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Chapter One - Sandy's Story


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Part of the training," Jim Neilson thought, remembering more of the
material in the Center's brochure.  "Guests shall maintain direct eye
contact with their partner or partners while being attended to." 

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

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

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

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

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

"She is so lovely," Neilson thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Briefly, Mr. Neilson.  All of our Guests are given a very effective
female contraceptive immediately upon their induction to the Center.
This contraceptive can be left in place upon her completion of our
program or it may be removed if you intend to impregnate Miss Winters
or to have her impregnated; a service which by the way, we also
provide."

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

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

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

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

"I beg your pardon," Mr. Neilson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you finished?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..," Neilson began to object.

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

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

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

Mollified for the moment, Neilson nodded his consent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Resenting North's tone of voice, Neilson nodded his consent, none the
less.  He began to remove his clothing, his heart racing at a fairly
alarming pace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahhhhhh," Sandy groaned, mindlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

While Karen rattled on about how Sandy would be expected to satisfy
two to four men at a time, the young girl's mind wandered to a happier
time.  Sandy wistfully remembered when she could get practically
anything she wanted from a boy just by looking at him that "certain
way".  Now in just a few minutes, she would be expected to give up
everything to several men.  The tables had certainly turned for our
fourteen year old beauty.  What Sandy didn't take into consideration
as she sat pondering her fate was that only a few short weeks ago, she
would have been entertaining thoughts of resistance and escape.  Now,
however, she was prepared to do what was expected of her.  Sandy's
only worry was whether or not she would be able to please her Primary.
"And I'll be right there to help out.  Won't that be great, Blondy?"
Karen asked, bringing Sandy back to the present.  She looked at Karen
with a puzzled look that elicited a chuckle from the big girl.  "Well,
let's go, Blondy.  I can't wait to see how you do with a bunch of
guys."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Center thought of everything.

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