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.


T.Y.T.C. 3.1 - The Twins - by - The StoryMaster

Although they were identical twins, biologically, the two teenagers were as
different as night and day.

Marina Nesbit, though as enchanting and pleasing to the eye as a young woman could
be at age fourteen, had a rather dark side.  In fact, her temper was legendary
among friends and family alike.  According to reliable sources, she had the
propensity to lash out unexpectedly and with a totally disproportionate degree of
vehemence whenever she perceived that her wishes were not about to be met.  If,
however, Marina was able to beguile a young man into doing things her way, she was
a happy girl indeed.

Marina's sister, Melanie, on the other hand, was one of the most agreeable young
ladies one could ever have the pleasure of meeting.  Second out of the womb by only
minutes, it was as if she were the emotional equivalent of a photographic negative of
her "older" sister.  Where Marina was self-involved to the extreme, Melanie Nesbit
exhibited a degree of modesty and sweetness that was truly refreshing to behold. 
Melanie had a lot of friends, but lacked Marina's seductive worldliness.  As a result,
she was not nearly as popular with the young gentlemen in her school as her sister. 
There were times when Melanie envied the ease with which her sister manipulated
the many boys in her life, but in spite of her lack of a current amorous involvement,
Marina Nesbit was a contented young girl, for the most part.  

At the moment, however, neither young lady was particularly happy.  The twins sat
in a daze in two straight backed wooden chairs in front of a big oak desk.  Behind
the sat a man who at first glance appeared to be gentlemanly and hospitable.  He
was in his late thirties or early forties, clean cut and moderately handsome.  Marina
and Melanie stared at him drunkenly, still somewhat groggy from the anesthetic
drug that had been used on them at the time of their collection.  The two young
ladies had no idea where they were or how they had come to be there.  

Marina appeared to be a bit more agitated than her sister.  As the two girls sat
silently under the austere gaze of the man behind the desk, she began to squirm in
her seat.

"God, do you think they found out?" she worried.  Although she couldn't remember
how she got there, Marina was certain that she now sat in the office of an official
or superintendent, higher up the ladder than Mr. Martin, her school Principal.  "But
how could they?  Mr. Graves promised he wouldn't tell anyone, ever, and after all, he
is a married man," Marina reasoned.  She glanced over at her sister.  "Melanie looked
pretty out of it," she noted.  "Melanie... Why is Melanie here?" she puzzled, her
thoughts muddy and slow.  Marina had all but concluded that this had nothing at all
to do with her surreptitious meetings after classes with her history teacher, when
the man seated behind the large desk spoke.

"Good morning, ladies," Adam North said, cordially.  "And welcome to our facility." 
When Marina opened her mouth to speak, North held up his hand.  "Your questions
will all be answered very soon, Miss Nesbit, I assure you," he said.  

While North spoke, the door to his office opened, and a man dressed in a white
coverall entered.  Closing the door behind himself, the man stood silently awaiting
the orders of his superior.

"Ah, there you are, Alex," the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center said
smiling at his Chief Handler.  "Do come in, please."  Marina turned in time to watch
the big grey eyed man walk in her direction.  Stopping in front of his employer's
desk, he stood calmly between the two sisters.  He did not speak.  "Ladies, say hello
to Alex."  Marina looked up at the tall man, but quickly averted her gaze.  Something
in his countenance was foreboding and ominous.  Marina felt like she'd stepped onto
thin ice, which when it broke, would plunge her into the ice water of his grey eyes. 
"Alex meet Marina and Melanie Nesbit."

Drawn by a strange magnetism, Marina was unable to keep from looking back in the
tall man's direction.  She watched, utterly entranced as the man called Alex, turned
to her sister.  Meanwhile, the man behind the desk, the one Marina correctly
deduced was in charge here, continued to speak in a composed, and frank tone of
voice.  "As you can see, Alex, Marina and Melanie are twins.  The two sisters have
come into our care at the request of an acquaintance of Miss Marina Nesbit.  The
gentleman wishes to remain anonymous for the time being, but has requested that
we work with the young lady for a few weeks.  He hopes that as a result of her stay
with us, Miss Nesbit will be more accommodating in the future."

Marina couldn't decide whether she more astounded by what she heard or by the
fact that while the man behind the desk continued with his introductions, the other,
a complete stranger until just moments ago, saw fit to put his hands on her twin
sister.  Whether it was the drugs or the fact that Melanie was almost paralyzed
from shock, Marina would never know, but while she looked on in disbelief, the one
named Alex stepped behind Melanie's chair and placed his hands onto her narrow
shoulders.

Melanie stared unseeing at the wall behind Adam North's desk while the big man
began to rub her shoulders.  His touch was gentle, but while the stunned teenager
sat with statuesque stillness, his hands moved up her slim neck.  Melanie shivered as
his course fingers slipped up under her soft hair.  She was confused and frightened. 
She had no earthly idea what she was doing in the strange office, and why a
complete stranger was touching her.

Marina watched spellbound as Alex moved his hands slowly around her sister's neck
to her throat, then began to "walk" with his finger tips downward to the "V" of
smooth skin above the collar of Melanie's knit blouse.

"It is Miss Marina Nesbit who happens to be the object of our client's interest, she
being the more sexually active of the two girls," North explained casually.

At the mention of "sexual activity", Marina turned quickly to face the man behind
the desk.  She couldn't believe her ears.

"Nooo," Marina then heard her sister whimper plaintively from her nearby seat.

Marina looked toward Melanie as the big man began to unfasten the top button of
her blouse.  Melanie's small hands were on his wrists in an attempt to thwart his
efforts, but it was obvious the man was much too powerful for the young girl.

"Hey!  Cut it out, you bastard!" Marina blurted out.  "Make him stop," she then
implored in a demanding tone of voice to the man behind the desk.  Her pretty face
was contorted with the legendary wrath she was famous for.

"Quittttt," Melanie cried, helplessly, struggling with the man named Alex as he
unfastened the second button.

"But he is more than happy to compensate us for the training of both the Nesbit
sisters," Adam North explained calmly.  He stared cooly at Marina, ignoring her
outburst for the moment.

Marina was utterly stunned by the fact that the man appeared to be totally
unmoved by what his associate was doing to Melanie.  In fact, it took a shriek from
her sister to snap Marina back to the present.  She was afraid to look, but couldn't
help it.  Marina's mouth fell open in astonishment when she turned and saw that the
big man now held Melanie by the throat with his left hand while his right moved
beneath her knit blouse in the vicinity of her breasts.  Marina couldn't see Melanie's
face, but judging from the way she struggled, her sister was not at all happy.

On many an occasion, Marina Nesbit's temper had clouded her judgement, but what
happened next would prove to be one of the last times the hot-blooded teenager
"leapt before she looked".

"I said leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" Marina cried angrily as she lunged to her
sister's aid.

Alex moved with viper-like swiftness.  Marina hadn't taken two steps when a hand
the size of a baseball glove caught her between her breasts and shoved her away
with overwhelming force.  Caught off guard, Marina staggered backward.  Then,
stumbling over the wooden chair she'd just vacated, she fell heavily to the floor.

"You bastard!" Marina hissed as she regained her feet, her blue eyes flickering with
icy malice.  


Alex left Melanie hugging herself and whimpering in her seat and turned toward her
advancing twin.  Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Marina charged.  The result
was almost comical.  Marina, in her blind furry, advanced directly into the big
Handler's clutches.  His finger tips practically touched at the back of her neck as
Alex's big hand closed around Marina's throat.  Had he not had such a powerful hold
on the young teenager, she would have fallen to the floor, so abruptly was her
advance halted.  Not a word was spoken.  Marina couldn't speak, of course, because
Alex's grip had cut off her airway, and Alex out of shear professionalism remained
silent as he pushed the furious girl toward her seat.  

Marina, with her hands on Alex's wrist and her blue eyes bulging, felt herself forced
backward inexorably.  When the backs of her legs hit the front edge of her chair,
Marina sat down heavily.  The big Handler stared down into her eyes with an
expression of condescension.  His fingers closed tighter around her slim neck. 
When at last Alex released his grip, Marina was on the verge of blacking out and
was left gasping and coughing for several minutes.  

Alex then resumed his position between the chairs of the unfortunate twin sisters. 
Reaching toward Melanie, he placed one hand on her shoulder, causing the more
timid girl to cringe.  Both young ladies were, for the time being, under control.

Meanwhile, behind his desk, Adam North spoke quietly into the office intercom.  A
moment later, the office door opened once again, and another man clad in white
coveralls entered the room, pushing what looked like a coat rack on casters ahead of
him.

At first glance it was a rather innocuous looking rectangular apparatus about six
feet long and five high.  The upper horizontal rail which was at approximately
shoulder height was made of shining stainless steel tubing one and one half inches in
diameter as were the two vertical members at either end and the lower horizontal
bar.  The entire arrangement rolled easily on small casters at the ends of two
shorter struts set perpendicularly to the lower beam at either end of the steel
frame.

"Eyes to the front, Ms. Nesbit," Adam North barked when Marina started to look
around at the second Handler while he locked the casters in place.  Although he
maintained a neutral expression, North smiled inwardly when the head strong young
teenager obeyed.  True, she gave him a withering stare, but unwittingly Marina
Nesbit had heeded her first direct order.

When the "Acceptance Frame" was ready, the second TYTC Handler took up a
position on the other side of Marina's seat in response to a nod from North.

"Since Marina Nesbit insists upon living up to her reputation of inappropriate
willfulness and hostility we will start with her," Adam North stated almost
conversationally.  "Let's get her framed up first, and then we'll see if her sister will
learn to make better choices."  He paused briefly and looked in Melanie's direction. 
Satisfied that the meeker of the two girls was, for the time being, suitably
subdued, North turned to his two staff members.  "Gentlemen.  Please proceed."

Not yet fully recovered from the near strangling she'd received, Marina let out a
startled squawk when the two big men seized her by the arms and yanked her out
of her seat.  

"Waalllkkk," she croaked as she was propelled toward the waiting tubular apparatus. 
Marina didn't notice the restraint cuffs located at the four corners of the shining
frame until it was too late.  Even if she had, she would have been powerless to
change the events that were about to come to pass.  Backpedaling ineffectively, her
feet barely touching the floor, Marina shot a fearful look over her shoulder in
North's direction.  When she was finally set upon her feet facing the Acceptance
Frame, Marina immediately lashed out with her right foot at the second man in white
coveralls.  The Handler easily dodged the kick, and then to a series of half strangled
shrieks, Marina's wrists were bound to the upper corners of the metal frame.

While his associates executed their assignment, Adam North kept a close watch on
Melanie Nesbit.  "This one is going to be easy," he thought to himself.  "No wonder
the guy wants both girls.  After the proper conditioning, the feisty one will provide
the main course, and this demure little lady will be dessert."  North stared
appraisingly at Melanie and contemplated involving himself personally in her training. 
Her demure shyness was very attractive to him.

While her twin sister's ankles were attached to the lower corners of the
Acceptance Frame, Melanie Nesbit rocked slowly back and forth in her seat, her
eyes on the floor in front of her.  She trembled noticeably.  Melanie was so deeply
shocked by the goings on in the office that she was unable to even look in her
sister's direction although Marina cried out repeatedly.

Had she looked, Melanie would have seen that her head strong sibling had been
lashed facing the metal framework.  The restraint bindings were adjusted such that
both her arms and her legs were spread widely apart. 

When all was in readiness, Alex nodded silently to his assistant, and the two men
together turned the entire apparatus with its weakly struggling occupant around so
that Marina faced the Headmaster at his desk.  

Adam North sat silently for several moments gazing appreciatively at the young
woman, spread-eagled before him.  Both girls were very good looking.  Blond hair,
blue eyes, succulent mouths and flawless skin.  Both had nice figures with narrow
waists and broad hips.  From what North could see, the two sisters were rather
small breasted, but at only fourteen years of age, they both had lots of time to
develop.  

Sensing his eyes upon her, Marina momentarily ceased her struggles and bravely
returned his gaze.

"Excellent!" North thought approvingly.  "Direct eye contact.  This one is a zesty
one.  She'll no doubt stare you down until the very end.  But her sister..." North
reflected.  "She's going to require some encouragement along those lines."  He
glanced briefly in Melanie's direction then back at her sister, Marina.

One of the Non-negotiable Standards at TYTC states that a Guest shall maintain
direct eye contact with her lover at all times.  Marina would be a natural, North was
certain.  "And just look at the fire in those eyes," he mused.  "With training, that
blaze can and will be harnessed."

"Miss Nesbit, before we begin I wish to tell you first why it is that you and your
sister are here, and secondly what will be expected of the two of you while you are
with us."

Marina continued to test her bonds while the Headmaster went on with his
narrative.  To either side of the apparatus to which she was bound, the two
Handlers stood at the ready.

"As I pointed out earlier, Miss Nesbit, you were brought here at the request of an
anonymous admirer.  An admirer, Miss Nesbit, who would like to get to know you and
your sister a little better, so to speak."  North chuckled ominously.  He continued. 
"Your disposition, Miss Nesbit is known to be, shall we say, less than cooperative
the majority of the time.  We intend to change that."

Marina still struggled ineffectually with the velcro bindings that attached her
wrists to the tubular bars.  She only half listened to what the man was saying to
her.

"We know that you are sexually active, Miss Nesbit.  We know that you lost your
virginity to your step-father at the age of twelve."

Suddenly, Marina was all ears.  At the mention of her escapade with her step-
father, Marina shot her silent sister a worried look.  If Melanie understood what
had been said, she gave no indication.

"In fact, young lady, we know everything relative to your sexual history, both past
and present."  North noticed Marina blush deeply at the mention of "current
events".  He gave her a discerning look.  Continuing, "Our job, Miss Nesbit is to
reshape your concept of the fundamental roll which the female is intended to play in
the sexual relationship.  Contrary to what you have been taught, your duty as a fully
functional female, Miss Nesbit, is to provide both pleasure and entertainment to
your partner or partners, whenever and wherever he, she or they decide is
appropriate."

Marina was too dumbfounded to respond, and that was just as well.

"We realize that you and your sister are young and reasonably inexperienced.  In
fact, I might add that we are relatively certain that Melanie is still 'in tact'.  That we
shall verify soon enough."  He paused and again glanced in Melanie's direction. 
"Melanie," he called.  "Melanie," more sternly.  

The demure twin reluctantly looked up at him.

"I expect you to listen to me when I speak," he said flatly.  "You need to pay close
attention to what I say to your sister."  He motioned for the second Handler to
step to Melanie's side.  She cringed at his approach.  Ignoring her fright, North
ordered the Handler to turn her chair so that she faced Marina.  The sight of her
much braver twin bound helplessly before her had a very gratifying effect on
Melanie.  To the three professional gentleman in room, the signs were unmistakable. 
They could see it in her expression and in her body language.  Melanie Nesbit
surrendered without a fight.

"Now pay attention, Melanie," North reinforced.  "Like I've been telling Marina, it is
our job to teach the two of you everything you will need to know in order for you to
entertain a partner or partners, be they male or female.  Your sister insists on
being stubborn, which is why we must employ the Acceptance Frame for her first
lesson.  At The Youth Training Center, we guarantee results.  Thus we have a
number of devices which can help a young lady to pay attention.  I hope that the
two of you understand what I'm telling you."  He looked first at Melanie who
lowered her gaze submissively, then at Marina.  She spat at him.

Ignoring the recalcitrant action, North went on with his lecture.  "There are two
cardinal rules here at TYTC," he said.  "Or as we call them, Non-negotiable
Standards.  The first one being, A Guest, and you are guests, shall only speak when
spoken to.  Absolute silence shall be maintained at all times, particularly during love
making."  North allowed his eyes to linger on the downcast face of Melanie Nesbit,
purposely ignoring Marina's shocked reaction to the statement.  "Secondly, A Guest
shall maintain direct eye contact with her lover or Handler during any and all times
of sexual activity."  He paused for effect.  "The term, 'non-negotiable', speaks for
itself.  Disregard for these rules will not be tolerated, ladies.  Do I make myself
perfectly clear?"  He looked at Marina first this time.  He could see that what he'd
said made an impression on her.  The blue blaze of contempt in her eyes had dimmed
ever so slightly.  As she stood spread-eagled and helpless before her twin sister
and the three strange men, the first glimmerings of submission crept into Marina's
mind.  Unbeknownst to the determined fourteen year old, she began her journey
toward a new life at that very moment.  One glance at Melanie told North that she
would not cause any trouble at all.

Satisfied for the moment, North spoke to his staff.  "Alex, please proceed."

Like many of the TYTC staff, Alex wore a holster on his left hip.  In it were a few
tools of the trade.  One was a telescoping spreader bar which he wouldn't need for
this session.  Another was a pair of EMT sheers.  These he pulled from his holster
and stepped in front of Marina.  The girl eyed him warily.  

Marina wore a white cotton blouse with a lace collar and a pretty lace frill across
the breast.  A pair of stone washed designer blue jeans completed the ensemble. 
Marina had picked it out especially that morning, because she had intended to stay
late after her history class.  Mr. Graves liked it when she wore tight fitting slacks.

For Alex, on the other hand, the tight, stone washed denim was at best, a nuisance. 
That blue flame of hostility erupted like a Roman candle in Marina's eyes.  She
fought her bonds like a tiger, and like a tiger, Marina snapped repeatedly at the big
man with her sparkling white teeth.  Like the professional he was, Alex easily
avoided Marina's teeth as he systematically cut away at the furious teenager's lacy
white blouse.  Starting at the back of her collar, Alex effortlessly severed the soft
material with the sheers straight down the center of Marina's back all the way to
her waist.  He paid no attention to the flawless white skin that his efforts
uncovered, or to the narrow back strap of her brassiere.  In a strictly businesslike
manner, Alex proceeded to cut the sleeves of the blouse down the backs of
Marina's arms, at last severing the lace cuffs.  Then while the teenager screamed
curses at him, Alex tugged the tails of the ruined blouse from inside of her jeans.  

"You'll all pay for this!" Marina spat as Alex slipped the remains of her blouse
forward over her shoulders then let it fall to the floor in a tattered heap.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit!" Adam North commanded from behind his desk where he sat
watching Marina's disrobing.  "Speak only when spoken to."

Marina barely heard him, however, because at that very moment she was too intent
on watching Alex.  After holstering his evil shears, Alex stepped back in front of
the bound teenager.  Marina thrashed her hips around violently in an effort to
escape the man's hands as he reached for the front of her jeans, but she was
doomed to failure.  

"Nnnnnn," Marina groaned through clenched teeth as the man slid his fingers behind
the denim waist band and started to unfasten the top button.  Her belly was soft
and warm against the backs of his fingers.  With the button opened and the zipper
lowered, out came the shears.  This time it was a cry of dismay that escaped
Marina's lips.

"Snip...snip...snip...snip..."

Down the front of the pants leg, Alex's shears cut through the expensive denim like
butter, right down to then through the cuff at Marina's bound left ankle.  In just a
few minutes, Marina's cherished designer blue jeans joined the rest of the rags on
the floor of Adam North's office.  

Marina was so outraged at the wanton destruction of her wardrobe that she'd
forgotten to be afraid.  Soon, however, the gravity of the predicament she was in
would dawn on her.  After all, she was a fourteen year old girl.  She was bound
helplessly and in a very compromising position to a wicked apparatus designed by
mad men.  Speaking of mad men, three of them occupied the room with her that
morning, but for all intents and purposes, Marina was utterly alone.  Sure, Melanie
was there, but Melanie couldn't even help herself, much less her twin sister.  

Alex replaced his shears into their holster once more, leaving Marina wearing
nothing but a bra and panties.  As the men had assumed, the young woman was
indeed small breasted.  The small brassiere she wore was nothing more than a
covering of soft cotton, much like a training bra.  It was obvious that neither
Marina nor her sister would require support for many years.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said, surprising his young charge.  It was the first
time he'd spoken since he'd begun with Marina.  His voice was strong and melodious. 
The inflection in his voice left no room for doubt.  Alex expected to be obeyed. 
Slipping his big fingers behind the thin shoulder straps just above where they
attached to the two breast cups, Alex repeated the command.  "Look at me, Miss
Nesbit."

Marina glanced down at his hands before reluctantly raising her gaze to his.  While
the teenager looked into the grey ice pits of his eyes, Alex quickly jerked upward on
the cups of the brassiere, tugging the soft garment up and over her small, firm
breasts and exposing the pleasing mounds to everyone's view.   The Handler noted
the degree of alarm that registered in the young girl's facial expressions as she was
displayed in public, probably for the first time in her life.  Later he would make note
of his observations in Marina's permanent file.

"Quit it, you bastard!" Marina cried.  She renewed her struggles while Alex pulled
the bra upward, arranging it on her chest just below her collar bones.  

It's really no wonder that her history teacher desired the young girl.  Marina was
indeed a perfect fourteen year old in every way.  Every aspect of her blossoming
anatomy was firm, exquisitely shaped and spoke of delights to come.  Marina
Nesbit's breasts were small, flawless cones, each topped with puffy pink satin
areolae no larger than quarters, and tiny stiff nipples.  The very few individuals
who'd been fortunate enough to touch these wonderful little breasts would
certainly agree that they are soft beyond comparison, yet firm and supple.  Beneath
the smooth, white skin and pliant fatty tissues, the firmer mammary glands awaited
palpation.

Marina, like most girls her age was acutely aware of her breasts, and naturally
wished that they were larger.  The young teenager had not missed the blatant
stares of the boys in school whenever a really large breasted girl appeared.  Marina
enjoyed any form of attention, in particular male attention, and therefore made a
point of displaying her budding chest whenever possible.  She even resorted to
stuffing her brassiere from time to time.  Before that moment, only three boys had
ever laid eyes on these precious points first hand, and then only two had actually
been granted permission to touch them.  Because of her thoughtless outburst,
however, Marina Nesbit's personal statistics were about to change.  In addition the
teenager was about to discover that discipline at TYTC was metered out sexually.

Alex felt that one of the most enjoyable and rewarding aspects of his occupation
was the opportunity to watch the medley of expressions play upon the face of a
young lady the very first time she is handled against her will.  After arranging
Marina's brassiere to his satisfaction, (He would later cut it away completely.) Alex
gave no warning before taking the teenager's satiny areolae between the fingers
and thumbs of his two powerful hands.  Pinching down firmly on the hard little nubs
of her nipples, Alex shook the small, fleshy cones quickly from side to side.  The
resulting "slide show" was stunning.

First came surprise.  "What the......?"  When she felt his touch, Marina looked down
at Alex's hands.  Then, as if from a great distance, she watched the man take the
sensitive tips of her breasts between his thick fingers.  She looked up at his face.  

Next came the shock and incredulity.  "How dare he touch me!" Marina's mind
screamed.  She was about to open her mouth to comment when the pressure
increased.  She groaned instead.

Alarm was next as the fact that a complete stranger was handling her at will, and
that she was powerless to resist registered in her consciousness.  Marina closed her
eyes and moaned softly when Alex started to roll her small nipples between his
calloused fingers.  "Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex cautioned.

Understanding dawned on Marina's pretty face like the morning sun when the big
Handler began to shake her breasts.  Marina strained helplessly at the wrist
restraints, clenching and opening her small fists fitfully.  She looked frantically
from his hands to his face.  He wasn't about to stop, and she was not going to be
able to stop him.  The man smiled at Marina as he shook her little breasts in short,
rapid bursts.

Humiliation...  Marina felt like a prize hog as she was forced to submit to the man's
attentions.

Rage hit like an avalanche.  After several minutes of his maddening shaking of her
beasts, Marina was ready to scream.  She was seething with anger at the man named
Alex and at the despicable creature who sat watching from behind his desk like this
was all some kind of sick exhibition.  But what also slowly crept into Marina's psyche
was fury and disgust that she felt resulting from her own impotence and inability to
do anything at all to help herself. 

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex began to coach.  He released his hold on the pink
tips of Marina's breasts, but then he slowly spread his fingers, cupping her and
covering her completely with his big hands.  "Look at me, Miss Nesbit," he said again
as he began to rotate his hands around and around, pushing back against Marina's
chest and crushing the tender cones between his palms and her rib cage.  He could
feel her developing mammaries beneath her warm skin.

Apprehension and Resignation when after a sudden increase in pressure, Marina
realized that this man could hurt her if he chose to.  He could do anything he
wanted to her, and she could do nothing to prevent it.

Without the slightest compunction, Alex turned and beckoned to his assistant who
observed from nearby.  His name was Timothy, and he was new to the Center. 
Timothy had been on the payroll for about two weeks, and like all new associates,
he'd been assigned only temporary responsibilities such as nightly Partnering
assignments or the occasional Group Correction Exercise.  Timothy was a quick
study though, and from what Alex had seen of him, he handled himself in a detached
and professional manner while working with the Guests.  Alex had therefore decided
to give Timothy a "career boost".  This was Timothy's first Induction Interview or
"Double I" as it was called, and as it turned out, was one of the very few group
inductions the Center had ever undertaken.

Usually Guests are introduced to their new responsibilities on an individual basis.  In
the case of Marina and Melanie, however, it was decided that it would be in the best
interest of their training to "Double I" the girls together, especially since they
would both be delivered to the same Client upon graduating.

Aware that the Headmaster's eyes were upon him, Timothy kept his mind focused as
he stepped beside Alex who, all the while continued to massage the young Guest's
breasts.  Timothy quieted his thoughts so that he could mentally record the
teenage female's facial expression and body language.  A detailed transcript of this
important data would later be expected by his boss.  The handoff went like
clockwork.  No sooner had Alex's hands left her chest, than Timothy's were upon
her.  Timothy held Marina with his hands on either side of her small breasts and his
fingertips on her rib cage.  He placed his thumbs over her areolae and pushed down
until she groaned, then began to orbit his thumbs in opposite directions, rotating
the entire breast mass in the process.  Outrage and indignation quickly bloomed on
the young female's face.

"Oh my God!" Marina gaped.  "He's letting another person touch me.  How could he?" 
Her gaze drilled into Alex's broad back as the chief Handler turned toward her
sister, Melanie.  

What the teenager was feeling, was the first glimmer of what is referred to as
Handler Devotion.  It's surprising to many of our Client's to learn that even though
these dedicated men take what many believe to be unheard of liberties with their
assigned Guests, over a period of weeks and months, the young ladies will often
develop attachments to their Principal Handlers, feeling a sense of loss and even
jealous animosity when they are temporarily placed with other staff members.

Marina groaned unconsciously.  This younger man was rougher than the first.  

"Silence!" he snapped.  Alex had let a few groans go unpunished, but Timothy
intended to do it "by the books" since this was his first time.  He pressed harder
with his thumbs.

As the dull ache spread through her chest and belly, Marina opened her mouth to
groan again.  As she did, the pressure on her sensitive flesh increased more still. 
Then suddenly Marina made the connection.  She snapped her mouth shut and the
aching pain lessened.

Timothy continued his caressing for several minutes, during which time he reminded
Marina several times to maintain eye contact.  Occasionally as an added incentive, he
would pinch one of her nipples unexpectedly.  Then abruptly he stopped.  After
gradually becoming accustomed to his rhythmical manipulation of her breasts,
Marina had closed her eyes momentarily.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Timothy droned.  As Marina looked into the green eyes
set into a not too bad looking face, the young Handler slipped his hands around her
torso.  Then, finding the small fasteners, Timothy expertly released the back strap
of Marina's brassiere, allowing the small support garment to hang loosely from the
shoulder straps.  Timothy's EMT shears came out of his holster like the pistol of a
gunslinger.  Two snips later, they were re-sheathed, and the remains of Marina's
brassiere lay atop the rapidly growing pile of ruined clothing at her feet.

Marina followed the fall of the brassiere with her eyes, but soon felt finger tips
beneath her chin.  She wasn't sure what he wanted, but one thing was obvious to
Marina, the young man was strong.  Even if she'd wanted to resist, Marina doubted
that she could have prevented him from raising her face to his.  He then stepped so
close to her that she could feel his breath against her face.  Marina's blue eyes
jumped from side to side as she studied the man's face just inches from her own. 
She winced slightly when his grip on her chin strengthened.  His green eyes bored
into hers.  His face was so very close that Marina couldn't see anything else.  She
thought she heard her sister whimpering beside her, but Timothy would not allow
her to turn her head.  Besides, it was at that moment that something happened that
Marina would never forget.

Timothy had practiced with several Guests on the Acceptance Frame, so he knew
how to handle himself.  A credit to the TYTC staff training programs, Timothy's
execution was impeccable.  While he held Marina's face immobile and with a
moderately strong grip so she would focus on the slight pain he caused her, Timothy
deftly slid his free hand into the teenager's panties.  Because the Acceptance
Frame positioned the Guests in the ideal stance, and because Timothy had taken it
upon himself to practice his technique repeatedly during his off hours, the shock
hadn't even registered on Marina's face before Timothy slipped his middle finger
between her plump labia majora, found and parted her petal-like inner lips, and
entered the teenager vaginally to the second knuckle. 

Timothy had done his homework, and because he had, he knew with certainty that
Marina was no longer a virgin.  An accidental defloration would have been a huge
"CLM" (Career Limiting Move) for Timothy at this point in his tenure with the
Center.  Generally all such procedures were directed to specialty departments and
personnel.  Some day Timothy might rise through the ranks and be responsible for
more complex operations, but for now, all he wanted to do was to meet the
Headmaster's expectations.

And so far, everything was proceeding very well.  Even though the young lady was
quite dry, Timothy's entry was smooth and unanticipated.  In fact, several seconds
passed before she even realized what had happened.  The notable widening of the
eyes accompanied by the characteristic mixed expressions of wonder and
puzzlement at last indicated to everyone in attendance that Marina recognized she'd
been compromised.  The young Handler felt her sweet breath puff against his lips
as the startled fourteen year old made a hurried mental assessment of her
situation.  Timothy held his impaling digit perfectly still inside of her, allowing
Marina to adjust herself to his presence.  She was exceptionally tight and quite
warm inside.  Timothy pushed in just a little deeper, all the while maintaining a grip
on Marina's chin and keeping his eyes locked onto hers.  Sooner or later she would
baulk.  It was inevitable, and Timothy would be ready for her.  Then unexpectedly,
Marina squeezed his finger.  It was a crushing velvety grip of exceptional strength. 
So much so that Timothy made a mental note to pass this observation along to the
boys in the Fitting Room where the young female would later be measured both
externally and internally.  

On the slim chance that Marina might be giving in prematurely to her situation and
actually begin to participate in his manual exploration of her femininity, Timothy
moved his finger slowly in and out of her once, then again, hoping that she might
squeeze him once more.  It was a long shot, and one that a more seasoned Handler
wouldn't have bothered with, but Timothy was young.  

After all, that's how we learn.  If there's one thing we've ascertained with certainty
over the years, it's that when dealing with the female of the species, there are no
certainties.  Fortunately, although Timothy was inexperienced, he was well trained. 
Not once after entering Marina did he ever move his eyes away of hers.  For this
reason, as the innocent expressions of puzzlement on her face began to cloud over,
and the lightning bolts of hostility and loathing, sparked in her blue eyes, Timothy
was not caught off guard.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Marina Nesbit screeched in a most unladylike manner.  

Jerking her chin free of his grip,   He let her go.   Marina again tried to take a bite
out of her Handler, and Timothy only narrowly escaped injury.  Straining mightily at
her bonds, the teenager tried desperately to escape the hand which invaded her
person.  The Acceptance Frame, however was designed in such a manner as to
severely hamper aggressive movements of the pelvis.  With her arms and legs
splayed so widely apart the only movement of any consequence that Marina could
manage was to thrust her hips backward and forward in what could only be
described as a natural humping motion.

"Let me go!" she shouted vehemently.  "Don't touch me, you bastards!  You fucking
bastards!"  She shrieked.

Marina flung her hips back abruptly and forcefully, hoping to catch the wicked man
off guard following her outburst.  She was near tears from frustration and rage.

Alex looked on approvingly from his position nearby.  Melanie sat in the chair in
front of him watching while her sister was systematically violated.  For Melanie, the
scene was so horrifying that she'd retreated into an almost catatonic state, which
allowed Alex disrobe her at will.  In fact while he watched his very capable
apprentice work with the feisty Marina, he'd already removed Melanie's knit blouse;
with the aid of his trusty shears, naturally.

Another string of curses issued from the frustrated female in the Acceptance
Frame.  Alex would have to talk to Timothy about that at another time.  Although
he was certain that the Headmaster highly disapproved of such outbursts, he also
knew that some allowances would be made because of the multiple induction.  "They
rarely went smoothly," Alex remarked to himself.  

He was quite gratified to see how well Timothy managed to stay with the young
teenager, frustrating her every effort to dislodge his probing finger.  After ten
minutes or so she began to tire, and her pelvic thrashing began to lessen in
intensity.   In five minutes Marina hung by her wrists in the frame, her hips
thrusting weakly and almost lewdly as she tried futilely to escape from Timothy. 
Alex noted that at one point, the young Handler was actually able to hold his hand
still and let Marina unwittingly fuck herself on his outstretched finger.

"Excellent work," Alex commented under his breath as he leaned down behind young
Melanie.  Reaching behind her back, he unfastened her brassiere.  Like her sister,
Melanie wore the light cotton garment more for show than for support.  Alex eased
the thin straps over the flawless, warm skin of Melanie Nesbit's shoulders.  The
young lady offered no resistance as he raised first one arm then the other in order
to free her of the brassiere.  He could have cut the straps, of course, but there
were times when even Alex would wax sentimental.

A few feet away, Marina was just about spent.  The fire in her eyes was no more
than a smoldering ember now.  Timothy handled  her at will, rubbing her, squeezing,
and probing.  Marina had self-lubricated after ten minutes time, allowing Timothy
even greater freedom and access to her depths.  Her shapely hips jerked now and
again whenever he palpated a particularly sensitive spot.

Bending behind Melanie, Alex reached under her arms and slid his hands around her
torso.  The girl didn't even flinch when he closed his fingers around her small
nipples.  For the next five minutes, the two of them watched Marina and Timothy
while Alex squeezed and kneaded the supple breasts of Melanie Nesbit.  Like her
sister, they were perfect.  Then in a moment of rare tenderness, Alex leaned down
and kissed the stunned young girl on the right side of her neck.

The intercom buzzed on North's desk.  He picked up the receiver so as not to
disturb his men.  He muttered a few words then returned the receiver to the
cradle.  He looked in Alex's direction.

His Chief Handler had managed to coax the timid one into a standing position near
the apparatus that held her sister.  While North looked on, Alex unzipped the small
zipper at the right hip of Melanie's skirt.  The young girl looked straight ahead while
Alex lowered her skirt to the floor.  Then without hesitation, the Chief Handler
grasped Melanie Nesbit's cotton panties and stripped the girl.  Alex then stood and
rested his hands on Melanie's shoulders.  Even though she was essentially
incapacitated, Alex knew better than to leave her unattended.  In the years that
he'd spent in the employ of TYTC, Alex had certainly seen young women in much
worse emotional condition, suddenly baulk and try to escape.  Induction was always
traumatic, and right now Melanie appeared to be almost comatose with shock, but
given adequate rest followed by some personal attention, Alex was certain that she
would be just fine.  They waited patiently for Timothy to finish with Marina.

It had taken the better part of an hour, but eventually the two Handlers agreed
that Marina was probably out of steam.  At least enough so that she wouldn't prove
to be a danger to herself or others.  Timothy cut away Marina's panties, and after
cautioning the head strong girl that she would immediately be returned to the
Acceptance Frame should she cause any further trouble, he released her.  Soon the
two sisters stood naked, side by side facing Adam North.  They were indeed a lovely
sight together.  Again North again remarked to himself just how fortunate his new
Client would be one day.  In addition to their small, perky breasts, the twin fourteen
year old sisters appeared to be devoid of pubic curls.  Personally, North preferred a
light covering at the very least, but he also knew that many of his Clients enjoyed
smoother female flesh beneath their finger tips.

Clearing his throat, Adam North addressed his Guests.  Behind each young lady
stood her Handler.  Melanie stood docilely in Alex's hands, while Marina attempted
repeatedly to shrug Timothy's hands from her shoulders.  "Ladies, I must apologize
for the lengthy induction process, but at times it's unavoidable."  He looked directly
at Marina.  She reddened noticeably, whether from anger or embarrassment, North
wasn't certain, and it really didn't matter at this juncture anyway.  "At the
conclusion of this meeting, you will be introduced into the our family and begin your
training.  The next time I see you two, I can assure you that you both will be
transformed into polite and accommodating young women."  

The girls said nothing.  Melanie stared ahead sightlessly while Marina tried to look
around.  From behind, Timothy grabbed a handful of blond hair and shook her
forcefully. "Pay attention, young lady!" he ordered.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Adam North looked at his two trusted
staff members.  "We're done here, gentlemen," he said.

From behind, Marina heard the distinctive sound of velcro being ripped open.  She
started to turn.  "Eyes forward," one of the Handlers barked.  Just out of the girl's
line of sight, Alex opened a tube of K-Y Jelly which he'd fetched from his belt
pouch.  After offering a dollop to his fellow Handler, Alex squeezed a small amount
of the lubricant onto his middle finger then spread it thoroughly with his thumb.
Replacing the tube into its pouch, he turned to Timothy.  With a nod from Alex, the
two Handlers mentally counted to three.  

"One...two...three..."

Marina squealed in astonishment as her Handler found his mark with practiced ease. 
The teenager was forced to raise up on her tip toes as the man's long middle finger
pushed deeply into her rectal passage.  A shuddering groan escaped her lips.  In a
fraction of a second, Marina felt the palm of Timothy's hand press against the
cheeks of her shapely bottom.  Beside her, Melanie was entered anally by Alex. 
Even in her subdued state of mind, Melanie reacted visibly to the presence of her
Handler.  It registered on her pretty face in the form of a surprised and thoughtful
expression.

From that moment onward, the two sisters would never again be empty back there
during their stay at The Youth Training Center.  "At TYTC, we believe that the way
to a girl's heart and mind is through her bottom."

Alex felt his young charge bear down on his finger with her strong sphincter
muscles.  With a hand resting on her shoulder to stabilize her, Alex pushed his
middle finger deeper into Melanie Nesbit.  She appeared to be delightfully fit.

True to character, Marina struggled against the latest invasion of her person. 
Timothy held a fist full of blond hair in his left hand while he proceeded to thrust
his finger forcefully into the resistant teenager repeatedly, the palm of his hand
slapping rhythmically against her buttocks.  He shook the girl by her hair saying,
"You will hold still, Miss Nesbit, if you know what's good for you."

"You bastard!" Marina shrieked as the horrible man's finger probed her unmercifully. 
She fought with her defiler for another few seconds before finally settling down. 
As she slowly complied, Marina recognized that the man reduced the intensity of his
anal attentions accordingly until at last, he only rubbed her firm buttocks in slowly.

"That's much better," Timothy muttered approvingly.  "I warn you, Miss Nesbit.  I'll
tolerate no further breaches of protocol.  Do I make myself clear?"  He pressed his
finger deeply into Marina.  The stubborn teen shuddered in his strong hands.  Then
at last she nodded a gasping consent.  Unconsciously she gave Timothy a decisive
squeeze.

The pretty sisters were then marched from the Headmaster's office.  Each was
held in check by her Handler who maintained a grip on her shoulder with one hand. 
His other hand was pressed tightly against his sweet charge's adorable little fanny
while with a finger he maintained Continuous Anal Presence.  The TYTC C.A.P.
program will be discussed in greater detail later.

After completing their Induction Interview, the Nesbit sisters were separated. 
Melanie was very frightened as she walked down the silent hallway followed closely
by a new Handler.  Alex, being the Chief Handler at the Center, was needed for her
sister's medical exam, so Melanie had been turned over to another of the TYTC
staff.  

Melanie's new companion was named Herb.  Herb had been with the organization for
many years, was exceptionally talented.  Being a long term member of the very close
knit family of dedicated men and women at TYTC, Herb was admired by all, and Alex
considered him to be the perfect choice to carry out this phase of the young
teenager's training.

The traumatic shock and subsequent near paralysis Melanie had experienced
resulting from her abduction, coupled with the dreadful interview she'd recently
been forced to endure was ever so gradually wearing off.  The man behind her
pulled her to the left when they reached a "T" at the end of the hallway.  They
passed by several solid looking doors, each bearing an engraved brass plate.  Melanie
was very curious about her situation and surroundings, but each time she tried to
look to the side to perhaps read one of the door signs, Herb corrected her
abruptly.

"Eyes straight ahead, young lady," he ordered sternly as they proceeded down the
passageway.  In a few yards, they stopped in front of a door.  When she was turned
to face it, Melanie looked up at a sign which read, "Defloration".  At her tender age
of innocence, Melanie Nesbit had no idea what the term meant or that it clearly
spelled peril.  Herb opened the door and usher her inside.

Melanie had almost forgotten that she was unclothed until the chill air of the sterile
looking room wafted over her.  She shivered, then as though just then discovering
her nakedness, Melanie hugged herself, covering her small breasts with her arms  A
door at the far side of the white tiled chamber opened and another man dressed in
white coveralls entered.  Unconsciously one of Melanie's hands dropped to cover
herself as the other man approached.

"Hi Herb," the second man said stopping directly in front of Melanie.  "New Guest, I
assume," he commented, reaching toward the blushing girl.  Instinctively, Melanie
recoiled from his touch.  She tried to look away and immediately felt the man
standing behind her tighten his grip on her shoulder.  The other man unabashedly
placed his fingers beneath Melanie's chin and forced her lovely face upward.  "Look
at me, young lady," he said with a voice of authority.  When Melanie timidly raised
her blue eyes to his, he smiled at her warmly.  Then like a finely choreographed
dance, the two men began Melanie's training.

"What's her name?" the stranger asked.  He continued to look Melanie directly in
the eye when he spoke.

"Brent, this is Miss Melanie Nesbit," Herb said to his co-worker.  "Melanie and her
sister, Marina are our newest Guests."

"Hello, Melanie," the man named Brent said, holding her gaze with his dark eyes like
a viper holds a sparrow captive before he strikes.  

Meanwhile, almost unnoticed by the young girl, Herb began to move his finger slowly
inside of her.  "Melanie's sister has been taken to the Fitting Room, and will
probably join us for lunch, but in the meantime young Melanie here has more
pressing business to attend to."

"Indeed," Brent said, his smile turning more ominous.  "Please, drop your hands to
your sides, Miss Nesbit," he said.  It was not a request.  Melanie slowly began to
recognize her peril, and her pretty face reflected her growing apprehension.  She
was suddenly very self-conscious and reluctant to expose herself in front of this
strange new man.  She hugged herself all the more tightly.  With her left hand, she
cupped herself, shielding herself from prying eyes.

"Do as you're told, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered from behind her.  He pressed his
finger in deeper, causing the teenager to groan.

The man named Brent stared intently into Melanie's eyes which grew rounder and
wider with her escalating alarm.  "Silence, Miss Nesbit!" he commanded the
distressed young girl.  "Drop your hands," he repeated.  Then he took Melanie's right
arm and pulled it slowly away from her chest.  She offered only partial resistance as
he pushed her arm down to her side.  "Remove your other hand, now, Miss Nesbit,"
Brent said sternly.  His resolve was very clear.

"Owww," Melanie moaned when Herb probed her again from behind.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit, and uncover yourself this instant," Brent threatened.  He
continued to hold the disconcerted girl locked in his hypnotic gaze while out of the
corner of his eye, he saw her left arm move slowly aside.  Without hesitation, Brent
smoothly slipped his hand in where her's had just recently been.

"Nnnnnoo," Melanie whimpered in fear.  Instinctively she tried to jerk herself away,
but found that the Handler behind her would not allow her to escape.  In addition he
started to move his finger inside of her bottom again.  Meanwhile, Melanie began to
tremble in a near panic as the man standing in front of her slid his big hand over
her, cupping her most intimate area.  Brent gazed into Melanie's widely staring eyes
as with a perceptive smile he started to rub her, touching the youngster where no
one had ever touched her before.

"Move your hand away, Miss Nesbit," Brent growled when she reflexively covered
his groping hand with hers.

"Sssttttppppppp," Melanie hissed miserably through clenched teeth, as she forced
herself to remove her hand from his, allowing the man to continue to squeeze and
rub and cuddle.  

This had to be the worst thing that had ever happened to her.  More than once over
the years Melanie had refused her sister's offer to "show her stuff".  Melanie never
failed to berate herself each time, however, calling herself a "big chicken" or worse. 
And if she didn't, Marina surely would, using her perceived "worldliness" to lash her
demure twin sister like a whip.  As a result of these emotional floggings, Melanie had
never allowed a boy to even get close.  Now the teenager stood trembling between
two grown men.  One had his finger in her rear end while the other touched
her...touched her... "You know!"  The experience was at the same time frightening
and demeaning, but somehow mysterious and exciting.  Melanie shut her eyes tightly
and tried to hang on to her sanity.  She wondered what Marina was doing and where
she was.

"Open your eyes, Miss Nesbit," Brent ordered, pinching Melanie in a place she didn't
know existed.  It got her attention.  Her blue eyes leapt open, and when she opened
her mouth to express her discomfort, Melanie received yet another revelation.

Brent moved with surprising swiftness as with practiced ease he stepped closer to
Melanie, pressing his body against her nakedness.  He snaked his right arm around
the teenager's shoulders and clamped her slim neck in the crotch of his elbow.  Then
pulling the vulnerable young girl to him he crushed his mouth roughly over her soft
lips.  Before she knew what was happening, his tongue was sampling the back of her
throat.

As was every aspect of Herb's and Brent's handling of Melanie Nesbit thus far, the
intense kiss was premeditated and an integral part of her conditioning exercises.  It
is a well known fact that pre-teenage girls who are unfamiliar with the ways of love,
regard a kiss as the ultimate expression of intimacy.  To a slightly lesser degree,
the same holds true for a girl in her early teenage years, especially if she has never
been touched before.  To take her orally, even in the form of a fervent kiss, is to
take her completely.

"Gmmmphh," Melanie huffed into Brent's mouth.  Her hands scrabbled ineffectually
at his shoulders as the man went about having his way with her.  His tongue roamed
freely about the interior of her mouth, sliding fluidly over her teeth and the inside
of her lips.  She gagged several times when he was somehow able to push his
surprisingly long tongue down her throat.

Each time she gagged, Melanie's tummy heaved, and Herb monitored a strong
squeeze around his steadily stroking finger.  

We have always found it remarkable the way the internal abdominal muscle groups
of the female anatomy can work either in concert or independently.  Our Guests
devote a great many hours to the conditioning of these vitally important muscle
groups and to the development of the skills needed to use them effectively.  Herb
knew without a doubt that young Melanie held great potential as a lover.  It would
be his duty and the duty of his fellow Handlers to provide her with opportunities
for discovery and practice.

"Maawwk," the young girl squawked into Brent's open mouth when he pinched one of
her marvelously resilient labia majora.  Thus far he had not ventured between the
two heavy and pliant folds of female flesh, effecting only external exploration for
the moment.  Melanie was wonderfully warm, and Brent could feel her feminine
moisture begin to assert itself.  She would be ready soon.

A full ten minutes passed while the two men administered to the young teenager.  It
came as no surprise to either Handler, when Brent at last removed his mouth from
hers, that Melanie had begun to participate, even if only on an elementary level.  

There is a widely known, yet hotly disputed theory which states that, "Given a
suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner or apparatus, employing the proper
techniques, for an adequate period of time, any female, regardless of the
circumstances of her involvement, will eventually become an active and willing
participant in the association."  It's the line which reads, "regardless of the
circumstances of her involvement" that is so vehemently contested by feminist
groups, and for obvious reasons.  No self-possessed, modern-day woman would ever
wish to admit, or even speculate, that she might eventually become a willing partner
in what began as a non-consensual relationship.  At TYTC we are convinced that this
concept is far from theoretical.  In fact it is one of the cornerstones of our
training philosophy.  We see it proven every day, as our Guests bloom and flourish. 
Our one hundred percent success rate clearly confirms that the right mixture of
patience and determination will always yield a contented, Fully Functional Female
with an exceptionally accommodating disposition.  

Melanie Nesbit was certainly no exception.  Brent noted that just prior to his
breaking off their impassioned kiss, the teenager had all but ceased to avoid the
touch of his tongue to hers.  Also, when he at last removed his arm from around her
then stepped back, he noticed a distinct blush of color glowing around her neck and
shoulders.  Melanie's delicate face was also flushed a rosy shade of pink, and her big
blue eyes had already taken on that distant and hazy appearance associated with
female arousal.

Without a word passing between them, Herb and Brent led the somewhat unsteady
young girl toward a bench-like apparatus in the center of the room.  Together the
two Handlers helped Melanie to kneel on the padded ledge provided for that
purpose.  At that time, Herb slipped his finger out of the teenager's rectum.  This
would be one of the very few times that Melanie would be without something
inserted into her anal passage, either human or artificial.

"Lie forward onto the table surface, Miss Nesbit," Herb instructed.  "We're going
to give you a minute to relax and collect yourself before we continue," he went on in
a calm voice.  Meanwhile, Brent stepped over to a cabinet against the far wall.  Being
borderline shocky, Melanie didn't argue with Herb.  She was actually grateful for
the chance to rest.  Bending at her waist, she slowly stretched herself out across
the padded surface of the "Defloration Stand".  

It felt a little weird to be in a half-kneeling, half-prone position, but suddenly
Melanie was too weary to care.  She lay her cheek against the cool vinyl padding and
closed her eyes.  Herb looked down approvingly at the young teenager's surprisingly
broad hips and shapely bottom.  With only a few minor adjustments, Melanie would
be in the ideal position for mounting.  He heard a cabinet door close and looked up
to see Brent return carrying a pneumatic vaccination gun.

The youngster heard more than felt the injection.  Her body jumped once in
surprise then lay motionless.  Herb watched the growing confusion in Melanie's big
blue eyes as Brent replaced the vaccination gun into its storage locker.

"I know you can hear me, Miss Nesbit," Herb said to her.  "Don't bother trying to
answer," he said stepping closer and leaning down so that his face was only inches
from hers.  "We have given you a dose of a drug called Ketamine," he said, speaking
softly.  "Ketamine is unique in that it only paralyzes the motor nervous system and
nothing else."  He smiled benevolently.  "In other words, Miss Nesbit, you cannot
move and you cannot speak, but you can still breath, obviously," he chuckled at his
little joke.  "Also, you can still feel when you're touched.  Here, let me show you," he
offered helpfully.  Herb kept his eyes on hers as he reached back and slipped his
fingers between Melanie's firm buttocks.  He didn't have to delve too deeply before
his finger tips met with her supple outer lips.  As he pressed his fingertips against
the warm, moist folds of flesh hidden between her firm thighs, he noted the subtle
changes in her eyes, and a slight flaring of her nostrils that indicated the girl knew
she was being handled.  "You see?" he murmured to the paralyzed teenager as he
removed his probing fingers and patted her affectionately on the bottom.

Brent returned to the Stand and set about making the final arrangements.  One at a
time, he moved Melanie's knees toward the outer edges of the kneeler.  Then as
though it was the most natural thing in the world to do, Brent squatted down behind
her.  

Meanwhile, Herb removed a padded block from a hidden recess under the Stand. 
The block was padded on all sides and could be used in several configurations if
needed.  Herb rotated the block until the side that had the deep "V" notch molded
into it was on top.  Then using both hands, he carefully raised Melanie's head.  There
was no resistance on the girl's part what so ever, as Herb turned her head, raised
her chin then placed it into the padded notch of the accessory block.  When he was
finished, Melanie's head was back with her chin supported in such a manner that she
faced the end of the table.  "That's a good girl," Herb murmured as he spread her
long blond hair across her shoulders.  He patted her affectionately on the top of
her head.  

Melanie became very frightened from the minute she realized that she couldn't
move a muscle.  She had no idea what was about to happen to her, but she somehow
sensed that it wasn't going to be pleasant.  She lay totally helpless while one man
arranged her head in the strange support cradle.  Then she felt but couldn't see the
other man move her knees apart.  Melanie's fears redoubled when first she felt his
hands touch her bottom, then she sensed that she was being spread open.  She
could feel the cool room air against her normally hidden flesh.  Melanie was
mortified to know that she was being visually inspected and was powerless to do
anything to prevent it.

Brent placed his big hands onto the young girl's excellent buttocks.  The flesh was
warm and resilient.  Carefully he spread her open.  Brent quickly discovered that he
would have to manually open the girl's heavy labia in order to properly inspect her. 
Pulling hard with his hands, Brent spread Melanie's rounded buttocks apart until her
little anus poked outward.  Then using his thumbs, he reached between her inner
thighs, parted the thick folds of flesh and was greeted by the ever so pleasant
sight of thin, dark pink petals, already sparkling with nectar.  Digging a little deeper
Brent was at last able to open Melanie completely.  When he leaned closer, he felt
that wonderful moist feminine heat against his face and was treated to a whiff of
her intoxicating scent .  Between Melanie's narrow and obviously unused labia minora
winked the entrance to her palace, the previously unchallenged portal to the
pleasures of her womanhood.  There was no doubt in Brent's mind that Miss Melanie
Nesbit was untouched.  He'd inspected literally hundreds of young ladies during his
lengthy tenure at TYTC and had been personally instrumental in helping many to
make that very special transition.  He could tell simply by looking at young Melanie
that she was going to be a joy to work with.  

"Camera ready?" Brent asked, looking at Herb over Melanie's pretty butt.  

Herb nodded.  He'd wasted no time.  While Brent inspected the youngster, he'd
positioned the video cameras and switched them on standby.  All of the deflorations
at the Center were taped.  Many of the Center's clients wished to preserve their
"Special Girl's" big day as a keepsake, and the Center also kept a video record of
practically every step in the training of its Guests, for research purposes.  

"OK, we're all ready then," Brent said.  Before he released Melanie's cheeks,
however, he did something that he did with every young virgin prior to her
deflowering.  It was kind of a trade mark with Brent.  Herb watched with a smile as
his partner lowered his face between the young girl's thighs.  Brent brought his
nose to withing an inch of Melanie's virgin flower.  Then with a long, slow inhale, he
took of a deep draft of her heady scent.  "It's like sniffing a fine brandy," Brent
always said.  "And every young lady has her own unique fragrance," he explains.  "It
takes a real connoisseur to tell the difference between some girls, but when you've
worked with as many as I have, you can tell.  You can definitely tell," he says with a
smile.  

Knowing his partner's routine well, Herb leaned down and looked into Melanie's eyes. 
A smile spread on his face when he saw the glimmer of alarm flash in those two
pools of blue.  From the other end of the table Brent made "yummy sounds".  His
face was buried between the young girl's thighs.  A full minute passed before Brent
sat back on his haunches.  His expression was one of thoughtfulness.  His mouth
and chin glistened with silky nectar.  Licking his lips, he said at last, "Excellent.  Not
too salty.  She keeps herself well, for a young girl."  Then glancing in Herb's
direction he commented casually, "You know, she tastes a lot like that feisty Asian
girl we worked with last week.  Remember her?" he asked as he stood up behind
Melanie.

"Mita, is her name," Herb recalled for his friend.  "She's still here, I think, and I
hear she's still a real handful."

"I figured as much," Brent said conversationally as he unzipped his coveralls.  The
coveralls that the Center supplied for its Handlers and attendants were designed to
unzip quickly.  The dual action zipper could be zipped up or down as needed.  "I could
see it in her eyes," Brent went on as he pulled his semi-flaccid manhood out and
started to stroke himself into full erection.  Placing one hand on Melanie's hip, he
stepped forward.  Brent, like all of the Handlers could bring himself to full erection
at will and very quickly, no matter what the circumstances.  He was about to
proceed when he stopped unexpectedly.

"Anything wrong?"  Herb asked.  He'd pulled a stool over in front of the Stand so
that he could monitor Melanie's expressions during her special moment.  He held a
clipboard for notes.

Again, the thoughtful expression appeared on Brent's face.  "She's a sweet kid," he
said almost tenderly.  Reaching for his belt pouch, Brent produced his tube of K-Y
Jelly.  "She's starting to self-lubricate, but she's still pretty dry.  I think I'll give
her a break."  He shrugged.  

Herb always knew that Brent had a soft spot.  "That's a good idea, man.  I'm sure
she'll thank you later."  He smiled down at Melanie then winked at Brent.

"Is that his...his tongue!!!!!" Melanie's mind screamed when she first felt the warm,
wet object touch her.  "Oh, God!" she cried silently as the man's mouth traveled
over her, tickling, probing, sampling.  The sensation was at the same time, ghastly
yet somehow exhilarating???  Thankfully it didn't last long.  If he'd persisted with
what he was doing back there, Melanie wasn't sure what would have happened.  The
sensations that flashed through her nubile femininity were like nothing she'd ever
imagined.  They were confusing and very powerful.  She didn't know whether she
wanted to cry or giggle. 

Brent took Melanie by her right hip once again.  The Stand had the young girl
positioned at just the right height.  He saw Herb switch on both cameras as he
squeezed the shaft of his penis in his left hand then lowered its slightly pointed tip
between the firm globes of the youngster's fine little rear end.  In his mind's eye,
Brent saw the young girl's untried vaginal muscles begin to clutch reflexively as he
pressed himself against her.  Although he knew very well that she was unable to
move any of her external muscle sets, Brent always maintained that he could feel a
slight trembling of flesh through the head of his penis as he hunted slowly up and
down in preparation for insertion.  He paused at her gates, allowing the youngster
one last moment as a child.

Melanie had, of course, seen a few dirty pictures in her time, so she wasn't totally
uninformed.  Still, when the smooth, hot object first made contact with her, it took
the girl a few seconds to put two and two together.  When the realization finally did
dawn on her, all she could do was to stare helplessly into the eyes of the man named
Herb who's face was just inches from her own.  He'd actually leaned forward and
rested his chin on folded arms for an even closer view.  The hot object moved
slowly up and down between her legs for a minute or so, then stopped.

As if on cue, Herb raised his head up off his arms, reached out and took Melanie's
wrists in his big hands.  Then, without a word, he tugged her arms toward the end of
the table, pulling her shoulders forward and causing her back to arch slightly. 
Melanie gave Herb a questioning look as her vaginal passage came into perfect
alignment for entry.  Herb nodded to his coworker then looked deeply into Melanie's
widely staring eyes.

Melanie gave a prolonged blink as what began as a slight stretching sensation,
quickly grew to uncomfortable proportions.  Herb watched her pink tongue move
tentatively behind slightly parted lips.  She stared helplessly at him, eyes wide with
apprehension and pain.  Another prolonged blink.

From outside the room marked "Defloration", a passerby would have heard a single
muffled cry as Melanie Nesbit became a woman.

"You're not putting me into that thing!"  Marina Nesbit had been quite adamant
about her decision not to allow herself to be placed into the evil looking chair.  

The head strong young lady had then proceed to kick and bight and scratch
unmercifully at Alex and the unfortunate Associate he'd asked to assist him.  Her
attempts at direct disobedience were not only absurdly nonproductive, but as
Marina would soon find out, they were also met with immediate and often
demoralizing rewards administered in some form of sexual interaction between
herself and either a Handler, another Guest or some exotic device.

As was bound to happen, Marina quickly found herself restrained in the oddly
shaped chair.  At first glance, the apparatus looked much like a birthing chair, but
that is where the similarities ended.  Unlike a birthing chair which is designed to let
things out, this specialty apparatus is designed to facilitate putting things in as well.

The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at approximately the same height as
a barber's chair and had controls that allowed it to be raised or lowered to any
height.  The entire chair could also be tilted, allowing its occupant to be seated
upright or leaned back into a recumbent position.  The real distinguishing feature of
the apparatus was the seat itself.  The seat bottom was split into two sections such
that the occupant's thighs are cradled and supported while leaving her buttocks
free and accessible.  Attached to the seat were two 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 which, like the leg extensions, were also
adjustable.  Additionally, 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.  Once seated in
the "Cooperation Seat", and restrained at the throat, arms and legs, a Guest is
completely immobilized.

In this remarkable seat, Marina Nesbit sat fuming.  In spite of the fact that she
was securely bound, hand and foot, the resolute young girl still fought her bonds. 
Turning her head as far as the neck restraint strap would allow, Marina spat at the
Handler named Gary who'd been charged with maintaining anal presence for her
while Alex busied himself with preparations at the lab bench against the far wall.

Following her examination, Marina would more than likely be given to Gary for
training, but that decision was up to Alex and those higher up in the organization. 
Gary easily dodged the spittle which the girl launched at him and continued to slowly
move his impaling finger in and out of her tight little bottom.  He gave the irate
teenager a patronizing smile.

Just then they both heard a muffled cry which came from somewhere else in the
complex.  Marina wondered briefly who the poor girl was who also was being
tortured by these insane monsters, but was quickly brought back to the present
when the horrible man named Alex suddenly appeared beside her.

"Is she still insisting on challenging the inevitable?" Alex asked his coworker while
he stared hard at Marina.  The head strong teenager glared at back at him
defiantly.

"She still wants to play 'tough girl'," Gary replied with a lilting chuckle.  "I suppose
some are just slow learners.  Her sister appeared to be a lot more cooperative,
didn't she," he added casually.

"Yes, well," Alex paused thoughtfully.  "We need to get started," he then said
purposefully.  Moving so that he could be assured of having the girl's undivided
attention, he began.  "Miss Nesbit what we need to accomplish here in as brief a
time as we can manage is a routine medical examination.  Your willing participation
will no doubt speed up the process considerably, however, I want to make one thing
abundantly clear to you before we proceed."  He paused for dramatic effect.  "Your
cooperation is not optional, Miss Nesbit."  He stared at her with his piercing grey
eyes.  He had to give the girl credit.  She did have courage.  Not once did she look
away or shrink from his ominous insinuations while he lectured her.  "We expect
obedience from our Guests, and obedience we shall have."  Again he waited.  Marina
said nothing.  

"I want you to answer a few questions for me," Alex said after an uncomfortable
period of silence.  The first was innocent enough and would hopefully put the willful
teenager more at ease.  "Are you experiencing any health problems, Miss Nesbit?"
Alex asked.  "Or are you under a doctor's care at the present time?"

Marina sat staring at her tormentor.  She hadn't expected such an innocuous
question.  After several seconds, she exhaled a long breath then shook her head,
indicating that she did not and was not.  

Alex paid very close attention to Marina's body language during this interview
portion of the examination.  The girl's shoulders had drooped noticeably following
his first question.  "Are you currently taking any prescribed medications?"

"No," Marina replied softly.

"Good," Alex thought to himself.  "She's starting to relax a bit."

"How about allergies, Miss Nesbit?  Are you allergic to any prescription drugs like
penicillin, for example?"

Marina lowered her gaze and shook her head.

"Good.  Your cooperation is appreciated, Miss Nesbit," Alex responded.  "Do you
drink alcohol or smoke cigarettes?"

"No way!" Marina answered quite rudely.  "I'm not stupid, you know."

Alex smiled patiently at her outburst.  Soon there would come a time when such
displays of willfulness and disrespect would become the stuff of another life for
Marina, but for now, Alex was willing to let a few minor transgressions pass
unpunished.

"Very well," he said flatly, and made a note on his clipboard.  "How about
recreational drugs then, Miss Nesbit?  Do you use marijuana or any other controlled
substances regularly or even sporadically?"  The teenage girl's expression of
shocked indignation was all the answer Alex needed.  "I'll take that as a 'No'," he
said.  Now for the more personal part of the interview.  "Tell me, Miss Nesbit.  Are
you on any program of birth control at this time?"  

Marina's expression abruptly turned hard.  Several seconds passed while she sat
silently refusing to answer the question.  Alex waited patiently.  The room was
utterly still with the exception of the occasional sticky sound caused by Gary's
finger moving in and out of Marina's back side.  The sounds were very humiliating to
the self absorbed teenager as she sat naked before her interrogator.  Not to
mention the fact that a total stranger had his finger up her back side in the first
place.

"We are informed by the gentleman who requested that you and your sister be
enrolled with us that you have been sexually active for more than a year, Miss
Nesbit," Alex continued matter-of-factly.  "Are you, or are you not taking
precautions, young lady?" he asked quite sternly.  

"Who are these people?" Marina's mind cried and not for the last time.  "And who is
this 'gentleman' who sent her to this awful place?"  The questions continued to flood
her mind until Alex interrupted her musings.  

"Answer me, Miss Nesbit," he ordered in a tone that left no room for debate.

Marina struggled with her own self-consciousness.  The question was of a highly
personal nature.  She looked sheepishly into the man's grey eyes.  Then in an almost
inaudible voice Marina said, "He pulls out."

"He what?" Alex asked.  He'd heard the answer but wanted her to repeat it, since it
so obviously made her uncomfortable.  Marina looked away.  "Look at me and answer
the question," Alex demanded.

"I said, he pulls out," Marina said at last.  As she did, she raised her eyes to his. 
Her characteristic defiance was back in spades.

Alex said nothing for awhile as he stared at the young girl.  Then in the most
patronizing tone of voice he could muster, he said, "He pulls out.  You mean coitus
interruptus, Miss Nesbit?  That's a rather unaccommodating way to treat a lover,
young lady, not to mention risky."  Marina glared at him.  She was both embarrassed
and angry.  "In any case, Miss Nesbit, you should be capable of satisfying a man
completely, and  given the proper training you will soon be doing just exactly that on
a regular basis."  He patted the stunned girl on her left knee.  "So tell me, Miss
Nesbit, how many lovers have you had to date, and how often did you entertain
them?" he asked casually.  Again, Alex already knew the answer to the question.  It
had been delivered purely for it's shock value.  He was forced to exercise great self
control to keep from bursting out laughing as he watched the disbelief bloom on the
lovely girl's face.  He placed his hand on her left knee and waited patiently.

Marina was speechless.  For several moments she was only able to splutter and
stammer in short indecipherable bursts.  "That....it....that's none of your damn
business!" she was at last able to get out.  "Who do you think you are?" she added
vehemently.  "You kidnap my sister and me.  Tie us up and abuse us.  You people are
monsters... disgusting... despicable monsters!"  

Alex waited calmly while her rebuke raged on.  "She is certainly a scrapper," he
reflected, watching Marina strain at her bonds, her small fists alternately clenching
and opening.  Alex did not acknowledge Marina's outburst, nor did he offer her any
explanations or justifications.  Instead he continued the interview in a calm,
controlled manner, "Are you in the habit of responding to your lovers' wishes, Miss
Nesbit, or do you routinely withhold sexual favors in order to get your own way?" 
He didn't give Marina time to respond before noting, "Judging from your previous
choice of contraceptive method, I would have to surmise that you are, what has
become the all too typical, self-serving young woman who uses her sexual prowess
to manipulate and to control.  Isn't that so, Miss Nesbit?"

Marina was so shocked by what Alex was saying to her that she didn't notice his
hand begin to slid slowly down the top of her thigh.  "You've become accustomed to
being in 'the driver's seat'.  Haven't you, young lady?" he leaned closer to her, staring
deeply into her clear blue eyes.  "Well, I have news for you, Miss Marina Nesbit,"
his voicing becoming more ominous.  "All of that behavior is ended right now."  To
reinforce his statement, Alex removed his hand from Marina's thigh, then without a
word, he pushed his middle finger into her vagina until his knuckles pressed against
the moist flesh of her womanhood. 

Marina squawked in stunned surprise, and began struggling against her bonds with
renewed vigor.  Never in her life would she have imagined that she would be treated
in such a manner.  "Leave me alone, you bastards!" she hissed through clenched
teeth, but her struggles and protests were to no avail.  No matter how hard she
tried to fight, the man named Gary, now seated slightly to Marina's right and just
behind her continued to move his finger slowly in and out of her back side.  It was a
thoroughly enraging and utterly demeaning experience for the head-strong
teenager.  And now, to make matters worse, for the second time that morning a man
had his finger inside of her.  Marina couldn't bear to look at him as he began to
search around inside of her most intimate spaces.

"Look at me, young lady," Alex ordered.  "This is not optional, Miss Nesbit.  Any time
that you are in the hands of one of our staff, you will always look him or her
directly in the eye, unless specifically instructed to the contrary.  Do I make myself
clear?" Alex continued to push his finger deeply into Marina while he awaited her
compliance.  

Alex knew the inside of the female reproductive system like the back of his hand. 
So when after a couple of minutes, the stubborn girl still had not obeyed him, Alex
did something with his finger that caused Marina to yelp in pain. 

Whatever the spot was inside of Marina that Alex knew about, it certainly got the
teenager's undivided attention.  "Quit, you bastards!" the obstinate girl shouted.   
"Owww, oh God!" Marina cried out when immediately Alex found that special sweet
spot once again.  

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," Alex said calmly.  

At last, Marina glared at Alex with an icy stare.  "Fuck you!" she hissed in a most
unladylike fashion.  

Alex returned her hostile stare with professional calmness.  Then after making a
mental note regarding Marina's exceptional vaginal fitness, Alex slowly removed his
finger.  Already it glistened with slippery nectar.  "Very well, Miss Nesbit," he said. 
"That certainly can be arranged.  Perhaps that is exactly what you need to help you
to gain some humility."  Without another word, Alex moved out of Marina's field of
vision and over to a wall intercom unit.  

Marina waited not knowing what might happen next.  She'd nearly become
accustomed to the man's finger moving slowly in and out of her rear end.  It was like
he was a part of her, almost.  Just then, the door opened and three young Handlers
filed into the room.  Marina felt a renewed sense of embarrassment when the three
men, led by Alex moved to a position directly in front of her where she sat spread
open in the Cooperation Seat.  "What the..." she started to ask, when Alex cut her
off.

"Gentlemen," he began, addressing his coworkers.  "I'd like for you to meet Miss
Marina Nesbit.  Miss Nesbit arrived here this morning.  As you can see, she is an
attractive girl, but she seems to be having a difficult time adjusting to our way of
life."  Marina listened with growing astonishment while she was discussed like a side
of beef.  "Gary has been good enough to provide anal presence for Miss Nesbit, but
I think the best thing for her at this time is to make her the center of your
attentions for a few hours.  Perhaps after that, she will be more cooperative.  We'll
see."  Alex glanced at his wristwatch.  "I'll be back around two o'clock."  

Having given his instructions, Alex simply walked away without so much as a glance
back in Marina's direction.  Stunned at first, Marina didn't know what to think.  Then
she looked up at the three men.  "What's going on?" she wondered aloud, her
apprehension growing rapidly.

Marina's query wasn't answered verbally.  In fact the first sound to be heard was
her groan of astonishment and dismay as the first man's penis forced its way into
Marina's rarely visited womanhood.  There had been no warning and certainly no
foreplay.  No sooner than the door closed behind Alex, the first man unzipped his
coveralls and removed his penis from its confines.  Then like all of the staff of
Handlers at TYTC, the man was able to bring himself to a full erection of
considerable size in mere seconds.  

"Hey, w...wait a minute!" Marina was able to gasp as the Handler stepped forward
between her legs.  Then, as though he were performing a simple, everyday task, the
man leveled his penis, pressed its tip against Marina, and entered her swiftly and
smoothly.  

Caught completely by surprise, Marina's body stiffened reflexively as her mind
wrestled numbly with the fact that a total stranger was having his way with her. 
Her eyes grew wide in shocked disbelief as the sensations of the man's penis
pushing aside the convoluted walls of her nubile vagina assaulted her understanding.

When at last the full impact of the insane reality of her situation set in upon her,
Marina exploded into a tumultuous tirade of curses and senseless raging shrieks
that were, no doubt heard throughout the Induction Wing of the Center.  Marina's
attendants as well as the other members of the staff who were within ear shot of
her hostile diatribe, naturally paid her no mind.  Such outbursts were to be
expected in the beginning, and as busy as the Center had been lately, these sorts of
protests were heard almost daily.

"You bastards!"  Marina shrieked.  She wrenched and wrestled wildly with the
restraints of the Cooperation Seat.  "Let me go, you son of a bitch!" she yelled,
glaring hotly at the man standing between her legs.  "Let me g... Ohhhh, gdddd..."
Marina groaned through clenched teeth when the head of the man's penis arrived at
her spiritual center.

Marina had allowed herself to be seduced recently on only two previous occasions,
and both times by the same man, Mr. Graves, her history teacher.  Mr. Graves was
not what one would refer to as a virile man.  On the contrary, he was middle aged,
married and rather shy, actually.  But he gave Marina what she wanted.  A good
grade, and that feeling of power she derived from the knowledge that she could
dominate an adult male.  With only the promise of carnal favors, Marina found that
she could bend most men to her will.  She'd taken pity on Graves, however and
delivered.  The first occasion had been just before mid-term exams  The second had
been more recently, and Marina still wasn't sure why she'd allowed their second
engagement.  Mostly out of pity, she supposed.  The poor man was so totally
enchanted by her, risking both his family and his career, that the beautiful teenager
had decided to allow him another "taste of nirvana".  Marina was omnipotent, indeed. 
The actual sexual act had been less than satisfying for Marina on both occasions. 
She'd responded to Graves' amorous attentions mechanically and with a cool
aloofness.  And as she'd admitted to Alex, when Marina had sensed her history
teacher's growing state of arousal, she'd pushed him off of her.  Then she'd further
emasculated the older man by making him apologize to her for "messing up her
dress" with his ejaculate.

When she is taken against her will, Rage is the first emotion experienced by a
female once she is over the shock of the initial penetration .  For Marina the tables
had turned.  The framework and rules of her sexuality had drastically changed, and
she was livid.  In fact, she was so enraged that she barely noticed when her new
companion began to make love to her.  Conducting himself like a true professional,
the young man, started with a slow and purposeful succession of thrusts, not
intended to cause discomfort, but rather to allow his young subject to respond to
him of her own free will.  A compliant response at this early stage of her
conditioning, was of course, unlikely, and true to form, Marina would have none of it. 
When at last she realized what was happening, the irate teenager redoubled her
efforts to escape.  Shutting her eyes tightly, Marina struggled mightily against the
velcro restraints of the Cooperation Seat, but due to the remarkable design of the
piece of specialty furniture, she was unable to move more than a few centimeters in
any given direction.  Certainly not far enough to escape her lover's amorous
attentions.  As mentioned earlier, the man was quite well endowed, and easily
maintained a steady cadence, moving in and out of the young girl with alacrity. 

With the exception of Marina's spirited protests, the atmosphere in the room was
quiet and businesslike.  The young Handler who currently attended to Marina said
nothing at all while he went about fulfilling his assignment.  The two other men
who'd been ushered in by Alex prior to his exit took up a position to one side of
Marina's seat in order to monitor her progress.  Gary, of course, sat just behind and
to the right where he diligently maintained what the Center refers to as CAP or
Continuous Anal Presence for Marina.  More on the CAP Program later.  All four
men, in any case, remained markedly silent.  

For Marina, the quiet and purposeful manner in which her rape proceeded was not
only infuriating, it was very disconcerting as well.  It was, of course, all a part of a
well planned operation, one that had been employed successfully for years.  The
silence was instantly broken, however, when Marina shut her eyes as a result of her
struggles.

"Open your eyes," Marina heard one of the men say.  It was the man who was raping
her, she realized, when out of curiosity, she obeyed.  No sooner had she opened her
eyes, than the horrible man, whom Marina would later come to know as Michael, said
sternly, "Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Nesbit."  His steady cadence never
faltered.  

Marina glared at him icily.  She was becoming more aware of his presence.  "Fuck
you!" she hissed!  She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side.  The padded
neck strap allowed her that much movement.  

The men exchanged knowing glances, and Michael smiled.  They had all noticed that
Marina's last expletive had been delivered with ever so slightly less conviction.  One
of the two observers moved to a position directly behind the Cooperation Seat. 
Taking the young girl's head between his big hands, the man turned Marina's face
back to that of her lover.  "Look at me, Miss Nesbit.  Look at me while I make love
to you," the man named Michael ordered.  

Although she was unable to resist the second man's efforts to hold her head,
forcing her to face her defiler, Marina refused to open her eyes.  "Fuck you, you
bastards!" she swore through clenched teeth.  Her eyes remained tightly shut.

Gary, like all of the trained staff at TYTC, also had a more than adequate working
knowledge of the female anatomy which Marina soon found out.  After hooking his
invasive digit inside of her rear end, he'd scratched his fingernail over a well known
area of tender anal flesh.  The resulting flash of pain was startling in its intensity. 
So startling in fact, that the man's action instantly resulted in Marina's blue eyes
shooting open wide and staring with astonishment.  Her mouth opened as well, and
out of it issued a surprised guttural grunt followed by a string of profanities most
unbecoming a young lady.  

All the while, the man named Michael continued to deliver his slow and deliberate
strokes to the obstinate teen.  Each thrust ended with the tip of his penis pressing
firmly against the girl's cervix.  Without ramming Marina, the Handler steadily filled
her to capacity again and again.  With each exodus, Michael stopped just as the
head of his manhood began to pull at the inside of her gates.  Then the process was
repeated with a fluidity of motion that was so entirely unassuming that the angry
young female was slowly becoming aroused without even realizing it.

"That's much better, Miss Nesbit," Michael said condescendingly when at last her
most recent tirade ended.  "You must always look at your lover whenever you are
touched."  Marina lowered her gaze.

Humiliation and extreme Self-consciousness are the second symptoms resulting
from a non-consensual engagement.  Self-doubt follows quickly.  

"How did I let myself get into this horrible mess?" Marina brooded.  "How can I let
them do this to me?"  Marina groaned softly, her thoughts drawn inexorably toward
the mass of flesh that moved in and out of her abdomen.  She was becoming
disoriented and confused. 

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the horrible man between her legs repeated calmly.  

Anger flooded back into Marina's mind.  "The audacity of the man," her thoughts
cried.  Out loud, the teenager hissed, "You'll all pay for this, you fucking animals!" 
She cast her gaze from one dispassionate male face to the next.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Michael ordered.  "You shall not speak unless told to speak. 
Now look at me, Miss Nesbit.  Look at me while I make love to you."

Unlike her previous love interest, Mr. Graves, who on both occasions that they'd
coupled, gave obvious signs of his impending climax, the young man who currently
engaged Marina gave her no warning what-so-ever.  To her horror, Marina
discovered much too late that she was staring directly into the man's dark eyes, an
expression of dumb wonder on her flushed face as an unusual sensation of creeping
internal heat gradually began to spread through her pelvic region.  "Uhh!" Marina
gasped softly, her blue eyes growing wider suddenly as she peered within in
response to his first significant spurt.  She tried to look away, but found she could
not.  Her eyes helplessly locked to his, Marina found it very upsetting that a sense
of shame was creeping into her psyche.  It was so very subtle at this point that the
mild chagrin registered only in Marina's subconsciousness.  Michael gave her a
curious sort of smile.  He, of course, recognized the teenager's growing subliminal
self-loathing, knowing that it was the direct result of her inherent awareness that
her body was responding to his attentions despite the perceived unfortunate
circumstances.  When his second offering hit the very back of her vaginal passage,
touching Marina deeper than she would have imagined possible, the head strong
teenager started to suspect that something was amiss.

"Huuhh," Marina huffed when Michael pushed himself deeper.   A third issuance of
liquid fire touched her deeply.  Marina heard a wet, squishing sound just before she
felt the first of her lover's seminal deposit squeeze from around his deeply seated
male engine and trickle downward between her buttocks.  The cool room air felt
chilled against its trail of dampness.  "No, you... you... didn't.. didn't?" she half
whispered, half whined.  At that moment the realization dawned upon Marina that
she'd been inseminated for the first time in her life, and by a complete stranger. 
An all encompassing sense of powerlessness washed over her as in her mind's eye,
Marina watched the tiny emissaries of her lover darting to and fro over and through
the fluffy convolutions of her interior.  Eventually a division of beautiful swimmers
found and breached the tightly sealed entrance to Marina's inner sanctum. 
Everything about her that was female knew that she'd been impregnated by the
man.  

More on the psychological effectiveness of non-consensual encounters later.

As the young girl lay contemplating the ruination of her life, the man pulled out of
her unceremoniously.  The resulting wet "splop" was deeply disturbing to Marina, and
unconsciously, she found herself resenting him for treating her so casually
afterward.  

"After all, they'd... they'd... they'd what?" Marina asked herself.  "Made love?"  It
dawned upon Marina quite suddenly just exactly what she'd allowed herself to think. 
She was in the process of reprimanding herself for such thoughts and therefore
wasn't paying attention.  Abruptly, however, Marina was transported back from her
mental detachment when a second stiff penis slid into her.  Opening her eyes at
last, the teenager discovered that one of the other two men was in the process of
fucking her.  That's right.  This one was fucking her, not making love.  He was much
rougher than the other guy.  Fortunately for Marina, however, she was thoroughly
lubricated from the residual semen of her first lover, and the room resounded with
the sloppy suction sounds of the second man's efforts with the unhappy teenager.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," the man ordered when Marina closed her eyes in an
attempt to escape her humiliation.  He rammed himself deeply into her.  

"Ow!  Fuck!" Marina howled, her anger quickly returning.

Unexpectedly from her right, Gary spoke up.  "Silence, Miss Nesbit!"  He leaned
around so that Marina could see him if she turned her head within the limits of the
throat restraint.  "You know, Miss Nesbit," he began.  As he did, Marina became
acutely aware of the fact that the man still had his finger buried in her back side. 
In fact, he'd been there the whole time.  Even while her second man of the morning
fucked her with ever increasing enthusiasm, Marina felt Gary's finger.  It was
always there, no matter what, and it always would be.  "You know, Miss Nesbit, you
seem to like to curse quite a bit.  More than is becoming for a girl of your tender
age, I might add."  

Even though she was being well serviced by another man, Marina turned and stared
at Gary with a look of disbelief.  "He's lecturing me!" her mind cried in bewilderment. 


"I think we should teach you the manner in which we believe a young lady should use
her mouth."

Marina didn't like the sound of that at all, and her expression said so.  

Chuckling at her obvious distress, Gary asked, "Have you ever had a man's penis in
your mouth, Miss Nesbit?" as if he were asking her if she'd ever eaten a
cheeseburger.  

Marina was so shocked by the question that she momentarily forgot about the fact
that she was being raped by another man at that very moment.  The very thought
of what he suggested was utterly repugnant to Marina.  In fact, Mr. Grant had once
asked her the same thing.  She'd been so angry she told him she never wanted to
see him again.  For two weeks, Marina totally ignored her history teacher until the
poor man was beside himself with remorse.  Marina swore that there was no way she
would ever let a man do that to her, and the fact that a total stranger would ask
her such a thing totally incensed her.  Unfortunately, Marina failed to think before
answering.

"No fucking way!" she answered, sealing her immediate fate.

Gary appeared to ignore her unseemly outburst then asked, "And what would you do,
Miss Nesbit, were I to order you to let one of these fine gentlemen place his penis
into your mouth?"

With a cold hostility, Marina answered without a moment's hesitation.  "I'd bight it
off.  If any one of you bastards thinks he wants to give it a try, go ahead," she
went on with her characteristic arrogance.  "It'll serve you right, that's for sure!" 
Marina's lover had paused temporarily, allowing the haughty teen her "day in the
sun".  He knew what was about to happen.

Gary returned Marina's determined stare with an expression of calmness.  Slowly his
finger moved in and out.. in and out.. in and out.  After a moment he glanced in the
third man's direction.  "Get it," he ordered.  While Marina's lover went back to work,
the third man, the one who'd said nothing all morning, stepped out of her field of
view.  When he returned a minute later, he held a metal contraption that looked like
an orthodontic device, a retainer of some sort.  "Slow down for a minute, Kurt,"
Gary said to his coworker, "'til we get her wired up."  Ignoring Marina's fearful look,
Gary said to the third man, "Go ahead, Ned.  You do the honors this time.  I'm sure
Michael won't mind holding her for you."

"Wha.....?" Marina squawked in alarm when the man who'd just recently had his way
with her stepped behind her chair and grabbed her head between his two powerful
hands.  

Before Marina could think to resist, Michael wrenched her head around so that she
now looked straight up at the ceiling.  Leaning over her from behind, Michael said in
a commanding tone of voice, "Open your mouth, Miss Nesbit."

Fear gripped Marina as she stared up into Michael's cool green eyes, but she was
determined not to cooperate.  Just then her lover rammed her good and hard.  

"Ahhhhuugghh," Marina gasped, opening her mouth wide.  When she did, Michael
took advantage of the situation.  Using his thumbs, he pushed Marina's cheeks
inward between her jaws, temporarily preventing her from closing her mouth. 
That's when the silent man by the name of Ned stepped forward holding the sinister
looking apparatus.  

"Mo.. Uh-uh.." Marina croaked, trying to shake her head free.  Fright filled her eyes
as Ned moved the appliance made of shining steel wire and wing nuts toward her
mouth.  "Awwwkkkk," the distressed squawked helplessly as the two men
manhandled her.  The one called Ned deftly spread her lips back while he positioned
the thin steel plates between her teeth.  Then with Michael's help, the retaining
strap was placed around the back of her neck.  All that remained was for Ned to
adjust the big wing nut which lay close to Marina's left cheek.  Slowly and
inexorably the two wire halves of the jaw spreader separated opening Marina's
mouth wider and wider.  When at last he saw her wince in pain, Ned stopped.  Then
turning the adjusting screw the other way a bit, he allowed the girl's jaws to close
slightly until he saw in her eyes that the pain had subsided.  Marina gazed up at the
men with terror in her eyes as she lay there bound to the Cooperation Seat while
one man continued to have his way with her.  Now her mouth was wired open by a
horrible device leaving Marina feeling even more vulnerable.

"I don't think you'll be bighting anyone now, my dear," Gary said as he pulled her
face toward him with his free hand.  "Hold her Michael," he said to his partner who
still stood behind Marina's love seat.  Obligingly the other Handler placed his palm
against Marina's left cheek, effectively preventing her from turning away from
Gary.  "You have such a pretty mouth, Miss Nesbit.  Too bad you choose to fill it
with such nasty words so often."  Without warning Gary reached into Marina's
mouth with his index finger.  "Such pretty white teeth," he murmured as he moved
his invading finger over the backs of her teeth and gums then up to the roof of her
mouth.  

Marina made a hideous squawking sound and struggled to free her head from under
Michael's hand.  

"And such a sweet pink tongue," Gary said, ignoring her distress.  Finding her supple
tongue with the tip of his finger he followed its attempts to escape him.  With all of
her might, Marina tried to bight down on him, to defeat the horrible appliance in her
mouth, but to no avail.  Marina had never felt so dehumanized.  At the other end of
her body, a stranger's penis moved more quickly now, and almost unnoticed, Gary's
ever present finger explored her posterior passage.  As Kurt's amorous thrusts
increased in both vigor and rapidity so did the wet sounds of love which emanated
from between Marina's thighs.  

"Sounds like she's pretty wet still, Kurt," Gary remarked good naturedly.  Kurt
nodded.  "Cause she's getting a little dry, back here."  He pushed his finger deeply
into Marina, causing her to groan.  "I know," Gary said, pretending like he'd just had
a fresh idea.  "Maybe our little lady will help us out."  Smiling wickedly into Marina's
terrified face, he asked, "You'll help me get you wet back there, won't you, my
dear?"  Marina blinked in surprise when for the first time in over and hour she
suddenly found herself with nothing in her anal passage.  She was so surprised in
fact that she failed to realize what was about to happen to her until the pungent
smell of feces assaulted her senses.  The next thing Marina knew the man named
Gary pushed his foul smelling middle finger into her mouth and started to feel about
her cheeks and under her tongue.  Marina gagged horribly when she recognized the
bitter taste of her own feces on his finger.  

"Cawwwkk," Marina croaked when after a minute, Gary removed his moistened finger
from her mouth and returned it to her nether passage.  Then after moving it in and
out several times, Gary pulled his finger out of Marina's rear end and popped it back
into her mouth.  In this manner, after several repetitions, Gary was able to transfer
enough saliva from Marina's mouth to her anal passage to act as a lubricant.

During this entire ordeal, the second man continued to fuck Marina with marked
enthusiasm.  Gary knew from working with Kurt in the past that he was preparing to
make a deposit.  Satisfied that Marina was suitably well lubricated, Gary pushed his
middle finger deeply into her anal passage, and waited patiently.  He was most
gratified to feel two things.  The first was the fact that the young girl's anal
muscles which mirrored her vaginal contractions appeared to be working overtime,
and secondly, Gary felt her hips tugging at her bonds in time to her lover's thrusts. 
Marina Nesbit was beginning to make the transition from victim to participant.  Her
body was fucking back.  

Then with an unexpected chuckle, Gary looked up at Ned and Michael.  "Jeeze...I
almost forgot, gentlemen.  I'm finished with her mouth.  She's all yours," he said
cheerfully.  

Marina Nesbit, age fourteen, swallowed her first penis at the exact moment that
Kurt, her second lover of the day, gave up his first offering of semen to her.  It
was most certainly a momentous occasion for the youngster, and one that she would
surely never forget.

Marina had seen pictures of women on their knees with their noses buried in the
tufts of pubic hair of their male partners.  She knew what they were doing, and
always considered the act to appear supremely demeaning.  No picture could have
prepared Marina, however for the sensation of having a man's penis introduced into
her mouth between her lips and teeth held open wide, buy a malicious jaw spreading
apparatus.  The back of the Cooperation Seat was lowered, reclining Marina further
still, and bringing her head to the proper height.  Then Ned held her face turned to
the side while Michael pushed the head of his penis into her open mouth.  Marina's
eyes opened widely in shock as she felt for the first time, the smooth head of a
penis press against the back of her throat.  At the same time, of course, Kurt
unleashed his torrent, adding another dimension to her experience.  A brief gurgling
sound was all that was heard from Marina as the now familiar feeling of heated
ejaculate spread throughout her belly.  The reason for the brevity her verbal
response to her lovers' attentions was the fact that at the same time, the head of
Michael's penis "rounded the corner".  Marina's entire body trembled quite violently,
and her small hands clenched into two tight fists beneath the velcro restraints.
Placing one hand on her forehead and the other behind her neck, Michael drew
Marina forward onto himself, and just like in the magazine photographs, Marina's
nose nestled into his pubic curls. 

Marina barely noticed the switch when Kurt pulled out of her and Ned took over. 
However, now that she had a fresh lover on either end, the intensity of Marina's
romantic experience increased.  The two men worked well together.  Had the
threesome been viewed from above, at one point it would have appeared that Marina
had one continuous male shaft passing through her body as her two lovers
alternated thrusts.  

Michael and Kurt naturally monitored each other's progress, so when the time was
right, the men made a joint offering.  This represented another first for Marina
when Michael unloaded down her throat.  Simultaneously, Ned seeded the young
teenager, her third insemination of the day.  The four professional Handlers would,
if nothing else cause Marina to think of herself as a semen receptacle, and that was
progress.

We close this chapter with Kurt, stepping up to the plate for a second go at Marina. 
Stay tuned for the next installment, and we'll look in on Melanie Nesbit.  We
suspect that the shy and subdued young lady will have an easier time of it than her
head strong sister.

Continued in TYTC 3.2