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Chapter Three - The Twins


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The demure twin reluctantly looked up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Without the slightest compunction, Alex turned and beckoned to his
assistant who observed from nearby.  His name was Timothy, and he was
new to the Center.  Timothy had been on the payroll for about two
weeks, and like all new associates, he'd been assigned only temporary
responsibilities such as nightly partnering duties or the occasional
Group Correction.  Timothy was a quick study though, and from what
Alex had seen of him, he handled himself in a detached and
professional manner while working with the Guests.  Alex had therefore
decided to give Timothy a "career boost".  

This was Timothy's first Induction Interview or "Double I" as it was
called, and as it turned out, was one of the very few group inductions
the Center had ever undertaken.  Usually Guests are introduced to
their new responsibilities on an individual basis.  In the case of
Marina and Melanie, however, it was decided that it would be in the
best interest of their training to "Double I" the girls together,
especially since they would both be delivered to the same Client upon
completion of their schooling.

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

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

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

Marina groaned unconsciously.  This younger man was rougher than the
more experienced older Handler.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

Timothy had done his homework, and because he had, he knew with
certainty that Marina was not a virgin.  An accidental defloration
would have been a huge "CLM" (Career Limiting Move) for Timothy at
this point in his tenure with the Center.  Generally all such
procedures were directed to specialty departments and personnel.  Some
day Timothy might rise through the ranks and be responsible for more
complex operations, but for now, all he wanted to do was to meet the
Headmaster's expectations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, we're all ready then," Brent said.  Before he released Melanie's
cheeks, however, he did something that he did with every young virgin
prior to her deflowering.  It was kind of a trade mark with Brent.
Herb watched with a smile as his partner lowered his face between the
young girl's thighs.  Brent brought his nose to withing an inch of
Melanie's virgin flower.  Then with a long, slow inhale, he took of a
deep draft of her heady scent.  "It's like sniffing a fine brandy,"
Brent always said.  "And every young lady has her own unique
fragrance," he explains.  "It takes a real connoisseur to tell the
difference between some girls, but when you've worked with as many as
I have, you can tell.  You can definitely tell," he says with a smile.
Knowing his partner's routine well, Herb leaned down and looked into
Melanie's eyes.  A smile spread on his face when he saw the glimmer of
alarm flash in those two pools of blue.  From the other end of the
table Brent made "yummy sounds".  His face was buried between the
young girl's thighs.  A full minute passed before Brent sat back on
his haunches.  His expression was one of thoughtfulness.  His mouth
and chin glistened with silky nectar.  Licking his lips, he said at
last, "Excellent.  Not too salty.  She keeps herself well, for a young
girl."  Then glancing in Herb's direction he commented casually, "You
know, she tastes a lot like that feisty Asian girl we worked with last
week.  Remember her?" he asked as he stood up behind Melanie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at approximately the
same height as a barber's chair and had controls that allowed it to be
raised or lowered to any height.  The entire chair could also be
tilted, allowing its occupant to be seated upright or leaned back into
a recumbent position.  The real distinguishing feature of the
apparatus was the seat itself.  The seat bottom was split into two
sections such that the occupant's thighs are cradled and supported
while leaving her buttocks free and accessible.  Attached to the seat
were two leg extensions which ended in stainless steel stirrups.   The
lower extremity extensions were articulated such that they could be
adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and down.  On
the sides of the chair were arm rests which, like the leg extensions,
were also adjustable.  Additionally, like the leg rests, they were
equipped with nylon restraint straps which fastened with velcro
closures.  Just above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band
was attached to a head rest at neck level.  Once seated in the
"Cooperation Seat", and restrained at the throat, arms and legs, a
Guest is completely immobilized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," Marina replied softly.

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

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

Marina lowered her gaze and shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look at me, young lady," Alex ordered.  "This is not optional, Miss
Nesbit.  Any time that you are in the hands of one of our staff, you
will always look him or her directly in the eye, unless specifically
instructed to the contrary.  Do I make myself clear?" Alex continued
to push his finger deeply into Marina while he awaited her compliance.
Alex knew the inside of the female reproductive system like the back
of his hand.  So when after a couple of minutes, the stubborn girl
still had not obeyed him, Alex did something with his finger that
caused Marina to yelp in pain. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Snick..." the gun reported.

"Oww!" Melanie squeaked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Snick...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

North was pleased to discover that in addition to looking alike, the
Nesbit  sisters also felt the same.  Both young ladies were blessed
with nicely plump vulva.   

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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