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Chapter Eleven - Managers

Tom found an empty desk and quickly took a seat.  Glancing around the
classroom he saw several young Candidates whom he'd already had the
pleasure of meeting and others whom he had not.  Room 184 buzzed with
a hushed undertone.  Small groups of trainees chatted together while
others reviewed notes.

Tom glanced quickly at his wrist watch then began to study the large
posters hanging on the wall to his left.  "Five minutes," he muttered
aloud.  A couple of the posters showed anatomical diagrams of the
female reproductive system similar to those one might find in any
doctor's examination room.  There were others depicting the proper
placement of some of the specialized insertion instruments that he and
his fellow trainees would be using, a few of which Tom was already
familiar with.  And as always there was the omni-present placard
listing The Eight Non-Negotiable Standards of The Youth Training
Center.  A copy of these standards was posted in every room and every
corridor of the institution that Tom now called home.  They are the
rules by which the Guests of the Center are expected to abide.  They
are as follows:

Our Non-Negotiable Standards

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

Tom, like all of his fellow Handler Candidates, had memorized each and
every one of these Standards.  They were the stepping stones which
would lead to a new  way of life, the building blocks of a new and
more sensible society.

"Good morning, Gentlemen.  If you would all find a seat please, we
will begin," an authoritative voice said, interrupting Tom's day
dream.

Chair legs groaned against the tile floor of the classroom as
approximately twenty men of varying ages took their seats.  Most were
young, in their middle to late thirties, but a few faces in the crowd
had seen a few more years.

Tom looked to the front of the classroom.  Where the rows of desks
ended, a low stage rose.  The floor of this raised area was partly
covered with what appeared to be wrestling mats.  To the left of the
stage was a podium. Behind it stood a man dressed in the coveted white
coveralls of a Senior TYTC Handler/Instructor.

"Welcome to your first class in Arousal and Climax Management.  My
name is Kevin, and I will be your instructor for the next five weeks,"
the man said by way of introduction.  "We meet three times a week, and
attendance is mandatory."  He paused and looked out at the young and
eager faces before him.

Stepping from behind the podium the man in white continued.  "The
principles and techniques of A/C Management represent the core
rudiments of the TYTC philosophy.  Without a very thorough knowledge
of these essential precepts, your chances of becoming a TYTC Handler
are slim to none."  After pausing to allow the full significance of
his statement to register with the men seated before him, Kevin went
on.

"We all know from experience that the female of our species is complex
and often unpredictable."  Kevin heard a few muted laughs from the
audience in response to his understatement.  He paused again, studying
the expressions on the faces of his students.  "How many of you
believe my last assertion to be true?" he said after a moment.	Kevin
watched as a smattering of hands rose.  "Come, come, gentlemen. Surely
you've each been forced to deal with the fickle or even treacherous
behavior of a self-involved young lady at one time or another?"  Kevin
gazed about the classroom incredulously.  "What about those monthly
mood swings?  How about the convenient headaches?" Kevin hesitated
then probed his audience further.  "I ask you again, gentlemen.  How
many of you believe that the female of our species is unpredictable?"
This time almost every hand went up.  Kevin actually noticed a few
slumped shoulders in the group as a few of the young men remembered
some bewildering personal experiences of their own.

"Those of you who raised your hands... You're in the right place,"
Kevin said with an ironic smile. "For those of you who did not... You
too are in the right place, because you are absolutely correct in
concluding that contrary to popular belief, the human female is a
highly predictable animal, but more importantly, because her actions
can be anticipated, she can be maneuvered in directions not of her
natural choosing."

Kevin pressed a button on a small remote that he removed from a pocket
of his coveralls.  Behind him a large LCD flat screen lowered from a
hidden recess in the ceiling.  "You all probably know our Mission
Statement by heart, but let's take a look at it again.  This document
represents the very essence of why we are here, and what we endeavor
to achieve," Kevin stated in all seriousness.  On the screen these
words appeared:

"The Youth Training Center Mission Statement

We believe that today's 'modern woman' has become misaligned.
Everything we see in the media today places the physical beauty of the
female of our species upon an unreachable pedestal.  Males, on the
other hand, are frequently portrayed as buffoons and are the only
group remaining that it is politically correct to ridicule.  It is our
mission to remedy this embarrassing situation and restore the female
to her rightful position in society.  Our methods are not cruel.  Not
a single one of our Guests has ever been harmed.  Our training
philosophy is based upon the following premise:

"Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners 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
relationship.""

"The term 'misaligned' aptly describes the psychological condition of
most of the women we encounter in society today," Kevin began after
giving his class ample time to study the writing on the screen.  "From
a very early age she is taught by her mother who was taught by her
mother that although she is physically weaker than her male
counterpart, she possess something that every man desires.
Furthermore, she is led to believe that by selectively withholding
that which he seeks, she can gain power over any male.  Is everyone
with me so far?" Kevin asked the group of young men.  Several nodded
in confirmation.  "From generation to generation this belief system
has been handed down from mother to daughter.  Until recently the
influence of this concept upon our society as a whole has been subtle,
but with the advent and rapid growth of modern communications and mass
media it has become widespread to the point of becoming utterly
pervasive."

Again Kevin paused for effect.  "As our Mission Statement expresses so
well, the male has become the target of disrespect and even ridicule.
Say anything in public even remotely derogatory about an
African-American or a homosexual, or a female, and you will quickly
find yourself ostracized.  Not so in the case of the Caucasian male,
or males of any ethnic background, for that matter.  Additionally,
over the last thirty years the media has made a mockery of the male
and his place as the head of the household.  Everywhere we turn,
gentlemen, we are portrayed as incompetent clowns, but rest assured
that once we manage to get ourselves into a real bind, a woman will
come to our rescue.  She will teach us understanding and compassion
and make everything right with the world."  Again Kevin heard chuckles
from the audience.

"Some of you doubt what I say?  To you I say, open your eyes,
gentlemen.  Look around you.  We are on the edge of the precipice.
Before us yawns the abyss of matriarchal dominance," Kevin expressed
with true passion.  Then after taking a deep breath, he went on in a
softer tone.  "Each of you must in some way recognize this impending
predicament, or you would not be here."  He turned and stepped behind
the podium once again.  On the big monitor, the logo of The Youth
Training Center appeared.  "Here at TYTC," Kevin proceeded,  "each of
you will become a part of the solution.  My job, gentlemen, and that
of my colleagues, will be to provide you with the training and tools
that you will need in order to fulfill the second half of our Mission
Statement."

Tom had no doubts about the fact that a big problem existed within our
society.  In fact he had just recently fallen victim to the sexual
extortion tactics of a young lady he fancied, and the pain and
frustration of that experience was still fresh in his mind.  Tom was
extremely impressed by the Handler/Instructor and dwelled on his every
word.  He fully intended to become a part of the solution.

"Moving right along," Kevin began.  "Let's take a closer look at the
second half of the TYTC Mission Statement.  It is this single sentence
that contains the cornerstone of our ideology," Kevin explained.

"As I stated earlier, although our young lady has become misaligned,
she can still be enlightened.  Recognizing the fact that she firmly
believes that there is no problem having to do with a member of the
opposite sex that cannot be dealt with using some form of sexual
coercion, we conclude that she places a  tremendous amount of emphasis
on things sexual.  It seems only logical then, that the resolution to
her alignment problem must also involve a sexual solution."

Kevin looked out on the rows of bright young men and felt a sense of
pride swell within him.  These men represented the future of mankind,
and he was grateful to be allowed to contribute to their success.

"If the truth be known, the solution was right in front of us, staring
us in the face all along," Kevin said with a wry smile.  "Think about
it, gentlemen.  Is there a more agreeable creature on Earth than a
woman who has just been made love to for an extended period of time?
Ever seen that 'freshly fucked' look?"  Kevin saw several knowing
smiles in the audience.  "There's our solution, gentlemen," Kevin said
with raised eyebrows.  "Following copulation our young lady is in a
very impressionable state of mind, and is therefore highly susceptible
to suggestion.  That is when we must step forward and make those
suggestions that will help her to find herself, and in so doing, find
her true raison d'etre.

"Sounds too simple, doesn't it?" Kevin commented after a moment.  "In
truth, the psychology involved is extremely complex, but upon this
simple platform, we base all of our more advanced doctrine and
methodology.  From this rudimentary beginning, the science of Arousal
and Climax Management was born."

Following a brief recess, Kevin called the class to order.  "It's only
fitting that we begin our class in A/C Management with an example of
the problem," he said, turning once again to the large flat screen
monitor.  On it the image of a room appeared.  The room was sparsely
furnished with one big table and two or three straight backed chairs
placed around it.  It looked a lot like an interrogation room at a
police station.  "This episode is occurring in real time as we speak,"
Kevin explained then fell silent as on the screen, a young girl
perhaps seventeen years of age was led into the room by a man dressed
in the familiar white coveralls.  She was instructed to sit down which
she did, but it was obvious from her facial expression that she was
highly agitated.  Thanks to digital freeze frame technology Kevin was
able to pause the action on the monitor for brief periods of time in
order to inject commentary.

"Gentlemen, this is Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell.  Miss O'Connell has just
recently turned seventeen which is a bit old for our liking, but we
have made an exception in her case on behalf of a good client.  In
fact, her birthday was last week.  As you will note, Gwenyth is a
pretty girl, and it's obvious from her features that she is of Irish
ancestry."  Kevin paused and allowed his class to study the young
woman on the monitor.  "Miss O'Connell's lineage is not only
conspicuous in her warm loveliness, but it also manifests itself in
her fiery disposition, and as you will soon see, Miss O'Connell is,
shall we say, less than cooperative at this stage of her training."

"What you are about to witness is an example of a young female
resorting to tactics which she has been taught are the answer to
life's difficulties," Kevin explained to his class.	"Miss
O'Connell was extremely belligerent and combative during her 'Double
I'," Kevin continued.  "However, thanks to the keen eye of our
senior-most Handler, shortly after she was disrobed the girl was
observed exhibiting signs of a desire to bargain with one of her
attending Handlers.  This was later confirmed by that Handler, and as
a result, following her routine medical examinations and fitting for
her CAP Device, Miss O'Connell was taken to the Encounter Chamber
where we see her now.  What we will observe, is our young lady as she
is allowed to play out her scheme to extort the young Handler she's
previously targeted as possibly being sympathetic to her predicament.
Let's watch, shall we."  Kevin smiled at the young men seated before
him then released the pause on the monitor.

"What are they gonna do to me?" the pretty strawberry blond asked the
young Handler as she sat hugging herself at the big table.

"No one is going to hurt you.  I promise," the Handler responded to
the girl's anxious question.  He sounded quite sincere.

In fact, he was sincere.  To date, not a single Guest has been
physically harmed during her stay at TYTC.

"But..." she hesitated, looking around the room nervously.  "But why
did they take my clothes, and why did those men put that horrible
thing inside of me?"  She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as her
CAP nudged her tender tissues.  She then gave the Handler a thoroughly
beguiling look in spite of her obvious discomfort."

Again, Kevin halted the action.  "I want you to note Miss O'Connell's
use of the words 'they' and 'them' when referring to the other
associates she's encountered thus far this morning," Kevin remarked.
"This is a perfect example of an attempt to align herself with the
young man in the room with her.  His name, by the way, is Peter.  By
referring to the others in the third person, Miss O'Connell seeks to
cull Peter from the group of perceived 'unfriendlies' so that she can
then form an alliance with him."  Kevin restarted the video feed.

"I'm so afraid," the pretty teenager said, hugging herself tightly and
putting on her most pitiful face.

"Now don't worry, Miss," the Handler said, playing along with her.  He
moved around the table and stood beside the girl.  She allowed him to
place his hand onto her shoulder.  Then after a moment, she pressed
her cheek to the back of his hand.  The monitor froze on that poignant
scene.

"If you gentlemen could have seen this young woman an hour or two ago
at her Induction Interview, you would not believe that this is the
same girl.  The change that has come over her is quite remarkable.
Miss O'Connell was, in fact, so antagonistic that her attending
Handlers were about to resort to physical restraint when our Senior
Handler spied her clandestine attempt to enlist an accomplice.  Miss
O'Connell actually bit one man, wounding him quite seriously, when he
touched her in a completely unthreatening manner much the same as you
see Peter doing right here.  The only difference is that now our
quarrelsome young lady senses a potential weakness.  She has a reason
to be more agreeable.

As the action began anew, the girl looked up at the young Handler with
huge blue eyes.  Then in a tiny voice she pleaded, "Won't you please
help me?"

Peter was a good actor in his own right, and after a moment of feigned
indecision, he said, "Gee, Miss.  I... I'm afraid I can't do much.  I
mean...."  His words fairly dripped with disappointment and regret.

The change that came over the pretty teenager was instantaneous.  It
was as though neither her captivity nor her nakedness mattered any
longer.  She sensed a chink in the young man's armor and seized upon
the opportunity.  In a suddenly more confident voice she suggested,
"Look, if you can just get me some clothes and maybe tell me how to
get out of here..."  She let her words trail off, promising nothing
for the moment, but her facial expression spoke something else
entirely.

Peter was really very good.  He looked apologetic as hell as he said,
"Gosh, Miss, I'm kinda new here, and there really isn't much I can..."

"I'll make it up to you," the lovely blond interrupted him abruptly.
"Really," she said, gazing up at him.  Then unexpectedly, she placed
her hand over Peter's on her bare shoulder.  The smile that she
subsequently gave the young Handler was so heavy with seductive
implication that a couple of men in the audience actually groaned.

Again the action stopped.  "I take it that some of you have seen this
kind of behavior before," Kevin said with a knowing smile.  "Let's
take a closer look at our little scenario," Kevin suggested.

"So far we've witnessed the winnowing process, where our young Guest
attempts to separate her target from his colleagues.  This is followed
immediately by the 'Contract', as soon as she detects an opening.  And
how will our young lady 'make it up to him'?  What exactly does she
have to offer, considering her circumstances?  Why that which every
man desires, naturally," Kevin commented sarcastically.  "After all,
her mother taught her well, and this strategy has worked flawlessly
for her all her life.  Now quickly, let's see just how far she is
willing to commit," Kevin said.  Then before allowing the action to
recommence, he added,  "As a footnote, according to our records, Miss
O'Connell currently has a steady beau who is two years her senior. The
two have been dating for quite some time, and the young man has
recently asked Miss O'Connell to marry him on more than one occasion,
but thus far she has refused him." the Handler/Instructor remarked as
he pressed the 'Resume' button on his remote.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, feigning a lack of understanding.

With an incredulous look, the pretty blond was forced to elaborate. "I
mean... you know," she said blushing hotly as a part of her act.
"Maybe we could, you know, get together later on... maybe?"

Peter appeared to consider her offer for several moments before
replying, "But, Miss, surely a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend,
maybe even two.  What'll he think?" Peter asked, leading the girl.

With a sly, catlike smile Gwenyth pounced.  "Yeah, I do," she said
coyly, wishing to make it abundantly clear to Peter that she was
indeed in demand.  "But what he doesn't know won't hurt him.  Right?"
she then said with a cunning, conspiratorial wink, further aligning
herself with the young Handler.

"So, there it is, gentlemen.  Our lovely young lady plays her trump
card, offering our staff member the promise of sexual favor in return
for his cooperation, and even though she is currently involved with
another man, she is prepared to 'get together' with Peter if he will
agree to her terms."

The screen went dark.

"Does this scenario look familiar?" Kevin asked rhetorically after
turning to face his class.  "Our young lady feels very secure in the
knowledge that she has made our young associate an offer that he
cannot and will not refuse.  Miss O'Connell's records indicate that
she has taken three lovers to date during her career on the outside.
Two of them fell victim to the same kind of sexual extortion that
we've just witnessed.  From experience she knows that she will
invariably gain the upper hand, eventually realize her wishes and
quite possible not have to give up anything in return, if she plays
her cards right.

As we speak, however, Peter is preparing to 'turn the tables' on our
young lass and begin her program of conditioning," Kevin informed the
class with a sly smile of his own.  "Peter has been instructed to lead
Miss O'Connell to believe that perhaps he can help her after all.
Seemingly falling prey to her irresistible charms, our fellow
associate will leave the Encounter Chamber with Miss O'Connell in tow
in what will appear to be an effort to help her to end her captivity,"
Kevin explained.  Then with a smile, the Handler/Instructor gestured
to a door at the rear of the stage area.  "Actually, Miss Gwenyth
Leigh O'Connell is being lead to this very room where we will
collectively help her to unravel her deception and begin to find truth
and contentment."

"This will count as a lab session, by the way," Kevin added
matter-of-factly.

Then as if on cue, the door hissed open, and in walked the young
Handler named Peter, immediately followed by the lovely Miss Gwenyth
O'Connell.


Gwenyth was indeed an attractive girl.  She had thick strawberry blond
hair, and those alluring pale Irish features that many men find
extremely sensual.  Her eyes were large and sky blue in color.  Her
high cheekbones and pouty mouth also helped to make young Gwenyth very
pleasing to the eye.

Her supple body was nicely developed for a teenager.  She had shapely
hips and a narrow waist.  But what men admired most about Gwenyth were
her breasts.  Her two cones of wonderfully firm flesh were exquisitely
shaped and looked to be the perfect size for prolonged climax control.

"Good morning Peter," Kevin said, addressing his fellow associate.

"Hello, Kevin," the younger Handler replied, leading his charge
forward by the hand.

"And this must be Miss O'Connell.  Good morning and welcome, young
lady.  We are pleased that you could join us this morning," Kevin said
to the bewildered teenager.  For the purposes of this class, he
decided to forgo the Standard Greeting procedure in order not to
further agitate the subject unnecessarily.

"Who....who are you?"  Gwenyth asked in a small voice.  She stood
eyeing the audience warily.  She was both surprised and stunned.  Then
she turned quickly toward Peter and asked, "I thought you were going
to help me to..."  She allowed her sentence to go unfinished.  "You
son of a bitch!" Gwenyth then snarled viciously as she began to
realize that she'd been duped, and that escape from this hideous den
of madmen was highly unlikely.  The look she gave the young Handler
could have wilted a cactus.

Peter merely smiled and shrugged at the disgruntled girl.  With a good
natured chuckle, Kevin said, "We understand that you and Peter have an
agreement.  Peter apparently has agreed to try to help you, Miss
O'Connell, in exchange for a favor.  Is that not so?"  When the girl
turned to him with a look of disbelief, Kevin went on to explain. "You
see, Miss O'Connell,  your meeting with Peter a few minutes ago was
viewed by all of us here."  He waved his hand toward the twenty some
odd young men seated in the audience.  In response to the Gwenyth's
earlier question, Kevin was good enough to explain further. "These
young men that you see gathered here are students," he said. "In fact,
we are all students at this institution.  We are all here to learn."
Again Kevin flashed his warm, reassuring smile.

"As you no doubt were told at your Induction Interview, you are a
Guest of The Youth Training Center, and I, and others like myself will
be your teachers."  Kevin paused to allow the confused young woman to
think about what he was saying.  "At the same time, Miss O'Connell, we
teachers will also become the students.  We hope to learn many things
from you and about you during the course of your stay with us.  For
example, What are your driving motives?  How will you react in
different situations to varying conditions and challenges?"  Holding
up his hand to silence her, Kevin said with a smile, "I realize that
much of what I am saying to you is rather vexing at this time, Miss
O'Connell, but more will become clear to you as time passes, I assure
you.  To sum up our hopes and aspirations, let me just say this.  You
are female, Miss O'Connell, and we wish to learn as much as possible
about how you perceive certain concepts and how you will respond to
diverse forms of encouragement.  Does that help you to understand a
little better?"

Gwenyth didn't like the sound of what she heard one bit.  Suddenly in
fact, she became acutely aware of her nakedness in front of the group
of total strangers.  "This is nuts!" she exclaimed to herself as she
looked from one male face to the next.  Their expressions could best
be described as curious, bordering on analytical.  "These men are all
monsters," she concluded with a slight chill.  Gwenyth was also
furious with herself for allowing the young demon named Peter to
outwit her the way he had.  As she stood hugging herself in a vain
attempt to cover at least a part of her nudity, Gwenyth held her
rising panic in check by drawing upon her inner rage to help her to
endure from one minute to the next.  Also, in order to bolster her
waning confidence, she reaffirmed her vow that she would get away from
this mad house if it was the last thing she did.

Abruptly, though, Gwenyth's contemplation of escape was interrupted by
the big man dressed in white coveralls.  "To begin, our investigation,
this morning, I wish to ask you one simple question, Miss O'Connell,"
Kevin said in an even and unthreatening tone of voice.  When he felt
that he had her undivided attention, he asked, "What exactly were you
planning to offer to Peter in return for his cooperation and your
freedom?"

Gwenyth was ill prepared for such a question.  It's not that the
answer wasn't pretty obvious.  It was just that it had never been put
to her quite so bluntly before, and in particular never before an
audience.  Sure, men had tried to "collect" from her plenty of times,
but this was different.  These men appeared to be studying her.  Some
were even taking notes.  Gwenyth had never before felt so utterly
exposed and vulnerable.

The reaction to adversity was intuitive for the pretty teenager.
Gwenyth turned on the charm and innocense.  "Well, you know, I...."
she said, coyly.  She felt the blood to rush to her face, and she
didn't fight it.  At first she wouldn't look either man in the eye.
She stood with one arm across her breasts and one hand covering her
pubic area as she slowly rotated her slim body from side to side. Then
she turned and smiled shyly at Peter.  She started to say something,
but Kevin interrupted her again.

"You were going to offer him sex, in return for his help, were you
not, Miss O'Connell?"

Rapidly changing expressions flashed across Gwenyth's face like a
slide show: Astonishment.. embarrassment.. apprehension.. indignity..
anger.

"Answer me, Miss O'Connell!" Kevin snapped.  "Were you, or were you
not offering sex as compensation were Peter to assist you in an
attempt to escape from our facility?"  His abruptness startled
Gwenyth.

"That's... I... It's..." Gwenyth spluttered as she stared in shock at
the man in white.  He had a commanding presence, and Gwenyth was
rather intimidated.  Gwenyth grappled for cohesive thought, but she
was so thoroughly flustered, that before she could think of anything
to say in response to the man, he held up his hand, effectively
silencing her once again.  It was maddening as hell.

"Let's all have a look at just exactly what it was you said to our
associate," Kevin said solemnly, nodding in the direction of the flat
screen.  He pressed a button on the remote, and the big monitor sprang
to life.  Kevin, Peter and the audience of trainees all watched as on
the screen, Gwenyth's negotiations were reenacted.

"Look, if you can just get me some clothes, and maybe tell me how to
get out of here..."

Gwenyth watched in bewilderment as images of herself filled the huge
monitor.

"Won't you please help me?"  The outlandish classroom echoed with her
recorded words.  Then came the bargain.

"I'll make it up to you," Gwenyth offered on the big screen. "Really."

Gwenyth felt sickened as she watched herself smile seductively at the
young man there with her in the Encounter Chamber.  She placed her
hand over his on her shoulder.

In the recording, when the man named Peter asked her what she meant by
that, Gwenyth witnessed her reply with growing horror.  ""I mean...
you know.  Maybe we could, you know, get together later on... maybe?"
The expression on her face, said it all.  There was no question in
anyone's mind that she was attempting to seduce Peter.  Then as if to
seal the covenant, when she was asked, Gwenyth openly and willingly
betrayed her fiance.

"But, Miss, surely a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend.  What'll he
think?" the young man in white asked.

"Yes, I do," Gwenyth replied coyly on the screen.  "But what he
doesn't know won't hurt him.  Right?"

Thankfully the huge monitor went dark.  Gwenyth stood hugging herself
while her spirits plummeted.  Suddenly she became aware that in the
silence of the classroom, every eye was riveted upon her.  Her sense
of exposure and vulnerability redoubled as she stared at her feet in
humiliation.

"Look at me, please, Miss O'Connell," Kevin instructed the
uncomfortable young girl, interrupting her dark thoughts.  "It seems
pretty clear to me, and I suspect to everyone here, that you indeed
offered young Peter, here the promise of an amorous rendezvous with
you at a later date."  Still the young blond stared at her feet. "Look
at me, young lady," Kevin said more firmly.

Unexpectedly, he reached out and gripped Gwenyth's chin with strong
fingers.  With seemingly irresistible strength he raised her face
upward, forcing the distraught teenager to look him in the eye.
"Additionally, Miss O'Connell, our records indicate that you have made
this sort of pact with more than one young man in the recent past."
Kevin smiled condescendingly at the pretty blond.  Her expression of
incredulity and bewilderment was priceless.

Drawing upon her last reserves of confidence, the pretty teenager said
to the horrible man standing before her.  "That's none of your
business!"  Then with an unanticipated burst of unveiled malevolence,
Gwenyth lashed out.  Her hand swung a tight arc, catching Kevin
squarely on his right cheek with a resounding "whack!" A hushed murmur
passed through the audience when after jerking her face from Kevin's
grip, Gwenyth turned to run.  Her flight was cut short, however, when
she crashed directly into Peter's chest.

Before she knew what was happening, Peter's deceptively powerful arms
encircled her.  Then with the grace and swiftness of a martial artist
the young Handler spun Gwenyth around to face Kevin and the class of
Handler Candidates seated in rows behind him.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Gwenyth cursed when Peter took a healthy
shock of her thick hair in his fist, pulling the corners of her eyes
back until she resembled a girl of Asian descent.

The next sound Miss Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell uttered was a visceral
grunt when with a practiced hand, Peter grabbed the exposed end of her
CAP Device and angled the deeply imbedded anal appliance upward such
that its tip put direct pressure on Gwenyth's coccyx, or tail bone.
Then using her hair and CAP as "handles", Peter effortlessly lifted
the unfortunate young woman up onto her tiptoes in front of Kevin. The
surprisingly athletic young Handler then proceeded to shake Gwenyth
like a rag doll.

Kevin, who stood silently rubbing his cheek, smiled at the very
unladylike series of grunts and groans that came from the pretty blond
teenager as she received correction.  To strike a Handler was a
serious infraction of discipline, and the headstrong young woman would
be dealt with quite severely, but not at this time.  After all, Kevin
as well as the twenty some odd Handler Candidates in the room had a
schedule to keep.

At last Gwenyth was set back onto her own two feet.  She stood panting
heavily with a very pained look on her face as the big man in white
went on as though nothing unusual had occurred at all.  Peter stood
directly behind her and  maintained a controlling hold on her hair as
well as on the vile thing in her rear end.  Gwenyth was a pretty
miserable young lady at the moment.

"As I was saying, Miss O'Connell," Kevin said.  "We have reason to
believe that you are capable, and indeed willing to make this sort of
covenant whenever you think that it might be advantageous to you."

Gwenyth groaned when the man behind her twisted the horrible device
inside of her.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" the older man barked.

"But," she whined miserably.

"I said, Silence!" Kevin shouted, his face just inches from her own.
Then in a more controlled voice, he quoted, "Guests shall not speak
unless instructed to do so."

Gwenyth stared at him with an icy gaze.

"That's better," the Handler/Instructor said after a minute.  Then
ignoring her plight, the man began again with his evil narrative.  "I
want you to understand, Miss O'Connell, that you are not alone.  It
seems that a great percentage of the members of the 'fairer sex' will
use the promise of sexual favor as a bartering tool."  Then to
Gwenyth's astonishment, the man added, "My associates and I have no
argument with that.  In fact, we support this course of action
whole-heartedly," Kevin explained earnestly.

Gwenyth stood shell shocked and silent.

"What we at The Youth Training Center object to, Miss O'Connell, is
the fact that so many young women also share the propensity to default
on their end of the bargain."

Kevin paused for a moment to allow his words to register with the
pretty blond.  He smiled when he recognized the comprehension
beginning to  bloom on Gwenyth's face.

"Our mission this morning is twofold then, Miss O'Connell," Kevin went
on to explain. "The gentlemen that you see seated before you are here
to learn some of the techniques used to control the timing and degree
of arousal of the human female during sexual intercourse."  Again
Kevin smiled as the girl's expression darkened noticeably.  "You, Miss
O'Connell will provide us with an example and model for this purpose,
and in return, we will give you the opportunity to fulfill your
obligation to Peter."

Gwenyth opened her mouth to protest, but the time for talk was over.

With no further delay Kevin said to his fellow associate, "Let's get
her into Service Position One, shall we, Peter?"  Then looking at
Gwenyth, he ordered, "On your hands and knees, Miss O'Connell."

"Service Position One, Miss O'Connell," Peter voiced the command as he
forced the unhappy blond down to the mat using her hair and CAP quite
effectively.

While Peter went about getting Gwenyth into position, Kevin fetched a
tripod with a small digital camera mounted on it and set it up
directly in front of the couple.  When all was in readiness, the
Senior TYTC Handler stood and faced his class.

"Very well, then," he began.  "While Peter gets Miss O'Connell ready
let me give you an idea of what we are going to be exploring."  The
sounds of pencils scratching on notepaper could be heard above the
protests of the pretty blond teenager and her Handler.  "As soon as he
is ready, Peter will mount our Guest in what we refer to as Service
Position One," Kevin explained.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter was heard to say as Kevin went on
with the lesson.

"Service Position One, or simply the 'Service Position', is one of the
best postures for maintaining control over the female during
intercourse.  The fact that the vaginal passage is in almost perfect
alignment in this position facilitates ease of entry. Also, very
thorough penetration can be achieved without the penile shaft
contacting the clitoris.  This generates a tremendous sense of
presence while at the same time greatly reduces the chances of the
female ramping to orgasm unexpectedly," Kevin lectured.

"And speaking of climax," he said.  An extremely important decision
needs to be made at the onset of this exercise, and that is whether we
are going to allow or deny orgasm for Miss O'Connell at the conclusion
of this encounter.  Peter has already made his choice, but I will
leave it to you to decide how each of you would choose were you in his
position.  At the end of the exercise, we'll see if you made the right
decision."

"Nnnnoo! You let go of me!" Gwenyth shrieked in the background.  Her
protest was immediately followed by a groaning cry and some
indecipherable curses.

Paying little attention to the proceedings on the stage behind him,
Kevin went on with his lecture.  "To aid us in making this most
crucial judgement call, we can look at Miss O'Connell's recent
history," Kevin instructed.  "At TYTC we maintain extensive dossiers
on all of our Guests.  Contained within these files is information of
a highly personal nature.  Some of this data is provided to us by
interested Clients, while some is collected by our Special Projects
Division.  We attempt to gather and maintain intelligence that is both
comprehensive and current on each of our young ladies, paying
particularly close attention to anything having to do with her sexual
background and experience.  Medical records, including gynecological
history, are also a part of each girl's dossier."  Kevin paused while
the class of Handler Candidates took copious notes.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Gwenyth's Handler ordered.  "Head up.  Arch
your back!"

Kevin continued.  "From Miss O'Connell's file we have learned that at
the age of thirteen, she gave up her virginity to the boyfriend of a
classmate and friend by the name of Nancy Worth.  Miss Worth's beau
was a young man by the name of Norman Taylor," Kevin explained.  "Our
records are a bit sketchy as to why Miss O'Connell found it necessary
to seduce her best friend's steady love interest, but then again, the
motives and actions of females during these formative years as they
seek to position themselves for pairing can be difficult to establish
at first glance.  Further investigation, however, leads us to believe
that Miss Worth, an attractive girl in her own right, and Miss
O'Connell were engaged in some sort of challenge at the time to see
who was the more charming, and who had the greater ability to attract
"boys".  Allegedly, the two young ladies breezed through the hearts of
several victims before Miss O'Connell settled upon the idea that she
could win the contest and make a truly lasting impression upon Miss
Worth by seducing the young lady's current boyfriend.  We're not
certain if Miss O'Connell originally intended to follow through to
consummation, but records show that young Mr. Taylor was nobody's
fool.  Recognizing a good thing when he saw it, he seized upon the
opportunity.  For months the young man was able to enjoy the favors of
both young ladies until Miss Worth finally discovered Miss O'Connell's
treachery, and subsequently broke up the triangle."

"Oww! You bastard!" Gwenyth screamed, interrupting the flow of Kevin's
dissertation.

Turning, the Handler/Instructor watched while his younger counterpart
disciplined his rambunctious charge.  Gwenyth had been forced to her
knees, and Peter still held a fistful of her thick hair.  While the
class looked on, the Handler pulled back hard on the disobedient young
lady's blond mane, causing her to arch her back at an astonishingly
acute angle.  This in turn compelled the girl to thrust her hips
upward.  Placing the heel of his free hand onto the butt end of
Gwenyth's CAP Device, Peter began to rotate the appliance while
pushing it deeper into her anal passage.  The result was breathtaking
in more ways than one.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter ordered.  The girl groaned horribly
before him as the rectal device virtually rearranged her internal
organs and brought tremendous pressure to bear against her uterus and
urinary bladder.

"We won't keep you too much longer," Kevin said with a smile in
Peter's direction.  The younger man nodded in return then pulled back
harder on Gwenyth's hair, forcing her into a strangled silence.

"As I was saying," Kevin continued after turning back to face his
class.  "In this instance as well as two others during her sexual
career, Miss O'Connell demonstrated a penchant for both deceit and
maliciousness in her efforts to manipulate her relationships.  We
believe that because of her tendency to resort to deception and
treachery, that were she actually to be placed into the position of
having to deliver on her promises, that she will more than likely seek
to gain control over the sexual act as well.  In other words, if she
absolutely must do it, Miss O'Connell wants to be in charge.  If she's
going to be forced to 'deliver', it will be on her terms and her
pace."  Kevin paused while his class noted his remarks.  Behind him
the two soon to be lovers wrestled fitfully.  "For this reason, we
believe that Miss O'Connell will make an ideal example for today's
exercise.  Because of her propensity for devious behavior, Peter must
remain particularly diligent at all times during intercourse to insure
that our young Guest not be allowed to believe that she can in any way
regulate either the intensity or the duration of the encounter.  She
must be made to know with certainty that she is on the receiving end,
and never be allowed by word or deed to alter the course of their love
making.  Peter, will of course see to it that Miss O'Connell observes
our Non-Negotiable Standards, in particular Standard Number Seven
which states that, 'Guests shall remain silent while being attended
to'."  Kevin recited.  "Additionally, he will use a variety of proven
techniques by which he can manage the degree of his subject's arousal
during copulation.  As we proceed, I will endeavor to point out the
most notable of these tactics, and you will be able to judge for
yourselves their effectiveness.

Then, gesturing in the direction of the big monitor, Kevin said, "I
want you to direct your attention to the screen, please, gentlemen."
On the monitor a very large image of Gwenyth's face and shoulders
appeared.  As the class looked on, her facial expression changed from
one of exertion and anger to a look of astonishment.  Then as Kevin
continued, Gwenyth's blue eyes quickly became round and unfocused.
"What you see here, gentlemen is an example of The Inward Stare.  In
spite of the conditions of her developing relationship with our
associate, Peter, Miss O'Connell's attention is quite clearly focused
on her interior as her Handler manipulates her CAP.  What Peter is
doing here is creating a distraction or brief interval of time where
Miss O'Connell's complete attention will be directed toward whatever
stimulus he employs," Kevin explained.

On the monitor, Gwenyth winced.  She looked mildly nauseous.  Kneeling
behind her Peter continued to rotate her CAP while with one swift,
well practiced move, he released his hold on her hair just long enough
to lower the zipper on his specially designed coveralls.

"Obviously the CAP Device is extremely useful for this purpose, but
there are many other instruments and methods which can be employed.
During the next few weeks you will be introduced to many of them and
taught to become proficient in both their selection and
implementation," Kevin pointed out to his class.  "When you are
working with a less than cooperative Guest, such as our Miss O'Connell
here, this period of time generated by tactical distraction is ideal
for entry."

While Kevin lectured, Peter, as if on cue, thrust himself into the
pretty blond.

"Please pay close attention to Miss O'Connell's face, gentlemen,"
Kevin narrated.  "If you look closely, you can actually gage Peter's
advance by the degree of dilation of her eyes.  Additionally note the
flare of the nostrils," he explained as on the screen, the enlarged
image of Gwenyth's pretty face clearly depicted her lover's progress.

"As I stated earlier," Kevin said to his class.  "The Service Position
is the best choice for mounting an uncooperative Guest, because in
addition to allowing you to maintain physical control over the
subject, near perfect vaginal alignment can be achieved with minimal
effort."

Gwenyth grunted in a most unladylike fashion as her lover's thighs
pressed tightly against the shapely globes of her buttocks.  On the
big monitor all in attendance noted the quivering of her lower lip and
the expression of wonder and surprise on her face as the blunt tip of
her Handler's penis prodded her cervix.  The significance of her
situation as the subject of a class was temporarily lost to Gwenyth
since she had more pressing matters to consider.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter ordered from behind.  He'd shifted
both of his hands to Gwenyth's hips so as to hold her back upon
himself.

"Two things are worth noting here, gentlemen," Kevin narrated in his
professional tone of voice.  "The first being the fact that Peter has
used no foreplay of any kind.  The Center considers the use of
foreplay to be contradictory to a young lady's conditioning.  Vaginal
lubrication, if required, can be supplied artificially, but generally
the effects of her monthly dose of Thelazine is more than adequate to
facilitate entry.  Secondly," Kevin continued,  "you will note that
Peter entered our Guest completely on his first thrust.  Hopefully you
recognized this in Miss O'Connell's facial expression."  Turning
toward the monitor, Kevin said, "It is very important that a Guest
become 'Fully Involved' as quickly as possible.  It has been proven
that any hesitation upon initial penetration can be easily
misconstrued by the subject to be an invitation for her to initiate
some action.  Remember," Kevin said in all seriousness.  "She must
remain on the receiving end.  In order to remain on the receiving end,
she must first begin on the receiving end, right?" he added with a wry
smile.  "At this point in her training she is a receptacle.  Nothing
more, nothing less.  Enter her fully upon initial penetration, then
hold there for a minute or two.  Provide her with a reference point.
Let her know who you are, and more importantly, that you are in
charge."

Kevin again paused to let his students transcribe his remarks onto
their note pads.  Behind him Gwenyth got better acquainted with her
Handler until he was ready to move on.

"Alright, if everyone is ready, let's proceed," Kevin said after
allowing a suitable amount of time to pass.  On the raised stage
behind him, Peter began his cadence.

"Thrust Timing is probably one of the most critical skills that you
will be expected to master as Handler trainees," Kevin stated
unequivocally.  "The old adage that 'some girls like it fast and some
like it slow,' no longer concerns  us.  What she 'likes' or 'dislikes'
is irrelevant.  What is crucial is timing.  Timing is everything."
Kevin gazed down from the lectern at the studious group of young men.
Each one was focused and attentive to his words.  "The results of
numerous case studies has shown that in general, rapid thrusts tend to
excite, whereas slow, measured strokes will maintain a more uniform
level of arousal," Kevin explained.

Gwenyth shuddered as her Handler's first two ingress/egress sequences
caused her to become familiar with every throbbing inch of him.  She
hadn't been given the opportunity to look upon his manhood before it
was thrust into her, but Gwenyth quickly discovered that Peter was
better endowed than any young man she'd experienced thus far in her
life.  The shock of his unexpected inaugural penetration had not yet
worn off when Gwenyth experienced what is known as "Vaginal Recall".

Vaginal Recall, or simply V.R. for short, is that physical and
emotional "memory" that remains with a young lady for a short time,
following full involvement.  It has been described by many test
subjects as a sort of time lag, and depending upon the state of her
arousal, it can last anywhere from an instant to as long as several
seconds.  During periods of V.R. a female will feel like she is fully
compromised even after her lover withdraws.

"V.R., gentlemen, can be a very important tool in managing a young
lady's level of excitement, if handled properly," Kevin explained. "If
one's Thrust Timing is concurrent with her V.R. Interval, then the
female can be made to believe that she is in a constant state of total
involvement even as she experiences the hydraulic pressure of her
lover's strokes.  The resulting conflicting sensations can lead to a
rapid loss of mental acuity, and move her quickly toward becoming Womb
Centered.  At this point, orgasm is imminent.  If, on the other hand,
thrust cycles are contradictory to, or out of sequence with V.R., a
state of physiological and mental confusion can be induced."

Gwenyth had not yet had time to consider her predicament, nor had she
tried to protest or resist, following her Handler's initial
penetration.  Her mind was too busy trying to deal with the
conflicting sensations that the female part of her anatomy was sending
its way.  These "messages", of course, were greatly enhanced by the
Thelazine which flowed in her veins.

Under the influence of the wonder drug that every Guest at TYTC is
given, a young lady finds it next to impossible to ignore the effects
of the physical stimulation of her erogenous zones, and this constant
bombardment of stimuli makes clear, cognizant thought quite difficult.

Gwenyth's bewilderment was readily apparent in her facial expressions
portrayed for the benefit of the class upon the huge, flat screen
monitor.  The confused teenager felt her entrance dilate around the
very tip of her lover's manhood.  "Is he pulling out?" she found
herself wondering for an instant, only to have the mirage of V.R. tell
her that she was still filled with him.  Then on the big screen the
class of Handler Candidates watched her pale blue eyes become wide and
staring as indeed she was pervaded by Peter.

"Slow stokes maintain.  Rapid strokes excite," Kevin quoted a TYTC
axiom for his pupils.  "Sounds pretty simple doesn't it?" he asked the
group of young men.  "At the present time, Peter is employing a slow,
thorough thrust pattern, and judging from the outward appearance of
mental confusion and lack of resistance in his subject, I would say
that he is 'coupled' to Miss O'Connell's V.R. Interval for the
moment," Kevin explained.  "Were he to continue with this rhythm, our
Guest would very gradually ramp to climax.  Everyone follow me so
far?"

Heads nodded.

"Excellent," Kevin complimented his class.  "Obviously, if Peter
increases his cadence and remains coupled to her V.R., Miss O'Connell
will achieve orgasm sooner.  In order to 'uncouple' from our Guest's
V.R. Interval, Peter can do a couple of things.  He can slow his pace
to the point where his periods of rest, either engaged or withdrawn,
exceed the duration of Miss O'Connell's Vaginal Recall.  This
technique is used often during Night Partnering, when time is not an
issue.  If, on the other hand, Peter were to simply vary his Thrust
Timing and assume what we call a Broken Cadence, he can more quickly
fall out of sequence with V.R..  Any questions?" Kevin asked.

Tom raised his hand.

"Yes, sir," Kevin responded in acknowledgment.

"Why would he want to uncouple with her?" Tom asked, but no sooner had
the question left his lips, than he knew the answer.  Tom felt a bit
foolish.

Kevin, like all of the Handler/Instructors at The Youth Training
Center, was a very good teacher.  He instantly recognized his
student's embarrassment, and chose his words accordingly so as not to
rebuke the young man.

"That's a fair question," he began.  "The reason is twofold, actually.
The primary effect that breaking cadence will have on the exercise
will be to slow the progress of our Guest's level of excitation.
Secondly, by becoming uncoupled, as we call it, Peter sends a message
to Miss O'Connell that it is he who will dictate the terms of the
engagement.  This message may be subtle.  It may only come in the form
of confusion for our young lady, but the end result will be that by
uncoupling, Peter assumes a position of control.  From this position
he can govern both the intensity and duration of the engagement.  In
short, he will be practicing the fine art and science of Arousal and
Climax Management," Kevin concluded.  "Any more questions?"

No hands went up.

"We must assume that the reason each of you is here, and have chosen
the path before you is because you desire the knowledge and ability
necessary to manage today's modern woman.  So far we have talked about
Thrust Timing and Vaginal Recall and the fact that 'Slow stokes
maintain.  Rapid strokes excite'.  So what happens if we mix the
advantages of the slow, even stroke with those of the rapid thrust?
The result is The Broken Cadence," Kevin smiled at his audience.  "So
what exactly is the Broken Cadence, you ask?" Kevin stated
rhetorically.  "I'm sure that every last one of you has at one time or
another practiced a rudimentary form of this technique in an effort to
adjust the timing of either your own climax or that of your partner.
At TYTC we have refined the natural act of varying one's Thrust Timing
into a defined and repeatable pattern.  That's right.  I said a
pattern," Kevin repeated when he saw a few raised eyebrows in the
audience.

Down on the mat behind Kevin, Peter maintained an even stroke cycle
with Gwenyth while his colleague lectured the class of Handler
Candidates.  She'd started to resist his attentions at one point, but
he'd quickly corrected her using her CAP.  After seeing the video
tapes of her "Double I", Peter was mildly surprised at how well the
young woman was behaving herself.  He'd expected a lot more protest
than he'd received thus far from her.  With the exception of a very
few verbal warnings and two CAP corrections, Miss O'Connell seemed to
have settled down and accepted her situation, at least for the time
being.

She was a rather fit young lady, both outside and in.  Peter could
feel the strong muscles in her upper thighs and buttocks beneath his
fingertips as he pulled rhythmically on her hips, guiding her on and
off of himself.  When he first entered her, she seemed a little dry,
but she quickly self-lubricated, after which time Peter was treated to
the rubbery, sinuous flexing of her strong vaginal muscles through an
ample coating of silky mucous.  Once or twice he was forced to remind
her to keep her head up and to face the camera, or to arch her back
more.  He could tell that she was beginning to warm up to him, because
her attention span became shorter and shorter as time went on.

"Huhhgg!" Gwenyth grunted when her lover's hips shot forward with
unanticipated force.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell," Peter cautioned.

Two long, slow strokes followed as the head of his penis traversed the
entire length of her birth canal.  Gwenyth's head drooped between her
shoulder blades.

"Head up," her lover ordered as the first of two jabs delivered in
rapid succession got Gwenyth's attention.  The second caused her jaw
to drop, but only the sound of a rapid exhale could be heard from the
front row of the classroom.  The young lady's state of growing
confusion was quite obvious on the monitor as her lover pressed home
the first of three slow, measured strokes, each one timed to her V.R.
Interval, and yielding the sensation of being consistently filled to
capacity.  Yet ever so slowly and virtually unnoticed by the pretty
teenager, her previously increasing degree of ardor began to ebb.

While the class of Handler Candidates watched the stunning performance
on stage, Kevin went on with his dissertation.  "The Stroke Pattern
for the TYTC Broken Cadence is as follows, and I encourage all of you
to write this down.  You will be tested."

"Beginning with a slow cadence, one rapid thrust is delivered, and
when we say 'rapid', we also mean forceful.  We expect for the Guest's
buttocks to be compressed from the force of your delivery at the very
least.  That is, of course, if she is in the Service Position," Kevin
qualified.  "In the Missionary Position, the effects of your efforts
will be judged by the degree of her abdominal distention following
delivery.  Next come two measured strokes.  A Measured Stroke is
defined as one that travels the entire length of her passage, be it
vaginal or otherwise.  A measured vaginal stroke would therefore begin
with the head of the penis pressed firmly against the cervix.  It
would end with the penile head just dilating the vaginal portal.  One
stroke cycle, however, is defined as beginning at the cervix,
withdrawing to the vaginal opening, then returning to the cervix.  Any
questions so far?" Kevin asked.

Seeing no hands, he continued.  "I realize that a lot of this
information might seem a bit elementary, but in time you will
recognize its significance," Kevin paused for a moment.  "So," he
began again.  "One rapid thrust followed by two complete measured
stroke cycles.  Next we deliver two rapid thrusts which are in turn
followed by three measured stoke cycles."

Turning his head slightly, Kevin said, "Peter here will be good enough
to demonstrate this technique while I continue.  Please pay close
attention to the results.  I think you will quickly see a marked
change in our young lady's disposition."

The periodic slapping of flesh against flesh now reverberated around
the big room as Kevin went on with his lecture.  "After the three
measured strokes, Miss O'Connell will receive a single rapid thrust,
followed by four more measured strokes.  Then two rapid thrusts, and
the pattern repeats itself, beginning with one measured stroke.  In
case you failed to notice, a second level of complexity has been added
to the pattern.  Whereas the cadence pattern originally began with a
single thrust, followed by a single stroke, followed by two thrusts,
etc., the second sequence begins with two thrusts, followed by a
single stroke, and so on."

Kevin now noticed several puzzled expressions on the faces of his
students.  "That's why I told you to write this down," Kevin chucked
with a knowing smile.  Then he pressed another button on his remote
and Gwenyth's face, which was presently filled with confusion between
winces, was replaced by a table, listing the thrust sequence of the
TYTC Broken Cadence.  Several sighs of relief could be heard from the
audience as heads bent over notebooks and pencils flew.

"Are we all on the same page now?" Kevin asked after a spell.  "Good,
now let's move on.  Many of you no doubt are wondering why the pattern
is so damn complicated.  The answer is this.  The Broken Cadence is
designed to frustrate any attempt on the part of the female to align
herself with the timing of her partner.  We have seen numerous
instances where a young lady, once she realizes that she in unable to
escape a lover's attentions, will try to seize control of the
engagement by thrusting with her hips or bearing down with her
internal musculature.  Often these efforts are designed to cause the
male to ejaculate prematurely and subsequently end the session on her
terms.  Other times the female, when faced with the prospect of having
to entertain a lover or lovers not of her choosing, will attempt to
escape into the relative oblivion of orgasm.  This action causes her
to lose sight of her true purpose in the relationship, and that is to
please her partner.  This tactic, naturally is unacceptable."

"Once you have mastered the Broken Cadence, you should feel confident
in the knowledge that at no time during sexual intercourse with any
young lady will you be out of control," Kevin spoke magnanimously. "We
do not advocate the constant use of this regimen, but at least once
during every encounter with one or more of our Guests, you will
probably find yourselves resorting to its 'leveling' capacities."

Miss Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell was as fine an example of the frustrating
effectiveness of the TYTC Broken Cadence as one could hope to find.
She'd been forced to endure the unwanted attentions of a male on
another occasion in her life, and that was when she tried to seduce
her best friend's boyfriend.

Gwenyth thought she'd succeeded famously with Norman Taylor.  As far
as she could tell  Nancy hadn't noticed that Gwenyth was on occasion
coming on to Norman.  In retrospect, Norman did a fine job at playing
the part of the unsuspecting and upstanding young gentleman.  When
Gwenyth first approached him, hinting at a surreptitious rendezvous,
he professed undying loyalty to Nancy, while astutely leaving the door
open for further negotiations.  When the time came for Gwenyth and him
to actually consummate their relationship, Norman had the forethought
to have a friend video tape the engagement from a prearranged place of
concealment.  Although Gwenyth believed herself to be in control
during their love making, she managed to blurt out several rather
compromising remarks while in the throes of ecstacy.  All of which
were witnessed and duly recorded for posterity.  What she'd planned to
accomplish by seducing the young man was to score points and prove to
her friend Nancy that she was the sexier of the two.  Gwenyth had no
desire at the time to continue on with the relationship with Norman
Taylor following their initial coupling, but as it turned out, Norman
had other plans.

Using the rather humiliating footage he'd captured of their heated
love making as leverage, Norman Taylor managed to convince Gwenyth to
continue to cooperate with him for many months to follow.  Meanwhile
the young man maintained a healthy relationship with her friend Nancy
as well.  It was all very demeaning for Gwenyth, knowing that Norman
had turned the tables on her and was using her.  He made her feel
particularly cheap when he compared Gwenyth's talents with those of
his "other girlfriend" during love making.

Gwenyth soon discovered that in spite of the fact that Norman was able
to oblige her to perform for him sexually, he was by no means a
talented lover.  The young man did his best to keep a tight rein on
Gwenyth, but she quickly found that a few rotations of her hips at
just the right moment, or perhaps a little squeeze when he stopped to
catch his breath, was enough to send Norman over the edge.  Although
Gwenyth detested the feeling of his hot ejaculate spurting into her
body, she hated being used by him a lot more.  By causing the young
man to climax, she knew that at least the current coupling would come
to an abrupt end.  After a few weeks, Gwenyth had it down to a
science.  She knew Norman's weaknesses and exploited them fully.
Rarely did their times together last more than ten minutes, tops.

"One... two... three..." Gwenyth silently counted the slow strokes of
her lover.  On the fourth one she intended to treat the man to a
vaginal embrace that was certain to get his attention.  Gwenyth
bolstered herself to turn and give him her best provocative look over
her shoulder.  She knew she couldn't escape from these men, at least
not right now, but as far as this dehumanizing demonstration was
concerned, Gwenyth had endured all that she could stomach.  She
intended to put an end to it post haste in the one way she knew how.

"He had to be getting close," Gwenyth thought to herself.  "He'd been
at her for almost an hour now."  Gwenyth figured that all she had to
do was add just a little bit to the effort, and that would be that.
The thought of a perfect stranger dumping his vile bodily fluids into
her body was sickening to Gwenyth, but she was willing to make that
sacrifice in order to end this ugliness.  Carefully she arched her
back ever so slightly as he withdrew at the end of his third stroke.

Gwenyth prayed that her actions would go undetected, as she prepared
herself spiritually.  It really was surprisingly difficult for her to
think clearly and to keep any sort of strategy in the forefront of her
mind.  Virtually overwhelming sensations from "down there" assaulted
her reason, more powerful than she ever remembered.  Also, as much as
she hated to, Gwenyth had to admit, the man had talent.

He paused at her entrance while Gwenyth prepared for his fourth all
filling foray into her depths.  She held her breath, trying to keep
herself from exercising a little test squeeze which might alert him to
her plans.  She waited for the perfect opportunity.  She would begin
when he was half way in, but the opportunity never came.  Before
Gwenyth knew what had hit her, Peter slammed into her.

The power of his thrust was generous enough to knock the wind out of
Gwenyth.  Additionally, because she was totally unprepared for Peter's
rapid intrusion, the head of his penis rammed into the very back of
her vaginal passage, finding an area of Gwenyth's reproductive anatomy
that had, until now, remained unvisited.  It was like a second "first
time" for Gwenyth.

When she was able to breathe again, Gwenyth groaned more in
frustration than pain as Peter performed his next measured stroke
cycle.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell," he ordered.  Gwenyth couldn't see his
satisfied smile.

"What happened?" Gwenyth's mind cried silently as she accepted another
deeply invasive plunge.  She thought for sure that she'd figured out
his rhythm.  "Who are these men?" she wondered, and not for the last
time.

"Huhh... huhh!" Gwenyth huffed as her cervix sustained the pummeling
of two more rapid thrusts.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" came her lover's instant reprimand.

Gwenyth was subsequently subjected to another half hour of love making
by the Handler named Peter.  There were times when his steady and
deeply intruding thrusts caused her to experience the very beginnings
of arousal.  She felt her nipples harden, for example.  But as if he
could read her mind or predict her bodily functions, Gwenyth's lover
would jolt her back to the reality of being used as a laboratory
specimen for a room full of deviants each time she strayed.  And all
the while, the one she'd dubbed "The Professor" droned on with his
enraging play by play commentary.

As suddenly as he'd entered her, Peter pulled out, leaving Gwenyth
with a curious longing.  This was, of course, another of the
side-effects of Thelazine, but to Gwenyth it represented a sign of
weakness and depravity in her character that she would come to loath.

"We have one more exercise this morning before we break for lunch,"
Kevin announced to the class.

Peter zipped up but remained in a kneeling position behind the young
blond ready to grab her if she tried to bolt.  He'd certainly seen it
happen enough times.  He'd decided not to allow the girl to reach
orgasm, and he knew that she would be left in a nasty mood as a
result.  There is no wrath on Earth greater than that of a spurned and
dissatisfied female.

Peter arrived at his decision based upon what he'd learned from
reviewing the O'Connell girl's dossier.  The information contained in
her file was quite thorough and revealed a history of control issues
and sexual extortion.  Peter decided that for Miss O'Connell to be
involved in non-consensual sexual experiences which ended not to her
liking, would be more beneficial to her long term conditioning.  At
least for awhile.  Particularly if she could be coerced into believing
that she cooperated in these liaisons of her own free will.  It was a
tricky business, the psychology of A/C Management, but Peter was one
of the brightest and the best.

"I want to introduce you all to the concept of what we refer to as
Free Radical Sources of Stimulation," Kevin said to his class.  "It is
a rapidly growing field of study at TYTC.  So much so that one of our
senior associates has written a book on the subject.  Free Radical
Stimulation, or FRS, can best be defined as sympathetic energy derived
from, but not directly the result of another source of stimulation."
Kevin paused while the Candidates took notes.  "An example of FRS
which is not only easy to recognize and understand, but also lends
itself well to demonstration in the classroom setting, is Breast
Sway," Kevin explained.

Behind him, Gwenyth caught his words and decided that she didn't like
what they suggested one bit.  She started to stir, and instantly felt
a hand on her hip.

"Just settle down, young lady," Peter cautioned her.  "We'll be
getting back to you soon enough."

Gwenyth glared at him, but remained quite for the moment.  She sat
back on her haunches and waited.  An opportunity to escape might still
present itself, and she wanted to be ready to spring into action.

"In the Service Position this phenomenon can be decidedly pronounced,
particularly in females with larger and more pendulous breasts.  As
her body rocks forward and back in response to her lover's attentions
her breasts will develop a sympathetic rhythm and begin to swing
freely to his cadence.  If allowed to continue unchecked, the female
will soon experience Free Radical Stimulation as a result of the
uncontrolled sway of her breasts," Kevin lectured.  "As I mentioned
earlier, it is fairly easy to understand this common example of FRS.
As her partner provides her with a primary, managed source of
stimulation, her breasts begin to sway, thereby augmenting the overall
experience by adding unintentional and unwanted sexual impetus." Kevin
glanced around the room and was happy to see that he had everyone's
undivided attention.  This was indeed a crucial topic.

"Other instances of Free Radical Stimulation are more difficult to
detect.  Just a few months ago an astonishing example of FRS was
identified by one of our top Junior Handlers.  Prior to this
discovery, Free Radical Stimulation was thought to be a strictly
physical phenomenon.  Our intuitive associate blew that theory right
out of the water, however, when he discovered that FRS can also
influence a subject both mentally and emotionally."  Kevin paused to
allow his students to digest this ground breaking theory.

"Let's have another look at our fundamental doctrine for a moment."
Kevin manipulated his remote and a copy of the TYTC Mission Statement
appeared on the screen.  "In particular let's concentrate on the
second part which just happens to be the founding principle of our
entire training program."  The second half of the TYTC Mission
Statement enlarged and filled the screen.

"Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners 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
relationship."

"Since the Center first opened its doors in 1986, our Management Team,
our Handlers, our Corps of Collectors, our medical personnel, and in
fact everyone in our employ has operated under the premise that
eventually our Guests, who are here against their wills for the most
part, will first learn to cooperate.  Then as time and training
progresses, they will eventually become active and willing
participants.  Sounds pretty straight forward, right?" Kevin said with
a shrug.

"That's what we thought," Kevin added.  "The key word here is
'eventually'.  Eventually most females will conform to our programs
and principles, but what our bright young associate discovered is that
a few young ladies will learn to participate faster than others."
Kevin smiled.  "For years we attributed this occurrence to a
productive training program.  We congratulated ourselves for the speed
with which a few of our young ladies adjusted to their new lives and
responsibilities, but what appeared to be success was actually FRS in
disguise."

"What our Junior Handler recognized is the fact that for a surprising
number of young ladies, being taken against her will can be an
exciting experience.  To put it simply, some females derive emotional
Free Radical Stimulation from non-consensual sex.  Since the discovery
of this rather elusive form of FRS, we have detected symptoms in a
couple of Guests even during their Induction Interviews."  Kevin
raised his eyebrows to signify the true enormity of this statement.

"At first this doesn't sound like much of a problem.  So what if she
gets turned on by her training program.  Isn't that what we're after?"
Kevin spread his hands in a questioning gesture.  "Let's reflect on
that for a moment.  To the trained A/C Manager, any source of
ungoverned stimulation must be considered to be potentially
problematic, since it can lead to unanticipated changes in the
subject's level of arousal."

"Ask yourself this.  If a Guest derives excitement and therefore
stimulation purely from the non-consensual nature of her training
program, will she enjoy the full benefit of that program?  With FRS
masquerading as acceptance or even obedience, is she not, in reality,
out of control under the true definition of A/C Management?"  Again
Kevin looked around the room.  He was pleased to see expressions of
comprehension on a few of the faces of his students.

"We now believe that a Guest who becomes overly cooperative very early
in her training program is probably suffering from Emotional Free
Radical Stimulation Syndrome.  EFIRS, we call it, and it is a big
problem."  Kevin said in all seriousness.  "Our Management Team,
working closely with staff psychologists and physiologists, has
determined that there is little doubt that a Guest suffering from
EFIRS cannot possibly realize the full benefit of our program of
conditioning.  In essence her affliction causes her to take an
emotional shortcut to a state of induced cooperation without first
learning acceptance, submissiveness, respect and eventually obedience.
Although we haven't yet been able to compile a suitable quantity of
data with which to conduct a really thorough analysis, our
statisticians have determined that perhaps one in seventy females
potentially will suffer from EFIRS.  Make no mistake.  The
ramifications for The Youth Training Center stemming from the
discovery of this condition are staggering, but the simple fact is
this.  Based upon the findings of our investigation, we have
determined that we may have inadvertently graduated as many as two
hundred 'flawed' young women."

The room remained silent with the exception of a cough from someone in
the audience.

"What this means, gentlemen, is that for the first time since we
opened our doors, The Youth Training Center is issuing a recall for
over two hundred young women, ages ten to nineteen.  If any of you are
wondering why you are here, or whether or not the life you've chosen
will be rewarding, let me assure you, your presence here is no
accident.  And with over two hundred Guests returning for remedial
training, in addition to our rapidly growing client base, you can bet
that at the conclusion of this session of our Handler Candidate
Program, you will all find yourselves very busy, very quickly."  Kevin
waited while the twenty some odd young men chatted excitedly amongst
themselves.  He remembered fondly his days as a trainee.  Everything
was so new and exciting.

Then when a suitable period of time had passed, he spoke up.  "OK,
gentlemen, please, let's get back to the business at hand.  We still
have a lot of material to cover."

The room fell silent.

"Very well.  Let's begin by demonstrating the more easily diagnosed
form of FRS, resulting from Breast Sway," Kevin began.

Behind him Gwenyth looked his way.  Her expression was plainly
apprehensive.  She'd listened attentively to everything the mad man in
white had said about flawed graduates and recalls and the like, and
his words had filled her with foreboding.

Gwenyth was pretty much fully recovered after her engagement with the
monster named Peter.  While she sat in silent dread of what was going
to happen to her next, Peter reached over unexpectedly and made a
slight adjustment to the evil instrument in her rear end.

Shortly after another depraved man in white who'd posed as a doctor,
put the thing into her, Gwenyth had tried to remove it.  That had been
a big mistake.  It was quickly pointed out to her that under no
circumstances was she to meddle with or remove what the "doctor" had
called her CAP Device.  Gwenyth was then given a quick demonstration
of the consequences she could expect, should she choose to disobey.

Gwenyth looked at Peter questioningly from over her right shoulder as
he slowly twisted her CAP.  The sensation which seemed to emanate from
the roots of her soul, was mildly nauseating, and unbeknownst to
Gwenyth, Peter's actions served their intended purpose.  The pretty
teenager was focused on her interior, and consequently she didn't hear
a word that was spoken when the man she called "the professor"
announced her immediate fate.

"For this exercise, I'll require a volunteer from the class," Kevin
stated.  He waited while the trainees looked at one another.  Kevin
hadn't told them what he needed a volunteer for, and being fresh
recruits, the men were understandably a little nervous.  A minute
passed before Kevin made his choice.  "How about you, sir," he said,
pointing to a young man in the third row.

"Is he pointing at me?" Tom wondered aloud.

The Candidate Trainee seated next to him leaned his way and said with
a smile, "Go ahead, man.  He wants you up there."

Tom still wasn't sure.  Standing up he asked bashfully, "Me?"

"Yes, you," Kevin replied reassuringly.  "Come on up here.  I need
your help."

As Tom stood up from his desk and walked to the front of the
classroom, he heard excited whispers from the rest of the students.
His heart was racing in his chest as he stepped up onto the raised
platform and took the offered hand of the Handler/Instructor who
awaited him.

"Welcome.  Thank you for joining us, ahhh..." Kevin hesitated.  Tom
stared at him dumbly.  "Your name, my good man?" Kevin asked with a
smile.

"Oh, uh, Tom," the nervous trainee replied.

"Tom.  Good.  OK, Tom," Kevin said.  "Thanks for joining us, Tom."

Tom nodded, but remained silent.  He looked down at the blond girl
kneeling a few feet away.  From up close, Tom could see that she was
truly lovely.  She returned his appraising gaze with a cool stare. Tom
looked away.

Noting Tom's silent exchange with Gwenyth, Kevin decided that it was
high time that the young trainee got his feet wet.  "Please remove
your trousers, Tom," Kevin requested flatly.

"Huh?" Tom responded to the unexpected appeal.

"Take your pants off, man," Kevin came back with a friendly chuckle
and a pat on the back.  "How else are you going to get to know this
pretty young lady better?"  Kevin smiled slyly and winked.

Tom was momentarily stunned.  Then after looking from the man in white
coveralls who'd just made him an incredible offer, to the object of
that offer, kneeling naked and vulnerable just a few feet away, Tom
quickly kicked off his loafers, tugged his khaki pants down to his
ankles and stepped out of them.  Then in the next instant he pulled
his jockey shorts off and tossed them on top of his pants on the floor
of the stage.

Kevin took a quick look and smiled.  Gwenyth took a quick look and
didn't smile.  Tom Mathews was rather well endowed.

He would work out well as a Handler, Kevin decided before he turned to
the young man and said, "Tom, allow me to introduce you to Miss
Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell."

The young trainee's erection preceded him as he approached the girl
kneeling on the padded floor mat.

"Miss O'Connell, this is Tom."

Kevin placed a hand on Tom's shoulder and moved him a little closer.
Gwenyth stared up at him warily.  She knew that something unpleasant,
at least for her, was about to happen.

"Peter, here will assist you, Tom," Kevin said, gesturing toward his
colleague.

Peter shifted his position on the mat so that he knelt on the girl's
right side.  Then he issued a command.  "Service Position One, Miss
O'Connell."  Anticipating resistance from the pretty teenager, he
reached behind Gwenyth and grasped the butt end of her anal appliance.

While Peter went about getting the young lady into position, Kevin
explained to his bashful volunteer what he wished for him to do.  "As
soon as Miss O'Connell is ready, Tom, I want you to kneel down and
mount her from behind."

"Whaaa?" Gwenyth gasped from the floor when she heard what Kevin was
saying, but Peter quickly stepped in.

"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" he snapped as he pulled upward on her CAP.
Arch your back.  Head up," he ordered.

With practiced skill, the Handler manipulated the dense composite
device, angling it into a most effective position inside the girl's
tender nether passage.  Gwenyth, as a result, was quickly distracted
and ignored all else for several moments.  Long enough, in any case,
for Tom to kneel between her calves on the cushioned mat.

"Head up, Miss O'Connell," Peter ordered once again and gave her CAP
Device a little pat.

To Gwenyth it felt like he'd rapped directly on her uterus with his
knuckles.  Such was the ability of the composite material from which
the CAP Devices were fashioned to conduct mechanical energy.  As her
head came up, the lumbar area of Gwenyth's spine moved downward,
bringing her vaginal passage into perfect alignment, and the next
thing the pretty teenager knew, she'd accepted her second lover of the
morning.

"All the way in, please, Tom," Kevin coached from nearby.  "Remember,
you're a professional."

Gwenyth's nostrils flared and her blue eyes bulged in her skull as all
eleven inches of young Tom Mathews' ample manhood found a new home. It
took a moment for the full implication of what had just happened to
her to sink in.  Speaking of sinking in, Gwenyth subconsciously
continued to marvel at the sheer size of her current lover, even as
she prepared for a struggle.

Anticipating the girl's intentions, Peter gave Tom a bit of sage
advice from his kneeling position close by.  "She's probably going to
try to fight, Tom," the man said.  "Grasp her by the fronts of her
thighs just below her hips.  This way she'll have a hard time escaping
from you completely," Peter coached.  "Pull back on her hips and at
the same time, drive yourself home.  She can handle you, so don't
worry about hurting her."

Gwenyth meanwhile was becoming more and more incensed by what she
heard.  The two men discussed her like a toy.  Gwenyth was outraged.
To be raped a second time by yet another perverted beast was more than
she could tolerate.  Gwenyth started to buck.

"Ah, ha," Kevin exclaimed with a good natured laugh from nearby.  "It
appears you're in for a little 'rodeo love'.  Stay with her, Tom, my
boy.  Don't let her get away."

"That's the spirit, Tom!" Peter complimented the trainee as the young
man's pretty companion started to thrash her hips violently from side
to side in an attempt to dislodge him.

"Fuck you!" Gwenyth cried hoarsely.  "Fuck you all!" she screamed.
Supporting her weight on her left hand, the irate blond tried
unsuccessfully to strike her lover with her right fist.  But the young
man held her firmly by the hips, pulling her back and onto himself and
compressing the supple flesh of her shapely buttocks against the
fronts of his hairy thighs, effectively spoiling her aim.  Her blows
consequently went wide and were ineffective.

"Now, now.  We'll not tolerate any fisticuffs from you, young lady,"
Peter warned on Tom's behalf.  Gwenyth spat at Peter in response.

"I'm glad to see you so full of energy, Miss O'Connell," Kevin
interjected.  "Grab a handful of her hair, Tom and use it to pull her
head back," Kevin instructed.  "That should help to keep her quiet and
under control for the time being."

Gwenyth was ready for him.  The instant that Tom dropped his right
hand from her hip in order to make a grab for her hair, Gwenyth
lurched hard in the opposite direction.  If it hadn't been for Tom's
considerable size, the young lady might have been successful in
pulling herself off of him.  At the last second, however, with only
the tip of his penis remaining inside of the young woman, Tom made a
desperate grab for her thick blond main.

"Gotcha!" Tom growled, closing his fingers around a thick shock of the
girl's silky blond tresses.  Then with a hearty chuckle, Tom pulled
back hard.  "Whoa, baby!" he exclaimed.  Tom was getting into the
spirit of things.  Gwenyth uttered a surprised grunt when her lover
reintroduced himself into her, and once again she found herself fully
involved.

"Go, Tom!" someone in the audience shouted, offering encouragement.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's settle down," Kevin said to his class.  "We
have work to do."  Then he turned to the trio on the mat and said,
"Tom, if you wouldn't mind pulling a bit harder on Miss O'Connell's
hair.  Ideally, I'd like for her to arch her back enough so that her
breasts are accessible, but I want her to keep both hands on the mat.
Will you do that for us?" Kevin asked.

Gwenyth gritted her teeth as the horrible young man pulled her head
back until she could barely breathe.  She simply couldn't believe that
this was happening to her.

Tom was in heaven.  As his confidence slowly built, and he began to
exert more control over the young blond, he looked down at her
wasp-like waist and her flaring hips.  He felt the warmth of her
smooth skin and the firmness of her flesh beneath press against his
thighs as he continued to draw her back onto himself.

Without a doubt this young lady was one of the finest scores of his
life.  His introduction to her had been so hurried that Tom really
hadn't had time to consider her attributes.  Not long ago Tom had
watched another man have his way with her for almost an hour, and
logic would have it that she should be rather worn out by now.  Tom
had experienced "sloppy seconds" on a few occasions in his collage
days, and now that he had time to think about it he marveled at the
girl's residual fitness.  Once she settled down, allowing him full
access, Tom worked his hips slowly from side to side until he
maneuvered himself into her spiritual center.  At that point he was
rewarded with a powerful vaginal embrace, hot and sinewy.  Tom decided
at that very moment that he wanted to spend a lot more time with
Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell, and he was prepared to dedicate his talents
toward that goal as well as those of The Youth Training Center who's
vision of a brighter future made it all possible.

"A little farther back with her head, please, Tom," Kevin said,
interrupting his revery.  Tom pulled back on the soft blond mane
clutched in his right hand.  "Excellent.  Now I would like for
everyone to please observe Miss O'Connell's breasts.  Those of you
seated near the back should move forward."

Chairs scraped against tile as the Candidates in the rear of the
classroom stood and moved forward for a better view.

"How would you best describe the shape of Miss O'Connell's breasts?"
Kevin queried the group.  "Conical, rounded, pointed?"

"Conical," someone offered.

"Conical?  Yes, I agree," Kevin said.  "And at barely seventeen years
of age, the mammary tissues should still be relatively firm," Kevin
added.  "Additionally, Miss O'Connell's records indicate only a
moderate sexual history, which would lead one to assume that her
breasts have been manipulated sparingly.  Peter, suppose you take a
moment to palpate Miss O'Connell's breasts then share the results of
your brief survey with the rest of the class."

Gwenyth had never experienced such horror in her life.  While a group
of uncaring, inhuman monsters looked on with clinical disregard for
her plight, her head was drawn so far back that she thought her spine
would snap.  Her larynx was stretched to the point that she could
barely manage to draw a breath, and tears sprang from her eyes as her
depraved lover maintained a painful degree of tension on her hair.  If
that wasn't bad enough, the fact that his manhood virtually inhabited
her lower abdomen filled Gwenyth with a soul felt revulsion.  And
now... now the other demon in white began to handle her breasts,
touching... squeezing... pinching.

Peter narrated while he fondled for the benefit of the class of young
Handler Candidates.  "Mammary glands are of moderate size.  Fatty
tissue maintains good tensile resilience when palpated," he murmured
as he handled Gwenyth at will.  While he did so, Peter gazed directly
into her eyes.  He could plainly see the melange of humiliation and
indignation within those sky blue windows One stroke cycle, however,
is defined as beginning at the cervix, withdrawing to the vaginal
opening, then returning to the cervix. to her soul.  "Nipples are of a
serviceable size surrounded by well formed areolae."  While he shared
his analytical description of Gwenyth's nipples, Peter gripped first
one sensitive nub then the other between the fingers and thumb of his
right hand.  "Breast tissue overall is supple and has maintained its
elasticity over the years."  He shook Gwenyth's right breast by its
nipple, then the left.  The irate teenager was forced to grit her
teeth and endure his dehumanizing attentions.  She was helpless in the
hands of these ghastly men.  At least for now.  With an icy gaze, she
stared into the eyes of her tormentor.  Peter returned Gwenyth's
unspoken hostility with a pleasant smile as he hefted her breasts, one
in each hand.  "The skin is soft and blemish free," Peter said as he
examined each supple orb more closely.  Then he dropped them abruptly,
causing them to jiggle enticingly for a second.  "Nice tits," Peter
commented in casual summation.

"Thank you, Peter.  Well done," Kevin remarked.  "From what Peter has
shared with us, I would venture to say that in  Miss O'Connell's case,
breast sway can probably be managed by simply varying one's Thrust
Timing," Kevin informed his class.

"Let's find out if I'm right.  Shall we," Kevin then said with a grin.
Turning toward the stage, Kevin said, "Tom if you would be so kind as
to ease tension on Miss O'Connell's hair, then deliver a series of a
dozen or so measured stroke cycles."

Tom nodded his understanding.  He heard his pretty partner breathe a
sign of relief when he released her hair and returned his right hand
to her hip.  He then looked to his instructor for guidance.

"Go ahead, Tom," Kevin said in a friendly tone of voice.  Then he
faced his class and added, "Once Tom establishes a rhythm, I want you
all to come up and gather round so that you can pay close attention to
our young lady's breasts.  If I'm correct in my assessment, you should
see little to no sway at all."

All eyes turned to Tom and his partner.  Sensing the pressure of his
fellow students' combined gaze upon him, Tom proceeded as confidently
as he could given the circumstances.  Chairs scraped on the tile floor
as the remaining members of the latest class of Handler Candidates
moved to the front of the room and formed a loose circle around the
two lovers.  Some knelt on the mat on the far side of Tom and Gwenyth
while a few others took a seat on the edge of the raised edge of the
stage.

Although the constant pistoning pressure of her lover's manhood
represented a considerable distraction for Gwenyth, nothing could
sooth the utter humiliation and debasement she felt at having an
audience so close at hand for what was suppose to be an intimate
experience.  And to make matter worse, the man Gwenyth called "The
Professor" chose to kneel beside her and continue with his
dissertation.

Placing one hand on Gwenyth's back between her shoulders, Kevin looked
at Tom and commented in his usual perfunctory way, "Your pace is
excellent, but if you wouldn't mind giving us a little more force on
the ingress, please, Sir."

Those who were still watching the big flat screen monitor saw
Gwenyth's eyes grow a bit wider when Tom complied with his
instructor's wishes.

"That's much better.  Just hold that cadence while I show the group a
little trick I've learned," Kevin said.  Then he looked quickly around
the circle of faces.  "One very good way to gauge breast sway is to
place one's hand palm up beneath the female's breasts."  Kevin reached
his hand under Gwenyth to demonstrate while he continued his with
explanation.	"Move your hand upward until you can just feel her
nipples against your palm.  Then let the motion of your love making
move her nipples across the surface of your palm."  Kevin again
glanced around the circle of faces to be certain that he was getting
through to everyone.

"Compare the motion of her nipples across your hand to the movement of
her shoulders," Kevin instructed, nodding toward his hand between
Gwenyth's shoulder blades.  "If there is little to no breast sway ,
the motion will be equal.  If, on the other hand, her shoulders move
either forward or back, and there is a delay before the breast mass
'catches up', if you will, you can be certain that breast sway exists,
and that to some degree, she will experience FRS."

Gwenyth barely heard the lecture any more.  She knew that a man was
talking, and were she to consider it, she probably would realize that
it was "The Professor" who spoke, but her ability to comprehend the
content or context of his words was rapidly waning.

On the monitor behind the group, the enlarged image of Gwenyth's face
illustrated her true state of awareness.  The vacant facial
expression, the slightly glazed eyes, the flushed skin, all were
indicative of female arousal.

Many will no doubt ask at this point, why Gwenyth wasn't putting up
more of a fight.  In essence, she was being publically raped, albeit
for a profoundly vital cause, but none the less...  "At least she
should be protesting her situation," one might suggest. "Crying,
screaming, something?"

Instead, the only sounds that Gwenyth seemed willing to make for the
last ten minutes were a few discrete gasps and grunts.  Some might
attribute her uncharacteristic lack of resistance to shock, yet no
other symptoms of shock existed.  Had the previously feisty and
combative Miss O'Connell so quickly resigned herself to a seemingly
unalterable fate?  Not hardly.  The cause for Gwenyth's gradual and
inescapable progression from victim to participant was, of course, the
wonder drug, Thelazine.

Ordinarily, fear, indignation and rage would be the dominate emotions
experienced by a young woman in Gwenyth's position, but thanks to the
dedicated men and women of the TYTC Research and Development
Department, the Guests of the Center are spared many of these
unpleasant sentiments and emotional trauma.

Unlike the more popular designer aphrodisiacs and "date rape" drugs,
Thelazine doesn't directly affect the emotional or mental state of the
subject.  Instead, Thelazine influences a young lady's sense of touch,
specifically in the parts of her anatomy which pertain to sexual
arousal and reproduction.  Using processes of inductive stimulation
far to involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine
triggers heightened nerve fiber discrimination in those areas commonly
known as the erogenous zones.  These sensory enhancements are
virtually undetectable to the female subject until these areas of her
anatomy are in turn awakened by outside stimuli.  At that time,
Thelazine gently "encourages" the subject to "listen to" the messages
that her body sends her rather than to ignore or suppress them.
Whereas ordinarily a young lady would be predominated by fear or rage
during a non-consensual encounter, Thelazine causes her to redirect
her attention to what we refer to as her "Inner Female".  Then as time
passes and stimulation continues, she is gently and inexorably coaxed
to respond to those intrinsic signals inherent in every young woman.
There are many other exceedingly desirable effects provided by this
exceptional medication, such as increased spontaneous production of
vaginal mucous by the Bartholins's and Skene's glands and ducts.  But
the single most remarkable aspect of the Thelazine experience is that
its effects are so subtle, that the subject begins to believe she is
cooperating by free choice.  This, naturally, serves to slowly erode
her self-esteem, and helps her to become more receptive and responsive
to further suggestion.

Thanks in part to this truly miraculous medication Miss Gwenyth Leigh
O'Connell gradually became less and less combative as the
demonstration continued.  "In fact, breast sway is probably the
leading contributor to unwanted FRS," Kevin said to the attentive
group of young men who surrounded Gwenyth and her lover.  "Tensile
pressure on the skin surrounding the areolae as well as vibration of
the mammary tissue can quickly send an already aroused young lady
'over the edge', so to speak.  If we intend to effectively regulate
her state of arousal, then we must certainly learn to recognize and
manage breast sway," Kevin lectured.  All the while he sampled first
one breast then the other, allowing Gwenyth's fully erect nipples to
brush rhythmically to and fro across his upturned palm while class
looked on.

The other Candidates may very well have been monitoring Gwenyth's
breasts for signs of regular oscillation, but Tom, who was supplying
the motive force for the exercise, was currently distracted by the
sight of his own two inch girth, heavily veined and glistening with
her satiny fluids, moving steadily in and out of the attractive
teenager's supple vaginal sheath.  With each slow thrust, Tom felt
every convolution of her sinewy interior as her anatomy made room for
his persistent intrusions.  Responding to her "Inner Female", Gwenyth
instinctively clutched at him upon egress.  It was a thrilling sight
indeed for Tom to witness the young girl's tightly stretched inner
lips cling to his retreating shaft and be pulled outward from between
her heavy labia majora.

Tom was also keenly aware of the exceptional beauty of the "rest" of
Miss Gwenyth O'Connell as she knelt before him.  His eyes lingered
dreamily over the exquisite shape of her spreading hips held firmly
between his two hands.  The roundness of her buttocks, the slimness of
her waist, the rippling muscles just visible beneath the flawless
expanse of her back and the shining cape of strawberry blond hair
which covered her shoulders were literally intoxicating to the young
Candidate in training.

Tom would remain forever grateful to Kevin for saving him from his own
inexperience and the embarrassment he would surely have suffered in
front of his peers.  Tom didn't notice when Kevin concluded his
demonstration and moved beside him.  Tom was only barely aware of the
slapping sound of flesh upon flesh as the fronts of his thighs
impacted against the firmness of Gwenyth's rear end.

In retrospect, Tom hoped that he would have come to his senses in time
to avert disaster, but thankfully Kevin had placed a hand on his
shoulder and said more to the class than to him, "I think if you will
all have a look at the monitor you will see that Miss O'Connell has
become quite involved with our little demonstration."

As if waking from a dream, Tom realized just in time that he'd become
a bit too enthusiastic.  Quickly he slowed his pace, but didn't stop
completely, hoping the rest of the students hadn't noticed that he'd
been nearly out of control.

Kevin smiled at Tom surreptitiously before continuing.  The vastly
more experienced Handler knew very well that the majority of these
young Candidates present in the classroom that morning had never been
with a young lady in a non-consensual setting, and certainly never
with a girl who was Thelazine "enhanced".  Miss O'Connell was no doubt
treating the otherwise capable young man to a most remarkable
experience, an experience that Tom would most assuredly be encouraged
to repeat at another time.  But for now, they had a schedule to keep.

"You may exit Miss O'Connell now, Tom, and thank you."  Then with a
smile, Kevin added, "We'll give you an opportunity to spend some time
with her later on."

Tom smiled a bit sheepishly then pulled out of the lovely blond,
leaving her shaking and confused.  Kevin went on with his lecture

"Constant attention to her condition is essential if you gentlemen are
to become competent Arousal and Climax Managers," Kevin stated with a
glance in Tom's direction.  The young man blushed.  "You must learn to
disassociate yourselves from the sexual act while you're working.  You
will be taught to monitor her reactions, both internally and
externally.  By the time you don your whites, each and every one of
you will possess the knowledge and experience needed to predict both
her actions and her reactions."  Kevin smiled magnanimously at his
latest class of bright young Candidates.  Then he knelt once again
beside the lovely blond teenager.  He placed his hand on her hip and
slowly rubbed her smooth skin.  Then, unexpectedly the
Handler/Instructor grasped Gwenyth's CAP Device gently between two
fingers and began to slowly rotate the deeply seated instrument. "This
little lady will no longer represent the enigma that she has sought
for generations to develop and foster," Kevin murmured. Gwenyth
trembled noticeably.  "For you Miss O'Connell and every member of the
'fairer sex' will become eminently predictable and, as a result,
manageable."

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