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. 3.2 - The Twins
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.

Deflorations are routine at The Youth Training Center.  They are performed almost
daily, especially since the number of incoming new Guests continues to rise.  The
procedure can be delicate, and therefore is not generally performed by just any
Handler or Associate.

It has long been known that the taking of a young lady's virginity can be a  very
significant event in her life, and one that she will usually remember for  many years.
The fact that, in a young girl's life, this single experience is so symbolic  and
indelible, prompted us to study the phenomenon very thoroughly.  As a result  of
many years of research and observation, the process of defloration has been  fully
integrated into our program of conditioning, and it remains today a valuable 
teaching aid.

With but a very few exceptions, at TYTC, our Guests make that momentous
transition from child to womanhood under carefully controlled conditions in
specialized chambers known as "Defloration Rooms".  By employing the most
technologically advanced equipment and techniques, we attempt to provide  each of
our young ladies with a most unforgettable experience.

Occasionally, if it is deemed appropriate, a Guest is deflowered using  mechanical
means, but we use this method sparingly.  Mostly this technique is  reserved for
exceptionally young subjects where the girl might otherwise be injured.   We want a
Guest to regard her first experience with a male as compulsory and inevitable, but
we see no reason for it to be excruciatingly painful or physically damaging.  It has
been proven, however, that any negative  psychological effects resulting from the
occasion will disappear in time as the Guest  continues to be provided with bountiful
and diverse sexual impetus.  Thus, shortly after  our youngest Guests are
deflowered, they are introduced to male companions to  begin their education.

We have long felt that the occasion tends to leave a more profound impression on a
young lady when a human element is involved.  As a rule, we  employ the services of
Handlers who have undergone many hours of detailed training specific to this
sensitive procedure in order to ensure the quality and  consistency of the
experience.  At that special moment when she accepts her first lover, his face will
be indelibly embossed upon her memory, making that person a  pivotal character in
her new life at TYTC.

One truly fascinating aspect about this part of her training is that as  often as not,
a young lady will later develop a respectful and binding relationship with her  first
lover, regardless of the circumstances of her initial coupling.  This  devotion can
then be molded and developed into a powerful motivation for her to do well in her
training.

Although it was not Herb who's penis deftly tore away young Melanie Nesbit's
guardian membrane, it was his face that the youngster would remember  forever.
Lying face down atop the Defloration Stand, a piece of equipment designed
specifically for this very special occasion, the fourteen year old achieved
womanhood with but a single muted cry.

It is  well known  that the rear entry or Service Position One properly  aligns the
vaginal passage to allow maximum penetration.  At the same time, the  kneeling
position is widely believed to be the most submissive position for the  female.  At all
times during love making she is under the control of her companion which  helps to
instill a sense of servility that she will hopefully carry with her into  future
engagements.

The Defloration Stand is an uncomplicated device designed to facilitate the  rear
entry.  It is a low table approximately four feet in length and three feet  wide.  It
has a padded vinyl top and a kneeling bench at one end.  The Guest kneels  upon the
lower padded bench, bends at the waist then positions herself face down upon  the
vinyl covered upper surface.  Once her knees are spread sufficiently on the 
kneeling bench, the Guest's vaginal passage will lie parallel to the table's surface.   
When used in conjunction with the drug Ketamine, no restraints are necessary, but
if a  more animated experience is desired, she can be easily bound to the device
using  standard restraints.

Melanie Nesbit was placed face down on just such a device.  She was then  given an
injection of Ketamine, the specialty drug which causes temporary paralysis  of the
motor nervous system while leaving the reproductive, sensory and endocrine
systems intact and fully functional.  Then while her new Principal Handler,  Herb,
held her arms outstretched in front of her which served to further align the  young
teenager's birth canal, the last vestige of Melanie Nesbit's childhood was  skillfully
swept away by Herb's fellow Associate, Brent.  Sitting directly in front of  the
young girl, Herb observed every poignant wince and wide-eyed display of  surprise
and wonder on the little blond's face as, after lining up his approach  precisely,
Brent pushed the slightly pointed head of his penis through Melanie's virginal 
membrane and into her previously unvisited interior.

As always, it was a touching experience for all concerned.  Herb never tired  of
witnessing the delightful expressions on a young girl's face as she accepts  her
first lover.  Brent, having trained for many hours for this moment, experienced a 
deep sense of fulfillment and closure.  And for young Melanie the episode would,  of
course, never be forgotten.  The apprehension she'd experienced initially,  the
stretching and brief stinging surge of carnal anguish leading up to that  magical
moment, were forever etched upon Melanie Nesbit's psyche.

The cry of her passage into womanhood was brief as Melanie's attention was 
quickly drawn to the spell binding sensations of internal heat and fullness that 
flooded throughout her being.  Because she was in the hands of experts, the initial 
pain and trauma of her special moment was lessened considerably.  Where a less 
experienced partner would probably have begun to deliver to the youngster right
away,  Brent conducted himself like the highly trained professional that he was.  
Although his young partner's nubile vaginal muscles were exceptionally fit and the
portal  to her unexplored depths gratifyingly tight, Brent exercised remarkable 
self-control and resisted the temptation to bull his way into the girl.  He glanced
down between  Melanie's shapely buttocks where the balance of his eight inch penis
remained  unsheathed for the time being.  The Handler held perfectly still, allowing
Melanie's  anatomy to adjust around him.  He could not see her face, since Herb had
positioned her  head in the table's chin cradle, but he was able to enjoy her soft
whimpers and  moaning when after a few moments, he advanced into her a little
farther.  He was  instantly rewarded with a crushing vaginal contraction.  Brent
made a mental note to  mention in Miss Nesbit's file that she would not need Kegel
training for awhile.  So  sudden was her contraction, in fact, that Melanie caught
Brent off guard, partially  forcing him out of herself.

"She's very good," Brent commented approvingly to his partner who sat  studying
the youngster's face.  Glancing down, he noticed that the end of his shaft was 
coated with a pinkish, silken fluid.  "She's already starting to self-lubricate  with
minimal bleeding," Brent reported to Melanie's Principal Handler.

"That's a good girl," Herb complimented his young charge while he watched  her
expression evolve from one of worry and self-doubt to that of thoughtful
introspection as his fellow Associate began to make love to her.  Leaning  closer,
Herb whispered, "Just relax, sweetheart, and take Brent in.  He's going to  help you
to feel really special, I promise.  I can see that you're not like your  sister.  Are
you, baby?"  Melanie winced and closed her clear blue eyes when her lover's penis
completed its journey, pressing firmly against the back of her birth canal.   "Look at
me, Miss Nesbit," Herb cautioned.  "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact  with
their partner while being attended to," he said, quoting one of the Center's  Non-
Negotiable Standards.  "You're not at all like your sister," he then  murmured
almost tenderly as he placed his hand upon her cheek.  Melanie's body rocked slowly 
to and fro as Brent got up a rhythm.  "You're a good girl, and you like making  love,
don't you, baby?  Don't you?" Herb whispered.

Every Handler involved with the training of the twin sisters had gotten a  chance to
study the two girls' dossiers.  Although Marina Nesbit was the more sexually 
active of the two siblings and already had a history of several amorous
exploitations,  it was Melanie Nesbit who interested many of the professional men
including the Headmaster of TYTC.  Based upon past experience, they had learned
that often times the more demure and less experienced young ladies turn out to be
the  most capable and impassioned lovers.

All of the many pent up frustrations that Melanie kept inside as a result of  her
subconscious envy of her sister's romantic activities, and the deep seated
resentment she felt from being repeatedly overlooked in favor of her more
provocative twin, partially eclipsed the more egregious aspects of her  immediate
circumstances. The facts that her first lover was at least three times her  age, and
that he'd taken her against her will were initially quite unsettling for the  more
reserved Nesbit twin, but as Brent's slow and patient thrusts progressed,  and
Melanie's steadfast lover introduced her to stretches of her anatomy that  she had
no idea existed,  the fourteen year old began to participate.

The two men worked with Melanie for a little over an hour.  They carefully 
observed her reactions to their attentions, and her Handler, Herb, made extensive 
notes in her file regarding the young girl's encouraging degree of cooperation.  
Unlike her more disagreeable twin sister, Melanie Nesbit appeared far more willing
to  accept her fate.

Mid-way through her defloration experience, Melanie was given an antidote to  the
immobilizing agent, Ketamine, and her motor functions quickly returned.   Brent
gripped the young girl tightly by her hips just in case she decided to  become
combative, but to both his and Herb's delight, Melanie did not try to escape  or
even resist Brent's continued attentions.  After a moment, she was told to raise 
herself up onto her hands and arch her back.  Amazingly, she did exactly as she was 
told.

"Arch your back more, please and look at me over your shoulder, Miss  Nesbit,"
Brent instructed somewhat breathlessly.  He continued to take her with the  long,
measured strokes of a true professional.  Then in order to assure the proper
management of her arousal, Brent would occasionally deliver two or three  short,
chopping thrusts.  The more forceful strokes administered out of cadence  kept the
young lady off balance and prevented her from becoming womb centered until  her
Handler desired it.

Climax Management is one area to which TYTC continues to devote a tremendous
amount of research time and effort.  Every Handler spends hundreds of classroom
hours studying this pivotal part of a young lady's conditioning  program.

Comprehensive analysis has shown that given the chance, the female of the  species
will use the orgasm, or lack thereof, as a means of maintaining control over  the
intensity and duration of the sexual act.  On a more insidious level, she  will shape
the event into a reward system in an attempt to gain ultimate control over  the
male/female relationship.

Put simply, Climax Management removes yet another avenue of control open to  her.
Of course the concept is far more complex.  The psychological subtleties 
associated with either allowing or denying orgasm are innumerable, and as mentioned 
earlier, are the basis of an entire area of research at TYTC.

Herb and Brent decided in advance that if after defloration Melanie was  reasonably
cooperative, she should  be denied climax today.  If, on the other hand, she  chose
to be quarrelsome or combative, she would be ramped to orgasm several times.

"You're being a very good girl your first time, Miss Nesbit," Brent said 
patronizingly when she turned and gazed at him from over her right shoulder.  He
and Herb  were both somewhat surprised that the pretty fourteen year old had
taken to  physical love so readily and with virtually no protest what so ever.

Melanie wore an expression of confusion, as she stared back at the man who  was
now a part of her.  To this day she would never know what had changed within  her.
It was as if someone had thrown a switch in her psyche.  It would be quite  some
time before Melanie would actually enjoy a stranger's company, but for now,  the
exceptional degree of acceptance and resignation that she exhibited in the  hands
of Brent and Herb was very promising indeed.

In retrospect, Adam North suspected that subconsciously the youngster had  been
longing for this occasion for many, many years, and had seen it slip by so  many
times at the hands of her more adventurous sibling.  As a result, when the 
opportunity finally presented itself for Melanie to experience the amorous
attentions of  a man without the worry of Marina interfering, the more demure
Nesbit twin clung  to it with the eagerness of a drowning person clinging to a life
preserver.   North's theory was that once the fear of the initial act was behind her,
Melanie Nesbit was  able to come to grips with the circumstances of her
surroundings and play the cards  she'd been dealt.  Others would argue with this
presumption, maintaining that the teenager was actually emotionally traumatized to
the point where she was  unable to resist.  Time would tell as always.

In any case, Brent was rewarded with what might be described as an  expression of
anxious fascination shortly after he unloaded his first offering of liquid  fire into
the young girl's clutching birth canal.  Melanie, being by far the more  chaste of the
two sisters, really didn't know what the odd yet somehow fulfilling  sensation of
rapidly spreading warmth and pressure in her lower abdomen represented.   Brent,
true to his profession, gave little to no indication of the insemination as  he pushed
himself deeper into the lovely blond and delivered a second hot,  viscous sample of
his DNA to the convoluted interior lining of her vagina.  He'd  timed it perfectly. 
As Brent watched a medley of expressions play across her pretty  face, he noticed
that the teenager's neck and shoulders were flushed with color.   She too was very
close to her sexual apogee, but because of Brent's training and  ability he was able
to control the degree of her arousal, and deny her climax.  Melanie  Nesbit would go
away from her first sexual encounter emotionally unfulfilled and  wanting. Brent
saw to it, however, that she wasn't left physically unfulfilled.  He  observed her
expressions and reactions carefully while he served  up two additional  portions of
his bodily fluid into Melanie, filling her to overflowing.

Melanie had, of course, attended a sex education class at school where she'd 
learned about how babies are made, but having had absolutely no experience with 
amorous relationships, she was still unaware of the fact that she'd most likely been 
fertilized even when her lover promptly extracted himself from her with a wet 
suctioning sound after having accomplished his goals.  Fortunately for Melanie, 
impregnation was not planned as part of her training program, or a few weeks later
she  would have received quite a surprise.

While Brent cleaned himself and zipped up, Herb addressed the somewhat 
confused youngster.  He could see it in her eyes.  She was wondering if that was all 
there was.  Herb could almost read her thoughts.  "Isn't he even going to kiss me 
or something?"  She was brooding.  "Miss Nesbit, you conducted yourself  admirably
for your first time," Herb complimented the girl.

Melanie stared at the man quizzically.  Then she suddenly winced and groaned  aloud
when her Handler stepped beside the Defloration Stand, and after sampling a  little
of the mixture of semen and vaginal fluids that seeped from within her, he  casually
pushed his middle finger into her anal passage until his palm came to rest  against
her damp buttocks.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered.  "I was about to commend you for  maintain
an acceptable degree of silence during your recent coupling with Brent.  Let's  not
backslide, OK?" he scolded as he rotated his impaling digit in the  teenager's tight
little rectum.  Then to his partner he said, "Brent, will you take Presence  for a
minute while I attend to Miss Nesbit's medical needs?"

"Sure thing, Herb," Brent replied good naturedly as the two men traded  places.
Melanie was empty for only a fraction of a second.  Then Herb crossed the  room to
a big cabinet.

When he returned he carried in one hand a pneumatic vaccination gun and in  the
other, a couple of small glass vials.  While Brent continued to probe  Melanie's anal
passage with his thick index finger, Herb attached one of the two vials to  the
handle of the auto-injector.  Then with no warning what so ever, Herb  pressed the
tip of the gun to Melanie's right buttock and squeezed the trigger.

"Snick..." the gun reported.

"Oww!" Melanie squeaked in surprise.

"Hush now, Miss Nesbit.  You know that didn't hurt one bit," her Handler  chided.

"What did you do to me?" the teenager ventured a timid question.

Herb decided not to reprimand the girl for speaking out of turn this time.   "I have
just administered a dose of our specialized contraceptive."  Melanie's mouth  fell
open.  Suddenly it dawned upon her what that strange, hot feeling in her  tummy
might have been.  "It's a rather unique drug, really," Herb went on in a
conversational tone of voice.  "We find it to be highly effective in  preventing
unwanted pregnancy, but should we desire to fertilize you, a simple  injection of an
antidote will counteract the drugs effectiveness, rendering you immediately  able to
conceive."

"You mean you might...?" Melanie couldn't finish her sentence.  She was  suddenly
terrified.

"Yes, indeed, Miss Nesbit.  If we think that it will be beneficial to your  training
that you become pregnant, then by all means, we will see to it that you are 
fertilized." Herb paused to allow the information to settle in.  "But I wouldn't
worry  about that right now.  You won't have to be concerned with becoming
pregnant, I promise  you. So you'll be able to devote all of your attentions to your
lovers."

While he spoke to the stunned youngster, Herb removed the empty vial from  his
auto-injector and replaced it with another.

"Thelazine?" Brent asked casually nodding toward the vaccination gun in his
partner's hand.

"Yeah, I figure we might as well get her started."  He turned toward the  blond
teenager lying on the table before him.

"Noo," she implored him as Herb moved the tip toward her fanny.

"Snick...."

"What was that?" Melanie whined as she reached back with one hand and  gingerly
rubbed her bottom.

At first, her Handler didn't answer.  Instead, he turned and crossed the  room to
return the vaccination gun to its cabinet.  When he came back, he smiled at  his
young charge for a moment then said, "Miss Nesbit, you are going to be a  very busy
young lady during the next few months.  There will be times when you will  entertain
several young men during the course of a day.  Do you understand what I'm 
saying?" he asked the girl.

"I...I... but..."  Melanie was too stunned to answer, but if she understood  the man
correctly, these people were going to make her have sex again.  A lot!

The second injection you have just received will assist you in your efforts  to
become good friends with whomever we place you with each day.

What Melanie had been given was her first monthly dosage of Thelazine.   Thelazine
is nothing short of a miracle drug.  It is not an aphrodisiac in the sense  that it does
not affect the emotional or mental state of the subject.  The TYTC  researchers
and chemists decided that in order to ensure that subjects would be  cooperative,
and even submissive, their new compound should affect the sensory nervous 
system and endocrine system and leave the subjects' mental state unaltered.  
Thelazine influences a young lady's sense of touch, specifically in those areas of her 
anatomy which pertain to reproduction.  Using complex processes of inductive 
stimulation far too involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine provides 
delicate augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known as the 
erogenous zones.  These chemical enhancements are virtually undetectable to the
female unless and until these areas of her anatomy are in turn awakened by outside, 
or inside as the case may be, stimuli.  At that time, Thelazine gently  "encourages"
the subject to "listen" and respond to the natural messages her body sends to  her.
Cooperation is achieved through totally instinctive processes inherent in  every
female.  The truly splendid property of Thelazine is that its effects are so  subtle,
that in the end the subject believes she is cooperating of her own free will.  
Thelazine helps the young ladies who come to TYTC make that crucial transition
from  victim to participant with far less difficulty and anguish.

"So, I believe we're done here," Herb said after a moment.  "I want you to  stand
up, please, Miss Nesbit," he instructed the young girl.

Melanie groaned softly as she slowly slide off of the Defloration Stand and  stood
up.  She was pretty sore.  Brent followed her movements, taking care to keep  his
index finger implanted deeply in her rear end.

"I'll take her from here, Brent," Herb said good naturedly.  "Many thanks  for your
able assistance.  I'm sure Miss Nesbit will remember you."  He smiled at the  girl
and winked at his partner.  Then with practiced ease, the two Handlers traded 
places in Melanie's back side.

"She's all yours," Brent said as he wiped his finger on a hand towel.   "Where's our
little lady headed first?"

"Well, first she's gotta get fitted for a CAP Device, then I believe the  Headmaster
wants to see both of the Nesbit girls in his quarters."

"Ah ha," I thought Adam had a gleam in his eye for these two," Brent said  with a
chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess so," Herb responded.  "So I suppose I'd better get her bathed  as
well.  The boss will probably keep them all night, I suspect."

"Yup, make her nice for him.  He needs a break every now and then.  God  knows he
deserves it," Brent said turning for the door.  "Take care, Herb.  I'll see  you later."
He left.

That thing they'd put into her butt made her tummy ache, and her back and  legs
too. Melanie waddled rather uncomfortably along behind her Handler who led her by 
the hand down the long corridor like a little kid.  The bath felt pretty good, 
although, Melanie wasn't at all happy about being bathed in front of a group of 
people.  To make matters worse, the person assigned to bathe her was no more than
a boy himself.  Melanie suspected he might have been even younger than she.  In 
any case, the boy had taken a very long time bathing her and a great deal of
pleasure  in touching her all over in the process.  Melanie couldn't remember ever
being  more embarrassed in her life.

"Here we are, Miss Nesbit," her Handler said as he stopped before an  unmarked
door.  "The Headmaster is expecting you, my dear," Herb said almost  cheerfully as
he entered the code sequence into the keypad.  The door hissed open  silently. 
Herb pulled Melanie forward then ushered her through.  "I'll be back for you in  the
morning, young lady," Melanie's Handler said just before the door closed  between
them.

The young teenager stood staring at the closed door for several moments  before
turning.  She was, of course unclothed, and stood hugging herself in the  cool air of
the big comfortable looking apartment.  The room was deathly quiet.  Melanie 
wasn't at all sure what she was supposed to do next as she peered about pensively.

"Hello," she said at last in a tiny voice.

The room remained silent.  Several minutes passed while the pretty teen  stood
there uncertain of how to proceed.  At last her innate curiosity got the  best of
her, and Melanie padded toward an open door across what must be the living room.  
The door led to a small kitchen.  No one was there either.

"What now?" Melanie whispered to herself.  Then she heard a sound.  It came  from
the direction of a hallway that opened into the living area immediately to  her left.

"Hello," Melanie called softly from the entrance to the dimly lit corridor.   There
was no answer, but she was certain that she heard the sound running water.  
Cautiously she crept down the short hallway until she reached the end.  The sounds
were louder now, and without a doubt they came from the door to her right.  Driven
on  by curiosity alone, Melanie reached for the knob, and quickly realized that  there
was none.

"What the?" she muttered and was about to turn to leave, although she had no  idea
where she was going to go.  Before returning to the living room and an  uncertain
future, however, the inquisitive youngster leaned her head closer to the  door in an
attempt to maybe figure out what was going on in the room behind.  In so  doing,
Melanie placed the palm of her left hand onto the smooth surface of the  door.
Abruptly the door hissed open, sliding silently into a recess in the wall,  and eliciting
a startled squeak from the nervous little blond.

Melanie peeked through the open doorway for several moments, reluctant to  step
into what was obviously a bedroom.  What she'd heard earlier was now 
unmistakably the sound of a shower running.  It came from an open door to her left,
the bathroom, no doubt.  Melanie was quite anxious.  Directly in front of her, 
against the far wall of the room, was a very big bed, and in it lay a small figure 
covered with a sheet.  Even from across the room, something about the person
looked  familiar.

It has been said that identical twins share a mystical common awareness  unknown
to others.  Whatever the reason, Melanie knew a with certainty that it was her 
sister, Marina lying there in that bed.  Without a thought for her personal  security,
Melanie stole across the room to the side of the bed.  She was correct in  her
assumption that the person in the bed was indeed her twin sister.

Marina Nesbit's thick blond hair framed her pretty face against the  background of
the dark copper colored satin pillowcase.  She appeared to be sleeping  peacefully.

"Marina?" Melanie whispered.  "Marina, can you hear me.  Wake up," she  implored
her slumbering sibling a bit louder.  In the background, the sounds of running  water
ceased, but Melanie didn't notice, so intent was she upon rousing her  sister.  "Wake
up, Marina.  It's me, Melanie," the girl said more insistently, as she shook  her sister
gently by her shoulder.

The pretty blond girl in the bed stirred.  Then after a moment she slowly  opened
her eyes.  "Are you OK, Marina?" Melanie said in a hushed voice.  "I was so  worried
about you.  These men, this place," she went on, hugging herself again.   Melanie
glanced quickly around the room.  Then she realized that her sister hadn't
responded to her at all.  "Marina?" Melanie called to her sister as she  gazed down
at her.

Marina Nesbit was awake.  Her blue eyes were open, but they appeared dull  and
lifeless, and she wore an empty expression which characterized a distinct  lack of
recognition as she smiled dumbly up at Melanie.

"Marina?  What are we going to do, Marina?" Melanie asked of her more  outgoing
and assertive sister.  It wasn't Marina who answered Melanie's question,  however.

What Melanie didn't know was that her sister had remained obstinate and 
combative throughout her entire orientation period.  Even after having spent
several  hours in the company of several TYTC Associates, the head strong Nesbit
girl still  refused to cooperate.  So when it came time to deliver her to the
Headmaster who  desired some well deserved recreation and relaxation, Marina
Nesbit was given an  injection of a specialized compound to help her become more
emotionally accommodating.    In addition, her dosage of Thelazine was adjusted
slightly higher to ensure  that the obstinate teenager responded more quickly to
her inherent feminine impulses.

"To answer your question, Miss Nesbit," a familiar voice spoke from across  the
room.  "You two young ladies and I are going to spend some quality time  together."

Startled, Melanie looked in the direction of the voice and saw Adam North,  the
Headmaster of The Youth Training Center, moving toward her.  He wore a knee
length emerald green robe, and as he approached he finished drying his hair  with a
big plush bath towel.  Tossing the towel onto the floor at the foot of the  bed,
North stepped in front of Melanie.

Completely unabashedly, the man placed his right hand on the naked  teenager's
shoulder.  "And how are you, Miss Nesbit?  I trust you've been treated well  so
far," he said as he gently took Melanie by the chin and raised her troubled eyes  to
his. Then, practicing the standard greeting procedure, North dropped his hand  from
Melanie's face.

"Nnnn," the distressed teenager whined as his finger tips slipped into her  warm
pubic curls then pressed firmly upward against her resilient flesh.   Instinctively
Melanie tried to pull away from him.

"Stand still, Miss Nesbit and be silent!" North barked with such authority  that the
agitated girl froze instantly.  "That's much better," he said in a softer  tone as he
rubbed her slowly.  "Your Handler tells me that you've been very cooperative  so
far. Let's not spoil things now, shall we."  North held the frightened teenager's 
gaze locked to his like a sparrow before a viper.  "I understand that you  accepted
your first lover this morning, Miss Nesbit," the Headmaster continued in a 
conversational tone of voice as he slipped his middle finger between the heavy folds
of her  labia majora.  North heard her inhale sharply when his finger tip touched her 
special place.  "Were you nice to him, Miss Nesbit?" he asked smiling down at her
condescendingly.  Her hips jerked reflexively as the Headmaster swirled his  finger
over the tiny shroud covering Melanie's clitoris.  "Answer me, Miss Nesbit,"  North
demanded.  "Were you nice to your first lover?  Did you behave yourself, young 
lady?"

Melanie blushed hotly.  She'd never felt so vulnerable and so humiliated.   At last
she was able to tear her eyes from his.  Melanie looked away.  "Uh huh," she 
answered so softly that she could barely be heard.

"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," North corrected her harshly.  As her eyes darted  back
to his he quoted one of the Non-negotiable Standards of TYTC.  "Guests shall
maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners while being  attended to."

After what seemed like an eternity, the man removed his hand from Melanie.   Then
placing both hands onto her shoulders, North turned the troubled teen and  peeked
behind her.  "Ah, I see that you've been fitted with your CAP Device, my  dear," he
commented almost jovially.  He dropped his right hand down and started to  rub her
firm buttocks.  Then with his finger tips, he twisted the hard composite  instrument
that protruded from between the curvaceous cheeks of Melanie's little  bottom,
causing the girl's knees to grow momentarily weak.  North read the numeral  "5"
embossed on the side of its exposed butt end.

"I know, it feels a little foreign at the moment, but you'll get used to it  in no time
at all.  I promise.  Why pretty soon, you'll swear that you were born with a  CAP
back there, and you'll feel empty without it.  You'll see."

Then North gazed into the deep blue pools of Melanie Nesbit's innocence and  said,
"Why don't you hop into bed with your pretty sister, and the three of us  will get
to know each other a little better."  He gave her a fatherly smile.  Then,  ignoring
her worried expression North added, "By the way, don't be alarmed if your sister 
seems a little woozy.  You see, she's been, shall we say, less than cooperative so 
far.  So my associates were forced to give her a little something to help her be nice 
just like her sister."  He winked at Melanie.  "Now, into bed with you, young lady," 
the Headmaster said as he turned Melanie and patted her playfully on the bottom.

"And what a pretty bottom it is," North thought to himself as the young girl
crawled reluctantly onto his bed, her flawless skin and luscious blond hair  luminous
against the background of copper colored satin.

Melanie knelt on the satin sheet beside her sister and gazed down at Marina  .  She
hadn't moved a muscle since Melanie'd found her, and she still wore the same
faraway smile.  "Can she hear me?" Melanie asked turning to look back over  her
shoulder at North.

"Yes, Miss Nesbit, your sister can hear you perfectly well.  She'll just be  a little
slow in putting her thoughts together for awhile, that's all.  Now why don't  you do
me a big favor and pull the sheet back so we can have a better look at her."

Melanie stared at the older man questioningly.  "Huh?" she asked lamely.

"I said, Miss Nesbit.  I want for you to please pull the sheet down and  uncover
your sister for me.  Then I would like for you to lie down on your back beside  her. 
Will you do that for me now, please."  It was not a request.  His tone of voice  had
become hard.

Melanie knew that she had very few options available to her.  So far all of  the men
she'd encountered after coming to this strange place were very decisive and  not to
be toyed with, and she remembered quite clearly how her sister Marina had  fared
during their initial interview.  This man in particular, she knew, was one  to be
obeyed without question.  Slowly Melanie Nesbit pulled the smooth satin from her 
sister's body, while Adam North looked on approvingly.  Then he took a seat on the 
edge of the bed and waited while the more demure twin arranged herself next to
her unresponsive sister.

"What a marvelous sight they were.  Two identical little beauties, side by  side,"
North mused.  It was extremely rare that he would fraternize with the  Guests, but
occasionally the Headmaster like any healthy male, enjoyed a little  distraction from
his otherwise busy life.

Today alone, he'd processed four new inductees not including the Nesbit  twins.
Thankfully the interviews had been uneventful, relatively speaking, of  course.  In
fact, Marina Nesbit had been the most difficult young lady of the group.   There
had naturally been plenty of screaming and crying and what have you, but North 
was pretty much immune to that sort of thing by now, comfortable in the 
knowledge that in a very short time all of the new inductees would acclimate to
their  new surroundings and duties.  It's just the way it was at TYTC.

But even the security North enjoyed from the simple fact that The Youth  Training
Center, under his leadership, boasted a one hundred percent success rate,  came
with a price tag.  His position as director and Headmaster of the Center  required
that he deal with a large number of young women who were totally unschooled  and
behaving at their very worst, and in addition, he had innumerable  administrative
duties and pressures.  After all, North had investors to answer to.  Not to  mention
staffing issues, security problems, and on, and on, ad infinitum.  Lately there had
been a rash of yeast infections among the Guests that had taken a good bit of his
energy to resolve.  North needed some R&R.  

So, from time to time, if a particular Guest caught his eye, the Headmaster  would
make arrangements to spend a little time with the girl.  In the case of the  Nesbit
Twins, North knew from the moment he first laid eyes on the two blond 
youngsters, that he would get to know the Nesbit sisters a lot better.

Adam North crawled slowly onto the big bed and moved until he knelt between  the
legs of the two darling young ladies.  Everything about the girls was the  same, he
noted, except that where Marina smiled up at him rather blankly, Melanie  Nesbit
wore an expression of concern.  "Smile for me, my dear," he said, placing  his hand
on her knee.  "You're such a pretty girl, and we're going to have a wonderful  night,
just the three of us."  He squeezed her knee affectionately.

Slowly, Melanie did as she was told.  Although she didn't feel the least bit  like
smiling at the moment.

"That's much better," North murmured as he briefly gazed down at the two  lovely
young girls.  Then without hesitation North placed one hand on the inside of  each
young lady's leg and slid them slowly upward over their flawless skin until  he
reached the warm, moist juncture of their thighs.

Melanie's hips jerked slightly when he touched her, but the only reaction he
received from Marina was that her expression clouded a bit.  Obviously,  through
the cocktail of drugs that flowed through her system, the once obstinate  teenager
realized she was being touched in a very private place.

North was pleased to discover that in addition to looking alike, the Nesbit  sisters
also felt the same.  Both young ladies were blessed with nicely plump vulva.    Their
heavy labia majora were gilded with a sparse covering of soft golden curls,  rather
than the usual tight ringlets of coarser pubic fur.

"Raise your knees and spread your legs, please, Melanie," the Headmaster 
instructed her, calling her by her first name for the first time.  Removing his hand 
from Melanie, the man in charge helped her sister to do the same.  Then when both 
young ladies lay spread before him, North continued his tactile examination.   North
quickly discovered as he palpated the firm folds of flesh down to where they joined 
just below the vaginal portal that the twin girls were marvelously resilient to  the
touch. Marina, feeling the effects of her Thelazine, unconsciously pushed herself 
against his hand, while Melanie, North was pleased to see, struggled to maintain a 
nervous smile.  She blushed hotly.

With the middle finger of each hand, Adam North vaginally entered the Nesbit
Twins.  Two soft inhales of breath were heard as two shapely little bottoms  raised
ever so slightly upward off the mattress.  Almost simultaneously, North was
treated to two surprisingly strong vaginal embraces as the two siblings  instinctively
clutched his probing digits.  Both youngsters were gratifyingly moist.   North
attributed Marina Nesbit's degree of self-lubrication to her increased  dosage of
Thelazine.  Melanie, on the other hand, was surprisingly wet, considering  her
situation.  North made a mental note of this as he went about exploring the  girls
manually for several minutes.  As reported by her Handler, Melanie Nesbit  made no
attempt to resist or protest his invasion upon her person, and North was  pleased to
note that the designer tranquillizing agent that had been administered to  the
troublesome Marina was working quite acceptably.  Just a few hours earlier,  North
had personally witnessed the young lady's wrathful insubordination during  her
Induction Interview, or "Double I" as it was called.  Now she remained  docile and
accepting as he continued his tactile investigation of her vaginal interior.

Glancing down at first one girl, then the other, North noticed the dark  cylindrical
ends of their CAP Devices wedged neatly between the cheeks of their little
bottoms.  Removing his fingers from the sisters, North took each of their  anal
appliances gently in his finger tips.  He watched both young lady's facial  expression
become instantly introspective when he began to slowly rotated the dense
composite inserts within the confines of their rectal passages.

Then looking directly at Melanie, North said quite unexpectedly, "I want you to
please sit up then get onto your hands and knees between your sister's legs, 
Melanie." Seeing her curious and slightly alarmed expression, North quickly followed 
his request with a more direct order.  "Do it now, please, my dear."   Very slowly the
more demure Nesbit girl complied with his wishes.  She gave him several  nervous
glances as North helped guide her by the hips until she was in position.   Then he
said, "Move your knees apart, please, Melanie."  North got to his knees and  moved
behind the little girl.  He parted his robe.  "Look back at me over your  right
shoulder, Miss Nesbit," North instructed.  Slowly the young girl turned her  face to
his, and the very moment that her eyes met his, Adam North entered her.  The  look
on Melanie Nesbit's face was priceless, and North would remember her expression
of surprise and wonder for a long, long time as after two shallow preparatory
thrusts, the Headmaster of TYTC progressed into the lovely fourteen  year old
farther than she would have dreamed possible on only her second time  with a man. 
The youngster shuddered around North's considerable manhood, as her  blue eyes
became wide with stunned astonishment.  She opened her mouth to cry out,  but
North anticipated her reaction.

"Silence, Miss Nesbit," he cautioned the girl.  The he said.  "Face your  sister,
please, Miss Nesbit."  He held still, allowing her to adjust to his presence.  "Look 
how pretty she is," North added, as he gazed down at the other young blond.

Slowly, Melanie turned and looked down at Marina.  Her woozy sister smiled  up at
her stupidly.  Whether or not Marina realized that her twin sister was being made 
love to at that very moment was anyone's guess.  Melanie  trembled noticeably as
her lover began to move inside of her.

"Drop down on your elbows, Miss Nesbit," the Headmaster ordered.

"Wha...?" she started to ask as she turned and looked back at the man.

What came out was more of a gasp, when her older lover abruptly pushed  himself
even more deeply into her.  Melanie felt herself stretch around him.  "On  your
elbows, young lady!" the man ordered flatly.

Reluctantly Melanie did as she was told.  She had an uncomfortable feeling  about
this recent turn of events.  She turned and looked at her sister.  She was  very
close to Marina.  So close, in fact, that Melanie detected a distinctly musky female
scent coming from between her legs.

"I want you to kiss your sister now, please, Miss Nesbit," he ordered.  She  started
to rise in order to comply with his wishes, but with a hand between her  shoulders,
North held her down.  "I said kiss your sister, Miss Nesbit."

Turning her head, she looked back at him with an expression of confusion.   "But?"
she began.

"Kiss your sister between her legs, Miss Nesbit," North clarified for the 
youngster.

"Huh?" she said still gazing back at him.  Melanie was thoroughly confused.

"Lean down and cover your sister's genitals with your mouth.  Then use your 
tongue to lick her down there," North explained patiently as he held still within 
Melanie again for a moment.  Her expression changed abruptly to one of obvious 
distress.

"Oh, I couldn't do that.  I just couldn't," Melanie whined pitifully.

"Yes you can, Miss Nesbit, and you will.  Immediately, please," North  instructed in a
no nonsense tone of voice.  As he did so, he grasped the end of Melanie's  CAP
Device which was readily accessible should it be needed.  North tapped it's  end
with the tips of his fingers.

The space-age composite from which the CAP's are fabricated is an excellent
conductor of mechanical energy.  To Melanie his light tapping felt like he was
hammering  directly on the tip of her spine.  The thudding pressure, caused Melanie
to inhale sharply.   Slowly the reluctant teenager turned and stared down at her
sister's widely splayed thighs.  Between the folds  of her ample labia sparkled her
moist inner domain.  Melanie felt sick as she  leaned closer.

"Extend your tongue between her outer lips, Miss Nesbit, and press your lips  and
nose against her.  North instructed as he began to make love to the fourteen  year
old once more.  He used the slow even thrusts that he knew would allow him to
manage Melanie's state of arousal.  With each ingress, however, he pressed his hips 
forward against her firm buttocks, causing her nubile body to rock to and fro. 
North  knew exactly when Melanie made contact with her muzzy young sister,
because Marina Nesbit's blue eyes widened noticeably.  "That's a good girl," North
murmured  his approval as he rocked her forward and back.  His cadence was
transferred  through Melanie's extended tongue directly to her sister's most
sensitive tissues.   The net effect was that Adam North made love to both of the
Nesbit twins at the same time.   All in all, it was an extremely pleasant experience
for the Headmaster of The Youth  Training Center.

The evening went very well.  Both young girls cooperated reasonably well,  Melanie in
particular.  Both sisters responded to his attentions about as one might expect of
an inexperienced girl of fourteen.

Marina Nesbit was difficult at first, but since her Principal Handler had  seen fit to
increase the dosages of her medications, the otherwise troublesome teenager  was
more accommodating than North would have presumed.

Melanie Nesbit proved to be a very passionate and capable lover for a girl  her age,
lending credence to the belief that more demure young ladies are often quite
tempestuous in bed when given the right motivation.

North satisfied himself with each of the Nesbit girls several times over the  course
of the evening.  At one point he removed Melanie's CAP Device and entered  her
anally.  The youngster groaned pitifully at first, because North's manhood  was
quite a bit larger than the size five device she wore, but eventually Melanie  dilated
enough to accommodate him, proving once more that even very young girls can
manage to contain a considerable mass if they are allowed the time to  acclimate to
the load.

Adam North awake the following morning, refreshed and invigorated.  On  either
side of him in his big bed lay his two petite lovers.  Their small bodies  were warm
and soft against him.  The bed clothes were a wreck, and Adam chucked to  himself
as he recalled a couple of his more athletic escapades from the evening  before.
North moved a hand and stroked the soft hair of one of the girls.  He wasn't  sure
which.

Again he chuckled softly.  "They were so much alike, yet so different," he  mused
comfortably.  Marina had fought weakly against him at first, but had  eventually
become more willing.     Melanie had taken him in without hesitation and then  had
become an active participant in their love making, encouraging him to  escalate the
intensity of his attentions.

North needed to get up.  He had another busy day ahead of him, but the two
teenagers slumbered on.  They had to be exhausted.  North took a deep  breath,
inhaling the heady sweetness of his two young lovers.  He recalled thinking  at their
Induction Interview that the Client for whom these two little beauties were  being
prepared was a very lucky man.  "Indeed he was.  Indeed he was," North mused. 

"Wake up, sleepy heads," the Headmaster of the Youth Training Center  whispered
to one sweet girl then the other.  He shook them gently.  "It's time to get  up,
ladies.  "You two have a busy day ahead of you."

North was surprised to note that he felt a momentary pang of what must have 
been jealousy when he considered the number of willing young men that these two 
lovely girls would entertain during their stay with the Center.  He was grateful  that
he'd taken the time to enjoy The Nesbit twins when he did, for Melanie and Marina 
would soon undergo a rather drastic but necessary transformation.  By the time the 
two girls were delivered to their new Life Companion, they will have evolved into
Fully Functional Females, eager to take their rightful place in their new family 
setting.

End... SM