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Chapter Two - Megan's Tale

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

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

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

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

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

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

For months now the Center's Research Department had been involved in
the development of a new designer drug.  The reports that North had
read recently described the drug as a breakthrough in the area of
female mood enhancing compounds.  Since the dawn of recorded history
mankind has sought after a drug that would help to speed up the
process of seduction of the female of the species.  Among those that
have emerged lately have been the very popular "date rape" drugs such
as Rohypnol (flunitrazepam), street-named "roofies," "roachies,"
"rophies," "ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha," "rope," and
"the forget pill." (Rohypnol is manufactured by the pharmaceutical
company F. Hoffmann-La Roche).  Rohypnol like all of the date rape
drugs tends to render the subject unconscious as well as inducing a
state of amnesia, making it the ideal solution for those who wish to
enjoy sex with an unconscious female.  

The Center's chemists, on the other hand, have been immersed in the
development of a drug that would help to induce a state of willingness
and cooperation in the mind of the fully conscious subject.  Tests had
been performed using various derivatives of the drug Viagra, but test
subjects tended to become aggressive; a bit too willing, so to speak.
The single biggest challenge facing the researchers was to design a
compound that would render the subject somewhat more cooperative, but
not to the point of becoming controlling or predatory, a distinctly
distasteful attribute in a female.  Consistent with the Center's
untarnished record of success, the dedicated staff of men and women in
the Research Department had just recently approved the drug, Thelazine
for testing in the general population.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seated behind his desk, Adam North looked on with an impassive
expression.  Even though he was thoroughly enjoying watching his top
Handler administer to the haughty young blond, he would never let his
emotions show.  This was serious business.  Megan was at this very
moment receiving her first lesson in submission and obedience.  
It had long been a belief of North's that the fastest way to a girl's
heart is through her back door.  For this reason, all new inductees at
The Center are entered anally by their primary Handler as soon as
possible, and wherever possible in public.  Later today, Alex would no
doubt see to it that Megan was fitted with her C.A.P. Device, but for
now the girl would have to settle for her Handler's finger.  For the
remainder of her stay at The Youth Training Center, Megan Richards
would never find herself without something filling her anal passage.
This policy was known as Continuous Anal Presence or simply C.A.P. for
short.  The incredible margin of success at training young women at
The Center is largely attributable directly to the  C.A.P. Program.

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

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

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

North nodded toward Alex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..." Megan began to object. 

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

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

Megan stared at the floor, utterly humiliated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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









The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at about the same
height as a barber's chair and had controls that allowed it to be
raised or lowered to any height.  The seat back could also be raised
or lowered allowing the person in the chair to be seated upright or
reclined in a recumbent position.  The real distinguishing feature of
the chair was the seat itself.  The seat bottom was split into two
sections such that the occupant's thighs were cradled and supported
while leaving her buttocks unconstrained and accessible.  Attached to
the seat were two six inch wide fiberglass leg extensions which ended
in stainless steel stirrups.   The lower extremity extensions were
articulated such that they could be adjusted in virtually any
direction, side to side or up and down.  On the sides of the chair
were arm rests.  These rests, like the leg extensions, were also
adjustable, and like the leg rests, they were equipped with nylon
restraint straps which fastened with velcro closures.  Just above the
top of the seat back a padded restraint band was attached to a head
rest at neck level.  In the odd chair, fondly referred to by The
Center staff as the "Cooperation Seat", a person could be restrained
by the throat, arms and legs, rendering her totally immobile and
helpless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh... Jeeeesss..!" Megan gasped as the man's long middle finger
forced aside her tender tissues on its journey into her inner sanctum,
and although she was virtually dry, the Handler managed to gain full
penetration into Megan in a matter of seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

"Snick.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That fact certainly didn't escape the observant eye of her Handler,
however.  Alex made another mental note to later be transferred to
Megan's permanent file.  "Miss Richards seems to self-lubricate
adequately, even under duress.  The Thelazine appears to be working,"
he'd later write.  Feeling a series of reflexive vaginal contractions
as his young charge attempted to resist penetration, Alex pressed
onward and inward.  When the four inch calibration band disappeared
from sight between moist, pink flesh, Alex paused, rotated the device
then withdrew the shaft about two inches.  He felt Megan squeeze, in
an attempt to force the foreign object from within herself.  Placing
the palm of his left hand flat down on Megan's tummy, Alex moved the
shining cylinder in and out a couple of inches in four or five
relatively rapid cycles.  He felt Megan's abdominal muscles flex
beneath her soft, warm belly in time to his cadence.  "Adequate
muscular response," he noted.

"Ohhhhh..." Megan moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan uttered another unladylike grunt when Alex suddenly shoved the
vaginal micrometer deeply into her, pushing hard against the
resistance of her cervix.  As the young lady's back arched once more
in response, Alex noted that the ten inch mark on the shaft of the
probe was no longer visible.  Then he once again pressed the button on
the blunt end.  This time as Megan's hips bucked upward in response to
the pulsed electrical stimuli, Alex made note of the readout in the
small LCD window on the end of the micrometer.

Based upon the difference in vaginal muscle tension at full
contraction versus full relaxation, exerted upon lines of tiny
pressure sensors located along the length of the device, the small
computer inside the micrometer quickly calculated that at her current
level of sexual experience, Megan Richards could safely accept a male
organ or other artificial device of approximately ten to ten and one
half inches in length and two and one half inches in diameter or
fifty-one, point five cubic inches of mass.  While holding the probe
deeply inside of Megan, Alex touched two small buttons just below the
LCD display.  This caused the device to scroll backward, displaying
several values in pounds per square inch.  What these readings
represented was the force in PSI exerted by Megan's vaginal muscles
during the period when Alex was performing artificial intercourse on
her using the probe.  In addition to reading maximum vaginal pressure
following the pulse discharge, the instrument also recorded the
instinctive vaginal contractions which occur during female arousal.
Alex frowned at these numbers.  Although Megan appeared capable of
handling a sizeable partner, she lacked the muscular discipline that
could only come with practice and training.  This would soon be
remedied, however, for Miss Megan Richards would soon receive plenty
of training and practice in the Center's Gymnasium in addition to
actual "sack time" with no less than two lovers per day.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God!  Oh nnnnnn... Ugghh!" Megan groaned helplessly as she was
examined minutely.

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

"Jeeesss.." Megan huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

Another specialized instrument designed by The Center, the CAP device
is made of a clear acrylic material that allows the wearer to be
inspected visually without the need for removal.  Shaped like a small
bomb, the device has a rounded point for ease of insertion then quicky
widens to provide the bearer with a maximum sense of presence.  From
there the device tapers to a narrow neck which is designed to capture
the first anal sphincter, effectively locking the device in place. The
neck then widens again to keep the anal opening dilated for easy
access. The size six CAP device that Alex held in front of Megan was
approximately six inches long and one and one quarter inches in
diameter its widest point.


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

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

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

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

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

"Noo," Megan whined.  

Alex reached between her thighs.

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

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

"Open your eyes!" Alex snapped.

Megan did as she was told instantly.

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

"Oh, God!" Megan moaned again.

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

"Mmm mmm..." she whined while Alex twisted the clear cylinder slowly
from side to side.  Once it was coated with silken juice, Alex
withdrew the instrument, lowered its rounded tip approximately one
inch, and then with one fluid motion Alex inducted his latest subject
into The Center's general population.  "Uuuggghhhh!" Megan grunted,
her anal sphincter snapping into place around the neck of her CAP
device.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan spit in his face then jerked her face away.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There now," Alex murmured from beside his young charge.  "That's
better, isn't it?"  Before Megan finished, Alex unexpectedly reached
his hand between her thighs.  After cupping his fingers, he allowed
his hand to fill with Megan's hot urine.  Then much to the girl's
dismay, Megan's Principal pressed his hand up against her, rubbing her
urine into her pubic hair then up onto her tummy.  Alex then started
to slowly finger fuck Megan's ass again while he rubbed her urine into
the soft skin of her belly and hips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shhhh," she hushed softly.

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

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

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

"She asked you to make love to her, Miss Richards," Alex said from his
seat nearby.  "Both Rob and I would also like for you to make love to
Caroline.  Wouldn't we Rob?" he asked looking at the other Handler who
sat opposite him.  Megan simply couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yes I would," Rob replied, "but perhaps Caroline needs to show Miss
Richards what to do.  Have you ever had a same sex experience, Miss
Richards?" Rob asked from across the big bed in an entirely
conversational tone of voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" Megan gasped.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A wholly unusual almost itching sensation started in her crotch as the
Buzzer stimulated her vaginal walls, transmitting its energy to
Megan's genital soft tissues, specifically, her labia and clitoris.
Megan shifted her hips, attempting to relieve the growing discomfort. 
"Answer Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  "When ever a Handler
asks you a direct question, you are expected to answer immediately."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi Rob," one of the Handlers answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I certainly do," Rob replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ow!" she whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan turned and gave Martin her "look".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yuck!" Megan said softly by mistake.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, sir," Caroline answered dutifully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Service Position Two," he reiterated coldly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..." Megan began to object!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Service Position Two," Butch commanded.

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

"Put it in your mouth," he ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan put up quite a struggle for about a minute, but soon the torment
provided by her CAP Device coupled with the slow onset of hypoxia
caused the reluctant young girl to become more subdued.  After about
two minutes, Megan heaved violently in a last ditch effort to free
herself.  Soon, however, her body shuddered then lay still.  At that
exact moment, Rob grabbed her by the hair and pulled Megan's head up,
extracting Butch's cock from her throat and clearing her airway. Megan
fell forward into Butch's lap while she gradually regained coherence.
When at last her eyes blinked open, Butch took her by her hair and
pulled her head back enough so he could look her directly in the eyes.
"Since this is your first time, Miss Richards, I am going to break
protocol and offer you my cock."  Taking his manhood in his other
hand, Butch pressed the head to Megan's lips.  "In the future, you
will be expected to do this for yourself.  In Service Position Two,
the Handler is not suppose to assist the Guest at all.  Now suck me
off and be quick about it, bitch!" Butch barked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A little faster, please," Butch ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good.  Again." Butch ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joined in the hall by Rob, the threesome halted briefly while Rob
responded to a page.  "OK.  I understand." he spoke into a wall phone.
Megan couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but it was
obvious that Rob had received orders.  

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

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

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

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

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

"Curious?" Megan thought.  

To the left of these stood a stainless steel contrivance that
resembled an Aerodyne style excer-cycle except that the pedal crank
sets were positioned fairly widely apart.  In place of the resistance
fan was a shining steel cylinder aligned horizontally between the
pedals.  Extending from the cylinder was a shaft that pointed in the
direction of the "excer-cycle" seat.  Megan studied the odd appliance
for several minutes before noticing something that chilled her through
and through.  Along the back wall of the large mirrored room stood a
row of six or eight ominous and all too familiar pieces of equipment. 
In fact, one of the Cooperation Seats was currently being used.  It
was difficult to see its occupant because the burly body of a Handler
stood between Megan and the young girl who's slim legs were restrained
widely apart.  The larger man's hips moved rhythmically in the
familiar motion of love making.  Even from across the room, Megan
could see the muscles of his buttocks flex as he exerted himself.
Megan could not see much of the recipient of his attentions, only her
slim legs and small feet.  Megan felt ill.  The girl couldn't have
been much older than thirteen.  While Megan watched in growing horror,
the occupant of the Cooperation Seat endured her lover in customary
silence.  The only reaction that Megan could detect from this distance
was the flexing of the girl's small hands in the upper extremity
restraints of the evil apparatus.  Megan then heard a second "clank"
of steel against tile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan glared hatefully at Rob.

"See what I mean?" Rob chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan had a bad feeling about this.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Coach."

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

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

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

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

"Thirty seconds," The Coach intoned.   

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

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

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

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

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

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

The younger girl nodded, obediently.

"Are you scheduled for male companionship later today?"  

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

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

The blond took the note from him.

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

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

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

"Yes, Coach," Adrian said mechanically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huuuhhhh!"  Her entire body convulsed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan looked at him then shook her head plaintively.  

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

Megan stared at him apprehensively.  

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

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

"One.." The Coach said.

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

"Two.." The Coach counted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan looked down at him in disbelief.  

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

Megan was struck dumb with shocked astonishment.

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

"Wh.. What?" Megan stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, what?" the Coach countered

Megan gave him a look that could smelt iron.

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

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

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

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

"Ugghh!" she grunted softly.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

Megan groaned barely audibly, but held her tongue.

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

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

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

Megan looked away, refusing to answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan glared at him in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan looked at him in bewilderment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan flexed relatively unused muscles.

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

"But..." Megan began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

"Nooooo!" Megan moaned and tried to struggle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Megan looked up at him while Ken continued his work.

"Repeat your mantra," the Coach said flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Service Position One," her lover prompted.

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

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

After almost thirty minutes of continuous attention, Kenneth managed
to bring the head strong blond very close to climax.  And thanks to
the effects of Thelazine, Megan's anatomy responded favorably to Ken's
diligence.  Instinctively, Megan's vaginal tissues swelled around his
pistoning member in preparation to accept his seed.  With the Coach's
ever present prompting, Megan concentrated on her vaginal and anal
control, more so than the fact she was being taken against her will.
Her will, by the way, was rapidly fading.  The Coach saw it first in
Megan's facial expression.  That "inward stare" as he referred to it,
when a female at last becomes totally wrapped around her lover, both
mentally and physically.  Ken soon felt it in Megan's internal
musculature as well as the beginnings of orgasmic contractions rippled
through the young woman's vaginal passage.  Megan's breathing had
assumed the same cadence as her lover's thrusts as she huffed softly
in time with Ken.  Her face, neck and shoulders were flushed a rosy
pink.  Megan Richards was very, very close.  Then just as her eyes
began to glaze slightly, the Coach order Ken out of her.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here I am," the sweet child's voice echoed from the hallway.  From
behind Alex the young brunette padded into the bed chamber then jumped
up onto the bed next to Megan.  

Trying not to be too terribly obvious, Megan slid away from the warped
little girl.

Alex hadn't missed a thing, however, and his expression reflected his
displeasure.  "I realize that it's your first day, Miss Richards, but
I do hope that you will make an effort to join our little family over
the next few weeks.  As you have no doubt seen in your brief time with
us, it is quite difficult to remain alone here."

Megan said nothing.  She knew better than to argue or complain. So she
chose to say nothing at all.

Although such behavior could be considered blatant.  Alex decided to
let it go for today.  Turning to Caroline he asked warmly, "Who is
your partner tonight, sweetheart?"

"I think, Todd wanted to be with me tonight," the little girl answered
with complete candor.  She smiled sweetly.

"Good," Alex said in return.  "Todd is a good man and an excellent
Handler.  I know you will take good care of him, Caroline."

Caroline beamed.

"And you, Miss Richards?  Who do we have scheduled to be with you this
evening?"

Megan who'd been listening to Alex's conversation with Caroline
couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "I beg your pardon," Megan
responded.

"Didn't you check the bulletin board, Miss Richards?" he asked.  When
Megan responded with a blank look, Alex finally understood.  "I see,"
he said.  "I guess no one has pointed out our Partner Board to you."
Without waiting for a response from Megan, Alex explained.  "At the
end of the hall near the bathrooms, we have a bulletin board.  All of
our Guests are required to check this board daily.  On this board you
will find your schedule of classes and sessions for each day. Personal
notes will also be left posted there for you.  In addition, your
nightly Partner assignment will be posted there.  A responsible Guest
will check the board several times a day.  At a minimum you will need
to know who is to be your Partner for the night and what his or her
special needs are.  Am I making myself clear, Miss Richards?"

Megan remained silent for a short time then asked, "By `Partner', do
you mean what I think you mean?"  

"I thought we went over all of that earlier, Miss Richards," Alex
said, not attempting to conceal his impatience.  "As a Guest of the
Center, you are assigned a more or less permanent Principal and
Companion," Alex explained.  "I am your Principal or Principal Handler
at this time, although that may change as I am very busy with new
enrollees.  Caroline is your Companion."  Alex smiled at the little
brunette then continued.  "Each night our Guests are assigned a
Partner for the evening.  Our assigned Partners are, as a rule, also
certified Handlers, but not always.  A lot depends upon what we feel a
Guest needs in order to further her training program.  For example,
Caroline here needs more work on deep oral penetration routines.  Todd
is an expert in this area.  So Todd will be with Caroline tonight, and
every night until Rob, her Principal feels she has mastered the
technique."

Megan would never cease to be amazed by the things she heard in this
place.  She was stunned by the casual frankness with which Alex
discussed what amounted to the statutory rape of an eleven year old
girl.

"You, Miss Richards, were scheduled for a date with Deke this
afternoon and as a result no partner has been assigned.  Generally
following a date with Deke, our Guests are left somewhat incapacitated
for a day or two.  We aren't animals, after all."  Megan smirked.
"Unfortunately,"  Alex went on, ignoring Megan's latest violation,
"Deke was busy with another problem case this afternoon.  So.. Let's
see," Alex said thinking out loud.

Just then a sandy haired Handler stepped up beside Alex.  "Hi, Alex,"
he said.

"Hello, Todd," Alex replied politely.

"Hi, Todd," Caroline said from her seat on the edge of the big bed.

"Hi, Caroline," Todd said cheerily.  "Are you ready for bed?" he
asked.

"Uh huh," Caroline answered.

"Do you mind, Alex, or will we disturb you?" Todd asked, nodding
toward Megan.

"No.. No.. Absolutely not, Todd.  You two go right ahead.  We're about
done here anyway.  I've got to run find Miss Richards a Partner for
the evening, then I'm going home."

"You off tonight?" Todd asked, moving into the room.

"Yeah, and I need the break too," Alex confided candidly.  "North has
been working me to death with all of the new enrollees.  I have one
more to go to fitting tonight, and then I'm outta here."

Meanwhile, Caroline slid around to one side of the bed and Todd
followed.  Megan couldn't believe it, but in no time at all, the
little brunette had removed the man's rather hefty penis from within
his coveralls and popped it into her mouth.  The sounds of the
youngster's oral efforts resounded in the otherwise quiet sleeping
chamber.

Seeing the expression of incredulity on the face of his charge, Alex
asked, "Is there anything wrong, Miss Richards?"

Tearing her eyes from the activities on the other side of the bed,
Megan answered, "Well, yeah.  I mean...  Are they going to do that
right here.  I mean, what about when we go to sleep?"

"Miss Richards, you might as well get used to sleeping with Caroline.
You two will become practically inseparable over the next few weeks."

"Yeah, but.. I mean... What about him?" Megan said turning to look at
the loving couple.  Todd stood with his hands on his hips beside the
bed.  To Megan's great surprise, little Caroline had buried her nose
in his pubic hair.  That meant that the young girl had managed to
swallow Todd completely.  "God!" Megan thought.  She shivered at the
thought. 

"Todd will also be spending the night tonight as will a Partner for
you, Miss Richards as soon as I can find a volunteer."

Megan's mouth fell open in astonishment.

Alex laughed merrily at her consternation then said, "Don't worry,
Miss Richards.  Your Partner needs to sleep too.  He won't keep you up
all night.  Just part of it.  Why don't you just lie down beside
Caroline and Todd and relax.  I'll send someone in for you soon."  

Megan could do nothing but gaze dumbly at Alex.

"Have a nice evening, and try to get some rest.  You have a busy day
ahead of you tomorrow."  With that, Alex turned and walked away down
the corridor.

Megan sat stunned, staring blankly at the doorway.  It seemed like
there would be no end to this madness.  Then the bed shook as Caroline
and her Partner crawled under the sheets together.  Megan tried not to
listen to the giggles and squeals as two animated lumps began to
frolic beneath the covers on the other side of the bed.  After a
moment the giggles became whispers and murmurs, and the two mounds
under the sheets merged into one.  Megan turned sideways on the bed,
trying to keep her back to the occupied side of the big bed.  She
heard more whispers, then suddenly silence.  Just as Megan turned to
see what was happening there came a soft cry. 

"Ohhhhh...."  

Then, shortly afterward, a man's whisper.

"Yes, Caroline..."

Megan turned away.  She hugged herself and shivered.  The big bed
began to rock rhythmically.  Megan felt sick.  "How could anyone do
that to a child?" Megan wondered in disgust.  She didn't have a lot of
time to consider the matter further, however.

"Good evening, Miss Richards," the Handler said from the doorway.  

Megan turned quickly.  She immediately recognized the man as one of
the beastly individuals she'd encountered earlier that day in the
hallways of the horrible institution.  She remembered also that he was
not a nice man.

"We met this afternoon, if you recall," the Handler said.  "My name is
Martin."  He stepped through the door and walked toward Megan on the
bed.  "Who's your Companion?" he asked nodding in the direction of the
heaving lump under the bedcovers.

"Caroline," Megan answered flatly.

"Ah yes.  A good choice.  Caroline is an experienced young lady," he
said conversationally.

Megan didn't try to disguise her feelings of loathing and revulsion.
They were painted quite plainly on her face as the man stepped in
front of her.  Martin, who was well trained in the art of reading a
woman's facial expressions knew precisely how he should proceed based
upon Megan's unwitting display of her feelings.  Also, he'd reviewed
her files just minutes earlier.  Even though she'd been with the
Center for less than twenty-four hours, Megan Richards had already
developed quite a reputation as a "Resistant".  Martin was quite adept
at dealing with "Resistants".

"I am to be your Partner this evening, Miss Richards, so let's begin."

Megan looked up at him apprehensively.  She already hated this man.
Then , shutting her eyes, Megan vowed silently to resist.  She waited.

"Service Position Two," the Handler said in a tone of command.

Megan didn't move.  Nor did she open her eyes.  Inside, she was
terrified.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards," the Handler repeated patiently
after a moment.  He moved closer so that his pants legs touched
Megan's knees.  When after two minutes Megan had failed to respond to
his order, the Handler took her chin none to gently in his left hand,
and tipped her face upward.  "Open your eyes, Miss Richards and listen
carefully to what I say."  His voice was cold.  Something told Megan
that she'd better at least look at him.  Reluctantly she opened her
eyes.  The Handler remained silent for several moments while he stared
into Megan's eyes.  At last he said very quietly and distinctly, "Miss
Richards I can arrange to have a dozen volunteers join us at any
time."  Megan's eyes grew wider.  "Would you prefer more company for
the evening, Miss Richards?" Martin asked.  Megan lowered her eyes.
"Look at me and answer my question, Miss Richards," the Handler
ordered.  He squeezed Megan's cheeks uncomfortably hard.  

"Nnnnnn.." Megan cried through clenched teeth.

Martin studied her for a long while.  Then he delivered his ultimatum.
"I've read your file, Miss Richards, and you are considered a trouble
maker.  I do not tolerate trouble makers or resistive Guests."  Megan
stared at him guardedly as he continued.  "I expect full cooperation
out of you beginning right now.  If you hesitate to obey for one
instant, I will call for assistance.  Be advised, Miss Richards.  If
you force me to call for additional volunteers, you will not be
getting much sleep tonight.  Obey me without question or entertain a
dozen men."  He pushed Megan back onto the bed.

Megan glared up at the wicked man while she rubbed her jaw.  Some day
she would get even with these horrible people.  Some day.. Some how. 

But not this night...

"Service Position Two," Martin ordered.

Slowly Megan pushed herself to a sitting position.  She sincerely
hoped that her feelings of icy hatred were adequately reflected in her
eyes as she reached out for the opening of the Handler's coverall.  

Megan was taken by her Partner twice that evening after she'd
completed  her oral duties; once vaginally and once, much to Megan's
displeasure, anally.  Martin was not a gentle lover.  He performed
with a calculated ferocity, that caused Megan a good deal of
discomfort and left her totally unsatisfied.  

In addition, at one point during the anal portion of her evening's
performance, when Megan had been reduced to a grunting, drooling mass,
face down on the bed with her Handler's cock planted so deeply into
her rear end that Megan thought it would explode out of her navel,
she'd dug her fingernails into the sheets and rolled her head to the
side.  Opening her eyes briefly, Megan saw both Caroline and her
Partner watching her ordeal intently.  They were both smiling.

Megan awoke with a start.  It was several minutes before she became
fully cognizant and aware of her surroundings.  Rolling her head to
the side, she was met with the face of a stranger.  Her surprise was
quickly replaced by dismay when unwanted memories flooded back.  Megan
sat up quickly rather than lay beside the Handler for even one second
longer.  Carefully she swung her legs around until she sat on the edge
of the mattress with her back to her Partner.  She couldn't believe
that she'd actually managed to fall asleep with the loathsome man.
Megan's head felt thick.  She had no idea what time it had been when
the Handler had finished with her the night before, but she knew she'd
been totally exhausted.  

Megan groaned and put a hand on her belly.  She was quite sore. Moving
her hand downward, Megan spread her legs and gingerly explored
herself.  "Uh, God!" she mumbled in disgust.  Her sparse blond pubic
hair was matted and sticky with a mixture of dried sweat, vaginal
fluid and coagulated semen.  Megan Richards began her second day at
The Youth Training Center feeling filthy and despondent.  The program
was working.

She felt him stir behind her.  "Good morning, Miss Richards," Martin
said as he rolled onto his back.  Megan said nothing.  She squirmed
slightly.  Her CAP Device was particularly painful this morning.  "I
trust you are rested," the Handler inquired, jamming a pillow under
his head.  Megan nodded, but remained silent.  She was learning that
not answering a direct question meant trouble.  "Good, then let's get
started."  Megan held her breath, awaiting her first order of the day.
"Service Position Three," Miss Richards," the Handler commanded.

Megan had been taught this new routine just last night.  "Service
Position Three" required her to first manually or orally arouse her
mate to full erection, then mount him by straddling his hips and
facing him.  She was expected to position his penis then lower herself
onto him.  It was then her responsibility to raise and lower herself
on him until such a time as she's either told to stop, or until he
inseminates her.  She was to do this without any assistance or
participation on the part of the male or female partner (Strap on
devices are used frequently at TYTC.).

Megan sighed heavily.  Then, reluctantly, but without any noticeable
signs of resistance, Megan rolled onto her side beside the Handler
named Martin, took his flaccid cock in her hand and began the business
of getting him hard.  Martin placed his hands behind his head on the
pillow and monitored her progress.  Surprised that she wasn't required
to perform fellatio on the Handler, Megan quickly coaxed him to full
erection.  The fact that Martin was a sizeable man required Megan to
first stand up on the mattress and step across him, straddling his
hips.  She took his thick shaft in her hand, aimed it upward, then
slowly squatted down onto him.  Megan even remembered to maintain eye
contact from the moment the tip of his penis touched her.  She
actually felt a warped sense of pride as she went down on her Handler.
The program was working.  Unfortunately, because she was fairly dry
from lack of foreplay, (considered detrimental at TYTC) and still
quite sore from her activities the evening before, Megan moaned softly
as her Handler's cock made its way into her.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" her Handler barked.  Martin made a mental
note to recommend some "QTT" (Quiet Time Training) for Megan.  He
stared into her eyes, looking for signs of the obstinance he'd seen
last night.  He studied her face, searching for that deeply entrenched
resentment that fuels disobedience.  As Megan began to service him,
Martin made another mental note.  

Later, he would make this entry in her permanent records:

	Megan Richards, at the beginning of her second day, is most
likely fully aware of her situation.  After working with her for one
evening and one morning I see definite signs of progress, however I
believe her self-determination lies just below the surface.  It is my
opinion that although Miss Richards holds some promise for completing
her program of conditioning at TYTC, I feel that she requires constant
supervision and attention.  I recommend some "Quiet Time Training" in
addition to her regular routines, and as soon as possible she should
be scheduled to see Deke.

Martin left Megan's bed at around eight-thirty, leaving her exhausted
from her efforts and filled with his semen.  At a point during Megan's
servicing of Martin, young Caroline and her Partner had awaked, and
much to Megan's abhorrence, the older man had then made love to the
young child unabashedly right beside her.  Not that Megan'd had a
great deal of time to spend watching them for she'd been entirely too
wrapped up with her own morning duties.  Todd had eventually finished
with Caroline and made his exit, leaving Megan and the youngster alone
in the rumpled bed.

"How did you like Martin?" Caroline asked after she'd had time to
catch her breath.  "I think he's a nice man.  Don't you?"

Megan stared at the little girl in stunned disbelief.  "How could she
possibly think that any one of these horrible creatures was nice?"
Megan wondered.  Then a chilling thought occurred to her.  "Could
Caroline be that brain washed?  Surely she wouldn't have believed that
the things these men were doing to her are considered acceptable,
before the time of her abduction.  At some point in time she must have
been a normal little girl."

"He showed me lots of new stuff the last time he was my Partner,"
Caroline said in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Is this what I'll turn into one day?" Megan thought with a shudder.
"Brain-washed and conditioned to do anything any man asks?  A robot. A
sex machine?"  She felt sick.  For the first time since her arrival at
The Center, Megan Richards felt deep sense of dismay. Subconsciously,
she resigned just a little more.

"I don't want to talk about it," Megan said at last to Caroline. "This
is a horrible place filled with horrible people, and I plan to do
everything I can to fight them!" she then added, with what little
confidence she had left.

Caroline was silent for awhile, then said with a genial smile, "OK,
have it your way.  We had better get going, though.  It's bath time
and then breakfast."  With that, the little brunette bounced off the
bed and stood waiting with her hand extended in Megan's direction,
indicating that she should come along.  Reluctantly, Megan swung her
legs off the side of the bed and stood.  Then, led like a child by a
child, Megan, escorted by Caroline went out to start her day.

Like the day before, Megan was bathed publically by a helpful
volunteer.  Her toiletry and other personal hygiene needs were also
seen to for her while an audience of perhaps fifteen people gazed on
appraisingly.  Once all was in order, Caroline led her to the
cafeteria where she had a nutritious and filling breakfast consisting
of eggs, bacon and semen.  The latter, for the first time, was served
to her at body temperature in an eight ounce glass.  In it was the
combined offerings of six volunteer donors.  Megan had gagged
horribly, but was eventually coaxed into finishing the entire helping,
by two attending Handlers.  

Alex had shown up at some point during her repast, and eventually
advised Megan of her schedule for the day.  "I'll drop you off at the
Gym to begin with, Miss Richards," Alex said.  "The Coach is anxious
to continue your program."  Megan glared at him icily.  A little semen
seeped from the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek.  Megan
wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand.  "Some points of
interest were noted in you records by your Partner, Martin following
last night's exercises, and I've asked The Coach to consider them in
your program today."

What do you mean?" Megan asked, speaking out of turn.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Alex shouted instantly.  "No comment or
reply on your part is required.  You will understand when the time
comes, I'm sure."  Megan did not like the sound of that.  "Come with
me, Miss Richards," Alex ordered.  Then looking in Caroline's
direction he said, "We'll have her back to you this evening, Caroline.
I know you have things to do today as well.  I understand you will be
graduating soon.  Isn't that so?"  The sweet little brunette
practically glowed with pride as she nodded her pretty head
enthusiastically.  "You're a good girl, Caroline.  The Center will
miss you," Alex added then held his hand out toward Megan.  "You could
take a lesson from Caroline, Miss Richards.  Cooperation, it appears
is not your long suit.  Now come along."

A renewed sense of rage and profound hatred filled Megan Richards as
she slowly stood and took her Handler's offered hand.  "Some day! Some
how!" Megan spat venomously, but silently.  

The Coach, being an extremely efficient man, started Megan on her
weight training regimens right away.  The vaginal weight lifting
appliance was inserted and to begin with, a four pound weight was
applied.  "You must concentrate, Miss Richards," the Coach scolded
when the device immediately fell to the floor between Megan's feet.
"Repeat your mantra," he ordered.

Megan glared at the man.  Then head and eyes downcast, she mumbled,
"To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege.  To hold him
inside of me is my duty."

The apparatus was reinserted.  Megan shuddered, then groaned as the
phallic device separated soft tissues on its journey deep within her.

"Your mantra, again," the Coach barked.  He placed his other hand on
the butt end of her CAP while Megan recited.  "Begin," he ordered,
releasing the weight trainer.  "Concentrate!" he snapped.  Megan bore
down.  She groaned from the strain.  "Silence!" the Coach hissed.  He
pressed upward on the end of her CAP.  Megan gasped.... audibly.  The
weight and vaginal appliance crashed to the floor.

The Coach had been kneeling beside Megan.  With a distinct air of
frustration and disapproval, he stood and said, "Come with me, Miss
Richards."  He took Megan by her wrist and led her across the floor of
the ghastly gymnasium.

This being only her second visit to the gym, Megan had not had time to
fully appreciate most of the sophisticated and specialized equipment
the facility had to offer.  Some of the mechanisms looked vaguely like
those one might find in a normal work out facility.  Others were
completely foreign in appearance.  Their imagined functions brought a
chill to Megan as she was led past.  

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

Megan stood beside the Coach, eyeing the cuffs and cummerbund warily.
She felt relatively certain that they were intended to restrain.  She
would soon discover that her assessment was indeed accurate.

"Please straddle the apparatus, Miss Richards, and then lie face down
on the pad in the center," the Coach instructed without hesitation.
"Your breasts should just overhand the platform at the one end and
your thighs the other.  We can make adjustments as necessary."  

Megan stared at him with guarded loathing.

"Do it now, Miss Richards," he said, responding to her malignant
expression calmly and professionally.

Megan stared down at the hateful looking device then back to the
Coach.  He remained silent, bear-like arms folded across his chest,
face set in stone.  Megan, as always, had no choice.  In the end, she
had to obey.

"Place your hands on the cross-bar, Miss Richards.  Wrists in the
cuffs," the Coach instructed while he busied himself synching the
cummerbund restraint tightly around Megan's waist.

"But...." Megan began to whine.

"Silence, and do as you are told!" the Coach barked.  Megan
reluctantly took hold of the cold metal tubing then allowed her
tormentor to close the padded cuffs around her wrists, securing her
hands to the cross-bar.  She did not resist him, when he then placed
her ankles, first the right, then the left, into the restraint cuffs
at the opposite end of the apparatus.  Megan was helpless, strapped
face down to an evil device who's full purpose she did not yet know.
She began to be afraid.

The Coach circled the machine, inspecting his handiwork to be certain
that Megan was secured.  Then he stepped over to a large stainless
steel cabinet standing beside the apparatus to which Megan was
attached.  He swung open the double doors of the enclosure, exposing a
horizontal work surface with locker doors beneath.  On the work
surface was what appeared to be a recording device of some sort.
Attached to it were several wires leading to contact pads much like an
EKG machine.  One wire led to a black velcro band.  Picking up said
band, the Coach turned to Megan.  "Hold still, Miss Richards.  This
won't hurt at all."  After brushing Megan's hair aside, he fitted the
two inch wide band around her neck like a collar and fastened it in
the back.  "It's nothing more than a throat microphone," he explained
as he adjusted the collar so that the small metallic sensor on its
inner surface lay directly over Megan's larynx.  Next he taped two of
the sensor pads to Megan's back over her rib cage, one on either side
of her spine.  Then, lastly he pushed one pad up under Megan's belly
so that it lay against her lower abdomen just below her navel.  

"Very well then, Miss Richards," he said at last, apparently satisfied
with his work thus far.  "Are you quite comfortable?" he asked.  Megan
refused to answer.  "No reply?" the Coach chuckled.  "Funny you should
choose to remain silent at this particular time."  Megan gave him a
curious look.  "You see, Miss Richards, the apparatus who's purpose
you are about to experience, we refer to as our "Silent Partner". Time
spent with the "Silent Partner" is know simply as "Quiet Time".
Turning her head, Megan gazed defiantly at the man.  Ignoring her, the
Coach continued.  "It has been brought to the attention of your
Handler and to that of the Headmaster, and consequently to my
attention as well, that you appear to be having trouble adhering to
our standard of silence."  Megan opened her mouth to comment, but
quickly thought better of it.  The Coach continued.  "This is, of
course a non-negotiable standard, and one that we take quite
seriously.  You, Miss Richards, have been observed to be in violation
of this standard on many occasions even over the past twenty-four
hours."  He held up a hand, pretending to fend off any potential
objection on Megan's part.  None was forthcoming.  "Granted, Miss
Richards, you are new here, and a certain number of infractions are to
be expected.  However, this does not mean that they are to be
condoned.  We believe that silence is absolutely imperative for a
Guest under all circumstances including and in particular while she is
providing service to a mate or mates."  He paused for a moment to let
his words "sink in".  "You, Miss Richards," the Coach went on, "appear
to be either unwilling or unable to adhere to this regulation.  As a
result, you have been scheduled for some `Quiet Time'.  We will begin
shortly.  I believe that you will understand and appreciate the
function of this device very quickly without the need for lengthy
explanation or instruction."

While Megan watched, her position causing her to have to crane her
neck painfully, the Coach opened the lower locker in the enclosure and
removed a bulky contrivance composed of gears and cams.  Stepping out
of Megan's line of sight, he quickly fastened the contraption to the
rails above and between Megan's knees.  Megan felt the bench shift
under her as the Coach went about his chores out of sight.

Once the "driver" was attached to the main rails, the Coach moved back
to the cabinet.  Opening a drawer, he removed what Megan saw to be
three artificial penises.  They were rather small compared to what
Megan was accustomed to by now, each being about three quarters of an
inch in diameter and perhaps six to seven inches long.  They were, of
course, anatomically correct, and each was attached to the end of a
thin steel rod about two feet in length.  

Megan held her breath as the Coach again stepped out of her field of
vision.  Then seconds later she squeaked in surprise and her hips
jerked upward ineffectually against the restraining cummerbund when
the Coach promptly inserted one of the artificial appendages into her
vagina.  Fortunately she was already fairly well lubricated from her
weight training, because the Coach wasted no time in pushing the penis
all the way in until Megan felt it in her deepest depths.  The Coach
then proceeded to move the small phallus in and out a few times until
he felt satisfied with its placement.

Megan did a little more than squeak when the second one went in.
"Uhhhh..." she gasped as the second plastic penis joined the first
inside of her vaginal passage.  Oddly, the Coach seemed to ignore both
of her audible outbursts.  There was no pain, but the sensation was
distinctly unpleasant for Megan when the Coach began to move the two
probes in and out of her, first together then alternating, holding
them by their attached steel rods.  Megan squirmed against the waist
restraint.  The skin over her knuckles turned white as she gripped the
cross bar with her hands.

"Ohhh.. Owwww..  Nnnn..." Megan cried when the stretching began.  To
late, she remembered that the Coach had taken three small penal probes
from the drawer of the cabinet.  She strained desperately against her
restraints, trying to free her hands, but to no avail.  Her vaginal
portal continued to dilate painfully around the tip then at last, the
shaft of the third, and hopefully the final plastic intruder slipped
into her depths.

Megan lay breathing heavily on the "Silent Partner".  She was fully
involved.  From between her thighs and round buttocks protruded three
thin stainless steel rods.  In her depths lay nestled side by side,
the three vaginal manipulators.  The steel rods attached to them were
connecting rods, and one by one, the Coach attached them to receivers
set into the gear actuated control cams of the driver unit.  After
checking all of his connections, the Coach again stepped back into
Megan's field of vision.

"Do you require an explanation, my dear, or shall we simply begin?"
the Coach asked almost gleefully.  Personally, he considered the
"Partner" to be the single most effective training aid that The Center
had at its disposal short of the CAP Device.  And he so much enjoyed
witnessing the marked change in deportment of the Guests after they
experienced some "Quiet Time".

In an attempt to combat her mounting fear, Megan responded with
malevolence.  "You and all of this pack of animals will pay for this
some day!" she spat.  If Megan could only have seen herself.  Strapped
helplessly to a mechanical contrivance controlled by the very man she
threatened.  Her vagina packed to the hilt with hard rubber and with
shining steel rods protruding from between her thighs.  She might have
laughed as her tormentor did.  But only briefly.

At last, suppressing his chuckling, the Coach reached for the panel.
After activating the recording device, he flipped a single switch.  

Nothing

Megan had winced reflexively, expecting the worst.  Her expression of
hatred turned to puzzlement.  Then she watched as the Coach reached
toward her feet, his hand disappearing from view.  She then felt him
slowly twist her CAP back and forth.  Her tummy muscles flexed
instinctively.

Nothing

Then without warning, the Coach slapped the butt end of Megan's CAP,
forcing the ever present cylinder deeper into her tender tissues.

"Ugghhmm!" Megan grunted softly.

Instantly a electrical shock of alarming intensity shot through her
body, causing Megan to arch her back upward off the surface of the pad
she lay on.  The shock, although not terribly painful, caused Megan to
let out a soft cry of alarm.  A second flash of lightening emanating
seemingly from her spiritual center coursed outward from her womb,
down her legs and up her spine.  Megan bit her tongue.  Her back
arched again even more dramatically before her torso fell back to the
surface of the bench.  She lay panting heavily.  Her eyes were bulging
in shock and surprise, but she made no sound.  It was quite by
accident, however.  Megan was not a quiet young lady.  She sensed the
Coach was talking again.

"Well.  There you have it, Miss Richards.  It's really quite simple
really," The Coach said to the helpless blond.  "Make the slightest
sound, and that includes belly grunts, and receive a correction.
Remain silent.  No correction.  Simple, right?"  He smiled down at
Megan.

The hapless young woman began what she'd hoped would be a curse.  What
came out was only the first syllable consonant sound followed by the
rapid release of breath.  It sounded like this.  

"Fffff hhhhggggghhhhh" 

Before her body crashed back to the pad, Megan felt the warm spray of
her own urine strike the insides of her thighs.  The Coach smiled down
at her.

"Make a sound, Miss Richards.  Correction.  No sound, no correction."

Megan looked up at him in horror.

"I think you'll get the idea soon enough, Miss Richards.  You're a
smart young lady.  And now for the best part."  He reached for the
controls.  "If you're a very quiet girl, the "Partner" can be very
nice to you."  He flipped a second switch.  

Megan groaned loudly, just seconds before every molecule of her body
became an electrical conductor.  Snot flew from her nose in a most
unladylike fashion and her bladder emptied the remainder of its
contents as the Coach stepped around front for a better view of his
subject.

The three vaginal manipulators began their work and continued
unrelenting.  The gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams which
moved the connecting rods back and forth which unfailingly pushed and
pulled the three plastic penises in and out of Megan Richards in a
steady, sequential order much like the pistons of a rotary style
compressor, so that at no time was she left completely empty.

At first, Megan, like most Guests reacted audibly to the mechanical
invasion of her person, but it took only very few corrective pulses
from the "Partner" to quiet her down.  Soon all that could be heard in
the otherwise unoccupied gymnasium was the steady whine of gears, some
heavy breath sounds, and of course, the liquid sounds of female
arousal.  The sounds of increased breathing rate and magnitude were
permissible by the computerized sensors attached to Megan's body, but
the slightest groan, whimper, grunt or other guttural sound was
instantly rewarded.  

Understanding that even a female with the most active vaginal
secretions could not hope to keep up with the unrelenting cadence of
the "Silent Partner", the design engineers at TYTC built in an
auto-lube system into the apparatus.  It was quite simple really. From
time to time, a small amount of heavy, non-petroleum based oil was
sprayed from a nozzle onto the shafts of the probes as they
sequentially appeared from inside the vaginal passage of the user. All
in all, the "Silent Partner" is an elegant machine that had served the
Center well.

Megan's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of her
situation after approximately forty minutes on the "Partner".  Her
moan of pleasure and pain was instantly rewarded by a mind numbing
pulse of internal fire.  The Coach monitored his subject, faithfully
logging her reactions and number of corrections.  With the exception
of her initial outbursts and one orgasmic cry, Megan went on to enjoy
almost three full hours of mechanical companionship in complete
silence.  During this time, the Coach logged eight orgasms including
her first.  

"All climaxes with the exception of her first were executed within
prescribed audio parameters," the Coach noted in Megan's permanent
record.

Some young ladies actually came to enjoy the attentions of the
"Partner", the Coach knew.  He recalled one young red head who became
so enamored with the added stimulation of the intense electrical
pulses, that she began to purposely prompt the machine's corrective
function.  "Women are interesting creatures," he mused as he watched
Megan shudder from another climax.  In any case, he did not want to
run the risk of having Megan become attached to the device.  So after
a little over three hours, the Coach turned the "Partner" off.

For at least thirty minutes, Megan could not stand or walk.  Her body
felt as if it was made of soft rubber.  Surprisingly, she was not
exceptionally sore internally.  The smaller diameter probes and
supplied artificial lubricant had performed as intended.  The primary
objective of the "Silent Partner" was to give a young lady the
opportunity to experience multiple climaxes, and to remain silent
during each.  It was not designed to punish or damage.

Alex showed up right on time, and after receiving a thorough report
from the Coach, he thanked him for his services then led Megan away.
Being led by the hand was becoming almost second nature to Megan, but
she almost fell on more than one occasion as she padded alone barefoot
behind the big Handler.  

Alex led Megan to the cafeteria and left her in the hands of several
volunteers, promising to return shortly.  By the time he returned,
Megan had finished eating.  Alex walked up to her and her most recent
companion just as Megan was sucking the last drop of semen from the
man's pulsing cock.

"Come along, Miss Richards," Alex said when he thought Megan was
finished.  "I trust you've enjoyed your meal."  Megan glared up at
him, but remained silent.  With Alex's help, she stood.  Her legs were
still a bit wobbly.  "I am taking you back to your quarters now, Miss
Richards," he said as he led her toward the door.  "Caroline will meet
us there.  I have instructed her not to allow anyone to bother you for
two hours while you get some rest.  I expect you to use the time
wisely, Miss Richards.  Get some sleep.  You will need your strength."

When Megan gave him a questioning look, Alex smiled.  "You have an
appointment with Deke this afternoon, Miss Richards, at three o'clock
sharp."

A cold chill passed through her.  Perhaps it was only his tone of
voice, but something in the way Alex, and everyone else for that
matter, spoke of the man named Deke told Megan that an appointment
with this person was not something to look forward to.

Caroline was there in their bed chamber waiting for her just like Alex
had promised.  Megan was indeed exhausted both from her recent Quiet
Time and from her activities the night before and earlier that morning
with Martin.  Gratefully she crawled between beneath the sheet that
Caroline so kindly held up for her.  Megan would have been asleep as
soon as her head hit the pillow had it not been for the fact that
Caroline wanted to "play".  About a half hour later, Megan was finally
able to drift off with the younger girl curled up behind her with one
of her small hands cupping Megan's right breast.

It seemed as thought she'd just fallen asleep when she was suddenly
shaken awake by Caroline.  "It's time," the little girl said politely.
"Do you need to use the bathroom first?"

Caroline helped Megan with her toilet then brought her back to their
quarters.  When they arrived, Alex was waiting.  "Have you used the
bathroom, Miss Richards?" he asked.  "You are going to be busy for the
next few hours and won't get another chance."

"Nothing was sacred or even private in this horrible place!" Megan
thought to herself.  She nodded curtly to her Handler.

"Very well.  Come along then."  He extended his hand.  Megan took it
and allowed him to lead her once again like a small child.  It was
very demeaning.  The Center thought of everything.

Megan was taken first to the Center's gynecological wing where she was
given a thorough internal examination.  The Center's Gyn Section was,
needless to say, very well equipped and staffed by dedicated doctors
and technicians.  Due to the nature of the services provided by TYTC,
it should come as no surprise that the Gyn Section was kept rather
busy tending to the personal physiological needs of the Guests.  Soon
after her arrival, Megan found herself seated in an exam chair with
her feet in the stirrups.  Alex stood nearby.  As expected, no
pleasantries were exchanged when the doctor arrived.  He gave a
cursory glance at Megan's chart then turned to Alex.  

"Miss Richards is scheduled to see Deke this afternoon, I see.  I
assume a preliminary examination is what you require.

"That's correct, Doctor," Alex replied in his usual professional tone
of voice.

"Very well," he the doctor said as he turned to an instrument tray on
a stainless steel stand next to the Megan's exam chair.  Megan gave a
little squeak when he unexpectedly picked up a pneumatic vaccination
gun and injected her in the right shoulder.

"Phttt."  Megan received another dosage of Thelazine.  Both Alex and
the doctor watched as the customary flush appeared in Megan's face.
Unlike the first dosage of the experimental compound, the second dose
always produced instantaneous results in a girl.  Inside of Megan
Richards the Bartholins's and Skene's glands responsible for the
production of lubricating mucous in her vaginal passage and at its
opening went into overtime.  After another moment or two, the doctor
fetched a clear plastic speculum from the tray, and while he chatted
casually with Alex, he inserted the instrument into Megan.  It slipped
into her effortlessly. 

"Will this be a routine visit for Miss Richards, or will Deke be
giving her special incentive therapy?"

Alex smiled warmly as he watched the doctor adjust the plastic device
so that it spread the walls of Megan's vagina widely open.  Her fluffy
and convoluted interior was plainly visible, glistening with moisture.
The doctor adjusted a spot light so that it shown up inside of Megan.
"Yes, Doctor, Deke will indeed be providing Miss Richards with some
much needed attitude adjustment."  The two men chuckled.

Megan sat silently listening while she was discussed like a side of
beef.  Having only just come from her first session of Quiet Time, she
at least had learned to choose her battles if nothing else.  Now was
not the time to speak, she decided.  The examination was humiliating,
but at least she wasn't being brutalized for the time being.

"The Headmaster wanted me to inquire about the possibility of using
Miss Richards to test your new U.I. Program.  Do you think that might
be feasible?" 

The doctor hesitated for a moment.  Then resumed his initial
inspection of Megan's opening.  After a moment he stood, picked up a
tablet a began to leaf through its contents.  "Hmm.." He muttered
absent-mindedly.  "According to her records, her internal measurements
taken at the time of her induction appear to be adequate.  Fifty-one,
point five cubic inches.  Is this an accurate volume?"

"It is indeed, Doctor," Alex replied.  "I took her measurements
myself."

"And how active has her schedule been since?" the doctor asked as he
slipped his finger into Megan and proceeded to palpate her interior.
He pressed one or two somewhat delicate areas causing Megan to wince
visibly.

"The usual program," Alex responded as he stepped behind the doctor
for a better view.  "Although as you no doubt noted in Miss Richards'
records, she has had a bit a problem with cooperation since her
arrival.  She's been treated to some corrective attention as a result.
She's also begun working with the Coach on her vaginal conditioning."

"So, it is probable that she's gained some volume potential?"  It was
a rhetorical question.  "Let's have a look at you, Miss Richards," the
doctor murmured.  He dropped a small pair of magnifying lenses down in
front of his spectacles then leaned farther in between Megan's splayed
thighs.  Behind him, Alex nodded.

The "U.I" or Uterine Involvement Program was still very much in its
infancy.  Put simply, the procedure entailes injecting special
compounds directly into the muscular collar or cervix that guards the
entrance to the uterus.  The compounds anesthetize and paralyze the
powerful toroidal muscle making entry into the uterus itself possible.
To date, the technique has been performed on only one other Guest. The
young lady, who was fourteen at the time, was probed by artificial
means only, but unfortunately, severe bleeding had resulted.  The
bleeding was stopped quickly, and at no time was her life or health in
jeopardy, however the instance had caused the staff gynecologists to
re-think the procedure.  Subsequent lab testing was preformed
utilizing some specialized astringent compounds, and the technicians
now believe that they've at last resolved the problem of uterine
hemorrhaging.

"And how old is Miss Richards?" the doctor asked nonchalantly.  He
picked up a thin glass rod about a foot in length and inserted the end
into Megan's dilated vaginal passage. 

"She's eighteen years, two months," Alex replied, as he moved again
for a better view.  At the very end of the moist pink tunnel that was
Megan's vagina, Alex could clearly see the darker pink toroidal shape
of her cervix.  Megan's facial expression portrayed her discomfort as
the doctor began to gently probe around the perimeter of the small
pink doughnut.  It didn't exactly hurt, but the sensation was very
disconcerting.  After all, the wicked doctor... "and he had to be as
evil as the rest to work in this place," Megan thought... was touching
her at the very gateway to everything that was central to her
femininity.  Her spiritual nucleus... her inner sanctum.

The doctor murmured on as he pressed the rounded tip of the glass
probe into the tightly closed center of the cervical gate.  The
muscular guardian would not allow the rod to proceed any further.
Megan jumped.  "It never ceases to amaze me that a sizeable fetus can
pass through this seemingly impenetrable orifice.  Hold still, my
dear," he said.  Then, turning to Alex, he continued, "It is this very
fact that lead us to develop the U.I. Program.  We see no reason why
this has to be a `one way street'," he smiled.  He probed Megan for a
minute or two longer then stood, saying, "You may inform the
Headmaster that I see no reason why Miss Richards wouldn't be suitable
for U.I..  I will prepare her."

Megan didn't understand what she was hearing, but had a bad feeling
about it, none the less.  She'd discovered quite quickly that most of
the "programs" in this monstrous institution proved to be unpleasant,
and this U.I. would probably be no exception.  "Whaa.. What are you
gonna do to me now?" she decided to ask.

As usual she was answered by action rather than words.  The doctor,
who still stood between her legs, quickly grasped the end of her CAP
and gave it a swift push.  Megan grunted in pain.  "Silence, please,
Miss Richards," he said casually.  He twisted the CAP.  Megan groaned.
Then while she lay in the stirrups panting from the pain of the cramps
that wracked her abdomen, the doctor released her CAP, and picked up a
long swab from the instrument tray.  The cotton end was pre-treated
with a local anesthetic that he carefully applied to the perimeter of
Megan's cervix.  He then stood once more and stared down at Megan,
waiting for the numbing substance to take affect.  After a minute, he
looked at his watch.  "I believe she's ready.  We might need to
restrain her, but I'd rather not," he said to Alex.  Then looking
Megan directly in the eye, he said, "I can have you restrained, if
necessary, Miss Richards."  Megan returned his gaze with a very
concerned look on her pretty face.  "I am going to give you an
internal injection, and  I expect for you to hold very still.  If you
do not, you may be injured.  Do you understand me?"

Megan felt the cold clutch of panic around her heart.  She watched
almost trance-like as the doctor removed a large hypodermic syringe
from the nearby instrument tray.  It was filled with a milky
substance.  The shining needle at its "business end" was a good three
inches long.

"Do you understand me, Miss Richards?" Megan heard the doctor ask
again as if from a great distance.  

Megan stared at him dumbly.  "I.. But... I..." she whimpered.

"Just hold very still, Miss Richards and you will not feel anything at
all," the doctor said as he moved the syringe between Megan's thighs
then downward and out of her field of vision.  Megan struggled to
remain motionless, but could not keep from trembling somewhat.  She
stared up at the ceiling.  Her destiny, as usual, was in the hands of
another.

Skillfully the Gyn Section doctor made several partial injections of
the specialized compound around the perimeter of Megan's cervix.  As
promised, Megan felt nothing more than the sensation of slight
pressure from time to time.  She was gratefully surprised when after a
moment, the doctor stood, replaced the syringe into the tray and said,
"That should do.  We'll give her five minutes."  He looked at his
watch again.  Then cheerfully he added for Alex's benefit.  "I've got
a busy schedule, this afternoon."

"Haven't we all," Alex replied.  "So many new Guests lately, and more
requests coming in practically hourly.  We're hiring new Handlers as
quickly as we can, but still there's a backup."

Megan listened to their shop talk in silent revulsion.  "What sort of
people were these men?  Where had they come from?  Where did they find
people so totally lacking in basic human compassion?" she wondered and
not for the last time.  "Some day....." Megan vowed.

"Let's see how you're doing, Miss Richards," the doctor said,
interrupting Megan's thoughts.  "You might want to watch this," he
then said to Alex.  The doctor picked up the glass probe rod and both
men bent between Megan's thighs.

Megan's cervix looked the same, no discoloration or outward signs of
trauma, but when the doctor placed the tip of the probe against the
tiny opening at its center and pushed, it slipped almost effortlessly
through the previously impassable portal.  Megan felt no discomfort,
only an odd feeling of invasion.  The doctor moved the probe from side
to side, and the once powerful little muscle yielded.  The gateway to
Megan Emily Richards lay open.  

"Impressive, is it not," the doctor commented as he withdrew the
probe, stood then removed the speculum from Megan's vaginal opening.  

"Very," Alex replied with a nod of approval.  "You and your staff have
done well."

"Care to inspect her before we send her to Deke?" the doctor asked
casually.

"Indeed," Alex said.  Then, as if it were the most natural thing in
the world, he stepped closer and inserted his middle finger into
Megan's vagina.  "Look at me please, Miss Richards," he ordered. Megan
reluctantly obeyed.

Alex's finger wasn't long enough to really penetrate deeply, but he
was able to find the familiar toroidal barrier at the end of Megan's
birth canal with his finger tip.  Then while he watched her eyes and
facial expression carefully, Alex pushed against the center of her
cervix.  Where once his progress would have been effectively
frustrated, he felt Megan open for him.  Her eyes betrayed her
feelings as if they were indeed windows to her soul.  They became
round and inward gazing.  Her facial expression at the moment of
penetration was one of puzzlement, surprise and mild concern.  Megan
felt intensely violated.  It shook her to her very roots.  She felt
sick.  

Alex smiled.   The Center thought of everything.

Alex knocked once on the door.  "Come," came the reply.

Then turning to Megan he said, "I'll be back for you when Deke is
finished."  That was it.  He opened the door, steered Megan through by
the shoulder, then closed the door behind her.

Megan stood for a moment looking about the room nervously.  She hugged
herself in response to an involuntary shiver.  The room looked
ordinary enough.  "No weird machines or anything," she thought.  Desk,
office style chair, sofa, coffee table.  Nothing unusual at all about
the furnishings.  Cautiously, Megan moved father into the room.  On
the far wall was a window.  It took a moment to register.  "A window!"
Megan thought excitedly.  Nowhere else since she'd been brought to
this place had she seen a window.  "This might be my only chance to
get outta this hell hole," Megan thought breathlessly as she quickly
crossed the room.  Reaching the window, she jerked the light curtain
aside.  It looked like a regular sash style window.  Megan's hand
scrabbled somewhat frantically for the latch.  Nothing.  At the bottom
of the window frame were two ornate brass handles.  Megan grabbed them
and pulled with all of her might.  Nothing.  "Dammit!" Megan hissed
under her breath as she tried again to raise the recalcitrant window.
The tendons stood out on the sides of her neck and her biceps bulged
from the strain.  From behind, Megan's shapely ass muscles flexed,
causing her to tighten up around her CAP Device.  Ignoring the pain,
Megan continued to pull and strain for several minutes before finally
giving up with a string of muttered curses.

"Leaving so soon?" a baritone voice said from close by.  Megan
practically jumped out of her skin.  She turned quickly, and her mouth
fell open.  

Before her stood a very large man.  He was well over six feet tall,
with a powerful looking physique characteristic of a man who spends a
lot of time lifting weights.  In another setting, Megan might actually
have been attracted to him.  He had a handsome face with a square jaw,
dark hair and eyebrows, and a strong nose.  His features could best be
described as Mediterranean.  It was the man's eyes that made Megan
extremely apprehensive.  Like most of the men's eyes she'd looked into
since coming to this insane institution, Megan saw absolutely no sign
of compassion or even basic human decency in them.  They were utterly
devoid of emotion as was the rest of his face.  What caused Megan to
shiver was the depth and darkness of this big man's eyes.  It was as
though she were staring into two black pits that led straight to hell.

"Come here, Miss Richards," the man said.

Megan hesitated out of fear.  She backed up against the window.  Its
glass was cold through the thin curtain on her bare fanny.

The man was large, but unlike many individuals of his stature, he was
not slow.  Before Megan knew what was happening, the man closed the
three steps that separated them.  Her blue eyes bulged out in fear as
the powerful fingers of one big hand closed around her throat.  Megan
could actually feel his finger tips meet at the back of her neck. Then
she opened her mouth in a silent gasp when with his free hand he
entered her with one finger.  His hands were enormous and so, Megan
quickly discovered, were his fingers.  Megan would later remark that
she'd seen penises that were smaller.  Her tummy heaved outward as he
dug deeper.  Spots began to swim before her eyes.  The last thing
Megan remembered before she was swept into blackness was the man's
cruel face just inches from her own.  Expressionless... Cold.

When Megan regained consciousness a few minutes later, she was lying
on the carpeted floor.  At first she was disoriented, but soon the
memories flooded back.  Looking up she saw the big man standing over
her.  He stooped and reached for her.  Megan cringed, but he grabbed
her by her arm and drug her roughly to her feet. 

"Owwww," Megan whined.

"Silence!" his deep bear-like voice boomed.  He shook her by her arm
like a rag doll.  
Megan began to actually fear for her life for the first time since her
abduction.  This monster was so powerful that she felt utterly
defenseless in his hands.  She cowered when he leaned closer.

"Your reputation precedes you, Miss Richards," he growled.  "You have
apparently been a disciplinary problem since the time of your
arrival."

Megan summoned what remained of her rapidly flagging courage, and
glowered at  her assailant with a look of unbridled loathing.

"Precisely what I mean," he said.  Then he grabbed Megan around her
throat again.  His fingers squeezed.  "We are going to put an end to
that sort of behavior this afternoon, Miss Richards."  Megan began to
strangle once again.  He pulled her face to within inches of his own.
"Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Deke, and the Center
employs me for the expressed purpose of dealing with uncooperative
Guests such as yourself."  Megan was on the verge of blacking out once
again when he eased his grip around her neck ever so slightly.  It was
just enough for Megan to suck a little life giving oxygen into her
tortured lungs.  An almost demonic grin slowly spread across the man's
face.  "We are going to begin right now."  Without warning, he threw
Megan onto the floor and stepped back.  

"On your knees, Miss Richards," he ordered.

Megan took one look at the cold eyes above her and quickly decided
that now was not the time to disobey.  She slowly got to her knees.

"My cock.  Take it out."

Megan looked up pleadingly.  She had yet to really fully understand
that the "Cute Little Girl" act would get her nowhere in this
institution.  Deke stood silently over her, waiting.  Reluctantly,
Megan reached for the oversized zipper of his standard issue
coveralls.

It was a two way zipper that zipped up or down.  All Handlers wore
similar garb, allowing them to doff their clothing quickly in order to
accommodate the needs of the Guests.  Taking the leather fob in her
trembling hand, Megan slowly raised the zipper upward.  As the
material of the coverall parted, Megan saw a forest of dark hair over
dark skin.

"Let's get on with it, young lady," Deke growled.  "I have a busy
schedule."

"Alright!" Megan snapped, forgetting herself.  

Reprisal was swift.  Megan saw stars and her ears rang as she slowly
crawled back to her knees.  Deke had slapped her on the right side of
her face, his huge paw covering the entire side of her head, knocking
her almost senseless to the floor.

"Silence!" he shouted.

For the first time since she'd come to this horrible place, Megan
Emily Richards came very close to crying.  She had never been struck
by anyone before.  She was utterly shocked and humiliated both by the
act, and more so by her obvious powerlessness to do anything about it.

"Take my cock out and get me ready for you," Deke growled, grabbing
Megan by her hair and dragging her back up onto her knees.  "Now!" he
added.

Megan stifled a cry when Deke pulled her up by her hair, and fought to
control her urge to curse the man who caused her so much pain and
humiliation.  She stared at the "fur lined" opening in Deke's
coveralls.  Then slowly she reached a hand inside, into the warmth of
yet another man's trousers.  Deke remained silent for the moment while
Megan felt around gingerly inside his clothing.  Then she felt
something.  Her eyes grew wider.  "Oh my God!" Megan's mind gasped.
"He.. it.. Oh, my God!"  She jerked her hand out of Deke's coveralls
as though she'd been burned. 

"Why are you stopping, Miss Richards?" Deke asked in a condescending
tone of voice.  "I did not tell you to stop.  Please continue, or do
you require further... `encouragement'?"  He drew his hand back in
preparation for another blow.

Megan shook her head quickly.  Her expression was one of fear.  

Deke, unlike the rest of the staff at TYTC, was instructed to use
direct violence if necessary in order to gain cooperation from the
problem cases he routinely worked with.  He did not enjoy battering
young women.  He thought of it simply as another means to achieve the
desired objectives of his employers.

Megan groaned silently as her hand once again touched the huge engine
in Deke's trousers.  It was enormous.  She spread her fingers in an
attempt to grasp the still flaccid monster, and found she could barely
reach around its circumference.  Megan was forced to rise up farther
on her knees as she tugged upward on the massive fleshy shaft in an
effort to free it from the confines of the left leg of Deke's company
issue coveralls.  She was having difficulty.

"Use both hands," Deke suggested.

Megan looked up at him, but was careful to keep her expression as
neutral as possible.  She did not wish a repeat of his last reaction
to perceived resistance.  She gazed into Deke's inkwell eyes and
mentally cursed the day he was born.  For the time being, however,
Megan decided she had better follow orders.  Slowly she reached out,
and her left hand joined her right inside Deke's coveralls.  Using
both hands Megan was able, with a good bit of effort to make some
headway.  Slowly the immense organ emerged.  When the last few inches
at last came free, Megan released it, stunned by its weight alone.
Then she sat back on her haunches, covered her mouth with her hands
and gasped in astonishment.  Not horror, astonishment.  If the massive
male organ hadn't been hanging there just a couple of feet from her
face, Megan would not have believed such an abomination of nature was
possible.  

Even in its current state of relative flaccidity, Deke's penis was a
good thirteen inches long, and if that wasn't enough, it had a massive
girth as well.  If she'd been asked to guess, Megan would have
estimated its diameter at three inches at least.  The bulbous head of
the beast was even larger, sanguine red and smoothly wet in
appearance.  The shaft was a ruddy fleshy color and was cris-crossed
with large, dark blue veins.  Megan thought she could actually see
them throb as the blood coursed through them, brining life to the
monstrosity who's mammoth root protruded from a black, tangle of hair
at the entrance to its lair.  

Then the realization dawned on Megan at last that she was going to be
subjected to this male oxymoron.  Fear clutched at Megan's throat as
her conscious horror wrestled with her that part of her femininity
that was somehow drawn to the huge instrument of manhood.  With fear
and loathing in her heart and a sickening longing in her belly, Megan
began to shrink away from her attacker.

"Stop right there, Miss Richards," Deke ordered.  He'd seen this same
reaction in more females than he could count.  "Get up here on your
knees and prepare me."  His voice was cold and threatening.  "Service
Position Two!" he said.

Much to Megan's chagrin, the command phrase actually caused her
conditioned subconscious to react.  Before she knew it, Megan was on
her knees in front of the man.  Using the recent skills she'd been
taught, Megan expertly exercised this instrument of pain and pleasure
into a full state of readiness.  She would not have believed it
possible, but due to her efforts Deke's penis quickly grew to
nightmarish proportions.  When at last the man indicated that she
should stop, Megan settled once again onto her haunches and gazed up
at her handiwork.  Her mouth fell open in awe.  Because of her
skillful use of her hands and her mouth, Deke's penis had attained a
length of almost two feet.  The heavy shaft looked like a tree trunk
topped with a dark purple head the size of a billiard ball still shiny
with Megan's saliva.

Deke had remained silent during Megan's preparation.  When he was
satisfied with her service, he said quite clearly, "Service Position
One, Miss Richards.  Standing form, hands on the desk."

Megan's heart fluttered.  The time had come.  From her kneeling
position, she looked quickly around the room.  There was no escape. As
she stared at the huge penis that would soon be forced into her, Megan
feared that she would not survive.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Deke snapped, when Megan responded with a
low mewling sound in her throat to his initial incursion.  She'd again
forgotten herself when the tender tissues of her over dilated vaginal
orifice at last let go.  Megan felt herself tear, but it wasn't the
sting of the male inflicted episiotomy that caused her to cry out.  It
was the gut rending pressure and exquisite all encompassing torment
that thundered through her femininity as the massive head of the beast
forced aside the walls of her womanhood and made its way inside.

"Huuhhhhhhhhhh," Megan exhaled.  She reflexively spread her feet wider
apart to give room to the intruder.  Her knuckles turned white as she
clutched the edge of the desk in front of her.  Megan's legs began to
tremble uncontrollably as more of her lower abdominal cavity was given
over to the presence of her lover.  Had Deke not clutched her hips in
his two big paws, Megan would have fallen.  Centimeter by centimeter,
the unrelenting invasion of her person continued.  Cognisance fled
Megan as all of her attention became focused inward.  In the blankness
of her inward gaze, Megan could see the head of the beast push aside
the convolutions of her interior.  Megan would later be heard to
remark that the experience was like "giving birth in reverse".  

Deke's fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled Megan back onto
himself.  He'd felt the rending of her flesh.  She wasn't the first
female he'd torn open upon entry, and she would not be the last.  The
bleeding would be minimal, he knew, and although she would be terribly
sore for several weeks, she would heal.  The Center's staff
gynecologists would treat her, and she would be placed on light duty
for a suitable period time.  In any case, that was not his concern. He
looked down and saw that over a third of his immense shaft was still
visible, protruding from between the teenager's rounded buttocks. Then
with practiced skill, Deke grasped the butt end of Megan's CAP Device
and withdrew it from the girl with one quick jerk. At the same time,
Deke pushed his hips forward, forcing another few inches of meat into
the recently vacated space inside of Megan Richards' pelvic cavity.
Deke felt the young lady's interior anatomy rearrange itself around
him.  He heard a soft grunt come from the girl, but let it go for the
time being.  By maintaining a steady forward pressure, he gained
further ingress as new areas of Megan's womanhood opened itself up to
him.  He felt her body tremble in his hands and around his cock. 
"You are doing well, Miss Richards," he commented, momentarily halting
his advance.  "But you have forgotten a cardinal rule."  He felt her
body stiffen.  "How quickly they forget he mused."  Then to Megan he
said, "Look at me, Miss Richards.  Arch your back and look at me."

In her current state of mind, Megan might not have comprehended
anything other than one of the Center's practiced command sequences.
For this very reason, all Handlers addressed their Guests in exactly
the same way each and every time an order was issued.  As a result,
the Guests gradually became conditioned to respond in the desired
fashion without the need for contemplation or even lucidity.

Megan turned her head and looked back over her right shoulder.

"Arch your back, Miss Richards," Deke said.

Megan arched.

Almost as a reward, Deke slowly withdrew approximately three inches of
himself from her clutches.  She shuddered noticeably.  Deke stared
into her eyes then began in condescending tone of voice, "There.  You
see, Miss Richards.  You're no different than any other girl.  All we
have to do is to put enough cock into you, and you become putty in our
hands."  He grinned wickedly.

At first Megan wasn't sure what he'd just said to her.  All things
considered, her current situation was not one to encourage
conversation in a girl.  But slowly, as comprehension dawned upon her,
Megan's expression of puzzlement became hard.  The same problem that
had plagued her since her arrival at TYTC again raised its ugly head.
Even though she was clearly in the clutches of a man who's
ruthlessness had been recently demonstrated to her.  A man who's
unbelievably large penis now occupied a generous portion of her
feminine vestibule.  It was the very reason Megan was here in the
first place.  Her haughty, self-centeredness.  Her scornful dismissal
of authority.  Her strong willed impudency.  With total disregard for
her current situation, Megan Richards glared malevolently at her
attacker.  "You make me sick, you monster!" Megan spat.  These would
be the last coherent words that Megan would speak for the next hour or
more.  

Deke gave her no warning.  No change of expression, no preliminary
move.  Megan's bladder let go first, emptying itself in a spray of hot
urine onto the front of Deke's coveralls when the q-ball size head of
his penis slammed into Megan's cervix like battering ram into the
gates of a medieval castle.  Megan had been looking directly at Deke
at the time of his assault.   It was magnificent to see her expression
change from one of self assuredness to one of surprise.  Then when he
quickly drew back and rammed her a second time, Megan's face
registered her incredulity and astonishment.  With the third assault
came the look of fear and agony that Deke was looking for.  Megan's
facial expressions were similar to those one might expect to see on
the face of a person who's leg has just been bitten off by a shark.

Megan was so stunned in fact that she continued to stare into the eyes
of her lover through two to three more powerful strokes, each more
forceful than the last.  

Megan was still gazing sightlessly at Deke when he released her hips,
reached forward and around her torso and closed his huge hands over
her breasts.  Then with what has become known at the Center as "Deke's
Delivery", Megan Emily Richards would come to know what it meant to
have her brains fucked out.  

Megan was not a small girl, but in the hands of Deke, she was like a
rag doll.  

A gurgling sound was all that came from the hapless teenager as her
feet left the floor.  Deke wrapped his bear-like arms around her body
just below her breasts and pulled Megan back against his chest in his
classic maneuver.  He felt her supple buttocks separate then flatten
against his lower belly as Megan's full body weight bore her downward
onto him.

His huge shaft pressed upward with agonizing force as Deke began to
bounce Megan with short, rapid thrusts.  Megan groaned, her legs
dangling helplessly in front of Deke's powerful thighs.  Her feet were
a good foot off the carpet.  Had she been able to stand back and
witness her taking, Megan would have seen approximately half of Deke's
massive love engine peeking from between her quivering thighs.  It
glistened with a mixture of her fluids; vaginal mucous, blood and
urine.  The overly large testicles were drawn up tightly, awaiting
their opportunity to deliver their spawn.  

Megan felt utterly impaled.  Never before had she experienced such a
presence.  Her mind drifted in and out of lucidity as she bounced
helplessly on the all consuming entity in her belly.  Its ponderous
bulk stretched Megan, seemingly pushing outward in all directions
simultaneously, slowly reshaping her anatomy.  The prodigious head
battered against the bitter end of Megan's vaginal passage
relentlessly.  

Deke dropped one of his big paws down to cover Megan's bulging tummy.
Then, while his bouncing pile driving cadence continued, he began to
compress Megan's belly rhythmically.  He was massaging her uterus as
one would in an attempt to coax a new mother to deliver the placenta.
Then, without warning, the bouncing ceased.  Megan was almost too far
gone to react.  Her psyche had begun its irrepressible inward turn to
the presence inside of her.  

Before this day, Megan would never have believed that a man's penis
could be so all consuming.  Before today, she had called the shots. No
one would ever have argued the fact that Megan Emily Richards was in
control of her destiny.  But now, the haughty teenager whose body was
literally suspended in mid-air upon an enormous example of manhood was
not so certain.  Megan was totally involved.  Utterly and completely
filled and focused.  Or so she thought.

Megan moaned softly when Deke paused then leaned her forward.  Slowly
her penetration angle shifted.  There was no warning.  No way Megan
could have known what was about to happen to her.   She hadn't really
comprehended what Alex and the doctor in the gynecological center had
been discussing.  "Something about U.I.???"  Deke's penis was so
immense anyway that all Megan felt was a slight change in its center
of effort.  With her entire body weight resting on its head, Megan
felt the juggernaut shift ever so slightly in the direction of her
spine.  

Megan's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as her head flew backward
against Deke's chest.  A line of spittle issued from the corner of her
mouth, ran down her cheek then dribbled off her chin.  Megan's eyes
stared sightlessly.  The small amount of fluid that remained in
Megan's bladder flowed onto the floor in front of the two lovers.  Had
she not used the bathroom at the insistence of her Handler, Megan
would most certainly have evacuated her bowels as well when the
bulbous head followed by approximately ten inches of throbbing penis
crashed the gates of her cervix and filled Megan's womb.  Megan
Richards truly gave birth in reverse.  It was an experience not shared
by many.

Deke even groaned, which was totally unlike him, when he moved into
Megan's inner sanctum.  As a rule he handled his Guests in the
detached and professional manner expected of a Handler of his stature
and tenure, but Uterine Involvement was new to him as well.  He'd of
course been made aware of the research project going on at Gyn, but
this was his first experience with the new procedure.  It was an
unusual sensation.  The portal where he'd always been forced to halt
in the past had suddenly been thrown back, opening his subject up
completely to him.  He actually felt Megan's vaginal opening stretch
around the very root of his penis.  This was something he'd never
before experienced since no female had ever been able to completely
accept him.  Deke felt himself push through that forbidden gate.  He
felt her open for him, inviting him inside.  Into a fresh new
environment.  One with supple, muscular walls, and a pure heat that
emanated from the very core of her being.  Deke quickly discovered
that a young lady's uterine grip was even more pleasurable than that
of her outer passages, even after the Coach's tutelage.  

As Megan's body hung trembling on his mammoth appendage, Deke reveled
in the fact that he had this female more completely than any other.
Then he began to fuck her.  

Megan was utterly mindless at this point.  Her entire being centered
was around the all filling shaft within.  When the beast began to move
in her depths, a soft guttural groan was all she could manage.
Menstrual-like cramps flowed through Megan, causing a delicious
consuming agony.  Her orgasm took Megan by surprise, although it
didn't really register in the customary way.  Rather than an event, it
was more of a process.  One that began like the welling up of a
tsunami then rolled though her soul uninterrupted for the next half
hour or so, or until Deke finished.  

And finish he did.  Later, upon reviewing the video tapes of his
appointment with Megan Richards, Deke would find cause to be concerned
about his professionalism during the encounter.  He found that he'd
violated more than one personal rule.  First of all, he'd lost control
of Miss Richards and allowed her to climax.  Secondly, he'd lost
control of his own ardor and inseminated the young blond, something
he'd never done before or after.  On the other hand, what a lovely
picture Miss Richards had made as she dangled helplessly on his cock,
the head of which lay nestled at her very nucleus.  What sweet sounds
she'd made when he'd cum inside of her.  Directly inside of her womb.
Granted, the contraceptive she'd been given would ward off pregnancy,
but there had been a certain glow that had come over her.  A special
understanding dawned when she felt him deliver his seed into her; into
the very essence of her femininity.  The palace of her womanhood.

Two months had passed since her date with Deke, when one day Megan was
met after lunch by Alex and another Handler whom Megan had not met
before.  

"Chris, I'd like to introduce Miss Richards," Alex said.

The Handler was a short, stocky man and not particularly attractive in
Megan's opinion.  Of course, her opinion meant nothing, Megan knew.
Chris said nothing in the way of a greeting, as he stepped in front of
Megan.  As he reached for her, Megan cooperated by spreading her feet
apart, then stood silently while he rubbed her.  When Megan felt Chris
slip a finger between her labia, Megan shifted her gaze so as to lock
eyes with the Handler.  He entered her vagina with first one, then two
fingers.  Megan opened her eyes wide and gave Chris the expression of
wonder and puzzlement that he was looking for.  The man attended to
her manually for several minutes.  At one point in time, Megan felt
certain that he would tell her to drop to her knees and either service
him orally or be taken by him there in the hallway.  Alex, of course
would allow Chris full use of her.

"Miss Richards has become one of our model Guests, Chris.  I'm certain
she would enjoy your company as a Partner at any time.  Wouldn't you
Miss Richards?" Alex asked.

Megan nodded then smiled sweetly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Richards," Chris echoed as he
continued his exploration of Megan's interior.

Again Megan nodded.

"Well, perhaps another time."  Then turning to Alex he said
cheerfully, "Thanks for the introduction, Alex.  I'll try to remember
to sign up for her one of these days."  He eyed Megan appraisingly.
"She looks like she might be quite entertaining."  Then he removed his
fingers from Megan.  "I must be off for the moment, however," he said
politely.

Chris had just been awarded a Guest of his own.  She would be his
first, and he was understandably anxious to get to work.  So, after
ordering Megan to clean her juices off of his fingers with her tongue,
Chris bid the two of them farewell, and went off in the direction of
the fitting rooms.  Alex took Megan by the hand and led her down the
hall in the opposite direction.  

They stopped in front of the official bulletin board where all of the
schedules for the Guests' activities were posted on a daily basis.
Megan scanned the list of names.  There were many.  The Center was
filled to capacity, and its halls echoed with the sounds of young
women learning to become functional females.  Megan's eyes stopped at
her name.  Then after a moment, her heart leapt to her throat.  




There on the big notice board was posted the following:

	Raines, Melody - Gymnasium - Partner: Mark
	Reed, Janice - Free Association - Partner: Ted
	Richards, Megan - Exit Interview
	Ronson, Patricia - Group Encounter - Partner: Elliot

"Exit Interview?" she thought.  Megan turned to Alex, her excitement
plain on her pretty face.  She did not, however, break the Center's
code of silence, but rather she contained her excitement and waited
for her Handler to speak to her first.  

"That's correct, Miss Richards.  You are scheduled for your exit
interview and graduation, this very morning.  We are on our way to the
Headmaster's office now as a matter of fact.  Do you need to use the
bathroom?"  Alex asked politely.

Megan nodded that she did.  Alex took her by the hand and led her to
the restroom facility where she was helped to relieve herself by two
volunteers.  Megan had become accustomed to urinating not only in
public, but often as not seated on the lap of a volunteer who's a
penis is lodged in her vagina.  This morning was no exception.  At the
same time, a second volunteer offered himself to Megan in order for
her to pleasure him orally while she evacuated her bladder.  All in
all it had been a successful session, and soon Megan found herself
standing hand in hand with her Handler before a door marked "A. North
- Headmaster".

"Good morning, Miss Richards," Adam North said politely from behind
his big desk.  He did not get up.  "How are you, Alex," he nodded with
a smile.

"Great, Sir," Alex replied.  "I'll be leaving now, unless you require
my services further?"

"No, thank you, Alex. You may go about your business.  I know you're
busy.  Do me a favor, thought, and send in the first free Handler you
see, please.  Thank you," North said, dismissing his top Handler. Then
turning to Megan, he said, "Please be seated, Miss Richards."  He
motioned toward the familiar straight backed wooden chair opposite his
desk.  Megan sat without hesitation.

"Well," he said when Megan was seated.  "Today's your big day, Miss
Richards."  North opened a manilla folder on his desk.  "Time
certainly flies.  Why it seems like just yesterday that a haughty,
self-possessed young lady stood before me, spitting threats and
curses.  And now just look at you."  North smiled warmly at the pretty
blond.  Megan returned his smile.  "Alex tells me that you've really
bloomed over the last few weeks.  I'm very pleased, Miss Richards"
North was about to continue when there came a knock at the door. 

"Come in," North said.

The door opened.  Megan continued to face forward.  She had not been
told otherwise.  She heard footsteps approach.

North spoke up at last.  "Timothy, good morning," he said.  "I'd like
for you to meet Miss Megan Emily Richards."  The Handler named Timothy
moved to where Megan could see him.  He nodded curtly.

A pang of outrage shot through Megan as she did her best to control
her expression and smile for the Handler.  "He's a kid!" Megan cried
to herself.

On several occasions, she been handled by males younger than herself,
and each time it had been a particularly humiliating experience for
Megan.  She wasn't sure why this, out of all of the other atrocities
she'd been subjected to, disturbed her so much.  But it did, and Megan
had been very careful not to let Alex suspect her discomfort, or she
knew she would receive a steady diet of child lovers.  Perhaps it was
the sheer submissiveness of being forced to give herself to a male so
much younger than herself that caused Megan's skin to crawl.

Little did Megan know, but Alex and the rest of the staff knew very
well that she had an aversion to younger lovers.  Very little escaped
the attention of these professional men and women.  Hence the boy who
stood before her now.  Timothy couldn't have been much older than
fifteen.  As a matter of fact, that was quite an astute observation on
Megan's part.  Timothy was indeed fifteen, and was quite possibly the
youngest Handler ever in the Center's employ.  

"Miss Richards, meet Timothy."  North nodded in the young man's
direction.  Again Megan smiled obediently.  "Timothy is going to
assist us with your final interview, Miss Richards.  I trust that will
be alright with you."  Megan knew not to answer.  She remained silent,
smiling sweetly.  "Very well, then."  North said in a businesslike
tone of voice. "Let's get started then, shall we.  Timothy, kindly
place Miss Richards in Service Position One at my desk and take her
vaginally to begin with."  North sat back in his big chair and waited.

Megan felt the outrage and hatred that she had struggled for so long
to subdue begin to claw its way to the surface.  She could barely
contain her loathing when she was forced to look over her shoulder
obediently as the young man entered her.  Megan shuddered
involuntarily as his penis made its way into her.  One part of Timothy
at least had reached full maturity, and it was that part that occupied
Megan's thoughts now as the young man waited for further instructions
from his superior.

"Go ahead, Timothy," North said amiably.  "But slowly, please and
don't allow her to climax."

Timothy's steady cadence caused Megan's supple breasts to jiggle
rhythmically as she stood bent at the waist with her hands on the edge
of the Headmaster's desk.   "You may look at me, Miss Richards," North
said flatly.  "I have some questions I'll need to ask you."

Megan slowly turned to face the man seated behind the big desk.  As
the young man standing behind her continued to have his way with her,
Megan felt her rage begin to seethe just below the surface.  She knew
all too well that the Center expected nothing less than total
cooperation and willing participation from its Guests no matter how
demeaning the situation became.  She also knew that the man behind the
desk would instantly detect any negative intent should she allow her
feelings to be displayed on her face.  As Timothy's penis moved
rhythmically in and out of her, Megan labored to maintain a mask of
indifference at the very least.  
"So, Miss Richards," North began with a smile.  "You've been with us
for how long?"  Megan was confused as to what was expected of her, so
she remained silent.  "You may answer my questions, Miss Richards, but
at the same time we expect you to maintain your vaginal control.  Now
answer my question, please."

"I... uhhgg," Megan grunted when Timothy hit a tender spot.  She
dropped her head between her outstretched arms.  

"Look at me, Miss Richards," North repeated patiently.  "And answer
the question.  How long have you been with us, Miss Richards?"

"I... I..." Megan began.  "About three months maybe," she was able to
get out in short gasps.

North looked at her for a moment then consulted her records.  "That's
very close, Miss Richards.  It has been just under three months.  And
do you know why you were sent to us?"

Timothy continued slowly and steadily.  Megan was mortified.  She knew
full well the answer that North expected, but she was loth to give it.
She tried to think of an answer that would satisfy the wicked
Headmaster, but that wouldn't cause her to lose any more face.  If
that was possible at this point in time.  The problem was, of course
that Timothy's incessant love making was beginning to distract Megan.
Unbeknownst to her the silent drug, Thelazine, flowing freely in her
bloodstream, was helping to enhance the already powerful "suggestions"
that her femininity was sending to her beleaguered mind.  Megan fought
for control.  "I... I guess I was... was stubborn or something," she
blurted a little too loudly.

"Stubborn.. Yes, Miss Richards.  You are indeed stubborn.  You are
also vain, and self-serving and pretentious, among other qualities
that come to mind."  North paused to let his statement sink in.  "Do
you know who sent you here, Miss Richards?"

"S...sent me?" Megan asked, alarmed by the possibility.  In the back
of her mind, she maintained her vaginal regimens, relaxing her muscles
to allow Timothy unrestricted access to her depths, then squeezing
when he withdrew.  "Someone sent me to this place!" her conscious mind
shrieked. 

"Yes, indeed, Miss Richards.  It seems someone in your life has grown
weary of your  arrogance and deceit.  He heard about our services from
a friend and decided that you could use a little improvement."

Megan was so stunned that she momentarily forgot her duties. "Huhhhh!"
she grunted softly when Timothy rammed her unexpectedly.

"Pay attention, Miss Richards," Timothy ordered from behind her.  "You
can answer the Headmaster's questions, but I, Miss Richards, am your
lover, and therefore demand priority over all else.  I expect for you
to remain focused, no matter what else is going on."

Megan looked back at him over her right shoulder and nodded her
understanding.  Timothy continued.

"It was your steady partner or fianc� or whatever who sent you to us,
Miss Richards," North said matter-of-factly.  "Let me see," he
muttered as he thumbed through Megan's records.  "Glenn McCain, I
believe his name is."

Megan's mouth fell open in horrified astonishment in spite of her
rapidly rising ardor.  North hadn't missed the signs, however.  Seeing
the color begin to rise in her neck and shoulders, he nodded almost
imperceptibly to Timothy who immediately altered his cadence.  

It has been noted that by switching to an irregular rhythm a girl can
be kept off balance almost indefinitely.  All of the TYTC Handlers
practice their shift rhythms on a regular basis.  

"G...Glenn?  Huuh.. Uhh!" Megan gasped, partly in surprise and partly
due to Timothy's attentions.  "G..Glenn did this to me?"  Megan was so
astonished that she simply stood there, being slowly fucked by the
young Handler.  

"That's correct, Miss Richards.  Apparently, in addition to your less
than attractive attributes, your fianc� also discovered that you were
fucking another man."  

Megan's growing rage quickly subsided, when she realized that she'd
been caught.  "How had Glenn found out about Emilio?" Megan asked
herself.  "They'd been so careful."

"Surprisingly, your fianc� wasn't all that upset about sharing you
with another, Miss Richards.  What he did resent was your haughty
indifference to his feelings and your lies.  Not to mention your
unwillingness to satisfy his needs after you had been with your
Italian friend."

"God!" Megan cried silently.  "They know everything!"  She hung her
head in defeat.

"Look at me please, Miss Richards.  You are still obligated to obey
our rules until such a time as you are released into the custody of
your fianc�."

"My whaaaa?" Megan gasped.  

"Indeed, Miss Richards.  Mr. McCain will be here momentarily.  So if
you don't mind, we need to conclude this interview."

Megan was utterly stunned.  She couldn't think of anything to say.
Timothy continued, his thighs now slapping rhythmically against
Megan's firm buttocks.

"I am going to ask you a few more questions now, Miss Richards.  Your
answers will determine whether or not you're character and attitude
have been suitably conditioned for a person of your gender."

"What are you, Miss Richards?"

Megan could barely think.  Her conditioned response was, "A female."

"And what is your primary purpose in life?"

"T... to service my lover," Megan whimpered.

"That's correct, `or lover's'," North added.  "I believe that your
fianc� has some new plans concerning your future partners, Miss
Richards."  North smiled.

Timothy continued.  "Slap..slap..slap..slap!"

"And your mantra, please, Miss Richards," North said.

Reluctantly Megan recited somewhat breathlessly, "To have a man's
penis inside of me is a privilege.  To hold him inside of me is my
duty."

"Very good, Miss Richards," North said condescendingly. 

Megan was indeed struggling now.  The Thelazine caused the nerve
endings inside of her to ignite like a solar flare.  Her battle for
lucidity was slowly being lost.  Megan's mind's eye ever so gradually
began to turn inward to the pistoning presence in her belly.  Her
lubricating juices flowed freely, causing the occasional wet, slurping
sound to come from between her legs.  It was beyond embarrassing.
Megan was just seconds from apogee when two things happened to
interrupt her ardor.  First, Timothy suddenly switched to that
annoying and unsettling broken cadence which put her completely off
balance.  Secondly, and more importantly, the office door opened.

"Well.. Well.. Well.." an all too familiar voice said.  At first Megan
refused to believe she'd heard correctly.  Then, as if to remove all
doubt, Glenn McCain sauntered across the room and perched casually on
the corner of the Headmaster's desk no more than a foot away from
Megan's white knuckles.  

Timothy paused for the first time in more than forty minutes.  Megan
was stunned.  She was so utterly mortified that she would not, could
not, look up at Glenn.  She hung her head down between her shoulders.

"Whoa now, mate," Glenn said, grinning at Timothy.  "Don't stop on my
account.  It looks to me like you've got matters well in hand," he
chuckled.  North stood up from behind his desk and offered Glenn his
hand.  At the same time, he nodded in Timothy's direction.  The
dedicated staff member immediately resumed his attentions with Megan
while the two other men chatted amiably.

"She looks good, Mr. North," Glenn commented.  "I'd swear she's a
different girl.  Just seeing her being taken from behind is testament
to your Center's successes."

"Slap..slap..slap..slap.."

Glenn hopped off the desk and stood for several moments just staring
at the loving couple.  Then without warning he reached under Megan's
arm and began to fondle a breast as it jerked back and forth to her
lover's cadence.  

As soon as Megan realized what Glenn was doing, she jerked her body
away from him.  "Don't touch me!" she hissed.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain, your little lady still has a bit of her
old fire left in her.  We have been able to deal with Miss Richards
relatively effectively in spite of her strong willed disrespect.  You
are familiar with our CAP Program are you not?"  When Glenn gave him a
quizzical look, North said, "Here, let me show you."  He stepped up
beside Megan and Timothy.  "At the Center we have discovered through
the years that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her anal
passage.  I realize that sounds a little odd, but we have had great
success with our CAP Program.  So much so that every Guest is fitted
with a device one her first day with us.  CAP, Mr. McCain stands for
Continuous Anal Presence.  In a nutshell, we believe that by keeping a
female's anal passage filled at all times, she will tend to focus on
those parts of her anatomy that are pivotal to her primary roll in
life.  Are you with me so far?"  

Glenn nodded, although he was a little shocked by what he was hearing.

North went on.  "In addition to its roll as a centering factor for a
young lady, the CAP Device is also used for corrective purposes
whenever we deem it necessary.  Allow me to demonstrate."  North
reached down, taking care not to interrupt Timothy's rhythm, and
grasped Megan's CAP.  Then with a swift move, he thrust the device
into her.  

The CAP Device, [Megan now wore a size eight] rammed against her most
tender tissues, causing the hapless teenager to grunt deeply.  Megan's
knees buckled beneath her, and she certainly would have fallen had
Timothy not been holding her up by her hips.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain," North went on.  "The device will most
certainly get a young ladies attention.  Would you care to give it a
try?"

"Nnnnn..." Megan whined through clenched teeth.

"Silence, Miss Richards!" Timothy ordered.  He continued to fuck Megan
smoothly and evenly.

"I sure would, like to give it a whirl," Glenn said excitedly.  He
placed his hand on the blunt end of the clear acrylic torpedo.  It was
warm to the touch.  It had been inside of his girlfriend for a long,
long time.  "And by the way, I like that `silence' routine," Glenn
chuckled, glancing in North's direction.  "You guys really think of
everything."  He began to slowly rotate the CAP Device inside of
Megan, causing her to moan softly.

"Look at your fianc�, please, Miss Richards," North said from the
sidelines.  Slowly Megan turned her head until she looked her
boyfriend in the eye.  He grinned at her maliciously.  

"Having fun, sweetheart?" Glenn asked sarcastically.  "I've always
thought that a good steady diet of cock is what you've been needing.
Fucking becomes you.  We'll have to make sure you never go without
once we get you home."

Even if she'd been allowed to reply, Megan was stunned and mortified
beyond words.  The fact that her boyfriend, whom she thought she had
so thoroughly duped, had been the one to have her abducted then
subjected to these inconceivable indignities ,still had her completely
dumbfounded.  While the steady rhythm of Timothy's love making
continued uninterrupted, Megan considered her plight.  "Now what?" she
thought.  "Did Glenn plan to carry on with this program of abuse after
her release?  If he did," Megan's thoughts turned malevolent.  "If he
did, he's gonna be in for the shock of his life!"

Timothy rammed her hard.  

"Huhhhhggg!" Megan grunted.

"Silence!" Timothy barked then rammed her again.  "And pay attention,
Miss Richards.  I expect total involvement on your part.  Let's
concentrate on your vaginal control, please," Timothy ordered.  "You
can dream about your boyfriend later when he takes you home, but for
now, you're mine."  

"Mr. McCain," North said.  "If you'll please have a seat." he motioned
to the chair Megan had once occupied.  "We have some release paper
work you'll need to sign, and then we'll get Miss Richards ready to
transport.  Oh, and by the way, do you wish her conscious or
unconscious for her journey home?"

Glenn reluctantly let go of Megan's CAP Device.  He'd been enjoying
feeling her anal contractions which were transmitted down the shaft of
her CAP.  They obviously coincided with her vaginal flexing, because
both tended to occur at the same pace as Timothy's cadence.  He took
his seat just a very few feet away from where his girlfriend was being
entertained by another man.  It was quite exciting for Glenn.  He
couldn't wait to get Megan home and get her started on her new
routines.  

"Unconscious," Glenn replied.  Megan looked over at him in
astonishment, but remained silent.  Timothy continued.

"I understand," North said, making a note.  "We'll have her prepared
and placed in your automobile as soon as we're done here.  Now if
you'll just sign, right here."  North marked an "X" on the page then
slid the official looking document over to Glenn.  

Megan watched in disbelief as her boyfriend, if that is what she must
think of him as, signed for her like a UPS parcel.  A moment later,
she huffed softly when Timothy's semen flowed hotly into her interior.
Glenn, turned her way and smiled, delighted to see his girlfriend
inseminated in front of him.  It was a rare treat, but one that would
soon become commonplace.  Megan was led away by an attendant shortly
thereafter.

Megan awoke with a very muzzy head.  The first thing she noticed, even
before opening her eyes was that someone was having his way with her.
She lay face down on the bed with her lover atop her.  Her legs were
spread wide.  Megan could feel the hairy legs of her lover rasping
against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he moved.  It came as no
surprise to Megan that she was being made love to without her consent.
She just couldn't seem to remember the circumstances that led up to
this latest engagement.  The man she was with was not particularly
large nor was he all that skilled as he moved slowly back and forth
inside of her.  Megan could feel him trembling.  Something none of the
professionals she'd been with recently ever did.  Their love making
was purposeful and direct.  This man was more tentative, more
reserved, almost timid.  None the less, Megan subconsciously applied
vaginal pressure in the rhythmic manner she'd been taught, relaxing on
his thrusts and squeezing when he withdrew.

"What's going on?" Megan wondered as her vision gradually cleared.
Even though her face was half buried in her pillow, Megan knew almost
immediately that she was not in her customary bed in her usual
quarters.  The mattress was distinctly softer and the linen smelled
too clean.  She heard a soft moan.  None of the men who'd worked with
Megan for the past several months had ever moaned or shown any signs
that they enjoyed her company.  They were there only to use her body
toward their own wicked ends.  

"Oh, my dear girl!" her current lover said with a breathless groan. He
rammed himself home and held there, shaking weakly.

"What the?" Megan thought as she felt the warmth of his offering
spread within her.

She raised her head off the pillow.  Instantly Megan was greeted by
the shock of her surroundings.  She was in Glenn's apartment, in his
bedroom, in his big four post bed.

"Oh, my child!" Megan's lover gasped as his body fell heavily upon
her.

Megan tried to turn to get a look at the man, but was unable to roll
him off of her.  His body felt limp.  He was obviously exhausted from
his recent love making and subsequent orgasm and lay atop Megan like a
giant water balloon, effectively pinning her to the bed.

Then a person moved into Megan's line of sight.  At first all Megan
could see was the person's thighs and hips.  Then he bent closer. "Oh,
God!" Megan's mind screamed.  It was Glenn.

"Hi, baby," he said cheerfully.  "Are you enjoying yourself, I hope? I
think, your old friend, and teacher, Mr. Harris is having a good
time."  Glenn grinned knowingly as he watched the comprehension spread
over Megan's face.  "Say hello, Jeff.  I know Megan is very happy to
see you again."

Megan was so utterly devastated that she could do nothing other than
turn her head and bury her face in the pillow.  She felt her math
teacher's penis twitch deep inside of her, no doubt spewing the last
of his semen into her convoluted interior.

Mr. Harris raised up, supporting himself with one hand while he rubbed
Megan's back and shoulders.  "I must say, Miss Richards.  This school
you've recently attended has certainly wrought some significant
changes in your character.  Now let's see if you remember the early
lessons I taught you."

As our story draws to a close, the once proud Megan Richards can be
seen cleaning the mixture of semen and vaginal juices off the penis of
her high school math teacher with her tongue while Gregg, her
boyfriend and owner, looks on approvingly.  Megan represents yet
another success story for The Youth Training Center and its dedicated
staff of professionals.  There will be many, many more.

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