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. 5.3 - The Candidates
By - The StoryMaster
Contributing Editor - Don D.

"Gentlemen, welcome.  Do come in," a commanding voice boomed.

Rick Adams and the two young Handler Candidates with him gazed around the huge
complex, unable to locate the source of the greeting.  The double steel doors of the
TYTC Gymnasium hissed quietly closed behind them.

"Back here, gentlemen," the same voice called a moment later.

Rick and his companions looked toward the rear of the big room where they spied a
muscular man dressed in the familiar white coveralls of a TYTC Handler beckoning
to them with a raised hand.  Rick threw up a hand in acknowledgment, and the three
trainees moved toward the rear of the complex.

On either side of the central aisle down which the students walked stood machines
and equipment of curious and intricate design.  Around them the room was alive
with activity.  The usual sounds of clanking steel weights and squeaking apparatus
that one might expect at your typical exercise facility could be heard above the
busy undertone in the room.  But this was no typical exercise facility.  Occasionally
a soft cry, obviously of feminine origin, was heard.  Everywhere men clad in
immaculate white coveralls moved here and there.  Some had young female Guests
by the hand; others adjusted equipment.  To a man, they were all engrossed in their
tasks.

"Good morning, gentlemen," the Coach said turning from his chore as the three
approached.  "I'll be with you in a moment."  He turned back to the complicated
looking machine and continued with his adjustments.

The long, low contrivance before which the Coach stood was made up of stainless
steel rails and padded vinyl supports.  At a glance it looked somewhat like a bench
press machine only a little longer.  Two parallel, eight foot long, two inch diameter,
shining steel rails were supported about one foot apart and approximately three
feet off the floor by sturdy, "X" braced legs.  Near the base of the support legs at
one end of the apparatus were fastened a pair of padded, cuff-like arrangements,
one on either side.  At the opposite end of the machine, clamped to the linear rails,
was a four foot long cross beam of the same tubular construction as the linear rails
themselves.  At either end of this cross member was a cuff similar to those on the
rear support legs.  Mounted atop the center of the main rails was a lightly padded
platform approximately one foot wide and three to four in length.  Attached to this
platform was a wide, padded, black nylon band much like a cummerbund, equipped
with velcro closures.

The cummerbund was presently secured around the waist of a young woman who lay
face down on top of the mechanical contrivance.  Because of her prone position, Rick
and his companions couldn't see her face, but judging from every other young lady
they'd seen during their brief period of residence at The Youth Training Center,
Rick had to assume that she was reasonably attractive.  She certainly had a
handsome figure; long legs, shapely hips, narrow waist, muscular back.

The girl's wrists were bound in the restraint cuffs at either end of the tubular
cross bar at the head of the apparatus, and her head hung down between her arms.
A veritable cascade of luxurious long blond hair hung down the left side of her
neck, almost touching the floor.  Her ankles were similarly restrained in cuffs near
the floor at the lower end of the complex machine such that her legs were spread
to either side of the longitudinal rails.

The man the trainees would later come to know as the Coach was in the process of
securing a shining metallic cylinder to the tubular frame between the young
woman's thighs.  Rick and his companions watched in silence as the man removed a
cover on one end of the mysterious cylinder, exposing a system of gears and cams. 
Next he attached a heavy electrical cable to the unit.

Then, satisfied with his work thus far, the big man turned and once again addressed
Rick and his student companions.  "Welcome to the Gymnasium, gentlemen," the man
said warmly.  "During your employment with the Center you will spend many hours in
this facility, and it is my job to familiarize you with the many highly specialized
pieces of equipment you see around you," he explained.  "Around here, they call me
'The Coach', and this is my domain.  All scheduling for time on apparatus or the free
exercise areas must be done through me.  Do I make myself clear?"  The Coach was
a slightly older man, perhaps in his late fifties.  He had a commanding presence.  The
three trainees quickly nodded their understanding.

Gesturing toward the apparatus beside him, the Coach said proudly, "This little
beauty is called the Vaginal Sequencer.  Most of us refer to it affectionately as
'The Silent Partner'.  The Partner is used primarily as a corrective and instructional
device," the man continued.  "As you have probably already learned, one of our Non-
Negotiable Standards states that Guests shall remain silent while being attended
to.  Some of our young ladies are either habitually noisy lovers, like Miss McCain
here."  The Coach turned and placed his hand on the left buttock of the young
blond.  "Other Guests, in particular during their first few weeks of enrollment, tend
to complain more often than not while being attended to.  Whatever the reasons for
their transgressions may be, at TYTC vociferous Guests are simply not tolerated,"
he said with conviction.  "If her Handler is feeling charitable, he may choose to
ignore early infractions, but if the Guest persists in disregarding our Standards, she
must eventually be dealt with.  That's where the Vaginal Sequencer comes in," The
Coach explained.

"You've arrived at an opportune time, gentlemen, for me to demonstrate the
effectiveness of Vaginal Sequencer," the Coach said, stepping to a stainless steel
cabinet nearby.  Rick and his companions moved closer to the device for a better
view.  Glancing down at its young blond occupant, Rick's eye was immediately drawn
to the rounded end of the CAP Device that protruded from between her shapely
buttocks.

Rick understood that all of the Guests were fitted with one of the special anal
appliances.  In addition to being used for control and disciplinary purposes, the
composite anal inserts provided the bearers with a constant centering point, around
which they may focus their thoughts and avoid distractions.

"I was preparing Miss McCain for an hour or two of what we call 'Quiet Time', "The
Coach went on to explain to the three student Handlers.  "So if you'll bear with me
while I get her started, I'll have some time to give you a proper tour of our
gymnasium."

"No problem, Coach," Rick said, immediately taking a liking to the older man.  He was
both dedicated and efficient.  In fact, the Coach was the very kind of man that
Rick one day hoped to emulate.

The Coach opened the metal cabinet and reached inside.  When he turned back to
the specialty apparatus he held in one hand three relatively small artificial penises.
They were approximately seven inches long and a half inch in diameter, and each was
attached to the end of a thin composite rod about two feet in length.  The three
phalluses were, of course, anatomically correct in every way.  In his other hand he
held a large tube of lubricating gel.

"As you can see," the Coach said as he stepped to the foot of the apparatus.  "I
have already attached the sensory input umbilical cables."  The three trainees
observed the many wires that led from the Vaginal Sequencer to a central panel
located on a separate pedestal close by.  The Coach placed the three phalluses and
the tube of lubricant on a ledge near the girl's left knee, then went on with his
description of the device.  "One cable is attached to the collar around Miss
McCain's neck.  The sensor built into this collar is designed to detect the slightest
sound made by her, as will the sensor I've attached with adhesive pads to her lower
abdomen just below the navel and the two you see here at the bottom of her rib
cage on either side of her spine."  He pointed to two small disks that were stuck to
the young lady's fair skin and their associated umbilical wiring.  Once her Quiet
Time has begun, the most minute of sounds will be instantly detected, and will in
turn activate the device's automatic disciplinary function.  Any questions so far?"
the Coach asked.

"No, sir," the Handler trainee named Doug answered for the group.

"A new enhancement, designed and implemented this year, allows us to enforce the
Eye Contact Standard as well," the Coach said, pointing to a small video camera
mounted just above the young blond's head.  "When we begin, Miss McCain will be
instructed to direct her gaze toward the camera you see here.  If during the period
of her Quiet Time, she should choose to either close her eyes or to look away from
the camera lens, tiny lasers focused on the corneas of her eyes will trigger the
disciplinary circuits should preset parameters for eye motion be violated.  In
addition," the Coach went on to explain, "The camera records her facial expressions,
pupil dilation and skin color.  This information coupled with other recorded data such
as blood pressure, respiration rate and body temperature can later be used to log
statistics on degree of reaction to stimulation, timing of climax, etc.."

Noticing an expression of astonishment on the face of one of the young student
Handler's, the Coach smiled.  "Oh yes," he exclaimed, anticipating the trainee's
question.  "Miss McCain will most definitely experience orgasm during her Quiet
Time, several actually.

"Let us not forget the essence of the TYTC Credo," the Coach said.  Then he
quoted, "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."

After pausing for effect, he went on.  "You will all be given the opportunity to
review the files and video logs of as many Guests as you wish.  These records will
provide you with ample proof that the base premise of our Credo is indeed viable.  I
assure you."  Again he paused.  "Now, do we have any questions at all before we
begin?"

Rick raised his hand.

"Yes, sir," the Coach said pointing to Rick.  "May I know your name please."

"My name is Rick."

"Very well, Rick, and what is your question?" the Coach inquired.

"How do you determine the proper amount of time that a Guest must spend on the
apparatus?" the astute trainee asked.

"A very good question," the Coach answered.  "Miss McCain is a healthy young lady,
fifteen years of age.  She has been with us now for approximately four months, and
is beginning to become relatively cooperative for a female in her age group, although
she was quite a challenge at first."  He patted the young blond affectionately on
her bottom.  Then as he went on, the Coach began to slowly rotate her CAP device
with his finger tips.  The girl squirmed almost unnoticeably but remained silent. 
"Miss McCain's greatest difficulty at this phase of her conditioning is that she
tends to become quite vocal during times of extreme arousal and most especially
during climax."

The Coach noticed quizzical looks on the faces of his students.  "Let me explain
something to you," he said.  "For centuries, the female has used the simulated or
faked orgasm as a means to control her mate and both the pace and duration of her
amorous engagements.  There's a lot of psychology involved here, but put simply,
the female will seek to control the male by allowing him to believe that he has
satisfied her.  This makes him feel capable and virile which in turn renders him more
susceptible to suggestion.  Additionally," the Coach went on to explain,  "if the
female later pretends not to be satisfied by the male, she can rather effectively
erode both his self-confidence and position of authority within the relationship.

"We have determined through many hours of observation and testing that a
significant percentage of simulated female orgasms are quite vocal and noisy.  Thus,
it was decided that in the interest of the emotional security of the male partner,
the Fully Functional Female should remain silent during copulation.  This philosophy
was incorporated into the original TYTC conceptual documents and later became one
of the Eight Non-Negotiable Standards of our Training Doctrine.  You will find
these Standards posted prominently in every room in this facility," the Coach said,
nodding toward a large sign on the nearby wall.  Then he paused while the trainees
read.

Our Non-Negotiable Standards:

1. Guests shall remain disrobed at all times.
2. Guests shall honor all staff members' requests.
3. Guests shall make themselves available to staff members at all times.
4. C.A.P. Devices shall remain in place at all times.
5. Guests shall not speak unless instructed to do so.
6. Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners while
   being attended to.
7. Guests shall remain silent while being attended to.
8. Unsupervised fraternization between Guests is strictly forbidden.

"To answer your question, Rick," the Coach said.  "We leave the Guest on the
Vaginal Sequencer long enough for her to experience multiple orgasms.  The actual
time will vary considerably from one young lady to the next, but for the purposes of
this regimen, we wish for her to climax, and at the same time, we expect for her to
resist her instincts and remain silent in the process.  In this instance we use the
female orgasm to our advantage to teach her discipline and self-control," the Coach
lectured.  "There will be other times, however, when we might decide that to
withhold orgasm would be more beneficial than to allow it."

Seeing looks of bafflement on the faces of his students, the Coach paused for a
moment then continued reassuringly.  "The theory of Managed Orgasm is extremely
complex and will require many hours of study and training before any of you will
fully understand its true purpose and practice.  Rest assured, however, that you will
all be thoroughly instructed in both theory and technique.  On this you have my
word," the Coach promised solemnly.

"So, enough theory and history," he said after a moment.  "We don't want to keep
Miss McCain waiting any longer, do we?"  Without further delay, the powerful man
dressed in the coveted white coveralls of a TYTC Handler moved to the foot of the
Vaginal Sequencer.  "These are called the vaginal manipulators," he said holding up
one of the small artificial penises by its connecting rod for the students to examine
more closely.  "At first glimpse, one might ask why they are relatively small in
comparison to many of our other insertion devices," the Coach commented as he
squeezed a goodly dollop of the specialized lubricant onto the head of the
instrument.  "The answer, as you will soon see, is quite simple," he explained as
without hesitation he reached between the young blond's legs, spread her outer
labia with the fingers of his free hand and with admirable adeptness, inserted the
pre-lubricated artificial penis into her vagina.

"Silence, Miss McCain!" the Coach barked when he detected a soft moan from the
girl.  He picked up a second device, and while he lubricated its tip he continued with
his lecture.  "Contained within each manipulator are the disciplinary circuits I
referred to earlier, as well as tiny ducts through which lubricants and other
solutions can be introduced into the Guest's interior."

"What do these disciplinary circuits do?" one of Rick's companions asked as the
Coach pushed the second vaginal manipulator into the restrained teenager.

"I'm glad you ask that question," the Coach commented with a smile as he picked up
the third and final device.  Although they are practically invisible, along the length
of the shaft of each manipulator there are numerous tiny electrical contacts or
terminals.  When a protocol violation is detected by a sensing device, a corrective
pulse is delivered through these contacts.  The results are quite remarkable," the
Coach assured his audience.  In addition to the corrective charge, these same tiny
terminals can be used to provide what can best be described as an electrical
palpation of the vaginal walls, causing the muscles to contract and relax in much the
same manner as they would during sexual apogee.  This feature is often used to "tip
a girl over the edge" so to speak, should her inherent or imagined inhibitions make it
difficult for her to experience orgasm.

"Your capacity is showing a marked improvement, Miss McCain," the Coach
murmured in an almost fatherly tone of voice as he slowly worked the third artificial
penis into the confines of the young teenager's vagina.  From his vantage point, Rick
saw the muscles in her shapely thighs flex in response to the invasion on her person.
"I hope you've been keeping up with your Kegel Exercises, my dear," he said.

Then the Coach stood upright and patted her on the rear.  Turning to his students,
he said, "Miss McCain is now, what we refer to as, fully involved.  I was just
complimenting her on her increased vaginal capacity.  Even though we are using
petite manipulators for Miss McCain today, she has exhibited consistent
improvement in her carrying capacity.  When she first came to us Miss McCain was a
virgin, and had difficulty with even the smallest insertion instruments.  She'd led a
very sheltered life, you understand."  Then with a proud smile the Coach added,
"We've spent a lot of time together, she and I, and if you care to have a look, you
will see the results of our efforts."

The three Handler Candidates crowded around the foot of the Vaginal Sequencer
and stared at the fascinating sight between the young blond's legs.  From what Rick
could see of her, Miss McCain was reasonably plump in the genital area.  In spite of
being tightly stretched around a considerable payload, her heavy labia majora
remained noticeably well rounded.  Upon closer inspection, Rick could see the round
butt end of only one of the three vaginal manipulators.  The entire mass of the
other two was contained within the youngster, rendering them invisible except for
the thin composite rods which extended past her knees.

After giving the three young men time to study his handiwork, the Coach stepped
between Rick and Doug.  "If you'll kindly pay close attention now, I will attach the
connecting rods to the Driver which is this piece of machinery right here," he said
placing a hand affectionately on the cylindrical mechanism.  "As I mentioned earlier,
the system has the capability to deliver fluids into the subject.  This is
accomplished through the connecting rods which are hollow," the man in white
explained as he carefully fitted the end of one of the thin rods into the cam
receiver in the driver mechanism.  "Additionally, the rods contain a coaxial conductor
in order to facilitate the efficient transfer of electrical energy."  He attached the
second shaft.  "You will note that I must partially extract the last manipulator from
Miss McCain in order to couple it to the driver head," the Coach instructed his
students.  The reason for this will become abundantly clear when the apparatus is
switched on and our young lady's Quiet Time begins."

That having been said, the Coach stepped to the control console.  "I believe we are
about ready to begin.  Are you quite comfortable, Miss McCain?" he asked.  It was
the first direct question he'd put to the young woman since they'd begun, and she
was expected to respond.  After a moment, she raised her head and turned toward
the powerful older man.

The Coach had to suppress a chuckle when he heard the combined gasps from the
three trainees.  It was the first time they'd seen the girl's face since they'd
arrived, and as everyone in the employ of The Youth Training Center would agree,
Miss Shannon-Elizabeth McCain was a remarkably stunning young lady.  She was, in
fact, a fifteen year old edition of the famous super model, Rebecca Romijn.  The
resemblance could only be described as uncanny.

Ironically, prior to her delivery to the Center, Shannon was being prepped by her
ultra-conservative parents for her own career in modeling.  At age thirteen, she'd
won no less than four very prestigious Jr. Miss beauty pageants, and had
immediately caught the eye of several modeling industry scouts.  Shannon's middle-
class parents had their sights set on wealth and comfort, and their beautiful
daughter was their ticket to the leisure life.

Unfortunately for Mr. and Mrs. McCain, Shannon-Elizabeth caught the eye of a
great many individuals.  It was one of these anonymous admirers who contracted
with TYTC to have the young beauty queen prepared for an entirely different sort
of life style.

The girl refused to answer the Coach at first.  Rick watched enthralled as the older
man calmly returned her rather icy stare, then reached down and flipped a toggle
switch, causing a green LED to glow above it.  Rick glanced quickly toward the blond
Guest, but she gave no indication that anything had happened.  The Coach flipped a
second switch.  A second green LED ignited on the panel, and a soft hiss was heard
from the direction of the Silent Partner.  There was an immediate reaction from the
beautiful blond teenager this time. Her facial expression indicating her surprise
when the warm lubricant was injected into her.

The solution was specially formulated by the TYTC laboratories to very closely
simulate the qualities of her own natural lubricants.  The talented laboratory
technicians had managed to produce a synthesized vaginal fluid that was identical in
both texture and viscosity to the genuine article.  There were, in fact, plans on the
drawing board to bottle and distribute the product on pharmacy shelves.  Profits
from sales would be channeled back into research and development.

The Vaginal Sequencer monitored resistance on the manipulators and automatically
injected lubricant into the female subject as necessary in order to ensure a smooth
and relatively painless operation.

The Coach stepped away from the controls, and the girl stared at him warily as he
approached.  "I thought we were making such great progress, Miss McCain," the man
in white commented as he stood beside the machine.  "What's made you decide to
become difficult again?" he asked with mock disappointment.

The look the girl gave him could have melted steel, but The Coach had seen exactly
the same display of disrespect and contempt a thousand times before.  His hand
moved so quickly that Rick almost missed it when the professional Handler reached
out without warning and slapped the butt end of her CAP Device.  What followed
can best be described as a compound reaction.

Abruptly the blond's nostrils flared and her deep blue eyes shot wide open.
"Uuunngghh!" she grunted in a most unladylike fashion.

Two of the tiny vibration sensors responded to the girl's outburst, the one located
just over her larynx in the collar she wore and the one pressed against her lower
abdomen.  Micro-switches in the machine's CPU closed, and a circuit was made.
Coded electrical impulses were sent to the Discipline Control Processor, and the
three large capacitors were charged.  These combined operations, of course, took
place in a few milli-seconds, and what resulted was the discharge of a 300
watt/second burst of electrical energy which was conducted down the three
connecting rods and delivered to the convoluted walls of Miss Shannon Elizabeth
McCain's vagina.

The second half of the compound reaction was impressive.  As the blond beauty
queen's head flew back and her strong back arched to an incredible angle, the ready
light on the control panel of the Silent Partner winked, indicating that the
capacitors were already recharged and prepared to deliver another pulse whenever
it was called for.

"As you can see," the Coach explained.  "I have enabled the disciplinary circuits."
Ignoring the girl's obvious distress, he stepped to the controls.  "Prior to Miss
McCain being treated to a corrective discharge as a result of her audible
transgression," the Coach continued in a purely clinical manner,  "she was injected
with a special lubricant to better facilitate her time on the Partner."

The three astonished trainees stared at the girl, who was only now settling back
into a prone position on the apparatus, her breathing rapid and thready.  Then they
shifted their attentions to their instructor who continued to lecture them as if
nothing out of the ordinary at all had occurred.

Rick glanced back at the lovely blond teenager while he tried to follow what was
being said.  A sheen of perspiration covered her back and shoulders, and her head
hung down between her outstretched arms.

"To summarize," the Coach said after clearing his throat.  "The start-up procedure
for the Vaginal Sequencer is as follows:  After the Guest is restrained, sensors are
fitted, and the vaginal manipulators are inserted.  She should be asked once, and
only once if she is ready to begin.  She is expected to reply.  If not, then action
should be taken.  Next the Disciplinary Circuits should be enabled, followed by
lubricant injection.  Is everyone with me so far?"  The Coach looked at his students.
All three men nodded.  "Very well.  There is one final instruction that should be
given before her Quiet Time begins, and that is..."

The Coach paused and stepped to the head of apparatus.  He leaned down, and with
surprising gentleness he placed two fingers beneath the girl's chin and raised her
face up to his.

"Miss McCain do you see this camera lens right here?" he asked, pointing to the
recording device.  "Do not speak.  Just nod your head if you understand what I am
telling you," the Coach warned.

Still somewhat stunned from what had felt to her like a kick in the belly, only from
the inside, the blond nodded.

"You've already seen what happens if you should make even the slightest sound." 
He paused for effect. "Furthermore, Miss McCain, during your Quiet Time, you will
be expected to keep your eyes on this camera just as you would the eyes of your
partner.  If you look away, or close your eyes, you will receive a correction.  Do you
understand?"  She nodded again.  "Very well," the Coach said.  "Now kindly do as
you're told and look into the camera for me."  He could see the pure hatred in her
expression as the girl stared at the recording device.

"I don't know what's gotten into her," the Coach said almost apologetically to the
three trainees.  He switched on the laser motion sensor and aimed it into her icy
blue eyes.  "She was behaving so well last week.  Oh well," he shrugged as he
stepped behind the control console.  "No matter how well we think we know them,
they can always surprise us," he commented good-naturedly.

Actually that wasn't at all true.  The Coach had worked with so many young women
during his eleven year tenure with the Center that he understood them very well.
Most of these girls were child's play for him.  He could easily see through their
attempts to either seduce or deceive him.  He was able to predict their thoughts
and anticipate their actions.  Every young lady who came to be a Guest at The Youth
Training Center visited the Gymnasium, and every one spent many hours of quality
time with the Coach.  He was a talented and trusted Senior Handler, and his
methods were very successful and highly effective.

"We are now ready to begin," the Coach announced.  He flipped a third toggle
switch on the panel in front of him.  A third LED flashed to life, and immediately all
eyes turned to the Silent Partner and its lovely occupant.

The three vaginal manipulators immediately began to move and continued
unrelentingly.  The gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams, which moved the
connecting rods back and forth, which unfailingly pushed and pulled the three
synthetic penises in and out of Shannon-Elizabeth in a steady, sequential order
much like the pistons of a rotary style compressor.  By design, the sequential action
of the device insured that there was no time that she would be left completely
empty.

The first correction came just seconds after the Partner started its work, and was
the result of a muffled grunt made by the unhappy teenager.  The second followed
very soon thereafter when she winced and close her eyes, breaking the laser motion
detection beam.  It didn't take too many more, however, before the girl got the
message.

Rick heard a sharp hiss as more lubricant was delivered into the beauty queen.  At
The Youth Training Center foreplay was entirely optional and even discouraged.
After all, Standard Number Three states that Guests shall make themselves
available to staff members at all times.  That means that a Guest must be ready to
make love with little to no warning.  Some Handlers used artificial lubricant, but
most of the more seasoned staff members felt that it was up to the Guest to react
to the situation accordingly.

Even with the benefit of her monthly doses of Thelazine, Shannon-Elizabeth hadn't
begun to adequately self-lubricate.  The Silent Partner, sensing increased vaginal
resistance through its busy team of manipulators, reacted automatically to her
needs and would continue to do so as needed for the next two hours.

Rick and his companions watched in awe as the incredible device made love to the
pretty teenager.  Following the few initial corrective pulses, she settled down and
remained reasonably quiet.  Rick glanced at his wristwatch.  Twenty-five minutes
had passed since the device was switched on.  The only sounds that came from the
Vaginal Sequencer and its lovely occupant now were the steady whine of turning
gears, and of course, the liquid sounds of female arousal.  The sounds of Shannon's
increased breathing rate, resulting from the machine's attentions were permissible
by the computerized sensors attached to her body, but the slightest groan,
whimper or grunt was instantly rewarded.  As the three manipulators moved
relentlessly in and out of the young girl, Rick noticed that her hips began to move
slowly to their cadence.

"I'll be damned," he muttered.  He never would have believed it were someone to
tell him that a female would respond so quickly to the wonderful contrivance.

Overhearing the young trainee, the Coach nodded and smiled knowingly.  Then to
the group he explained.  "The entire operation is pretty much automatic.  At this
time, if we had another Guest who required our attention, we could safely leave
Miss McCain in the capable 'hands' of the Partner.  She will continue to be
lubricated as necessary.  The electronic vaginal wall palpation function will engage if
after a preset time has elapsed the device has recorded no natural spasms or
contractions.  And, of course, all verbal transgressions will be corrected as needed,"
the Coach said as the men watched the amazing events unfurl before them.

"All of her physiological reactions to stimulation will be recorded. including her vital
signs, facial expressions and the eventual intensity and frequency of vaginal
contraction during climax.  So, gentlemen," the Coach said casually, "let's leave Miss
McCain and her lover alone for awhile, and I'll give you the 'Cook's Tour'."

Miss McCain's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of her situation
after approximately forty minutes on the "Partner".  Her habitual moan of pleasure
was rewarded by a mind numbing pulse of internal fire.  The Partner monitored its
occupant, faithfully logging her reactions and the number of corrections she
received.  The camera recorded every wince and every look of concern and wonder
on her face.  With the exception of her initial outbursts and the one orgasmic
vocalization, Miss Shannon-Elizabeth McCain, ex-beauty pageant queen, went on to
enjoy over two full hours of mechanical companionship in almost complete silence.
During her first period of Quiet Time, the Partner logged nine intense orgasms.

"All climaxes with the exception of her first were accomplished within prescribed
audio parameters," the Coach later noted in Shannon-Elizabeth's permanent record.

Continued... SM