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 - Megan's Story - by - The StoryMaster

"Who do you people think you are, bringing me here
against my will?" Megan Emily Richards hissed.  The
eighteen year old blond was as angry as she was pretty. 
She leaned forward, her hands on the edge of the big
desk behind which the stranger sat.  "How dare you drag
me in here.  Wherever here is.  I demand an explanation!" 

"All in good time, Miss Richards.  All in good time," the
man said returning her rage with a calm voice and
deliberate gaze.

"All in good time, my ass," Megan shrieked, surprising
even herself with her unladylike language and the
intensity of her anger.  "I want to know this instant, or I'm going to pick up that
phone and call the police."

Adam North continued to stare up at the irate girl opposite his desk.  He'd sat
listening to identical caveats on countless other occasions, so this incident was
nothing new to him, and not the least bit unexpected.  North struggled to resist
smiling at the lovely girl as she continued to spit curses and threats.  She was
indeed attractive, albeit slightly old for his program.  He liked to think of Megan
Richards as a challenge.

The freshman coed had been abducted from her dormitory room by the T.Y.T.C.
staff at the request of her current boyfriend.  The young man had heard about The
Center from the father of a good friend.  Megan was, by her boyfriend's account, in
the habit of withholding sexual favors in order to gain control over their
relationship.  He'd complained to his friend, who'd in turn confided in him about his
father's developing relationship with his younger sister.  After his initial reaction of
surprise at his friend's tale of incest, Megan's suitor had listened with growing
interest about The Center and its unique services.  So it was that he'd arranged to
have Megan admitted to T.Y.T.C..  He had expressed his desire that Megan be
"tempered" a bit, claiming that although he loved her, he could not abide her
conceited and haughty attitude any longer, furthermore, he suspected that Megan
was cheating on him.

Adam North sat appraising his latest inductee, beginning to wonder if perhaps he'd
made a mistake in admitting a girl Megan's age.  Usually The Center dealt with young
ladies in their early teenage years and younger.  Girls in these age groups had
proven to be more malleable.  The Center was quite proud of its 100% success rate. 
The outraged girl who currently leaned half way across his desk, glaring at him with
venom in her blue eyes could present problems.  He would have to be very particular
with Megan's conditioning program and appoint just the right individual to help her
to adjust to her new life as a Guest at The Center.  Then another thought occurred
to North.

For months now the Center's Research Department had been involved in the
development of a new designer drug.  The reports that North had read recently
described the drug as a breakthrough in the area of female mood enhancing
compounds.  Since the dawn of recorded history mankind has sought after a drug
that would help to speed up the process of seduction of the female of the species.  

Among those that have emerged lately have been the very popular "date rape" drugs
such as Rohypnol (flunitrazepam), street-named "roofies," "roachies," "rophies,"
"ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha," "rope," and "the forget pill." (Rohypnol is
manufactured by the pharmaceutical company F. Hoffmann-La Roche).  Rohypnol like
all of the date rape drugs tends to render the subject unconscious as well as
inducing a state of amnesia.  It is the ideal solution for those who wish to enjoy sex
with an unconscious female.  

The Center's chemists, on the other hand, have been immersed in the development
of a drug that will help to induce a state of willingness and cooperation in the mind
of the fully conscious subject.  Tests had been performed using various derivatives
of the drug Viagra, but test subjects tended to become aggressive; a bit too willing,
so to speak.  The single biggest challenge facing the researchers was to design a
compound that would render the subject somewhat more cooperative, but not to
the point of becoming controlling or predatory, a distinctly distasteful attribute in a
female.

Consistent with the Center's untarnished record of success, the dedicated staff of
men and women in the Research Department have just recently approved the drug,
Thelazine for testing in the general population.  Thelazine, is not an aphrodisiac in
the sense that it does not affect the emotional or mental state of the subject. 
Research decided that in order to ensure that subjects would be cooperative, as
well as submissive, that their new compound should affect the subject's sensory
nervous system.  Thelazine, therefore influences a young lady's sense of touch,
specifically in areas of her anatomy which pertain to sex and reproduction.  Using
processes of inductive stimuli far to involved to be fully explained in this writing,
Thelazine precipitates delicate augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are
commonly known as the erogenous zones.  These enhancements are virtually
undetectable to the female subject unless and until these areas of her anatomy are
in turn stimulated by outside influences.  At that time, Thelazine gently encourages
the subject to "listen to" the natural messages her body sends her.  Cooperation is
therefore achieved through totally instinctive processes inherent in every female. 
The truly marvelous property of Thelazine is that its effects are so subtle, that in
the end, the subject believes she is cooperating by choice.

After taking a deep breath, Adam North leaned back in his leather chair and clasped
his hands beneath his chin, in thought.  He did not look at Megan, but sensed the
young blond glaring down at him.  Several minutes passed while he stared at his desk
top pondering the situation.  Then with no outward signs, North made his decision. 
Looking up at Megan Richards, Adam North, Headmaster of The Youth Training
Center, Inc., said calmly, "Please be seated, Miss Richards, and I shall endeavor to
answer your questions."  When the attractive girl refused his offer, North said with
a sigh, "As you will, then."  He leaned forward and tapped a switch on the inter-
office intercom.

"Yes, sir?"  A female voice responded instantly.

"Send Alex in, and have him fetch two assistants, please."  He leaned back in his
seat.  He looked up at Megan, a neutral expression on his handsome, middle-age
face.

"Yes, sir," the voice on the intercom replied.

The seconds ticked by.  "Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable seated,
Miss Richards?" North asked politely.

"I prefer to stand.  If you don't mind." Megan replied acidly.  "And how do you know
my name?"

North held up a hand saying in a slightly more exasperated tone, "A moment, please,
Miss Richards.  In a very short time, everything will be made abundantly clear to
you."  Then as the door to his office opened, Adam North nodded saying, "Ah, here
we are."  Megan turned in the direction of his nod to see a man dressed in white
coveralls walk in.  He was nondescript in appearance of medium build with brown hair
and dark eyes.  Little did Megan realize at the time that this man would become a
pivotal character in her life.  "Miss Richards, I would like for you to meet Alex,"
Adam North said by way of introduction.  "Alex this is Miss Megan Richards."

While the introductions were being made, two other, much larger men entered. 
Megan glanced from one hard expression to the next then looked toward North,
puzzlement clearly painted on her pretty face.  

In response, North said, "Please be seated, Miss Richards."  This time however, it
was not a request.  When Megan chose to remain standing out of shear defiance,
North looked at the two silent attendants who stood beside the door and nodded. 
To Megan's astonishment, the two quickly moved forward, seized her by her
shoulders and sat her down in the chair, and none to gently.  When she tried to rise,
she was shoved down again.

"What the!!!" Megan sputtered.  "Let go of me you gorillas!" she barked, shooting a
fiery look in North's direction.

Without the slightest hint of emotion, North leaned back in his chair.  Then while
the two burly attendants held Megan in her seat Adam North considered her with a
cold, appraising stare.  Megan struggled briefly, but quickly realized that such
efforts were futile.  Eventually, she sat still, staring icily back at the man behind
the big desk.

Silence reigned.  Then very quietly Adam North began, "Miss Richards, first I want
to formally welcome you to The Youth Training Center."

"The youth, what?" Megan asked in bewilderment.

"Silence!"  North shouted jumping to his feet.  Megan shrank back from his wrath.  
"Miss Richards, the first rule at The Center is that Guests are to speak only when
spoken to.  This is a non-negotiable standard.  Don't make me repeat myself, Miss
Richards.  From this moment on, you will learn to obey orders."

Megan's mouth opened and closed as she sat in astonished shock, staring at the man
standing behind the desk.  She felt the large hands of the two attendants on her
shoulders.  She felt alone and vulnerable, but only for a passing instant.  Megan
wasn't about to let this stranger dictate to her.  She struggled to sit forward in her
seat, and was forced back with little to no effort by the attendants.  She glared up
at one of the two men briefly then shifted her sights back to Adam North. 
Bristling, Megan spat, "I don't know who you are or what this... this training center
of yours is all about, but I'm warning you.  If you don't tell your pet apes here to let
go of me right now, you're going to be very sorry."  

Silence reigned again.  Somehow Megan's threats had come out a lot more hollow
sounding than she'd hoped.  

Adam North stared at the young blond seated before him, giving her no indication
of what was about to befall her.  This was the part he enjoyed, and of the
innumerable preliminary interviews he'd administered during his time with The
Center, he felt that this one would be one of the most rewarding.  The arrogant
blond sat in the grasp of his staff members, her small breasts heaving behind her
sleeveless linen top , her clear, blue eyes sparkling and defiant.  He smiled at Megan
then turned to the one named Alex and said, "You may begin."

From where he had been standing near the office door, Alex stepped to the side of
Megan's chair.  Acknowledging his superior's request with a curt nod, Alex then
turned to his two large associates and said quietly, "Let's get her up and have a look
at her."

Megan looked up at the man questioningly an instant before being forcibly pulled to
her feet.  North returned to his seat as the man named Alex stepped between
Megan and the desk.  Then after a nod from Alex, the two burly men each grabbed
one of Megan's arms in their bear-like grasps.  With a totally neutral expression on
his face, Alex produced a pair of EMT shears from a small belt scabbard then
stepped up toe to toe with Megan.  So close was he, that she could smell the
tobacco on his breath.  He stared directly into Megan's eyes, then without warning
reached up and snipped first one shoulder strap then the other, allowing the
remains of her blouse to fall, exposing the astonished young girl's satin brassiere.  

Megan stared down at the shears then up into the man's
cold eyes, horror spreading over her face, but before she
could utter a sound the man slipped the shears between her
breasts and cut her bra and what remained of her sleeveless
blouse, causing the cups of the small satin support garment
to snap to the side and the ruined blouse to fall to the floor
behind her.  The result was quite pleasing to the eye as
Megan's firm, but not overly large breasts jiggled invitingly,
suddenly set free in the cool room air.  In a period of
perhaps thirty seconds, Megan Richards found herself
stripped to the waist by the silent and efficient man.  

Then as her eyes grew wide, a shriek leapt from Megan's
mouth as she struggled desperately to free herself.  Her cry fell on deaf ears and
sound proof walls, however, as much to her dismay, Alex smiled, then while he
continued to stare straight into her fearful eyes, he slid the shears under the
waistband of her designer blue jeans.  Megan felt cold steel against her belly as
Alex cut through belt, jeans, panties and all.  Replacing the shears into their
scabbard, Alex then grabbed Megan's severed clothing and drug the remnants down
her legs to her feet.  In just that short of a period of time, Megan found herself
shucked like an ear of corn.  One of the attendants then placed one of his feet
between Megan's ankles, stepping on the material of her wrecked pants and
effectively immobilizing her feet.  Without a sound then, Alex stood and looked
toward his superior. 

Adam North sat gazing at the naked and astonished girl held firmly in the grasps of
his two large associates.  Megan certainly was an attractive young lady.  Her milky
white and shapely breasts glowed and her small nipples stood erect in the cool room
air.  In contrast the marvelously smooth skin of Megan's body was tanned to a
honey golden hue with exception of her genital area.  Two thin white bands of skin
atop each thigh indicative of thong style swim wear met at a triangle of golden curls.

Megan was simply too shocked to speak for what seemed an eternity.  She was
about to explode into a tirade of obscenities when without warning, she felt a hand
on her right buttock.  Then someone touched her with a finger on her.... then... "Oh
God!!" Megan groaned.

Unnoticed, by the stunned girl, Alex knelt beside and behind Megan.  Then with
practiced ease, he spread the cheeks of her firm round bottom and slipped his
moistened middle finger into her rectum.  Being completely unprepared for such an
assault, Megan failed to resist in time, and as a result, Alex's long, middle finger
traveled unopposed deep inside her.

"Oh, Jesus! Owww! Nnn!!" Megan squealed.  "Get your finger out of me you...  Are
you people crazy!"  She struggled hard but was unable to break the hold of the two
silent attendants.  Meanwhile, the one named Alex began to probe the tender
tissues of her rectum with his finger.  Megan thrashed her hips about in an effort
to evade his attentions, but unbeknownst to the girl at this point in time, she was
dealing with an experienced professional.  Alex followed Megan's every move as he
calmly went about exploring her interior.  "Ugghh, God!" Megan cried when Alex
started to slowly twist his finger inside of her.  Outrage and humiliation surged
through Megan as she was forced against her will to endure being handled in such a
demeaning manner by total strangers.

Seated behind his desk, Adam North looked on with an impassive expression.  Even
though he was thoroughly enjoying watching his top Handler administer to the
haughty young blond, he would never let his emotions show.  This was serious
business.  Megan was at this very moment receiving her first lesson in submission
and obedience.  

It had long been a belief of North's that the fastest way to a girl's heart is through
her back door.  For this reason, all new inductees at The Center are entered anally
by their primary Handler as soon as possible, and wherever possible in public.  Later
today, Alex would no doubt see to it that Megan was fitted with her C.A.P. Device,
but for now the girl would have to settle for her Handler's finger.  For the
remainder of her stay at The Youth Training Center, Megan Richards would never
find herself without something filling her anal passage.  This policy was known as
Continuous Anal Presence or simply C.A.P. for short.  The incredible margin of
success at training young women at The Center is largely attributable directly to
the  C.A.P. Program.

Megan's struggles slowly began to lessen as she started to realize the futility of
resistance.  At last Megan was able to raise her eyes to meet North's.  This was
extremely difficult for her because the man named Alex insisted on slowly moving
his finger in and out of her.

Adam North cleared his throat.  Immediately the man's finger stopped moving but
remained inside of Megan.  "Can I assume that I now have your undivided attention,
Miss Richards?"

Megan squared her shoulders and glared back at North in silence in spite of her
utterly undignified situation.

North nodded toward Alex.

"Owww!" Megan cried out when the man hooked his finger inside of her, digging his
finger nail into her sensitive internal tissues.

"I expect an answer, Miss Richards," North said, waiting patiently.  Alex began to
move his finger in and out of Megan again.  "I'm waiting, Miss Richards!"

"What?" Megan snapped.  She squirmed uncomfortably, but the two huge goons held
her fast while the horrible Alex moved his finger.  "Uhh, God! His finger," Megan
groaned silently.

North waited for what seemed an eternity then said, "I asked you if you are ready
to give me your undivided attention, Miss Richards.  It's simple question requiring
only a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer."

"God, this was unreal!" Megan's mind wailed.  "How did I get into this terrible place? 
Ugghh," she gasped softly when Alex probed her especially deeply.  Then with
tremendous difficulty, Megan again raised her eyes to meet those of her tormentor. 
She nodded her consent.  "Ahh!" Megan groaned.  Alex had found a new tender spot. 
He seemed to know his way around inside the female anatomy very well.

"I'm sorry," North said straight faced.  "I didn't hear you, Miss Richards."  He
stared into Megan's blue eyes with a steely gaze.

"God!  Make him stop!" Megan thought in silent agony.  Then finally she conceded. 
"OK!" she huffed.  North merely raised his eyebrows questioningly.  The finger
twisted and poked.  With a look of utter dismay, Megan cried, "Yes... yes... I'll listen
to you.  Now please, make him stop," she pleaded at last.

North was in no hurry.  He watched the young blond squirm for a minute or two
before giving an almost imperceptible nod to Alex.  Megan slumped between the two
burly attendants when Alex's finger ceased its explorations for the moment.

As Megan regained her feet, Adam North began, "Miss Richards it is painfully
evident to me that you are the type of girl who believes that the world revolves
around herself."  Megan did her best to recover her composure, but with the man
named Alex's finger still buried in her rectum, his palm flat against the firm cheeks
of her ass, the situation was awkward at best for the young blond.  North smiled
benignly at her obvious discomfort.  Continuing with his speech as if nothing out of
the ordinary was occurring, North said, "You will find your head strong, self-
centered attitude to be quite counter productive during your stay with us.  I
suggest that you take steps to become more cooperative."

"But..." Megan began to object. 

North quickly held up his hand and slowly shook his head, indicating that Megan
should remain silent.

"You were sent to us, Miss Richards by someone very close to you.  Someone who no
longer wishes to tolerate your attitude of self-righteous, arrogance.  At The
Center, we believe that this is hardly the proper attitude for a young lady to
maintain."  He paused to let Megan digest what he'd said thus far.  While he
watched, he saw the stunned disbelief spread across her features.  She shifted her
hips.  Alex's hand followed.  Before Megan could interrupt, North went on, "You may
plan on remaining with us for an undetermined period of time until such a time as
your Handler approves your dismissal.  You have met your Handler, I believe, Miss
Richards."  North nodded in Alex's direction.  Megan glanced down in humiliation at
the man kneeling beside her.  He returned her gaze with an even stare then wiggled
his finger once.  Megan winced, shutting her eyes in shame.  "We refer to Alex as
your Principal.  You may think of him as your spiritual guide during your training. 
You and Alex, Miss Richards, will become very close indeed."

Megan stared at the floor, utterly humiliated.

"Alex will familiarize you with our rules and get you started on a daily program. 
Make no mistake, Miss Richards.  You are going to be a busy girl."  He paused then
said, "Alex."

"Ohhh!" Megan gasped as Alex again demonstrated his prowess for manual
exploration.

"Another cardinal rule here, Miss Richards is that a Guest shall always look either at
her Handler or at the staff member addressing her when she is spoken to or
handled.  In this instance, I expect for you to look me directly in the eye when I
speak to you," he commanded.

Gradually Megan raised her eyes to his.  The look she gave North could have melted
pig iron.  Returning her obvious hatred with a condescending smile, North said,
"That's much better, Miss Richards.  I think there might be hope for you yet given
the proper instruction.  Speaking of instruction, it's high time we got on with your
training program.  I don't expect I'll see you again for a few weeks, and when I do, I
hope to see a new Megan Richards."  Megan opened her mouth to speak and
promptly received a jab from her Handler's finger in a particularly tender spot. 
Ignoring her outbreak this one last time, Adam North continued, "Alex will answer
any questions you may have and get you settled into our little family.  I hope at the
very least, that your stay with us will be an enlightening experience for you.  Good
day, Miss Richards," North then said by way of dismissal.

Adam North took no further notice of Megan, but rather began to shuffle through
some of the veritable mountain of paper work that cluttered the top of his desk. 
Megan couldn't believe her ears.  She stood in shock for a moment staring at the
top of Adam North's head as he leaned over his work.  A myriad of outraged
questions jostled each other, seeking position at the forefront of her thoughts.  

"How did I get here, and how can I get away?" seemed to be the winners.  Megan
remembered going back to her dorm room after Sociology.  She'd let herself in the
door, and then everything was a blank.  "They must have drugged me," she thought
to herself.  "But now what?" she wondered feeling the icy fingers of hopelessness
close around her heart.  

Megan's thoughts were soon interrupted when Alex said, from beside her, "Please
step out of your clothing, Miss Richards.  You won't be needing them again for a
good while."  He held Megan firmly by her right hip while maintaining his presence in
her rectal passage.  Megan glanced down at him with a blank expression.  "Your
pants, Miss Richards," Alex repeated.

"Alright," Megan snapped after a moment.  "I heard you the first time, and when are
you going to get your finger out of my ass, you pervert?"  The adrenalin rush made
Megan feel strong and confident again.  The feeling did not last long.

Alex glared up at Megan for several minutes, his dark eyes conveying in no uncertain
terms his displeasure.  "Very well, then, Miss Richards," he said at last.  "We'll do it
the hard way.  Gentlemen..."  Before Megan could think to resist, she was swept off
her feet by the two large attendants.  One stepped in front of her then turned her
to face the other, who bent down and hoisted the young blond onto his shoulder like
a sack.  Alex adroitly followed her every move with his hand.  As the trio marched
from Adam North's office, Alex's middle finger was still firmly sheathed in Megan's
anal passage.  Her initial interview at The Youth Training Center was complete.

Once outside the Headmaster's office, Megan was set on her feet, then with her
entourage in close attendance, she was marched down a long hallway.  Her questions
of where she was being taken and others were summarily ignored by the two large
attendants as well as her Primary.  At last they arrived in front of a door marked
"Fitting Room".  Upon entering, Megan was quickly ushered to an odd looking chair in
the center of the white tiled room.

The fiberglass, 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.  The seat bottom was split into
two sections such that the occupant's thighs would
be cradled and supported while leaving her buttocks
unconstrained and accessible.  Attached to the seat
were two six inch wide fiberglass leg extensions
which ended in stainless steel stirrups.   The lower
extremity 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.  Just above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band was
attached to a head rest at neck level.  In the odd chair, fondly referred to by The
Center staff as the "Cooperation Seat", a person could be restrained by the throat,
arms and legs, rendering them totally immobile and helpless.

Not liking the looks of the chair in the slightest, but unable to overpower her burly
Handlers, Megan found herself secured to the device in a matter of minutes. 
Through the entire restraint process, Alex somehow managed to keep his finger
inside the young blond beauty, and now stood, with his hand between Megan's
distended thighs, gazing down at her.  Alex moved his finger slowly in and out of
Megan, watching her closely.  Megan winced and groaned softly, but otherwise
remained silent, waiting.

Having fulfilled their duties, the two large attendants exited the room, leaving
Megan alone with her Principal.  Megan looked around the room, the level of her
dread creeping higher as she recognized several instruments of a gynecological
nature in the glass fronted cases and cabinets which lined the walls.  Other devices,
she could not identify and anxiously prayed she would never have to.

After what seemed like an endless period of time, Alex extracted his finger from
Megan's rectum without a word.  The young blond breathed a slow sigh of relief as
this was the first time in almost an hour that she'd been without a foreign object
inside of her.  As Megan would soon come to find out, it would be one of the last.

Alex stepped between, Megan's parted legs.  Then, placing his hands on her knees he
stared her directly in the eyes, saying, "We will begin your Induction Examination
now, Miss Richards.  I expect you to remain silent during the entire procedure,
unless you are asked a direct question." Megan started to struggle against the
restraining straps.  

"You let me go, you... you monster!" she shouted, her words reverberating hollowly
against the tiled walls.  When Alex returned her outburst with nothing more than a
condescending smirk, Megan spat at him.  It was a dandy shot too.  The glob of
spittle struck the man on his right cheek where it clung, glistening under the bright
flourescent lights.  Megan glared triumphantly at her tormentor, but only for an
instant.  Quickly her haughty expression turned to one of shock mixed with dismay,
when the man wiped the globule of spit from his cheek then in a completely
nonchalant manner, transferred it to Megan's right nipple and areola.  There he
swirled two fingers over the tender pink flesh before grasping Megan's nipple and
pinching brutally.  The unexpected assault had the desired result, causing Megan to
shriek.  Her body writhed as the man continued to apply twisting pressure to the
sensitive organ.  When at last he released her, Megan lay panting in the
"Cooperation Seat" staring up her Principal with fear and loathing plainly etched on
her lovely features.

With no acknowledgment what-so-ever of his recent attack upon her person, Alex
continued, "As I was saying, Miss Richards.  We are going to proceed with the
examination now."  Then returning his hand to Megan's tender breast, he squeezed
the shapely organ gently.  Megan tensed herself, preparing for the worst, but
instead, the man only rubbed her.  Then looking her directly in the eyes, he said, "I
trust there will be no further outbursts on your part, Miss Richards," he gradually
increased the pressure on Megan's breast.  As Megan's face began to register the
slowly escalating aching pain, Alex asked in a sterner tone of voice, "Miss Richards?"

Megan groaned.  Leaning her head back against the head rest, she shut her eyes and
tried to ignore the bands of pain spreading through her gut.  At last she could
endure the growing agony no longer.  Opening her eyes she stared defiantly at the
man standing between her legs and hissed, "Alright, you bastard.  Alright!"

That seemed to satisfy the man named Alex, because he immediately released his
hold on Megan's breast, his finger prints glowing an angry red in her tender white
flesh for several minutes afterward.

"It wasn't the response that he was looking for, exactly, but it would do for now,"
Alex thought, returning his hand to Megan's raised knee.  He knew that in a few
short weeks, the head strong young lady's attitude would undergo a radical change. 
"They almost all started off this way," he mused.  If the truth be known, Alex
rather enjoyed their empty threats and hollow demonstrations of resistance.  He
smiled down at the angry girl.  "Very well then," he continued.  "In addition, I expect
you to always maintain eye contact with me while I examine you.  I believe that The
Headmaster mentioned that this is one of our non-negotiable standards here at The
Center.  You are expected to obey this and all rules during your stay with us, Miss
Richards.  Do I make myself clear?"  Alex leaned forward, resting his elbows
casually on Megan's knees which lay bound in the restraining cradles of the
Cooperation Seat.  When Megan only glared at him in reply, Alex went on.  "I'll take
that as a 'Yes", then.  OK, we'll proceed.  This examination will be very thorough,
Miss Richards and therefore rather time consuming."  He paused.   "Let's get
started then shall we.  I want you to answer a few questions for me, please, Miss
Richards."  He pushed himself back then stepped from between her legs.  Megan
stared at him suspiciously.  

Picking up a clipboard from a side table, Alex began the interview portion of the
exam.  "Are you experiencing any health problems at this time?"  He peered over
the clipboard at Megan.  Megan shook her head.  "Good.  Are you taking any
medications or recreational drugs?"  Again a negative shake of her head.  A look of
indignation crossed her face as a result of the reference to recreational drug use. 
Megan was a wholesome girl who prided herself on her self control and of the
company she kept.   "Very good, Miss Richards.  Your cooperation is appreciated." 
He scribbled several notes on his pad.

In spite of her circumstances, Megan actually began to relax a little simply from the
professional manner in which Alex conducted the interview.  Then came the first
slightly "awkward" question.

"Are you taking any type of birth control medication, Miss Richards, or do you use a
contraceptive device.  If so which?"  Alex's expression was inquisitive as he glanced
up at the blushing girl.  Before Megan could answer, he said in an entirely
conversational tone of voice, "I assume that you are sexually active, Miss Richards. 
Am I right?"  He raised his eyebrows.

"I... I..." Megan spluttered, caught completely off guard by the very personal
question.  Alex waited patiently for her to regain her composure.  Then with as
defiant a look as possible Megan stared into the man's eyes and said, "I don't think
that is any of your business!"  

Silence...

Alex, keeping his eyes locked onto Megan's, clipped his pencil beneath the clamp on
the clipboard.  Then without giving her the slightest indication of what he was about
to do, he reached his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy.  Smiling
inwardly as the haughty blond's eyes went round and wide, Alex slid his finger into
the only slightly moist valley between her resilient vulva.  Megan groaned almost
inaudibly and closed her eyes when his finger touched her intimate flesh.  After
only a brief search Alex found the girl's vaginal portal and entered her as
effortlessly and nonchalantly as if he had been Megan's long time friend and
partner.

"Oh... Jeeeesss..!" Megan gasped as the man's long middle finger forced aside her
tender tissues.  

Even though she was virtually dry, Alex managed to gain full penetration of the
young blond in just a few seconds.

Megan banged her head back against the head rest with a strangled cry as the
horrible man began to probe and explore.   Straining helplessly against the leg
restraints of the "Cooperation Seat", Megan was forced to endure several minutes
of Alex's manual attentions.  She quickly discovered that the man was equally at
home in a woman's vagina as he was in her back entrance.  When at last he removed
his finger from inside of her, Megan noticed that Alex's finger glistened already
with her own silky, natural lubricant.  Megan was mortified.

Without so much a glance in her direction, Alex picked up his clipboard and made a
couple of notations.  Megan lay there exposed and vulnerable, her breathing rapid
and thready from the trauma of the man's most recent invasive act.  Silently Alex
lay the clipboard aside then walked over to a side wall unit containing many drawers. 
From one of them he removed a pneumatic vaccination gun.  Next he stepped over
to a small refrigerator and took a small glass vial from a tray in its door.  Megan lay
helplessly watching as he then threaded the vial onto the top of the stainless steel
pistol-like device and moved toward her.

"Snick.." the gun reported against the firm flesh of Megan's left hip.

"Owww!" she squeaked to Alex's back as he walked back to the cabinet.  He then
unscrewed the empty vial from the vaccination gun and tossed it into a nearby trash
container.  Next he attached another vial that he retrieved from the refrigerator
and walked back to his subject.

"W...wait.  Nnno!" Megan entreated. 

"Snick.."

Alex stepped away to replace the pneumatic device into its proper drawer.

When he returned to the side of the chair, Alex informed Megan in an unemotional
tone.  "I have determined that you are or at least have been sexually active, Miss
Richards, and I have just administered a dose of our special contraceptive." 
Megan's mouth fell open in shock.  "It's a rather unique drug, Miss Richards," Alex
went on conversationally.  "We find it to be highly effective in preventing unwanted
pregnancy, but should we desire to impregnate you, a simple injection of an antidote
will instantly counteract the drugs effectiveness rendering you immediately able to
conceive."  Alex let that information sink into the stunned girl, while he busied
himself with setting up his instruments on a tray nearby.

"W..what was in the other one?" Megan asked nervously.

"A special vitamin compound," Alex lied.  "It will help to keep your strength up."

In actuality, Megan had been given her first injection of Thelazine.  It would take
several minutes for the drug to take effect.

Turning back to Megan Alex then said, "I am going to examine you now, Miss
Richards, and record a few of your personal measurements.  You may assist me by
answering my questions when asked, or I can, as you have seen, obtain the answers
I need by slightly more, shall we say, 'invasive' means."  Megan returned his stare as
evenly as she could, trying to be brave.  From the instrument tray, Alex took a
chemical cold pack.  Then after crushing it, he shook the pack and placed it quickly
over Megan's left nipple, causing her to gasp.  "I know it's cold, Miss Richards. 
Please hold very still for a moment while I measure the size of your nipples."  While
he held the cold pack over Megan's nipple he reached for a small pair of calipers in
the instrument tray.  After a minute, he removed the cold pack to reveal to Megan's
dismay, one fully erect pink nipple.  Alex then proceeded to measure both the height
and diameter of the sensitive nub of flesh while he continued his interrogation.

"With regards to your sexual activity, Miss Richards.  At what age did you lose your
virginity and how many lovers have you entertained since that time?"

Megan was again stunned by the directness of his questions.  So much so that she
hardly noticed when he'd completed his measurements of both of her nipples.  "I...
I.." she began then groaned when Alex grasped both of her firm breasts and began
to manipulated them with his strong hands, his fingers searching for and finding the
hard substance of her mammary glands beneath the softer fatty breast tissues. 
After a minute, he apparently found what he was searching for, because Alex again
removed his hands from Megan's breasts and made some more notes on his pad. 
Megan was practically in shock.  Never before in her life had she been subjected to
such indignities.  She felt light headed.

"Miss Richards.  Miss Richards," Alex repeated, leaning close to her face.  "Please
pay attention and answer my questions, or I will be forced to administer a drug that
will help to keep you 'in the now'.  Unfortunately it has other less desirable side-
effects."

Megan shook herself back to her dismal reality.  "I... I'm sorry," she mumbled. 

"A very good sign," Alex noted.  "Now, how old were you when you allowed your
hymen to be penetrated?"  He asked staring directly at Megan.

Megan blushed hotly.  She was embarrassed by the answer she would surely be
forced to give.  Taking a deep breath, Megan spoke very softly, so great was her
mortification.  "Thirteen," she said.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Richards," Alex said.  Picking up a rectal thermometer from
the metal tray, Alex reached up under Megan's right thigh and slipped it into her
anal passage.  "I didn't hear you.  Repeat, please."  He twisted the thin glass rod in
Megan's ass then left it there.

After a groan due to the most recent invasion of her person, Megan said with a
slight gasp.  "Thirteen.  I was thirteen, OK!"  She expected some sort of derogatory
remark, and was surprised when Alex simply made note of this fact on his pad.  

"And how many lovers have you had since?" he asked.

"Two," she answered immediately, then paused.  "No, three," she corrected herself. 
She'd forgotten about Mr. Harris, her senior year high school trigonometry teacher,
whom she'd bribed for a grade with one afternoon of sex.  The entire affair had
been repugnant to Megan, but it was that very occasion that she discovered just
how many doors she could open with the right "incentive".  Then Megan caught
herself.  "What was she doing?" she thought.  "Why am I cooperating with this
deviant?"  Megan made a silent vow not to answer any more of his questions.

"Three lovers.  Thank you, Miss Richards," Alex said, jotting on his pad.  He reached
down and withdrew the thermometer from Megan.  Holding it up to the light, Alex
read the tiny scale and noted the reading in his log.  "And what sort of sexual
experiences have you had, Miss Richards?" he asked as he tore open an alcohol wipe
and cleaned the thermometer.  "Vaginal sex only, or have you experimented with
oral or anal sex as well?  Have you ever had more than one lover at a time?"  Alex
rattled off the humiliating questions as if he were asking Megan what her favorite
color was or what kind of car she drove.  Megan steeled herself.  Looking away from
the man, she obstinately remained silent.  

A gasping cry, escaped the young girl's lips unbidden, however, when her Principal
unexpectedly inserted the thermometer into Megan's vagina so deeply that his
fingers, holding the end made contact with the petals of her labia.  There he left
the instrument with only the tiniest bit visible for later retrieval.  Sensing Megan's
defiance, Alex warned, "If you do not answer, Miss Richards, I can get the
information I desire by taking internal tissue samples, but I can assure you, the
procedure is far from pleasant."

After a thoughtful period of silence, Megan decided reluctantly to cooperate.  Alex
was pleased to see the haughty self-confidence return to his new pupil's face as she
looked toward him and proclaimed almost proudly that she'd had oral sex on one
occasion.  Megan remembered with disgust the foul taste of Mr. Harris' dick as
she'd taken him into her previously virgin mouth.  She'd never before or since done
that with any man, but Harris had insisted, or he'd refuse to give her the passing
grade she needed to graduate.

"No anal?  No group experiences?" Alex probed after a moment.

Megan looked away, angered and embarrassed.  "No way she'd let any guy take her
'back there'," she thought.  Megan felt a blush rise to her face and neck.  She'd
considered more than once though what it might be like to be with two men.  It was
her own private, dirty, little fantasy, but so far she'd not found it advantageous to
do so.  Megan shook her head in response to Alex's question.  

"She'd answered him again," she reprimanded herself.  "Why?"  

She was looking away from him and thus Megan didn't see Alex reach between her
legs again.  Megan jumped within the limits of the restraints when Alex once again
cupped her pussy.  When the girl snapped her head around to glare at him, Alex
returned Megan's angry stare with a patronizing smile as he began to rub her.  From
time to time, he tugged at her blond pubic curls with his fingers.  Megan looked
away, humiliated.  

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex spoke his first command to the young blond.  He
squeezed her warm, full pussy rhythmically.  Megan shook her head, refusing to
cooperate.  "Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex repeated in a more threatening tone. 
Searching between Megan's resilient outer labia, Alex found one of her inner lips. 
Taking the tender flap of skin between his thumb and index finger, Alex waited for
perhaps five seconds.  When Megan failed to do as she was told, Alex pinched her
hard using his thumbnail.

Megan's cry could be heard even outside the "Fitting Room".  "You bastard!" she
screamed!  The intense pain had reignited her fury at being abducted and abused. 
"Let go of me, you filthy bastard.  I'm gonna kill you, so help me God!  Ohhh..
Owwww!" she wailed as Alex ignored her threats and continued to apply pressure to
her tender feminine flesh.  

"Look at me, Miss Richards," he commanded without raising his voice.

Megan writhed and heaved, thrusting her hips to the limits of the velcro bands in an
effort to escape the horrible man's excruciating attentions.  "You son of a bitch!"
she said at last raising her eyes to his, but the pain didn't stop.  "Owww! God, please
stop.  Please!" Megan broke down and cried after another thirty seconds of pure
agony.

"Disrespect and disobedience will not be tolerated, Miss Richards.  From this point
onward such instances will be dealt with harshly."  Megan's entire body convulsed
from the pain as Alex continued to apply pressure to her tender tissues.  A small
trickle of blood dripped unnoticed to the floor beneath the chair.  Tears welled in
the young girl's eyes as she tried desperately at last to honor her Principal's
command.  Alex stared into Megan's blue eyes for several seconds before at long
last, he removed his hand from between her legs.  

Megan slumped back into the form fitting "Cooperation Seat", her breaths coming in
ragged shudders.  She closed her eyes and fought off a wave of nausea.  Suddenly
she felt a hand on her pussy again.  Expecting the worst, Megan tensed.  Then she
remembered.  Quickly she opened her eyes and gazed into those of her Handler. 
For this, Megan received an nod of approval from Alex who then reached farther
down between her legs and extracted the thermometer from her vagina.

After marking her vaginal temperature in his notes, Alex again appalled the drained
girl when he said in a conversational tone of voice, "You have an elegant body, Miss
Richards.  After the proper training and attitude adjustments you should be able to
provide more than adequate service to a lover or lovers."

Megan lay spellbound.  Unable to respond to the man's unthinkable statement.  "He
acts like I'm some kind of whore," Megan thought, her outrage smoldering just
below the surface.

"But all in due time," Alex then said turning to the instrument tray again.  "Right
now we need to take a few more measurements."  When he turned back, Megan
gasped when she saw what Alex held in his hands.  Megan had seen enough dirty
pictures to know what a dildo looked like.  The object that her Handler now held
looked kind of like what she'd seen in magazines, but different somehow.

The Vaginal Micrometer Probe is a highly specialized instrument designed by The
Center's technical staff.  At first glance it appears to be nothing more than an
elongated phallus approximately one inch in diameter and eighteen inches long. 
Smaller sizes are of course available for the very young.  Made of white plastic, the
length of the shaft is calibrated with black bands in both inches and centimeters. 
One end of the device tapers to a rounded point, while the other is blunted.  On the
blunt end can be found the controls.  On one side there is a small LCD display next
to a round, black button covered with a protective rubber boot.

"No, please don't," Megan pleaded as Alex stepped between her legs.  "I'll do
anything you want.  Anything," Megan said, looking Alex in the eye.  She tried to put
on her most seductive look, but her eye was quickly drawn to the shining device
being aimed at her gateway.

"I know you will, Miss Richards.  I know you will," Alex said with a smile as he
carefully slipped the tip of the vaginal micrometer between Megan's dark, pink inner
labia.

"No, please," Megan moaned when Alex spread her lips with the fingers of his free
hand.

"Silence, Miss Richards, and do not look away, please," her Handler ordered.

Megan tried her best to look at Alex's face but could not help but follow his eyes
downward as he pressed the tip of the vaginal device against her entrance.

"Oh... Oh no.. Jeesss!" Megan groaned as smooth plastic device traveled effortlessly
into her.  Had she had the presence of mind to notice, Megan might have been
surprised at just how well lubricated she was.

That fact certainly hadn't escaped the observant eye of her Handler.  Alex had
made another mental note to later be transferred to Megan's permanent file. 
"Megan Richards appears to self-lubricate adequately, even under duress.  The
Thelazine appears to be working," he'd later write.  Alex felt the strong vaginal
contractions against the probe as his young charge tried to resist penetration. 
When the four inch calibration band disappeared from sight between moist, pink
flesh, Alex paused, twisted then withdrew the shaft about two inches.  He felt
Megan squeeze, in an attempt to force the foreign object from within her.  Placing
the palm of his left hand flat down on Megan's tummy, Alex moved the shining
cylinder in and out a couple of inches in four or five relatively rapid strokes.  He felt
Megan's abdominal muscles flex in time beneath her soft, warm belly.  "Good
muscular response," he noted.

"Ohhhhh..." Megan moaned.

Pausing again, Alex looked the unhappy young girl in the eye and said in no uncertain
terms, "Miss Richards, I will tolerate no further violations of the rule of silence. 
Consider this your final warning."

Megan's blue eyes flashed at his threat.  "Fuck you!" she hissed through clenched
teeth.

"I was hoping this would go easier," Alex said in a disappointed tone.  He then
pressed the button on the blunt end of the device.  A one hundred watt second
electrical pulse was delivered to the walls of Megan's vagina through rows of tiny
contacts along the length of the vaginal micrometer.

Megan grunted in a most unladylike fashion as her back arched upward off the chair
back as far as the restraints would allow.  Inside, her vaginal muscles contracted in
a powerful spasm around the vaginal micrometer.  The pulse function was actually
intended to be used to measure vaginal diameter and muscle tone as Alex would
later demonstrate, but it could also be used for disciplinary purposes.  Megan just
found that out.  Alex let her body settle back into the cradle of the chair before
pressing the button again.

"Huuuhhh," was the only response Megan could manage.  Her eyes rolled back in her
head as her shapely hips bucked upward convulsively.  

This time, as the teenager's back arched, Alex pushed the micrometer forward.  He
was impressed by the amount of force he was required to use in order to overpower
the pressure of his charge's vaginal grip.  With practiced timing, Alex caused the tip
of the device to arrive at the very end of Megan's birth canal just as her hips
settled back into the seat.

"Eight and a half inches.  Not bad for a first effort," Alex remarked.  Then he
repeated himself for Megan's benefit.  "Eight and a half inches, Miss Richards."

"Wha... what?" Megan asked in a bewildered voice.

"According to my instrument, you are currently able to accept a penis of
approximately eight and one half inches in length into your vagina with no difficulty. 
That's quite commendable."  He smiled at the distressed look on Megan's face. 
"Let's see if you can manage any more, shall we" he suggested pleasantly.

Before Megan could even think to object, she felt the vaginal micrometer withdraw. 
She was about to breath a sigh of relief that perhaps her ordeal was drawing to a
close, when Alex returned the device to its only recently evacuated sheath in one
swift motion.  Megan actually saw her tummy bulge outward before she returned
her gaze to her Handler's face.  She was learning quickly.

Using his left thumb, Alex found the small hood of skin that covered the highly
sensitive organ at the very top of Megan's vaginal valley.  Deftly pushing the tiny
membrane back, he exposed her clitoris.  Alex watched the medley of expressions
play across his young charge's face as he began to swirl his thumb over the tiny
organ while at the same time he stroked slowly in and out with the vaginal
micrometer.  For the next several minutes, Megan endeavored to keep her eyes
fixed on those of the man who fucked her with the specialty device.  Alex noted her
progress along these lines while he monitored penetration by observing the
calibrations on the probe.  He also paid close attention to the amount of resistance
that Megan exerted with her vaginal muscles.  As expected, the young girl was
slowly applying less and less resistive pressure to penetration.  The purpose of the
clitoral stimulation was to cause Megan's body to betray her conscious mind.  As
Alex had witnessed time and time again, that is exactly what was happening to the
pretty blond at this very moment.  Unbeknownst to Megan her body was actually
beginning to welcome each thrust of the hard plastic device.  Alex deemed her
ready when at last she started to squeeze the micrometer upon egress rather than
on ingress.  Megan was fucking back.  

In his experience, which was considerable, Alex found that a surprising number of
young ladies readily took to sexual stimulation in spite of their efforts to resist.  It
was particularly pleasurable to witness a female's reactions when she at last
recognizes this fact and gives in to her body's urgings.  In Megan Richards' case,
however, Alex suspected that the enhancement drug was helping a good deal.  Even
though the information he'd received from R&D stated that Thelazine could take as
long as one hour after the initial dose to take effect, Alex couldn't imagine that this
head strong blond would allow herself to lose control without some "help".

Another unladylike grunt was followed closely by a soft fart, from young Megan
when Alex suddenly shoved the vaginal micrometer deeply into her, pushing hard
against the resistance of what proved to be her cervix.  As Megan's back arched
once more in response, Alex noted that the ten inch mark on the shaft of the probe
was no longer visible.  Then he once again pressed the button on the blunt end.  This
time, however, as Megan's hips rose upward, Alex made note of the reading in the
small LCD window on the end of the micrometer.

Based upon the difference in vaginal muscle tension at full contraction versus full
relaxation, exerted upon the lines of tiny pressure sensors located along the length
of the device, the small computer inside the micrometer quickly calculated that at
her current level of sexual experience, Megan Richards could safely accept a male
organ or other artificial device of approximately ten to ten and a half inches in
length and two and a half inches in diameter or fifty-one, point five cubic inches of
mass.  While holding the probe deeply inside Megan, Alex touched two small buttons
just below the LCD display.  This caused the device to scroll backward, displaying
several values in pounds per square inch.  What these readings represented was the
force in PSI exerted by Megan's vaginal muscles during the period when Alex was
performing artificial intercourse on her with the probe.  In addition to reading
maximum vaginal pressure following the pulse discharge, the instrument also
recorded the natural vaginal contractions which occur during female arousal.

Alex frowned at these numbers.  Although Megan appeared capable of handling a
sizeable lover, she lacked the muscular discipline that could only come with practice
and training.  Megan Richards would soon receive plenty of training and practice in
the Center's Gymnasium in addition to actual "sack time" with no less than two
lovers per day.

Satisfied with the data, Alex removed the probe from Megan's vagina.  The
teenager groaned.  "You will be happy to know, Miss Richards, that according to my
data, you have the potential to become a capable lover.  What you need now is a
good deal of instruction coupled with plenty of supervised application."

Having recovered somewhat from her vaginal assessment, Megan simply glared at
Alex.  "Great!" she thought.  "I'm thrilled."

"Well, let's move on then, shall we," Alex said after a moment.  Megan shot him a
look of disbelief.  With a chuckle, Alex said, "We have a good bit of exploring still
to do, Miss Richards.  We need to study your other abdominal passage in depth." 
When Megan gave him a quizzical look, Alex continued to explain, "We need to
investigate your rectal passage, Miss Richards."

Megan swallowed hard.  She felt herself flex back there as she remembered the
feeling of the man's finger inside of her.  It was such an "icky" feeling, and one that
no matter how hard she tried, she could not put out of her mind.  Just thinking
about it, gave Megan a funny feeling in her tummy.  It was for this very reason that
the C.A.P. program was so effective in gaining and keeping a girl's attention.

Seeing the distressed look on his pupil's pretty face, Alex felt he'd better get
started.  There was no time like the present to help Megan in her first step toward
gaining a new outlook on her femininity.  Having replaced the vaginal micrometer in
the instrument tray, Alex remained standing between Megan's legs.  The young
blond jumped when he slipped the tip of his middle finger between her labia.  "I
apologize, Miss Richards," he began as he rubbed his finger slowly up and down
between Megan's pussy lips.  Megan tried to steel herself, knowing that something
awful was about to happen.  "For the rather unscientific method I must use in order
to size you for your CAP device," he continued.  "CAP stands for Continuous Anal
Presence, Miss Richards, as I'm sure the Headmaster pointed out to you."  Without
so much as altering his tone of voice, Alex slipped his finger, pre-moistened with
Megan's own vaginal fluids, into her rectal passage.  He smiled down at her wide and
staring eyes as his palm came to rest flat against her buttocks.  She squeezed his
finger tightly for several seconds.  When at last Alex felt the young blond relax
her hold on his probing digit, he began to flex his finger in all directions, pulling and
stretching.

"Oh God!  Oh nnnnnn... Ugghh!" Megan groaned helplessly as she was thoroughly
explored.

"Until a device such as the vaginal micrometer is developed for rectal use, we are
forced to determine anal size by tactile means," Alex explained while he continued
to search with his finger.  This particular procedure had to be the most humiliating
for Megan.  She thought she would simply die.  Alex went on with his lecture as if
nothing out of the ordinary were happening, "Once your CAP device is fitted and
inserted, Miss Richards, it will become a part of your anatomy.  I am the only person
authorized to remove it."  Megan grunted when Alex pushed hard against a tender
spot.  "There," he said after an interminable period of time.  "I think a size six will
do nicely."  He removed his finger.

"Jeeesss.." Megan huffed.

"Before we attempt a fitting, though, we'll need to clean you out a bit, Miss
Richards."  With growing horror, Megan watched while Alex set up a standing steel
rack from which he suspended a lavage bottle filled with clear liquid.  "When was
the last time you had an enema, Miss Richards?"  Megan looked away in disgust and
fright.  "Well, you had better get used to them, because you will be receiving
several over the next few months," her Handler said with a chuckle as he connected
the applicator tubing to the bottom of the suspended bottle.  He then placed a
large plastic tub on the floor under Megan's exposed bottom.  "Let's see how you do
with your first one," Alex said as without delay he inserted the
plastic applicator tip into Megan.

"Ohhhh.." Megan groaned, closing her eyes once again.

"Open your eyes, please Miss Richards and look at me," Alex
commanded as he reached up and released the retaining clip on the
tubing, allowing the contents of the bottle to flow quickly down the
clear tubing and into Megan Richards' bowel.  He watched tears
begin to form in her clear blue eyes as the internal pressure started
to mount.  Alex then moved the tip of the applicator in and out
slowly causing his pretty young charge to wince noticeably.  When
the bottle was practically empty, Alex waited for a minute or two
then quickly extracted the applicator tip from Megan's rectum.

"Oh, God, no!" Megan moaned in utter humiliation as the contents of her bowels
emptied noisily into the tub beneath the "Cooperation Seat".  After a minute, Alex
toweled her off then slipped his finger back into her.  He then searched her
thoroughly before at last saying, "OK, then.  I think you're ready now, my dear."

Megan bridled at that.  "He called me 'his dear'," she hissed to herself.  "I'll make
him pay for this," Megan vowed.  While she sat steaming, Alex had gone to one of
the glass cases and returned holding Megan's first CAP device.

Another specialized design by The Center, the CAP device is made of a clear acrylic
material that allows the wearer to be inspected visually without the need for
removal.  Shaped like a small bomb, the device has a rounded point for ease of
insertion then quicky widens to provide the bearer with a maximum sense of
presence.  From there the device tapers to a narrow neck which is designed to
capture the first anal sphincter, effectively locking the device in place.  The neck
then widens again to keep the anal opening dilated for easy access.

The size six that Alex held in his hand was a formidable looking device to say the
least.  A sense of dread fell over Megan just looking at it.  "Is he gonna put that
thing into me?" her mind screamed.

As if to answer her mental cry, Alex held up the device for her inspection.  "I want
you to have a good look at this, Miss Richards.  This is your CAP device.  Soon it will
be as much a part of you as your left arm.  All of our Guests wear one of these. 
The CAP device tends to fine tune a Guest's learning potential by centering and
focusing her thoughts.  It provides a girl with a constant reminder of her
commitment to improve.

Megan stared at the ominous torpedo as it was held just inches from her nose.  She
then began to shake her head from side to side.  Finally she was able to squeak out
a few words.  "Please, you can't put that inside of me.  It'll hurt me."

"Yes, my dear, you're right.  It is going to hurt you at first, but you'll be surprised
at how quickly you'll adapt.  Why in no time you'll be wearing a size eight or even
nine." 

The size six CAP device that Alex held in front of Megan was approximately six
inches long and one and one quarter inches in diameter its widest part.

"This little jewel will change your life, my dear," Alex said.  He loved this part. 
While Megan looked on in disgust, he popped the clear acrylic torpedo into his mouth
and sucked on it briefly.  "No matter where you are or what you're doing during your
day, you'll know it's in there."  Alex unexpectedly placed the tip of the device to
Megan's mouth.  Instinctively she jerked her face away.  "Turn back and look at me,
young lady," Alex ordered sternly.

"Noo," Megan whined.  

Alex reached between her thighs.

"Uh uh, don't!" Megan cried near tears as she quickly looked back at her Handler.

"That's better," Alex cooed as he began to rub the smooth tip of the CAP device
across Megan's lips.  She shut her eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes!" Alex snapped.

Megan did as she was told instantly.

"Good," Alex said with a smile.  "As I was saying, this little guy is going to change
your life, Miss Richards.  After a few weeks I'll bet I never hear another ugly
remark from you."  While Megan did her best to keep her eyes on his face, Alex
moved the tip of the CAP device to her left nipple.

"Oh, God!" Megan moaned again.

Disregarding the pretty blond's cries, Alex slowly slid the tip of the tiny tormentor
down the center of Megan's chest then over her heaving tummy, finally stopping at
the top of her pubic arch.  He noticed that the young blond was holding her breath
in anticipation.  With a smile Alex moved the tip slowly through Megan's soft, blond
curls, over her pubic bone and into the moist valley of pleasure between her thighs. 
"Megan Richards, I am very happy to be the one to welcome you the ranks of The
Youth Training Center," her Handler said.  He then pushed the tip ever so slowly
into Megan's vaginal opening.

"Mmm mmm..." she whined while Alex twisted the clear cylinder slowly from side to
side.  Then once it was coated with silken juice, Alex inducted his latest pupil into
The Center's general population.  "Uuuggghhhh!" Megan grunted when her sphincter
snapped into place around the neck of her CAP device.  

Alex had as usual, thoroughly enjoyed the expression on the young blond's face as
an extremely private area of her female anatomy was invaded by the hard acrylic
device.

The pain was so intense that Megan thought she'd faint.  First came the sensation
of stretching.  It stung like hell.  Megan was certain she'd been torn asunder back
there.  Then as the man standing smiling down at her from between her legs pushed
harder on the plastic plug, a hot, aching sensation spread up her spine and out to the
tips of her pelvis.  Megan felt her thigh muscles twitch and tremble uncontrollably
as the swollen center section of her CAP device entered then filled her.

The feeling of fullness and pressure suddenly called up an unbidden memory for
Megan.  It was of her most recent and still secret lover, Emilio.  She'd met the boy
quite by accident and was certain that Glenn, her steady boyfriend, had no idea of
their clandestine relationship.  At first Megan had felt guilty about cheating on
Glenn, but quickly decided that what Glenn didn't know wouldn't hurt him.  Glenn was
a sweet guy, Megan thought, but sometimes she felt she needed more excitement. 
The way the young Latin stared at her, gave Megan that feeling of power like Glenn
was never able to do.  Emilio was two years her junior and was completely enamored
with Megan.  He would do anything she told him in order to gain her favor, and he
did it very well.  He had the stamina of a stallion and a libido to match.  Emilio had
another stallion-like characteristic that had taken some getting used to.  He was
huge.  At first Emilio had been very aggressive in his love making, catching Megan
off guard, and causing her to react in a most unseemly manner, but Megan was soon
able to gain control.  Now she could have the young man at will.  So at least once a
week, Megan was in the habit of stopping by Emilio's apartment on her way home to
Glenn.  At least once a week, Glenn was told "she had a headache."

"Huh... huh... huhh," Megan panted as her anatomy adjusted itself to allow for the
foreign object being slowly thrust into her.  "Nnnn.." she groaned through clenched
teeth, the tendons of her neck standing out like steel trusses.  

Then after one final grunt that emanated from deep within, the young blond, Alex
said, "There we are, Miss Richards.  Your CAP device is in place."  Megan sat
breathing heavily as she stared him.  She sincerely hoped that the hatred she felt
for him showed on her face.  Indifferent to Megan's hostile glare, Alex continued to
deliver his instructions to his captive pupil, "You will wear this device day and night
during your stay with us, and I want to make one thing abundantly clear, Miss
Richards," he said.  As he spoke he pushed in sharply on the end of the impaling
device.  Megan's head banged back against the headrest of the seat in response.  "I
am the only person authorized to remove this device.  Do you understand me, Miss
Richards?"  Grasping its ever so slightly exposed end, Alex rotated the CAP device
slowly back and forth.  

Megan did her best to maintain relative composure, but as much as she tried to
concentrate on the hatred she felt for this vile man and the horrible organization
he represented, she was unable to tear her thoughts from the presence in her back
side.  Try as she might, her defiance seemed to fade as her focus was drawn
inexorably to the throbbing fullness imparted to her senses by the appliance inside
her.  Never in her eighteen years had Megan felt such rage and humiliation and
helplessness.  She'd always been the one to call the shots.  She'd always been able
to get any man to do her bidding.

"Miss Richards?"  Alex said, snapping Megan back to the present.  "Do you
understand me, Miss Richards?" he repeated.  Megan shut her eyes when he applied
more pressure to the CAP device.  "Open your eyes, Miss Richards.  Look at me and
answer.  Now!" Alex commanded in a low growl.

Megan Richards opened her blue eyes and looked upon her tormentor.  She looked
from one of her tightly bound legs to the other, then down at her wrists under the
black velcro restraints.  Slowly, then, she raised her gaze to his.  "Yes," she said
then dropped her eyes.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex demanded.

After a deep breath Megan again raised her eyes to his and answered, "Yes.  I
understand!"

"That's very good," Alex said releasing his hold on the impaling plug.  "I expect you
to observe the two cardinal rules of The Center, and those are: (1) Silence at all
times, especially while being handled, and (2) direct eye contact shall be maintained
with the Handler at all times.  Obey these rules and all requests made by your
Handlers and you'll get along just fine.  Disobey and you will be corrected." 

Megan didn't like the sound of the word "corrected" at all.  She had arrived at a
crossroad, the very same crossroad that every girl reaches shortly after being
fitted.  Megan, like many others decided to cooperate within reason, but she would
never stop searching for a way out of this horrid place, and she vowed she would
some day have her revenge.  This too, unbeknownst the her, was a very common
conclusion among Guests of The Center in their early days of conditioning.  Some
day, Megan would look back and remember having these thoughts, but would not for
the life of her ever understand how she could have possibly felt so negatively about
her new way of life. 

Alex could almost hear the girl's thoughts as he went about unfastening the
restraints.  When the last velcro strap was removed, he tilted the seat forward and
lowered Megan's bare feet to the floor.  "Very well, Miss Richards, I believe it's
time for you to join our family."  He then took Megan by her wrists and pulled her
to her feet.

"Oww!" Megan groaned as her body shifted around her CAP device.  She reached
behind herself and gingerly touched the rounded end of the impaling object which
protruded slightly from between her firm buttocks.  When Megan tried to stand up
straight, a dull ache spread slowly up her back and down the backs of her legs.  She
was forced to reach out to an arm of the Cooperation Seat in order to steady
herself.  It was terribly demeaning.

Noting her discomfort, Alex said, "You will soon become accustomed to your CAP
device, Miss Richards.  Now kindly follow me."  Without waiting for a reply, Alex
took Megan by her right wrist.  With a tug, he pulled her away from the support of
the chair and led her like a child toward the door.  Megan was forced to waddle
painfully along behind.  She was mortified.  It wasn't until Alex actually opened the
door and was in the process of leading her out into the hallway that Megan suddenly
became acutely aware of her nudity.

"W.. Wait.  Please," she said pleadingly, pulling back from the open door.  

Turning, Alex asked in a slightly exasperated tone of voice, "What is it now, Miss
Richards?"  He stared at her with marked disapproval.  

"I... I...," Megan stammered.  "I.. Don't you have a robe or something?"  She
shivered, then tried to cover herself with her free hand.  A couple of young men
walked past in the hall behind her Handler.  Megan shrank back into the Fitting
Room.

Just then Megan's Principal did something totally unanticipated.  Megan had
expected harsh words, but instead, Alex pulled her forcibly from the Fitting Room
out into the open hallway.  "Bob, Kevin," he called to the backs of two men who'd
just passed by.  Megan tried to turn away but was quickly jerked back to face the
two approaching attendants.  Alex swatted Megan's hand aside when she again tried
to cover herself.  "Gentlemen, I want you to meet Megan Richards."  Placing a hand
around the back of her neck, Alex pulled the mortified young blond forward.  Then,
forcing Megan to step up beside him, Alex dropped one hand to her shoulder and
placed his other hand on the small of her back.  Megan thought she would die as the
two men looked her up and down, their eyes stopping in all the right places.  "Miss
Richards is a new member of our family.  She's just now been fitted with her CAP
device."  Megan stood, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as the two men
continued to stare at her body appraisingly.  She felt Alex's grip tighten slightly on
her shoulder as the man named Kevin stepped closer.  Megan's initial instinct was to
lower her gaze, but in part remembering her training and in part wanting to appear
defiant to the end, she forced herself to look directly into the man's eyes as he
took a position not more than two feet in front of her.

"She's not a bad looking woman," Kevin said staring into Megan's eyes. "A little old
for the program isn't she?"  He glanced quickly at Alex then back.

Megan gritted her teeth, forcing back the urge to speak.  "Too old!" her outraged
thoughts screamed.  Megan waited, feeling distinctly naked.  

She had no idea what to expect from the man who stood gazing into her eyes.  He
wasn't bad looking.  In another setting, Megan might have entertained thoughts of
turning on the charm in an attempt to "reel him in".  As it turned out, though, she
quickly found out that no effort on her part was needed.  

To Megan's never ending disgrace, Kevin continued by saying, "She's got a fairly nice
body, I suppose."  Without warning, the man reached down and cupped her pussy. 
As Megan's eyes shot open wide, the man continued to stare into her eyes as he
began to squeeze her rhythmically.  "How is she on the inside?" he asked of Alex
mater-of-factly.

Reflexively, Megan jerked her hips backward away from the man's exploring hand. 
When she did, however she found that her Handler had anticipated her move and
dropped his hand to the end of her CAP device.  As Megan's butt went backward,
Alex pressed sharply against the end of the anal appliance with his finger tips.  The
net effect was to force Megan to move herself forward against the other man's
hand on her sex.  Megan groaned softly as Alex started to rotate the end of her
CAP slowly while Kevin continued his fondling.

"She had acceptable internal measurements," Alex began to explain in a nonchalant
tone, "but as expected she will require some exercise."

While Megan's thoughts raced wildly, the man named Bob stepped up beside his
friend and hefted one of her breasts in his rough hand.  "Not bad tits.  Still pretty
firm."  He caught Megan's eye and smiled as he flicked his thumb across her nipple. 
"Usually they start to sag when they get older."  Megan turned beet red with
embarrassment and angered.

"How old is she?" Kevin asked.  As he did, he reached his hand father between
Megan's legs forcing them apart slightly.  He then pressed his finger tips up against
her warm pussy lips in the area over her vaginal portal.

"Eighteen," Alex answered as he pushed against Megan's CAP device, causing her to
raise up on her tiptoes briefly.

"Eighteen!" Kevin exclaimed in surprise.  "God, they start to get kinda sloppy at that
age, don't they?" He slipped a finger between Megan's labia.

That was all the headstrong girl could take.  She'd never had to endure such
indignities in her life.  "How dare these bastards handle me like this," her mind cried
before she opened her mouth.  "Get you finger out of me, you son of a bitch!"
Megan screamed suddenly.  At the same time, she jerked her hips violently to the
side, momentarily freeing herself from both Kevin's and Alex's attentions. 
Unfortunately she was surrounded, so there was nowhere for her to run.  As the
echos of her outburst faded in the empty hallway, Megan found herself in the hands
of three men.  "Let me go!" she screamed and began to struggle.

Calmly then Kevin inquired, "Has she been to see Deke yet, Alex?"

"No, I thought I would introduce her around first.  She'll have an appointment with
Deke later, if I can arrange it."

"Well, man," Kevin said.  "She's your Guest, but I would recommend some immediate
work with her, if she were mine."  He took Megan's chin in one hand and stared at
her.  "I had one like this a few months ago.  They seem to almost enjoy a fight.  Do
you enjoy a fight sweetheart?"

Megan spit in his face then jerked her face away.  

Kevin didn't say a word.  He looked over at Alex and raised his eyebrows.  Alex
simply nodded.  Things happened pretty quickly after that.  The man named Bob
crouched down and grabbed Megan around her knees.  Alex took hold of her arms
above the elbows while Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist.  Megan didn't react
until she realized that she was being lowered to the floor.  By then it was far too
late.

"Wait!" She squawked.  "What... what are you doing?" as she felt panic begin to rear
its ugly head.  "Let me go, please!  No don't!" she pleaded as Alex knelt down and
pinned her arms above her head.  Megan fought harder, trying desperately to gain
her freedom, but the three men easily overpowered her.  

From out of nowhere, Bob produced a black rod approximately eighteen inches in
length and three quarters of an inch in diameter.  With practiced skill, he flipped
the device such that it telescoped out to a length of about three feet.  Then Bob
fished two thin, nylon straps from either end of the strong carbon fiber shaft. 
While Kevin held her legs, he slipped one strap around each of Megan's ankles. 
Megan instantly realized the purpose of the device when with one quick pull and a
twist, Bob extended the shaft once again to a length of four and a half feet.  At
the same time, the straps around her ankles tightened.  In just a few seconds,
Megan found her legs held widely apart by the unyielding tubular device.  When
Megan tried to move, Bob placed his foot in the center of the shaft, pinning her
ankles to the floor.

"Come on, you guys, you can't be serious," Megan began to rationalize when Kevin
stood and unzipped his trousers.  Megan's heart leapt to her throat when he silently
traded places with Bob who knelt down and without hesitation grabbed her roughly
by her pussy.  "Noo, please.." Megan pleaded.  She jerked her hips from side to side
trying to escape Bob's manual attentions.  

Meanwhile Kevin dropped his pants and stood with one foot on the ankle bar.  While
he gazed down at the struggling blond, he began to stroke his manhood.  It was
going to be a real pleasure to take the haughty girl right there in the hallway.

Megan's eyes were naturally draw to Kevin's growing weapon so she didn't notice
that a small crowd was gathering.  It wasn't until Kevin knelt down between her
widely spread thighs that Megan glanced around in a panic for anything or anyone
who might help her.  It was then that she first noticed the sea of faces standing
around and over her.  Directly over her head, Alex knelt, gazing down at her.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," he said flatly.

"No, pleeese," Megan cried.  She stared down in horror as Kevin began to hunt with
the head of his penis for her vaginal opening.  Megan felt herself slipping into shock
when it suddenly dawned on her that she was about to be publically raped right
there on the hall floor.

Alex's face swam back into focus as Megan felt something hot and smooth press
against her.  She jerked her hips back and down instinctively trying to escape. 
"Look at me, Miss Richards," Megan heard her Principal say as if from a great
distance.  Unconsciously she did as she was told.  Gazing upward, Megan Richards'
blue eyes went round and staring as first her CAP device jabbed her from below as
a result of her reflexive hip movement.  Then quickly thereafter, the man named
Kevin found his mark and thrust himself deeply into Megan in one smooth motion.

"Ahhhh...huhhh," Megan huffed, her belly bulging outward from the surprise
intrusion.  "Nnnnnuhh," she groaned when the head of Kevin's penis arrived at the
very end of her birth canal.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex repeated from above as Kevin quickly got down to
business.  "I expect you to look at me while Kevin fucks you," he said in a
conversational tone of voice.

"Raise your knees, please, Miss Richard's," her lover said after a moment.

Megan's head swam as she drifted in and out of lucidity.  Meanwhile Kevin continued
to fuck her with ever increasing fervor.  The full impact of the fact that she was
having forced intercourse in front of a host of strangers escaped Megan for the
moment.

"Raise your knees, Miss Richards," Alex ordered, repeating her lover's request. 
"You must adjust your vaginal angle to better accept Kevin's penis.  Concentrate,
Miss Richards," Alex ordered from just above her flushed face.  As if in a trance,
Megan felt her knees raise up off the floor.  At first this gave her a little relief
from the pressure of her CAP device against the hard hall floor.  Then suddenly
Megan's breath was knocked out of her when Kevin took advantage of her more
accessible position and rammed himself deeply into her.  "Concentrate, Miss
Richards.  This is not a drill," Alex said.  "Try squeezing with your vaginal muscles on
the withdrawal and relax on the thrust."

Somewhere in her subconscious, it registered to Megan that she was being coached
during her rape.  The entire affair simply defied imagination.  Her lover continued to
take Megan with long powerful strokes while from above unknown faces swam in and
out of focus.  It seemed like hours passed before Kevin's body stiffened and Megan
Richards was inseminated for the first time during her stay at The Youth Training
Center.

Megan's mind was blank from shock as she lay accepting the offering of the
twitching penis in her depths.  Then suddenly he was gone.  Megan tried to move her
aching thighs together but was of course prevented from doing so by the ankle bar. 
In a state of confusion, Megan looked up at the face of her Principal which again
swam into focus above her.  She was about to say something, but all that came out
was a grunt when unexpectedly another penis wormed its way into her.  For the
next forty-five minutes, Megan Richards was systematically raped by no less than
four enthusiastic volunteers.

During the ordeal, Megan had come very close to orgasm on more than one occasion. 
After her second lover had delivered his seed into Megan, Alex noticed that the
young blond's neck and shoulders were becoming noticeably flushed.  During her
third, Megan's hips began to move slightly as she instinctively assumed the rhythm
of her lover.  He looked at his watch.  "Forty-eight minutes since the injection of
Thelazine," he noted.  Using eye contact only, Alex instructed his staff members
not to allow the young girl to climax.  He wanted Megan's first sexual experience at
The Center to be thoroughly unsatisfying.  In particular since it was being
administered as a corrective measure.

Megan Richards whimpered when she felt another load of hot fluid spread through
her belly.  As the last man's penis slipped from inside of her, Megan waited for
another.  Her golden pubic curls were damp and matted with ejaculate.  The insides
of her thighs were covered with a mixture of perspiration, vaginal fluids and semen. 
A steady flow of the white sticky substance oozed from Megan's vaginal opening as
her forth and final lover of the morning stood and stepped from between her legs. 
While she lay in a daze on the hall floor, Bob unbound Megan's ankles and collapsed
his restraint device.  As if from a great distance Megan heard Kevin's voice speaking
with Alex.

"I think she'll be satisfactory once she's visited the Gymnasium.  Right now her
vaginal muscle tone is sadly lacking.  I'd like to try her again in a week or two if it
fits in with her program.  Hopefully there will still be some fight left in her.  Lemme
know if you need a volunteer to work with her one on one."

Megan heard her Principal agree.  The rest of the audience had already dispersed
when the three young men said 'so long' to each other as if they'd just met for a
beer at the local pub.  Then in all too short a period of time, Megan felt someone
take hold of her wrists.  "Come, along, Miss Richards," Alex said as he drug the
woozy blond to her feet.   Taking Megan by her shoulders he turned her to face
him.  "Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Richards.  Insolence is dealt with quickly and
surely here."  Megan looked away.  She was totally drained of emotion.  "Look at me
when I speak to you, Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  Placing his fingers beneath her
chin, he brought Megan's gaze back to his.  "Make no mistake, you will entertain
several lovers during your stay with us.  Your continued disobedience will only serve
to increase that number as well as other forms of 'encouragement'," he said.  "Now
let's go get you cleaned up."

Taking Megan by the hand, Alex again led his charge down the long hallway.  Megan's
waddling gate was all the more pronounced now following her recent "corrective
session".  They passed several closed doors bearing brass plates marked,
"Laboratory", "Defloration", and "Free Encounter".  From behind one, Megan
thought she heard a cry, but it was heavily muted.  The sound insulation at The
Center was excellent.  Other people passed.  Some were single men dressed in the
distinctive white coveralls worn by the Handlers and attendants.  Megan also saw
one or two couples, usually consisting of a Handler leading a younger female.  All of
the girls Megan saw looked to be younger that she.  At last Alex halted her in front
of a heavy wooden door marked "Bath".

"Bath!" Megan's thoughts cried.  "Got how she could use a bath!"

Alex opened the door and led her inside, closing it behind them.  At first Megan
wasn't sure what she was seeing.  She stood looking around the white tiled room
blinking in the bright light.  "Where are the showers?" she wondered.  Looking
closer, Megan noticed that both walls and floor were tiled with one inch square
white porcelain tiles.  Both were featureless with the exception of a two foot wide
channel in the floor through which flowed a small but steady river of water.  Taking
Megan by the wrist, Alex pulled the confused girl into the room.  Megan was still
searching the walls for a doorway that might lead to the shower area when Alex
said, "Please step across the canal with one foot, Miss Richards.  I want you to
straddle the water flow."

"But..." Megan began, looking totally lost.

"Do as you're told, please, Miss Richards," was the only response she received from
her Principal for the moment.

Megan looked down at the rapidly flowing stream of water.  The canal looked to be
about eight to ten inches deep.  Gingerly, she stepped across with her left foot.

"That's good.  Now please remain standing right there."

"But I need to use the bathroom," Megan whispered.

"All in good time, Miss Richards," her Principal replied.

Megan stood waiting, for what she didn't know.  Her thighs ached, she was very raw
inside, her CAP device was still causing a dull ache in her back and legs, and a goodly
amount of sticky semen had drained from her vagina and run down the insides of her
legs on her trip here from the scene of her recent "encouragement".  All in all,
Megan was a fairly miserable girl.  

Just then a door at the back of the room that Megan hadn't noticed opened.  To her
immediate dismay, a group of perhaps twenty young men and a few women filed in
and took seats on benches along the far wall.  Megan turned to her Principal in
confusion, but soon found out what the program would be.  

"John, would you assist Miss Richards, please.  This will be her first bathing, so be
especially thorough."

From the center of the row of benches a young man rose and walked toward Megan
and Alex.  "Oh, God!" Megan thought to herself, expecting the worst.  She saw that
the person her Principal had chosen was no more than a boy, fifteen at best.  As the
young man approached, from the ceiling, the cleaning module descended silently. 
While Megan watched with growing misgivings, Alex and the young man named John
took up positions on either side of her.

Alex stepped behind Megan and without a word of warning, grasped the protruding
end of her CAP device then withdrew the apparatus from the confines of Megan's
rectal passage.  Megan gasped in surprise and relief.  Alex then said in a loud enough
voice so that everyone in the audience could hear, "If you need to relieve yourself,
Miss Richards, do so now," he instructed flatly.  John has been good enough to
agree to clean you, but he will only do so once.  If you need to urinate or defecate,
I urge you to do it before you are washed."

Megan stared at Alex in obvious disbelief.  "Here?" was all she could muster, she
was so shocked.

Unwilling to explain further, Alex merely asked a second time, "Do you need to
defecate at this time, Miss Richards?"  He placed his left hand on her shoulder and
waited.

Megan was stunned.  "Was this man really insinuating that she should evacuate her
bowels here, standing in front of all these people?"  

Before Megan could answer, her Principal apparently lost patience.  "Very well, Miss
Richards," he said.  Before Megan knew what was happening, Alex reached behind
her and slipped his middle finger into her rectum.

"Nnnn," Megan groaned through clenched teeth.  Alex moved his finger in and out of
her several times, causing Megan to stand on her toes.  Then he pushed it deeper
into her and held.

"If you feel the need to urinate, you may do so at any time, Miss Richards, but
again, I caution you to do so before the end of your cleaning.  John, you may
proceed," Alex instructed casually.

One might think that because of his young age, John would be shy about handling a
girl.  Quite the contrary.  Getting right to work, the young man selected the
douching utensil.   Megan received a small reminder from her Principal's finger when
she instinctively tried to fend off the young man's approach.  "Do not move, Miss
Richards," Alex ordered.  "And for this session, I would like for you to face the
audience.  Keep your eyes up and on the row of observers, please."

Megan shivered noticeably when young John inserted the apparatus into her vagina. 
Utterly humiliated, Megan stared at the impassive faces of the audience while John
went about her internal hygiene.  Her Principal stood close by, his hand on her
shoulder and his finger in her rectum.  The warm douche actually felt good in spite
of the circumstances.  Megan relaxed a bit as the warm water flushed away the
deposits of semen which coated the fluffy and convoluted walls of her vagina.  She
never dreamed that she would be forced to allow a young man to administer to her
in such a way, but for the moment, there didn't appear to be much she could do to
prevent it.  I spite of the utterly demeaning situation, Megan unwittingly found
herself thinking that the young man's attentions felt mildly pleasurable.  An
unfamiliar tingling sensation gradually made itself known at the very edges of
Megan's psyche.

At last the young man extracted the douche appliance and stepped over to the
module to hang it up.  When he did, Alex asked once again, "Are you certain you do
not need to urinate, Miss Richards?  It seems to me that you asked to use the
bathroom when we entered."

Actually, Megan did have to go, but was entirely too embarrassed to do so in front
of an audience.  She shook her head indicating she did not.

"Perhaps I can assist you," Alex offered helpfully, smiling at the resulting look of
distress on his charge's lovely face.  Megan's Principal first placed his free hand on
her tummy just above her pubic bone.  She gasped softly when he rotated his finger
in her ass.  Then, using the blade of his hand against her tummy, Alex pushed inward
and downward, putting pressure on Megan's bladder from the outside.  Meanwhile,
he flexed his finger downward inside her anal passage, also bringing pressure to
bear on the young blond's now full bladder.  The results were as pleasing as they
were quick.

"Uhh uhhh," Megan whimpered softly as her urine stream splashed into the small
canal between her feet.  Alex squeezed the young teenager like a ripe orange.

"There now," Alex murmured from beside his young charge.  "That's better." 
Before Megan finished, Alex unexpectedly reached his hand between her thighs. 
After cupping his fingers, he allowed his hand to fill with Megan's hot urine.  Then
much to the girl's dismay, Megan's Principal pressed his hand up against her, rubbing
her urine into her pubic hair then up onto her tummy.  Alex started to slowly finger
fuck Megan's ass again while he rubbed her urine into the soft skin of her belly and
hips.

"Oh, God!" Megan moaned silently.  She noticed several of the men in the audience
smile at her discomfort.

After what seemed like hours, Alex allowed John to continue.  Megan was forced to
endure the young man's attentions as he systematically spread anti-bacterial soap
over every square inch of her, inside and out.  Megan was mortified to see how much
the young man enjoyed handling her breasts.  John was very thorough indeed in his
bathing of the young blond.  He lingered for what seemed an eternity while he
washed Megan's pussy, his fingers exploring every intimate fold of supple flesh.  

At last, however, the ordeal was over, and John returned to
his seat.  Megan was then told to bend over and place her
hands on her knees.  "Please try to make eye contact with at
least one member of the audience for a moment, Miss
Richards," her Principal instructed.  He then removed his
finger from her ass.  For a brief moment, Megan was empty. 
All too soon, however she felt Alex spread her cheeks and a
cold, smooth object touched her puckered back door. 
Megan struggled to maintain eye contact with one particular
young man on the front row while her Principal slowly re-
introduced her CAP device to her interior.  The stinging
sensation upon insertion was less intense this time, but the
dull ache returned with a vengeance.  Megan felt her inner
thigh muscles spasm and cramp after her anal sphincter clutched the neck of her
device.  Megan's first cleaning was behind her.

As Megan was being led by the hand from the "Bath" room, a bit of her innate
strong willed personality showed itself.  "I'm hungry," she said sharply to her
Principal.  "Considering the way I've been treated, do you think I could get
something to eat?"  It was more of a statement than a request.  Alex didn't answer,
but continued on down the hall, taking a left at the "T" at the end.  Each time they
passed an individual or individuals, he would stop and introduce Megan.  The men
would invariable handle Megan in some fashion.  Of the women she met, only one was
dressed as a Handler.  The others were obviously Guests like herself.  All were all
naked, and all were accompanied by a Handler or attendant.  All, Megan noted, were
fitted with CAP devices.

One such girl couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve.  Her Handler's name
was Rob.  After making himself familiar with Megan briefly, Rob stood discussing
matters Megan didn't understand with Alex.  Megan in the mean time couldn't seem
to take her eyes off the young girl who stood patiently waiting hand in hand with
her Handler while he conversed with Alex.  At last the conference ended, and Alex
knelt in front of the pretty, little girl.  While Megan watched with unrestrained
horror, Alex placed a hand on the little brunette's bare shoulder.  "Rob tells me
you've been doing very well lately with your program, Caroline," he said.  When the
child nodded, Alex then said, "Kiss me, Caroline." 

Megan's mouth literally fell open when the young girl did exactly as she was
instructed.  Until their lips actually met, the little brunette maintained direct eye
contact with Alex.  Then as their lips drew closer, the girl put her arms around
Alex's neck, opened her small mouth and began to deliver passionate kisses to the
older man.  Meanwhile, Alex let one hand drop behind the young child where he
amused himself with her CAP device.  With his free hand, he started to explore her
small body, first pinching her tiny developing breast cones then eventually dropping
down to her small hairless sex.

"You people are animals!" Megan muttered under her breath.  She was stunned and
shocked.  She looked on in horror as Alex proceeded to finger the eleven year old
girl.  Caroline didn't seem to mind.  In fact, she actually spread her skinny thighs a
bit, allowing Alex better access to her.  As Alex continued to attend to Caroline,
Megan felt sick and was forced to look away.  "This place is insane," she thought to
herself.  "I've got to find a way to escape."

Alex finished with young Caroline then stood and faced Megan.  "You have an
objection of some sort, Miss Richards?" he asked.

Megan's breath caught in her throat.  She'd hoped her inadvertent remark had not
been overheard.  Now she stood waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Suddenly,
summoning her courage, Megan glared at Alex and said, "I said you people are
animals!  How could you treat a child in such a manner.  You're all disgusting and
twisted!" she proclaimed with conviction.  

Alex stared directly into Megan's eyes for several moments but said nothing at all. 
Then he turned unexpectedly and knelt once more before the eleven year old
brunette.  "I think Miss Richards needs some help in understanding our program,
Caroline."  The little girl didn't answer, but paid very close attention to what Alex
was saying to her.  "Would you help her for me, Caroline?" Alex asked.  Without
hesitation, the girl nodded her consent.  "Good, girl.  That's a good girl, Caroline.  I
want you to go with Rob and we'll be along shortly."  The sweet child nodded once
again.  Alex kissed her, then stood and turned to Megan.  "Come with me," he said
flatly, taking Megan by the wrist.  

As Alex led Megan down the hall, following the small naked figure of the little girl
led by her Handler, Rob, Megan's eyes seemed to lock onto the little girl's CAP
device.  Its blunt, clear plastic end protruded from between Caroline's small round
buttocks, however, the eleven year old seemed unconcerned by its presence and
walked with a smooth, even gate.  Stopping at last before a door labeled "Free
Encounter", Alex held Megan back while Caroline and her Handler went inside.  As
the door closed behind them, Megan's Principal said, "Miss Richards, this will be your
first free encounter experience.  Be advised that you will be graded on your
performance and level of cooperation."  Megan had no idea what he was talking
about but none the less had strong feelings of foreboding when at last Alex opened
the door and led her inside.

As the door closed silently behind them, Megan stood staring around the room
they'd just entered.  At first glance it appeared to be decorated like an ordinary
bedroom, with one or two chairs and a small desk.   It took several moments for
Megan to realize that oddly, the king-size bed stood in the exact center of the
room with at least six feet of space on all sides.  What really made Megan feel
immediately uncomfortable, however, was the fact that in the bed lay the young girl
named Caroline covered with a satin sheet.  Absent mindedly, Megan thought how
pretty the little girl looked with her long, dark hair spread out upon the pink satin
pillow.  

As if reading her mind, Alex said from beside Megan, "Isn't Caroline pretty, Miss
Richards?"  Megan looked from the little girl in the bed to her Handler then back. 
"We think that Caroline can help you, Miss Richards," Alex continued.  "She's been
with us here at The Center for quite some time now and knows all of the, ah.." he
paused and chuckled.  "Ins and outs, shall we say."  From across the room Caroline's
Handler, Rob smiled broadly.  "So with Rob's permission, we've scheduled this
impromptu session for the two of you.  If things go well today, perhaps you and
Caroline can become what we refer to as 'Companions' during your stay with us."  
After only a brief pause, Alex then said, "Now, if you will, Miss Richards.  Please
join Caroline on the bed."

"W... What?" Megan said, snapping her head toward Alex, her expression clearly one
of distress.

"Miss Richards, I thought my request was perfectly clear," Alex replied
condescendingly.  "Get into bed with Caroline.  Immediately, please."

Megan felt the now familiar icy grip of panic begin to form in her gut.  That feeling
however, was instantly replaced by one of explosive, hot pain when unexpectedly
and quite suddenly her Handler swatted the protruding end of her CAP Device with
the palm of his hand, driving the unyielding acrylic cylinder into her sensitive anal
tissues.

"Ahhh! Gdddd..." Megan Richards grunted loudly as she fell to her knees, catching
herself at the last minute on the edge of the big bed.

"I said, get into the bed, Miss Richards," Alex snapped as he stepped up beside the
kneeling blond.

Megan leaned heavily against the foot of the bed, the soft satin cool against her
skin as she gasped for breath.  "Go to hell," she managed to say breathlessly. 
"You're all a bunch of perverted monsters!"  She glared defiantly up at her Handler. 
Her reward was swift.

Alex moved like lightning.  The speed and power of the man was well concealed
beneath a wholly unremarkable physique.  Before Megan could even think to avoid
him, her Handler reached beneath her left arm, across her chest and grasped her
right breast none to gently.  With his free hand he took hold of the blunt end of
her CAP Device.  After extracting enough of the hard acrylic cylinder to allow him
to get a firm grip on it, Alex angled the device upward then thrust it savagely into
Megan.  Then using her CAP device as well as her right breast as handles, Alex
lifted the unfortunate girl to her feet.

Megan came very close to fainting from the sudden and excruciating pain that
erupted in her chest and anal area.  The only sound that came from the young blond
was a soft groan as she was lifted off her feet like a rag doll then thrown face
down onto the bed beside Caroline who'd had the forethought to move out of harm's
way.  Instantly Alex was atop her.  With a hand between her shoulder blades, the
man crushed her into the mattress.  Megan opened her eyes to see the little eleven
year old brunette gazing impassively at her, her head resting on her hand as she lay
beside Megan on the bed.

"Huuuhh!" Megan gasped when Alex rammed her CAP device into her.  Caroline's
expression remained completely indifferent as she watched Megan endure her
correction.

"I'll not tolerate further disobedience, Miss Richards," he said gruffly as he began
to fuck Megan roughly using her CAP Device.  As the stabbing pain coursed down
her inner thighs Megan began to understand the true nature of her CAP Device.  

The very shape of the probe with its wider center section allowed the device to
pass along to its bearer the sensation of a progressive enlargement of the anal
passage, stretching the tender tissues seemingly to the limits of their elasticity.

"I expect you to do as you're told without question or comment," he said while he
worked on Megan's back side.

"Ohh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh..," Megan grunted in time to his thrusts.  All the while
the young girl next to her on the bed studied her without a trace of emotion.  It
was both frightening and maddening.  

"Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?" Alex asked after one particularly brutal
thrust.  Then pushing the device deeply into Megan, her Handler began to twist and
rotate the probe, causing her to squeal between tightly clenched teeth. 
Uncontrollable tremors racked her young body as Alex relentlessly used the CAP
Device to rearrange Megan's rectal anatomy.  "Do I have your attention, Miss
Richards?" Alex asked.  

Still facing the young girl named Caroline, Megan quickly nodded her head.  The
twisting, wrenching action of the anal torpedo stopped suddenly.  Megan inhaled one
shuddering breath.

"Huuuuuooooooohhhh!" she quickly exhaled when Alex, using the heal of his hand
against the blunt end of the clear plastic probe, pushed the device deeply into
Megan.  

"I expect an answer from you, Miss Richards.  Are you ready to cooperate?"  Megan
felt the palm of her Principal's hand against her buttocks.  He continued to apply
pressure to the end of her CAP Device, perpetuating the throbbing pain in Megan's
lower abdomen.  "Miss Richards?" he prompted.

"Y... yes... yes..." Megan groaned at last.

The proud young blond had unknowingly taken another step toward her new life. 
Another layer of confidence and sense of self-worth had just been peeled away
from Megan's ego.  Another layer off the onion.

Unseen by his new pupil, Alex smiled when he felt her body relax beneath him as her
sphincter closed around the stem of her CAP.  "The way to a girl's mind is through
her ass," Alex whispered to himself.  "The Center certainly thought of everything,"
he thought as after patting Megan on her right buttock, he climbed off of her and
stood beside the bed.  Then after pulling two chairs close to the big bed, both Alex
and Rob sat down to observe.  Megan lay perfectly still, eyes closed, awaiting her
fate.

"You may begin, Caroline," Rob said breaking the silence.

When Megan felt the bed move slightly, she opened her eyes to gaze into those of
the pretty young brunette who slid closer to her on the bed.  Caroline smiled warmly
as she reached over and gingerly began to twist Megan's CAP Device.  At first,
Megan couldn't.  No.. Wouldn't believe what was happening to her.  As Megan's blue
eyes grew wider with incredulity, likewise did Caroline's sweet smile.  The child
slowly twisted Megan's plug back and forth... back and forth.

After a few stunned seconds, Megan reacted instinctively and whined "No.. Stopppp! 
Please..." she pleaded softly, hoping for some compassion from the youngster.

Caroline's smile never faltered when she slapped the butt end of Megan's CAP
Device, sending a wave a pain from Megan's knees to the tips of her pelvis.

Megan's eyes shot open, "Oww.. Don't.  What's the matter with you?" she cried to
the impassive face of the young girl in bed with her.  Caroline slapped her CAP again. 
Then before Megan could make a sound, the little girl brought her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she hushed softly.

Megan opened her mouth then closed it again without uttering a peep.  Caroline
started to slowly twist her anal plug once again.  Megan lay in a trance of disbelief
for many long minutes while the young girl sodomized her at will.

At last the young brunette whispered, "My name's Caroline."  She continued to spin
Megan's CAP.  "I think you're very pretty."  Megan lay in silent shock, unable to even
think of what to say.  "Will you make love to me?" Caroline then asked as if asking
for a glass of milk.

"W... what?" Megan asked in bewilderment.

"She asked you to make love to her, Miss Richards," Alex said from his seat nearby. 
"Both Rob and I would also like for you to make love to Caroline.  Wouldn't we Rob?"
he asked looking at the other Handler who sat opposite him.  Megan simply couldn't
believe what she was hearing.  

"Yes I would," Rob replied, "but perhaps Caroline needs to show Miss Richards what
to do.  Have you ever had a same sex experience, Miss Richards?" Rob asked from
across the big bed in an entirely conversational tone of voice.

Caroline gazed at Megan impassively as the horror spread across the older girl's
face.

"I didn't think so," Rob said with a chuckle, rightly interpreting Megan's shocked
silence.  "Caroline, I think you should show Miss Richards how a woman makes love
to another woman."

As if the request was nothing short of perfectly natural, Caroline smiled at Megan
then said, "You need to roll over onto your back."  The child removed her hand from
Megan's CAP and waited.

"You can't be serious," Megan said turning her head to face Alex.  "She's just a
baby."

After a brief pause, Alex answered.  "Miss Richards I will forgive this latest
infraction of our rules one last time.  You are never to speak unless addressed
directly by either your lover or Handler.  Do I make myself clear?"

"But.." Megan began.  Then suddenly she shut her mouth almost with a snap.  Her
training was beginning to take affect.

"I am indeed serious, Miss Richards, and furthermore, I think you will find that
Caroline is anything but a baby.  Now do as she asks and roll onto your back.  This is
not a request, Miss Richards.  Do as you're told, and remember, you will be graded
on your level of participation."  

Alex had great difficulty suppressing a smile when he saw the look of humiliation
and anger flash onto Megan's face.  He waited.  Then after a long period of silent
deliberation, Megan Richards rolled onto her back.  Another giant step.

Right away, Caroline snuggled closer so that Megan could smell her adolescent
freshness.  "I like your body," Caroline whispered looking into Megan's shocked blue
eyes.  "You have pretty titties.  I hope my titties will be pretty too one day.  Rob
says they will, and Rob knows everything," the little girl virtually recited as she
reached unexpectedly for Megan's right breast.  She pinched the nipple.

"Hey!" Megan gasped.  

Caroline took her hand away quickly.  Her expression was one of confusion mixed
with fear as she looked toward her Principal.

"It's OK, Caroline," Rob assured his charge.  "It's going to take a lot of work to get
Miss Richards to cooperate willingly, I'm afraid."

"Miss Richard," Alex interrupted.  "We expect you to allow yourself to be handled,"
he said in a way that let Megan know that he was running out of patience.  "You have
already lost several points regarding your level of cooperation.  Now either you let
Caroline proceed or I shall have you restrained.  The choice is yours."

Megan looked toward Alex with a malevolent stare.  Any other male would have
instantly be put off by "her look" as she was fond of calling it, but not this man. 
Megan had successfully wilted many a penis with "her look" in the past, but Alex
returned her gaze with a completely impassive expression.

Just then Rob asked from the other side of the bed.  "When is she schedule to see
Deke?"

"I don't know.  This afternoon, I think.  I'll check in a minute," Alex replied
conversationally.  

"She'll have a little different attitude after visiting with Deke for awhile," Rob
chuckled.  "They all do."  He smiled knowingly at Alex.

At the mention of the name "Deke", Megan noticed a distinct cloud pass over the
face of young Caroline.  She wondered what that was all about.  Then Megan's
attention was brought to the present when again she felt the hand of the young
brunette on her breast.  Steeling herself, Megan bit her lower lip and lay very still
while the little girl began her exploration.

Megan soon discovered that what Alex had told her was true.  The little girl in bed
with her was certainly no baby.  Megan squirmed with discomfort as the youngster
touched first one breast then the other.  Why in no time at all it seemed, and much
to Megan's chagrin, young Caroline had both of Megan's pink nipples standing erect
and hard.  Her little hands knew just where to rub and just where to pinch.  Megan
was utterly humiliated as she lay under the watchful eyes of the two men seated
bedside while she was forced to allowed herself to be handled by a child.  "Ouch..
Ohhh.." Megan gasped when Caroline pinched the silken smooth flesh of her right
areola.  Instinctively she shot a glance at Alex who gave her a reproachful look. 
"Wha...?" Megan then cried when suddenly she felt Caroline's soft lips close over
the erect nipple of the breast nearest to her.

"Silence!  Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  Megan looked quickly from Alex to the
small head bent over her chest then back to her Principal.  "Look at Caroline, Miss
Richards.  She is your lover this morning, not I."  Caroline looked up and directly into
Megan's outrage filled eyes.  Both the young girl's lips and the darkened tip of
Megan's breast were wet with saliva.  

"Do you like it when I suck your titties?" Caroline asked nonchalantly as though she
were inquiring as to the time of day.

"Oh my God!" Megan thought.  "How could she think..."  But her attention was
suddenly drawn to other things.  Caroline had grabbed Megan by her pussy.

"I like to suck them, really," the little girl went on conversationally as though
nothing was amiss.  She started to rub, slowly.. expertly."  Caroline smiled at the
alarm in Megan's face.  

The little girl had indeed been conditioned well.  She knew exactly what to expect
from her older lover.  Megan was not the first woman that Caroline had been with. 
Megan, however, did represent her chance to prove herself to her Principal.  To
show him that she was mature and responsible enough to become the Trainee
Principal of her own Companion Pairing or maybe even a Group.  Caroline watched the
play of expressions on Megan's face as she squeezed her most private flesh. 
Confusion.. Humiliation.. Anger.. Pleasure?  Not yet, but soon.  Caroline squeezed
and rubbed, allowing Megan's pubic hair to slip between her small fingers.  Then
pressing her fingers together, she tugged upward on the soft curls.  Megan moaned,
reflexively.

"You like that, don't you?" Caroline whispered to Megan and was met with an
expression of astonishment.

Then, pleading with her eyes, Megan said, "Please...  Please don't"

The little brunette only smiled and whispered in reply, "Shhhh..."  She returned her
lips to Megan's breast.

Megan couldn't believe this was happening.  She was in bed with a little girl who
seemingly had complete control of the situation, and apparently intended to have
her way with Megan.  "Mmmuuhh," Megan gasped loudly when without warning
Caroline slipped a finger between her pussy lips.  Before that the child had been
attending to Megan more or less superficially, but now their love making had
entered a new dimension.  "Sssttttpp," Megan hissed through clenched teeth as her
young lover's middle finger skillfully sought out then located her "On Button". 
Before the Caroline could begin her manipulations, Megan grabbed her by her
narrow shoulders and rolled the younger girl off of herself.  "You leave me alone!"
Megan hissed at the startled little girl.

Again Caroline's pretty face clouded over.  A tear formed in her eye as she
contemplated the fact that Rob would think her unworthy of a Pairing.  She looked
to her Principal for help and understanding.

Sympathetically Rob assured his young charge, "It's alright, Caroline.  We told you
she'd be difficult, didn't we?"  The little brunette nodded, still looking rather sad.  

Megan couldn't believe her ears.  They were discussing her like a side of beef.  Then
to her dismay, Megan heard Alex chime in.  "Yes, Caroline.  Please don't be
concerned.  We fully expected Miss Richards to resist your advances this morning,
and we are prepared to assist you."  He got up from his chair.

Megan recoiled as he reached for her, but she had nowhere to go, since from the
other side of the bed, Rob grabbed her from behind.  "Let go of me you perverts!"
Megan shrieked.  She wrestled mightily with the two men during which time she
discovered that struggling brought tremendous pressure to bear on her insides
courtesy of her CAP.  At one point she actually managed to get a hand free with
which she started to pummel the man named Rob who still had hold of her right
wrist.  To Megan's astonishment and dismay, however, Caroline lunged for her free
hand, pinning it beneath her small body as she fell atop the struggling blond
teenager.  

Events moved too quickly for Megan to comprehend after that.  From seemingly out
of nowhere, hand and leg restraints were produced and applied.  In a twinkling,
Megan Richards lay spread eagled and panting on the big bed.  Caroline having
resumed her position beside Megan, lay head in hand watching.  After a brief
respite, Megan began to struggle again, testing her bonds.  She soon discovered,
however, that she was helpless and again lay still.  Turning her head she glared at
the one called Alex who stood beside the bed smiling down at her.  "You'll all pay for
this!" she said icily.  "Some how, some way I'll see you all rot in prison!"  Empty
threats from a girl in very deep trouble.

Totally ignoring Megan's threats Alex smiled at Caroline and said, "I think she'll be a
bit more cooperative now, my dear.  Why don't you start with the Buzzer, Caroline,"
he suggested.  Megan didn't like the sound of that.  "I think Miss Richards will enjoy
the Buzzer, don't you?"

The pretty brunette's face fairly glowed with excitement.  "Oh, yes!" Caroline
exclaimed.  I just know she will."  The younger girl felt her confidence return.  The
Handlers in the room still had faith in her.  Caroline hopped off the bed like the
little girl she was and trotted butt naked over to the small desk.  Megan followed
her with her eyes.  She couldn't see exactly what Caroline was doing because her
back was turned, but the little girl definitely opened a desk drawer and removed
something.  When she turned Megan saw she held a small zipper case of some sort. 
Then prancing happily back across the room, Caroline clambered onto the bed and
knelt near Megan's right hip.

"You're gonna like the Buzzer," Caroline reported to the nervous teenager bound
helplessly to the bed.  "It makes you feel really cool inside."  

While Megan looked on anxiously, the little girl opened the case and pulled out what
looked like an electric blanket control.  Attached to this was a length of wire about
four feet in length.  It was the shape of the device on the other end of the wire
and last out of the mysterious case that caused Megan's eyes to widen.  With a big
smile, Caroline held up the Buzzer so Megan could get a better look at it.  

"This goes inside you," the little brunette explained needlessly to Megan.  "Then,
when I turn it on, you're gonna feel all funny in your tummy."

Megan stared in growing horror at the small plastic cylinder that Caroline so
innocently displayed for her benefit.  The Buzzer, as they called it was about two
inches long and an inch in diameter with rounded ends.  It appeared to be made out
of white plastic and looked like a big vitamin capsule with a small wire exiting one
end.  

Smiling at the expression of worried recognition on Megan's face from his position
beside the bed, Alex said, "I see from your expression that you've guessed the
purpose of the Buzzer, Miss Richards."

Megan tore her eyes from the shining white cylinder and shot a look of
unadulterated loathing in Alex's direction.  "You bastard!" was all she said.  

Alex actually laughed out loud at her remark.  Then he reached down and cupped
Megan's full pussy.

"Uhh... nnnnnn," Megan cried through tightly clenched teeth.  She thrashed her hips
from side to side in an effort to escape the man's attentions.  Alex withdrew his
hand and waited for Megan to tire of struggling.  As soon as she settled down, he
returned his hand to her pussy.  "Get your hand off me, you son of a bitch!" Megan
shrieked.  She fought her bonds with renewed vigor.  Again, Alex merely waited for
her to wear herself out then went right back to his manual attentions.

Never in her wildest dreams had Megan thought she would ever be subjected to
such indignities.  Since her arrival at the horrible center, Megan had been stripped
and forced to parade around naked for all to see, she'd been handled by countless
men.  Her personal spaces had been probed by innumerable fingers and artificial
devices.  She been sodomized and raped by no less than four men and now she was
about to be abused by an eleven year old girl.  It had been a busy day for Megan
Richards thus far, and it was just beginning to get interesting.

"Quit it!" Megan cried at last as Alex continued to fondle and squeeze.  "Are you all
crazy?  Stoppppp!" she whined.  Alex slipped his finger into Megan's vagina.  Megan
instinctively jerked her hips upward.  "Ohhh gdddd!" she moaned.  Megan twisted
her hips violently from side to side trying to escape him, but to no avail.  No matter
what she did, the beastly man named Alex stayed right with her.  Slowly he moved
his invading finger in and out of Megan, all the while smiling down at her
condescendingly.  Megan was utterly mortified.  She shut her eyes tightly, in an
attempt to block out the horror of it all.

"Open your eyes immediately, Miss Richards," Alex commanded.

Megan thought she'd die.  She couldn't look at him.  She just couldn't.  "Muuhh," she
moaned softly as Alex deftly explored her internally.  Like most girls her age,
Megan had been fingered enough times, but never like this.  Alex's manipulations
were closer to a gynecological exam.  The man knew places inside of Megan that
even she didn't know existed.  He probed, twisted, pulled and stretched, causing
Megan to feel almost nauseous from humiliation.

"Look at me, Miss Richards.  Look at me while I touch you," the sinister Handler
insisted.

Megan crushed her eyes shut tighter and shook her head in defiance.  She could not
bring herself to look.  Alex turned his hand over, twisting his finger inside of
Megan.  Then suddenly he pressed down with his fingertip on a spot that only a
professional would know about.  Inside of young Megan Richards, he pushed the
sensitive tissues of her lower vaginal wall downward and against her rectal passage
which was currently occupied by Megan's ever present CAP Device.  The result was
an abrupt and intense pain of an extremely penetrating nature.

The signals arrived nanoseconds later in Megan's brain causing the unhappy girl to
squeal in agony.  To Megan it felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach from the
inside.  At the same time, however, Alex's desired results were achieved.  Megan's
blue eyes shot open wide and staring in pain and disbelief, and there was Alex
leaning over her.  The dreadful man smiled knowingly.  Inside of Megan's vagina,
Alex swirled his finger gently over Megan's "Hot Spot" as he called it.  A dull ache
swelled in the young blond's lower abdomen.  Alex noticed Megan's stomach muscles
flex in response.  "I see I have your attention now, Miss Richards."  He pressed
downward ever so slightly.

"Huhhh!" Megan exhaled forcibly.  Alex's smile broadened.

"In a moment, Miss Richards I am going to remove my finger and turn you over to
little Caroline once again.  Nod, please if you understand me."  He held the tip of his
finger poised over Megan's Hot Spot.  

Megan shut her eyes.  A single tear squeezed out and ran down her cheek.  She
nodded.

"I expect you to cooperate with Caroline, Miss Richards.  She is trying very hard to
help you and you are fighting her.  Caroline has been with us long enough to be quite
beneficial to you in your attempts to integrate into our little family.  And integrate
you will, Miss Richards."  Megan stared up at the man in bewilderment.  

"Integrate?... Family?  This is crazy!" Megan's psyche screamed.  "These people are
kidnappers and rapists and child molesters," she reminded herself, trying her best
to maintain her steadily failing grip on reality.

"After today, Caroline will be your official 'Companion'," Alex continued, his dark
eyes boring into Megan's.  Then he looked up at the little brunette who'd been
sitting patiently by, waiting her turn.  Alex smiled at Caroline who beamed with
pride.

"I can't let him in!" she cried in her mind.  "I can't!" Then, after a pause, "I won't!"
she vowed defiantly.  Lost in thoughts of escape and revenge, Megan had missed
some of what Alex was saying to her.

"...will be your guide.  Obey her as you would any other Handler.  You will see me
only if I am informed of a disciplinary problem, or when any aspect of your program
requires my immediate supervision.  It is time, Miss Richards that you resign
yourself to the fact that you will remain at The Center until we deem you fit to
rejoin society as a functional female.  Caroline can help you to achieve that goal. 
The Megan Emily Richards who spat in my face this morning is dead.  In her place
will emerge a new Megan, one who will be both willing and capable of assuming her
natural roll in life; that of service to her mate or mates."

Throughout Alex's dissertation, Megan lay dumbfounded and appalled by what she
was hearing.  "It'll take more than this monster's got to make me think that way!"
Megan promised herself.  For the first time, however, her vows rang hollow.  

"Caroline, I believe Miss Richards is ready for you now."  The little girl giggled in
response.  She crawled closer to Megan on the bed.  In her small hand, she held the
Buzzer.  "I'd like for you to cause Miss Richards to have an orgasm, Caroline." 
Megan looked at him in astonishment.  "I'll be monitoring her vital signs from time to
time, and both Rob and I will watch her closely to be sure she's not faking."  The
little girl nodded her understanding.  After setting the cylindrical device and its
associated control box on the bed beside Megan's hip, Caroline cupped Megan's
pussy with her small hand and began to rub.  Her touch was gentle but purposeful. 

"Mm...mmm," Megan moaned, again pleading with her eyes.

"We want to see you cum, Miss Richards.  Don't we, Rob?" Alex continued.

"Yes, indeed," Rob answered as he stepped closer to the bed.  "Tell me Miss
Richards.  Are you a quiet fuck or are you a screamer?" he smiled.  Megan couldn't
begin to reply.  She simply lay in open mouthed astonishment while Rob went on. 
"You didn't make much of a commotion out there in the hall, but perhaps it was just
the crowd.  Are you any noisier with a single lover, Miss Richards?  Well, I guess
we're about to find out, huh."  Then turning to young Caroline, Rob asked, "Is she at
all wet, Caroline?"  

At her Handler's request, Caroline dipped her small finger between Megan's labia,
checking for moisture.  Megan gasped in surprise.  Then with a big smile, the little
girl held up her hand.  Her middle finger glistened in the flourescent lighting.  

"Remember, Rob," Alex offered.  "Miss Richards just recently served as a
receptacle for the semen of several volunteers.  I suspect she's adequately
lubricated.  Please proceed, Caroline," he ordered.

Between Alex's remark about her being a "semen receptacle" and getting fingered
by an eleven year old girl, Megan was feeling faint.  She closed her eyes as her head
swam.  Then Megan was jolted back to reality when she felt two pairs of hands on
her legs.  Opening her eyes, Megan saw that both Alex and Rob held her by her
calves just below her knees.  At the end of the bed, Caroline was busily undoing the
velcro straps around her ankles.  Megan had a fleeting thought about kicking out at
the two men, but quickly dismissed the idea.  Her hands and arms were still
restrained over her head, and quite frankly she doubted if she'd be able to
overpower the men were she unbound.  Unknowingly therefore, Megan Richards took
another step toward Functional Womanhood, by allowing the two men to raise her
knees and spread her legs widely apart.

"Alright, Caroline.  Miss Richards is ready," Alex told the little girl.  

Megan gazed down across her belly as Caroline crawled onto the bed.  She watched
as the young girl lay the control box on the bed then held up the shining white
cylinder.

Magen gasped softly when Alex touched her unexpectedly.  "Let me hold her open
for you, Caroline," he said as he spread Megan's ample outer labia with his fingers
and thumb.  "Go ahead and put it into her just like we showed you," Alex coached
the little brunette.

The obedient child leaned closer as Megan closed her eyes and held her breath. 
"Open your eyes, please, Miss Richards," Alex ordered just as Caroline touched the
rounded end of the small device to Megan's vaginal portal.  Megan's eyes flew open
and her hips jerked reflexively when the cool plastic touched her.  "Look at Caroline,
Miss Richards," Alex said.  "Go ahead, Caroline," he then coaxed spreading Megan
open a bit further.

There was surprisingly little sensation at all when the young girl pushed the end of
the device into Megan.  The pretty blond teenager could barely feel the glass
smooth cylinder slide inside.

"That's very good, Caroline," Alex complimented the little girl as he released Megan's
pussy lips.  "Now push it all the way in."  The sensation Megan experienced was less
invasive than inserting a tampon, although the control wire tickled her inner thigh a
little.  She felt the tip of Caroline's finger enter her behind the device as the little
girl obediently pushed the Buzzer deeper into Megan's birth canal.

Megan looked down at the little girl as she pulled her finger out of her vagina then
sat smiling proudly at Alex and Rob.

"That looks very good, Caroline," Rob complimented his charge.  

"Let's see how you did," Alex then said as he reached over and slipped his finger into
Megan.

Megan stared at him icily and bit her lip in an effort to remain silent.  Clenching her
fists in the restraints, Megan endured Alex's inspection.

"Let's just see if we can't get that in any deeper," Alex murmured as he located the
end of the cylinder inside of Megan's vagina with his finger tip.  Megan's eyes
momentarily went wide when Alex was able to push the device a good bit farther
into her vaginal passage, causing the end of the Buzzer to press against her cervix. 
"There we are, Miss Richards," he said at last as he pulled his finger out of her. 
"You're all set.  Caroline, you may proceed.  Enjoy, Miss Richards," he said to Megan
with a smile.  "We've found that most young ladies do."  After re-attaching the ankle
restraints, both he and Rob returned to their seats to observe.

Megan had once used a vibrator so she thought she knew what she was in for.  You
can imagine her surprise then, when Caroline smiled at her and turned the dial on the
Buzzer control to the first setting.  When the first humming pulse traversed her
lower body from her belly button to her feet, Megan quickly realized that this was
no ordinary vibrator.

To the contrary, the Buzzer, another unique device invented by the Center's
Engineering Department, did not vibrate at all.  Instead it released rapid pulses of
electrical current through a myriad of tiny electrodes imbedded along its surface. 
The intensity and duration of these energy bursts were controlled by the small
panel.  These precisely timed and modulated pulses tended to stimulate both soft
tissue and muscle and nerve fiber alike far better than mere mechanical vibration,
and furthermore, it was discovered through testing that the energy pulses tended
to travel through the motor nervous system effectively transmitting the effects of
the device throughout the lower abdomen and lower extremities.

In essence, Megan's entire lower body became a vibrator unto itself.  At the first
setting, Megan experienced only a slight humming sensation deep in her womb.  Also
the muscles of her inner thighs and calves began to quiver slightly.  It was more
disconcerting than unpleasant.

"Can you feel it?" Caroline asked as she crawled up beside Megan, bringing the
control device with her.  Megan eyed the child warily.  "Can you feel it inside your
tummy?" the little girl repeated.  She turned the dial to the second setting.

"Ho... ahh!" Megan gasped.  The muscles in her belly beginning to flex and relax
rhythmically.  Inside, Megan's vaginal and rectal muscles did the same.  Her feet
twisted inward within the velcro restraints.  She had the overpowering urge to close
her legs together, but of course she could not  She looked nervously toward Alex
who sat nearby quietly observing.  He smiled.  Megan's legs twitched spastically
from time to time as the pulses traveled down to the tips of her toes.

"Can you feel it now?" Caroline asked from beside Megan on the bed.

A wholly unusual almost itching sensation started in her crotch as the Buzzer
stimulated her vaginal walls, transmitting its energy to Megan's genital soft tissues,
specifically, her labia and clitoris.  Megan shifted her hips, attempting to relieve the
growing discomfort.  

"Answer Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  "When ever a Handler asks you a
direct question, you are expected to answer immediately."

Megan was becoming confused and somewhat disoriented due to the growing
reaction her body was experiencing to the evil device inside of her.  The first desire
to touch herself awoke in her mind.  The itching between her legs was getting much
worse.  Rather than her usual icy stare, Megan now gave Alex a somewhat worried
look, then quickly faced Caroline who snuggled up against her left side, placing a
small arm across her chest and cupping her right breast in her hand.  "Can you feel
the Buzzer?" Caroline asked in a more challenging tone of voice.  She squeezed
Megan's breast in her small hand.  

Megan replied with only a slight nod of her head.  She was unwilling to obey this
small tyrant of a girl and swore to resist her every step of the way.  Then to
Megan's never ending shock, the little girl leaned toward her and kissed her full on
the lips.  Megan jerked her head away in disgust, and was immediately met with
Alex's disapproving stare.

"Face Caroline and allow her to kiss you, Miss Richards.  You two are supposed to be
lovers."  Then looking at Rob, Alex said, "I suspect that this is Miss Richards' first
same sex experience so we can expect some resistance.  Perhaps it would be
beneficial to schedule her in a female group encounter session later this week.  Do
you agree?"  Rob nodded.  Alex looked back at Megan.  "Kiss Caroline, Miss Richards,
or face the consequences."

Megan was furious, but knew better than to resist just then.  At the moment she
was in a rather vulnerable situation.  

Mixed with her anger and causing the young woman a good deal of subconscious
confusion were the beginnings of awakening sexual urges.  Nestled against her
cervix in the deepest part of Megan, the small lozenge shaped device continued to
coax her internal female anatomy toward arousal and eventual climax.  Her vaginal
muscles flexed and relaxed in the natural rhythm of orgasm.  The glands
responsible for the production of vaginal juices responded to a perceived need for
lubrication.  Even Megan's ovaries were affected, causing the release of hormones
into her bloodstream which elevated her body temperature, regulated her breathing
rate, and caused her skin to become flushed and highly sensitive to touch.  The
Thelazine also was beginning to affect Megan.  Areas of her body which under
normal circumstances could be manipulated to cause arousal began to silently "beg"
to be touched.   Caroline, having been coached on the female erogenous zones,
expertly touched many of these now chemically enhanced areas, sending sizzling
waves of erotic stimuli through the captive blond teenager.  Against her will and
quite subtly at this point in time, Megan's body was preparing to mate.

As Caroline's small mouth closed over her's, Megan's mind reeled with feelings of
revulsion and rage.  She felt the little girl's tongue search her lips, looking for an
opening.  Megan would have none of it.  Pressing her lips tightly together, she would
not allow herself to be french kissed by a small child, and particularly a girl.

Unseen, by Megan, Rob who'd been watching his young charge attempt to gain
access to Megan's mouth, reached over and adjusted the dial on the Buzzer control
past level three to level four.  There were only six levels possible.  The result was
astonishing to see.

"Muuuhhh!" Megan heaved into Caroline's open mouth.  Immediately the little girl's
tongue shot into Megan's mouth and began its exploration, but Megan was far to
distracted to notice.  When the first impulse tore through Megan's belly her hips
had reflexively shot upward to the limit her restraints would allow.  When the
energy burst subsided her body fell back to the bed, breathing hard through her
nose.  Another discharge of energy followed seconds later causing Megan to buck
convulsively.

At level four, the Buzzer went into what the designers referred to as "Inducement
Mode".  At this setting the timing of the energy pulses began at a slower rate and
shorter duration and gradually increased in both frequency and period.  If the
subject had not reached climax by the time preset limits were reached, the device
would reset and repeat the sequence.  To date the Buzzer had never failed to
induce orgasm.  Test subjects had been anally and orally raped with the Buzzer in
place.  Even coupled with the trauma associated with rape, the results were
unerringly consistent.  The test subjects all climaxed, some of them several times.

Megan Emily Richards was on her way.  She didn't even notice when Alex stood to
check her pulse and monitor her respiration rate.  Nor did she notice that Caroline
was no longer trying to kiss her.  Megan crushed her eyes tightly closed as she rode
the tempest within.  Her cries and gruntings in time to the Buzzer's cadence fell
upon deaf ears and sound proof walls.  She felt as if a ball of sexual fire had
suddenly erupted inside of her.  Her nipples became erect instantly, hard enough to
etch glass.  Megan's hips bucked uncontrollably in time to the internal drummer.  

So involved was she and so centered on her womb, that Megan didn't notice when
young Caroline stood up on the bed and stepped across Megan, straddling her head. 
As the little girl knelt, placing her knees on either side of Megan's head, the older
girl opened her eyes.  She looked to one side not recognizing the soft skin blocking
her view as one of Caroline's inner thighs.  

The Buzzer at that exact moment had reached its preset parameters and was
delivering almost continuous pulses directly into Megan's cervix.  The net effect was
that Megan's hips rose upward and remained high off the mattress as the young
teenager came very close to orgasm.

Caroline waited.  Her timing was impeccable.  As the Buzzer suddenly released
Megan from its grasp and her hips fell to the bed, Caroline sat back, covering
Megan's face.  Megan realizing too late what was happening, tried to turn her face
to one side, but the little girl clamped her small thighs tightly together effectively
immobilizing Megan's head.  Then the sweet child rocked her narrow hips, slowly
rubbing herself against Megan's mouth and nose.

Megan's internal female mechanisms were in a state of flux as the Buzzer gradually
ramped her toward climax once again.  She gasped for breath inhaling a deep draft
of Caroline's pubescent bouquet.  The little girl's vaginal opening was directly over
Megan's nose.  She tried to breath through her mouth and was instantly rewarded
with her first taste of intimate female flesh.  Megan thought she'd be sick.

The Buzzer delivered another stroke.  Megan's thighs muscles quivered furiously as
she arched her back off the bed.  Her vaginal and rectal muscles clamped and
released.. clamped and released.  Her breasts fairly throbbed with sexual ardor. 
Her vaginal area now screaming to be touched.

Alex took Megan's pulse again.  She didn't notice.  He then reached down and cupped
her pussy.  This Megan noticed.  Instinctively the young teen wantonly pressed
herself against Alex's hand.  Muffled panting came from between Caroline's slender
thighs.  When Alex removed his hand, his entire palm was wet.  Megan's blond curls
were soaked.  A steady flow of silken fluid now issued from within her.  After
checking the wire which protruded from out of Megan, Alex glanced across the bed
at Rob and said with a satisfied smile, "I think Miss Richards is going to cum for us
very soon."  Rob returned his smile.  "Why don't you help Miss Richards along,
Caroline just like we showed you.  Will you do that for me now, please."

The child was quick to comply with Alex's request.  Reaching back, she cupped
Megan's pussy in her small hand.  Then using the techniques she'd learned as a Guest
of The Center, young Caroline began to administer to her new charge.  Caroline had
no difficulty locating Megan's clitoris.  With practiced skill, Caroline pushed aside
the small shroud covering the highly sensitized organ.  Then, using just the tip of
her index finger, Caroline started flicking the erect little nub with rapid caresses. 
Megan moaned between Caroline's legs.  The teenager's pelvis at last began the
instinctive humping motion of the fully aroused female.  

Seeing this, Caroline smiled broadly at her Principal and received an approving nod. 
Alex, however noticed that other than the instinctive motions of the female of the
species, Megan did not appear to be participating in their love making.  Caroline had
been kind enough to spread herself for Megan after sitting on her face, but the
stubborn teen refused to join in.  Knowing full well that Megan was at the moment
on the very ragged edge of cognizant thought, Alex leaned close to the young
woman's ear and whispered somewhat insistently, "Kiss, Caroline, Miss Richards. 
She's your lover now, the most important person in your life.  Kiss Caroline.  Make
her feel good, Miss Richards."

Megan's eyes fluttered open, but Alex could see that there was no sign of
recognition in them. 

 "Ahhhh," Megan gasped.  Caroline was doing a fine job.

"Kiss Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex repeated several times.  Then at last, to his
great satisfaction, Megan Richards gave her new little lover a kiss.  "Good.  That's
very good," Alex complimented Megan.  Caroline pressed her little bottom back
against Megan's mouth. "Make Caroline feel nice, Miss Richards.  Kiss her pussy. 
Doesn't she taste good, Miss Richards?"

Megan's head was filled with the tangy scent of Caroline's pubescent pussy.  Her
senses reeled as the Buzzer continued to have its way with her.  Every nerve ending
in her lower body was alive and electric.  Her hips humped up and down faster and
faster as the talented little girl went about rubbing her in her most sensitive spot. 
So it was that when Caroline pressed herself against Megan's face, the older girl
instinctively began to give her pleasure.  

Rob and Alex looked on approvingly as their two charges went about their love
making.  Suddenly, above the customary wet sounds of lesbian love, the two
Handlers heard a different kind of groan come from between the saliva covered
thighs of young Caroline.  Rob gave Alex a knowing smile.  Just a few moments after
that, Megan arched her back, raising her hips upward off the bed and carrying
Caroline's lithe little body with her.

"Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmmmmm!" Megan produced a series of low, humming
sounds.  Her stomach muscles flexed as did the strong muscles of her inner thighs
as her femininity responded in an effort to wrap itself tightly around the sizzling
center of pleasure buried deep in her womb.  The muscles of her vagina and rectum
began to spasm, contracting rhythmically in a manner similar to childbirth.  

Feeling Megan's body begin to tremble beneath her, young Caroline knew exactly
what was happening to the older woman.  After all, the eleven year old had been
with the Center for quite awhile now, and had helped several older girls "find
themselves" as her Principal called it.  As Megan started her climactic arching,
Caroline reached her little hand farther down between the older girl's thighs and
grasped her CAP Device.  Megan's thrusts became more pronounced as young
Caroline manipulated the specially designed anal device in such a way as to
alternately dilate Megan then fill her in the same tempo as her natural pelvic
motions.  Seconds later, Megan Richards, debutante and honor student came like a
cheep whore.  Her humming moans, which were identified and logged by her Handler
in her records as indicative of culmination, could be heard for several minutes. 
Megan Richards wasn't a loud lover, but she certainly had stamina.  

During the entire episode of her climax Megan had shamelessly lapped and suckled
young Caroline's smooth young sex.  Caroline's narrow hips also were at one point
seen to be rolling brazenly against the mouth of her older lover.  For several
minutes the two females lay panting heavily.  Then at last, Caroline climbed off
Megan and scrambled off the bed.  

"That was fun," she said enthusiastically to Rob, her Principal.  

"I'm glad you enjoyed her, Caroline.  From now on, Miss Richards is yours to work
with and enjoy.  You may make love to her as often as you like when she isn't in
class," Rob said, putting his arm around the little brunette.  He began to toy with
one of her tiny developing nipples as he complimented the sweet child.  "I am very
pleased with you, Caroline.  You've handled yourself very well today."  Caroline
beamed with pride.  "Don't you think Caroline did well, Miss Richards?" Rob asked. 
His arm still around Caroline, he lead the girl to the side of the bed and gazed down
at the older woman who lay in embarrassed afterglow.  Megan wouldn't answer.

"Answer the Handler, please, Miss Richards," Alex said as he stepped to the end of
the bed.  Rob stared down at Megan, a neutral expression on his face.  Meanwhile,
Alex reached between Megan's thighs and grasped the control wire that protruded
from her vagina.  The small cable was wet and slippery, but Alex was able to slowly
withdraw the vaginal stimulator from within Megan.  The device had shut itself off
automatically when it sensed Megan's rhythmic contractions of orgasm.  After
placing the Buzzer into its case, Alex took a seat on the bed about even with
Megan's hips.  As if it were an every day affair, Alex casually reached over and
cupped Megan's damp sex.  "Answer Rob, Miss Richards.  Don't you think young
Caroline did well?"

"Ugghh..." Megan grunted softly when Alex unexpectedly entered her with his
middle finger.

"We all saw you cum for us, Miss Richards," Alex muttered condescendingly as he
started slowly finger fucking the blond teenager.  

At first Megan tried to close her legs together, but quickly realized that the effort
was pointless.  Her ankles were still restrained by the unyielding velcro bands.  She
was once again helpless to prevent her molestation and was forced to endure the
humiliation and debasement of Alex's attentions.  Megan would come to learn in the
not too distant future that being handled sexually was to be a regular part of her
daily existence.  Furthermore, the times and places of these assaults upon her
person would be totally at the discretion of others.  Although she didn't realize it at
the moment as she lay quietly submitting to Alex, Megan had taken several
important steps toward becoming a Functional Female, the final product of The
Youth Training Center.

At last she nodded her consent to her Handler after he'd been required to ask her a
third time if she approved of Caroline's performance.  Another note was entered
into her records regarding her stubbornness and lack of cooperation.  Alex let it go
with a nod for the time being.

"Very well then, Miss Richards.  I believe we're finished here for now."  Then
turning to Rob, he said," I am officially turning Miss Richards over to you and your
Guest, Caroline."  He winked at the little brunette.  "The Headmaster informed me
this morning that another new inductee will be arriving later today, and he requires
my assistance.  I suggest that you send Caroline and Miss Richards to the Cafeteria
for lunch.  I'll check with Deke regarding his itinerary today and get back to you.  If
Miss Richards gets scheduled for a date with Deke, I'll drop in and take her there
myself.  Otherwise, let's get her started in the Gymnasium."  The whole time he was
talking, Alex continued to finger Megan's vagina, eventually causing the blond to
shuddered almost imperceptibly as a result.  Her body was beginning to betray her. 
Alex didn't miss a thing.  "I see you're still with us, Miss Richards," he chuckled. 
Megan was mortified.  After extracting his finger slowly from Megan, he rubbed
her firmly several times, squeezing and kneading her private flesh before standing
up.  "I'll be leaving you now, Miss Richards.  I expect for you to give Rob, and in
particular, young Caroline your full cooperation and respect," he said, gazing down
upon the naked blond on the bed.  He noticed the fire of rage and loathing begin to
glow hotly in her blue eyes once again.  'Good,' Alex thought.  'She'll need something
to keep her going.'  "If you don't, I'll hear about it, Miss Richards," he added, the
hardness and malevolence returning to his voice.  Megan remained silent while Rob
and Caroline unbound her arms and legs.  Alex looked on for a moment then turned
to leave.  "Rob, if Miss Richards doesn't see Deke today due to scheduling problems,
let's round up at least two volunteer Handlers for her this afternoon.  Plan on
letting Caroline and her have this evening to themselves, then perhaps we should
consider arranging for male companionship for the two of them after tonight.  It's
up to you, but that would be my advice at this juncture of her program."

Megan felt the panic and fear well up inside of her at his fateful words.  "Would
this nightmare never end?" Megan's mind wailed.  She listened as Rob agreed,
setting a schedule of abuse for her as if he were a doctor prescribing a therapy
regimen.  Alex left the Encounter Room.

"Please get up, Miss Richards and accompany Caroline.  We'll be going to the
Cafeteria for a bight to eat and then we shall get on with your program."  Rob
smiled benevolently.

Megan sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed her wrists where the velcro
restraints had cut into her tender skin.  She gave Rob a sample of her "look" in
response to his request, but like everyone else in this hideous place, it seemed to
have little to no effect.  Then, much to Megan's chagrin, when she shifted her
weight on the edge of the mattress, her CAP Device jabbed at her tender internal
tissues, causing her to wince noticeably.

"Caroline, if you will please help Miss Richards," Rob said, turning to the little girl.

Obediently Caroline stepped closer and took Megan by her right hand.  Jerking her
hand away, Megan snarled under her breath, "Don't touch me!"  Caroline stepped
back from the angry older girl looking very hurt.

"Miss Richards, I believe you will find that I am only slightly more tolerant of
uncooperative behavior than Alex."  He glared threateningly at Megan.  "For this
reason, I shall overlook this last outburst, but only this once.  Further misbehavior
will be dealt with quickly and harshly, Miss Richards.  Do I make myself clear?"

Megan sat glaring up at Rob from the edge of the bed.  "God, how she hated this
place and these horrible people!"

"Do I make myself clear?" Rob repeated louder this time.

Something told Megan that she'd better at least appear to be agreeable right away
or there would be instant trouble from this new Handler.  Rob was slightly smaller
than Alex, but he seemed to be in control of the situation and apparently was
accustomed to being obeyed.  Megan nodded, looking Rob in the eye as she did.  In
her mind she sent out a silent threat, "You'll pay for this, you bastard.  You'll all
pay!"  Megan hoped that Rob could read minds.  If nothing else she tried hard to
convey her promise of revenge in her steely expression.

"Very well, then," Rob said after a pause during which Megan felt the elation of a
small victory.  She'd gotten away with not answering verbally.  "If you will please
take Caroline's hand and allow her to lead you, we'll be on our way."  Swallowing her
pride once again, Megan consented to being led by the hand like a small child. 
Ironically, it was a small child who lead her.  The Center thought of everything.

Upon leaving the Free Encounter room, Megan was escorted by Caroline and Rob
down the same hallway.  From somewhere in the building there came a muffled cry,
but in an instant the voice fell silent.  Megan couldn't tell if the cry had been one of
pain or passion, but it had most certainly been the voice of a female.  Turning left at
the "T" at the end of the hall, the threesome came upon a group of people standing
to one side.  The group consisted of two men dressed in the now familiar white
coveralls of Handlers.  Kneeling before one of the men was a young woman.  It was
difficult to tell from behind, but judging from the slimness of her figure, Megan
guessed she was in her early teenage years, maybe fourteen.  She had lovely,
practically jet black hair that hung to her hips.  Caroline stopped when her Handler
did, tugging Megan to a halt as well, next to the group.

"Good day," Roger.  Hello Martin," Rob said amiably.  

"Hi Rob," one of the Handlers answered.

Then the other man said flatly, "Service Position Four."

Megan watched in trance-like wonder as the dark haired girl looked up at the
Handler who stood over her then reached up and zipped the zipper of his coveralls
upward.

The "Uniforms" of the Center's Handlers were specially designed to allow for easy
removal, but also with their dual direction front zippers, the Handlers' penis could
be readily accessed when the need arose without the man having to remove the
entire coverall.  The Center's technical staff felt that its Handlers should often
attend to the Guests while remaining more or less fully clothed.  It was widely
believed that this imparted a sense of Handler superiority to the Guests and greatly
enhanced their effectiveness.

After opening the front of her Handler's coverall, the young girl reached inside with
a shaking hand.  Megan began to feel ill when the teenager then pulled the man's
large penile shaft out and held it in her small hand.  The Handler was rather well
endowed, Megan noticed.  His flaccid cock was thick and dark and fell from his
coverall amid a heavy bush of coarse, black hair.  The young girl then looked to the
man for approval.  When he didn't respond, Megan saw the girl's pretty face cloud
over in an expression of mild dismay and confusion.  Then as if a light came on, the
pretty dark haired teenager's expression cleared.  Still gazing upward with full eye
contact, she reached into her Handler's coverall once again.  This time she carefully
extracted his ample sized testicles.  Megan stared transfixed at the couple as the
Handler gave his charge a nod of approval.

"Natalie appears to be doing quite well," Rob said casually.

"Not bad for only her third month," the Handler named Martin replied.

"Third month?" Megan's thoughts gasped.  "Three months?  She's been here for
three months?"  Megan's mind suddenly flooded with feelings of dread.

But her thoughts were interrupted when the Handler with the girl said sternly,
"Continue."

While the group looked on, the pretty teenager took her Handler's heavy cock in her
small hand and began to stroke him slowly.

"Her attitude is much better now," Martin said as he watched the young girl attend
to her Handler.  "You remember how difficult she was, don't you Rob?"

"I certainly do," Rob replied.

"I believe you assisted with Natalie on more than one occasion," Martin went on.  "I
know she appreciates everything you've done for her.  Don't you Natalie?" Martin
spoke to the pretty teen.  Briefly taking her eyes away from those of the Handler
before her, Natalie looked up in Rob's direction and smiled sweetly.  

"She really is quite beautiful," Megan again noted before the young girl turned back
to the business at hand.

"I'm glad I could help out," Rob said with a smile.  "Her technique shows marked
improvement as well," he commented as Natalie went about manually bringing her
Handler to a state of full erection in a very short time.

"Yeah, well, we've been working with her a lot during the past several weeks.  Rumor
has it that Natalie will be graduating soon, but you know how it is.  The front office
keeps us in the dark most of the time," Martin chuckled.

"Begin." the Handler named Roger ordered his young Guest.

Megan couldn't watch.  As the pretty dark haired girl opened her mouth and stuck
her tongue out, Megan looked away in disgust.

"Do not turn away, Miss Richards," Rob suddenly commanded when he noticed
Megan's unwillingness to observe the poignant scene.  Placing his hand on the back
of Megan's neck, Rob squeezed and twisted, forcing her to turn back to the loving
couple.  Rob was much stronger than he looked, Megan soon discovered.

"Ow!" she whined.

Just then, the Handler named Martin stepped beside Megan.  Instinctively Megan
looked up at him, for Martin was quite tall.  "Do as you're told!" Martin snapped. 
"Look at Roger and Natalie this instant!"  His voice had shifted instantly from a
conversational tone to one of harsh authority.  Rob again applied pressure to the
back of Megan's slim neck with his powerful grip.  With a whimpering cry, Megan was
compelled to obey.

"This one appears to be a difficult case," Martin said as he stepped closer.  Megan
felt his coveralls brush against her hip.  The tall Handler was so close now that
Megan could smell his male aroma.  She was unable to turn her head, however,
because Rob held her firmly by the neck, forcing her to watch as the kneeling girl
allowed her Handler to place the head of his penis onto her outstretched tongue. 
Natalie leaned her head back and gazed upward into her lover's eyes.  "I don't
believe I've seen her before today," Martin muttered just inches away from Megan's
right ear.  "Is she new?"

"She arrived this morning," Rob replied.  He watched with Megan while young Natalie
carefully licked the underside and tip of her Handler's offered penis.  "Alex is her
Principal for the time being, and Caroline has been assigned to be her Companion. 
And, by the way, you're absolutely right, Martin," Rob added.  "Miss Richards is very
uncooperative.  As a matter of fact, she reminds me a lot of young Natalie here." 
He nodded down at the pretty teenager as she took her lover's cock into her mouth,
pursing her full lips around its thick shaft.  "It's encouraging to see just how far
you've come with Natalie."  

Megan shuddered in Robs grip as she watched the young teenager begin to
administer oral sex to her Handler.  She seemed to be quite comfortable with the
process, even to Megan's untrained eye.

"Service Position Four" requires that the Guest hold herself as still as possible and
use only her lips and tongue to pleasure her mate.  Unlike other regimens, the Guest
is not supposed to move her mouth on her lover, but rather she should allow him or
her to use her mouth as he/she sees fit.

Natalie followed protocol as best she could, opening her mouth wide to admit her
Handler's cock when he moved his hips forward.  Then dutifully, the young girl
closed her lips around Roger's shaft.  While she maintained direct eye contact,
Natalie sucked gently while her Handler slowly withdrew himself until just the red
and swollen head of his penis remained inside her mouth.  The loving couple repeated
the process slowly and steadily while Megan looked on in disgust.

Momentarily forgetting about Martin, Megan started when he spoke so close the
her ear.  "She's not bad looking, although she appears to be a little older than our
other Guests."

Megan turned and gave Martin her "look".

"Ah, I see," he chuckled in response.  "She's going to take some work, this one is." 
Placing a hand on Megan's shoulder, Martin turned her away slightly.  "I see she has
her CAP in place.  Looks like a six or seven."  Megan glared over her shoulder at the
tall man.  "Look straight ahead, Miss Richards, is it?" Martin barked.  

Megan was beginning to get the distinct feeling that this one was not to be toyed
with.  She sensed a streak of meanness in his demeanor.

Continuing with his appraisal, the tall Handler commented casually, "She has a good
utilitarian body.  Breasts not overly large, and surprisingly firm.  How old did you
say she is, Rob? Martin asked, reaching out and hefting Megan's left breast.  His
hand was cold, causing Megan to squeek in surprise.  Instinctively she twisted her
upper body away from the man, bringing her arm up to push his hand away.

Like lightning, the man reached across Megan's chest, slapped her arm down with a
vicious downward chop of his callused hand, then grabbed her hard by her left
breast.  Using her tender mammary like a handle, Martin yanked Megan around to
face him.

"Uhhhhhh!" Megan exhaled sharply as though she'd been kicked in the belly.  She
didn't even notice the pain in her arm, so intense was the dull torment that began in
her chest and radiated downward until her entire body virtually shook in agony. 
Megan almost fainted.  Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen had Martin not
grabbed her by the throat and jerked her face upward to within inches of his own. 
Megan was forced to stand on her tip toes to keep from strangling.  He stared into
Megan's eyes, his own filled with foreboding.  

Still holding Megan's breast in his crushing grip, Martin continued in a frighteningly
indifferent tone of voice.  He spoke to Rob, although his eyes were locked onto
Megan's.  His face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her lips.  

"This one's definitely going to require special attention," he said.  "I'd like to help
out, if you don't mind, Rob.  What's her schedule?"  He smiled wickedly at Megan.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Rob answered almost cheerfully.  "Oh, and by the
way, to answer your first question, Martin, Miss Richards is eighteen years old."

Soft sounds of suction could be heard in the hall while Martin silently studied
Megan's face.  He saw the first signs of fear in her blue eyes.  'A good sign,' he
thought.  "And her schedule?"  While maintaining his grip around Megan's throat,
Martin released her tortured breast.  Megan closed her eyes in silent relief. 
Somehow she knew that she'd better behave.  A split second later, however,
Megan's eyes opened round and staring.

She couldn't believe how fast the man was.  It seemed she'd just barely had time to
catch her breath after the crushing pain in her chest subsided, when to Megan's
astonishment she had a long finger inside of her vagina. 

 "Ohhuhhuhh!" she gasped while staring into the knowing grin of the Handler named
Martin.

Megan hadn't even seen his hand move.  The man was so skilled that he'd entered
her before Megan could even think to resist.

"She's not too terribly tight, is she," Martin smirked as he probed Megan's vaginal
canal with practiced ease.  He held her tightly by the throat, keeping her on her tip
toes.  "But she appears to be only slightly used."

"Hohhhhhh!" Megan moaned in a long, shuddering exhale.

"Silence!" Martin snapped, crushing her throat and cutting off her airway.  Megan's
eyes bulged out from the pressure as well as from the impromptu "examination" she
was receiving at the hands of the tall man.  All in all, she was at the moment a very
unhappy girl.

"No, she's not," Rob replied to his associate's comment regarding Megan's vaginal
tension.  "Alex is trying to get Miss Richards a date with Deke, this afternoon as
well," he added.

With a knowing smile, Martin gradually eased the pressure on Megan's windpipe so
she could breath then whispered just inches from Megan's lips, "A date with Deke. 
Well now.  That should help with your attitude, little one, but it sure won't help this
pussy of yours get any tighter."  Megan shut her eyes in utter humiliation as he felt
around inside of her.  "Open your eyes and look at me young lady!" Martin
commanded.  Megan felt his grip on her throat begin to tighten.  She opened her
eyes.  "You've got a lot to learn about minding, Miss Richards," he hissed into
Megan's face.  "But that just happens to be Deke's forte.  There hasn't been a
young lady yet who hasn't benefitted from some quality time spent with Deke."  

Just then, Martin somehow found a spot inside of Megan that she didn't remember
anyone ever touching before.  The Handler's condescending smile made Megan want
to throw up.  She knew that he knew he'd caught her off guard.  "That's my girl,"
Martin muttered as her worked Megan slowly.  "I know what my little lady likes." 
The Handler pressed upward and swirled his middle finger slowly and firmly.  "We're
going to have to spend some time together, just the two of us."  Megan blinked then
began to tremble noticeably.  The tall Handler's smile grew.  His eyes actually
twinkled with delight.   His exploring finger persisted.  Megan felt an unwelcome
warmth begin to spread in her belly.  Martin held her face close and stared into her
eyes, daring her to try to look away.  His hand moved faster between Megan's
quivering thighs.

The sounds of young Natalie's oral attentions which reverberated in the narrow
hallway now mixed with the sticky, snapping sounds of the aroused female coming
from between Megan's thighs.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Martin murmured.  

"Nooooooo," Megan moaned softly, closing her eyes again.

"Open your eyes, Miss Richards," Martin ordered only this time in a softer tone.  "I
want to see your eyes when you cum."  Megan looked shocked and ashamed at the
same time.  Martin worked on that 'special spot' with a vengeance.  "You're going to
cum for me, aren't you little one."  He grinned into Megan's eyes.  She had the look
of a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

"Nnnnnn..." Megan groaned in abject humiliation.  Suddenly a strong tremor passed
through her.  Her body was again betraying her.  Megan was on her way toward
orgasm and there was little she could do to prevent it.  Never in her life had she
felt so helpless and completely out of control.  These horrible men were simply too
much for her.  Her hips jerked twice convulsively as she was forced to stare into
the eyes of her Handler.  Megan was so centered now that she hadn't even noticed
that Martin had all but released his hold on her throat.  It was no longer necessary
for the Handler restrain her.  Megan Richards belonged to him.  His hand moved
between Megan's legs so quickly it practically vibrated.  Seconds later, there in the
main hallway of The Youth Training Center Megan Richards came for the second
time that day, thoroughly entertaining those who watched.

"Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmmmmm!" 

"Very good.  That's very good, Miss Richards," Martin remarked as the young blond
trembled, gripped in climax.  She fell against him.  The only thing that supported
Megan was the man's hand between her sweaty thighs.  "I think there's hope for you
yet, Miss Richards," the Handler murmured in her ear almost tenderly.  "There's
nothing like orgasm to center a young lady, to help her to focus."  He slipped his
finger from inside the trembling girl and rubbed her pussy while she recovered. 
"Rob will make sure that you and I can spend some time together, baby."  He
wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulders.  "Would you like that?" he murmured into
Megan's fragrant blond hair.  Ignoring the weak shake of her head against his chest,
Martin continued, "Sure you would."

Just then there came a gurgling, choking sound from behind Megan.  Martin took
Megan by her shoulders and turned her to face Natalie and Roger just in time for
her to see the little dark haired girl receive Roger's offering.  The young beauty's
throat worked furiously in an attempt to swallow the hot semen that surged into
her mouth from the twitching shaft of her lover.  Her Handler, Roger remained
professionally silent while he fed his young charge.  Megan stood spellbound,
watching, when suddenly Natalie choked.  Jerking her head back she coughed
violently.  A mass of white fluid erupted from her mouth and sprayed onto her
lover's thighs.  Megan saw an expression of what appeared to be terror wash over
the unfortunate girl's face.  Semen dribbled from her nose onto her upper lip. 
Meanwhile, Natalie's Handler grasped his shaft tightly in his fist, cutting off any
further flow until Natalie could recover her composure.  "She's going to need time
on the Feeder," Roger said almost apologetically to his fellow associates.  He waited. 
A moment or two later, the pretty little girl took a deep breath then looked up from
her kneeling position.  At that time, Roger let go of his cock and proceeded to spray
the remainder of his offering onto Natalie's face and chest.  The little girl actually
opened her mouth in hopes of catching a little of the 'precious fluid'.  She knew she
was in for a correction later on and tried her best to perform well in the time that
remained.

Megan was forced to look away briefly when the Handler ordered his young charge
to clean him.  Leaning forward on her knees, without delay Natalie started lapping at
the man's thighs in an attempt to clean up all of semen she had wasted.  A bit of the
sticky white substance dripped from the Handler's gradually softening cock and
landed in the little teen's hair.  Without a word, Roger placed a hand on Natalie's
forehead and pushed her head back.  Then he took himself in his other hand and
offered himself to the young beauty for final cleaning.  True to her training Natalie
opened her sweet mouth and allowed the man to place his flaccid member inside. 
Then cupping his throbbing testicles in her small hands, Natalie sucked the last
drops of Roger's seed from him while she carefully massaged him.

"Yuck!" Megan said softly by mistake.  

To late, the Handler named Martin dropped his hand quickly to Megan's CAP Device. 
Placing the palm of his hand flat against the protruding blunt end of the anal
apparatus.  "You don't like what you see here, Miss Richards?" he asked in a
threatening tone of voice.  Megan could only groan in response to his query since he
hand begun to rotate the end of her CAP is slow circles.  The net effect was that
the tip of the device buried inside of Megan pivoted around its larger diameter
center section, delivering to Megan the sensation of being "stirred" with a baseball
bat.  With his other hand, Martin took Megan by the breast closest to him and
started to pinch and squeeze.  Then, leaning closer to Megan's ear, he murmured,
"You're going to get a lot of practice with Service Position Four, little lady.  It would
behoove you to take a mental note here today."  He pushed harder on Megan's CAP,
eliciting an audible grunt from the blond.  Then the tall Handler went to work with
his fingers on Megan's nipple.  He rolled the firm nub of flesh between fingers and
thumb for several minutes then pinched hard.  At the same time he slapped the end
of Megan's CAP.  With a most unladylike sound, Megan crumbled.  This time, Martin
let her fall to the floor in a heap.  

Turning to Rob, Martin said flatly, "She has promise, but needs a lot of work.  Let
me know what I can do to help."  Then he added, " I'll see you later."  With no
further comment or even a cursory glance back in Megan's direction, the tall man
turned and walked away down the corridor.  

After bidding Roger and Natalie a fond farewell, Rob led Caroline, who in turn led
Megan away.  Toward what, Megan had no idea.

"Oh, thank God!," Megan thought silently when the trio arrived at a door marked
"Cafeteria".  Rob stood aside and allowed the two Guests to enter first.  Then he
followed, closing the door behind him.  Megan stood for a moment, taking in the
layout of the room.  To one side she saw a typical cafeteria style service line.  In
the room's center were several tables a few of which were occupied.  It was easy to
tell the Guests from the staff.  The naked young women of varying ages paid no
attention to the new arrivals whereas the Handlers immediately turned to consider
the them.  Soon, two Handlers rose from their seats and approached.  

"Hello, Rob," One man said.  "And hello, Caroline," he added smiling at the younger
girl.  The other man, a particularly wicked looking individual, stood staring silently at
Megan.  The teenager shivered.

"Hi, Micky," Caroline replied cheerfully to the Handler who'd addressed her.

"You here for lunch, Kiddo?" Micky asked. 

"Yes, sir," Caroline answered dutifully.

"OK.  Do you want to go now or wait 'til after you eat?"

The little brunette thought for a moment, then replied, "I guess I'll do it now, if
that's OK?"

"Sure it is, Kiddo, and I hear you've been practicing," He held out his hand and
Caroline took it readily.  "Let's sit over there," he said nodding toward a table in the
corner.  "Butch can take care of your friend here.  Is she new?" Micky asked as he
led little Caroline to a table nearby.

"Uh huh," the little  girl replied as she padded along behind the older man.

The Handler named Butch stood silently appraising Megan, causing the high-strung
teenager to become quite uneasy.

"I thought we were here for lunch," Megan said, turning to Rob.  

Ignoring, Megan, Rob turned to the man who'd been referred to as Butch and said,
"Please introduce Miss Richards to our cafeteria procedure."

Megan squeaked in surprise when without hesitation, the Handler named Butch
grabbed her wrist in a painfully strong grip and tugged her in the direction of a
nearby table.  Dragging a chair aside, he took a seat and spread his legs.  He then
pulled Megan forward so that she stood between his thighs.  He looked up at Megan
with a cold stare and said sharply, "Service Position Two".

Megan was at a complete loss.  She had no idea what the man meant by that or what
was expected of her.  Then suddenly someone grabber her by the back of her neck. 
It was Rob.  Without a word, Rob forced Megan to turn her head until at last she
understood what it was he wished for her to see.  At the table in the corner, just a
few yards distant was little Caroline and her current lover.  The little brunette
knelt between the spread legs of her seated Handler, her little head bobbing up and
down between his thighs.  Although, Megan couldn't see exactly what was happening,
she knew all too well what the little girl was doing.

Rob leaned down close to Megan's right ear and muttered, "Service Position Two,
Miss Richards.  Please proceed."

Megan was astounded beyond words for several seconds, then without the slightest
warning, Rob slapped the blunt end of her CAP hard with his free hand.  In an
instant, Megan found herself kneeling breathless between the legs of the Handler
named Butch.

To the uninitiated and experienced Guest alike, the effect of having one's CAP
Device struck in such a manner is very much like being "sucker" punched in the gut
from the inside.  Several moments passed before Megan was able to recover even
the pretense of composure.  When she did, she was met with the malevolent gaze of
Butch.

"Service Position Two," he reiterated coldly.

Megan stared up at him in utter contempt then said flatly, "No fucking way you
asshole!  You can go straight to hell if you think I'm gonna do that."  She tried to
get up.  Megan quickly discovered, however that these men shared a different
sentiment.  

From behind, Rob forcibly held Megan down on her knees with a strong hand on her
shoulder.  Then, kneeling beside and behind her, Rob said, "Miss Richards, we expect
for you to do as you are told.  One way or another, you are going to comply.  When
Megan started to struggle, Rob grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and
squeezed.  

"Oww!" Megan cried out in pain.  The man named Butch looked on impassively.  "Cut it
out!" she whined miserably.

Dismissing Megan's plea, Rob continued unemotionally, "You may either do as you see
young Caroline doing, and she is indeed setting a fine example."  

Curiosity demanded that Megan look out of the corner of one eye in the direction on
Caroline and Micky.   The pretty little brunette had her lover's large testicles
cupped in one small hand while with the other she vigorously stroked his erect penis. 
The shaft of Micky's cock glistened with the sweet child's saliva.  Its blood
engorged head was temporarily out of sight inside Caroline's mouth.  The little girl's
cheeks were dimpled inward from the effort of her sucking.  Her clear eyes were
locked onto those of her lover who gazed approvingly down at her while she
performed.

"You will either do as Caroline is doing this instant, Miss Richards," Rob continued in
a distinctly unfriendly whisper from just inches behind Megan's right ear or I shall
order the rest of the Handlers in the cafeteria to stop whatever they are doing and
assist Butch in orally raping you for the remainder of the afternoon."  He squeezed
Megan's neck in his powerful grip.  "The choice is yours, Miss Richards.  I do hope we
understand one another."

"Oww! Stopppp," Megan wailed in misery.  "You're hurting meeeee," she whined
ineffectually.

"And we'll continue to hurt you, Miss Richards until you learn to obey," Rob said
from behind the unhappy girl.  He maintained a tight hold on her neck but did ease
the pressure ever so slightly.

"But I can't do that," Megan tried to explain in a pitiful tone of voice.  When no one
responded to her statement, she continued, "I only did it once, and he made me."

"That's quite commendable," Rob commented with a slight chuckle.  "I'd like to meet
this man.  Maybe we'll offer him a position here at The Center."

Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "Were all these people crazy?" she
asked herself for the thousandth time, or so it seemed.

"A woman should be made to submit to oral sex.  Especially the first time," Rob
explained in an almost instructive tone.  "In any case, Miss Richards, since you've
had some experience then I expect you to proceed without further delay."

"But..." Megan began to object!

Instantly, Rob pushed her head forward into the crotch of Butch's coverall.  Butch,
in turn, grabbed the back of Megan's head and held her face against himself.  He
then closed his thighs tightly against the sides of her head.

Megan could barely breath, and what little air she was able to draw into her
tortured lungs was damp and pungent with the odor of male, causing her to gag
repeatedly.  "Mmmphh..mmm!" came Megan's protesting groans from between
Butch's legs.  The stubborn teen brought her hands up to his thighs and tried to
push herself free of his hold on her, but to no avail.  Several minutes passed while
the two men held her.  

Butch rubbed Megan's face in his crotch roughly while he muttered, "Service
Position Two" over and over again.  Then as quickly as they'd grabbed her, Butch and
Rob released Megan who quickly sat back on her haunches gasping for air.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards, requires that the Guest remove the penis of
the seated Handler from his coveralls, then administer to him orally until such a
time as he either signals that the Guest should cease and desist or that he
ejaculates.  In the event that the Handler does reach climax, the Guest is expected
to thoroughly consume his ejaculate unless she is otherwise instructed.  There are
times when the Handler might find it beneficial to the Guest for him to ejaculate
onto her face, hair or body.  It is the duty of the Guest to be alert to this
possibility and to take appropriate action if so ordered."

Rob's entire dissertation was delivered with such deliberateness and lack of emotion
that it took Megan several moments to digest what he'd said.  At last, the haughty
blond began to shake her head slowly from side to side in utter incredulity as both
the gravity of her situation and the Handler's demands became clear to her.  She
stared in fearful apprehension from one man to the other, unable to say a word.

"Miss Richards, you will please turn and obey Handler Butch, now," Rob ordered. 

Megan was so thoroughly bewildered that she cooperated almost before she knew
what she was doing.  This time when she stared up into the wicked face of the man
named Butch, he was grinning broadly.  "That's right, baby," he murmured.  "Show
me what that bad man made you do."  Then he added bluntly, "Service Position Two,"
Guest.

Megan realized that once again, she had no choice but to capitulate when she felt
Rob's hand on her buttock immediately to the left of her CAP.  Megan knew that
should she disobey at this time, she would pay for it.  Then, vowing silently to
herself that some day she would have her revenge, the young blond, reached out for
the double action zipper of Butch's coveralls.  The two men made no comment as she
slowly slid the zipper upward until and opening of about a foot had been achieved in
the Handler's "uniform".  Megan hesitated.

"Take it out!" came Butch's instant command.  "Service Position Two," he repeated,
not for the last time.  Rob moved his hand to the end of Megan's CAP.

Feeling the slight pressure on her anal device, Megan quickly reached into the 
warm, clammy interior of the Handler's coveralls.  Immediately Megan jerked her
hand back.  She'd felt his semi-flaccid organ nestled amid a thick bush of course
feeling hair.  

"Ohhh..nnn.." Megan gasped softly.  She shot Rob a fearful glance over her shoulder
when the Handler rotated her CAP like the dial of a safe.  Rob said nothing.

Hesitantly, Megan returned her attention to Butch who sat waiting patiently for the
moment.  She reached into his coveralls once more.  "Oh, God!" Megan's mind cried
as she closed her hand around the hot, fleshy shaft of another total stranger. 
Butch nodded approvingly.  Megan shuddered.  Then after taking a deep breath the
formerly uncooperative young teenager tugged the Handler's growing erection from
the confines of his coveralls.  Megan quickly dropped the man's cock, allowing it to
fall against his right thigh.  "It's so big!" Megan found herself remarking softly.

"It's all for you, baby," Butch commented after overhearing Megan's unintentional
remark.  Megan was mortified.  She blushed a deep shade of red.  "Now get to work,
young lady," he quickly ordered.  "Take that big cock in your hand and make me nice
and hard.  Open that pretty mouth of yours and let's see if you can use it for more
than just talk."

Megan began to object, but quickly reconsidered when she again felt Rob adjust her
anal appliance.  

"Service Position Two," Butch commanded.

Never in her life had Megan Emily Richards been so utterly humiliated.  All of her
years of control over the males in her life evaporated before her eyes as she
watched in a trance-like stupor as her right hand reached out almost unbidden and
took hold of the vile organ that was to be her immediate source of torment. 
Although Megan was truly inexperienced at manually satisfying the male of the
species, she instinctively picked up on the process.  Butch looked on impassively
while Megan stroked him into full erection.  

"Put it in your mouth," he ordered.

Megan, who'd been somewhat captivated by the size and feel of Butch's penis in her
hand, looked up at him in surprise.  "But, I..." she began.

"I said, put it in your mouth.  Service Position Two," Butch growled in the tone of an
unmistakable and unveiled threat.

"No.. I.. I can't... I just..." Megan whined.  From behind, Rob grabbed her by the
neck and forced her head downward toward Butch's waiting penis.  Megan was so
agitated that she even forgot to let go of the meaty shaft.  Her eyes widened in
fear and disgust as the dark purple tip of the thing, already glistening with a drop
of pre-cum drew closer and closer.  Megan clamped her jaws tightly together.  She
tried desperately to shake herself free of Rob's grip.

"Open your mouth, Miss Richards," Megan heard Rob command from beside her.  He
held her neck in his vice-like grip, making it impossible for Megan to turn away.  He
pushed her down, closer... closer...  "Open your mouth, Miss Richards," Megan heard
him say as if from a great distance.  The pain in her neck was becoming blinding. 
Just then the all too familiar thudding impact of pain and pressure exploded inside
of Megan.  Using the heel of his hand, Rob had shoved hard on the butt of her CAP,
driving the anal appliance deep into the unfortunate teenager.

Megan had reflexively opened her mouth in a deep, guttural grunt and instantly
found it filled with Butch's cock.  She'd barely had time to take a breath before Rob
had forced her head down toward Butch's lap.  She only started to struggle when
the broad head of the man's penis pressed briefly against the back of her soft
pallet before proceeding down her throat.  Megan's body trembled convulsively as
she was orally impaled for the first time in her life.  Megan Emily Richards, widely
thought of as untouchable accepted her first cock into her esophagus.  Instinctively
she dug her fingernails into the flesh of her lover's thighs.

"She's trying to scratch me, Rob," Butch reported.  

Megan's body soon bucked and heaved to the cadence of Rob's rapid manipulation of
her CAP Device.  The pressure in her rectum immediately caused the teenager's
fingers to splay outward, relieving Butch.  Rob knew exactly what he was doing.  He
continued to administer to Megan while he helped to hold her head down in Butch's
lap.

Megan put up quite a struggle for about a minute, but soon the torment provided by
her CAP Device coupled with the slow onset of hypoxia caused the reluctant young
girl to become more subdued.  After about two minutes, Megan heaved violently in a
last ditch effort to free herself.  Soon, however, her body shuddered then lay still. 
At that exact moment, Rob grabbed her by the hair and pulled Megan's head up,
extracting Butch's cock from her throat and clearing her airway.  Megan fell
forward into Butch's lap while she gradually regained coherence.  When at last her
eyes blinked open, Butch took her by her hair and pulled her head back enough so he
could look her directly in the eyes.  

"Since this is your first time, Miss Richards, I am going to break protocol and offer
you my cock."  Taking his manhood in his other hand, Butch pressed the head to
Megan's lips.  "In the future, you will be expected to do this for yourself.  In
Service Position Two, the Handler is not suppose to assist the Guest at all.  Now
suck me off and be quick about it, bitch!" Butch barked.

To this day, Megan will never understand why she opened her mouth and let the
horrible man place his penis inside.  As she closed her lips obediently around his foul
tasting organ, Megan heard strange gurgling sounds from the far side of the
cafeteria.  

"Move your head up and down.  Use that pretty mouth of yours, baby!" Butch said.  

While Megan got started, little Caroline took her fill from her lover, Micky.  Megan
quickly found herself far too busy to take notice of Micky's remark to his little
lover.  "That's very good, Caroline.  You have been practicing,"  The young man
groaned as he unloaded another wave of hot semen into Caroline's waiting mouth. 
The little girl swallowed hungrily, trying her very best not to waist even a single
drop of the precious substance.

"Pay attention, bitch!" Megan's lover snapped.  "Micky and Caroline will be just fine
without your supervision.  Now move that mouth of yours.  I'm starved, and I can't
eat until I'm through with you.  Get at it, bitch, or I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth
of yours for real!"  Butch glared down at Megan in a manner that left her no doubt
that he meant business.

Having only given oral pleasure to one other man before this day, Megan was not as
skilled as she would one day become, but some things are purely instinctive for a
girl, and sucking a man's penis is one of them.  Megan had also seen a few porn
movies in the not too distant past, so she had a pretty good idea how to proceed. 
Hesitantly she opened her mouth and then tentatively moved her head forward
toward Butch's lap.  She gagged almost at once, causing her to jerk her head back. 
For this she received an ominous look of disapproval from her Handler.  Megan tried
again.  'What a strange sensation,' Megan thought almost whimsically when she felt
the hot tip of Butch's cock move slowly across her tongue.  She struggled to
suppress a gag when the broad head touched the roof of her mouth.  

Butch was well endowed, but not huge.  'He's about the same size as Mr. Harris,'
Megan thought to herself, 'But not as pointed.'  Megan closed her lips around her
lover's cock and slowly moved her head back.  She sensed the heavily veined shaft
slide through her lips until the broad head pulled against the inside of her lips. 
Before going down on him again, Megan unconsciously toyed with her tongue at the
underside of Butch's penis.  An odd, almost warm sensation spread down Megan's
neck and flowed over her bare shoulders.  Megan closed her big blue eyes and
allowed her head to fall forward again, taking her lover into her mouth once more.

"Open your eyes, and look at me!" she was instantly reminded by Butch.

Megan's eyes flew open wide as she suckled her way to the tip of his penis.  Megan
gazed dutifully up at the wicked man.  Just moments earlier all she could think of
was loathing and revenge, but now....

Megan didn't realize it, but her natural female instincts coupled with just the right
amount of "encouragement" from the miracle drug, Thelazine, were working hand in
hand to allow the head strong young teenager to cast aside her prejudices and social
conditioning.

"A little faster, please," Butch ordered.

Megan did as she was told.  Bringing her hands up to Butch's thighs, she increased
the tempo of her oral administrations.  The warming sensation she'd begun to feel
started to spread.  She felt flushed and tingly.  Megan pressed upward with her
tongue on the hot shaft of meat that filled her mouth.  Even though Rob had ceased
his manipulation of her CAP, Megan suddenly became acutely aware of her rectal
appliance.  It seemed to Megan that the same spreading warmth in her upper torso
also began to emanate from her nicely packed backside and spread through her
tummy.  Megan's inner thighs tingled and twitched.  She gazed up at the man named
Butch, studying his facial expression while she went about her duties.  

Unlike Mr. Harris, who'd groaned repeatedly and even cried out while Megan
delivered her sexual favors to him, this man sat in utter silence as Megan's blond
head bobbed in his lap.  His face was a mask, completely devoid of expression.  A
strong shiver passed through the pretty teenager.  Where Megan had once felt only
disgust for the act she now committed upon a total stranger and under duress at
that, she now began to receive confusing signals from the pleasure centers of her
body.  Just a few short moments ago, the very taste of his fetid organ had caused
Megan to come very close to vomiting.  Now as she allowed the man's penis to travel
ever deeper into her mouth, Megan found herself almost relishing the taste of the
pre-cum fluids that seeped from its core.

The professional Handler gave Megan no warning.  When the first spurt of cum hit
the back of her soft pallet, the teenager's eyes opened even wider in shocked
surprise.  "Gurrpp!" Megan managed to utter around the pulsing shaft of meat in her
mouth.  She immediately tried to pull back, but Butch had anticipated her reaction. 
Megan felt pressure against the back of her head as the second and much larger
salvo of semen exploded into her mouth and throat.  Megan choked, causing hot
semen to spray from her nose.  The unhappy blond fought desperately to free
herself from Butch's restraining grasp around the back of her neck.  "Gmmmkk!"
Megan grunted as Butch's third offering surged into her mouth.  Her blue eyes
stared pleadingly up at her lover.  Butch stared down at her impassively.  He knew
that it was just a matter of time.  Megan shook her head in one last effort, but
somehow she knew as well what had to be.

Mr. Harris had been different.  He'd pulled his penis out of her mouth and shot off
on Megan's blouse.  Fortunately she'd had a sweater in her locker that she'd used to
cover the evidence of their brief affair.  This man, on the other hand wasn't about
to let her escape.  As the hot, viscus substance continued to pump into Megan's
mouth the haughty blond felt the first trickle slip passed her protesting throat
muscles.  Butch pushed his cock farther into Megan's mouth, pressing its broad head
against the back of her throat.  He pulsed again.  Uncharacteristically, Butch
actually smiled when Megan gagged once, blinked her big blue eyes then swallowed.

The second gulp went down easier than the first.  Butch took a handful of Megan's
hair and carefully pulled her head back just far enough so that his last offering
filled her mouth completely.  At last he spoke.  "I'm gonna pull my cock out of your
mouth, now sweetheart.  When I do, I want you to swish that mouthful you've got
there around for a minute before you swallow.  If I see one drop spill, you will be
punished.  Do you understand?"

"Gmm..mmm," Megan grunted by way of acknowledgment.  She was simply too
bewildered and disoriented to refuse.  Carefully she brought her lips together when
the Handler's cock exited her mouth.  For a moment she considered spitting, but
quickly thought better of the idea.  She moved her tongue.  The slimy feeling of the
viscus substance which practically filled her mouth to overflowing against her
tongue caused Megan to come very close to gagging once again.  She was forced to
bring a hand to her lips to prevent any leakage from occurring.

Megan Emily Richards would have been positively outraged it if just a very few
hours ago, someone had told her that she would soon be kneeling between the legs
of a complete stranger, her mouth filled with his semen, trying her best not to allow
any to spill.  

Megan, after all, had up until her admission into The Center led a privileged life.  Her
physical beauty allowing her to pick and chose those "lucky few" she would
accommodate with her charms.  Through the selfless efforts of the professional
staff at The Youth Training Center, Megan Richards would some day emerge a
complete and fully functional young woman, but that would take time.  Fortunately
for Megan, time was one commodity The Center had in abundance.  Shortly after
her abduction by The Center's Collection Agency, a missing persons alert had be
issued in Megan's home town and surrounding counties.  The ensuing search would,
like all searches for The Center's Guests prove unfruitful.  Megan Richards would
not be returned to society until the administration of The Center deemed her
prepared and ready.

"Very good, Miss Richards," Butch commented, his previously rough demeanor
replaced by the same professional objectivity exhibited by the rest of the Handler
staff.  "Now swish my semen around in your mouth as if you were rinsing after
brushing your teeth, and I want to hear it," he instructed. 

Megan, although near shock, was none the less astounded at his most recent
demand.  She stared up at her Handler with an expression of unveiled loathing. 
"They're all animals!" she remarked to herself, her hand still pressed against her
lips.  Suddenly Megan burped.  Her eyes went round when she almost allowed some
of the viscus substance to seep from her lips.  As it was her nasal passages and 
sinuses became inundated with the musky aroma of semen, filling her senses with
the essence of male.  Megan didn't realize it at the moment, but this was an
experience that would become an integral part of her daily life.

"I gave you and order, Miss Richards," Butch said flatly, bringing Megan back to the
present.  

Megan looked at him with a mixture of fear and abhorrence.  Reluctantly, she closed
her teeth together.  Then, squeezing gently with her cheeks, she forced a little of
the repulsive material to ooze through her teeth and gums.  Just the feeling of
doing this repugnant act precipitated another gag.  Thankfully, Megan still had her
finger tips pressed to her lips or she certainly would have spilled.  The small cough
that followed caused the tiniest of drops of clear fluid to drip from Megan's right
nostril.  Megan suppressed a second gag and quickly sniffed the "precious" fluid
back into her nose.

After only a few hours with The Center, Megan's subconscious was ever so slowly
aligning itself with the institution's designs.  It was an extremely subtle example of
progress, but neither Butch nor Rob, who stood nearby observing, missed the
undeniable effort on the part of their new Guest to obey her current lover's wishes.

Megan swished again.  She thought she would simply die, so utterly debased was she
by the horrendous act she was being compelled to commit.

"Good.  Again." Butch ordered.

Using her tongue against the backs of her teeth, Megan pushed the largest portion
of her mouthful through her teeth and into her cheeks.  The "squishing" sound this
action produced was unmistakable.

"Again, faster now." Megan's lover said.  "And kindly remove your hand from your
mouth and look at me, Miss Richards."

Megan dropped her hand to Butch's thigh and glared at him, her cheeks puffed out
with his offerings.

The professional young man merely nodded in acknowledgment, the asked
nonchalantly, "You've done this before, haven't you, Miss Richards?"   Megan could
not disguise her disgust and embarrassment.  "Do you like the taste of cum, Miss
Richards?"  Butch then asked as if he were inquiring as to whether or not Megan
liked the taste of Diet Coke.  The question caught the unhappy teenager completely
off guard.  Her expression was priceless.  It took every bit of Butch's professional
detachment to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"He's toying with me!" Megan's once overinflated ego shrieked.  "How dare he!" 

If only she could have seen herself from Butch's perspective, kneeling, cheeks
bulging from her mouthful of his semen, Megan might have begun to more fully
appreciate her situation.  In spite of the ever present gentle "nudges" from the
Thelazine, which even now served to heighten Megan's sense of taste as well as
increasing the sensitivity of the nerve endings of her tongue and the roof of her
mouth, allowing the young woman to better appreciate the delicate texture and
flavor of the ropey male ejaculate, Megan obstinately refused to capitulate.  Thus,
she looked Butch directly in the eye and shook her head slowly.  "Mm..mm!"

The Handler said nothing for a moment as he considered the defiant young woman. 
Then after countless minutes while Megan knelt at his feet, Butch said at last, "You
may swallow now, Miss Richards."

Megan, who's mind had wandered into daydreams of retribution where she imagined
herself leading a group of heavily armed law enforcement officers down the
hallways of the hellish establishment, was abruptly jolted back to her new reality. 
In that reality Megan knelt before a man who had just ordered her to swallow the
mouthful of semen he'd recently provided for her.  Gone were the cops.  Gone was
her stunning and well deserved victory over her oppressors.  Megan looked around
the cafeteria.  While she'd been preoccupied with her duties, a few other Guests
had entered.  Some were having lunch while others were attending to their
respective, Handlers.  Megan noticed that young Caroline had apparently satisfied
her obligation to Micky and now ate lunch in the company of Rob and one other
Handler.

"Miss Richards!"  Butch snapped.  "Pay attention."

Megan jerked her face around to stare into the intense eyes of the Handler.  All
other thoughts and concerns quickly vanished when she grasped the wicked intent
that smoldered behind the man's dark expression.  She suddenly realized that she
was going to do as she was told.  She had no choice.  There were no other options. 
There was no escaping this situation.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards," the Handler named Butch stated quietly.

Megan Emily Richards, Senior Class Prom Queen, and Guest of The Youth Training
Center, swallowed.

Megan was subsequently allowed to eat a small lunch before she and Caroline were
escorted out of the cafeteria.  Before leaving, however, Butch took Megan aside and
explained to her that at each meal she would be expected to deliver similar sexual
favors to one or more Handlers.  "Before you graduate, Miss Richards, Butch
explained I will ask you again whether or not you enjoy the taste of semen.  I can
assure you that you will answer, 'Yes'."  He smiled benevolently.

Megan knew better than to speak.  All she could do was to glare at the second man
on Earth to have put his penis into her mouth.  Butch would soon be joined by a host
of others, but for the time being, Megan allowed herself to be led away by young
Caroline without further comment.

Joined in the hall by Rob, the threesome halted briefly while Rob responded to a
page.  "OK.  I understand." he spoke into a wall phone.  

Megan couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but it was obvious that Rob
had received orders.  

"Late this afternoon, possibly?" the Handler said.  He looked surprised.  "Do you
think she'll be up to him?  Uh huh."  Rob nodded, in acknowledgment to whoever it
was he was talking to.  "We were on our way to the Gym.  I thought she could use a
little workout after lunch.  I beg your pardon?" Rob looked in Megan's direction. 
"Four, I believe.  She was Corrected in the hallway about two hours ago.  Uh huh,
that's right.  She's been fed and she's received her mid-day 'Serving'," Rob
explained.  

As a policy, Guests are all to receive a minimum of five oral 'Servings' of semen daily
either from a live provider or from a "Feeder".  The first 'Serving' is to be
administered immediately upon the Guest awakening in the morning, followed by one
'Serving' with each meal, then a final portion before retiring.  This is a minimum
schedule which, of course, is routinely augmented by the offerings of volunteers,
Handlers and Companions during the course of the Guests' daily activities.

"With Butch," Rob added.  He listened silently for several seconds then said, "OK,
will do.  Let us know when he's ready for her.  We'll be in the Gymnasium."  Rob
replaced the intercom receiver into the wall cradle.  Then offering one hand to
Caroline and the other to Megan, the Handler led the two young ladies away.

Megan knew that there was a lot more in store for her, but didn't wish to consider
the details for the moment.  Instead, she allowed herself to be led through a door
marked "Gymnasium".  "A workout?" Megan remembered remarking to herself as the
heavy door closed silently behind her.

Megan had been in the habit of spending a good deal of time in the Spa and Health
Club located near her suburban home.  She was very much aware of her looks and
consequently spent many hours working out in an effort to maintain that which
allowed her so much opportunity and advantage in life.  So it was that the first
sound Megan heard was the familiar "clank" of a barbell free-weight hitting the tile
floor.  Megan looked around.  She noticed several pieces of equipment but none
looked familiar.  There were several apparatus that appeared similar to Nautilus
machines, but not quite.  Megan spied two vinyl covered "benches" that looked a bit
like vaulting horses, but they were much to low to the floor to be of much benefit
or use to a gymnast.  

"Curious?" Megan thought.  

To the left of these stood a stainless steel contrivance that resembled an
Aerodyne style excer-cycle except that the pedal crank sets were positioned fairly
widely apart.  In place of the resistance fan was a shining steel cylinder aligned
horizontally between the pedals.  Extending from the cylinder was a shaft that
pointed in the direction of the "excer-cycle" seat.  Megan studied the odd appliance
for several minutes before noticing something that chilled her through and through. 
Along the back wall of the large mirrored room stood a row of six or eight ominous
and all too familiar pieces of equipment.  

In fact, one of the Cooperation Seats was currently being used.  It was difficult to
see its occupant because the burly body of a Handler stood between Megan and the
young girl who's slim legs were restrained widely apart.  The larger man's hips moved
rhythmically in the familiar motion of love making.  Even from across the room,
Megan could see the muscles of his buttocks flex as he exerted himself.  Megan
could not see much of the recipient of his attentions, only her slim legs and small
feet.  Megan felt ill.  The girl couldn't have been much older than thirteen.  While
Megan watched in growing horror, the occupant of the Cooperation Seat endured
her lover in customary silence.  The only reaction that Megan could detect from this
distance was the flexing of the girl's small hands in the upper extremity restraints
of the evil apparatus.  Megan then heard a second "clank" of steel against tile.

"Concentrate, Miss Hartley," a voice barked.  "Squeeze harder.  I expect for you to
hold ten pounds for one full minute or face Correction."

Megan heard a soft whimpering as she turned her head in the direction of the
voices.  In an alcove just a few feet away from where Rob, Caroline and Megan
stood were a young Guest and her Handler.  Megan could plainly see the expression
of fear on the tear streaked face of the young blond girl.  Megan guessed her age
to be around fifteen, perhaps sixteen.  Megan noticed that she, like most all of the
Guests at The Center, was quite attractive.  A slim waist, nicely shaped hips,
smallish, but pert breasts, long muscular legs and what would have been a lovely
face but for her expression of extreme anxiety.  

The young lady stood with her legs spread, her ankles at about shoulder width. 
Lying on the tiled floor between her bare feet lay a round bar bell type weight.

Rob then interrupted Megan's concentration by saying, "Let's move closer.  I want
you to watch this, Miss Richards.  Then turning to Caroline, he said, "Why don't you
spend some time on the Breast Enhancement Machine, young lady, we need to work
on your chest sensitivity."  Caroline nodded with a smile and trotted off.  Taking
Megan by her wrist, Rob then pulled her in the direction of the alcove and its two
occupants.

"Do you understand me, Miss Hartley?" the muscular Handler growled at the fearful
young blond.

The pretty girl looked at the Handler and was about to reply when Rob spoke up in a
casual tone of voice.  "Good day, Coach."

"Rob," the man replied curtly, never taking his eyes off the pretty young blond.

"Coach, I want you to meet Miss Megan Richards," Rob said pushing Megan closer to
the powerful looking man.  "She's just joined out family today and could use your
help to improve herself."

With what could only be described as an exasperated sigh, the man who Rob
referred to as "The Coach" turned to face Megan and her Handler.  It would be
weeks before Megan would become accustomed to being touched at will by
strangers.  Thus when The Coach reached out in the customary manner and cupped
her pussy in his calloused hand, Megan instinctively jerked her hips backward.  As
always, Rob being the professional that he was had anticipated Megan's reaction and
was ready with his hand near the butt end of her CAP.  This time, he was pleased to
note, only a light slap on her anal appliance was all that was necessary to cause the
haughty blond teenager to freeze.

Megan trembled with outrage while The Coach first felt her down there, then
reached up and started to fondle her right breast.  He hefted the breast then
pinched at the areola and nipple almost idly.

"Nice tits," he said looking at Rob, and not at Megan.  "Good hips and legs and a
reasonably wide aspect cunt."  He reached down and cupped Megan again.  This time
he began to squeeze and to kneed her.

Megan stood mortified while she was discussed like a slab of bacon.

"All in all, I'd say she's serviceable, but she's a little on the old side, don't you think? 
I'm surprised The Headmaster admitted her."

Megan fumed, forgetting momentarily that the man continued to rub her in her
most private area.

"How is she on the inside?" The Coach then asked in the same even appraising tone
of voice.  Again, and not for the last time, Megan was caught completely off guard
when then man, without the slightest warning, deftly slipped a finger between her
pussy lips.  Before Megan could even think to react, The Coach entered her vaginally
with practiced ease to the full extent of his long middle finger.

"H..h..huuhh!" Megan groaned softly.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Rob barked from behind.  He slapped Megan's CAP a bit
harder for effect.  Megan grunted almost inaudibly.  Her flat tummy heaved.

"Hmm," The Coach said as he continued his internal inspection of Megan.  The teen
squirmed uncomfortably.  "Not much of a grip response," he commented
disapprovingly.  "Have you had her yet, Robert?" he asked, addressing the Handler
more formally.

"Not yet, Coach.  I thought perhaps I might try her this evening," Rob replied
casually.  "That is of course only if her date with Deke is canceled."

"I see," The Coach replied.  He found a spot inside of Megan that caused the young
teenager to rise up on her tiptoes.  "Has anyone had her yet?" he then asked, noting
Megan's reaction to his probing.

"Kevin and three others helped out with her first Correction this morning shortly
after her arrival."  Kevin mentioned that she showed promise but would require a lot
of work."

"Uh huh," The Coach said idly.  He extracted his finger from Megan, causing the girl
to shiver noticeably.  "Good reaction to evacuation," he noted.  Megan flinched when
the man placed his hand on her right hip and turned her slightly to the side.  He
then peered behind.  "A number six?" he looked up at Rob questioningly.

"That's what Alex decided to put in her to start with," Rob answered.  "He's her
Principal, but I believe I'd have started her on a seven or maybe an eight.  She's
pretty head strong."

Megan glared hatefully at Rob.

"See what I mean?" Rob chuckled.

The Coach stepped back from Megan and looked her up and down in an appraising
manner.  "And how old did you say she is?" he asked.

"Just over eighteen from what I understand, Coach," Rob answered.

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" The Coach responded, shaking his head.  "I still can't understand
why The Headmaster would admit such an old subject."  He made a mental note
when he saw Megan bristle at his remark about her age.  As a professional, he was
ever alert to anything that might be used as a tool to aid in conditioning.

"I think, he made a special arrangement with a friend's son, is what I heard from
Alex," Rob offered.   In any case, Coach, I was told to bring her to you to see what
you can do for her."

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" the Coach repeated.  "I don't know," he then said.  "Do you
understand why you are here, young lady?" he asked Megan unexpectedly addressing
her directly for the first time.

Megan opened her mouth to reply, but The Coach held up a hand, effectively
silencing her.

"You are here to be trained, Miss Richards.  Trained to perform for your mate or
for any male or female chosen for you."  Megan's eyes grew wide with disbelief at
his frank portrayal of her situation.  The Coach continued, "Before you leave our
institution, you will have learned to willingly accept and perform certain duties and
responsibilities.  In the end, Miss Richards, you will become what we refer to as a
Fully Functional Female.  At Rob's request, we will begin the physical development
component of your program."

Unable to contain her outrage, Megan opened her mouth.  All that came out,
however was a grunt, when like lightning The Coach's hand shot between her thighs. 
With his finger tips, the man pushed upward on her CAP.  Megan hadn't thought it
possible to manipulate the device from the front, but she was very wrong.  The man
brutally depressed the blunt end of the appliance repeatedly until Megan's knees
began to buckle.  Then just as suddenly, he stopped.

As if nothing at all had happened the man continued with his speech.  "While you are
in my Gymnasium you will conform to all of The Center's standards and prescripts as
well as a few of my own.  "For example, Miss Richards.  As per The Center's first
non-negotiable standard, you shall not speak unless spoken to, and while you are in
my Gymnasium you will then answer only with, 'Yes Coach' or 'No Coach'.  The latter,
by the way, I don't expect to hear very often," he added.  The Center's second non-
negotiable standard shall also be observed one hundred percent.  You will maintain
direct eye contact with your lover or Handler at all times while being attended to. 
No exceptions.  In addition, you will note that there is a variety of apparatus here. 
All of these devices are equipped with video cameras to monitor your progress.  At
least one camera on each device will be pointed at your face while you are engaged in
a training session.  In the event that a Handler is not immediately present while you
are on one of the apparatus, you are expected to look directly into the lens of the
nearest video camera.  No exceptions.  Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?"

Megan was too stunned to answer the man at first.  Eventually though, she found
her breath.  At first, Megan thought about complaining, but quickly reconsidered
when she saw the unyielding expression on The Coach's face.

"Yes, Coach," Megan Richards replied.  She couldn't believe she'd actually said it.

"Rob, you can stay if you like," The Coach said turning to the Handler, feeling he
owed Megan no further explanation.  "Or, if you wish, you may come back later.  I'll
see to it that Caroline get's a proper workout."  

They both turned and looked across the room.  The little brunette stood hugging an
odd looking device.  She pressed her small chest against a pillow-like area at the
upper front of the cylindrical apparatus.  Caroline's narrow hips swayed slowly from
side to side as the youngster gazed into the all seeing lens of a nearby camera.

"She looks happy enough for the moment," Rob agreed with a smile.  "Perhaps I'll go
get caught up on some paperwork.  I'll let Alex know that Miss Richards is with you. 
He said he'd come for her personally when Deke can see her."

"Very well then," The Coach answered.  "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the
'improved' Miss Richards should you choose to bed her this evening."  He gave Rob
one of his rare smiles.  Rob then turned and left the Gymnasium.  

Megan stood for a moment in an appalled silence.  "Who were these evil men and
how on Earth was she ever going to escape their clutches?"

"Miss Richards, I want you to meet Miss Adrian Hartley,"
he nodded toward the younger blond girl who'd been
standing silently waiting during Megan's 'interview'.  The
pretty girl was reluctant to look at Megan.  "Miss Hartley
has been with us for three weeks and is working on vaginal
strength and control."  

The pretty younger blond blushed a deep red.  Megan
actually felt sorry for the younger girl, knowing all to well
what it was like to be discussed so impersonally with
another person.

"Miss Hartley is proving to be a reasonably proficient
lover, considering she had little to no experience before joining our family, but she
has a problem with concentration.  Allow me to demonstrate."  

Megan had a bad feeling about this.

The man moved beside the younger blond then knelt down.  It was only then that
Megan recognized the object attached by a light chain to the barbell weight.  It was
a fairly large clear acrylic phallus.  The contrivance was even anatomically correct
with a broad, oversized head.  The shaft was embossed with heavy veins, and the
blunt end sported a pair of half-testicles.  The eighteen inch chain and weight were
attached by a brass clip to a small metal ring screwed into the base of the phallus.

Holding the phallus by the blunt end, The Coach allowed the chain to lay between his
fingers.  "Miss Hartley, let's show Miss Richards what we've been studying, shall
we."  After three weeks with The Center, the pretty blond fifteen year old obeyed
without comment or delay.  Spreading her feet to shoulder width, she waited.  "Miss
Richards, what we are doing here we call vaginal weight lifting."  He raised the
phallus up between the pretty blond's thighs, its broad head aimed at her sweet
target.  The ten pound weight dangled from the chain below.  "Once Miss Hartley is
what we refer to as 'Fully Involved', meaning she has accepted the appliance as
deeply into her as possible."  While he explained the procedure, The Coach pushed
the clear plastic shaft upward and into the young teenager's vagina.  Megan stared
spellbound as inch after inch of clear plastic disappeared into the hapless girl. 
Megan saw her thighs tremble visibly and her otherwise small flat tummy bulge
outward from the internal pressure.  While his young subject shuddered from his
attentions, The Coach pushed up harder on the blunt end of the large phallus and
went on with his explanation, "Miss Hartley will then attempt to hold onto the
artificial penis using her vaginal muscles.  How does that feel, Miss Hartley?  Are
you fully involved?"

"Y.. Yes Coach," the pretty blond gasped breathlessly.  

"I want you to concentrate, now, Miss Hartley," The Coach said still applying upward
pressure on the device impaling the younger girl.  The pretty blond closed her eyes
for only a second before realizing her mistake.  Quickly she opened them and stared
directly into The Coach's steel grey eyes.  The Coach decided to let her small
transgression pass without reprisal this time since she was helping to prepare
Megan for her own turn at weightlifting.  On any other day, Miss Hartley would
have received an immediate CAP adjustment.  "I want you to center yourself around
your vagina, Miss Hartley."  The pretty blond stared at him obediently, listening
intently to his every word.  "Remember, to have a man's penis inside of you is a
privilege.  To hold it inside of you is your duty."  This was not the last time Megan
would hear this statement.  One day it would become her personal mantra.  "Are you
ready, Miss Hartley?"

"Yes, Coach."

The man removed his hand from the end of the clear plastic appliance leaving the
ten pound weight to try to dislodge the phallus from its supple sheath.  "One
minute, Miss Hartley," he said glancing at his watch.

Megan watched in disbelief while the younger teenager struggled to hold onto the
object lodged deeply inside of her womb.  Abruptly, about two inches of the ten
inch device slipped from inside the girl.  A small moan which subsequently issued
from the distressed girl was rewarded by The Coach placing his hand on the blunt
end of her size nine CAP Device.  Adrian Hartley gave him a look of abject fear.

"Forty-five seconds," The Coach said.  He did not bring any pressure to bear on Miss
Hartley's CAP for the moment.  "Be still and concentrate, Miss Hartley," he warned
instead.  "Center yourself.  Feel the cock, Miss Hartley.  Hold it, honor it, Miss
Hartley."

Megan saw the younger girl begin to tremble all over.  Beads of perspiration popped
out on her cheeks and forehead.

"Thirty seconds," The Coach intoned.   

No sooner than he'd said it, another inch or so of clear acrylic appeared between
the trembling thighs of the unhappy Miss Adrian Hartley.

"I have six older men who are very interested in spending some quality corrective
time with you, Miss Hartley," he threatened.  "Twenty seconds.  Concentrate.  If
you fail, you are going to be a very busy young woman for the next several hours."

The lovely Adrian Hartley opened her mouth in a silent gasp.  It took all of her
concentration to avoid shutting her eyes from the shear exertion, let alone try to
center herself around her lower abdomen like she'd been taught.  She felt another
precious inch of the vaginal weight lifting device slip from her clutches.

"Five seconds," she heard as if from a great distance.  Adrian squeezed for all she
was worth, clamping her strong vaginal muscles tightly around the remainder of the
artificial penis lodged in her depths.  She wanted so badly to succeed.  "Three.."
Adrian stared into his eyes.  "Two.." She wasn't going to make it.  "One.."  She'd
done it.

The steel weight dropped to the floor with a resounding "clang" followed by the
clatter of the clear plastic penis suddenly released from its sweet confines.  The
pretty girl wobbled on her feet.  Adrian was exhausted.  Her tummy cramped
suddenly, causing her to groan softly.  It actually felt good when The Coach cupped
her and started to rub.

"You have done well, Miss Hartley," The Coach complimented the pretty blond girl. 
"I remember not too long ago you couldn't manage two pounds.  You are to be
commended for your diligence."  He slipped his finger into Adrian.  "Squeeze, please,
Miss Hartley."  The youngster complied by quickly flexing her muscles.  "Relax." 
Adrian released her 'hold' on The Coach's probing digit.  "Squeeze again, please. 
Good."  He removed his finger.  "I think you're ready to begin your Control Sessions,
Miss Hartley.  Kindly tell your Handler that I want you to attend my afternoon
session beginning tomorrow."

The younger girl nodded, obediently.

"Are you scheduled for male companionship later today?"  

She nodded again, blushing slightly.  The Coach then removed a small writing pad
from his pocket.  After scribbling some notes on the pad, he tore off the top sheet
and handed it to Adrian Hartley.  

"Please show this note to your next several lovers, Miss Hartley."  

The blond took the note from him.

"These are my instructions to your Handlers and Companions to take you slower
than they normally would."

Adrian looked up at him, the humiliation plainly visible on her pretty face.

"For the next few days I want you to concentrate on maintaining vaginal control
while you are being made love to.  Remember what I've taught you here.  Relax on
the thrust, flex and grip upon withdrawal."

"Yes, Coach," Adrian said mechanically.

"Good.  Now, before you leave, I want Miss Richards to feel what properly
conditioned vaginal muscles can accomplish.  Miss Richards, please insert your middle
finger into Miss Hartley."

"What did you say?" Megan asked in a bewildered tone.  She'd been staring at the
plastic penis lying on the floor between Adrian's feet and trying not to look at the
younger girl.

Without even the slightest change of expression, The Coach swiftly took hold of
the end of Megan's CAP and thrust it upward.  Megan grunted deeply.  Her blue
eyes flew open wide, the shock and pain plainly etched on her face.

"What are the two responses to my questions that we discussed, Miss Richards?"
The Coach growled from just behind Megan's right ear.  He ground the CAP deeper
into her delicate tissues.

"Ohh gddddd!  Nnnnnn.." Megan moaned loudly.

"Incorrect!" The Coach snapped.  He rammed her CAP upward.

"Huuuhhhh!"  Her entire body convulsed.

"We'll try again, Miss Richards," The Coach said in an even tone of voice.  "Put your
finger into Miss Hartley."  He maintained an upward force on Megan's CAP, causing
her to raise up onto her toes.

Megan turned to face her tormentor, giving him a pleading look.  She was instantly
rewarded with another anal thrust.

"Do it now, Miss Richards," he ordered.  "And what do you say?"

Megan looked at him again.  Her lack of understanding was unmistakable.  The Coach
remained silent.  He twisted her CAP slowly.  Megan finally looked toward Adrian
Hartley who'd been standing in complete silence.  When Megan at last was able to
make eye contact with the younger blond girl, Adrian nodded her head as subtly as
possible while moving her eyes toward The Coach.  She was trying to give Megan a
hint.

Megan stood perplexed for a moment then at last understanding dawned on her.

"Miss Richards?" The Coach prompted after a few seconds.

"Y...yes, Coach," the once proud blond said softly at last.

"That's much better, Miss Richards," he said in a patronizing tone of voice.  "Now
please proceed."

Megan was having a very bad time of it.  Never in her wildest nightmares had she
ever seen herself with another woman.  Even her recent experience with Caroline
was nothing in comparison to what this wicked man wanted her to do.  Megan had
never touched a woman intimately in any fashion.  "And now he expects me to put
my finger into this girl's vagina?" her mind screamed in outrage.

"Huuhh!" Megan gasped when The Coach gave her a small anal reminder.

Slowly the blond eighteen year old reached toward Adrian's lower abdomen.  

"Go ahead, please, Miss Richards.  Take Miss Hartley's pussy in your hand," The
Coach instructed when Megan hesitated.  "She won't mind.  Will you, Miss Hartley?"
he said with a smirk. 

"No, Coach." Adrian replied dutifully.  She looked away in embarrassment.

"Look at Miss Richards, please.  She is about to handle you, Miss Hartley.  You know
the rules.  Don't make me call in your friends," he warned ominously.

Adrian shot him a desperate look then raised her eyes to meet Megan's.

Much too vividly Adrian recalled her last encounter with "her friends" as The Coach
was fond of calling them.  Somehow Adrian had managed to catch the eye of a
particular group of Handlers within the first hour of her stay at The Center.  It had
been in the main hallway that they'd first met.  There were six of them and all were
a good bit older than the rest of the Handlers.  Adrian hadn't been told who they
were or why they were interested in her, but in a very short time, she had "gotten
to know" each and every one of them.  As mentioned earlier, Adrian had been quite
inexperienced prior to being enrolled in The Center, but that was short lived.  Her
virginity had remained in tact for all of about two hours following her introduction
to her "friends".  Since then Adrian had entertained the group at least once every
couple of days for the past three weeks.  Unbeknownst to the pretty young blond,
she was being prepared to provide group sexual services to several of her older
brother's friends.  Adrian's Primary theorized that after having regular encounters
with six older men, she would be grateful to provide pleasure to males her own age
and in particular one at a time.  The Center thought of everything.

Adrian shivered when she vividly recalled the sensation of having a male organ inside
each of her openings as well as one in each hand.  Five men at once she'd performed
for while a sixth had handled her breasts.  Even after several weeks of these
engagements, Adrian dreaded the very mention of the vile group of Handlers. 
Adrian Hartley would cooperate.

Megan was another story.   She simply wasn't "that way".  But things had changed
for the egotistical blond.  Before her stood a teenage girl just a few years her
junior waiting to be touched by her.

"Touch Miss Hartley, Miss Richards," The Coach again ordered.  "I want you to feel
what a little training can do for a girl."  He chuckled wickedly.

Megan looked at him then shook her head plaintively.  

The Coach's expression caused Megan to recoil from the man.  "Miss Richards," he
began in a hissing, evil tone of voice.  "If you don't have your middle finger inside of
Miss Hartley by the time I count three, I am going to see to it that you spend some
quality time with Miss Hartley's 'friends'.  I'm sure she won't mind sharing them with
you for a day or two.  You won't be jealous or anything, will you Miss Hartley?" he
asked mockingly.  After an uncomfortable couple of seconds, the pretty fifteen
year old looked down at the floor and shook her head.  "I didn't think so," The Coach
smirked.  "You see, Miss Richards, Miss Hartley's friends really know how to keep a
girl busy."  

Megan stared at him apprehensively.  

"Have you ever been with more than one man at a time, Miss Richards?" The Coach
asked unexpectedly.  He really didn't expect an answer.  "I didn't think so," the man
went on, seeing Megan's incredulous expression.  "That will soon change, Miss
Richards, I can assure you, and if you don't want to begin this very afternoon, I
suggest you obey me.  Put your finger into Miss Hartley this instant.

"But..." Megan pleaded, looking from The Coach to the younger blond then back.  

"One.." The Coach said.

Megan looked around in rising panic, searching for any possibility of escape.  There
were none, of course.

"Two.." The Coach counted.

Megan felt the now familiar feeling of being trapped and out of control.  She looked
at the younger girl who stood waiting to be abused by her.  Adrian's face was an
emotionless mask.  When Megan gave her an apologetic look as she slowly reached
her hand out toward the pretty blond, Adrian gave no sign of acknowledgment.

"Three.." The Coach said as Megan's finger tips made contact with the soft curls of
Adrian Hartley's pussy.  "Good," he then said.  "Now enter her, please, Miss
Richards.  Miss Hartley, spread your legs for Miss Richards, please."  

Adrian Hartley did as she was told as Megan spread her hand out over the younger
woman's pussy.  She was soft and warm.  Then, as the two young ladies' eyes locked,
Megan Richards pressed her middle finger into the tight, moist confines of Adrian
Hartley.  For reasons unknown to her, Megan seemed unable to remove her eyes
from Adrian's.  As she carefully wormed her finger up into the younger girl, Megan
watched entranced by the subtle medley of expressions that played across Adrian's
face.  As per her training, the younger woman attempted to maintain  neutral
deportment during Megan's invasion of her person, but it was obviously difficult for
the pretty blond.  

"Was it forgiveness, or pity, or what that she saw in Adrian's eyes?" Megan
wondered.  "She certainly is warm and wet inside," Megan's mind thought aimlessly.

"Squeeze Miss Richards' finger, please, Miss Hartley," the Coach ordered, disturbing
Megan's musings.  

Megan was indeed shocked by the amount of pressure that the younger blond
obediently exerted on her invading digit.  Megan doubted she could have pressed
further into Adrian had she wanted to, so tight was the younger woman's vaginal
grip.  Subconsciously, Megan was impressed.

"Do you feel the power of her muscles, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked
rhetorically.  "In just a few weeks, you too will have gained such strength and
control, I assure you."

Megan actually thought she saw a look of pride come over Adrian Hartley's face. 
"No way!" she told herself.

"You may remove your finger from Miss Hartley, now Miss Richards, then kindly
step over here."  The Coach pointed to the floor in front of him.  Gladly, Megan
complied, and while she was standing, the Coach stepped to an intercom phone on
the wall nearby.

"Yes, Alex," he spoke into the receiver.  "Yes, she's here.  We're just now getting
started."  He nodded several times.  "I understand, Alex.  Now, as Miss Richards'
Principal, I need your permission to remove her CAP for a period of time."  Again,
several nods as the Coach listened to Megan's Principal's instructions.  "I see," the
Coach said after a period of time.  He looked in Megan's direction.  "So she won't be
seeing him today, you say.  I understand.  Very well, I'll keep her here along with
young Caroline until either you or Rob come for them."  He nodded a few more
times, then said, "OK, Alex.  She'll come around.  Don't worry.  They all do in time." 
He hung up the phone.  "You will not be seeing Deke today, Miss Richards.  That'll
give us more time for practice." 

Megan gave him an apprehensive look, and was about to make the mistake of asking
the Coach what he meant by "practice", when he continued.

"Please stand here in front of me and spread your feet to shoulder width," the
Coach instructed Megan.  Then turning to Adrian he said, "You may stick around and
observe, Miss Hartley, or I can call for some companionship for you if you'd prefer."

"I.. I'll stay," the younger girl said pensively.

"Very well then.  Stand over there and be quiet," the Coach ordered.  Adrian obeyed
instantly.  "I'm waiting, Miss Richards," he then said turning to face Megan.  Slowly
the lovely blond moved closer to the man and stopped in front of him.  She seemed
to have gotten reasonably comfortable with her nudity since she made no attempt
what-so-ever to cover herself.  Taking her by the shoulders, the Coach turned
Megan sideways then ordered her once again to spread her feet apart.  When at
last Megan complied, he moved very close and placed one hand in the small of
Megan's back.  She flinched at his touch.  "Easy, Miss Richards.  You must become
accustomed to being touched."  He placed his other hand flat on Megan's firm,
feminine soft lower abdomen.  Then using his hand on her back to support her, the
Coach began to press and massage Megan's tummy in particular over the area of her
uterus.  "Not bad muscle tone," he commented to himself.  "Definite room for
improvement, but we have a good foundation to build upon in you, Miss Richards. 
Now let's check you out inside."

Before Megan could even think to object or resist, the Coach reached down and
deftly removed her CAP device, causing her to shudder visibly.  

"Only a size six," the Coach muttered again to himself as he set the appliance onto a
nearby lab table.  "We'll have to see about that," he said.

Megan noted absent mindedly how empty she felt for a change when totally
unexpectedly, the Coach moved his hand from Megan's tummy down to cup her
pussy.  Megan inhaled quickly at his touch then groaned audibly when simultaneously
the Coach entered both of her passages with the middle fingers of his hands.  With
practiced ease he slid his fingers deeply into the trembling blond, twisting and
pulling upward and outward as he went, stretching Megan until she felt as if she'd
tear in two down there.  Megan's knees felt rubbery, and she surely would have
fallen had not the Coach been supporting practically her entire weight in his cradling
hands.  Megan endured his probing explorations until she thought she'd scream from
humiliation and rage.  She was just on the verge of making an absolutely huge
mistake when the Coach clucked his tongue and said, "Very disappointing, Miss
Richards."

Megan looked down at him in disbelief.  

"A woman your age should have far better internal muscle tone if you are to provide
adequate stimulation to your male companions."  Megan now stared down in wide
eyed loathing as the man continued to examine her internally while commenting
shamelessly.  "After all, this is why you are female.  How you manage your available
orifices and internal musculature is of paramount importance to a young female.  To
put it bluntly, Miss Richards.  You need a lot of work."

Megan was struck dumb with shocked astonishment.

"Squeeze, please, Miss Richards.  Both passages if you will," the Coach ordered.

"Wh.. What?" Megan stammered.

"Squeeze my fingers, Miss Richards."  When Megan continued to look totally
confused, the Coach explained helpfully, "I want you to use your internal muscles to
squeeze down on my fingers both in your vagina and in your anal passage, just like
you felt Miss Hartley do, Miss Richards."

Reminded of the younger blond, Megan looked in the girl's direction.  She was very
disturbed to see a slight smirk on her face.  "How could another person in the exact
same situation not feel some sympathy?" Megan wondered as she endured the
humiliating manual attentions of her newest instructor.

Megan groaned as the Coach began to alternately delve into first her anal passage
then her vagina.  "Squeeze my fingers, Miss Richards," the Coach again enjoined.  "I
want you to attempt to keep me from pushing my fingers farther inside of you. 
Squeeze, Miss Richards.  Squeeze as hard as you can."

Megan finally gave in and bore down.  This was not something she normally did, so
her muscle control was less than perfect to say the least.  She felt dirty and
horrible as she was forced to endure the utterly humiliating and degrading
attentions of the one called Coach.

"Miss Richards, I am indeed disappointed," he chided.  "See how easily I can enter
you."

"Hmmpphh," Megan huffed, her tummy bulging outward as the Coach pushed both
fingers deeply into her interior.  

"Silence!" the Coach commanded.  "I don't expect to hear another sound from you,
Miss Richards, unless I ask you a direct question.  Now bear down please.  Use the
same muscles you use when you perform a bowel movement."  He extracted his
fingers so that only the tips remained inside Megan's openings.  "Now, squeeze!" he
practically shouted, startling the young blond.  "Harder!" he added when he felt
Megan's weak attempt at compliance.  Megan rose up on her tiptoes with a gasp of
surprise when the Coach again entered her virtually unopposed.  This time, he
continued to delve deeply into Megan's farthest reaches for several minutes,
probing and pulling and stretching.  Megan was mortified, although, unconsciously,
due to the influence of Thelazine, her body began to react to the Coach's touch.

"It's no use," he said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice.  He removed
his fingers from inside of Megan and stood before her.  Then staring directly into
her eyes, he lectured the stunned young woman.  "You are totally out of shape, Miss
Richards.  We will need to start at the beginning with you and continue with an
intensive training discipline until such a time as you are fit enough to provide proper
companionship to our staff and volunteers.  Right now I would have to classify you
as being well below average in sexual ability.  It is no wonder you were enrolled at
the Center.  If you were my woman, I would do nothing less.  

Megan was speechless with rage and consternation which was a very good thing. 
Had she spoken out at that particular moment, it would not have gone well for her. 
While Megan stood naked, pondering her misfortune the Coach retrieved the vaginal
weight lifting tackle from where Adrian had dropped it earlier.  Megan instinctively
closed her knees tightly together when the Coach knelt beside her.  A look of
unveiled apprehension graced her otherwise handsome face.

"Spread you r legs, Miss Richards, and we'll begin," the Coach instructed in a casual
tone.  Then he turned to Adrian who'd been watching from nearby and said, "You
may assist me, Miss Hartley, if you don't mind."  While Adrian approached, the Coach
busied himself by removing the weight from the phallus device.  "I don't think we'll
be needing any weight just yet," the Coach commented, placing the iron disk on the
floor near Megan's feet.  Then, while Megan listened in disbelief, the Coach
instructed Adrian to step closer.  "You will be in charge of maintaining anal presence
for Miss Richards during this afternoon's workout, Miss Hartley.  Please begin now,"
he said curtly.  Before Megan knew what was happening, the younger blond
obligingly squatted behind her and quickly pushed a finger into Megan's rear end.

"Ow!" Megan whimpered when the younger girl's finger nail jabbed at her tender
interior tissues.

"Silence, Miss Richards!  This is your final warning!" the Coach threatened.  "If you
think Miss Hartley's manual attention to your nether region causes discomfort, then
you won't want to cause me to caution you again."  

Megan did not like the sound of his warning what-so-ever.  She struggled to maintain
silence while the younger girl wormed her finger deeper inside.  Meanwhile, the
Coach spread a small amount of K/Y Jelly over the smooth acrylic surface of the
artificial penis in preparation for insertion.

"Spread your legs, Miss Richards.  Feet at shoulder width and look down at me, if
you please."  He knelt beside the unfortunate teenager.  "I am going to place the
weight bearing device inside of your vagina now," he explained as he touched the tip
of the big clear plastic penis to Megan's inner thigh nearest to him and slowly moved
it upward toward its eventual home.  Megan shivered.  Instinctively she tensed her
muscles.

"She's tensing, Coach," Adrian reported from behind.

"Please, relax your muscles, Miss Richards," the Coach instructed, touching the tip
of his device to Megan's outer lips.  "Once you are fully involved, then you may begin
your gripping exercises."  He pushed upward on the phallus.

As the somewhat blunted head of the acrylic penis pushed into her vaginal opening,
Megan found herself unconsciously thinking of Emilio.

"Look at me, please, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered from his kneeling position
beside her.  "You must always maintain eye contact with your handler, especially
while being entered.  This is a non-negotiable rule here at the Center."

Megan struggled hard to maintain some semblance of composure as she was forced
to look into the eyes of her tormentor.  The weight bearing device was quite a bit
larger than Megan had first suspected.  Its length was indeed formidable at
eighteen inches or so, but presently it was the girth of the object that gave Megan
some concern.  At almost two inches in diameter, this was by far the largest item
that Megan had ever accepted into her vaginal canal, Emilio inclusive.  Megan's knees
began to tremble as the Coach applied more pressure onward and upward.

"She's clenching again," Adrian Hartley tattled from behind.

Halting his progress, the Coach began to lecture Megan, "You must relax your
muscles, Miss Richards.  I realize that it's a reflex action for a female to clamp
down upon entry, but this is totally contrary to the Center's disciplines for proper
passage control.  We believe quite strongly that a young lady must learn to relax in
order to better facilitate entry.  Once fully involved or at such a time as her mate
chooses to withdraw, then and only then should she bear down and grip him or her. 
Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked.

Megan was beside herself.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing from a man
who was raping her with plastic penis and with the apparently willing assistance of
another captive like herself.  Megan was too bewildered and appalled to answer. 
Almost as if by rote, she nodded.  A very good sign, and of course, the Coach didn't
miss it.

"Good.  Then kindly relax your vaginal muscles and let me know when you are fully
involved."  He pushed upward once again.

Megan instinctively shifted her hips as seven inches of hard, clear acrylic
disappeared into her permissive interior.  Her tummy bulged outward and her
nostrils flared when after another inch and a half of incursion, the broad head of
the device pressed against her deep tissues.

The Coach, who had been watching Megan's facial expressions intently noted the
slight widening of her eyes and expression of concern indicative of full involvement. 
He pushed upward a bit harder, gaining nearly another inch.  Megan groaned.

"Silence unless spoken to!" the Coach spat.  Then after a brief pause he said, "Now
look at me and tell me that you are fully involved, Miss Richards."

Megan was extremely uncomfortable.  Her belly ached horribly from the continued
upward pressure the Coach exerted on the impaling device.  In addition she felt
Adrian Hartley move her finger in her rear end, almost as if she were teasing her. 
Megan was thoroughly humiliated.

"Did you hear what I said, Miss Richards?" the Coach asked impatiently.  

Megan looked down at him with unbridled hatred in her eyes.  She refused to
answer.

"I'm waiting, Miss Richards.  Are you fully involved at this time or shall I try another
few inches."  He pushed upward a bit harder.

"Uuughhh!  N... noo.  Stop, please!  Mmuughh!" Megan grunted painfully.

"I'll stop when you do as you're told, Miss Richards," the Coach explained.  He
maintained upward forced on the appliance lodged inside of Megan.  "Tell me.  Are
you or are you not fully involved at this time."

Megan gasped once again from the pressure and pain she felt in her lower abdomen. 
She knew she would have to answer or the wicked man would inflict further pain
upon her.  At last she gave in to his wishes, much to her continued consternation. 
"Yes," Megan said breathlessly.

"Yes, what?" the Coach countered

Megan gave him a look that could smelt iron.

"Yes, what, Miss Richards?" the man giving no heed to her expression of loathing. 
He pushed up on the vaginal appliance.  Megan groaned and rose up on her tiptoes. 
She stared up at the ceiling in utter dismay.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered instantly.  "I'll ask you one more
time.  Then there will be correction.  Are you or are you not fully involved?"

"I.. Uugghh," Megan huffed.  "I.. Yes.. I..  Ohhh!  Y.. Yes, I.. I'm fully involved."  She
was shattered.  The pressure between her thighs eased ever so slightly.  Megan felt
dirty and spineless.  "How could she let these horrible people have their way with
her with so little opposition on her part?" she berated herself.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach snapped.  "You shall maintain eye contact or
face the consequences!" we warned.  The Coach was not known to be a lenient man,
and he was definitely losing patience with this one.  He pulled on the appliance
gently.  He felt no resistance what so ever.  The girl's vagina muscles were
completely out of condition.  "Probably atrophied from lack of use," he surmised. 
He pushed the weight lifting phallus up into Megan once more.

"Ugghh!" she grunted softly.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted.

"For God's sake," Megan cried in response, forgetting her situation.  "You people are
all nuts!" she said glaring down at the man kneeling beside her.  "And that includes
you," Megan spat, turning to shoot and icy look at Adrian.  "You guys rape a person
repeatedly and then expect her to thank you for doing it!  You're all sick!"  Megan
shrieked.  She trembled with the rage she'd held pent up for hours and hours. 

The Coach was ominously silent.  Adrian Hartley winced when Megan finished her
tirade, certain that reprisal would be swift and severe.  For several long minutes the
Coach knelt calmly by, holding the be-testicled end of the device with which Megan
was currently involved.  He snapped a cautionary glance at Adrian, warning the
younger girl without words to keep silent and to carry on with her appointed
function.  Adrian returned his hard stare bravely, but soon was forced to look away. 
She could see the viciousness seething just beneath the surface on the face of the
Handler/Instructor.  

Adrian was utterly shocked when moments later the Coach said in a calm and even
tone of voice, "Miss Richards, I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I will try to
explain the way things are and shall be for you in the foreseeable future."  He held
the phallic device firmly, pressing upward slightly.  

A dull ache spread slowly through Megan's tummy, but it was not too terribly
uncomfortable for the moment.  Something about the wholly unemotional inflection
in his voice caused Megan to squelch her indignant wrath, and give the Coach her
undivided attention. in spite of her current predicament, held captive against her
will, subjected to untold humiliations and dehumanizing acts, suffering before a man
who even now raped her where she stood, while a younger woman touched her where
no one had ever touched her before, man or woman. 

"For centuries, Miss Richards," the Coach began.  "Females have held the male of
the human species hostage."  He gazed up at Megan.  "Women are taught by their
mothers from an early age to believe that they can cause any man to do whatever
they wish just to get a chance to even look at what she has between her legs. 
Young women come to believe that males will do absolutely anything in order to be
granted even a chance at that one fleeting moment.  You believe, Miss Richards, as
does Miss Hartley, as do most young women who come to us, that you can get
anything you want from any man if you even hint that he might get a chance at this
warm, wet organ between your thighs.  Isn't that right?"  He pushed harder on the
weight trainer.

Megan groaned barely audibly, but held her tongue.

"You may answer me, Miss Richards," the Coach prompted.  "You think your vagina
gives you limitless power over men.  Don't you?"

After a moment of silence, Megan nodded curtly.  The man was right.  That was
what she truly believed.  And thus far in her life, it had been fact.  Megan had never
had any problems getting guys to do whatever she asked.  She smirked to herself,
remembering some of the times she'd used her body or even the hint of a chance
with her to get what she wanted from some witless buffoon.  Megan smiled
inwardly, so pleased with herself, recalling several instances when she'd later denied
them the "privilege".  How crushed they'd been, how wonderfully devastated.  "It's
such fun," Megan thought.

"Many women use their bodies to beguile and to lure only to later retract that which
she proffers, leaving her victim hanging unfulfilled," the Coach continued.  He knew
from experience that Megan was a temptress and a tease.  He'd worked with too
many young women just like her.  The look on Megan's face at that very instant was
enough to confirm his suspicions.  The Coach returned the haughty blond's look of
surprise with a knowing smile.  "You are one of those treacherous females.  Are you
not, Miss Richards?"

Megan looked away, refusing to answer.

"No need to reply, this time, Miss Richards.  I know your type.  I've handled
countless bitches such as yourself, and to a one, they have all come away reformed
young ladies."

Megan gave him her best most venomous look.  It bounced off like bullets off
Kevlar.

"By the time you leave my tutelage and this esteemed institution, my dear girl, you
too will be a changed young woman.  One who knows her proper place.  One who will
serve a partner rather than seduce and deceive."

Megan stood in astonished silence, listening to the fiendish man's rattlings on.

"When we are finished with you, Miss Richards, you will know how to use that which
God has granted you between your legs to give pleasure when desired, and never
pain nor anguish," the Coach lectured.  "And to that very end, Miss Megan Emily
Richards, we shall begin work right away.  Furthermore, I shall tolerate no further
outbursts or resistance of any kind.  You have just now received more information
than most Guests ever receive.  You may do with information as you see fit, but you
will behave, and you will comply with my wishes, or you will be corrected at once." 
Without the slightest pause, the Coach looked at Adrian and said, "Miss Hartley,
without removing your finger from Miss Richards, kindly reach over and hand me her
CAP device.  I was going to try her first exercises without it, but I fear she needs
the added motivation.  If that proves insufficient, we will introduce Miss Richards
to other forms of anal inspiration."

Megan came very close to objecting, or at least pleading with the Coach about the
horrible rectal device, but thought better of the idea.  She did not like the sound of
"other forms of anal inspiration".

Adrian handed the anal bomblette to the Coach who, without a word of warning,
nodded to Miss Hartley that she should remover her finger.  Immediately
thereafter, he introduced the already lubricated device slowly into Megan's rear
end.  While he pushed the CAP into Megan's rectal passage, he simultaneously
slipped the weight trainer out of her vagina.  

To Megan it felt like she was being deflated and inflated internally at the same
time.  The sensation, although not actually painful, was exceedingly uncomfortable
and utterly foreign to Megan.  She stoically suppressed a groan.

When at last Megan's anal sphincter snapped into place around the narrowed neck
of her CAP, the Coach said casually, "There, now perhaps you will be better able to
focus, Miss Richards."  Turning to Adrian, he then said, "You are excused, Miss
Hartley.  I will see you in Vaginal Control Class later on."

"Yes Coach," Adrian said then quickly left the gym.

"Now then, we can get started with you, Miss Richards.  As I explain to all of my
charges, a mantra that I expect for you to adopt as your own is as follows, 'To have
a man's penis inside of me is a privilege.  To hold him inside of me is my duty'.  Repeat
that for me please, Miss Richards."

Megan glared at him in disbelief.

"Go ahead, Miss Richards.  Repeat after me.  To have a man's penis inside of me..."

Megan struggled with her self-will and her fear.  At last she uttered almost
inaudibly, "To have a man's penis...."

"Good.  Very good," the Coach said.  "Now... To hold him inside of me is my duty. 
Now you, Miss Richards," he smile benevolently.

"To hold him inside of me...."  Megan paused.  She trembled.  She thought for and
instant that she would break down into a sobbing heap but refused to give the
horrible creature before her the pleasure.  "Is my duty," she said flatly, chin up
eyes straight ahead.  Megan vowed that no matter what they did to her she would
not let them break her.

"Again," the Coach said from his kneeling position beside her right hip.  Megan
looked down at him questioningly.  "Repeat your mantra, Miss Richards," he ordered.  

Megan fumed, but taking a deep breath she recited, "To have a man's penis inside of
me is a privilege.  To... huhhhhh!" Megan gasped when the Coach unexpectedly
shoved the weight trainer up into her with a decisive thrust.  Megan suddenly found
herself thoroughly filled in both of her lower openings.  This was an entirely new
experience for her, and one she did not altogether fancy.

While maintaining a steady upward force against the vaginal weight training device
the Coach asked casually, "Are you fully involved, Miss Richards?"

Megan found it difficult to speak at first or even to breathe.  At last she was able
to croak out, "Yes, Coach."  Nothing else seemed to come to mind at the moment, no
wry witticism, no derisive remark.  The Coach had Megan's attention at last.

"Bend your knees, please, Miss Richards and squat down slightly.  Spread your legs
more as well, please.  Have you ever seen a Sumo wrestling match on television?"

Megan looked at him in bewilderment.

"You know, the fat Japanese guys who squat and stomp.  I want you to squat just
like that.  Spread your knees more.  That's better."

Much to Megan's astonishment, she found herself obeying the man almost
mechanically.  As she squatted, the Coach held the weight training appliance up
inside of her using the palm of his hand to apply constant pressure.

Megan was becoming quite uncomfortable.  The tops of her thighs began to burn
almost immediately.  She hoped she wouldn't have to hold this position for too long.

"Now, Miss Richards," the Coach said.  "In a moment I am going to take my hand
away, and I expect for you to hold the trainer using only your vaginal muscles.  To
start off, I'll not be applying any additional weight to the device.  You should be
able to accomplish the task of containing just the phallus itself.  I doubt it weighs
even a pound.  Although given your age and your obvious lack of experience and
discipline, we can't know for certain until we try, right."  He smiled up at the
indignant young woman.  Then pushing upward briefly, the Coach asked, "Are you
ready?"

Megan was both angry at his unflattering mention of her age and sexual prowess,
and at the same time, worried that he might be correct.  She nodded.

"I beg your pardon?" the Coach instantly countered.

"Y... yes Coach," Megan said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice.

"Very well, then.  We'll try for one full minute.  Ready... Go!"  The Coach let go of
the clear acrylic penis.  With a clatter, it fell to the floor, sliding from Megan with
little hindrance.  The Coach gave Megan a look that enraged her even more.  "Let's
try that again, shall we.  And this time, concentrate, Miss Richards."  He retrieved
the device then effortlessly returned it to Megan's depths, causing her tummy to
bulge outward momentarily.  Looking up at the disrespectful blond, he said, "Before
I release this time, I want you to first repeat the second part of your mantra."

Megan glared at him but eventually complied.  "To hold him inside of me is my duty,"
she muttered dryly.

"Good, now I want you to squeeze for me.  Bear down on the penis inside of you. 
Focus on it, Miss Richards.  Honor the penis.  To hold him inside is your duty."

Megan flexed relatively unused muscles.

"No, no, no!" the Coach said straightaway.  "I didn't ask you to give birth to the
damn thing, Miss Richards.  Like most women, you are trying to push 'him' out. 
Embrace, coddle, contain.  Clutch.  Don't push."

"But..." Megan began.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted.  Like lightning he reached up with his free hand and
slapped the butt of Megan's CAP, causing her to grunt in a mixture of pain and
surprise.  The Coach's forgiving streak had apparently expired.

"Again," the Coach snapped.  "Repeat your mantra, then squeeze."

Megan recited the mantra without hesitation rather than risk further tampering
with the appliance in her rear, then she squeezed.

"Better," she heard the Coach mutter.  Looking down Megan noticed the man had
removed his hand entirely from the vaginal instrument.  And rather than have it slip
instantly from inside of her, Megan found she was able to "hold" it in place.  Before
she could get a really good gloat going, however, the Coach had her repeat her
mantra then said, "Now squat down more, please."  

Megan did as she was told., her thighs complaining bitterly.

"We'll begin with two pounds then gradually increase the weight," the Coach said as
he snapped a small iron disk to the ring on the bottom of the weight trainer.  Its
associated lanyard was long enough to allow the weight to remain lying on the gym
floor provided Megan maintained her squatting position.  "When I say, I want you to
rise upward slowly, please.  Your task is to lift the weight off the floor using
pressure applied to the weight trainer with your vaginal muscles," the Coach
explained to Megan.  "Begin," he said and glanced at his wrist watch.

It was somewhat of a relief to Megan to straighten her legs from the deep
crouching position she'd been required to assume.  It was such a relief that she
forgot to squeeze.  The weight trainer was promptly dragged from inside of her and
again clattered to the floor between her feet.

"Stand up, Miss Richards," the Coach commanded in none to cheery a tone.  Megan
gave him a sheepish look.  "You are obviously not concentrating."

"But..."

"Silence, Miss Richards.  I have not asked for your opinion!"  The coach assumed a
position directly in from of the young blond.  He was so close their noses almost
touched.  Megan could feel his breath on lips.  He was silent for a moment, then he
continued.  "Perhaps I was wrong in trying to explain our program to you, Miss
Richards.  I was in error expecting to be able to reason with you.  Perhaps you
would respond better to more direct encouragement."  While Megan stood with her
mouth ajar, righteously indignant, the Coach stepped to the intercom unit.  He
muttered something unintelligible to Megan then turned and ordered her to move to
the wrestling style mat nearby.  "Service Position One," the Coach ordered once
Megan was standing on the rubber mat.  When Megan only look at him questioningly,
he barked, "On your hands and knees, Miss Richards.  Now!"

Just then, the gymnasium door opened and a white coverall clad Handler entered. 
He was big like most, and not exceptionally good looking Megan noted as he walked
quickly in her direction.  Events then moved at an alarmingly rapid pace.  The two
men never said a word to each other.  The new Handler merely nodded toward the
Coach in acknowledgment as he stepped onto the mat with Megan.  Megan was about
to turn on the "helpless little girl" act when she was abruptly thrown to the floor by
the powerful man.

"You bastard, you're hurting me!" Megan managed to cry out when the Handler took
her by the scruff of the neck and pressed her face to the mat, forcing her down
flat on her belly.  Fear took hold of her when out of the corner of her eye, she saw
the Coach drag a folding chair nearer the action and take a seat to watch.

"Take her," he instructed unemotionally.  "Both openings.  No orgasms.  Name is
Richards."  He smile at Megan's expression of fear and shock.

"Nooooo!" Megan moaned and tried to struggle.

She was no match, however, for the powerful Handler who now straddled the backs
of her thighs.  He held Megan pinned face down to the mat effortlessly with one big
hand between her shoulder blades while with his free hand he unfastened his
coveralls readying himself for the business at hand.

"Miss Richards, I'd like for you to meet Ken," the Coach said almost casually.  "Ken is
going to help you with your concentration and focus.  I urge you to follow his
instructions, and while you're at it, try to remember what little you've learned thus
far.  It will go far better for the both of you if you do."

"No, please!" Megan said breathlessly.  Panic was beginning to clutch at her gut with
icy fingers.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" the man atop her said.  His voice was coarse and rasping,
probably from years of cigarette smoking.  He took hold of the butt end of Megan's
CAP and pushed it savagely into her tender backside.  

"Ugghh, God, nooo!  Huhhhh!"  Megan gasped in response.  The man was a brute.

"Silence!" the man named Ken growled and get up on your hands and knees.  Service
Position One, Miss Richards.  Now!" he shouted from just behind Megan's right ear. 
He then grabbed a handful of  her thick, blond hair and pulled her head back with a
vicious yank.  At the same time he slid back off the backs of Megan's thighs, seized
the inside of her left hip and drug the hapless young woman up to a kneeling
position.  

Before Megan could even think about fighting back, the man released his hold on her
hip, clutched his fairly sizeable cock and plunged it into Megan's vagina like a lance
into vanilla pudding.  Megan arched instinctively as her newest lover traveled into
her, virtually unopposed.  Pulling back on her hair, Ken coaxed Megan into an even
more pronounced arch allowing him full and unfettered penetration.

Megan was too astonished to really put up much
of a showing of resistance.  As the man began
to get up a rhythm, Megan found herself
wondering just how many times she'd been raped
that day.  Was is five or six times?  She'd lost
count.  Megan endured quietly even though this
was her first time in what she'd always heard
referred to as "Doggie Style".  

Megan had never been one to experiment with
sex much.  She'd always treated it as a bargaining chip, a necessary step toward
realizing a particular goal.  She'd talked to female friends of hers, though, who'd
implied that being taken from behind was the best way, but Megan found the
thought humiliating and degrading.  Now she found herself grunting softly and
rhythmically as the head of her lover's penis punched at her insides, his thighs
slapping against her firm buttocks.

"How does she feel?" Megan heard the Coach ask Ken.

"Sloppy," Ken replied matter-of-factly.  "I can see why she's here.  She needs a lot
of work."

Megan was mortified.  Here she was being raped by a man who at the same time felt
it perfectly acceptable to discuss her sexual prowess or lack thereof with another
while he made love to her.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," the Coach ordered.

Megan looked up at him while Ken continued his work.

"Repeat your mantra," the Coach said flatly.

"M..my wha...?" Megan gasped.  As much as she would later hate to admit, Ken's
attentions were beginning to get through.  The Thelazine, of course, helped a good
deal by enhancing the signals sent from Megan's pleasure centers to her rather
beleaguered mind.

"Your mantra, Miss Richards," the Coach repeated.  Then looking at Ken with an
exasperated expression on his face he said, "How quickly they forget."

"Do it, Miss Richards.  Obey the Coach!" Ken commanded from behind as he abruptly
snapped his hips forward, stabbing himself violently into Megan.

"Ugghh," Megan responded to the input.  Then slowly while Ken continued to
administer to her, Megan began in a broken huffing little voice, "To have a man's
penis inside of me is a privilege.  Ahhh... Ohhhh!  To hold him inside of me is my
d..duty!"

"Good," the Coach said leaning closer to Megan.  His face was only inches from hers. 
Megan was devastated.  She was being fucked from behind by one man while
another sat nearby and tutored her.  "I want you to practice what we've learned. 
Squeeze Ken.  Hold onto him when he withdraws.  It is your duty, Miss Richards. 
Remember that always."  He was about to lean back in his seat when a thought
struck him.  Rising slightly, the Coach bent over Megan and reached for her CAP. 
"Don't let me disturb you two love birds," he chuckled as he pulled the appliance
from Megan's rear end.  Megan didn't see him nod to Ken, but practically without
breaking stride, the man withdrew his penis from her vagina then sunk it into her
once virgin anal passage.

Megan opened her mouth wide in shock, but only sound to come from the blond was
a long, gushing exhalation.  Her staring blue eyes suddenly met with those of the
Coach who sat smiling benevolently and knowingly from his seat before her.  "First
time in there, Miss Richards?" he asked with a light hearted chortle.  Then he looked
up at his associate and commented, "I think you finally have her undivided attention,
Kenneth.  Now, Miss Richards, I want you to concentrate on
Ken's cock.  Feel it as he pushes into  previously unvisited
areas of your anatomy.  I want you to focus upon the fact
also that he is taking you against your will, and that you are
helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he pleases. 
How does that make you feel, Miss Richards.  Somewhat
out of control of your destiny, perhaps?"  The coach
chuckled wickedly.

Megan was speechless.  The pressure and pain that spread
through her entire lower abdomen was intense.  Ken was not
yet fully involved with her and already it was more than she
thought she could bear.  Megan had never experienced
anything even remotely as belittling and degrading as this.  She was insulted and
abased to the very depths of her soul.  Ken worked his cock deeper into her.  Megan
writhed before him.  She dropped to her elbows in an attempt to lessen the pain. 
She was instantly pulled back to her hands and knees by her hair.  

"Service Position One," her lover prompted.

"Service Position One, Miss Richards," the Coach echoed.  "Hands and knees, back
arched, head up, shoulders forward.  Look at me, Miss Richards.  Look at me while
Kenneth fucks your tight little ass."

Megan grunted miserably while Ken had his way with her.  The horrible Coach sat
with his face inches from her own, gazing into her eyes, forcing her to maintain eye
contact with him while she was sodomized.  After a few minutes, he then ordered
Ken to "alternate passages".  Soon Megan found herself being administered to in
first one opening, then the other.  Kenneth was very adept, and was able to switch
from Megan's vagina to her rectum practically without breaking stride, three
strokes here, four strokes there, and so
on.

After almost thirty minutes of
continuous attention, Kenneth managed
to bring the head strong blond very
close to climax.  And thanks to the
effects of Thelazine, Megan's anatomy
responded favorably to Ken's diligence. 
Instinctively, Megan's vaginal tissues
swelled around his pistoning member in
preparation to accept his seed.  With the Coach's ever present prompting, Megan
concentrated on her vaginal and anal control, more so than the fact she was being
taken against her will.  Her will,

by the way, was rapidly fading. 

The Coach saw it first in

Megan's facial expression. 

That "inward stare" as he

referred to it, when a female

at last becomes totally

wrapped around her lover, both

mentally and physically.  Ken

soon felt it in Megan's internal

musculature as well as the

beginnings of orgasmic contractions rippled through the young woman's vaginal
passage.  Megan's breathing had assumed the same cadence as her lover's thrusts as
she huffed softly in time with Ken.  Her face, neck and shoulders were flushed a
rosy pink.  Megan Richards was very, very close.  Then just as her eyes began to
glaze slightly, the Coach order Ken out of her.  

Megan would have fallen on her face when Ken exited her had he not held her up by
her hips.  Before she knew what was happening, her CAP was deftly reinserted by
the Coach, and she was pulled to her feet.  Megan's legs were so rubbery that she
immediately fell to one knee.  

"I see Kenneth agrees with you, Miss Richards," the Coach chuckled as he pulled
Megan to her feet.  "Perhaps now we can expect better cooperation?"  Megan shot
him a look.  "Oh, I see," the Coach said.  "Well, just remember.  There are plenty of
volunteers willing to assist.  If needs be, we can see to it that you are attended to
twenty-four hours a day.  How does that sound to you?"

Megan thought better about responding and remained silent.  Soon thereafter she
was told to spread her feet and the vaginal weight lifting appliance was reinserted. 
By late that afternoon, Megan had managed to "hold" four pounds for one full
minute.  It wasn't an easy process, however.  No less than three volunteers had
been called in to assist Megan with her concentration and focus.  One Handler had
actually been called upon by the Coach to take Megan anally in a standing position
while she attempted to maintain a "grip" on the weight apparatus.  All in all, it was an
entirely demeaning experience for Megan, and one she would not soon forget.

At precisely five o'clock, Alex showed up in the gymnasium to fetch his charges.  He
stood watching while the Coach put Megan through her paces one last time.

"Four minutes," Alex said approvingly when at last the iron disk clattered to the
floor between Megan's ankles.  "I am indeed impressed, Coach."

"She's taken a good bit of coaxing and a lot of man hours this afternoon, Alex, but I
think in the long run she'll be worth the effort," the Coach said proudly.  He stepped
in front of Megan and cupped her pussy.  Megan looked away in embarrassment. 
"Look at me, young lady," the Coach warned.  He rubbed her firmly.  Megan
hesitantly raised her eyes to his.  The Coach went on, "She has a good utilitarian
body with reasonably good internal musculature."  He dropped his hand then turned
Megan by her shoulders so she faced Alex.  "Her anal numbers are good, I
understand," the Coach continued.  "It's her vaginal muscles that still need toning
up."  He then reached up from under Megan's arms and cupped her breasts.  "Good
mammary structure, and firm breast tissue for one her age," he said as he gripped
Megan painfully hard.  Megan groaned and looked down at the Coach's hands on her
breasts.  "Eyes on Alex, Miss Richards, and keep still, please."  Megan reluctantly
obeyed.  "Her attitude is far from satisfactory as you can see.  I think you'll agree
that this one will be with us for quite some time."

Alex nodded.  "I agree, one hundred percent, Coach, and again I commend you on
your progress with her thus far.  Where's Caroline?" he then asked.  "I've got to get
a move on.  I have a late night admission this evening.  It's a busy time for us what
with the women's equality movement and all."  The two professionals exchanged
knowing smiles.

"Last I saw her, she was heading for the showers with Jerry," the Coach said.  He
removed his hands from Megan and turned her to face him.  "You've done reasonably
well today, Miss Richards.  I'll expect improvement tomorrow."  He then turned and
walked away to the other side of the big facility to assist with another young lady's
training, leaving Megan stunned and speechless.

After retrieving Caroline from her activities in the bath with her companion, Jerry,
Alex led Megan and the young brunette out of the gym.  Once in the hallway, he
told Caroline that Megan was now her responsibility until bed time.  "I think a
shower and supper might be in order," he added.

Caroline nodded dutifully with a smile.  Then taking Megan by the hand, she led the
numbed teenager away.  Megan was publically bathed and then later enjoyed a
"cafeteria style" dinner the last course of which naturally consisted of fresh semen
provided by a  volunteer Handler.

When at last it came time for bed, Megan was given yet another surprise.  As busy
as he was, Alex somehow found time to look in on her at bedtime.

Good evening, Miss Richards," Alex said politely.  "I trust you enjoyed your meal." 
He smiled knowingly.  Megan sat on the edge of the big king sized bed and glared at
the man.  "Where is Caroline?" Alex asked.

"Here I am," the sweet child's voice echoed from the hallway.  From behind Alex the
young brunette padded into the bed chamber then jumped up onto the bed next to
Megan.  

Trying not to be too terribly obvious, Megan slid away from the warped little girl.

Alex hadn't missed a thing, however, and his expression reflected his displeasure. 
"I realize that it's your first day, Miss Richards, but I do hope that you will make an
effort to join our little family over the next few weeks.  As you have no doubt seen
in your brief time with us, it is quite difficult to remain alone here."

Megan said nothing.  She knew better than to argue or complain. So she chose to
say nothing at all.

Although such behavior could be considered blatant.  Alex decided to let it go for
today.  Turning to Caroline he asked warmly, "Who is your partner tonight,
sweetheart?"

"I think, Todd wanted to be with me tonight," the little girl answered with complete
candor.  She smiled sweetly.

"Good," Alex said in return.  "Todd is a good man and an excellent Handler.  I know
you will take good care of him, Caroline."

Caroline beamed.

"And you, Miss Richards?  Who do we have scheduled to be with you this evening?"

Megan who'd been listening to Alex's conversation with Caroline couldn't believe
what she was hearing.  "I beg your pardon," Megan responded.

"Didn't you check the bulletin board, Miss Richards?" he asked.  When Megan
responded with a blank look, Alex finally understood.  "I see," he said.  "I guess no
one has pointed out our Partner Board to you."  Without waiting for a response
from Megan, Alex explained.  "At the end of the hall near the bathrooms, we have a
bulletin board.  All of our Guests are required to check this board daily.  On this
board you will find your schedule of classes and sessions for each day.  Personal
notes will also be left posted there for you.  In addition, your nightly Partner
assignment will be posted there.  A responsible Guest will check the board several
times a day.  At a minimum you will need to know who is to be your Partner for the
night and what his or her special needs are.  Am I making myself clear, Miss
Richards?"

Megan remained silent for a short time then asked, "By 'Partner', do you mean what
I think you mean?"  

"I thought we went over all of that earlier, Miss Richards," Alex said, not
attempting to conceal his impatience.  "As a Guest of the Center, you are assigned a
more or less permanent Principal and Companion," Alex explained.  "I am your
Principal or Principal Handler at this time, although that may change as I am very
busy with new enrollees.  Caroline is your Companion."  Alex smiled at the little
brunette then continued.  "Each night our Guests are assigned a Partner for the
evening.  Our assigned Partners are, as a rule, also certified Handlers, but not
always.  A lot depends upon what we feel a Guest needs in order to further her
training program.  For example, Caroline here needs more work on deep oral
penetration routines.  Todd is an expert in this area.  So Todd will be with Caroline
tonight, and every night until Rob, her Principal feels she has mastered the
technique."

Megan would never cease to be amazed by the things she heard in this place.  She
was stunned by the casual frankness with which Alex discussed what amounted to
the statutory rape of an eleven year old girl.

"You, Miss Richards, were scheduled for a date with Deke this afternoon and as a
result no partner has been assigned.  Generally following a date with Deke, our
Guests are left somewhat incapacitated for a day or two.  We aren't animals, after
all."  Megan smirked.  "Unfortunately,"  Alex went on, ignoring Megan's latest
violation, "Deke was busy with another problem case this afternoon.  So.. Let's see,"
Alex said thinking out loud.

Just then a sandy haired Handler stepped up beside Alex.  "Hi, Alex," he said.

"Hello, Todd," Alex replied politely.

"Hi, Todd," Caroline said from her seat on the edge of the big bed.

"Hi, Caroline," Todd said cheerily.  "Are you ready for bed?" he asked.

"Uh huh," Caroline answered.

"Do you mind, Alex, or will we disturb you?" Todd asked, nodding toward Megan.

"No.. No.. Absolutely not, Todd.  You two go right ahead.  We're about done here
anyway.  I've got to run find Miss Richards a Partner for the evening, then I'm going
home."

"You off tonight?" Todd asked, moving into the room.

"Yeah, and I need the break too," Alex confided candidly.  "North has been working
me to death with all of the new enrollees.  I have one more to go to fitting tonight,
and then I'm outta here."

Meanwhile, Caroline slid around to one side of the bed and Todd followed.  Megan
couldn't believe it, but in no time at all, the little brunette had removed the man's
rather hefty penis from within his coveralls and popped it into her mouth.  The
sounds of the youngster's oral efforts resounded in the otherwise quiet sleeping
chamber.

Seeing the expression of incredulity on the face of his charge, Alex asked, "Is
there anything wrong, Miss Richards?"

Tearing her eyes from the activities on the other side of the bed, Megan answered,
"Well, yeah.  I mean...  Are they going to do that right here.  I mean, what about
when we go to sleep?"

"Miss Richards, you might as well get used to sleeping with Caroline.  You two will
become practically inseparable over the next few weeks."

"Yeah, but.. I mean... What about him?" Megan said turning to look at the loving
couple.  Todd stood with his hands on his hips beside the bed.  To Megan's great
surprise, little Caroline had buried her nose in his pubic hair.  That meant that the
young girl had managed to swallow Todd completely.  "God!" Megan thought.  She
shivered at the thought. 

"Todd will also be spending the night tonight as will a Partner for you, Miss Richards
as soon as I can find a volunteer."

Megan's mouth fell open in astonishment.

Alex laughed merrily at her consternation then said, "Don't worry, Miss Richards. 
Your Partner needs to sleep too.  He won't keep you up all night.  Just part of it. 
Why don't you just lie down beside Caroline and Todd and relax.  I'll send someone in
for you soon."  

Megan could do nothing but gaze dumbly at Alex.

"Have a nice evening, and try to get some rest.  You have a busy day ahead of you
tomorrow."  With that, Alex turned and walked away down the corridor.

Megan sat stunned, staring blankly at the doorway.  It seemed like there would be
no end to this madness.  Then the bed shook as Caroline and her Partner crawled
under the sheets together.  Megan tried not to listen to the giggles and squeals as
two animated lumps began to frolic beneath the covers on the other side of the
bed.  After a moment the giggles became whispers and murmurs, and the two
mounds under the sheets merged into one.  Megan turned sideways on the bed,
trying to keep her back to the occupied side of the big bed.  She heard more
whispers, then suddenly silence.  Just as Megan turned to see what was happening
there came a soft cry. 

"Ohhhhh...."  

Then, shortly afterward, a man's whisper.

"Yes, Caroline..."

Megan turned away.  She hugged herself and shivered.  The big bed began to rock
rhythmically.  Megan felt sick.  "How could anyone do that to a child?" Megan
wondered in disgust.  She didn't have a lot of time to consider the matter further,
however.

"Good evening, Miss Richards," the Handler said from the doorway.  

Megan turned quickly.  She immediately recognized the man as one of the beastly
individuals she'd encountered earlier that day in the hallways of the horrible
institution.  She remembered also that he was not a nice man.

"We met this afternoon, if you recall," the Handler said.  "My name is Martin."  He
stepped through the door and walked toward Megan on the bed.  "Who's your
Companion?" he asked nodding in the direction of the heaving lump under the
bedcovers.

"Caroline," Megan answered flatly.

"Ah yes.  A good choice.  Caroline is an experienced young lady," he said
conversationally.

Megan didn't try to disguise her feelings of loathing and revulsion.  They were
painted quite plainly on her face as the man stepped in front of her.  Martin, who
was well trained in the art of reading a woman's facial expressions knew precisely
how he should proceed based upon Megan's unwitting display of her feelings.  Also,
he'd reviewed her files just minutes earlier.  Even though she'd been with the
Center for less than twenty-four hours, Megan Richards had already developed
quite a reputation as a "Resistant".  Martin was quite adept at dealing with
"Resistants".

"I am to be your Partner this evening, Miss Richards, so let's begin."

Megan looked up at him apprehensively.  She already hated this man.  Then ,
shutting her eyes, Megan vowed silently to resist.  She waited.

"Service Position Two," the Handler said in a tone of command.

Megan didn't move.  Nor did she open her eyes.  Inside, she was terrified.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards," the Handler repeated patiently after a
moment.  He moved closer so that his pants legs touched Megan's knees.  When
after two minutes Megan had failed to respond to his order, the Handler took her
chin none to gently in his left hand, and tipped her face upward.  "Open your eyes,
Miss Richards and listen carefully to what I say."  His voice was cold.  Something
told Megan that she'd better at least look at him.  Reluctantly she opened her eyes. 
The Handler remained silent for several moments while he stared into Megan's eyes. 
At last he said very quietly and distinctly, "Miss Richards I can arrange to have a
dozen volunteers join us at any time."  Megan's eyes grew wider.  "Would you prefer
more company for the evening, Miss Richards?" Martin asked.  Megan lowered her
eyes.  "Look at me and answer my question, Miss Richards," the Handler ordered. 
He squeezed Megan's cheeks uncomfortably hard.  

"Nnnnnn.." Megan cried through clenched teeth.

Martin studied her for a long while.  Then he delivered his ultimatum.  "I've read
your file, Miss Richards, and you are considered a trouble maker.  I do not tolerate
trouble makers or resistive Guests."  Megan stared at him guardedly as he
continued.  "I expect full cooperation out of you beginning right now.  If you
hesitate to obey for one instant, I will call for assistance.  Be advised, Miss
Richards.  If you force me to call for additional volunteers, you will not be getting
much sleep tonight.  Obey me without question or entertain a dozen men."  He
pushed Megan back onto the bed.

Megan glared up at the wicked man while she rubbed her jaw.  Some day she would
get even with these horrible people.  Some day.. Some how. 

But not this night...

"Service Position Two," Martin ordered.

Slowly Megan pushed herself to a sitting position.  She sincerely hoped that her
feelings of icy hatred were adequately reflected in her eyes as she reached out for
the opening of the Handler's coverall.  

Megan was taken by her Partner twice that evening after she'd completed  her oral
duties; once vaginally and once, much to Megan's displeasure, anally.  Martin was not
a gentle lover.  He performed with a calculated ferocity, that caused Megan a good
deal of discomfort and left her totally unsatisfied.  

In addition, at one point during the anal portion of her evening's performance, when
Megan had been reduced to a grunting, drooling mass, face down on the bed with
her Handler's cock planted so deeply into her rear end that Megan thought it would
explode out of her navel, she'd dug her fingernails into the sheets and rolled her
head to the side.  Opening her eyes briefly, Megan saw both Caroline and her
Partner watching her ordeal intently.  They were both smiling.

Megan awoke with a start.  It was several minutes before she became fully
cognizant and aware of her surroundings.  Rolling her head to the side, she was met
with the face of a stranger.  Her surprise was quickly replaced by dismay when
unwanted memories flooded back.  Megan sat up quickly rather than lay beside the
Handler for even one second longer.  Carefully she swung her legs around until she
sat on the edge of the mattress with her back to her Partner.  She couldn't believe
that she'd actually managed to fall asleep with the loathsome man.  Megan's head
felt thick.  She had no idea what time it had been when the Handler had finished
with her the night before, but she knew she'd been totally exhausted.  

Megan groaned and put a hand on her belly.  She was quite sore.  Moving her hand
downward, Megan spread her legs and gingerly explored herself.  "Uh, God!" she
mumbled in disgust.  Her sparse blond pubic hair was matted and sticky with a
mixture of dried sweat, vaginal fluid and coagulated semen.  Megan Richards began
her second day at The Youth Training Center feeling filthy and despondent.  The
program was working.

She felt him stir behind her.  "Good morning, Miss Richards," Martin said as he
rolled onto his back.  Megan said nothing.  She squirmed slightly.  Her CAP Device
was particularly painful this morning.  "I trust you are rested," the Handler inquired,
jamming a pillow under his head.  Megan nodded, but remained silent.  She was
learning that not answering a direct question meant trouble.  "Good, then let's get
started."  Megan held her breath, awaiting her first order of the day.  "Service
Position Three," Miss Richards," the Handler commanded.

Megan had been taught this new routine just last night.  "Service Position Three"
required her to first manually or orally arouse her mate to full erection, then mount
him by straddling his hips and facing him.  She was expected to position his penis
then lower herself onto him.  It was then her responsibility to raise and lower
herself on him until such a time as she's either told to stop, or until he inseminates
her.  She was to do this without any assistance or participation on the part of the
male or female partner (Strap on devices are used frequently at TYTC.).

Megan sighed heavily.  Then, reluctantly, but without any noticeable signs of
resistance, Megan rolled onto her side beside the Handler named Martin, took his
flaccid cock in her hand and began the business of getting him hard.  Martin placed
his hands behind his head on the pillow and monitored her progress.  Surprised that
she wasn't required to perform fellatio on the Handler, Megan quickly coaxed him to
full erection.  The fact that Martin was a sizeable man required Megan to first
stand up on the mattress and step across him, straddling his hips.  She took his
thick shaft in her hand, aimed it upward, then slowly squatted down onto him. 
Megan even remembered to maintain eye contact from the moment the tip of his
penis touched her.  She actually felt a warped sense of pride as she went down on
her Handler.  The program was working.  Unfortunately, because she was fairly dry
from lack of foreplay, (considered detrimental at TYTC) and still quite sore from
her activities the evening before, Megan moaned softly as her Handler's cock made
its way into her.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" her Handler barked.  Martin made a mental note to
recommend some "QTT" (Quiet Time Training) for Megan.  He stared into her eyes,
looking for signs of the obstinance he'd seen last night.  He studied her face,
searching for that deeply entrenched resentment that fuels disobedience.  As
Megan began to service him, Martin made another mental note.  

Later, he would make this entry in her permanent records:

          Megan Richards, at the beginning of her second day, is most likely fully aware
     of her situation.  After working with her for one evening and one morning I
     see definite signs of progress, however I believe her self-determination lies
     just below the surface.  It is my opinion that although Miss Richards holds
     some promise for completing her program of conditioning at TYTC, I feel that
     she requires constant supervision and attention.  I recommend some "Quiet
     Time Training" in addition to her regular routines, and as soon as possible she
     should be scheduled to see Deke.

Martin left Megan's bed at around eight-thirty, leaving her exhausted from her
efforts and filled with his semen.  At a point during Megan's servicing of Martin,
young Caroline and her Partner had awaked, and much to Megan's abhorrence, the
older man had then made love to the young child unabashedly right beside her.  Not
that Megan'd had a great deal of time to spend watching them for she'd been
entirely too wrapped up with her own morning duties.  Todd had eventually finished
with Caroline and made his exit, leaving Megan and the youngster alone in the
rumpled bed.

"How did you like Martin?" Caroline asked after she'd had time to catch her breath. 
"I think he's a nice man.  Don't you?"

Megan stared at the little girl in stunned disbelief.  "How could she possibly think
that any one of these horrible creatures was nice?" Megan wondered.  Then a
chilling thought occurred to her.  "Could Caroline be that brain washed?  Surely she
wouldn't have believed that the things these men were doing to her are considered
acceptable, before the time of her abduction.  At some point in time she must have
been a normal little girl."

"He showed me lots of new stuff the last time he was my Partner," Caroline said in a
conspiratorial whisper.

"Is this what I'll turn into one day?" Megan thought with a shudder.  "Brain-washed
and conditioned to do anything any man asks?  A robot.  A sex machine?"  She felt
sick.  For the first time since her arrival at The Center, Megan Richards felt deep
sense of dismay.  Subconsciously, she resigned just a little more.

"I don't want to talk about it," Megan said at last to Caroline.  "This is a horrible
place filled with horrible people, and I plan to do everything I can to fight them!"
she then added, with what little confidence she had left.

Caroline was silent for awhile, then said with a genial smile, "OK, have it your way. 
We had better get going, though.  It's bath time and then breakfast."  With that,
the little brunette bounced off the bed and stood waiting with her hand extended in
Megan's direction, indicating that she should come along.  Reluctantly, Megan swung
her legs off the side of the bed and stood.  Then, led like a child by a child, Megan,
escorted by Caroline went out to start her day.

Like the day before, Megan was bathed publically by a helpful volunteer.  Her
toiletry and other personal hygiene needs were also seen to for her while an
audience of perhaps fifteen people gazed on appraisingly.  Once all was in order,
Caroline led her to the cafeteria where she had a nutritious and filling breakfast
consisting of eggs, bacon and semen.  The latter, for the first time, was served to
her at body temperature in an eight ounce glass.  In it was the combined offerings
of six volunteer donors.  Megan had gagged horribly, but was eventually coaxed into
finishing the entire helping, by two attending Handlers.  

Alex had shown up at some point during her repast, and eventually advised Megan of
her schedule for the day.  "I'll drop you off at the Gym to begin with, Miss
Richards," Alex said.  "The Coach is anxious to continue your program."  Megan
glared at him icily.  A little semen seeped from the corner of her mouth and ran
down her cheek.  Megan wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand.  "Some
points of interest were noted in you records by your Partner, Martin following last
night's exercises, and I've asked The Coach to consider them in your program
today."

What do you mean?" Megan asked, speaking out of turn.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Alex shouted instantly.  "No comment or reply on your part
is required.  You will understand when the time comes, I'm sure."  Megan did not like
the sound of that.  "Come with me, Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  Then looking in
Caroline's direction he said, "We'll have her back to you this evening, Caroline.  I
know you have things to do today as well.  I understand you will be graduating soon. 
Isn't that so?"  The sweet little brunette practically glowed with pride as she
nodded her pretty head enthusiastically.  "You're a good girl, Caroline.  The Center
will miss you," Alex added then held his hand out toward Megan.  "You could take a
lesson from Caroline, Miss Richards.  Cooperation, it appears is not your long suit. 
Now come along."

A renewed sense of rage and profound hatred filled Megan Richards as she slowly
stood and took her Handler's offered hand.  "Some day!  Some how!" Megan spat
venomously, but silently.  

The Coach, being an extremely efficient man, started Megan on her weight training
regimens right away.  The vaginal weight lifting appliance was inserted and to begin
with, a four pound weight was applied.  "You must concentrate, Miss Richards," the
Coach scolded when the device immediately fell to the floor between Megan's feet. 
"Repeat your mantra," he ordered.

Megan glared at the man.  Then head and eyes downcast, she mumbled, "To have a
man's penis inside of me is a privilege.  To hold him inside of me is my duty."

The apparatus was reinserted.  Megan shuddered, then groaned as the phallic device
separated soft tissues on its journey deep within her.

"Your mantra, again," the Coach barked.  He placed his other hand on the butt end
of her CAP while Megan recited.  "Begin," he ordered, releasing the weight trainer. 
"Concentrate!" he snapped.  Megan bore down.  She groaned from the strain. 
"Silence!" the Coach hissed.  He pressed upward on the end of her CAP.  Megan
gasped.... audibly.  The weight and vaginal appliance crashed to the floor.

The Coach had been kneeling beside Megan.  With a distinct air of frustration and
disapproval, he stood and said, "Come with me, Miss Richards."  He took Megan by
her wrist and led her across the floor of the ghastly gymnasium.

This being only her second visit to the gym, Megan had not had time to fully
appreciate most of the sophisticated and specialized equipment the facility had to
offer.  Some of the mechanisms looked vaguely like those one might find in a normal
work out facility.  Others were completely foreign in appearance.  Their imagined
functions brought a chill to Megan as she was led past.  

At last they stopped in front of a long, low contrivance made up of stainless steel
rails and padded vinyl supports.  At a glance it looked somewhat like a bench press
machine only longer.  Two parallel, eight foot long, two inch diameter, shining steel
rails were supported about one foot apart and approximately three feet off the
floor by strong, "X" braced legs.  Near the base of the support legs at one end of
the apparatus were fastened a pair padded, cuff-like arrangements, one on either
side.  At the opposite end of the machine, welded to the linear rails was a four foot
long cross beam of the same tubular construction as the linear rails themselves.  At
either end of this cross member was a cuff similar to the ones on the rear support
legs.  Mounted atop the center of the main rails was a lightly padded platform
approximately one foot wide and three to four in length.  Attached to this platform
was a wide, padded, black nylon band much like a cummerbund with wide velcro
closures. 

Megan stood beside the Coach, eyeing the cuffs and cummerbund warily.  She felt
relatively certain that they were intended to restrain.  She would soon discover
that her assessment was indeed accurate.

"Please straddle the apparatus, Miss Richards, and then lie face down on the pad in
the center," the Coach instructed without hesitation.  "Your breasts should just
overhand the platform at the one end and your thighs the other.  We can make
adjustments as necessary."  

Megan stared at him with guarded loathing.

"Do it now, Miss Richards," he said, responding to her malignant expression calmly
and professionally.

Megan stared down at the hateful looking device then back to the Coach.  He
remained silent, bear-like arms folded across his chest, face set in stone.  Megan, as
always, had no choice.  In the end, she had to obey.

"Place your hands on the cross-bar, Miss Richards.  Wrists in the cuffs," the Coach
instructed while he busied himself synching the cummerbund restraint tightly
around Megan's waist.

"But...." Megan began to whine.

"Silence, and do as you are told!" the Coach barked.  Megan reluctantly took hold of
the cold metal tubing then allowed her tormentor to close the padded cuffs around
her wrists, securing her hands to the cross-bar.  She did not resist him, when he
then placed her ankles, first the right, then the left, into the restraint cuffs at the
opposite end of the apparatus.  Megan was helpless, strapped face down to an evil
device who's full purpose she did not yet know.  She began to be afraid.

The Coach circled the machine, inspecting his handiwork to be certain that Megan
was secured.  Then he stepped over to a large stainless steel cabinet standing
beside the apparatus to which Megan was attached.  He swung open the double
doors of the enclosure, exposing a horizontal work surface with locker doors
beneath.  On the work surface was what appeared to be a recording device of some
sort.  Attached to it were several wires leading to contact pads much like an EKG
machine.  One wire led to a black velcro band.  Picking up said band, the Coach
turned to Megan.  "Hold still, Miss Richards.  This won't hurt at all."  After brushing
Megan's hair aside, he fitted the two inch wide band around her neck like a collar
and fastened it in the back.  "It's nothing more than a throat microphone," he
explained as he adjusted the collar so that the small metallic sensor on its inner
surface lay directly over Megan's larynx.  Next he taped two of the sensor pads to
Megan's back over her rib cage, one on either side of her spine.  Then, lastly he
pushed one pad up under Megan's belly so that it lay against her lower abdomen just
below her navel.  

"Very well then, Miss Richards," he said at last, apparently satisfied with his work
thus far.  "Are you quite comfortable?" he asked.  Megan refused to answer.  "No
reply?" the Coach chuckled.  "Funny you should choose to remain silent at this
particular time."  Megan gave him a curious look.  "You see, Miss Richards, the
apparatus who's purpose you are about to experience, we refer to as our "Silent
Partner".  Time spent with the "Silent Partner" is know simply as "Quiet Time". 
Turning her head, Megan gazed defiantly at the man.  Ignoring her, the Coach
continued.  "It has been brought to the attention of your Handler and to that of
the Headmaster, and consequently to my attention as well, that you appear to be
having trouble adhering to our standard of silence."  Megan opened her mouth to
comment, but quickly thought better of it.  The Coach continued.  "This is, of course
a non-negotiable standard, and one that we take quite seriously.  You, Miss Richards,
have been observed to be in violation of this standard on many occasions even over
the past twenty-four hours."  He held up a hand, pretending to fend off any
potential objection on Megan's part.  None was forthcoming.  "Granted, Miss
Richards, you are new here, and a certain number of infractions are to be expected. 
However, this does not mean that they are to be condoned.  We believe that silence
is absolutely imperative for a Guest under all circumstances including and in
particular while she is providing service to a mate or mates."  He paused for a
moment to let his words "sink in".  "You, Miss Richards," the Coach went on, "appear
to be either unwilling or unable to adhere to this regulation.  As a result, you have
been scheduled for some 'Quiet Time'.  We will begin shortly.  I believe that you will
understand and appreciate the function of this device very quickly without the need
for lengthy explanation or instruction."

While Megan watched, her position causing her to have to crane her neck painfully,
the Coach opened the lower locker in the enclosure and removed a bulky contrivance
composed of gears and cams.  Stepping out of Megan's line of sight, he quickly
fastened the contraption to the rails above and between Megan's knees.  Megan felt
the bench shift under her as the Coach went about his chores out of sight.

Once the "driver" was attached to the main rails, the Coach moved back to the
cabinet.  Opening a drawer, he removed what Megan saw to be three artificial
penises.  They were rather small compared to what Megan was accustomed to by
now, each being about three quarters of an inch in diameter and perhaps six to
seven inches long.  They were, of course, anatomically correct, and each was
attached to the end of a thin steel rod about two feet in length.  

Megan held her breath as the Coach again stepped out of her field of vision.  Then
seconds later she squeaked in surprise and her hips jerked upward ineffectually
against the restraining cummerbund when the Coach promptly inserted one of the
artificial appendages into her vagina.  Fortunately she was already fairly well
lubricated from her weight training, because the Coach wasted no time in pushing
the penis all the way in until Megan felt it in her deepest depths.  The Coach then
proceeded to move the small phallus in and out a few times until he felt satisfied
with its placement.

Megan did a little more than squeak when the second one went in.  "Uhhhh..." she
gasped as the second plastic penis joined the first inside of her vaginal passage. 
Oddly, the Coach seemed to ignore both of her audible outbursts.  There was no
pain, but the sensation was distinctly unpleasant for Megan when the Coach began
to move the two probes in and out of her, first together then alternating, holding
them by their attached steel rods.  Megan squirmed against the waist restraint. 
The skin over her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cross bar with her
hands.

"Ohhh.. Owwww..  Nnnn..." Megan cried when the stretching began.  To late, she
remembered that the Coach had taken three small penal probes from the drawer of
the cabinet.  She strained desperately against her restraints, trying to free her
hands, but to no avail.  Her vaginal portal continued to dilate painfully around the tip
then at last, the shaft of the third, and hopefully the final plastic intruder slipped
into her depths.

Megan lay breathing heavily on the "Silent Partner".  She was fully involved.  From
between her thighs and round buttocks protruded three thin stainless steel rods. 
In her depths lay nestled side by side, the three vaginal manipulators.  The steel
rods attached to them were connecting rods, and one by one, the Coach attached
them to receivers set into the gear actuated control cams of the driver unit.  After
checking all of his connections, the Coach again stepped back into Megan's field of
vision.

"Do you require an explanation, my dear, or shall we simply begin?" the Coach asked
almost gleefully.  Personally, he considered the "Partner" to be the single most
effective training aid that The Center had at its disposal short of the CAP Device. 
And he so much enjoyed witnessing the marked change in deportment of the Guests
after they experienced some "Quiet Time".

In an attempt to combat her mounting fear, Megan responded with malevolence. 
"You and all of this pack of animals will pay for this some day!" she spat.  If Megan
could only have seen herself.  Strapped helplessly to a mechanical contrivance
controlled by the very man she threatened.  Her vagina packed to the hilt with hard
rubber and with shining steel rods protruding from between her thighs.  She might
have laughed as her tormentor did.  But only briefly.

At last, suppressing his chuckling, the Coach reached for the panel.  After
activating the recording device, he flipped a single switch.  

Nothing

Megan had winced reflexively, expecting the worst.  Her expression of hatred
turned to puzzlement.  Then she watched as the Coach reached toward her feet, his
hand disappearing from view.  She then felt him slowly twist her CAP back and
forth.  Her tummy muscles flexed instinctively.

Nothing

Then without warning, the Coach slapped the butt end of Megan's CAP, forcing the
ever present cylinder deeper into her tender tissues.

"Ugghhmm!" Megan grunted softly.

Instantly a electrical shock of alarming intensity shot through her body, causing
Megan to arch her back upward off the surface of the pad she lay on.  The shock,
although not terribly painful, caused Megan to let out a soft cry of alarm.  A second
flash of lightening emanating seemingly from her spiritual center coursed outward
from her womb, down her legs and up her spine.  Megan bit her tongue.  Her back
arched again even more dramatically before her torso fell back to the surface of
the bench.  She lay panting heavily.  Her eyes were bulging in shock and surprise,
but she made no sound.  It was quite by accident, however.  Megan was not a quiet
young lady.  She sensed the Coach was talking again.

"Well.  There you have it, Miss Richards.  It's really quite simple really," The Coach
said to the helpless blond.  "Make the slightest sound, and that includes belly
grunts, and receive a correction.  Remain silent.  No correction.  Simple, right?"  He
smiled down at Megan.

The hapless young woman began what she'd hoped would be a curse.  What came out
was only the first syllable consonant sound followed by the rapid release of breath. 
It sounded like this.  

"Fffff hhhhggggghhhhh" 

Before her body crashed back to the pad, Megan felt the warm spray of her own
urine strike the insides of her thighs.  The Coach smiled down at her.

"Make a sound, Miss Richards.  Correction.  No sound, no correction."

Megan looked up at him in horror.

"I think you'll get the idea soon enough, Miss Richards.  You're a smart young lady. 
And now for the best part."  He reached for the controls.  "If you're a very quiet
girl, the "Partner" can be very nice to you."  He flipped a second switch.  

Megan groaned loudly, just seconds before every molecule of her body became an
electrical conductor.  Snot flew from her nose in a most unladylike fashion and her
bladder emptied the remainder of its contents as the Coach stepped around front
for a better view of his subject.

The three vaginal manipulators began their work and continued unrelenting.  The
gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams which moved the connecting rods
back and forth which unfailingly pushed and pulled the three plastic penises in and
out of Megan Richards in a steady, sequential order much like the pistons of a
rotary style compressor, so that at no time was she left completely empty.

At first, Megan, like most Guests reacted audibly to the mechanical invasion of her
person, but it took only very few corrective pulses from the "Partner" to quiet her
down.  Soon all that could be heard in the otherwise unoccupied gymnasium was the
steady whine of gears, some heavy breath sounds, and of course, the liquid sounds
of female arousal.  The sounds of increased breathing rate and magnitude were
permissible by the computerized sensors attached to Megan's body, but the
slightest groan, whimper, grunt or other guttural sound was instantly rewarded.  

Understanding that even a female with the most active vaginal secretions could not
hope to keep up with the unrelenting cadence of the "Silent Partner", the design
engineers at TYTC built in an auto-lube system into the apparatus.  It was quite
simple really.  From time to time, a small amount of heavy, non-petroleum based oil
was sprayed from a nozzle onto the shafts of the probes as they sequentially
appeared from inside the vaginal passage of the user.  All in all, the "Silent Partner"
is an elegant machine that had served the Center well.

Megan's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of her situation after
approximately forty minutes on the "Partner".  Her moan of pleasure and pain was
instantly rewarded by a mind numbing pulse of internal fire.  The Coach monitored
his subject, faithfully logging her reactions and number of corrections.  With the
exception of her initial outbursts and one orgasmic cry, Megan went on to enjoy
almost three full hours of mechanical companionship in complete silence.  During this
time, the Coach logged eight orgasms including her first.  

"All climaxes with the exception of her first were executed within prescribed audio
parameters," the Coach noted in Megan's permanent record.

Some young ladies actually came to enjoy the attentions of the "Partner", the Coach
knew.  He recalled one young red head who became so enamored with the added
stimulation of the intense electrical pulses, that she began to purposely prompt the
machine's corrective function.  "Women are interesting creatures," he mused as he
watched Megan shudder from another climax.  In any case, he did not want to run
the risk of having Megan become attached to the device.  So after a little over
three hours, the Coach turned the "Partner" off.

For at least thirty minutes, Megan could not stand or walk.  Her body felt as if it
was made of soft rubber.  Surprisingly, she was not exceptionally sore internally. 
The smaller diameter probes and supplied artificial lubricant had performed as
intended.  The primary objective of the "Silent Partner" was to give a young lady
the opportunity to experience multiple climaxes, and to remain silent during each. 
It was not designed to punish or damage.

Alex showed up right on time, and after receiving a thorough report from the
Coach, he thanked him for his services then led Megan away.  Being led by the hand
was becoming almost second nature to Megan, but she almost fell on more than one
occasion as she padded alone barefoot behind the big Handler.  

Alex led Megan to the cafeteria and left her in the hands of several volunteers,
promising to return shortly.  By the time he returned, Megan had finished eating. 
Alex walked up to her and her most recent companion just as Megan was sucking
the last drop of semen from the man's pulsing cock.

"Come along, Miss Richards," Alex said when he thought Megan was finished.  "I
trust you've enjoyed your meal."  Megan glared up at him, but remained silent.  With
Alex's help, she stood.  Her legs were still a bit wobbly.  "I am taking you back to
your quarters now, Miss Richards," he said as he led her toward the door.  "Caroline
will meet us there.  I have instructed her not to allow anyone to bother you for two
hours while you get some rest.  I expect you to use the time wisely, Miss Richards. 
Get some sleep.  You will need your strength."

When Megan gave him a questioning look, Alex smiled.  "You have an appointment
with Deke this afternoon, Miss Richards, at three o'clock sharp."

A cold chill passed through her.  Perhaps it was only his tone of voice, but
something in the way Alex, and everyone else for that matter, spoke of the man
named Deke told Megan that an appointment with this person was not something to
look forward to.

Caroline was there in their bed chamber waiting for her just like Alex had promised. 
Megan was indeed exhausted both from her recent Quiet Time and from her
activities the night before and earlier that morning with Martin.  Gratefully she
crawled between beneath the sheet that Caroline so kindly held up for her.  Megan
would have been asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow had it not been for the
fact that Caroline wanted to "play".  About a half hour later, Megan was finally able
to drift off with the younger girl curled up behind her with one of her small hands
cupping Megan's right breast.

It seemed as thought she'd just fallen asleep when she was suddenly shaken awake
by Caroline.  "It's time," the little girl said politely.  "Do you need to use the
bathroom first?"

Caroline helped Megan with her toilet then brought her back to their quarters. 
When they arrived, Alex was waiting.  "Have you used the bathroom, Miss
Richards?" he asked.  "You are going to be busy for the next few hours and won't
get another chance."

"Nothing was sacred or even private in this horrible place!" Megan thought to
herself.  She nodded curtly to her Handler.

"Very well.  Come along then."  He extended his hand.  Megan took it and allowed him
to lead her once again like a small child.  It was very demeaning.  The Center
thought of everything.

Megan was taken first to the Center's gynecological wing where she was given a
thorough internal examination.  The Center's Gyn Section was, needless to say, very
well equipped and staffed by dedicated doctors and technicians.  Due to the nature
of the services provided by TYTC, it should come as no surprise that the Gyn
Section was kept rather busy tending to the personal physiological needs of the
Guests.  Soon after her arrival, Megan found herself seated in an exam chair with
her feet in the stirrups.  Alex stood nearby.  As expected, no pleasantries were
exchanged when the doctor arrived.  He gave a cursory glance at Megan's chart
then turned to Alex.  

"Miss Richards is scheduled to see Deke this afternoon, I see.  I assume a
preliminary examination is what you require.

"That's correct, Doctor," Alex replied in his usual professional tone of voice.

"Very well," he the doctor said as he turned to an instrument tray on a stainless
steel stand next to the Megan's exam chair.  Megan gave a little squeak when he
unexpectedly picked up a pneumatic vaccination gun and injected her in the right
shoulder.

"Phttt."  Megan received another dosage of Thelazine.  Both Alex and the doctor
watched as the customary flush appeared in Megan's face.  Unlike the first dosage
of the experimental compound, the second dose always produced instantaneous
results in a girl.  Inside of Megan Richards the Bartholins's and Skene's glands
responsible for the production of lubricating mucous in her vaginal passage and at
its opening went into overtime.  After another moment or two, the doctor fetched a
clear plastic speculum from the tray, and while he chatted casually with Alex, he
inserted the instrument into Megan.  It slipped into her effortlessly. 

"Will this be a routine visit for Miss Richards, or will Deke be giving her special
incentive therapy?"

Alex smiled warmly as he watched the doctor adjust the plastic device so that it
spread the walls of Megan's vagina widely open.  Her fluffy and convoluted interior
was plainly visible, glistening with moisture.  The doctor adjusted a spot light so
that it shown up inside of Megan.  "Yes, Doctor, Deke will indeed be providing Miss
Richards with some much needed attitude adjustment."  The two men chuckled.

Megan sat silently listening while she was discussed like a side of beef.  Having only
just come from her first session of Quiet Time, she at least had learned to choose
her battles if nothing else.  Now was not the time to speak, she decided.  The
examination was humiliating, but at least she wasn't being brutalized for the time
being.

"The Headmaster wanted me to inquire about the possibility of using Miss Richards
to test your new U.I. Program.  Do you think that might be feasible?" 

The doctor hesitated for a moment.  Then resumed his initial inspection of Megan's
opening.  After a moment he stood, picked up a tablet a began to leaf through its
contents.  "Hmm.." He muttered absent-mindedly.  "According to her records, her
internal measurements taken at the time of her induction appear to be adequate. 
Fifty-one, point five cubic inches.  Is this an accurate volume?"

"It is indeed, Doctor," Alex replied.  "I took her measurements myself."

"And how active has her schedule been since?" the doctor asked as he slipped his
finger into Megan and proceeded to palpate her interior.  He pressed one or two
somewhat delicate areas causing Megan to wince visibly.

"The usual program," Alex responded as he stepped behind the doctor for a better
view.  "Although as you no doubt noted in Miss Richards' records, she has had a bit a
problem with cooperation since her arrival.  She's been treated to some corrective
attention as a result.  She's also begun working with the Coach on her vaginal
conditioning."

"So, it is probable that she's gained some volume potential?"  It was a rhetorical
question.  "Let's have a look at you, Miss Richards," the doctor murmured.  He
dropped a small pair of magnifying lenses down in front of his spectacles then
leaned farther in between Megan's splayed thighs.  Behind him, Alex nodded.

The "U.I" or Uterine Involvement Program was still very much in its infancy.  Put
simply, the procedure entailes injecting special compounds directly into the muscular
collar or cervix that guards the entrance to the uterus.  The compounds
anesthetize and paralyze the powerful toroidal muscle making entry into the uterus
itself possible.  

To date, the technique has been performed on only one other Guest.  The young
lady, who was fourteen at the time, was probed by artificial means only, but
unfortunately, severe bleeding had resulted.  The bleeding was stopped quickly, and
at no time was her life or health in jeopardy, however the instance had caused the
staff gynecologists to re-think the procedure.  Subsequent lab testing was
preformed utilizing some specialized astringent compounds, and the technicians now
believe that they've at last resolved the problem of uterine hemorrhaging.

"And how old is Miss Richards?" the doctor asked nonchalantly.  He picked up a thin
glass rod about a foot in length and inserted the end into Megan's dilated vaginal
passage. 

"She's eighteen years, two months," Alex replied, as he moved again for a better
view.  At the very end of the moist pink tunnel that was Megan's vagina, Alex could
clearly see the darker pink toroidal shape of her cervix.  Megan's facial expression
portrayed her discomfort as the doctor began to gently probe around the perimeter
of the small pink doughnut.  It didn't exactly hurt, but the sensation was very
disconcerting.  After all, the wicked doctor... "and he had to be as evil as the rest to
work in this place," Megan thought... was touching her at the very gateway to
everything that was central to her femininity.  Her spiritual nucleus... her inner
sanctum.

The doctor murmured on as he pressed the rounded tip of the glass probe into the
tightly closed center of the cervical gate.  The muscular guardian would not allow
the rod to proceed any further.  Megan jumped.  "It never ceases to amaze me that
a sizeable fetus can pass through this seemingly impenetrable orifice.  Hold still, my
dear," he said.  Then, turning to Alex, he continued, "It is this very fact that lead us
to develop the U.I. Program.  We see no reason why this has to be a 'one way
street'," he smiled.  He probed Megan for a minute or two longer then stood, saying,
"You may inform the Headmaster that I see no reason why Miss Richards wouldn't
be suitable for U.I..  I will prepare her."

Megan didn't understand what she was hearing, but had a bad feeling about it, none
the less.  She'd discovered quite quickly that most of the "programs" in this
monstrous institution proved to be unpleasant, and this U.I. would probably be no
exception.  "Whaa.. What are you gonna do to me now?" she decided to ask.

As usual she was answered by action rather than words.  The doctor, who still stood
between her legs, quickly grasped the end of her CAP and gave it a swift push. 
Megan grunted in pain.  "Silence, please, Miss Richards," he said casually.  He
twisted the CAP.  Megan groaned.  Then while she lay in the stirrups panting from
the pain of the cramps that wracked her abdomen, the doctor released her CAP, and
picked up a long swab from the instrument tray.  The cotton end was pre-treated
with a local anesthetic that he carefully applied to the perimeter of Megan's cervix. 
He then stood once more and stared down at Megan, waiting for the numbing
substance to take affect.  After a minute, he looked at his watch.  "I believe she's
ready.  We might need to restrain her, but I'd rather not," he said to Alex.  Then
looking Megan directly in the eye, he said, "I can have you restrained, if necessary,
Miss Richards."  Megan returned his gaze with a very concerned look on her pretty
face.  "I am going to give you an internal injection, and  I expect for you to hold
very still.  If you do not, you may be injured.  Do you understand me?"

Megan felt the cold clutch of panic around her heart.  She watched almost trance-
like as the doctor removed a large hypodermic syringe from the nearby instrument
tray.  It was filled with a milky substance.  The shining needle at its "business end"
was a good three inches long.

"Do you understand me, Miss Richards?" Megan heard the doctor ask again as if
from a great distance.  

Megan stared at him dumbly.  "I.. But... I..." she whimpered.

"Just hold very still, Miss Richards and you will not feel anything at all," the doctor
said as he moved the syringe between Megan's thighs then downward and out of her
field of vision.  Megan struggled to remain motionless, but could not keep from
trembling somewhat.  She stared up at the ceiling.  Her destiny, as usual, was in the
hands of another.

Skillfully the Gyn Section doctor made several partial injections of the specialized
compound around the perimeter of Megan's cervix.  As promised, Megan felt nothing
more than the sensation of slight pressure from time to time.  She was gratefully
surprised when after a moment, the doctor stood, replaced the syringe into the tray
and said, "That should do.  We'll give her five minutes."  He looked at his watch
again.  Then cheerfully he added for Alex's benefit.  "I've got a busy schedule, this
afternoon."

"Haven't we all," Alex replied.  "So many new Guests lately, and more requests
coming in practically hourly.  We're hiring new Handlers as quickly as we can, but
still there's a backup."

Megan listened to their shop talk in silent revulsion.  "What sort of people were
these men?  Where had they come from?  Where did they find people so totally
lacking in basic human compassion?" she wondered and not for the last time.  "Some
day....." Megan vowed.

"Let's see how you're doing, Miss Richards," the doctor said, interrupting Megan's
thoughts.  "You might want to watch this," he then said to Alex.  The doctor picked
up the glass probe rod and both men bent between Megan's thighs.

Megan's cervix looked the same, no discoloration or outward signs of trauma, but
when the doctor placed the tip of the probe against the tiny opening at its center
and pushed, it slipped almost effortlessly through the previously impassable portal. 
Megan felt no discomfort, only an odd feeling of invasion.  The doctor moved the
probe from side to side, and the once powerful little muscle yielded.  The gateway
to Megan Emily Richards lay open.  

"Impressive, is it not," the doctor commented as he withdrew the probe, stood then
removed the speculum from Megan's vaginal opening.  

"Very," Alex replied with a nod of approval.  "You and your staff have done well."

"Care to inspect her before we send her to Deke?" the doctor asked casually.

"Indeed," Alex said.  Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he
stepped closer and inserted his middle finger into Megan's vagina.  "Look at me
please, Miss Richards," he ordered.  Megan reluctantly obeyed.

Alex's finger wasn't long enough to really penetrate deeply, but he was able to find
the familiar toroidal barrier at the end of Megan's birth canal with his finger tip. 
Then while he watched her eyes and facial expression carefully, Alex pushed against
the center of her cervix.  Where once his progress would have been effectively
frustrated, he felt Megan open for him.  Her eyes betrayed her feelings as if they
were indeed windows to her soul.  They became round and inward gazing.  Her facial
expression at the moment of penetration was one of puzzlement, surprise and mild
concern.  Megan felt intensely violated.  It shook her to her very roots.  She felt
sick.  

Alex smiled.   The Center thought of everything.

Alex knocked once on the door.  "Come," came the reply.

Then turning to Megan he said, "I'll be back for you when Deke is finished."  That
was it.  He opened the door, steered Megan through by the shoulder, then closed
the door behind her.

Megan stood for a moment looking about the room nervously.  She hugged herself in
response to an involuntary shiver.  The room looked ordinary enough.  "No weird
machines or anything," she thought.  Desk, office style chair, sofa, coffee table. 
Nothing unusual at all about the furnishings.  Cautiously, Megan moved father into
the room.  On the far wall was a window.  It took a moment to register.  "A window!"
Megan thought excitedly.  Nowhere else since she'd been brought to this place had
she seen a window.  "This might be my only chance to get outta this hell hole,"
Megan thought breathlessly as she quickly crossed the room.  Reaching the window,
she jerked the light curtain aside.  It looked like a regular sash style window. 
Megan's hand scrabbled somewhat frantically for the latch.  Nothing.  At the
bottom of the window frame were two ornate brass handles.  Megan grabbed them
and pulled with all of her might.  Nothing.  "Dammit!" Megan hissed under her breath
as she tried again to raise the recalcitrant window.  The tendons stood out on the
sides of her neck and her biceps bulged from the strain.  From behind, Megan's
shapely ass muscles flexed, causing her to tighten up around her CAP Device. 
Ignoring the pain, Megan continued to pull and strain for several minutes before
finally giving up with a string of muttered curses.

"Leaving so soon?" a baritone voice said from close by.  Megan practically jumped
out of her skin.  She turned quickly, and her mouth fell open.  

Before her stood a very large man.  He was well over six feet tall, with a powerful
looking physique characteristic of a man who spends a lot of time lifting weights.  In
another setting, Megan might actually have been attracted to him.  He had a
handsome face with a square jaw, dark hair and eyebrows, and a strong nose.  His
features could best be described as Mediterranean.  It was the man's eyes that
made Megan extremely apprehensive.  Like most of the men's eyes she'd looked into
since coming to this insane institution, Megan saw absolutely no sign of compassion
or even basic human decency in them.  They were utterly devoid of emotion as was
the rest of his face.  What caused Megan to shiver was the depth and darkness of
this big man's eyes.  It was as though she were staring into two black pits that led
straight to hell.

"Come here, Miss Richards," the man said.

Megan hesitated out of fear.  She backed up against the window.  Its glass was cold
through the thin curtain on her bare fanny.

The man was large, but unlike many individuals of his stature, he was not slow. 
Before Megan knew what was happening, the man closed the three steps that
separated them.  Her blue eyes bulged out in fear as the powerful fingers of one
big hand closed around her throat.  Megan could actually feel his finger tips meet at
the back of her neck.  Then she opened her mouth in a silent gasp when with his
free hand he entered her with one finger.  His hands were enormous and so, Megan
quickly discovered, were his fingers.  Megan would later remark that she'd seen
penises that were smaller.  Her tummy heaved outward as he dug deeper.  Spots
began to swim before her eyes.  The last thing Megan remembered before she was
swept into blackness was the man's cruel face just inches from her own. 
Expressionless... Cold.

When Megan regained consciousness a few minutes later, she was lying on the
carpeted floor.  At first she was disoriented, but soon the memories flooded back. 
Looking up she saw the big man standing over her.  He stooped and reached for her. 
Megan cringed, but he grabbed her by her arm and drug her roughly to her feet. 

"Owwww," Megan whined.

"Silence!" his deep bear-like voice boomed.  He shook her by her arm like a rag doll.  
Megan began to actually fear for her life for the first time since her abduction. 
This monster was so powerful that she felt utterly defenseless in his hands.  She
cowered when he leaned closer.

"Your reputation precedes you, Miss Richards," he growled.  "You have apparently
been a disciplinary problem since the time of your arrival."

Megan summoned what remained of her rapidly flagging courage, and glowered at 
her assailant with a look of unbridled loathing.

"Precisely what I mean," he said.  Then he grabbed Megan around her throat again. 
His fingers squeezed.  "We are going to put an end to that sort of behavior this
afternoon, Miss Richards."  Megan began to strangle once again.  He pulled her face
to within inches of his own.  "Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Deke, and
the Center employs me for the expressed purpose of dealing with uncooperative
Guests such as yourself."  Megan was on the verge of blacking out once again when
he eased his grip around her neck ever so slightly.  It was just enough for Megan to
suck a little life giving oxygen into her tortured lungs.  An almost demonic grin
slowly spread across the man's face.  "We are going to begin right now."  Without
warning, he threw Megan onto the floor and stepped back.  

"On your knees, Miss Richards," he ordered.

Megan took one look at the cold eyes above her and quickly decided that now was
not the time to disobey.  She slowly got to her knees.

"My cock.  Take it out."

Megan looked up pleadingly.  She had yet to really fully understand that the "Cute
Little Girl" act would get her nowhere in this institution.  Deke stood silently over
her, waiting.  Reluctantly, Megan reached for the oversized zipper of his standard
issue coveralls.

It was a two way zipper that zipped up or down.  All Handlers wore similar garb,
allowing them to doff their clothing quickly in order to accommodate the needs of
the Guests.  Taking the leather fob in her trembling hand, Megan slowly raised the
zipper upward.  As the material of the coverall parted, Megan saw a forest of dark
hair over dark skin.

"Let's get on with it, young lady," Deke growled.  "I have a busy schedule."

"Alright!" Megan snapped, forgetting herself.  

Reprisal was swift.  Megan saw stars and her ears rang as she slowly crawled back
to her knees.  Deke had slapped her on the right side of her face, his huge paw
covering the entire side of her head, knocking her almost senseless to the floor.

"Silence!" he shouted.

For the first time since she'd come to this horrible place, Megan Emily Richards
came very close to crying.  She had never been struck by anyone before.  She was
utterly shocked and humiliated both by the act, and more so by her obvious
powerlessness to do anything about it.

"Take my cock out and get me ready for you," Deke growled, grabbing Megan by her
hair and dragging her back up onto her knees.  "Now!" he added.

Megan stifled a cry when Deke pulled her up by her hair, and fought to control her
urge to curse the man who caused her so much pain and humiliation.  She stared at
the "fur lined" opening in Deke's coveralls.  Then slowly she reached a hand inside,
into the warmth of yet another man's trousers.  Deke remained silent for the
moment while Megan felt around gingerly inside his clothing.  Then she felt
something.  Her eyes grew wider.  "Oh my God!" Megan's mind gasped.  "He.. it.. Oh,
my God!"  She jerked her hand out of Deke's coveralls as though she'd been burned. 

"Why are you stopping, Miss Richards?" Deke asked in a condescending tone of
voice.  "I did not tell you to stop.  Please continue, or do you require further...
'encouragement'?"  He drew his hand back in preparation for another blow.

Megan shook her head quickly.  Her expression was one of fear.  

Deke, unlike the rest of the staff at TYTC, was instructed to use direct violence if
necessary in order to gain cooperation from the problem cases he routinely worked
with.  He did not enjoy battering young women.  He thought of it simply as another
means to achieve the desired objectives of his employers.

Megan groaned silently as her hand once again touched the huge engine in Deke's
trousers.  It was enormous.  She spread her fingers in an attempt to grasp the still
flaccid monster, and found she could barely reach around its circumference.  Megan
was forced to rise up farther on her knees as she tugged upward on the massive
fleshy shaft in an effort to free it from the confines of the left leg of Deke's
company issue coveralls.  She was having difficulty.

"Use both hands," Deke suggested.

Megan looked up at him, but was careful to keep her expression as neutral as
possible.  She did not wish a repeat of his last reaction to perceived resistance. 
She gazed into Deke's inkwell eyes and mentally cursed the day he was born.  For
the time being, however, Megan decided she had better follow orders.  Slowly she
reached out, and her left hand joined her right inside Deke's coveralls.  Using both
hands Megan was able, with a good bit of effort to make some headway.  Slowly the
immense organ emerged.  When the last few inches at last came free, Megan
released it, stunned by its weight alone.  Then she sat back on her haunches,
covered her mouth with her hands and gasped in astonishment.  Not horror,
astonishment.  If the massive male organ hadn't been hanging there just a couple of
feet from her face, Megan would not have believed such an abomination of nature
was possible.  

Even in its current state of relative flaccidity, Deke's penis was a good thirteen
inches long, and if that wasn't enough, it had a massive girth as well.  If she'd been
asked to guess, Megan would have estimated its diameter at three inches at least. 
The bulbous head of the beast was even larger, sanguine red and smoothly wet in
appearance.  The shaft was a ruddy fleshy color and was cris-crossed with large,
dark blue veins.  Megan thought she could actually see them throb as the blood
coursed through them, brining life to the monstrosity who's mammoth root
protruded from a black, tangle of hair at the entrance to its lair.  

Then the realization dawned on Megan at last that she was going to be subjected to
this male oxymoron.  Fear clutched at Megan's throat as her conscious horror
wrestled with her that part of her femininity that was somehow drawn to the huge
instrument of manhood.  With fear and loathing in her heart and a sickening longing
in her belly, Megan began to shrink away from her attacker.

"Stop right there, Miss Richards," Deke ordered.  He'd seen this same reaction in
more females than he could count.  "Get up here on your knees and prepare me." 
His voice was cold and threatening.  "Service Position Two!" he said.

Much to Megan's chagrin, the command phrase actually caused her conditioned
subconscious to react.  Before she knew it, Megan was on her knees in front of the
man.  Using the recent skills she'd been taught, Megan expertly exercised this
instrument of pain and pleasure into a full state of readiness.  She would not have
believed it possible, but due to her efforts Deke's penis quickly grew to nightmarish
proportions.  When at last the man indicated that she should stop, Megan settled
once again onto her haunches and gazed up at her handiwork.  Her mouth fell open in
awe.  Because of her skillful use of her hands and her mouth, Deke's penis had
attained a length of almost two feet.  The heavy shaft looked like a tree trunk
topped with a dark purple head the size of a billiard ball still shiny with Megan's
saliva.

Deke had remained silent during Megan's preparation.  When he was satisfied with
her service, he said quite clearly, "Service Position One, Miss Richards.  Standing
form, hands on the desk."

Megan's heart fluttered.  The time had come.  From her kneeling position, she
looked quickly around the room.  There was no escape.  As she stared at the huge
penis that would soon be forced into her, Megan feared that she would not survive.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Deke snapped, when Megan responded with a low mewling
sound in her throat to his initial incursion.  She'd again forgotten herself when the
tender tissues of her over dilated vaginal orifice at last let go.  Megan felt herself
tear, but it wasn't the sting of the male inflicted episiotomy that caused her to cry
out.  It was the gut rending pressure and exquisite all encompassing torment that
thundered through her femininity as the massive head of the beast forced aside the
walls of her womanhood and made its way inside.

"Huuhhhhhhhhhh," Megan exhaled.  She reflexively spread her feet wider apart to
give room to the intruder.  Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the edge of
the desk in front of her.  Megan's legs began to tremble uncontrollably as more of
her lower abdominal cavity was given over to the presence of her lover.  Had Deke
not clutched her hips in his two big paws, Megan would have fallen.  Centimeter by
centimeter, the unrelenting invasion of her person continued.  Cognisance fled
Megan as all of her attention became focused inward.  In the blankness of her
inward gaze, Megan could see the head of the beast push aside the convolutions of
her interior.  Megan would later be heard to remark that the experience was like
"giving birth in reverse".  

Deke's fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled Megan back onto himself.  He'd felt
the rending of her flesh.  She wasn't the first female he'd torn open upon entry,
and she would not be the last.  The bleeding would be minimal, he knew, and although
she would be terribly sore for several weeks, she would heal.  The Center's staff
gynecologists would treat her, and she would be placed on light duty for a suitable
period time.  In any case, that was not his concern.  He looked down and saw that
over a third of his immense shaft was still visible, protruding from between the
teenager's rounded buttocks.  Then with practiced skill, Deke grasped the butt end
of Megan's CAP Device and withdrew it from the girl with one quick jerk.  At the
same time, Deke pushed his hips forward, forcing another few inches of meat into
the recently vacated space inside of Megan Richards' pelvic cavity.  Deke felt the
young lady's interior anatomy rearrange itself around him.  He heard a soft grunt
come from the girl, but let it go for the time being.  By maintaining a steady
forward pressure, he gained further ingress as new areas of Megan's womanhood
opened itself up to him.  He felt her body tremble in his hands and around his cock.  

"You are doing well, Miss Richards," he commented, momentarily halting his advance. 
"But you have forgotten a cardinal rule."  He felt her body stiffen.  "How quickly
they forget he mused."  Then to Megan he said, "Look at me, Miss Richards.  Arch
your back and look at me."

In her current state of mind, Megan might not have comprehended anything other
than one of the Center's practiced command sequences.  For this very reason, all
Handlers addressed their Guests in exactly the same way each and every time an
order was issued.  As a result, the Guests gradually became conditioned to respond
in the desired fashion without the need for contemplation or even lucidity.

Megan turned her head and looked back over her right shoulder.

"Arch your back, Miss Richards," Deke said.

Megan arched.

Almost as a reward, Deke slowly withdrew approximately three inches of himself
from her clutches.  She shuddered noticeably.  Deke stared into her eyes then
began in condescending tone of voice, "There.  You see, Miss Richards.  You're no
different than any other girl.  All we have to do is to put enough cock into you, and
you become putty in our hands."  He grinned wickedly.

At first Megan wasn't sure what he'd just said to her.  All things considered, her
current situation was not one to encourage conversation in a girl.  But slowly, as
comprehension dawned upon her, Megan's expression of puzzlement became hard. 
The same problem that had plagued her since her arrival at TYTC again raised its
ugly head.  Even though she was clearly in the clutches of a man who's ruthlessness
had been recently demonstrated to her.  A man who's unbelievably large penis now
occupied a generous portion of her feminine vestibule.  It was the very reason
Megan was here in the first place.  Her haughty, self-centeredness.  Her scornful
dismissal of authority.  Her strong willed impudency.  With total disregard for her
current situation, Megan Richards glared malevolently at her attacker.  "You make
me sick, you monster!" Megan spat.  These would be the last coherent words that
Megan would speak for the next hour or more.  

Deke gave her no warning.  No change of expression, no preliminary move.  Megan's
bladder let go first, emptying itself in a spray of hot urine onto the front of Deke's
coveralls when the q-ball size head of his penis slammed into Megan's cervix like
battering ram into the gates of a medieval castle.  Megan had been looking directly
at Deke at the time of his assault.   It was magnificent to see her expression
change from one of self assuredness to one of surprise.  Then when he quickly drew
back and rammed her a second time, Megan's face registered her incredulity and
astonishment.  With the third assault came the look of fear and agony that Deke
was looking for.  Megan's facial expressions were similar to those one might expect
to see on the face of a person who's leg has just been bitten off by a shark.

Megan was so stunned in fact that she continued to stare into the eyes of her lover
through two to three more powerful strokes, each more forceful than the last.  

Megan was still gazing sightlessly at Deke when he released her hips, reached
forward and around her torso and closed his huge hands over her breasts.  Then
with what has become known at the Center as "Deke's Delivery", Megan Emily
Richards would come to know what it meant to have her brains fucked out.  

Megan was not a small girl, but in the hands of Deke, she was like a rag doll.  

A gurgling sound was all that came from the hapless teenager as her feet left the
floor.  Deke wrapped his bear-like arms around her body just below her breasts and
pulled Megan back against his chest in his classic maneuver.  He felt her supple
buttocks separate then flatten against his lower belly as Megan's full body weight
bore her downward onto him.

His huge shaft pressed upward with agonizing force as Deke began to bounce Megan
with short, rapid thrusts.  Megan groaned, her legs dangling helplessly in front of
Deke's powerful thighs.  Her feet were a good foot off the carpet.  Had she been
able to stand back and witness her taking, Megan would have seen approximately
half of Deke's massive love engine peeking from between her quivering thighs.  It
glistened with a mixture of her fluids; vaginal mucous, blood and urine.  The overly
large testicles were drawn up tightly, awaiting their opportunity to deliver their
spawn.  

Megan felt utterly impaled.  Never before had she experienced such a presence. 
Her mind drifted in and out of lucidity as she bounced helplessly on the all
consuming entity in her belly.  Its ponderous bulk stretched Megan, seemingly
pushing outward in all directions simultaneously, slowly reshaping her anatomy.  The
prodigious head battered against the bitter end of Megan's vaginal passage
relentlessly.  

Deke dropped one of his big paws down to cover Megan's bulging tummy.  Then,
while his bouncing pile driving cadence continued, he began to compress Megan's
belly rhythmically.  He was massaging her uterus as one would in an attempt to coax
a new mother to deliver the placenta.  Then, without warning, the bouncing ceased. 
Megan was almost too far gone to react.  Her psyche had begun its irrepressible
inward turn to the presence inside of her.  

Before this day, Megan would never have believed that a man's penis could be so all
consuming.  Before today, she had called the shots.  No one would ever have argued
the fact that Megan Emily Richards was in control of her destiny.  But now, the
haughty teenager whose body was literally suspended in mid-air upon an enormous
example of manhood was not so certain.  Megan was totally involved.  Utterly and
completely filled and focused.  Or so she thought.

Megan moaned softly when Deke paused then leaned her forward.  Slowly her
penetration angle shifted.  There was no warning.  No way Megan could have known
what was about to happen to her.   She hadn't really comprehended what Alex and
the doctor in the gynecological center had been discussing.  "Something about
U.I.???"  Deke's penis was so immense anyway that all Megan felt was a slight
change in its center of effort.  With her entire body weight resting on its head,
Megan felt the juggernaut shift ever so slightly in the direction of her spine.  

Megan's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as her head flew backward against Deke's
chest.  A line of spittle issued from the corner of her mouth, ran down her cheek
then dribbled off her chin.  Megan's eyes stared sightlessly.  The small amount of
fluid that remained in Megan's bladder flowed onto the floor in front of the two
lovers.  Had she not used the bathroom at the insistence of her Handler, Megan
would most certainly have evacuated her bowels as well when the bulbous head
followed by approximately ten inches of throbbing penis crashed the gates of her
cervix and filled Megan's womb.  Megan Richards truly gave birth in reverse.  It was
an experience not shared by many.

Deke even groaned, which was totally unlike him, when he moved into Megan's inner
sanctum.  As a rule he handled his Guests in the detached and professional manner
expected of a Handler of his stature and tenure, but Uterine Involvement was new
to him as well.  He'd of course been made aware of the research project going on at
Gyn, but this was his first experience with the new procedure.  It was an unusual
sensation.  The portal where he'd always been forced to halt in the past had
suddenly been thrown back, opening his subject up completely to him.  He actually
felt Megan's vaginal opening stretch around the very root of his penis.  This was
something he'd never before experienced since no female had ever been able to
completely accept him.  Deke felt himself push through that forbidden gate.  He
felt her open for him, inviting him inside.  Into a fresh new environment.  One with
supple, muscular walls, and a pure heat that emanated from the very core of her
being.  Deke quickly discovered that a young lady's uterine grip was even more
pleasurable than that of her outer passages, even after the Coach's tutelage.  

As Megan's body hung trembling on his mammoth appendage, Deke reveled in the
fact that he had this female more completely than any other.  Then he began to
fuck her.  

Megan was utterly mindless at this point.  Her entire being centered was around the
all filling shaft within.  When the beast began to move in her depths, a soft guttural
groan was all she could manage.  Menstrual-like cramps flowed through Megan,
causing a delicious consuming agony.  Her orgasm took Megan by surprise, although
it didn't really register in the customary way.  Rather than an event, it was more of
a process.  One that began like the welling up of a tsunami then rolled though her
soul uninterrupted for the next half hour or so, or until Deke finished.  

And finish he did.  Later, upon reviewing the video tapes of his appointment with
Megan Richards, Deke would find cause to be concerned about his professionalism
during the encounter.  He found that he'd violated more than one personal rule. 
First of all, he'd lost control of Miss Richards and allowed her to climax.  Secondly,
he'd lost control of his own ardor and inseminated the young blond, something he'd
never done before or after.  On the other hand, what a lovely picture Miss Richards
had made as she dangled helplessly on his cock, the head of which lay nestled at her
very nucleus.  What sweet sounds she'd made when he'd cum inside of her.  Directly
inside of her womb.  Granted, the contraceptive she'd been given would ward off
pregnancy, but there had been a certain glow that had come over her.  A special
understanding dawned when she felt him deliver his seed into her; into the very
essence of her femininity.  The palace of her womanhood.

Two months had passed since her date with Deke, when one day Megan was met
after lunch by Alex and another Handler whom Megan had not met before.  

"Chris, I'd like to introduce Miss Richards," Alex said.

The Handler was a short, stocky man and not particularly attractive in Megan's
opinion.  Of course, her opinion meant nothing, Megan knew.  Chris said nothing in
the way of a greeting, as he stepped in front of Megan.  As he reached for her,
Megan cooperated by spreading her feet apart, then stood silently while he rubbed
her.  When Megan felt Chris slip a finger between her labia, Megan shifted her gaze
so as to lock eyes with the Handler.  He entered her vagina with first one, then two
fingers.  Megan opened her eyes wide and gave Chris the expression of wonder and
puzzlement that he was looking for.  The man attended to her manually for several
minutes.  At one point in time, Megan felt certain that he would tell her to drop to
her knees and either service him orally or be taken by him there in the hallway. 
Alex, of course would allow Chris full use of her.

"Miss Richards has become one of our model Guests, Chris.  I'm certain she would
enjoy your company as a Partner at any time.  Wouldn't you Miss Richards?" Alex
asked.

Megan nodded then smiled sweetly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Richards," Chris echoed as he continued his
exploration of Megan's interior.

Again Megan nodded.

"Well, perhaps another time."  Then turning to Alex he said cheerfully, "Thanks for
the introduction, Alex.  I'll try to remember to sign up for her one of these days." 
He eyed Megan appraisingly.  "She looks like she might be quite entertaining."  Then
he removed his fingers from Megan.  "I must be off for the moment, however," he
said politely.

Chris had just been awarded a Guest of his own.  She would be his first, and he was
understandably anxious to get to work.  So, after ordering Megan to clean her
juices off of his fingers with her tongue, Chris bid the two of them farewell, and
went off in the direction of the fitting rooms.  Alex took Megan by the hand and led
her down the hall in the opposite direction.  

They stopped in front of the official bulletin board where all of the schedules for
the Guests' activities were posted on a daily basis.  Megan scanned the list of
names.  There were many.  The Center was filled to capacity, and its halls echoed
with the sounds of young women learning to become functional females.  Megan's
eyes stopped at her name.  Then after a moment, her heart leapt to her throat.  




There on the big notice board was posted the following:

     Raines, Melody - Gymnasium - Partner: Mark
     Reed, Janice - Free Association - Partner: Ted
     Richards, Megan - Exit Interview
     Ronson, Patricia - Group Encounter - Partner: Elliot

"Exit Interview?" she thought.  Megan turned to Alex, her excitement plain on her
pretty face.  She did not, however, break the Center's code of silence, but rather
she contained her excitement and waited for her Handler to speak to her first.  

"That's correct, Miss Richards.  You are scheduled for your exit interview and
graduation, this very morning.  We are on our way to the Headmaster's office now
as a matter of fact.  Do you need to use the bathroom?"  Alex asked politely.

Megan nodded that she did.  Alex took her by the hand and led her to the restroom
facility where she was helped to relieve herself by two volunteers.  Megan had
become accustomed to urinating not only in public, but often as not seated on the
lap of a volunteer who's a penis is lodged in her vagina.  This morning was no
exception.  At the same time, a second volunteer offered himself to Megan in order
for her to pleasure him orally while she evacuated her bladder.  All in all it had been
a successful session, and soon Megan found herself standing hand in hand with her
Handler before a door marked "A. North - Headmaster".

"Good morning, Miss Richards," Adam North said politely from behind his big desk. 
He did not get up.  "How are you, Alex," he nodded with a smile.

"Great, Sir," Alex replied.  "I'll be leaving now, unless you require my services
further?"

"No, thank you, Alex. You may go about your business.  I know you're busy.  Do me a
favor, thought, and send in the first free Handler you see, please.  Thank you,"
North said, dismissing his top Handler.  Then turning to Megan, he said, "Please be
seated, Miss Richards."  He motioned toward the familiar straight backed wooden
chair opposite his desk.  Megan sat without hesitation.

"Well," he said when Megan was seated.  "Today's your big day, Miss Richards." 
North opened a manilla folder on his desk.  "Time certainly flies.  Why it seems like
just yesterday that a haughty, self-possessed young lady stood before me, spitting
threats and curses.  And now just look at you."  North smiled warmly at the pretty
blond.  Megan returned his smile.  "Alex tells me that you've really bloomed over the
last few weeks.  I'm very pleased, Miss Richards" North was about to continue when
there came a knock at the door. 

"Come in," North said.

The door opened.  Megan continued to face forward.  She had not been told
otherwise.  She heard footsteps approach.

North spoke up at last.  "Timothy, good morning," he said.  "I'd like for you to meet
Miss Megan Emily Richards."  The Handler named Timothy moved to where Megan
could see him.  He nodded curtly.

A pang of outrage shot through Megan as she did her best to control her
expression and smile for the Handler.  "He's a kid!" Megan cried to herself.

On several occasions, she been handled by males younger than herself, and each
time it had been a particularly humiliating experience for Megan.  She wasn't sure
why this, out of all of the other atrocities she'd been subjected to, disturbed her
so much.  But it did, and  Megan had been very careful not to let Alex suspect her
discomfort, or she knew she would receive a steady diet of child lovers.  Perhaps it
was the sheer submissiveness of being forced to give herself to a male so much
younger than herself that caused Megan's skin to crawl.

Little did Megan know, but Alex and the rest of the staff knew very well that she
had an aversion to younger lovers.  Very little escaped the attention of these
professional men and women.  Hence the boy who stood before her now.  Timothy
couldn't have been much older than fifteen.  As a matter of fact, that was quite an
astute observation on Megan's part.  Timothy was indeed fifteen, and was quite
possibly the youngest Handler ever in the Center's employ.  

"Miss Richards, meet Timothy."  North nodded in the young man's direction.  Again
Megan smiled obediently.  "Timothy is going to assist us with your final interview,
Miss Richards.  I trust that will be alright with you."  Megan knew not to answer. 
She remained silent, smiling sweetly.  "Very well, then."  North said in a businesslike
tone of voice. "Let's get started then, shall we.  Timothy, kindly place Miss Richards
in Service Position One at my desk and take her vaginally to begin with."  North sat
back in his big chair and waited.

Megan felt the outrage and hatred that she had struggled for so long to subdue
begin to claw its way to the surface.  She could barely contain her loathing when
she was forced to look over her shoulder obediently as the young man entered her. 
Megan shuddered involuntarily as his penis made its way into her.  One part of
Timothy at least had reached full maturity, and it was that part that occupied
Megan's thoughts now as the young man waited for further instructions from his
superior.

"Go ahead, Timothy," North said amiably.  "But slowly, please and don't allow her to
climax."

Timothy's steady cadence caused Megan's supple breasts to jiggle rhythmically as
she stood bent at the waist with her hands on the edge of the Headmaster's desk.  
"You may look at me, Miss Richards," North said flatly.  "I have some questions I'll
need to ask you."

Megan slowly turned to face the man seated behind the big desk.  As the young man
standing behind her continued to have his way with her, Megan felt her rage begin
to seethe just below the surface.  She knew all too well that the Center expected
nothing less than total cooperation and willing participation from its Guests no
matter how demeaning the situation became.  She also knew that the man behind
the desk would instantly detect any negative intent should she allow her feelings to
be displayed on her face.  As Timothy's penis moved rhythmically in and out of her,
Megan labored to maintain a mask of indifference at the very least.  
"So, Miss Richards," North began with a smile.  "You've been with us for how long?" 
Megan was confused as to what was expected of her, so she remained silent.  "You
may answer my questions, Miss Richards, but at the same time we expect you to
maintain your vaginal control.  Now answer my question, please."

"I... uhhgg," Megan grunted when Timothy hit a tender spot.  She dropped her head
between her outstretched arms.  

"Look at me, Miss Richards," North repeated patiently.  "And answer the question. 
How long have you been with us, Miss Richards?"

"I... I..." Megan began.  "About three months maybe," she was able to get out in
short gasps.

North looked at her for a moment then consulted her records.  "That's very close,
Miss Richards.  It has been just under three months.  And do you know why you
were sent to us?"

Timothy continued slowly and steadily.  Megan was mortified.  She knew full well the
answer that North expected, but she was loth to give it.  She tried to think of an
answer that would satisfy the wicked Headmaster, but that wouldn't cause her to
lose any more face.  If that was possible at this point in time.  The problem was, of
course that Timothy's incessant love making was beginning to distract Megan. 
Unbeknownst to her the silent drug, Thelazine, flowing freely in her bloodstream,
was helping to enhance the already powerful "suggestions" that her femininity was
sending to her beleaguered mind.  Megan fought for control.  "I... I guess I was...
was stubborn or something," she blurted a little too loudly.

"Stubborn.. Yes, Miss Richards.  You are indeed stubborn.  You are also vain, and
self-serving and pretentious, among other qualities that come to mind."  North
paused to let his statement sink in.  "Do you know who sent you here, Miss
Richards?"

"S...sent me?" Megan asked, alarmed by the possibility.  In the back of her mind,
she maintained her vaginal regimens, relaxing her muscles to allow Timothy
unrestricted access to her depths, then squeezing when he withdrew.  "Someone
sent me to this place!" her conscious mind shrieked. 

"Yes, indeed, Miss Richards.  It seems someone in your life has grown weary of your 
arrogance and deceit.  He heard about our services from a friend and decided that
you could use a little improvement."

Megan was so stunned that she momentarily forgot her duties.  "Huhhhh!" she
grunted softly when Timothy rammed her unexpectedly.

"Pay attention, Miss Richards," Timothy ordered from behind her.  "You can answer
the Headmaster's questions, but I, Miss Richards, am your lover, and therefore
demand priority over all else.  I expect for you to remain focused, no matter what
else is going on."

Megan looked back at him over her right shoulder and nodded her understanding. 
Timothy continued.

"It was your steady partner or fianc‚ or whatever who sent you to us, Miss
Richards," North said matter-of-factly.  "Let me see," he muttered as he thumbed
through Megan's records.  "Glenn McCain, I believe his name is."

Megan's mouth fell open in horrified astonishment in spite of her rapidly rising
ardor.  North hadn't missed the signs, however.  Seeing the color begin to rise in
her neck and shoulders, he nodded almost imperceptibly to Timothy who immediately
altered his cadence.  

It has been noted that by switching to an irregular rhythm a girl can be kept off
balance almost indefinitely.  All of the TYTC Handlers practice their shift rhythms
on a regular basis.  

"G...Glenn?  Huuh.. Uhh!" Megan gasped, partly in surprise and partly due to
Timothy's attentions.  "G..Glenn did this to me?"  Megan was so astonished that she
simply stood there, being slowly fucked by the young Handler.  

"That's correct, Miss Richards.  Apparently, in addition to your less than attractive
attributes, your fianc‚ also discovered that you were fucking another man."  

Megan's growing rage quickly subsided, when she realized that she'd been caught. 
"How had Glenn found out about Emilio?" Megan asked herself.  "They'd been so
careful."

"Surprisingly, your fianc‚ wasn't all that upset about sharing you with another, Miss
Richards.  What he did resent was your haughty indifference to his feelings and
your lies.  Not to mention your unwillingness to satisfy his needs after you had been
with your Italian friend."

"God!" Megan cried silently.  "They know everything!"  She hung her head in defeat.

"Look at me please, Miss Richards.  You are still obligated to obey our rules until
such a time as you are released into the custody of your fianc‚."

"My whaaaa?" Megan gasped.  

"Indeed, Miss Richards.  Mr. McCain will be here momentarily.  So if you don't mind,
we need to conclude this interview."

Megan was utterly stunned.  She couldn't think of anything to say.  Timothy
continued, his thighs now slapping rhythmically against Megan's firm buttocks.

"I am going to ask you a few more questions now, Miss Richards.  Your answers will
determine whether or not you're character and attitude have been suitably
conditioned for a person of your gender."

"What are you, Miss Richards?"

Megan could barely think.  Her conditioned response was, "A female."

"And what is your primary purpose in life?"

"T... to service my lover," Megan whimpered.

"That's correct, 'or lover's'," North added.  "I believe that your fianc‚ has some new
plans concerning your future partners, Miss Richards."  North smiled.

Timothy continued.  "Slap..slap..slap..slap!"

"And your mantra, please, Miss Richards," North said.

Reluctantly Megan recited somewhat breathlessly, "To have a man's penis inside of
me is a privilege.  To hold him inside of me is my duty."

"Very good, Miss Richards," North said condescendingly. 

Megan was indeed struggling now.  The Thelazine caused the nerve endings inside of
her to ignite like a solar flare.  Her battle for lucidity was slowly being lost. 
Megan's mind's eye ever so gradually began to turn inward to the pistoning presence
in her belly.  Her lubricating juices flowed freely, causing the occasional wet,
slurping sound to come from between her legs.  It was beyond embarrassing. 
Megan was just seconds from apogee when two things happened to interrupt her
ardor.  First, Timothy suddenly switched to that annoying and unsettling broken
cadence which put her completely off balance.  Secondly, and more importantly, the
office door opened.

"Well.. Well.. Well.." an all too familiar voice said.  At first Megan refused to believe
she'd heard correctly.  Then, as if to remove all doubt, Glenn McCain sauntered
across the room and perched casually on the corner of the Headmaster's desk no
more than a foot away from Megan's white knuckles.  

Timothy paused for the first time in more than forty minutes.  Megan was stunned. 
She was so utterly mortified that she would not, could not, look up at Glenn.  She
hung her head down between her shoulders.

"Whoa now, mate," Glenn said, grinning at Timothy.  "Don't stop on my account.  It
looks to me like you've got matters well in hand," he chuckled.  North stood up from
behind his desk and offered Glenn his hand.  At the same time, he nodded in
Timothy's direction.  The dedicated staff member immediately resumed his
attentions with Megan while the two other men chatted amiably.

"She looks good, Mr. North," Glenn commented.  "I'd swear she's a different girl. 
Just seeing her being taken from behind is testament to your Center's successes."

"Slap..slap..slap..slap.."

Glenn hopped off the desk and stood for several moments just staring at the loving
couple.  Then without warning he reached under Megan's arm and began to fondle a
breast as it jerked back and forth to her lover's cadence.  

As soon as Megan realized what Glenn was doing, she jerked her body away from
him.  "Don't touch me!" she hissed.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain, your little lady still has a bit of her old fire left in her. 
We have been able to deal with Miss Richards relatively effectively in spite of her
strong willed disrespect.  You are familiar with our CAP Program are you not?" 
When Glenn gave him a quizzical look, North said, "Here, let me show you."  He
stepped up beside Megan and Timothy.  "At the Center we have discovered through
the years that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her anal passage.  I
realize that sounds a little odd, but we have had great success with our CAP
Program.  So much so that every Guest is fitted with a device one her first day with
us.  CAP, Mr. McCain stands for Continuous Anal Presence.  In a nutshell, we believe
that by keeping a female's anal passage filled at all times, she will tend to focus on
those parts of her anatomy that are pivotal to her primary roll in life.  Are you with
me so far?"  

Glenn nodded, although he was a little shocked by what he was hearing.

North went on.  "In addition to its roll as a centering factor for a young lady, the
CAP Device is also used for corrective purposes whenever we deem it necessary. 
Allow me to demonstrate."  North reached down, taking care not to interrupt
Timothy's rhythm, and grasped Megan's CAP.  Then with a swift move, he thrust the
device into her.  

The CAP Device, [Megan now wore a size eight] rammed against her most tender
tissues, causing the hapless teenager to grunt deeply.  Megan's knees buckled
beneath her, and she certainly would have fallen had Timothy not been holding her
up by her hips.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain," North went on.  "The device will most certainly get a
young ladies attention.  Would you care to give it a try?"

"Nnnnn..." Megan whined through clenched teeth.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Timothy ordered.  He continued to fuck Megan smoothly
and evenly.

"I sure would, like to give it a whirl," Glenn said excitedly.  He placed his hand on the
blunt end of the clear acrylic torpedo.  It was warm to the touch.  It had been
inside of his girlfriend for a long, long time.  "And by the way, I like that 'silence'
routine," Glenn chuckled, glancing in North's direction.  "You guys really think of
everything."  He began to slowly rotate the CAP Device inside of Megan, causing her
to moan softly.

"Look at your fianc‚, please, Miss Richards," North said from the sidelines.  Slowly
Megan turned her head until she looked her boyfriend in the eye.  He grinned at her
maliciously.  

"Having fun, sweetheart?" Glenn asked sarcastically.  "I've always thought that a
good steady diet of cock is what you've been needing.  Fucking becomes you.  We'll
have to make sure you never go without once we get you home."

Even if she'd been allowed to reply, Megan was stunned and mortified beyond words. 
The fact that her boyfriend, whom she thought she had so thoroughly duped, had
been the one to have her abducted then subjected to these inconceivable indignities
,still had her completely dumbfounded.  While the steady rhythm of Timothy's love
making continued uninterrupted, Megan considered her plight.  "Now what?" she
thought.  "Did Glenn plan to carry on with this program of abuse after her release? 
If he did," Megan's thoughts turned malevolent.  "If he did, he's gonna be in for the
shock of his life!"

Timothy rammed her hard.  

"Huhhhhggg!" Megan grunted.

"Silence!" Timothy barked then rammed her again.  "And pay attention, Miss
Richards.  I expect total involvement on your part.  Let's concentrate on your
vaginal control, please," Timothy ordered.  "You can dream about your boyfriend
later when he takes you home, but for now, you're mine."  

"Mr. McCain," North said.  "If you'll please have a seat." he motioned to the chair
Megan had once occupied.  "We have some release paper work you'll need to sign,
and then we'll get Miss Richards ready to transport.  Oh, and by the way, do you
wish her conscious or unconscious for her journey home?"

Glenn reluctantly let go of Megan's CAP Device.  He'd been enjoying feeling her anal
contractions which were transmitted down the shaft of her CAP.  They obviously
coincided with her vaginal flexing, because both tended to occur at the same pace as
Timothy's cadence.  He took his seat just a very few feet away from where his
girlfriend was being entertained by another man.  It was quite exciting for Glenn. 
He couldn't wait to get Megan home and get her started on her new routines.  

"Unconscious," Glenn replied.  Megan looked over at him in astonishment, but
remained silent.  Timothy continued.

"I understand," North said, making a note.  "We'll have her prepared and placed in
your automobile as soon as we're done here.  Now if you'll just sign, right here." 
North marked an "X" on the page then slid the official looking document over to
Glenn.  

Megan watched in disbelief as her boyfriend, if that is what she must think of him
as, signed for her like a UPS parcel.  A moment later, she huffed softly when
Timothy's semen flowed hotly into her interior.  Glenn, turned her way and smiled,
delighted to see his girlfriend inseminated in front of him.  It was a rare treat, but
one that would soon become commonplace.  Megan was led away by an attendant
shortly thereafter.

Megan awoke with a very muzzy head.  The first thing she noticed, even before
opening her eyes was that someone was having his way with her.  She lay face down
on the bed with her lover atop her.  Her legs were spread wide.  Megan could feel
the hairy legs of her lover rasping against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he
moved.  It came as no surprise to Megan that she was being made love to without
her consent.  She just couldn't seem to remember the circumstances that led up to
this latest engagement.  The man she was with was not particularly large nor was he
all that skilled as he moved slowly back and forth inside of her.  Megan could feel
him trembling.  Something none of the professionals she'd been with recently ever
did.  Their love making was purposeful and direct.  This man was more tentative,
more reserved, almost timid.  None the less, Megan subconsciously applied vaginal
pressure in the rhythmic manner she'd been taught, relaxing on his thrusts and
squeezing when he withdrew.

"What's going on?" Megan wondered as her vision gradually cleared.  Even though
her face was half buried in her pillow, Megan knew almost immediately that she was
not in her customary bed in her usual quarters.  The mattress was distinctly softer
and the linen smelled too clean.  She heard a soft moan.  None of the men who'd
worked with Megan for the past several months had ever moaned or shown any
signs that they enjoyed her company.  They were there only to use her body toward
their own wicked ends.  

"Oh, my dear girl!" her current lover said with a breathless groan.  He rammed
himself home and held there, shaking weakly.

"What the?" Megan thought as she felt the warmth of his offering spread within
her.

She raised her head off the pillow.  Instantly Megan was greeted by the shock of
her surroundings.  She was in Glenn's apartment, in his bedroom, in his big four post
bed.

"Oh, my child!" Megan's lover gasped as his body fell heavily upon her.

Megan tried to turn to get a look at the man, but was unable to roll him off of her. 
His body felt limp.  He was obviously exhausted from his recent love making and
subsequent orgasm and lay atop Megan like a giant water balloon, effectively pinning
her to the bed.

Then a person moved into Megan's line of sight.  At first all Megan could see was
the person's thighs and hips.  Then he bent closer.  "Oh, God!" Megan's mind
screamed.  It was Glenn.

"Hi, baby," he said cheerfully.  "Are you enjoying yourself, I hope?  I think, your old
friend, and teacher, Mr. Harris is having a good time."  Glenn grinned knowingly as he
watched the comprehension spread over Megan's face.  "Say hello, Jeff.  I know
Megan is very happy to see you again."

Megan was so utterly devastated that she could do nothing other than turn her
head and bury her face in the pillow.  She felt her math teacher's penis twitch deep
inside of her, no doubt spewing the last of his semen into her convoluted interior.

Mr. Harris raised up, supporting himself with one hand while her rubbed Megan's
back and shoulders.  "I must say, Miss Richards.  This school you've recently
attended has certainly wrought some significant changes in your character.  Now
let's see if you remember the early lessons I taught you."

As our story draws to a close, the once proud Megan Richards can be seen cleaning
the mixture of semen and vaginal juices off the penis of her high school math
teacher with her tongue while Gregg, her boyfriend and owner, looks on approvingly. 
Megan represents yet another success story for The Youth Training Center and its
dedicated staff of professionals.  There will be many, many more.

End... SM