damp and sensual.  As the head of his cock neared
the exit to Sandy's vagina, the young girl's muscles contracted virtually "squirting"
him from inside her.  Looking down, Neilson took his shaft in his right hand.  He
began to rub the tip up and down between Sandy's vulva, coating the head with a
pink mixture of blood and nubile female juices.  Sandy shivered in response.  Neilson
then placed the head of his cock to Sandy's entrance and pushed.  This time he
reveled to the sight of his young step-daughter's flat tummy bulge outward in
response to his rapid penetration.  Using the muscles in both his knees and hips,
Neilson forced his cock ever deeper into the slippery tightness of Sandy's vagina. 
It was a wonderful sensation as the young girl instinctively fought the invasion of
her interior with her powerful vaginal muscles.  Sandy clamped down hard on her
step-father's cock shaft once more halting his progress.  This time, however,
Neilson planned to win.  He continued to exert pressure upward with his knees,
waiting for the moment that Sandy would have to relax her muscles.  After a
moment or two, with a quick exhale followed by a gasping breath, Sandy relaxed her
hold on him.  Neilson was able to gain another inch before she clamped him again. 
Neilson was in heaven.  He watched the expressions of exertion fly over his step-
daughter's beautiful face only inches from his own.  Glancing down quickly, Neilson
noticed Sandy was straining upward against the restraints of the birthing seat, the
nylon straps pressing into the tops of her thighs.  The knuckles of Sandy's hands
shown white as she clenched the arms of the chair.

"He's fucking me!" Sandy's mind screamed in protest.  "I can't see who he is, but he's
fucking me.  Oh owww!  Oh God, No!  Stop!  Oh please, stop!  Oh, ugghh!"  The young
girl squirmed helplessly in the restraints which bound her to the strange chair. 
Sandy tried to hold her breath.  She tried to keep bearing down on the invading
flesh which moved slowly into her, but each time she gasped in a breath of life-
giving air she lost a little more ground.  Each time she breathed Sandy's muscles
relaxed their grip, and the stranger's penis moved relentlessly deeper and deeper. 
At last she felt the warmth of his hairy thighs as they came to rest against her
bottom and the backs of her own quivering thighs.  She heard her lover groan and
felt him flex himself inside her.  Sandy had lost.  She was taken.  Sandy made a soft
groan of her own when her blurred lover leaned forward and began to nibble on her
naked shoulder.

"God, she's marvelous!" Neilson's mind reeled as at last his hairy testicles pressed
against the insides of his step-daughter's ass cheeks.  The last of the resilient flesh
inside his wonderful little step-daughter moved aside and allowed him pass, his cock
head coming to rest in her deepest depths against the muscular little doughnut of
Sandy's cervix.  "She's mine!  At last, she's mine.  Oh how long I've waited for this
moment," Neilson thought.  He leaned down and kissed the lovely teen on her
shoulder and neck.  He breathed in a draft of her intoxicating female scent. 
Neilson wanted to remain like this forever, his cock buried deep in Sandy.  He
flexed his cock and was rewarded with a squeeze.  He sucked on her fragrant neck
and felt her shiver in response.  

After what seemed like hours, Neilson decided to try an experimental stroke.  He
straightened his back and placed his hands over Sandy's wrists on the chair arms. 
In preparation, Neilson moved his hips slowly forward and back a few times, working
his shaft inside his step-daughter, attempting to loosen her hold on him a bit.  The
beautiful, blond teenager gazed up at him.  The pupils of her bright, blue eyes were
dilated to the point that they looked like black pools.  The expression on Sandy's
face was worth all the money Neilson had spent to arrive at this very place.  There
was wonder and loathing, fear and pain all wrapped up in a beautiful package for
Neilson's enjoyment.  While he gazed at Sandy's face, Neilson moved his hips back,
slowly extracting himself from within her.  Sandy's eyes closed and she leaned her
head back against the headrest.  A fragrant breath issued from the young teenager
puffing out her flushed cheeks.  Neilson glanced down to see his cock shaft,
glistening with moisture, emerge inch by inch from the confines of his step-
daughter's vagina.  Sandy's small labia were pulled outward as they clung to him. 
After only a brief pause, Neilson looked back up at Sandy's lovely face.  The young
teen lay back in the chair breathing heavily.  Neilson felt her relax slightly inside. 
With all the force he could muster, Neilson rammed his cock upward.

"Mmmmmuuugghhh!" Sandy groaned.  "Nnnooooooo!" she wailed aloud as her mystery
lover's cock shot upward into her tender interior.  Sandy tried to struggle in the
chair, but it was useless of course.  Before she could draw another breath, her
lover took another stroke, causing Sandy's head to rock back into the headrest. 
Sandy gasped in a breath which was promptly knocked out of her by the next
hammering thrust. 

Neilson was in the process of getting up a methodical, hammering rhythm when
unexpectedly the door to the small chamber opened and in walked a rather large
girl.  Embarrassed, Neilson halted his fucking of his step-daughter momentarily and
stared abashedly at the big girl.  None too pretty was she, big boned and broad
shouldered, but with an air of authority, Karen stepped quickly to the side of the
Cooperation Seat, standing just out of Sandy's blurred field of vision.  Neilson
opened his mouth to speak but was promptly cut off by Karen's upraised hand.

"Hello, Blondy," Karen said, flashing a wicked grin in Neilson's direction.  Startled,
Sandy turned her head quickly in the direction of the familiar voice.  "The
Headmaster told me you were getting fucked today," Karen went on matter-of-
factly.  "I do wish I could have been here to see the expression on your face when
you got your cherry popped," the big girl said with a chuckle.  "I'll bet that was a
pretty sight indeed.  She's so pretty, isn't she guy?" Karen said nodding at Neilson
who tried to think of an answer but was again interrupted.  "I know she's a wet little
thing, and I'll just bet she's tight as a cat's ass too!"  Karen winked lewdly at
Neilson.  "Let's have a little kiss, Blondy," the big girl said.  Placing a hand on Sandy's
cheek, Karen leaned around the seat back and planted her mouth firmly over
Sandy's.  

Neilson looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the fact that he still had his
cock buried to the hilt in his step-daughter.  Karen kissed Sandy long and hard right
there, just inches in front of him, the big girl's jaw muscles working furiously as she
explored Sandy's mouth with her tongue.  Sandy didn't seem to resist in the
slightest.  In fact, Neilson felt the teen relax a little, so conditioned was she to
Karen's touch.

After several long minutes, Karen pulled her mouth away from Sandy's with an
audible "smack".  Then turning to Neilson, she said, "OK, guy.  Go ahead and fuck
her.  Don't let me stop you two love birds.  You want him to fuck you, don't you
Blondy?" Karen cooed in Sandy's left ear.  When the young blond didn't respond,
Karen said again, "Don't you, Blondy!  Go ahead.  I give you permission to answer. 
Tell the man how much you want him to fuck you."

Sandy looked from the blur she knew to be Karen to the blur standing between her
thighs, the blur connected to the rock hard cock in her belly, then back toward
Karen.  Shaking her head and whimpering, Sandy felt totally helpless.  "Tell him,
Blondy," Karen said in a much more commanding voice.  Placing her hand over Sandy's
left breast, the big girl began to squeeze the tender organ.  

Groaning from the dull ache that spread through her chest and tummy, Sandy
turned back to her mystery lover.  "Fuck me," she whispered.

"What?  I didn't hear you, Blondy.  Did you hear her guy?" Karen grinned at Neilson
who stood dumbfounded.  "I don't think he heard you either, Blondy.  What was it
you said?"

Sandy, looking totally crushed and humiliated, surrendered, and in as emotionless a
tone of voice as she could muster said flatly, "I want you to fuck me."

"Say please," Karen cooed from over Sandy's shoulder and look at him when you ask. 
She pinched Sandy's nipple.

"Please, fuck me," Sandy said after a long pause, staring directly at the blurred
image which stood between her legs.

Jim Neilson couldn't believe what he was hearing.  It was like music.  His beautiful,
fifteen year old step-daughter had just "asked" him to fuck her.  Neilson gulped
then looked at the large girl standing beside Sandy's chair.  Karen simply smiled then
nodded.  Neilson had never had sex with someone while another person watched. 
The experience, although a bit embarrassing, was somehow extremely erotic.  And
given the circumstances of just who it was that he was fucking, Neilson thought he
could probably get used to an audience.  Squaring his shoulders, he gazed at his
step-daughter's lovely face and got down to business.

Jim gave up on his initial hammering thrusts intended to impress the young girl in
favor of a slower, more measured tempo.  He wanted Sandy to feel every inch of
him.  Neilson could feel the rippling spasms of young Sandy's vaginal muscles as the
head of his cock traveled from one end of her birth canal to the other then back in
long even strokes.  At first Sandy's eyes sprang open wide and staring as she
experienced the new sensations of a male organ inside her.  Then after a few
minutes, the young teenager resigned herself to her fate.  Her breathing took on
the same rhythm as that of her lover's thrusts.  Sandy's blue eyes gradually became
almost glazed then slowly closed as her head fell back against the headrest of the
Cooperation Seat.  Sandy's mouth opened and her breaths became short pants.  At
one point Neilson leaned forward and covered the young girl's mouth with his own,
kissing her deeply.  Almost unconsciously Sandy returned his kisses.  Then Neilson
leaned back again to watch the show.

Glancing downward he took in his step-daughter's lovely body once again.  Her neck
and chest were now flushed a bright shade of pink.  Sandy's flat, muscular tummy
bulged outward with each of his traverses into her.  Further down, Neilson noted
that Sandy's blond tuft of pubic curls had become damp and matted, the hairs
glistening with moisture.  Her inner thighs were likewise coated with perspiration
and vaginal fluids.  When Neilson withdrew his cock from the confines of Sandy's
pussy, its shaft was heavily coated with silky, milky fluid.  Neilson could feel hot
juices begin to run down the sides of his scrotum and drip onto the floor beneath
the Cooperation Seat.

Neilson increased his tempo.  At first Sandy's only reaction was to roll her head
slowly from side to side as much as the throat restraint of the chair would allow. 
Then as Neilson continued to increase both his pace and the force with which he
delivered himself to her, Sandy opened her eyes.  Even had she been able to see
clearly it is doubtful that Sandy would have rejected her lover at this point in time. 
The beautiful, blond girl stared virtually sightlessly at her lover.  What Jim Neilson
saw upon his step-daughter's face was that "inward gaze" that graces a woman when
she begins to focus everything on her womb.  It is the beginning stage of induced
orgasm.  

Sandy's mind reeled.  She had long since given up trying to struggle or to prevent
the inevitable, but since this was her first time, the teenager really didn't know
what to expect.  

Sandy and her young friends had looked at a few "girly" magazines before, and she
had read a few articles in "Cosmo", but other than that, Sandy Winters had lead a
protected existence.  Now her virginity was taken.  She found herself helplessly
strapped down while a stranger's penis moved relentlessly in and out.. in and out.. in
and out.  

Sandy began to fade.  She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back against
the headrest of the chair.  As her lover's rhythm continued unabated, a warmth
began to spread through Sandy's tummy and thighs, creeping slowly down her legs
and up her torso until she felt as if she were glowing.  Up until a few weeks ago,
Sandy had never experienced orgasm, and even after several sessions with her
companion, Karen, the beginning stages were unfamiliar to the young girl.  Sandy
drifted in a warm, wet space, her belly alternately filled and emptied.  Her internal
muscles flowed with the slow rhythm of his love making.

Then, unexpectedly, her lover thrust deeply into her, causing Sandy's eyes to fly
open wide.  The blurred image of her lover began to move faster.  As he did, the
pressure in her tummy increased dramatically.  As Sandy stared up at the man, she
began to hear wet, slapping sounds coming from between her legs.  It was air
trapped in her vagina ahead of her lover's penis being forcibly ejected from her
around his pistoning shaft.  "Pussy farts", Sandy would later be told.  At the
moment, however, these sounds were not of paramount importance to the young
blond.  What was important was the increasing sensations of heat within her.  In
particular between her thighs.  Sandy's blurred vision became laced with swimming
white hot spots.  She found herself breathing in rapid pants, her mouth wide open. 
Suddenly her lover began to kiss her.  Mindlessly Sandy kissed back, allowing his
tongue to dance with hers before sucking greedily at his mouth.  When he withdrew,
Sandy practically slammed her head back.  She clutched at the chair arms.  The
fifteen year old girl was unknowingly ramping up to a climax of marvelous
proportions.

Neilson grabbed the young teen by her narrow waist.  He then put everything he
had into his fucking.  The room resounded with the wet sounds of love.  Neilson
noticed the big companion of Sandy's lean close to her ear and whisper something,
but he was far to engrossed in fucking his step-daughter to care what she might be
saying.

"How's that cock feel, Blondy?" Karen whispered into Sandy's ear.  She could smell
the steamy scent of sex boil off the young teen.  "Is it big?  Is it hard?  Does it
hurt?"

"Ahhhhhh," Sandy groaned, mindlessly.

"That's right, baby.  Fuck that big cock," Karen whispered.  "Squeeze that cock,
Blondy."  She then reached down between Sandy's thighs and began to swirl her
finger over the young girl's fully erect clitoris.  A tremor passed through Sandy.  "I
want you to cum for me now, Blondy.  Cum for me, just like I taught ya."

"Nnnggggg," Sandy moaned rolling her head away then back.

Karen increased the tempo of her clitoral stimulations.  Sandy's eyes opened wide
and staring sightlessly.  Her head shot forward in the restraint practically
strangling her.  "That's my hot little girl.  Cum for the nice man."

When Neilson first detected the beginning spasms in Sandy's vagina he started
fucking her like a demon.  The head of his cock rammed deep into the young teen
with each stroke, hammering at Sandy's moist, tender depths.  He barely noticed
when the big girl beside them put her hand down between Sandy's legs.  Suddenly
Sandy clutched him once, then again.  The athletic little blond arched her back away
from the seat, her tummy practically touching his.  Neilson changed his angle of
attack to compensate for his step-daughter's new vaginal angle, then with all his
remaining strength he thrust his cock upward into her.  Neilson thought surely the
Cooperation Seat would tear loose from the floor due to the power of his thrust.  

In response, Sandy's little bottom came up off the fiberglass cradles beneath her
thighs as far as the restraining straps would allow.  She was virtually suspended on
her step-father's cock.  Karen quickly removed her hand from between Sandy's
sweaty thighs then reached up under the chair seat.  With practiced ease and a pre-
lubricated finger, Karen penetrated Sandy's puckered anus.  Overcoming Sandy's
protesting sphincter muscles, Karen pushed her finger deeply into the young
teenager just before all hell broke loose inside of her.

Sandy caught her step-father in mid-stroke, clamping down on him in a soft steely
grip.  Neilson thought his cock would be torn out by the roots.  As the first of
Sandy's orgasmic contractions eased, Neilson pushed deeply into the lovely, young
girl and held position.  From that point on, Sandy did all the fucking.

Fire leapt through Sandy's mind and body.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...  Gdddddddd!" she
cried aloud.  Later she would be punished for her outburst.  Her climax came upon
her like a tsunami following Karen's helpful anal attentions.  Sandy's mind turned
inward to the finger in her ass and the throbbing cock in her belly.  The rest of her
body tingled and sizzled.  Another wave washed over her.  Her vaginal muscles
instinctively squeezed and milked the penis inside her.  Her rectal muscles did the
same as her companion twisted and flexed her finger.  Sandy heard Karen whisper
"Cum for me Blondy." over and over like a reverberation chamber.

Suddenly, a new sound crept into Sandy's consciousness.  A low gurgling moan.  Deep
inside, Sandy felt a strange swelling occur.  Then without warning, she felt her
lover's hands clutch at her hips, followed by an entirely new sensation.  An odd
pulsing heat erupted inside Sandy followed by a sort of "filling" warmth.  In her dull
witted state of mind, Sandy absent-mindedly pondered this new feeling only briefly
before yet another orgasmic wave of her own washed over her, carrying Sandy to
"Never Never Land".

It was all Neilson could do to control himself.  He had never in all of his somewhat
limited experience with women felt vaginal contractions of such magnitude.  In
seconds his young step-daughter caused him to reach climax.  Neilson struggled to
remain silent as the fire spread through his loins.  He held back, allowing Sandy to
draw his cum from him.  And that she did.  Jim Neilson felt his testicles swell then
"groan" as a veritable torrent of hot semen surged into his step-daughter.  Out of
the corner of his eye he noticed that the big girl beside the chair was now fumbling
beneath the seat.  What she was doing, he cared not.  He thought he heard her
muttering "Cum for me," again and again, but he cared not.  All Jim Neilson cared
about was forcing his cock as deeply as possible into the vaginal passage of his
fifteen year old step-daughter, and delivering to her a load of cum that she would
not soon forget. 

Neilson heard Sandy cry out when his first salvo hit the back of her birth canal. 
Regaining his wits he started to deliver short rapid thrusts to the climaxing teen,
quick-fucking her into yet another orgasm, and causing Sandy to make wide-eyed
hiccuping sounds.  Jim reveled in the feeling of back pressure in Sandy's vagina as
his second volley spurted into her.  The young girl was so tight that so far, none of
his cum had managed to escaped the confines of her vagina.  As he continued his
short, rapid thrusts, however, Jim felt what was a mixture of both his and his step-
daughter's love juices begin to seep from around his hammering cock and run down
his testicles and inner thighs.  Sandy Winters had indeed been filled.

The short jabs jolted Sandy back to some semblance of consciousness.  Although
any degree of coherent thought escaped her, Sandy could sense that her current
sexual episode was drawing to a close.  Slowly a feeling of bliss spread over the
young teenager, gradually overcoming the fire and thrusting pressure in her tummy. 
Sandy allowed herself to bounce wistfully in the Cooperation Seat, propelled upward
by the rapid but slowly ebbing thrusts of her lover's penis.

Then Karen's cold, contemptuous voice cut into Sandy's warm world.  "That was real
nice, Blondy," the big girl said aloud this time.  "I'd say you made the man real
happy." Karen winked at Jim Neilson who was presently leaning heavily on his hands
on the arms of the chair, his cock slowly wilting from within his step-daughter.  "I
think your first fucking was a big success.  I'm just glad I was here to help out." 
Karen chuckled then wiggled her finger inside Sandy's rectum, before slowing pulling
out of her.  "Here, clean my finger, please."  Karen held her smelly finger up to
Sandy's lips.  The young girl obediently opened her mouth.  Taking Karen's finger in,
Sandy tasted the bitter taste of her feces upon it.  While Sandy suckled her
finger, Karen continued, "Well, Blondy.  Now that you're a woman we can play some
fun new games."  Sandy glanced sideways at the big girl.  "That's right, Karen's got
lots of new toys to show you, Blondy.  If you have the chance this afternoon, you
might wanna take a little nap.  I've got a big night planned for us."  Karen removed
her finger from Sandy's mouth.

Neilson had, in the meantime, extracted himself from Sandy and stepped back from
the young girl.  He stood slack jawed listening to what the big companion of Sandy's
was saying.  His step-daughter's training would go on.  Neilson smiled.  He was a
happy and satisfied man.

Reaching her hand down between Sandy's thighs, Karen effortlessly slipped her
middle finger into Sandy's vagina, a place she had been forbidden to visit before
now.  Sandy inhaled a quick gasp and stared at Karen, disbelief and confusion on her
pretty face.  When Sandy turned her way, Karen took advantage of the situation
and leaned down for a kiss.  As she brought her mouth close to Sandy's, the lovely
blond parted her lips and accepted Karen's tongue into her mouth.  

Neilson watched astounded as the two girls kissed, the big girl's finger moving
slowly in and out of his step-daughter's vaginal opening.  Karen reveled in the feeling
of the soft, moist and swollen tissues inside her young charge.  "Tonight would be
magical," the big lesbian mused as she slowly finger fucked the helpless blond
strapped in the Cooperation Seat.  Karen explored the interior of Sandy's mouth for
several minutes with her tongue while she continued her manual attentions between
Sandy's thighs.  When at one point, Karen slipped her finger from inside Sandy to
find her small but swollen clitoris, she felt a tremor pass through the little blond. 
"Oh, yes.  Tonight will be magical!"  Before ending her handling of young Sandy
Winters, ex-virgin, Karen cupped the teenager's full and damp pussy in her big hand. 
She pulled her mouth from Sandy's and began to give her short "pecks" on her lips
causing Sandy to respond in kind while she squeezed and rubbed her freshly fucked
sex.

Although Karen's attentions were not altogether unpleasant, Sandy experienced the
usual feelings of confusion always associated with her love making with Karen. 
Sandy put those feelings aside for the present and concentrated on kissing her
companion as she was expected to do.  Her mystery lover had faded into the
background, never to be seen by her again, or at least as far as Sandy knew.  When
at last Karen had satisfied herself, she stood and quickly left the chamber.  Sandy
Winters sat alone in the strange chair in the center of the room.  Semen continued
to drip from her, forming a clear puddle on the tile floor beneath her seat.  Sandy's
first day as a woman had begun.

Sandy's lover reached around her torso and took her breasts in his large hands.  As
he began to kneed the two small but shapely organs he pulled Sandy up into a
standing position.  His enormous cock remained buried deep inside her, causing
tremendous pressure and a good bit of pain inside the young girl's belly.

Sandy had only been allowed to rest for brief period of time following her
deflowering earlier this morning, and now here she was, being fucked for the second
time in her short life by another complete stranger.  Although every sexual position
was new to her, Sandy quickly realized that being taken from behind could be the
most painful given the amount of penetration that was possible.  That coupled with
the fact that this Handler was huge, led to the outburst of audible grunts and
groans that Sandy had made early in this session.

Sandy gasped as her lover stood up straight.  The man had to be six and a half feet
tall.  The effect of his standing upright caused Sandy's feet to actually leave the
floor.  Before the young blond knew what was happening she found herself hanging
in the air impaled on a penis of enormous length and girth.  Sandy's next punishable
outburst was a staccato groan mixed with several hiccuping gasps as her lover
began to quick-fuck her.  The pain was mind numbing.  Sandy's arms and legs hung
limp, jerking convulsively to the big man's humping rhythm.  Her current lover held
Sandy by her tender breasts and bounced her on his monster organ for several
minutes.  

Sandy's head Coach sat a few feet away watching impassively as the young blond
was fucked senseless by the big Handler.  

Deke, his name was.  Deke was usually chosen as the second lover for a recently
deflowered client.  His physical endowment and sexual stamina were useful in
teaching a girl what the human male organ was truly capable of.  It could be the
giver of immense pleasure or tremendous pain.

Sandy's Principal looked on as his young charge's eyes began to glaze over.  He
silently made a few notes on his pad.

Minutes turned into hours and hours became an eternity for Sandy Winters as her
abdominal organs were rearranged by the pile driver in her belly.  When Sandy at
last lost consciousness, her entire being was centered around the massive penis
inside of her.  For Sandy Winters the universe was two inches in diameter and
thirteen inches long.

When Sandy regained consciousness it was late afternoon.  She had been sedated
just shortly after she passed out as a result of Deke's attentions.  Disoriented at
first, Sandy stared blankly from the big bed she lay in.  Slowly she began to make
sense of her surroundings as the familiar furnishings of the room she shared with
her companion, Karen swam into view.  After a minute or two the dull ache in her
belly began to come into focus.

"Mmmm," Sandy moaned.  She stirred slightly.  She lay on her left side.  The dull
pain radiated lower.  Slowly Sandy reached a hand down exploring gently between
her legs and the source of the pain.  What the teenager found there was a damp
cloth tucked against her sex.  When Sandy pressed lightly on the cloth, pain shot
through her abdomen.  "Ohhh!" Sandy cried softly.  The memories of her earlier
experiences began to flood home.

"Well, look who's awake at last." an all too familiar voice spoke from behind Sandy. 
"I thought you were going to sleep all day, Blondy."  

Sandy felt the mattress compress as the big lesbian climbed onto the bed behind
her.  Closing her eyes, Sandy awaited the inevitable.  Soon Sandy felt Karen's hot
breath against her right ear, followed by some soft nibbles.  This was how it always
began.  Karen's idea of foreplay was a few nibbles on the ear followed by some very
brief fondling.  The big girl reached over Sandy from behind and cupped her right
breast.  Sandy shivered.

"My, my, but we've had a busy day today.  Haven't we, Blondy," Karen cooed as she
nestled up close behind her young blond captive.  The big girl began to pinch Sandy's
nipple.  "That's my girl," Karen chuckled, feeling the soft nub begin to harden under
her expert touch.  After toying with Sandy's tits for awhile, Karen began to explore
further down.  As she nibbled at Sandy's shoulder and the side of her neck, Karen's
hand traveled down Sandy's flank over her shapely hip then back to squeeze and
kneed the firm flesh of Sandy's right buttock.  It wasn't until Karen's fingers began
to tickle up and down Sandy's ass crack that the young blond realized she wasn't
fitted with her butt plug for the first time in weeks.  Her empty anal passage was
soon filled, however, by one and then two of Karen's probing fingers causing a dull
pain to spread up Sandy's lower back and down the backs of her thighs.

Karen made no comment, but continued to probe and nibble.  Sandy moaned softly in
response.  Karen at least was more lenient when it came to Sandy making sounds
while being administered to.  In fact, Sandy believe that the big lesbian teenager
actually enjoyed hearing acknowledgment of her attentions from time to time. 
After a few minutes Karen removed her fingers from Sandy's rear and brought
them up to the young blond's mouth for cleaning.  After Sandy finished with this
duty, she found herself being rolled gently but irresistibly onto her back by her
much stronger companion.  Karen, propped up on an elbow, smiled down on Sandy
from her position beside her young charge.  Without a word, the big girl leaned
slowly down, opening her mouth as she went.  Sandy, in response parted her lips as
their mouths met, allowing Karen access.  The big girl kissed her deeply for quite
sometime, while with her left hand, she squeezed and fondled Sandy's breasts. 
Sandy, in compliance with her training, took one of Karen's large tits in her small
hand and began to rub, pinching the nipple from time to time.

Sandy hated these encounters with Karen.  Besides the fact that Sandy still derived
no real pleasure from same sex acts, Karen in particular was very unpleasant to be
with.  The big girl usually had very bad breath.  Her breasts were large and floppy
and had small hairs around the perimeter of the areola.  Karen's thighs were meaty
and muscular, and on the occasions where Sandy was expected to orally please the
big dike, she would find herself practically suffocating between large hairy thighs
and full wet vulva covered with coarse matted dark pubic hair.  In Karen's defense,
though, she was usually reasonably gentle with Sandy.  This was not always the case
with some of her Handlers.

This day was no exception.  While the big lesbian kissed the young blond, her hand
began its trip "south".  Karen rubbed Sandy's flat tummy for several minutes, paying
particular attention to the area over her uterus.  This massage actually felt pretty
good to the young teen whose insides were still rather sore.  When at last Karen
moved her hand down to cup Sandy's pussy after removing the towel, the young
blond had begun to relax and "go with the flow", albeit reluctantly as always.

Sandy moaned softly into Karen's mouth when her companion slipped a finger
between her vulva.  Karen quickly removed the finger and continued to rub and
squeeze the full, resilient flesh between her little blond's thighs.  Karen removed
her mouth from Sandy's and whispered, "Hush, now little one.  I know you're sore
down there.  Deke has a way with girls doesn't he.  You just relax and let Karen get
you nice and wet before we go any farther."

Sandy started to shake her head, but Karen quickly brought her hand up and held
her by the chin.  Then before Sandy could object, which would have meant serious
trouble, her big companion clamped her mouth back over hers cutting off any
chance for conversation.  Sandy allowed the big girl's tongue to roam unhindered
around the interior of her mouth.  She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look
at Karen who was in the habit of staring at Sandy while she handled her.  Karen
returned her hand to Sandy's pussy and started rubbing and squeezing again. 
Occasionally Sandy felt Karen dip just the tip of a finger between her pussy lips,
testing for moisture.  Sandy knew full well that it would not be long before her
anatomy betrayed her as it always did.

In just a very few minutes in fact, Karen raised her head.  Sandy opened her eyes
to see the big girl smiling down at her.  "That's my girl," Karen cooed.  "I just love
the way you get all wet for me, Blondy."  With that, Karen slipped her long middle
finger between the closed lips of Sandy's pussy.  The process was almost
effortless, since the young blond had indeed become swollen and wet with silky
vaginal fluid.

"Oww!" Sandy gasped, when Karen's exploring digit pressed against her vaginal
opening.  Sandy stared up at her Handler, her blue eyes wide and pleading.

"I know.  It hurts a little.  I understand Deke was none too gentle with my little
girl," Karen said as she swirled her finger tip over Sandy's clitoris, then back to her
opening.  "But you see, Blondy, I've been waiting for such a long time to get inside
that tight little pussy of yours.  The problem has been that the Headmaster
wouldn't allow it.  Until now."  Without warning, Karen plunged her middle finger into
Sandy.  The big girl smiled broadly at the startled expression of pain on Sandy's
face.  "Oh yeah, Blondy!  You are a tight little thing!" Karen chuckled.

Sandy winched and whimpered softly as Karen began to explore her interior with
her finger.  Fortunately Sandy was by now quite adequately lubricated.  Karen
quickly brought another finger into action, finger fucking Sandy with her two middle
fingers, the big girl said, "Now Blondy, you're going to have to learn to cooperate a
little more.  Tomorrow morning you begin your vaginal control sessions.  From this
point on, my sweet little girl is going to be entertaining a number of gentlemen on a
daily basis.  I suggest we begin right now with your training."  Karen pushed her
fingers deeply into Sandy, causing the young teen to moan.  "That's it, sweetheart. 
You know it's OK for you to make a few sounds with Karen around, but you'd better
get control of yourself by tomorrow.  Your Principal won't look favorably on you if
your noisy."  She continued to move her two fingers in and out of Sandy, slowly.

Sandy at first experienced sharp pain associated with Karen's penetration.  Her
vagina was still raw from Deke's attentions, but slowly as she juiced up more, the
chafing pain subsided to a tolerable state.  Sandy despised the big dike for her part
in her torment, but listened none the less to Karen's tutoring.

"Now, Blondy, I want you to squeeze my fingers," Karen coached after pushing her
fingers deeply into Sandy again.  "Oh, come on, Blondy.  You can do better than
that.  An athletic young thing like you."

Perspiration broke out on Sandy's brow as she sought to bear down on Karen's
probing fingers with her vaginal muscles.

"That's better, Blondy.  Now keep squeezing while I pull my fingers out." 

Sandy did as she was told, clamping down as hard as she could while Karen slowly
extracted her fingers from Sandy's vagina.

"Very good.  Now relax," Karen instructed.  When she saw Sandy's abdominal
muscles relax, Karen pushed her two fingers back into her young charge.  "OK, good. 
Now squeeze.  Good."  Karen slowly pulled her fingers out.  "Relax.  Good.  Now
squeeze.  Excellent!"  

Sandy's first session at vaginal muscle control went on for an hour or so.  After
which Karen had Sandy  perform cunnilingus on her.  Dinner was served in their
room.  Before going to sleep, Sandy was fitted with a vibrating dildo in her vagina in
addition to her anal plug.  The young blond eventually drifted off into a somewhat
fitful sleep, fully loaded.

Unbeknownst to Sandy, the next morning marked the beginning of her final week at
The Center, and a busy week it was going to be.  Following her usual morning toiletry
routine, Sandy was scheduled to be fucked by one of the members of the
observation panel.

A wrestling type mat was brought out and a 'volunteer' was chosen from the panel. 
Much to Sandy's dismay, she immediately recognized the young man who stepped
forward.  It was John Berman.  John was considered by most of the girls Sandy's
age to be the school dork.  He was a class behind Sandy at school, and she thought
he was only thirteen or fourteen years old.  Sandy remembered distinctly the time
the bashful young man had attempted to ask her out on a date.  Sandy had been
quite cruel.  In front of several of her friends, she had rejected John then
ridiculed him, asking him just who he thought he was to even think about asking to
go out with her.  The entire affair had been ugly.  John Berman had run from the
group of haughty teenage girls, a crushed individual.  

Now the tables were about to turn.  John grinned his usual goofy, sheepish grin as
he approached Sandy and her Coach.

"How would you like her, son," Sandy's Principal asked John Berman.

"I...I dunno," the young man answered.

"Very well then, I'll decide.  I think we will begin with a rear entry.  Miss Winters
get on your hands and knees and face the audience."

Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of
objecting did as she was told.

"Go ahead, son.  She's all yours.  Let's see what you can do for her.  Miss Winters, I
want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover enters you."

While John Berman knelt on the wresting mat behind her, Sandy turned and looked
back at him as directed.  Berman was at a bit of a loss at first but soon Sandy
watched in horror as the young man took his growing penis in his right hand.  Placing
his left hand on her hip, he guided the head of his cock to her vaginal entrance. 
Sandy's eyes widened slightly and she inhaled a quick breath when she felt the hot
tip of John Berman's prick touch her tender flesh.  Then with one deliberate but
unpracticed thrust, the "school dork" was in her.  Sandy shivered and began to look
away.

"Continue to look at him, Miss Winters," her Coach commanded.  "Until I tell you
otherwise.  Go ahead, son.  Fuck her," he urged young John Berman.

At last John Berman came out of his shell.  For the next few minutes he fucked
Sandy hard.  From time to time he would laugh and talk dirty to her, asking her how
it felt to have him fuck her after the way she had treated him.

Sandy was utterly mortified by the experience.  After awhile, her Principal had
allowed her to look away from her lover and face the audience which wasn't a whole
lot better.  "Arch your back, Miss Winters.  Make it good for him," she was told by
her Principal.  Sandy complied.  John Berman had also been told before hand about
using Sandy's anal plug to his advantage.  The young man now took great joy in
slapping the hard rubber device with the back of his hand from time to time, causing
Sandy to grunt nicely.

The fucking didn't go on for long, nor was John Berman overly well endowed. 
However, when at last the young man cried out and dumped his load into Sandy, it
was one of the most ego shattering experiences the young blond would remember
from her time at The Youth Training Center.  The Center thought of everything.

Later that morning after a bath and douche with Karen, Sandy found herself in her
first Vaginal Control Session.  The young blond had been ushered into a classroom
like area complete with several desks.  All were unoccupied at present.  At the front
of the room was a lectern and a large television monitor.  As Sandy stood waiting
with Karen at her side, several other young girls of varying ages were led into the
room by their Handlers or companions.  This was the first time Sandy had seen
another client at The Center.  Karen had told her before hand that she was to
neither make eye contact with nor talk to another client.  The other young ladies
must have received similar instructions for they all stood naked with their eyes
downcast.  Soon a man walked in and strode to the front of the room.  

"Good morning, ladies," he said tersely.  "You are here today to learn to control the
muscles of your vagina so that you may provide a more pleasurable experience for
your lover or lovers.  You will attend these sessions each morning this week.  At the
end of the week you will be tested.  We expect as always that you will pay close
attention and follow instructions explicitly."  A whimper from somewhere behind
Sandy was followed by an electric sounding "zap" and a grunt.  Then silence.  "Very
well then," the man continued after a brief pause.  "Handlers, you may leave."

Seven nubile, young women were left in the classroom.  It was sometime around
then that Sandy first noticed that there were no chairs in front of the desks. 
"Odd," she thought idly.  As if in answer to her question, the door at the back of
the room opened and in rolled a low gurney pushed by a man in his mid-twenties. 
Behind him came another, then another.  At last, a gurney and an attendant stood
waiting behind each desk in the classroom.

"Gentlemen, you may assume your positions," the instructor said flatly.

While Sandy and the other clients look on, the men removed their trousers and
underwear then lay down on their backs on the gurneys.  While Sandy watched, the
men began to stroke themselves, causing their penises to become erect.  Sandy also
noticed that all of these young men were very well endowed.  Sandy and the other
girls stole nervous glances at each other while the instructor glanced around the
room briefly.

"I believe all is in readiness," he said at last.  "Ladies, you may each take a seat on a
Handler.  I will give you two minutes to prepare yourselves anatomically."  He
glanced at his wrist watch.  "After that time, I expect each of you to mount your
respective Handler.  I will then come around to inspect.  You may begin."

A couple of the young clients seemed confused, but Sandy knew exactly what was
expected of her.  Quickly she stepped over to the Handler nearest her.  While the
stranger looked up at her from the low gurney, Sandy began to masturbate,
attempting to get herself as wet as possible in the small amount of time allotted.

"OK, ladies, mount up," came the command from the front of the room.  "Settle
yourselves so that you are facing the front of the room.  That means that your rear
ends should be facing your Handler's head."  

Sandy stepped carefully across the low gurney, straddling the man's hips in the
process.  He continued to stroke himself, keeping himself hard for her until Sandy
was ready.  He really was big.  Not as big as Deke, but more than enough to fill the
vagina of a fifteen year old.  As Sandy slowly lowered herself onto him, the Handler
obliged her by holding himself up for her.

A chorus of gasps and soft moans could be heard around the class room as seven
young ladies of varying ages lowered themselves onto their Handlers.  A soft squeal
and two farts later, the room again fell silent.  After a pause, the instructor said,
"Very well then, now that we are all seated, we shall begin.  What I expect you
ladies to do over the course of the next two hours is to keep the man inside you
erect using only your vaginal muscles.  While you are working, I will show you some
videos on the female anatomy as well as some interesting footage from some of
your early training.  I think all of you will find it interesting to see how some of your
associates have taken to their individual training routines."

Sandy squirmed uncomfortably.  The man's big cock was lodged deeply inside of her. 
The gurney was just the right height that if she could manage another inch or so of
cock, Sandy would be seated at the perfect height behind the desk in front of her. 
Sandy heard the man beneath her groan softly as she rocked her hips slowly,
attempting to adjust herself on him.  Another inch of cock worked its way into her
interior.  Sandy felt the man's hairy testicles press against her pussy lips just below
her clitoris.  Her firm little butt was seated on his lower belly.  

While Sandy was settling herself, the instructor began his inspection tour of the
room.  He continued his lecture while he strolled.  "Also ladies, points will be
deducted should your Handler reach orgasm.  The object of this exercise then is to
teach you control.  You must be able to keep a man hard, but not cause him to cum
before he is ready.  That's very good Miss Anderson," he said to one young teen
across the room from Sandy.   When at last he arrived at Sandy's desk, he looked
carefully between Sandy's legs, checking to see that she was fully "involved".  He
then reached a hand beneath Sandy's butt.  Feeling her anal plug, he said, "Miss
Winters, please raise up a bit."  Sandy obeyed allowing the man access to extract
her anal plug.  This was something that until now only her Principal and Karen had
been allowed to do.  "I don't think we will be needing this for this morning's routine." 
The instructor placed the plug on the desk then told Sandy to lower herself back
onto her Handler.

Just then from the other side of the room, a long, low groan could be heard.  One
of the Handlers had cum.  Quickly the instructor walked in the direction of a
stocky, dark headed girl who sat astride her handle with a sheepish expression on
her pretty face.

"This demonstrates a complete lack of concentration, Miss Avery," the instructor
reprimanded the teenager.  "But since this is your first day in vaginal control, we will
be lenient."  He stepped over to an intercom on the wall near the door and spoke a
few words into the unit.  Several minutes later the door to the room opened and
another Handler entered.  He was given directions by the instructor and soon lay
beneath the girl named Pam Avery.  "Alright class.  Let's continue then, shall we."

After checking out the rest of the clients, the vaginal control instructor walked
back to the front of the class room.  He looked back at his class noticing varying
degrees of discomfort or effort on the faces of his young clients.

Sandy sat for several moments afraid to move after what had just happened with
the Avery girl.  From time to time she could feel her Handler flex himself inside her. 
Her natural instinct was to return his flex with a squeeze.  This was exactly the
wrong thing to do she soon discovered.  This tended to set up a chain of action and
reaction leading rapidly no doubt to her Handler's premature climax.  The next time
Sandy felt the man move inside of her, she concentrated on not returning the
"favor" with her strong vaginal muscles.  After a few minutes, her Handler's natural
spasmodic penile flexing began to abate.  Not long after that, Sandy felt him begin
to soften inside of her.  

Meanwhile, up at the podium, her instructor was commenting on a diagram of the
female reproductive system which was displayed on the big monitor.  It was difficult
for Sandy to concentrate both on the penis inside her own vagina and the computer
generated image of a male organ moving in and out of the vaginal cross-section on
the screen.  As the computer penis moved in arrows appeared along the walls of the
vaginal passage indicating a release of pressure.  When the penis traveled outward,
the arrows in the vaginal diagram reversed and turned red, indicating that pressure
should be applied.  This was exactly the same technique that Karen had taught
Sandy using her fingers.  Sandy found herself making a mental note.

It was then that Sandy felt her Handler almost slip from inside her.  Desperately
Sandy clamped her muscles around his flaccid shaft, preventing his exit at the last
moment.  Sandy began the process of milking her Handler's cock with her vaginal
muscles, drawing him back inside of her.  The young girl felt a sense of
accomplishment when at last she felt the man begin to grow inside of her once
again.  

It was then that Sandy's concentration was broken.  From the direction of the
Avery girl's desk, another loud groan was heard followed by a cry of frustration and
dismay.  Apparently young Pam Avery had caused her newest Handler to cum as well. 
While the computer generated graphic continued to show a cross section of the act
of sexual intercourse, the instructor walked quickly to the unfortunate girl's desk. 
Taking her by the elbow, he pulled her to a standing position.  He then led her from
the room.  Sandy never saw the girl again.  

Sandy needed to pay attention.  Her Handler was again beginning to grow and throb
inside of her.  Sandy sat perfectly still on his cock, barely breathing for several
minutes until she felt him once more begin to relax.  She glanced up at the clock on
the wall at the front of the room.  One hour and forty-five minutes had passed
since she had been entered.  "Only fifteen minutes more," the young teen thought
with a sigh.  It was then that Sandy noticed what was taking place on the large
monitor at the front of the class.

While she was attending to business, Sandy's vaginal control instructor had come
back into the room.  He was currently commenting on the scene now playing on the
monitor.  To Sandy's horror, the entire class was being treated to scenes of her
session with Deke.  Sandy sat stunned as she watched herself being pulled upright
to hang impaled on the massive fuck engine that appeared and disappeared between
her ass cheeks at an astonishing pace.  Sandy watched as she threw her head back
against the big man's shoulder.  Her mouth hung open.  Spittle ran from the corner
of her mouth to drip from her jaw.  Glancing to the side sheepishly, Sandy saw
another of the young clients smile at her.  "How could she smile at me," Sandy
thought angrily.  "She must have had the same thing happen to her."  Sandy gave
the girl a cross look.  

Then suddenly, while Sandy was still looking her direction, the young red-headed girl
who had smiled at her, got a look of concern on her pretty face.  As Sandy watched
the young teen opened her both mouth and her blues eyes wide.  Suddenly her
narrow hips jerked forward.  Once... twice.  The little red-head was having an
orgasm.  With only two minutes to go, the little girl tried to recover her composure,
but it was too late.  Sandy saw the girl's Handler take her by her narrow waist.  The
little red-head grunted as she was pumped full of hot semen.  She arched her back
momentarily then fell forward, catching herself with her hands on the edge of her
desk.  A moment later, Sandy saw the telltale trail of semen run from beneath the
girl's thigh and run down her Handler's hip and buttock.

The young red-head was quickly removed from the room, leaving only four other
clients besides Sandy.  The minutes crept by while Sandy and her classmates
watched scenes from their individual experiences with Deke.  Nervous sidelong
glances were exchanged between the girls when they thought the instructor wasn't
looking.  While the five young girls sat astride their individual attendants, they all
watched as each in turn was fucked to the point of unconsciousness by the man
named Deke.  It was a terribly embarrassing experience to say the least.

Sandy diligently worked her attendant's cock with her vaginal muscles.  Two minutes
remained.  "I'm going to make it," she thought.  The stranger beneath her moaned. 
Sandy felt him shift his hips between her thighs.  At the same time, Sandy felt the
now familiar beginnings of her own climax begin to grow within her.  Sweat stood
out on her brow.  One minute.  From across the room a loud cry of "Oh, yes, baby!"
was heard followed by several subdued heaving sobs.  Another of her classmates
had failed.  The cock inside of her suddenly felt rock hard.  The swollen head
pressed uncomfortably up inside of Sandy.  The young blond held absolutely still,
forcing herself to relax her internal muscles.  She shot a quick glance at the clock. 
Sandy heard a moan from her attendant.  Fifteen seconds, then ten.  

"Time is up, ladies," Sandy's instructor said at last.  Just then Sandy's attendant
grabbed her by the hips.  Sandy soon felt the familiar warmth spread inside her
tummy as she accepted the offerings of yet another man.  

Following her vaginal control class Sandy returned to her room where she was met
by Karen.  The young blond and the big dike made love for a little over an hour until
lunch was called.  Karen introduced Sandy to several new battery operated toys as
well as a huge double ended dildo.  By the time they went to the cafeteria, young
Sandy was practically worn out.  Even at her young age, it required a lot of stamina
to keep up with Karen's voracious sexual appetite.  While they ate, Karen told Sandy
a little bit about what she could expect at her new class that afternoon.  This class
would mark Sandy's first experience with group sex other than her regular morning
regimens which occasionally involved more than one participant.  

While Karen rattled on about how Sandy would be expected to satisfy two to four
men at a time, the young girl's mind wandered to a happier time.  Sandy wistfully
remembered when she could get practically anything she wanted from a boy just by
looking at him that "certain way".  Now in just a few minutes, she would be expected
to give up everything to several men.  The tables had certainly turned for our
fifteen year old beauty.  What Sandy didn't take into consideration as she sat
pondering her fate was that only a few short weeks ago, she would have been
entertaining thoughts of resistance and escape.  Now, however, she was prepared to
do what was expected of her.  Sandy's only worry was whether or not she would be
able to please her Primary. 

"And I'll be right there to help out.  Won't that be great, Blondy?"  Karen asked,
bringing Sandy back to the present.  She looked at Karen with a puzzled look that
elicited a chuckle from the big girl.  "Well, let's go, Blondy.  I can't wait to see how
you do with a bunch of guys."

There was no doubt as to the main function of the room into which Sandy was led
by her companion, Karen.  The only piece of furniture in the brightly lit room was a
very large bed covered with what appeared to be plastic sheets.  The big bed stood
in the exact center of the room whose walls and ceiling were mirrored.  As Karen led
Sandy to the big bed, the young blond noticed several video cameras mounted on
tripods strategically located around the center of attraction.  Sandy took a deep
breath, resigning herself to what was to come.  She was instructed by Karen to sit
on the edge of the bed and wait.  Not long afterward, the door opened and in walked
four men, two of whom were middle aged.  The other two were younger.  One was
Sandy's age or perhaps even younger.  Sandy hated having to perform for boys her
own age.  It was somehow far more humiliating for her.  A moment later Sandy's
Primary entered the room, closing the door behind himself.

"Good afternoon, Miss Winters," the man said.  He held his customary clip board
beneath one arm.  He then nodded in Karen's direction, acknowledging the young
lesbian.  "Miss Winters," he began.  "This afternoon, we are going to have you
perform some group sexual acts with these four gentlemen, Three of whom you will
find to be quite experienced.  One young man has never been with a woman.  I'll
therefore expect you to pay close attention to their needs."  The youngest boy
actually blushed while Sandy listened with growing concern.  "Please introduce
yourself to your lovers now, Miss Winters," her Principal ordered.

The look of concern on Sandy's pretty face was quickly replaced with one of
resignation.  Sandy knew what was expected of her.  She also knew that she had
absolutely no choice other than to cooperate.  She glanced at Karen who remained
seated beside her on the big bed and received a wicked grin from the big dike. 
Sandy knew Karen would enjoy her humiliation even more than the men would enjoy
her services.  At last, head bowed, Sandy stood up and walked over to where the
four men stood waiting in a line.  

Stepping in front of the first man who was perhaps forty years old or so, Sandy
looked him directly in the eye and said, "My name is Sandy.  I am here to please
you."  After having said this, the naked fifteen year old stood on her tip toes so she
could get her arms around the man's neck and gave him a prolonged, passionate kiss. 
The man responded by hugging Sandy's small, lithe body tightly to himself.  He
kissed her back hard.  When he finally released her, he was breathing hard.  A look
of fiery lust burned in his eyes.  Sandy moved to the next older man and repeated
what she had said to the first.  She then kissed him deeply as well, allowing him to
explore the interior of her mouth with his tongue for several minutes.  Sandy then
stepped to the next person in line, a boy of no more than fourteen.  

"Im Sandy," she said mechanically.  "I am here to please you."  Sandy placed her
arms around the lad's neck and leaned forward to kiss him.  When she did, the boy
blushed and looked away.  Not knowing exactly what to do, Sandy turned to her
Principal for guidance.

"Help him, Miss Winters.  It is your duty to fulfill him," the man said sternly.

It was tremendously humiliating for Sandy to help this boy to defile her, but that
was what was expected.  Not knowing exactly how to proceed, Sandy stooped
slightly, then looking up at the shy young boy, she kissed him on the lips.  She kissed
him a second time.  This seemed to help, because at last the young man raised his
head and looked at Sandy.  She could see lust begin to shine in his eyes.  His
innocent face took on a new expression as Sandy wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him again.  It was not an open mouth kiss, however.  Apparently the
young man had not learned that technique yet.  Sandy felt the young man place his
hands gently on her hips, but as soon as she pressed herself against him he hastily
removed them.  It was time to move on.

Sandy stepped in front of the forth young man.  A dark haired boy perhaps fifteen,
maybe sixteen years old.  When Sandy looked into his eyes, what she saw there
frightened her.  She began to introduce herself, but the boy suddenly reached out
and grabbed Sandy around her neck with one hand, pulling the young teenager to
him.  He proceeded to kiss her hard, crushing his mouth against Sandy's.  Startled
at first, Sandy started to resist, but then her training took over.  As the young man
moved his lips over hers, Sandy tried to relax in his arms and allow him to kiss her
however he chose.  Then without warning, the young man, reached down with his
other hand and grabbed Sandy's pussy.  He squeezed roughly as the young blond
gasped into his opened mouth.  Before Sandy knew what was happening, the young
man had slipped a finger between her vulva then up inside of her.  He then
proceeded to kiss Sandy roughly while he wiggled his finger inside her vagina.  After
what seemed like hours, the young man pulled his mouth from Sandy's and said, "Hi,
Sandy.  My name is Mike and I'm gonna fuck you, baby.  I'm gonna fuck you real
hard."  

Sandy stared in disbelief at the dark haired young man, her eyes round and filled
with apprehension.  Before she could do or say anything, however, the young man
named Mike, without removing his exploring hand from between Sandy's thighs,
pushed her roughly back in the direction of the big bed.  Sandy stumbled backward,
at last falling back onto the bed with Mike on top of her.  The two older men
followed along and soon stood beside the bed watching as the one named Mike
continued his advance.  After falling heavily atop the young blond, Mike finally
removed his finger from inside Sandy's vagina then rolled off her.

"Spread those pretty legs, baby," Mike said as he crawled off the bed.  "There's no
sense waistin' time.  These other guys want a turn too."  Stunned momentarily due
to the abruptness of the young man's advances, Sandy lay staring dumbly up at him. 
"I said, spread 'em, sweetheart!" Mike said in a mean tone of voice.  He grabbed
Sandy by her right ankle then threw her leg to one side.  

Karen in the mean time stood up saying, "You have a good time, Blondy.  I'm going to
watch from over there."  She nodded toward Sandy's Principal who sat nearby.

Sandy was unable to resist as she lay still in  stunned shock, watching as Mike
stepped between her calves which hung over the edge of the bed and peeled his
jeans down exposing his rather sizable cock already fully erect.  Without hesitation
the young man took his cock in one hand then kneeling first on the edge of the bed,
he lowered himself onto Sandy.  As she felt the awful young man rub the hot,
smooth head of his penis between her vulva, spreading her labia, searching for her
opening, Sandy closed her eyes and turned her head to one side in disgust.  While
Mike continued to poke and probe, Sandy opened her eyes only to stare directly into
the eyes of her Principal.  What she saw there was a look of stern disapproval. 
Sandy knew the reason all too well.  It took a supreme effort on her part, but
Sandy was finally able to turn her head back and look her attacker directly in the
eye just as he penetrated her.  Karen smiled as she saw the resignation show in
Sandy's pretty face.

"Huuuuuhhhh!" Sandy huffed softly as the young man's penis moved into her.

"That's my girl," Mike said grinning knowingly down at Sandy as he pushed his way
into her.  "What a tight little pussy you have, baby.  Oh yeah!"  

Sandy trembled as Mike's long cock filled her.  While she gazed up at him, he quickly
began to get up a rhythm.

"Ole' Mike's gonna show you a real good time.  Gonna fuck you like you've never been
fucked, baby!"

Sandy had a quick mental flash of her experience with Deke.  "Nothing could be
worse than that," she thought idly as Mike's meat began to hammer in and out. 
Sandy also noted that Mike was the first of her lover's who talked while he fucked
her.  All of the others had been silent and business-like.  Sandy didn't like his talk at
all.  It made her feel cheap and tawdry.

"Oww!" she whimpered when the young man rammed her hard.

"Just wanted to get your attention, sweetheart.  You looked like you were
daydreaming on me."  Mike grinned wickedly.  "I want you to pay attention, baby.  I
want you to do like you've been taught.  I wanna see that pretty face of your
register every stroke."  He rammed her again, causing Sandy's eyes to fly open. 
"Yeah, baby!  Just like that."  He laughed.

Mike then began to fuck Sandy in earnest.  The young blond was forced to spread
her legs wide to alleviate the chafing from Mike's roughly pumping cock shaft. 
Taking Sandy first by her right wrist then her left, Mike stretched her hands over
her head and held them there while he stared down at her.

"You're such a babe, Sandy.  What a fine little fuck you are.  Did you ever give it to
your boyfriend like this, baby?  I'll bet you didn't.  You look like the kind of stuck up
bitch who'd hold back on a guy.  You're not gonna hold back on us are you, Sandy?" 
Sandy stared up into his dark eyes.  "Are you, baby?" Mike said, smiling down at the
helpless girl.  Sandy didn't know what he expected of her, but she shook her head in
response just in case.  "No.  Of course you're not," he said, his smile broadening. 
Mike humped Sandy two or three times hard then pulled out unexpectedly, leaving
Sandy dazed and breathless.  He climbed off of her and turned to the others,
saying, "Ok, who's next?  She's all warmed up."

"I'll take her," Sandy heard one of the older men say.  The next thing Sandy knew,
she had meat in her again.  "Hi Darlin'," he said once he was fully inside of her. 
Unlike Mike he began to fuck her slowly, allowing Sandy to feel the entire length of
his cock as it moved in and out.  "You're such a pretty child.  You remind me of my
daughter."  The man gave Sandy a fatherly smile.  "Cindy's about your age, maybe a
little younger.  She's here at the Center too.  Maybe you two have met," he said
matter-of-factly while he fucked Sandy slowly and rhythmically.  "She's gonna love
fucking her daddy when she get's home.  Have you fucked your daddy yet, darlin'?"

Sandy couldn't believe her ears.  "Was this monster really talking about his own
daughter?  How could he!"  Sandy vowed to herself while the older man had his way
with her that she would never allow herself to be taken by her step-father.

"Alright... alright!" Mike said from the sidelines.  "This isn't a rapp session, man.  Get
off her and let's get her up on her hands and knees," Mike directed, taking charge.

Sandy's current older lover gave her that fatherly smile of his before slowly pulling
out and crawling from between her widely splayed legs.

"Let's go, sweetheart.  Up on your hands and knees so we can get a better crack at
ya."  Mike then leaned down and grabbed Sandy roughly by the wrist.  He then drug
her off the bed, took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the bed.  "Hand's
and knees, baby.  You know the drill, and arch your back.  Let's see that sweet little
ass of yours way up high."  Mike chuckled cruelly as he gave Sandy a little shove
onto the bed.

Going down on her hands, Sandy slowly crawled onto the big mattress.  Spreading
her knees to about shoulder width, she arched her back and waited to be mounted.

"OK, guy.  You're next," Mike said nodding in the direction of the other older man. 
"Go ahead and try her out."  As the man dropped his pants and crawled onto the bed
behind Sandy, Mike said to the younger boy, "Hey, sport.  Ever had a lady suck your
cock?"  The kid looked dumbfounded.  Mike just laughed.

Sandy shuddered as the older man's rather large penis traveled up the length of her
birth canal.  He held her tightly by her hips and pushed himself deeply into her.

"Go ahead, kid.  Get around on the other end.  She can handle two cocks at once. 
Give that mouth of hers a good fucking.  You treat him nice, Sandy, baby.  He's just
a boy."  Mike laughed his cruel laugh as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed. 
While the older man got up his rhythm, Mike reached up under Sandy's chest and
toyed with her small jiggling breasts.  Pinching her nipples, Mike whispered in
Sandy's right ear, "How's that big cock feel, baby?  Is it good?  These older guys
don't know how to make a girl feel right.  Old Mike's gonna take another turn in a
minute.  Don't you worry.  He's gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before,
baby."  He kissed Sandy on the cheek.

The older man behind Sandy was getting his stride.  He picked up his tempo,  his
hairy thighs, slapping against the backs of Sandy's legs as he pounded away at her. 
Sandy had dropped her head down between her shoulders as she endured the man's
attentions.  Suddenly she saw a pair of knees appear on the bed in front of her. 
Slowly, Sandy looked up to see the face of the younger boy smiling down at her.  In
his hand he clutched his penis.  He held it out to her almost in offering.  It wasn't
large or anything, but the thought of taking the penis of a boy even younger than
herself into her mouth disgusted and humiliated Sandy.

In the course of her training, Sandy had been handled, bathed and attended to on
the toilet by boys younger than herself, and each time it happened it ground
Sandy's ego and self-esteem down more and more.  The older men, she could
tolerate more or less.  But the young men in her own peer group were another
story.  The boy kneeling in front of Sandy now placed his other hand on the side of
her head and crawled a little closer.  "Open up, sweetheart," he said with a big grin.

"How dare, he say that to me," Sandy thought to herself.  "He's just a kid.  Who the
hell does he think he is!"  Just then, Mike pinched one of her small nipples hard. 
"Oww!" Sandy cried, opening her mouth in the process.  Almost immediately it was
filled with the young boy's cock.  "Gawwpp," Sandy gagged around his narrow shaft
as the head of his prick pushed against her soft pallet at the very back of her
throat.

"Not bad, kid," Mike chuckled.  "Now fuck her mouth good."  Then after a brief
pause, Mike added quickly.  "Wait!  Wait a minute fellas.  Let's all get into this little
lady.  I think she can handle it.  To the man fucking Sandy Mike said, "Why don't you
pull out of her for a minute and lie down beside her, pal.  We'll have her ride you for
awhile, OK?"  The man nodded his consent.  Extracting his cock from the young
blond, the older man did as Mike asked and lay on his back beside Sandy.  "OK, baby,
you know the drill.  Mount up."

Sandy glared at Mike, but slowly did as she was told.  Rising up to her knees Sandy
moved sideways then threw her leg across the prone man's body, straddling him. 
Next She placed her hands on the older man's chest and raised her butt up, giving
him room to guide the head of his cock to her opening.  Obligingly, the man held his
cock in one hand allowing Sandy to settle down on it.  Sandy always shivered when
entered.  The Center considered this to be a desirable trait, so she was encouraged
to cultivate it.  

As soon as she was mounted, Mike said, "OK kid, your turn.  I wanna see you fuck
her mouth like she's never had it before.  OK sport?"  The young man nodded
enthusiastically.  Then grasping his prick in his fist, he crawled forward and offered
it to Sandy.  Sandy leaned forward and took him into her mouth.  "That's nice," Mike
said.  Now let's see.  Who's next?  Weren't you telling me you liked to get jerked
off, fella?" Mike said, to the other older man who knelt on the bed nearby the
coupled threesome.  The man grinned and nodded his head.  "Good, well our little
lady should be able to handle you, I believe.  You'll make him feel good won't you,
baby?" Mike said leaning down so Sandy could see him.  The young boy had already
begun to fuck her mouth so Sandy was unable to answer, but she did nod her head
in resigned acknowledgment.  "I knew I could count on you, baby," Mike said.  He
reached out and fondled one of Sandy's firm breasts.  "Now it's my turn," Mike said
at last.

With one penis in her vagina, one in her mouth and one in her hand, Sandy had no
idea what Mike had planned for her.  If he expected her to handle him with her left
hand, she would be unable to balance herself on the cock of the older man beneath
her.  It was already an extremely awkward situation for Sandy.  She knew all too
well that her Principal who looked on from the sidelines fully expected her to
pleasure all of her lovers, managing their arousal such that they would have a
simultaneous orgasm.  So when Mike disappeared from her view behind her, Sandy
was at a complete loss.  

As the older gentleman beneath her began to hump her, Sandy raised herself up
just a bit to give him room to move.  His cock pistoned in and out with short, rapid
strokes, causing Sandy to puff through her nose in time.  The young boy increased
his tempo to match that of the other man.  His narrow, but adequately long penis
made repeated contact with the back of Sandy's throat.  He took her by the back
of her neck to steady Sandy, giving him better access to her.  Sandy had to
concentrate so as not to forget the man she held in her right hand.  As best she
could given the circumstances, the young girl stroked the man's rigid cock with her
small hand.  As she had been taught, Sandy rolled her hand over the head of his
penis from time to time where she could find traces of pre-cum for lubrication.  

While Sandy worked on her three charges, she suddenly felt a pair of hands on her
butt.  Mike started rubbing her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks, and alternately
spreading her, then pressing her together.  His massaging actually felt pretty good
as it tended to enhance the effects of the older man's cock sliding in and out of her
vagina.  Then unexpectedly, Sandy felt the now familiar feeling of the head of a
penis being rubbed up and down between her cheeks.  "What was he going to do?"
Sandy wondered, "trade off with the guy under her?"  Too late, the young girl
realized what was happening when Mike began to apply pressure with his cock to her
tightly puckered anal opening.  

Sandy had been shown a few videos depicting anal sex, but had thus far not been
required to attempt it by the Center.  Thus her rectal passage was virginal until the
broad head of Mike's penis popped inside.

As mentioned earlier, Mike was not a gentle lover.  Fortunately for Sandy, he had
taken the time to lubricate himself with saliva before entering her.  Mike hadn't
done this for Sandy's benefit, but rather to enable him to fully penetrate the young
girl in one swift assault.

"Mmmphhhh," Sandy puffed violently through her nose.  The young man who was
fucking her mouth was treated to the lovely sight of the young girl's facial
expression while being entered anally for the first time, and unexpectedly at that. 
Sandy's blue eyes shot open then closed tightly as she winced from the sudden pain
of Mike's penetration.  The young man was lucky that Sandy had such thorough
training.  An untrained female might have accidentally bitten down on him.  Keeping
his cock in Sandy's mouth, the boy smiled down at her.  Sandy shuddered. 
Reflexively she arched her back as she accepted the responsibility for yet another
penis.  

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Mike groaned as his big cock traveled into the tight confines of
Sandy's bowel.  "You've got one tight little ass.  I'm sure glad they let me be your
first.  I've been watching you since you got here, and I've been waitin' for the
chance to fuck you, baby."

"Mmphh, mmphh, mmphh, mmphh.." young Sandy huffed around the cock in her
mouth as Mike started to fuck her ass.  She could feel every inch of him as he
traveled in and out of her.  

Unknowingly, the older man in her vagina had pulled back slightly to allow Mike full
penetration on his initial thrust, now, as Mike pushed his cock into Sandy's quivering
anal passage, he suddenly rammed his hips upward, driving himself deeply into the
hapless young teen.

"Mmmmmuuuhhhhh!!" Sandy grunted, opening her mouth wide around the young boys
cock.  A dull pain spread through her lower abdomen and down her thighs. Never
before had she felt such a feeling of fullness.  Just then, Mike rammed her as well,
knocking the wind out of Sandy and slamming her body forward, driving the cock in
her mouth down her throat.  Sandy Winters suddenly found herself well packed
with a cock in every opening.

"Don't forget about me, young lady," Sandy heard from the edge of awareness.  It
was the man who's cock she was supposed to be stroking with her hand.  Quickly
Sandy picked up a rhythm, sliding her small hand quickly up and down his shaft as
though playing catch up.  "That's better, Darlin'," the man groaned.  Then all three
of the men inside of Sandy began to get up a rhythm.  There was no real pattern to
their fucking.  At one point Sandy would find herself filled to bursting, then all the
meat inside of her would withdraw at once leaving her feeling strangely empty. 
Other times the men alternated thrusts.  At one point they unconsciously achieved
a syncopated beat.  "One..and two then a down beat," Sandy's small frame was
pitched front to back and side to side.

As capable a lover as Sandy had become, she felt herself losing control.  Her mind
reeled as her internal organs were battered on three fronts.  The man who Sandy
was attending to manually, moved around beside the foursome.  He reached around
Sandy's torso and took her left breast in his hand.  With his other hand he cupped
her right.  He then began to squeeze and kneed the small sensitive glands,
alternately pinching then stretching Sandy's tiny nipples with his fingers.  

"Mmmmeee," Sandy whined around the cock in her mouth.  As had happened with her
experience with Deke, meaningful thought began to ebb away.  Soon the young girl
knew nothing else other than the three penises which flashed in and out of her at an
ever increasing pace.  Sandy Winters was certainly no longer in control of the
situation.  One of the men came.  It was either Mike or the man in her vagina. 
Sandy couldn't tell which.  All she heard was a groan followed by that familiar hot
filling feeling inside.  Sandy's first orgasm quickly followed.  Then suddenly she was
swallowing copious amounts of white hot cum supplied to her by the young boy.  He
held Sandy's head, rammed his cock into her mouth to the hilt, and dumped his load
down her esophagus.  

Sandy's trim athletic body shook in the throws of her second orgasm when she
heard Mike bellow from behind her, "Oh, yeah, baby.. baby!"  His strong fingers dug
into the flesh of Sandy's hips.  Pulling her back against himself Mike rammed his
cock as far up Sandy's ass as it would reach before dumping his load into her bowel. 
Never in her life had Sandy Winters had so much semen inside of her at one time. 
It felt like the stuff would squirt out of her ears as the three men filled her.  

The first to finish was the young boy.  Looking down at Sandy with a grin, he popped
his softening prick out of her mouth then sat back sheepishly on the bed watching
as the three other men continued to have their way with Sandy.  Without warning,
the man Sandy had been jerking off released her breasts, crawled around in front
of her, took her by the chin and opened her mouth.  Sandy knew better than to
resist.  Grasping his cock in his other hand the man directed its swollen purple head
to Sandy's lips.  Smiling down at Sandy, he rubbed the head back and forth across
her lips covering them with pre-cum.  "Open up, darlin'.  Bob's got something for you
I know you're gonna like.  Sandy opened her mouth and accepted the man's penis
inside.  As soon as he released his grip on himself, the man came.  As he did, he
pushed his cock to the back of Sandy's mouth then down her throat.  Sandy had
been deep throated before and knew to take a breath.  She gagged slightly as the
head of Bob's prick slipped down her throat pulsing cum as it went.  Sandy's blue
eyes were open wide when her nose finally buried itself in the older man's mat of
pubic hair, her chin coming to rest against his balls.  She had no choice but to wait
him out.  She felt the hot substance flow into her tummy.  Several minutes passed
and still the man filled her.  At the same time, Mike continued to hump her from
behind as did the man who's cock still remained in her vagina.  Sandy was about out
of air when at last the man named Bob, pulled his cock back far enough for Sandy to
take a breath.  Sandy coughed causing a bit of semen to seep from her nose and run
down her upper lip.  The man would not remove his cock from her mouth so Sandy
was forced to get what air she could through her nose.  

It was a long while before the tangled knot of flesh that was Sandy Winters' most
recent sexual experience began to uncouple.  Slowly and one at a time, Sandy's
lovers slipped from inside her.  Mike was the last to leave.  It seemed his big cock
just wouldn't go soft.  He continued to fuck Sandy's ass for several minutes after
the others had ceased.  Sandy would be very sore later on.  

Finally the participants exited the room leaving Sandy alone with her Principal and
Karen.  The big dike came and sat on the bed beside Sandy.  She kissed the young
blond deeply reveling in the sweet musky taste of semen.  Sandy's Principal said
nothing.  He made a few notes on his pad then rose from his seat and left the room.

"I think you did, pretty good, Blondy," Karen said rubbing Sandy's back gently. 
"Before we go to dinner I want you to lie back for me, Blondy," the big dike said.  "I
wanna taste some of that good cum you've got inside you."  Karen smiled at Sandy's
somewhat distressed expression.  "What's wrong, Blondy?  You don't think it's fair
that you have all the fun do you?  I like a little cum myself from time to time.

Sandy knew what Karen wanted, so after a minute she lay back on the bed and
spread her legs.  The big girl then crawled between Sandy's thighs and began to
feast, licking and sucking at both of her openings.  Much to Sandy's dismay, the big
dike actually made her cum again.  This of course pleased Karen to no end.  "That's
my little girl," she said between licks.  "Cum for Karen.  Cum for me, Blondy!"

Sandy had never been told why she had been brought to the Training Center.  None
of the clients were told.  Neither did she know when or if she would ever be
released.  For all Sandy knew she would spend the rest of her life in this awful place
at the hands of strangers.  So when the young blond awoke in her own bed in her
own bedroom in her own home several days following her group experience at The
Center, it was no wonder that she was startled and confused.  

"What?  What the?" Sandy gasped, sitting up in her bed.  She glanced quickly
around the familiar surroundings of her bedroom.  "Was this a dream?" Sandy
thought.  "Was that horrible place all a dream?" was her next thought.  Sandy
flopped back on the comfortable pillows of her big soft bed and simply lay there
staring up at the ceiling.  After a moment's reflection, Sandy gingerly reached a
hand down between her legs and touched herself.  To her astonishment, there was
no discomfort or pain what-so-ever there.  (The Center thought of everything.) 
Sandy was mystified.  "What had happened to her?" the young blond wondered.

Sandy was about to get out of bed when there came a soft knock at the door. 
"Yes?" Sandy answered after a moment.  She had become used to people simply
walking in on her at any time.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Sandy's step-father said cheerfully as he poked his
head in the door.  "I thought you weren't ever going to wake up."

"Hello," Sandy said cooly.  She was not at all fond of her step-father.  Sandy didn't
trust him.  He was a sleeze in her opinion.  More than once he'd tried to put the
moves on her.  "Funny," Sandy thought absent-mindedly.  "The thought of her step-
father touching her used to make her skin crawl.  But now...."

"I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed, Sandy," Jim Neilson said as he stepped
into her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Breakfast sounds great," Sandy said, trying to be kinder.  After all, she was
starved, and he seemed to be making an effort to be nice.

Neilson walked to the side of his step-daughter's bed and stood gazing down at the
pretty blond teenager.  "From now on, Sandy, you'll get breakfast in bed every day,"
Neilson said smiling at Sandy's confused expression.  "Nothing like some hot cum to
get your day started, right sweetheart," Jim Neilson said as he unzipped his
trousers and pulled out his swelling cock.  

Sandy stared up at him in total disbelief.  "What?" she whined as a cold fear washed
over her.

"You heard me, Sandy.  You just keep your mouth open just like that.  You know
what to do, sweetheart.  They taught you well at The Center."

As Jim slipped his cock into his step-daughter's open mouth, he gazed down into her
round blue eyes.  "That's just right, Sandy, and when we're done with breakfast, you
and I'll have a nice hot bath together.   Mmmmm, that's my girl," Jim Neilson sighed
as his pretty blond step-daughter began to suck him.

The Center thought of everything.

End - SM