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Chapter Thirteen  - The Wonder Wing

It had been years in the making, and today was the day.  Originally
the brain child of Rick Adams, the current TYTC Headmaster, and
predicated upon the undeniable increase in demand by the public for
the company of young ladies in their formative years, the new Wonder
Wing of the venerable establishment actually embraced the very name of
The Youth Training Center.

"This is a big day, Andrew," Rick Adams said to his second in command.
The pride in his voice and on his face was unmistakable.  

"I agree, boss," the burly Handler said, addressing his colleague in a
cordial yet respectful manner.  

Andrew held the utmost respect for Rick Adams, and although he and
Rick were good friends, first and foremost they were colleagues in a
fellowship of highly dedicated individuals, making up the ranks of the
TYTC Handlers.  Recently Rick Adams had assumed the position of
Headmaster of the institution when after nearly thirty-five years, the
post was vacated by Adam North, founder of The Youth Training Center.
Andrew wasn't in the least bit jealous or envious of his good friend,
believing firmly that Rick, better than anyone else, would uphold the
principles of the TYTC doctrine and continue the Center's good and
valuable work.  And as if to confirm Andrew's beliefs, here the two of
them were, standing before a wide, red satin ribbon which spanned the
entrance hall doors of the Center's brand new Wonder Wing.

"You've worked very hard for this, Rick," Andrew commented, slapping
his friend on the shoulder.  "This is your day," Andrew went on.  "So
with no further ado, why don't you cut the ribbon, and make all of us
proud," he said, addressing the small group of men and one woman
gathered nearby with a smile and a wink.  Then he turned and handed
Rick a large pair of gilded ceremonial scissors. 

It was quite an emotional occasion for Rick Adams, for indeed he had
worked harder than most to bring the project to fruition, but being a
modest individual, upon accepting the scissors from his friend, Rick
turned to the small assembly and said, "I hereby dedicate this new
wing of The Youth Training Center to the betterment of womankind, for
it is through all of our efforts that this dream has at last become a
reality."  He then cut the wide red ribbon to the accompaniment of
enthusiastic applause.  

Although a lot of the staff present had spent many hours laboring at
the final preparations for the grand opening of the new wing, only a
few had actually visited the facility during the last couple of weeks.
Muffled murmurs of appreciation could be heard from the group as they
moved down the wide hallway.

"Do we have any Guests in residence yet?" a large, dark haired man
dressed in the glowing white coveralls of a TYTC Handler asked of no
one in particular.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Andrew, but I believe we have nine so far,"
Rick Adams responded to the question, glancing in Andrew's direction.

"Nine is correct," Andrew replied as they continued up the hall toward
the common area.  To a man, everyone noted some rather significant
differences between the new facility and the rest of The Youth
Training Center.  For one thing, unlike the austere off white
corridors of the main sections, the walls here were decorated with
brightly colored cartoon images, similar to those one might find in a
child's coloring book.  Only the theme was different.

"Alice in Wonderland," the one woman dressed in white commented
casually.

"Yes, indeed, Cynthia," Andrew responded with a smile.  "Alice is our
wing's namesake, and considering the incredible amount of time and
effort spent by the Research and Development Department in close
partnership as always with our dedicated team of psychologists and
guidance counselors in putting together the special new training
program, I can't imagine this facility representing anything less than
a wonderland for any young lady."

Heads nodded all around as they continued up the hallway, eyeing the
cartoon images of the little blond girl in the classic children's
story by Lewis Carroll and made popular by the Walt Disney Studios.
The images had naturally been adapted to the purpose and theme of The
Youth Training Center and were just another example of the attention
to detail that is typical of the TYTC program.

The corridor eventually opened into a large brightly lit common area
who's walls were painted in colorful hues. Cartoons and other
instructional images were everywhere.

"Stan, there you are," Rick Adams called to the new head of the Wonder
Wing.  Everyone tuned to see a man seated on the end of a large
modular style sofa arrangement to their left.  His back was toward the
group, but no one missed the pair of pale and slender arms which
encircled his neck.

Led by Rick, the team of Handlers crossed the room in silence in the
direction of the man on the couch.  As they approached, the man raised
his hands up, and gently grasping the small arms which hugged his
broad shoulders, he brought them around in front of him.

"That will be all for now, Antonia," the Handler named Stan said to
his young partner who was seated in his lap.  "We'll begin again in an
hour or so.  In the meantime, I want you to return to your room and
watch the newest movie I've scheduled for you.  Do you understand?"
The girl nodded her head, glancing shyly over the Handler's shoulder
at the approaching group of people.

"Oh my goodness," someone in the group exclaimed under his or her
breath.  The little girl looked away self-consciously as she squirmed
off the man's lap, then she took the man's hand when he extended it to
her.  "Girl" is hardly an adequate word to describe the small figure
of loveliness who stood bashfully beside the sofa.  Goddess would be
far more accurate.

"Rick, how are you," Stan responded pleasantly.  Then regarding the
rest of the entourage he said, "Ah, this must be the Grand Opening
Ceremony.  Well let me be the first to say congratulations to you,
Rick," he added as he got to his feet.  Turning to face the group,
Stan stepped behind the dark haired beauty and placed his hands onto
her bare shoulders.  "Gentlemen, may I present, Miss Antonia Lumas,"
Stan said in a formal tone of voice.  Then under his breath he
whispered to his lovely young charge, "Uncover, Antonia!" when he
noticed that the girl was attempting to cover her nudity with her
hands.  He squeezed the muscles of her shoulders firmly, but not so
hard as to cause pain.  Immediately she dropped her hands to her sides
and stood blushing hotly under the collective stares of the assembled
visitors.  "Antonia and I were just working on our kissing technique,
weren't we, darling," Stan pointed out.  With his right hand he
stroked her lush dark hair, causing her to blush all the more hotly.
She nodded her head.  She was nothing short of stunning.  "Antonia's
been with us for almost two weeks," the older man added proudly as he
pulled the youngster's long hair back from her shoulders, gathering
the soft mane in his hands.  She looked up at him timidly.  "Antonia's
eleven years old, and she's an excellent kisser.  Aren't you,
darling," Stan said with a wink, causing the pretty little brunette to
look away bashfully.  "Say hello to everybody, Antonia."

Instinctively the girl's hands crept back over her more private areas
as she squirmed uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the group.
"Hello," she mumbled almost inaudibly.  Here dark eyes were downcast.

"She is lovely," the only woman in the entourage commented.  "But what
about...?"

"The Standard Greeting?" Rick Adams offered.  "Perhaps Stan will
explain."  He nodded toward his friend and colleague.

"Look up, Antonia and uncover, please," Stan reminded the youngster.
"Remember, Antonia, we must always look people in the eye, and tell me
what else we've learned," the Handler coached.

A brief period of silence followed while the sweet child wrestled with
her conscience in an effort to thwart nearly eleven years of parental
and societal conditioning.  "Nice girls don't wear clothes," she
whispered at last.

"I beg your pardon, Antonia," Stan responded.  "We couldn't hear you,
darling," he added in a kindly tone of voice.

A few seconds passed, and then slowly the lovely young girl raised her
big dark eyes to the members of the group and stated in a clear voice,
"Nice girls don't wear clothes -  Nice clothes don't make nice girls."

"That's very, very good, Antonia," Stan complimented the youngster.
Then kneeling before the sweet child, he turned her to face him, and
the two of them kissed.  It was heartwarming to witness.  "Now run
along," Stan said as he regained his feet.  Then he leaned down and
patted her on the bottom as she turned and padded off in the direction
of her room.

Turning then to the ceremonial entourage, Stan moved around the end of
the sofa, and approached the young woman dressed in the white
coveralls of a TYTC Handler.  "I don't believe we've met," he said
casually as he stepped in front of the woman.  "Actually she was a
rather attractive young lady in her own right," Stan thought to
himself eyeing the blond up and down.  He still wasn't exactly sure
how he felt about females in the roll of Handlers.  It just didn't
seem natural, but he'd certainly heard enough supportive arguments for
the new program.  "Time will tell, I suppose," Stan muttered to
himself as he reached down and grasped the oversized fob on the lower
zipper of her coveralls.

When the decision was made to initiate the first female Handlers,
understandably a great deal of controversy erupted within the all male
rank and file.  There were many who adamantly opposed the program, and
some even threatened to resign, prompting the need for some quick
politics.  The following resolution was eventually adopted, but even
now there are those who still are not satisfied.

Female Handlers Policy

*	All female Handlers shall be graduates of the TYTC Program,
and be certified free of EFIRS.
*	Female Handlers shall be afforded all the privileges of Male
Handlers with respect to Guest behavior and training.
*	Female Handlers shall not be required to wear a CAP Device,
but may do so if she chooses.
*	Female Handlers shall be allowed to initiate conversation.
*	Female Handlers shall not wear undergarments.
*	Female Handlers shall continue to receive Thelazine boosters
while in the employ of TYTC.
*	Female Handlers shall, when instructed to do so, subjugate
themselves before their Male counterparts, and they shall be issued
specially modified uniforms to facilitate access.

It was only by the addition of this final guideline that the policy
was even marginally accepted.  A lot of the dissenting grumbles
vanished, however, when the design for the female Handler coverall was
made public.

The specialized white coveralls of a TYTC Handler are designed to be
exceptionally functional.  The two way zippers down the front, for
example, allow a Handler to free himself for service in a twinkling.
Since the female version of the garment needed to provide access to
more than one opening, the two way zipper of the Male garment was
extended between the legs, around and up to an area near the small of
the back.  Additionally, the zipper pull fobs were increased in size.

Having spent many months as a Guest of the Center, Cynthia knew what
was expected of her.  Squaring her shoulders, she looked her Male
counterpart directly in the eye while he tugged her uniform zipper
upward just enough to expose her soft belly.  Another rule which made
the new policy a bit more palatable for many stated that female
Handlers shall not wear undergarments.  Without having to be
instructed to do so, Cynthia stepped to one side, spreading her feet
to shoulder width as Stan reached his hand into the opening in her
clothing.  

"My name is Cynthia," she said, responding to his original question as
the man cupped her womanhood firmly in his hand and began to rub her
with some authority.  

"And how long have you been a female Handler, Cynthia?" Stan asked.

"A...about two months," Cynthia responded with a little shudder when
she felt him being to press upward between her ample labia majora with
his middle finger.  She knew the drill.  As a Guest, she'd submitted
to the Standard Greeting a dozen or more times a day.  Desperately
Cynthia struggled to maintain her composure and her professionalism as
he hunted for her vaginal opening.

"I see,"Stan said with a smile as he slipped his middle finger up into
the moist confines of her vaginal passage.  No matter how hard she
tried to disguise her reaction to his intrusion, the young blond was
an open book to Stan as her emotions played across her face like a
slide show.  Somewhere deep in her psyche she resented his touching
her in such a manner, but due to her successful completion of the TYTC
Program, she allowed it - even welcomed it.  "And do you consider
yourself to be an effective and useful member of our team?" Stan asked
as he probed about inside of the young blond.  Stan hadn't known
Cynthia while she was in residence, but he could tell both from her
thinly veiled expressions of discomfort, as well as her vaginal
reactions to palpation that she'd been a feisty one. "Surprising that
she chose to become a Handler,"Stan mused.  He briefly considered
ordering her into the Service Position and putting her through her
paces, but thought better of it due to time constraints.

"Uh huh," Cynthia answered, but her focus was directed elsewhere.
She'd intended to give the man a responsible and professional answer
to his question regarding her effectiveness as a Handler, but Cynthia
was beginning to experience difficulty processing her thoughts. "God,"
she groaned under her breath between tightly clenched teeth. He was
touching her in places she hadn't been touched in a long while, and
the fact that he was doing so in front of the very people who's
respect she one day hoped to gain, was difficult and humiliating for
Cynthia.  To her credit, however, she did her very best to maintain
eye contact with the man despite her ever increasing inward focus. She
sincerely hoped that he would finish with her soon, before she
dissolved into that Jello-like state of near orgasm, and thankfully he
did.

"To answer your question, Cynthia," Stan began as he removed his hand
from her coverall.  Then he paused and rubbed his thumb and fingers
together thoughtfully.  They were covered with clear vaginal mucous.
He smiled at the look she gave him when she noticed what he was doing.
"We have dispensed with the Standard Greeting here in the Wonder Wing,
feeling that we achieve far better results with our young ladies by
not introducing them to too much, too fast.  Take Miss Lumas, for
example.  A week ago she was totally inaccessible and rejected every
attempt to get through to her.  In the old days, she would have been
assigned a Principal and by simple repetition she would have
eventually become an active part of her relationships.  We all know
this to be true.  Take yourself for example, Cynthia," Stan said with
a smile.  

Cynthia blushed hotly, knowing the man was correct.  When she'd first
arrived at the Center about ten months ago, Cynthia had taken an
average of three lovers a day, every day.  At first she'd loathed the
men in white who forced themselves upon her, but slowly they'd helped
her to become reacquainted with her femininity.  It was almost like
being introduced to her own body for the first time.  One after
another the men in white worked with Cynthia until one day she was
able to make the transition.  And now here she was a TYTC Handler and
hoping to assist another young person to find herself.  It truly was a
miraculous program.

Turning to address the entire group now, Stan continued.  "In the
Wonder Wing we deal with young ladies ages eight to twelve.  Although
the Center has been working with females in this age group for many
years, and quite successfully I might add, using the standard method,
recent studies suggest that there may be a better way."  Holding up a
hand to ward off questions for the moment, Stan went on.  "It is a
well known fact that young ladies in their formative years are very
impressionable.  In fact it is her innate curiosity and susceptibility
to suggestion that has allowed society to condition the young female
to accept the myths regarding her roll in the sexual relationship -
taboos that plague her on into adulthood."  Murmurs of agreement could
be heard from the group. 

 "There is no question that the standard method works, but let's use
Miss Lumas' progress as an example,"Stan suggested.  Under the
standard method our young lady would have been disrobed at her "Double
I" on the first day of her residence, probably forcibly."  He eyed the
assembly, and in particular the female Handler.  "Under our new
program, Miss Lumas allowed me to remove her clothing with little to
no opposition four days after being placed in my care," Stan stated.
"Three days ago, Miss Lumas and I kissed for the first time.  There is
little doubt in my mind that our first kiss was the first kiss of any
consequence for Miss Lumas, and by that afternoon she was beginning to
experiment with her tongue.  What you witnessed when you first arrived
was our young lady following through after actually initiating a
session of light petting with me.  Two weeks and we see an eleven year
old female initiating a sexual act with a partner who previously was a
total stranger.  I'd call that pretty good progress,"Stan said
proudly.  Heads nodded in agreement among the group of visiting
Handlers.

"This afternoon Miss Lumas will observe her first video session on the
subject of fellatio.  This evening she and I will meet to discuss the
new material, and then she will be given the opportunity to practice
what she's learned over the next couple of days.  I fully expect that
Miss Lumas will be performing fellatio for me and perhaps others by
the end of the week - and willingly, I might add."  

More murmurs erupted from the group, then someone spoke up.  "Do you
plan to have the girl deflowered, and if so, when?"

"A good question," Stan responded.  "May I have your name please,
sir."

"Stephen," the visiting Handler answered.

"A good question, Stephen," Stan repeated.  "Miss Lumas is being
conditioned to fulfill the needs of a specific individual, and this
individual has indeed requested that her maidenhead be eliminated on
his behalf," Stan explained.  "I plan to begin sleeping with Miss
Lumas this evening, and in a week or so we'll begin assigning an
assortment of night partners for her every few days.  As to exactly
when Miss Lumas will be ushered into womanhood, I cannot say for sure,
but certainly it will be done within the next few weeks."

"So you're telling us that the young lady will not be deflowered for
nearly a month after her induction.  Don't you think that's an
excessive amount of time?" Stephen asked.

"Not really when you consider that when the time comes for our young
lady to take a lover, she will do so freely, or the least with very
little protest," Stan immediately countered.  "Actually we have a
defloration session scheduled in about thirty minutes," Stan added.
The Handler then offered, "For those of you who's schedules permit, I
invite you to join us.  I think you'll find the experience refreshing
and enlightening and quite a bit different from what you are
accustomed to."

The walls of the room were painted in cool pastel colors, and were
decorated with tastefully suggestive artwork similar to that found
throughout the Wonder Wing.  Rick, Andrew and the others were ushered
to seats above and surrounding a room which was much like the
operating theater at a medical school.  Andrew was first to note that
practically the entire floor of the chamber was covered with what
appeared to be soft matting.  While the audience looked on, three TYTC
Handlers dressed in traditional garb entered the chamber from a side
door and took their places.  Lounging casually on the padded floor,
the three men chatted quietly among themselves as Stan began his
narrative.  

"This, gentlemen, is our Encounter Chamber.  What you will be
witnessing this morning,  is the defloration of Miss Courtney Anne
Blackburn.  Courtney is eleven years of age and is in her fifth week
in residence with us.  Courtney's Principal Handler's name is Pete.
Pete joined us about six months ago, and came highly recommended - in
particular for his work with young ladies in their formative years."
Stan paused for a moment as all eyes watched three lovely young
creatures file into the room.  "What you see below, gentlemen," Stan
began in answer to the questioning looks he got from the group.  "Are
three of our Guests who will be participating in this Group Encounter.
Their names are Miss Wendy Fuller, age eight and a half, Miss Susan
Landry, age ten and Miss Polly Fisher.  Polly is twelve," Stan said
reading from a PDA which was connected to the facility's central
server.

"But what...?" someone started to ask.

"Allow me to explain," Stan interrupted.  "For years we've witnessed
females of all ages band together in order to confront challenges and
deal with unknown situations, and for years we've thought nothing of
it," the Handler explained in a soft voice as the three pretty young
girls paired off, each with one of the reclining Handlers.  "But,
gentlemen, what we failed to realize is that this sort of behavior is
indicative of an instinct so basic that we simply couldn't see the
forest for the trees, so to speak.  What we failed to recognize,
gentlemen, is the Herding Instinct."  

Stan noted the expressions on the faces of his colleagues.  Most
exhibited the beginnings of understanding, although there were still a
couple of confused looks among the crowd.

"Think about it, gentlemen.  How often have you seen females band
together on unfamiliar turf?  A simple example is their need to
accompany each other into public restrooms.  Strength in numbers.
Security of the herd," Stan explained, spreading his hands for effect.
Rick Adams, of course, knew exactly what Stan was getting at, since it
was he who was responsible for developing a good percentage of the new
Wonder Wing Program.  So while the Handler in charge of the new
facility talked quietly in the background, Rick concentrated on what
was happening in the arena below.  Two of the three youngsters were
already busily attending to their partners.  One lovely little
brunette had just finished manually bringing her companion to full
erection, and while Rick looked on approvingly, the sweet child -
"probably Susan," Rick thought, because she appeared to be between the
other two girls in age - swung a slender leg across her reclining
partner.  Straddling the man's hips, the youngster then took his penis
in her small hand.  Raising herself up onto her knees, she guided him
between her slender thighs, and with surprising self-control, the
pretty little girl lowered herself onto her lover.

"Marvelous!" Rick murmured under his breath, while he watched the
precious child bow her shoulders forward and gaze into her lover's
eyes as she started to move on him.  The Handler quickly placed his
big hands onto her narrow hips in order to maintain control over her
cadence and the overall tempo of the engagement.

The other two young ladies down on the floor were by now involving
themselves in one manner or another with their respective partners as
well.  Polly, the older girl knelt in the classic Service Position and
accepted her lover from behind while Wendy, the youngest, lay atop her
Handler, their arms and legs entwined, enjoying each other orally.

Just then the door of the encounter chamber opened, and all eyes
turned as an absolutely stunning little girl entered, walking hand in
hand with her Handler.  At first she didn't seem to notice the other
girls as she and her Handler found a place on the padded floor, but
once they were settled and before her companion began to "get
friendly" with her, she took a look around.  

Wendy, the eight year old was using her mouth to please her partner at
the moment.  Courtney had tried that, and she didn't care for it too
much, but at least she'd done it, so now the others would quit
pestering her about it.  The other two girls, Polly and Susan, were
both engaged in more absorbing activities.  Courtney knew what they
were doing.  She'd seen videos and read magazines.  In addition, the
man she'd come to know as Pete had begun touching her lately in ways
that she never would have dreamed of allowing a grown man to do.  

At first his attentions were quite disturbing to Courtney, but beneath
the thin veneer of social correctness taught to her by her parents and
teachers, regarding how little girls should act around grownups,
Courtney Anne was secretly thrilled by the fact that an adult would
take such a keen interest in her.  Pete, treated her differently than
any grownup she'd ever known before.  He listened to her and seemed
genuinely interested in what she thought, and as long as she did
everything he asked her to do, Pete was very kind and gentle to her.
Courtney thought she might be falling in love.  About a week ago, Pete
had started spending the night with her, and Courtney now looked
forward to falling asleep in his arms curled up against his hairy
chest; after they'd played around a little, of course.  

Naturally, Courtney missed her friends and family, and in the
beginning she'd cried herself to sleep almost every night.  After all,
she'd been abducted and spirited away from everything and everyone she
knew.  One minute she'd been walking home from school, and the next
she was waking up in this strange new place, alone and afraid.  What
young girl wouldn't be fearful.  

But Courtney soon discovered that she wasn't alone at all.  In fact
there were a number of girls her own age living with her in what she
learned was called the "Wonder Wing".  And all of them, except for
maybe one or two, were friendly and helpful.  Initially Courtney was
terrified by the fact that everyone was naked all the time with the
exception of the men in white, whom Courtney assumed were doctors or
medical people of some sort.  The other girls didn't seem to mind too
much being naked in front of the men in white, which was more than a
little puzzling to Courtney.  Her mother had told her a long time ago
that good little girls never, ever took their clothes off in front of
a man, and  if anyone ever asked her to, that she should call for help
immediately.  So, when the day came that one of the men in white asked
Courtney to undress for him, she cried for help just like she'd been
taught.  As if on cue, two pretty young girls approximately her own
age entered the room, only instead of coming to her aid, the girls
smiled and then went about helping to disrobe Courtney, unbuttoning
her blouse and untying her shoes and the like.  Courtney was too
stunned to put up much of a fight, and in no time at all, she found
herself as naked as the day she was born, and all the while the man in
white stood silently nearby and watched.  Later when Courtney was
shown to what would become her bedroom, she lay upon the big double
bed and cried her heart out.  Very soon, however, the same two girls
showed up to comfort her and to unravel some of the mysteries of her
new surroundings.  

Over the course of the next week or so the two girls, Susan and Polly,
would become Courtney's closest friends, listening to her concerns and
helping her to overcome her fears.  They explained to her that the men
in white were called Handlers, and that each girl or Guest as they
were called, was assigned a Principal Handler to be her teacher.  

"Like...what kind of stuff are they teaching here?" Courtney had asked
dubiously.

Susan and Polly told her that her Principal Handler would explain the
rules to her when the time was right, and also what would be expected
of her each day.  "In the mean time, though," the girl named Polly
cautioned her.  "You must learn to do whatever they ask you to do, no
matter what."

"But..." Courtney began.

"Never argue with a Handler," Susan chimed in.  "Just do what they ask
and don't worry.  They won't hurt you.  In fact," Susan giggled
mischievously.  "Some of the stuff they do is pretty awesome."

Indeed, Miss Courtney Anne Blackburn would be introduced to mysteries
and delights that most young ladies wouldn't learn about until much
later in life.  Although it took Courtney awhile to get used to being
in the company of so many adult men, her friends, Polly and Susan were
correct about the fact that not one of the men in white ever hurt her.
Some of the things they asked her to do were a little frightening at
first, but for the most part the Handlers were exceptionally patient,
allowing Courtney the time she needed to wrestle with her inhibitions
and pre-conceptions of what was right and what was wrong.  In the end,
however, she was expected to cooperate.  Courtney read books and
watched videos dealing with subject matter that was shocking in the
beginning, but later when her Principal Handler, Pete explained things
to her in more detail, and then gave her the opportunity to experience
those things about which she'd read first hand, the pretty blond girl
began to respond more favorably to the program.  

Courtney still had some difficulty with the bathroom routines, but
then, most Guests did.  Having a grown man present during her toiletry
and then having him clean her up after she went to the bathroom was
extremely humiliating, but the hardest part of all was having to look
her attendant in the eye while he did so.  Polly confided in Courtney
that she'd had trouble with that part too, but that eventually she'd
gotten used to it, and that Courtney would too.  Courtney had to admit
that a week ago, she never would have dreamed of letting a man put his
"thingy" into her mouth, and now that practice was becoming a part of
her daily routine.  Gradually the youngster acclimated to her
extraordinary new lifestyle, and each day she became more comfortable
with her surroundings and her new friends.

Courtney's daydream was interrupted when her older partner placed his
big hand onto her shoulder and pulled her down beside himself on the
padded floor.  She required no prompting when he pulled her closer,
and Courtney wrapped her slender arms around his neck and pressed her
supple body against his.

"Pete appears to be making tremendous progress with Miss Blackburn,"
Rick Adams commented to no one in particular as on the floor below the
man in white hugged the naked little beauty close and kissed her
lovingly.  "Ah, that's very nice," Rick muttered when the pretty
little blond responded by bending her knee and moving one slender leg
up over her Handler's thigh.  The big man slid a hand down the girl's
back and all but covered her pretty little rear end with his big paw.
At the same time, he moved his left leg between her thighs, pushing
his knee up into her crotch.  Even from several feet above, Rick
noticed the girl's hips move forward quickly as she pressed herself
against her lover's thigh.  Rick assumed from the position of Pete's
hand that the Handler had just pushed his middle finger up into the
Blackburn girl's anal passage, and to her credit she hadn't uttered a
sound.

For several minutes, the audience of TYTC Handlers seated in the
viewing theater watched the proceedings on the floor below.  The two
older girls, Susan and Polly, were both fully involved with their
respective partners.  Polly had switched to the venerable Missionary
Position.  Her little arms were wrapped around her Handler's neck as
his big body moved steadily up and down on top of her.  She'd raised
her knees up and locked her ankles around the backs of his thighs in
an effort to better align herself and to accept him more completely,
and even from a distance her lovely face glowed as she gazed up into
her lover's eyes.  

Susan and her lover, had shifted to the Service Position.  "Arch your
back, please, Miss Landry," the little girl's Handler was heard to say
as he pressed two finger tips to the small of her back.  "Head up,
now.  You know the drill," he instructed calmly.  His big hands
encircled the little girl's narrow waist as he pulled her back onto
his considerable manhood.  The big man's fingertips practically
touched over her tummy which bulged outward from his presence inside
of her.  "Be still, Miss Landry," the Handler corrected her firmly but
without the slightest trace of malice, when the pretty brunette
groaned softly.  

"The Landry girl is doing much better today, Stan," Rick commented
casually to the head of the wing.

"Yeah," Stan answered, his pride was obvious.  "Susan has been very
cooperative lately.  In fact she's become quite the model Guest, and
is very helpful with the other girls, especially the newcomers," the
man explained to his colleague.  "Miss Landry tries very hard to
please her lovers, however, she is a small child, even for a ten year
old.  We increased her dosage of Thelazine three days ago in hopes
that it might help to stimulate her natural lubrication system and
allow her to be more receptive.  Thankfully, it appears to be
working," Stan explained.  

While the audience looked on, a visible shudder passed through the
pretty little brunette as her Handler administered a series of "taps"
to her internal reproductive anatomy.  

"Taps" are short, concise thrusts, intended to apply intermittent
pressure directly to the cervix, and are often used by a Handler
during a girl's early training in order to increase her carrying
capacity.  "Taps" differ from "Jabs" in that they are considered to be
a constructive procedure rather than a corrective one.  There was no
mistaking the fact that the Landry girl was "bottomed out" or "fully
involved", as the condition is known when a female's vagina can accept
no more from a lover.  Even from above, a good four inches of her
lover's shaft was visible, protruding from between her nicely rounded
buttocks.

Pete whispered something to Courtney, causing her to turn and look in
Susan's direction.  Courtney nodded her understanding as Pete leaned
close and whispered further instructions into her ear.   Moments
later, the lovely blond rolled over and got slowly to her hands and
knees facing Susan and her lover.

"Here we go, gentlemen," Stan said, giving his audience a "heads up".
"Pay close attention now, because I doubt that you will ever again
witness a smoother and more efficient defloration." 

On the floor below, Pete helped his young charge to get into the
correct position.  After instructing her to separate her knees to
approximately shoulder width, the man in white encouraged the girl to
arch her back by indicating the position of her young friend, Susan.
Then with a gentle touch he directed the Blackburn child to lock her
elbows, and with three fingers beneath her chin, he raised her head up
high.  Actually, his actions resembled those of a trainer arranging a
champion show dog for judging.  Once he was satisfied, Pete whispered
instructions to the pretty little blond, no doubt ordering her to keep
her eyes to the front where her good friend was providing some
beneficial distraction.  Then from the specialized kit attached to the
back of his uniform coveralls, the Handler withdrew a slender silver
device.

"What you see in Pete's hand, gentlemen, is the latest instrument to
come out of our Research and Development Department.  We call it
simply the Defloration Tool, or "DefT" for short," Stan explained to
the audience.  As they looked on, Pete held the shining, stainless
steel device up and made an adjustment to it.  "The DefT is designed
primarily for use with young ladies of approximately the same age as
the girls you see before you, however, there is absolutely no reason
why it should not be effective on females of any age," Stan narrated
while everyone watched the proceedings on the arena floor below.

As if on cue, Pete placed a hand onto the youngster's pert little
derriere, and using his thumb and fingers, he gently spread her open.

"The entire procedure takes only seconds, and is virtually painless,"
Stan spoke almost reverently as the man in white below leaned over and
carefully maneuvered the fine tapered tip of the instrument into
position.  "Mechanical defloration has proven to be far more effective
when dealing with pre-teens than the customary approach for two main
reasons," Stan went on softly while the audience watched the
proceedings below.  "First, at her tender age, it is doubtful that the
loss of her virginity to a male would hold any real emotional
significance for Miss Blackburn as it would for a more mature subject.
And secondly, pain is taken quite seriously by youngsters in their
formative years, and we do not wish for her to associate either her
training program or her Handler's attentions with pain," Stan
explained.  "In general, our young ladies are far more impressionable
and malleable than our more mature Guests.  As a result, we employ
methods which are a bit less severe than what most of you are used to,
and still we come away with impressive results. 

Pete had used the DefT only once before, but there was really nothing
to it.  He leaned closer so that he had an unobstructed view of the
moist pink tissues exposed between his finger tips.  Like most
youngsters her age, Miss Blackburn's inner labia were tiny and
delicate, and between these two rose petal folds, her diminutive
vaginal portal winked at Pete as she intermittently dilated and
contracted.  He moved the tip of the DefT closer.  "Hold still, Miss
Blackburn, and look straight ahead, please," he cautioned the little
blond when she stirred unexpectedly, causing him to withdraw the
device so as not to accidentally touch her with it before he was
ready.

Being the professional that he was, and having had considerable
experience with young ladies in their formative years, Pete had a few
tricks of his own.  After first getting a little bit better purchase
on the girl's labia majora with his fingers, the Handler spread her
open again.  Next he leaned close and blew a little puff of air
against the girl's moist intimate tissues, causing her tiny aperture
to close abruptly.  As soon as Pete stopped blowing against her, the
youngster immediately began to dilate.  Now he was in control.  Moving
the slender tip of the DefT to within a few millimeters of her
opening, Pete gave the girl another puff, and this time as the
aperture in the shining pink membrane slowly expanded, the Handler
carefully inserted the tip of the DefT.  He was in.

The DefT was a simple but elegant instrument.  Measuring approximately
ten inches in length, the device tapered from three quarters of an
inch in diameter at its handle to a fine rounded tip about two inches
long and approximately an eighth of an inch in diameter.  Housed
inside of the stainless steel handle was a small pressurized cylinder
containing a quantity of fast acting topical anesthetic, and next to
this cylinder was a second container of a specialized styptic
solution.  Forward of the pressurized reservoirs were the actuator
springs that operated six small "expansion arms" which when triggered
would snap outward around the circumference of the tip of the
instrument, instantly increasing its diameter from just a fraction of
an inch to as much as one and a half inches, depending upon how the
device was set.  It's fairly obvious the effect this rapid increase in
diameter would have on the virginal opening in the hymen of a young
female.  What makes this instrument so unique, though, is that when
the firing mechanism is triggered, and just prior to the release of
the actuator springs, a mist of fast acting topical anesthetic is
administered directly to the targeted membrane of the subject through
tiny jets located in the tip of the device.  Hence, when the expansion
arms are released, instantly tearing the maidenhead membrane asunder,
the subject experiences no pain or discomfort what-so-ever.
Furthermore, once they've performed their design function, the
expansion arms immediately retract, and the device then delivers an
internal misting spray of the astringent solution which effectively
squelches nearly all bleeding.  This same solution also contains an
antiseptic agent to prevent infection.

From the floor below came the sound of a soft "snick".  Only a trained
and very observant eye would have detected the ever so slight flinch
on the part of the pretty little blond girl as her reproductive
childhood was abruptly ended.   

"That's it, gentlemen," Stan said in a conversational tone of voice.
"Miss Blackburn's hymen has been fully compromised."  While Stan
addressed the audience, the little girl's Handler replaced the shining
instrument into his kit, and directed her to rise up and  kneel in
front of him.  He then embraced her and the two of them began to kiss.
It's probable that the youngster never knew that her anatomy had been
fundamentally altered, preparing her for the responsibilities of
womanhood.

"That was an exceptional demonstration, Stan," Rick Adams complimented
the head of the Wonder Wing.  "Thank you ever so much for taking the
time to share that remarkable experience with the rest of us."

"You're quite welcome, of course," Rick," Stan answered.  "Needless to
say, we at the Wonder Wing are quire proud of the progress we've been
making with our Guests.  If any of you would care to be included, Miss
Blackburn will probably be entertaining a lover in a day or two.  I'd
be happy to notify anyone who might be interested in participating,"
Stan added.

"I'd like to attend," the female Handler piped up, raising her hand.

"Very well, Cynthia," Stan responded with an odd smile.  "Your
assistance might very well prove to be beneficial."  It was the best
compliment he could give the woman.  Stan was definitely from the "old
school".

Handshakes were exchanged all around, and after another cursory glance
at the goings on down in the Encounter Chamber, the group of visiting
Handlers departed.  Stan stood for a moment listening to the voices of
his colleagues fade away down the hallway and reflected on the
morning's events.  He felt that the visiting representative members of
the TYTC staff had been suitably impressed by his demonstration and
sincerely hoped that the new Wonder Wing would soon be accepted and
embraced by all.

"Antonia," the Head of the Wonder Wing whispered over the slumbering
child.  Stan leaned closer then and inhaled a deep draft of the
intoxicating aroma of "sleepy little girl".  Her warm and innocent
fragrance triggered memories unvisited for many years.  In fact, in
this light the sleeping Miss Lumas reminded Stan a little bit of his
younger sister, Hannah and the way she'd looked during their childhood
years.  

Sitting on the edge of the bed and gazing down at the enticing shape
of the small body beneath the thin sheet, Stan found himself teetering
on the edge of past and present.  Placing his hand onto the little
brunette's shoulder, he felt her tenderness and warmth through the
soft fabric.  

Stan felt blissfully happy.  After all, his dreams had finally become
a reality.  Stan had been with the Center for many years, and had
worked with more young women than he could count.  He'd demonstrated
his abilities over the years and was considered to be an effective and
efficient Handler, earning him the respect and admiration of his
colleagues.  Only in the last year or so did Stan recognize that his
true interests and passions lay in the area of the enlightenment and
enrichment of young ladies in their formative years.  So when Stan
first got wind of the Center's plans for a new department devoted
exclusively to younger Guests, he immediately took steps to align
himself accordingly.  As fortune would have it, Rick Adams, the new
Headmaster of the Center, couldn't have been more pleased when a
tenured Handler like Stan stepped forward and expressed an interest in
what would prove to be a bold new approach to a centuries old dilemma.
"Antonia," he whispered once again and gave the sleeping child a
gentle shake.  She stirred and made a splendid little purring sound as
she stretched kitten-like beneath the sheets.  She was sleeping on her
tummy, and as Stan slid his hand softly down her little body, he
pulled the top sheet along with it, exposing the flawless skin of her
back and shoulders.  Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her delicate
skin and kissed her tenderly between her shoulder blades.  Next Stan
nuzzled his face into the fragrant shock of luxurious, dark hair which
cascaded over her left shoulder and murmured, "Wake up, sleepyhead,"
near her shell-like left ear and kissed the little girl softly on the
side of the neck.  Her skin was so warm beneath his lips, reminding
Stan just how much he enjoyed the company of young ladies in their
more impressionable years.

Meanwhile, he tugged the sheets free of her immaculate little rear end
as he continued to sprinkle soft kisses about her neck and shoulders.
"I have a special surprise for you tonight, Antonia, sweetheart," Stan
murmured affectionately as he began to massage her little fanny.  If
he spread his fingers, he could almost cover one of her shapely
buttocks with his hand.  Her flesh was firm and resilient and as
always, exceptionally warm.  "Don't you want your surprise, baby
girl?" Stan whispered, nibbling her cheek and temple with his lips
then nuzzling his face into her hair again.

"Mm..mmm," the gorgeous little brunette whimpered softly.  After all,
it was almost eight-thirty in the evening, and she'd had a busy day.
Following her evening meal, Antonia had been given a mild tranquilizer
to help take the edge off.  She'd been exceptionally cooperative up to
this point, but taking a night partner would be a big step for the
lovely eleven year old.

"Now that's not very friendly," Stan scolded playfully as he slipped a
hand under her left shoulder.  "Is that any way for my special girl to
behave?" he added as he slowly rolled the child toward him.  Whining
softly in protest, her huge brown eyes fluttered open and she gazed up
at him muzzily as he placed his hand onto her cheek.  

Stan caught his breath.  "God, She's so beautiful!" he thought to
himself as he rubbed his thumb softly over her slightly parted lips.
He was very pleased when she accepted his touch without complaint, for
Stan knew from his many years of experience that pre-pubescent girls
considered their mouths to be sacred temples.  Later she would shift
her focus to other areas of her anatomy, but for now Stan would
concentrate his attentions on her mouth.

For several minutes Stan gently caressed the stunning little beauty's
lips with his fingertips while she gazed up at him questioningly.  Her
facial expression was a precious mixture of mild concern and
uncertainty.  "You're very pretty, Antonia," Stan whispered
affectionately as he used the very tip of his index finger to trace
the perimeter of her mouth.  Her full pink lips were incredibly soft
beneath his delicate touch.  She seemed to have resigned herself to
his attentions when unexpectedly Stan slid his fingertip across the
smooth wet surface of her sparkling teeth.  Abruptly the little
beauty's expression darkened, registering her surprise, and then her
gaze became quite troubled when Stan slipped his index finger into her
mouth.  "Shh..shh..shh," the professional man whispered.

"Mmm..mmmm," the stunning brunette whimpered as her lips reflexively
closed around his invading digit.  Her hands flew to the wrist of the
offending hand, and her dark eyes became deep pools of concern.
"Mmohh," the little girl moaned when Stan found her tongue and began
to toy with it with is fingertip.  She tugged at his hand
ineffectually, and tried to turn her head away, because for all
intents and purposes, Stan had invaded her privacy and intimacy as
surely as though he'd entered the girl vaginally, perhaps even more
so.  Happily she didn't bite him as Stan easily overpowered her
efforts to resist him.  

"Take your hands away, please, Miss Lumas," Stan said after a couple
of seconds.  He used her formal name and employed a small amount of
command intonation in his voice in order to get the girl's attention,
but not enough to frighten her.  "Close your lips around my finger,
please, Antonia," the Handler asked her as he stared into her troubled
eyes.  "Relax, darling," Stan then added and stroked her cheek gently
with his other hand.  "You know, Stan wouldn't do anything to hurt his
special girl, don't you, Antonia, sweetheart?" he murmured with a
confident smile.  He felt her little tongue shift against the tip of
his finger.  "Don't you, Antonia?" he repeated.  

A couple of seconds passed, and then slowly the immaculate little girl
nodded her head tentatively.  Her expression was priceless as she
pursed her lips around his finger.

"That's my girl," the Handler beamed a winning smile.  "We're going to
teach you how to use that pretty little mouth of yours, darling," the
Handler assured his young charge and continued to stroke her cheek
with his free hand.  "Now, Antonia, I want you to suck on my finger
for a minute.  Will you do that for me, please, sweetheart?" he
instructed the little girl as he gazed into her questioning eyes.  

"Mm... mm..hmm," she responded unbidden and nodded her head again.  

Stan fell in love with the little beauty all over again, and as he
began to move his finger slowly in and out of her mouth, he felt her
start to suck, tentatively at first, and then with increasingly more
confidence.  After a very few minutes, Stan was convinced that the
little brunette had real potential, and he looked forward to helping
her to refine that talent in the days and weeks to come.

"That's nice, darling.  That's very nice," Stan whispered as he
reluctantly plucked his finger from between her pink lips.  Then in
response to her mildly disappointed expression he said simply, "Kiss
me, Antonia."  And before she could argue, Stan covered her sweet
mouth with his.  

This wasn't their first kiss.  In fact, Stan had begun kissing Antonia
the day before, but in spite of her previous experience, it took
several seconds for the little brunette to relax and participate. Stan
kept his mouth firmly planted over hers while he shifted his position
on the bed.  Stretching out beside the little girl, Stan reveled at
the feel of her small body beneath his as he rolled his torso on top
of her, all the while kissing her passionately.  Her mouth was all
his, as he delved with his tongue into every corner of that tasty and
unsullied citadel of her youth.

After a few sizzling minutes, Stan rose up and gazed lovingly at the
sweet child beside him.  Her face was flushed, and her expression
reflected both inquisitiveness and wonderment, but not fear.  In fact,
she even smiled shyly when her Handler gave her a couple of playful
pecks on the lips.  

Then with a winning smile of his own, Stan asked softly, "Did you
watch the movie like I asked you to, Antonia?"  Her expression darken
a little, and she furrowed her brow, but she kept her eyes on his.
Stan watched the lovely brunette closely as she blushed hotly.  

It was a good sign, for a blush meant that she was bashful about the
material she'd viewed but not fearful.  Obviously she'd had mixed
emotions about it, which is exactly what Stan had hoped when he'd put
together the CD, dealing primarily with fellatio.  In fact, it was
entirely possible that the Lumas girl had already had some experience
with oral sex.  Now-a-days a lot of young ladies dabbled in oral sex
at an astonishingly tender age.

"Well?" Stan prompted after a moment's silence from the girl.  

"I.. I.." she stammered retiringly then averted her gaze.

"Look at me, Antonia," Stan reminded the little beauty.

"What did you think about what the boys and girls were doing in the
movie, Antonia?" her Handler inquired as she stared up at him with big
puppy dog eyes.  "Have you ever done anything like that, Antonia?
Perhaps with a boyfriend?" Stan asked her point blank.

Her expression was exquisite.  "Why no!" she answered, somewhat
indignant.  Then when she looked away, Stan caught a glimpse of an
entirely different expression.

According to her file, Miss Antonia Lumas hailed from somewhat modest
means.  Her parents had both immigrated from South America, and being
devout Catholics had raised their young daughter to be a "good girl".
Her upbringing didn't necessarily rule out the possibility of prior
sexual experience, however.  In fact if what Stan had read in the
girl's file was correct, it was at the bidding of an uncle that Miss
Lumas was here.  

Placing his hand on her cheek, Stan turned her face back to his.
Gazing into her dark, somewhat troubled eyes he kissed the gorgeous
little girl - Once... twice... then a third time.  Her eyes fluttered
closed after the second kiss then opened again when the Handler began
to stroke her cheek again.

"It's called fellatio, Antonia," Stan explained.  "And it's a
perfectly natural thing to do."  Her expression was more or less
neutral as she gazed up at him, so Stan continued.  "Young ladies have
been performing fellatio for their partners since the very beginning,
and it's something every young lady must learn to do correctly."

"But," the little brunette began, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Shhhh," Stan whispered, placing a finger to her lips.  "Tell me,
Antonia," the Handler continued.  "When do you think you might like to
learn more about fellatio?"  

Instantly her mood darkened.  In fact he could feel her small body
stiffen beneath him, and her lovely face became a portrait of dismay.
"Noooo," she whined pitifully.  "I don't wanna.  Please don't make me
do that, pleasssse," she pleaded so very woefully that it actually
tugged at Stan's heart strings.  She was becoming more agitated by the
second, and started to squirm in a futile effort to extricate herself
from their intimate position.

The fact that she was lying naked in a bed next to a grown man whom
she'd met less than three weeks ago, should have been enough to
utterly terrify Antonia.  Grownups simply weren't supposed to treat
little girls the way this man treated her. Everything her parents had
taught her told Antonia that she should run from this man, but
something about the way he spoke and the way he touched her had a
mysterious calming effect on the little brunette.  A month ago, if one
of her friends had told her that she would soon find herself in bed
and in the arms of a man three times her age, Antonia would have
laughed out loud and told them they were out of their minds.  Yet
somehow over the course of the past two weeks, this strange man along
with his associates had managed to allay most of her misgivings about
her abduction, and then unbelievably, they'd gained her trust. Antonia
still couldn't fathom how they'd done it, but the proof was in the
pudding, as they say.  For over a week, she'd been more or less
content to live among these men, something she never would have
dreamed of doing in her past life.  Then two days ago, she'd actually
allowed this man, Stan to kiss her - on the lips even!

But now he was going too far.  What he was suggesting was more than
she could accept, and suddenly all of Antonia's pent up dread began to
bubble to the surface.  Then his hands were on her, stroking her face
and her hair, and his lips whispered next to her ear.

"Shh..shh..shh... Easy, Antonia, darling.  We'll just forget about
that for awhile," Stan murmured reassuringly.  Then when she looked up
at him, he kissed her softly.  "Relax, sweetheart," he whispered, his
lips practically touching hers.  Stan gazed into the little girl's
deep dark eyes and pecked at her lips once or twice.  Then he smiled
warmly.  He felt her begin to relax beside him, and knew that once
again he'd managed to dodge a crises.  The tranquillizer she'd been
given helped, of course, but it was Stan's adroitness in dealing with
young girls in general that truly saved the day.  He had a gift, that
much was certain, and in a very few minutes he had the Lumas girl
practically purring like a kitten.  Tomorrow he would enlist the help
of a couple of the other Guests, and before the end of the day, he
would undoubtedly have his way with Antonia.  But for now it was bed
time.

"Oh my goodness, look at the time," Stan exclaimed feigning surprise.
Rolling off the little brunette, he sat on the edge of the bed with
his back to her.  "Time for bed, sweetheart," he said with a feigned
yawn.  "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Uh huh," she answered, nodding her pretty head.

"Well run along then," Stan said to her.  The sight of her nakedness
never ceased to thrill him as he watched the stunning little girl pad
off down the hallway toward the bath facility.  In a few days,
Handlers would begin to assist Antonia with her toiletries, but for
now she would be afforded this small modicum of privacy.  "One thing
at a time," Stan thought to himself.

"Well?  What're you waiting for?  Climb on in here.  It's late and we
have a lot to do in the morning," Stan spoke casually as he held the
top sheet up for the girl.

Antonia was too surprised to speak, and stood staring dumbly at the
man in her bed.  She could plainly see that he was naked when he
raised the sheet, and she had no idea what to do.

"But...what're you...?" she let her question trail away as she gazed
upon Stan's nakedness.

"Come to bed, Antonia," he said after a moment and held his hand out
to her.

"But..." the little girl started to question him before he interrupted
her.

"I won't bite," Stan said with a chuckle, amused by her timidity.  She
was so beautiful when she was surprised or confused.  "I guess I
forgot to mention that you and I are going to be sleeping together
pretty regularly from now on," the Handler informed the shocked little
girl.  "Don't worry, Antonia.  You'll get used to it, and I don't
snore.  I promise," he assured her with a warm smile.

Never in her wildest dreams would Antonia have imagined that she would
be sleeping naked with a man who was old enough to be her father, but
here she was.  His big forearm lay over her, hugging her small body
against his, while behind her he breathed softy into her hair.  Stan
had fallen asleep almost instantly after the two of them kissed
goodnight for nearly thirty minutes, but Antonia was having a more
difficult time of it.  Never having shared her bed with anyone before,
it felt really strange to have a warm, hairy body pressed against her
back.  Eventually, however, she drifted off to sleep, and although
Antonia didn't realize it at the time, she'd taken another huge step
forward in her training that very evening.

Her right leg jerked reflexively when his fingertip brushed over her
tiny undeveloped clitoris, and then she closed her thighs together
tightly, trapping his hand between her legs.  She groaned softly and
squirmed a bit, but after a moment or two she continued to slumber
peacefully next him in the big bed.  Stan kept his hand perfectly
still for a full minute, then as he'd done earlier, the Handler slowly
lifted the little girl's left leg, carefully spreading her open again.
He'd been touching the little beauty here and there for the last
fifteen minutes or so, and so far she'd accepted his caresses with
practically no adverse reaction.  Stan would continue to touch her
until she awakened.  

It was all part of the new method.  Every day, Antonia would be
awakened in this manner, until a man's touch became second nature to
her.  In the beginning, many of his colleagues doubted the
effectiveness of this more liberal approach to female orientation,
believing that it lacked many essential points of discipline.  Stan
felt differently, however.  Because of his considerable experience
with young ladies in their formative years, he believed quite strongly
that steady coercion mixed with guided and supervised peer pressure
was the better way to deal with these more impressionable Guests.  

If Stan so chose, he could take the enchanting little brunette.  If he
wanted to, he could simply roll on top of her, take her virginity and
then proceed to make systematic love to her repeatedly until she began
to participate.  There was little doubt that indeed the youngster,
like every female no matter her age, would eventually become an active
participant in the relationship.  "But at what cost?" Stan thought as
he continued to waft his finger slowly over labia minora as delicate
as flower petals.  

Parting her pink lips and exposing her shining white teeth, the little
brunette moaned softly and shifted her hips.  Stan altered his method,
adopting a linear pattern of manual stimulation such that his middle
finger traveled from her clitoral hood down to her vaginal portal and
back in a slow sawing motion.  

The youngster was very close to regaining consciousness, and it was
crucial that she recognize the fact that he was touching her
immediately upon awakening.  Cupping the girl with three fingers, Stan
used a modified version of the TYTC Standard Greeting.  With his index
and ring finger he began to palpate the labia majora, while with his
first finger he continued to stimulate the labia minora, and vaginal
area.  Leaning over her, Stan kissed her lightly on the lips, and then
with his lips still brushing against hers, he whispered, "Wake up,
Antonia."  

The intoxicating scent of sleepy little girl wafted over Stan as he
kissed Antonia a second time.  This time he used the tip of his tongue
to tickle across the smooth surface of her sparkling teeth.  Being a
true professional, Stan monitored the girl's face and eyes closely
such that when her eyelids did begin to quiver, he was prepared.  When
Antonia's deep brown eyes fluttered open at last, the face of her
Handler was the first thing she saw.  

"Good morning, my dear," Stan murmured and kissed her lightly on the
lips.  It took only two seconds by his count for Antonia to
acknowledge his hand on her, for the signs were unmistakable.  Stan
watched her big brown eyes grow larger, if that were possible, and her
expression darkened ever so slightly as his fingers danced over her
intimate petals.  This was the first time he'd touched the girl, so
Stan remained alert to the possibility that she might balk at any
second.  "Did you sleep well, Antonia?" he asked casually, making no
reference to his probing fingers.

The pretty little brunette stared at him blankly for several seconds,
wrestling with her emotions and inhibitions, before she nodded her
head in response to her Handler's direct question.  "Uh huh," she
answered absently, but it was obvious that her attention was focused
elsewhere.  What the man was doing to her was like nothing she'd ever
experienced before.  She didn't know whether to be frightened or angry
or what.  On the other hand, it didn't really feel bad.

"That's good," Stan said cheerfully as he went back to swirling his
middle finger over her budding little clitoris.  "We'll be sleeping
together, you and I, from now on, unless I have other duties.  In
which case we'll find someone else to keep you company, Antonia." Stan
watched her facial expression as she processed this information. One
would think that this news would have come as more of a shock to the
enchanting child, but Stan recognized the subtle effects of the
miracle drug, Thelazine.  Her gaze was ever so slightly out of focus,
and she was obviously having difficulty concentrating on anything
other than his manual attentions.  Additionally, the youngster was
beginning to self-lubricate which is a definite result of the
marvelous medication.  Not expecting an answer, Stan stared into her
dark eyes so filled with curiosity and apprehension and said simply,
"Kiss me, Antonia."  And for the next thirty minutes he and the lovely
young brunette explored each other's mouths.  Stan, of course, did a
little additional exploration as well.  

As always, time flies when you're having fun, and it seemed like only
five minutes had passed when Stan heard the morning chime sound in the
common room.  It was time to begin the day.  He'd made a lot of
progress with Antonia this morning, in fact he was pretty sure she'd
come very close to achieving orgasm.  For the last ten minutes or so,
the Handler had concentrated on her clitoris, and managed to elicit
several violent shudders out of the sweet child.  He'd even had to
caution her to remain silent a couple of times when her growing ardor
caused her to forget her place.

"Time to get up, Antonia, sweetheart," Stan whispered to the lovely
girl between soft pecks on the lips.  "We'll come back to this
tonight, because I think my little girl likes it when I touch her down
there," Stan added with a smile.  Antonia blushed hotly.  "OK, here we
go," the Handler said as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of
the bed.  Beside him, the little brunette crawled out of bed and
padded off in the direction of the bathroom.  "Hang on a moment,
please, my dear," Stan called after her.  Stopping, she turned and
looked back at him.  "Come back over here, please, Antonia, I almost
forgot something," the Handler said as he removed a tube of K-Y jelly
from a drawer in the bed stand and laid it on the bed beside him.  She
looked a little apprehensive, but Antonia did as she was told and
returned to the side of her bed.  "She really does have an exquisite
little body," Stan commented to himself as he watched the girl
approach. Taking Antonia by her shoulders, Stan turned her, telling
her to face the doorway.  "Spread your feet apart a little, please,"
he instructed then dropped his big hands to her hips and began to
massage her, kneading the supple flesh of her buttocks and inner
thighs.  "We're going to start you on a new program this morning, my
dear," the Handler informed the girl as he applied a healthy dollop of
K-Y jelly to the middle finger of his left hand.  Then using his right
hand mostly, he went back to rubbing her again.  

Antonia never suspected a thing until it was too late.  One moment the
man was rubbing her butt, and in the next second, with absolutely no
warning what-so-ever he did something totally unexpected.  Antonia's
first indication that something was up was just that - Stan's middle
finger traveling up her anal passage.  

A surprised squeal echoed down the hallway leading from the dormitory
of the Wonder Wing as Stan extended his long middle finger farther
into the trembling child.  "Sssstoppp!" the little brunette cried
pitifully, but to no avail.  

Antonia's reward, in fact, was a rather stern warning from the big man
to stand still and be silent.  Never before had she experienced
anything like what this man was doing to her.  It didn't hurt really,
although it made her extremely uncomfortable, causing her to feel like
she needed to use the toilet right away.  The worst part, though, was
the indignation and humiliation that welled up in Antonia as the man
went about probing deeply into her behind with his long finger. Having
a stranger do this to her was almost more than she could bear, and it
made her tummy hurt a little too.  A rather unladylike grunt escaped
Antonia's lips as Stan began to twist his finger inside of her while
he held her in place with a hand on her hip.

"Be still, Miss Lumas," the Handler said in a tone of voice which
brooked no argument.  He felt her clutch his finger with surprising
strength.  "Relax your muscles, Miss Lumas," Stan instructed his young
charge.  "Don't fight me, please."

"B..b..but it hurrrrtsss," the lovely brunette moaned pitifully and
tried to squirm away from Stan.  Anticipating her response to his
attentions, Stan moved with Antonia.  When she turned or twisted he
simply followed her with his hand, and each time he detected a slight
reduction in sphincter tension, he pushed in a little deeper with his
probing digit.  "Ohhhh," the lovely youngster groaned pathetically.

"Silence, please,  Miss Lumas," Stan said sternly.  "Guests shall
remain silent while being attended to," the Handler quoted one of the
TYTC Non-negotiable Standards.  Granted, the more liberal program of
conditioning practiced in The Wonder Wing allowed for some latitude in
Guest behavior, but eventually, every female must come to know her
true place in the grand scheme of things.

"But..." Antonia started to object.  She was very confused by the
man's unexpected change of character.  He'd been so nice to her just a
minute ago.  "Why is he being so mean?" Antonia wondered. 

"Antonia, when I give you an order, I expect for you to follow it."
Stan spoke a bit softer now for he didn't want to frighten the girl.
He did, however, wish to impress upon the pretty little brunette, the
need for her to obey him.  

Stan, like every Handler in the employ of The Youth Training Center,
knew that for each and every difficulty, pertaining to the female of
our species, there could be found a sexual solution.  Stan reflected
on the remarkable effectiveness of the principle of Continuous Anal
Presence, or C.A.P. for short while he waited for the child to make up
her mind to cooperate.  He had all day, and neither he nor she was
going anywhere.

[Author's Note: A great deal of information and history is written
about the Continuous Anal Presence Program and C.A.P. Devices in
previous chapters of The Youth Training Center saga.  The CAP
principle plays a major role in the conditioning program of every
Guest of the Center. - SM]

"That's my girl," Stan murmured warmly when he felt her start to relax
her grip on his finger.  Pressing the palm of his hand upward and
firmly against the youngster's soft little bottom, Stan reached around
her small body and spread his free hand out over her slightly
distended tummy.  She was probably cramping a little, and the
experienced Handler massaged her belly just above her pubic arch for a
few moments to help her anatomy to adjust.  "Is that better, Antonia?"
Stan asked with genuine concern as he gazed up at her face from around
her hip.

The exquisite little brunette refused to look at him.  "She's mad at
me," Stan thought to himself and smiled at the little pout on her
pretty face.  Stan turned her a little, but still she looked away.  He
could have ordered the girl to look at him as was prescribed by the
Sixth Non-Negotiable Standard, but Stan chose not to, feeling a softer
approach was more effective.  Purposely holding his finger very still,
for in the end, he wanted Antonia to become accustomed to anal
presence as being a natural extension of her body, Stan tried to
reason with the sweet eleven year old.  "I am here to teach you,
Antonia.  So you must trust me and pay close attention to everything I
tell you to do.  Do you understand me?" Stan asked the perturbed
eleven year old.  "Do you understand, Antonia?" Stan asked a second
time.

After a long hesitation at last the lovely child looked down at him.
Her expression was troubled, but she nodded her head, murmuring
demurely, "Well... yeah, I guess, but," and she shifted her narrow
hips.

"But what, Antonia?" Stan asked softly.  The little girl began to
squirm in his hands.  She's so very precious," Stan thought to himself
and smiled when she furrowed her brow in thought.

"I.. I'm not.  I.. m..mean we're not.  Y..you're not supposed to...
supposed to... like y.. you know."  Antonia blushed hotly and fell
silent, but inside she clamped down hard on the Handler's impaling
digit.

"We're not supposed to do what, Antonia?" Stan prompted as he twisted
his finger slightly within the clutching confines of the sweet child.

"Th... this kinda stuff.  Y.. You know, like n..naked stuff."  She
shifted her hips slightly and shivered.  The Handler gave her a
questioning look, as though he didn't understand what she was driving
at.  "I.. I m..mean y..you're a grownup, a..and I'm j..just a k..kid,"
she explained haltingly.  

"I see," Stan said then fell silent, studying the youngster
thoughtfully.  "Then I guess your friends, Polly and Susan must be
mistaken," he added after a moment, baiting her.

"H..huh?" the little girl asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

"Well, Antonia, that's very odd indeed," Stan began and pressed his
hand firmly up against her backside, compressing her plump little
buttocks and pushing his finger deeper still.  "Polly, who's a little
older than you, so she should know about these things, told me that
you expressed to her your desire not to be thought of as a little kid
anymore."  Stan gazed evenly at the pretty little brunette and went
on.  "Polly told me that you said you were angry with your parents,
because they always treated you like a child.  Susan told me that you
said to her that you wished more than anything in the world that
people would recognize how mature you really are.  Is that right,
Antonia?  Isn't that what you told your friends?" Stan quizzed the
girl closely.

"W..well, yeah b..but like, that's not what I meant, exactly," Antonia
answered in a frustrated tone of voice.

"You mean you do want to be treated like a kid, then," Stan concluded
and was instantly rewarded with a miffed look from the enchanting
eleven year old.

"W..  N..no, but..." she began.

"Yes or no, Antonia," Stan responded bluntly.  "Most young ladies your
age are eager to mature, and would give anything to be taught about
the mysteries and rewards of womanhood.  Quite frankly, I'm shocked
that you would wish to remain an uninformed child.  You disappoint me,
Antonia," Stan told the bewildered youngster.  "I know that Polly and
Susan will be let down as well," the Handler added for effect.

Antonia was thoroughly flummoxed.  On the one hand, everything she'd
been taught by society told her that to allow a stranger to put his
finger up her "you know" - Antonia blushed at the thought - was
something good girls shouldn't do.  However, the other girls who
shared her new home, some older, some much younger that Antonia,
didn't seem to mind being touched by the men in white.  The girl named
Polly had explained to Antonia early on that the men here would always
treat her like a grownup, and that she never had to worry about being
thought of as a child ever again.  At the time, that prospect had
thrilled Antonia.  Finally, maybe somebody would respect her as a
living, breathing person instead of a little kid.  

Out of the blue Antonia was suddenly engulfed with memories about how
her mother had scolded her unmercifully for shaving her legs.  "All
her friends shaved, so why couldn't she?"  All she got for her trouble
was the stock answer, "Not yet, Antonia. You're just not old enough,
young lady."  She could hear her mother's voice echoing in her mind
even now, and she hated the sound.

Stan sat patiently, watching the little girl deliberate with her
conscience and her moral conditioning.  The highly trained Handler was
of course able to read Antonia's expressions and body language as
plainly as though her thoughts were printed on her forehead.  And when
Antonia at last made her decision, Stan was ready and waiting to help
her follow through.

"That's my girl," Stan said pleasantly as he rose from the bed. "We've
got a busy day today, and we should get started.  So tell me, darling.
Do you need to use the bathroom, still?"

"Uh, huh," Antonia said demurely with a nod of her pretty head.  The
man's finger inside of her made that feeling of needing to go seem
even more urgent.

"Alright then, let's go," the Handler said and started to escort the
pretty little brunette toward the hallway.  

Antonia found it rather disquieting that the big man in white insisted
upon keeping his finger "in there", and it was almost comical to see
the two of them as they moved together down the wide corridor in the
direction of the bathing facilities.  The Handler was forced to bend
quite far over in order to continue to provide Antonia with anal
presence, and as they walked, the pretty little girl would shoot
glances his way, her expression plainly revealing her displeasure.  

When at last the two of them arrived at a door marked "Bathing and
Toiletry", Antonia fully expected for the man to remove his finger and
then allow her to go on about her morning necessities.  Instead, to
her surprise, the Handler brought her to a stop then with his free
hand, he pushed the heavy door open and ushered her inside.

Not knowing what to expect, Antonia reminded her big companion as they
stepped into the white tiled room, "I... I really have to go, you
know."

"Patience, my dear," Stan responded casually as they crossed the tiled
floor in the direction of what looked like a small stream flowing
noisily across the floor.  Looking to her left, Antonia noted three
open stalls containing three standard toilets, but rather than
stopping, the man in white continued to guide her toward that curious
stream of water.  As they drew closer, Antonia saw that the water
flowed in a channel cut into the floor.  

The small canal looked to be about two feet wide and perhaps eight
inches deep and was tiled just like the rest of the room.  Clear water
issued from a rectangular opening in the far wall, flowed briskly down
the cut in the floor and then appeared to drain away at the far end.  

Antonia had absolutely no idea what the little creek was for and stood
gazing longingly in the direction of the toilet stalls until Stan
spoke.  "Here we are, sweetheart.  Let's get "number one" out of the
way first, shall we."  When Antonia gave him a look of total
confusion, the Handler explained, "Step over the channel with one
foot, and face the back of the room, please."  Still not comprehending
exactly what was expected of her, Antonia did as the Handler asked. As
she straddled the flowing water, Antonia noticed for the first time,
the row of auditorium style seats lining the back wall of the white
tiled room.   Thankfully they were empty.  

"When's he gonna let me go?" the pretty little girl wondered as the
big man in white knelt beside her.  "And when's he ever going to take
his finger out?"

"Ohhh," Antonia moaned unconsciously.  She really had to pee very
badly.

"What's the matter, darling?" Stan asked the lovely child.  "You're
obviously uncomfortable, so what are you waiting for, Antonia?" he
asked.

"W..what do you mean?" the pretty brunette asked obtusely.  Then she
winced slightly when the big man twisted his finger inside of her a
couple of times.  Antonia had to pee so badly she thought she would
burst.

"I'm waiting, Antonia," Stan said with just a trace of impatience.  He
felt her clamp down on his finger, her rectal muscles contracting in
sympathetic response as she fought to keep her bladder in check.

The gorgeous little girl looked at the man, her face clearly
expressing her dismay and lack of understanding.  Then like the light
coming on in the hall closet, Antonia suddenly realized what the
Handler wanted her to do.

Disbelief was her first reaction.  "You mean you want me to...?" the
uncomfortable little beauty allowed her question to fade away into a
stunned silence.  The Handler didn't answer her directly.  Instead he
placed his free hand onto Antonia's left hip and began to move his
hateful finger slowly in and out, shallowly at first, but then he
pushed in deeper, seemingly with each successive thrust, until Antonia
felt compelled to rise up onto the balls of her feet in an attempt to
relieve the intermittent pressure.

"Ohhh..." Antonia moaned, plaintively.  Even though she had to urinate
so badly she could practically taste it, the cute little girl thought
to herself, "I'll never be able to go like this."

Stan remained silent, for he knew that it was only a matter of time,
and although he had a busy schedule ahead of him that day with several
other young Guests awaiting his tutelage, the Handler understood that
a girl's first Assisted Toilet represented a huge hurdle along the
road to right thinking, and one that must be overcome.  Stan was
prepared to wait for as long as it took, although he also knew a few
"sweet spots" in the female anatomy which when manipulated correctly
would help to encourage her to empty her bladder practically on
demand.

"Just relax, darling," Stan purred as he moved his finger slowly in
and out... in and out... in and out.

"But. I just cannnnn't," Antonia whined pitifully.  She was utterly
mortified.  No one had ever watched her pee before, let alone a grown
man who's finger was..."you know".  

Little did the girl know that beginning tomorrow morning, the row of
seats along the rear wall of the chamber would be filled.  After this
morning, all of her personal hygiene, including bathing,  use of the
toilet and, of course, feminine sanitation and menstrual maintenance,
would be attended by her Handler at the very least, and usually a full
audience of volunteer observers as well.  Antonia, like all the Guests
of The Youth Training Center would come to believe that her sexuality
was no longer a private thing, but rather it was something which
should be freely shared.

Antonia was so disturbed by her situation that she didn't realize
she'd begun to pee until she actually heard her urine stream splash
into the flowing water of the channel between her feet, but once she
started, Antonia flowed like an artesian well.  

"That's my girl," she heard the man in white say as waves of relief
washed over her.  In fact, where moments earlier she'd been extremely
uncomfortable in the hands of the big man in white, for a minute or
two, Antonia was so distracted, that she forgot all about the "less
than private" circumstances of her toiletry.  She felt the man place
his big hand onto her tummy and begin to kneed the soft flesh of her
belly just above her pubic arch, and if the truth be known, it
actually felt pretty good.  Antonia's sense of self-consciousness
returned when she looked down and noticed that the Handler was peering
around her hip and studying her very closely when her urine stream
began to pulse in response to the spontaneous contractions of her
bladder as she finished up.

"All done?" Stan inquired casually of the embarrassed little girl when
he felt her contractions beneath his palm on her tummy subside and
then cease altogether.  Antonia blushed hotly and nodded.  Then after
glancing downward, she looked up abruptly and caught Stan's eye. "What
is it, sweetheart?" the Handler asked.  "Do we need to do a number
two?" he asked offhandedly.  

Again Antonia blushed at the man's forwardness.  Then she shook her
head.  It was kind of hard to tell with his finger up there and all,
but she didn't think she needed to go just now.  Antonia shuddered at
the thought of what would happen when that time did finally come,
though.  But right now all she really wanted was to get cleaned up.
Antonia felt wet and filthy.  "Have you got any toilet paper," she
asked retiringly.

"Why of course we do, darling," Stan answered cheerfully.  A good
Handler must be prepared for anything, and until such a time as
Antonia's schedule of personal hygiene could be integrated into an
agenda with the rest of the Wonder Wing Guests, the usual program of
Assisted Bathing would have to wait.  Stan, therefore would have to
resort to more a conventional means to cleanse his young charge.  From
the breast pocket of his standard issue white coverall, the Handler
produced a small wash cloth.  "Will this do?" he asked the girl,
holding the cloth up for her inspection.

Antonia looked at the little swatch of linen somewhat dubiously.  "I..
I suppose," she acquiesced at last and reached for the cloth.  She was
surprised to say the least when the Handler jerked the little
rectangle of fabric out of reach.  "Is he playing kids' games with
me?" she wondered cynically.  

"Hands at your sides, please, my dear," Stan instructed the astonished
eleven year old.

"But..."

"Drop your hands to your sides, Antonia," Stan ordered more tersely.
"And please stand still."  She gazed at him questioningly, but did as
she was told.  "Silence, Miss Lumas," the Handler was forced to say in
response to the girl's startled squeak the moment the soft linen
touched her.  "And keep your hands away," Stan said sharply when she
reached between her thighs, attempting to thwart his efforts there. As
a precaution, the Handler shifted the position of his finger inside
the little beauty's derriere in case she decided to debate him.  

Antonia couldn't remember ever having been subjected to a more
dehumanizing experience.   It took every ounce of what little
self-control she had left to resist grabbing the man's wrist or
twisting her body away from him.  Not since she was an infant had
anyone serviced Antonia in this manner.  For what seemed like a
lifetime, she was forced to stand and silently endure his touch as he
dabbed here and wiped there over her most private places.  As
degrading as the procedure was, Antonia had to admit that the big man
in white did seem to touch on all the right spots, leaving her feeling
utterly violated but reasonably clean none the less.

Following her morning toiletries, Antonia was escorted to breakfast by
her principal Handler.  Polly was there in the big common dining area,
and she waved, but Antonia wasn't feeling very sociable.  She was
distracted and extremely self-conscious of the fact that while she
picked half-heartedly at her breakfast, she was seated upon the right
hand of her Handler.  Stan sat beside her on the bench seat and ate
with his left hand.  His right arm was positioned behind the girl's
back, and his big right hand lay beneath her on the bench seat.  Her
little bottom was so petite that Stan could practically cradle her two
rounded buttocks in his one hand, and all but one of his fingers were
pressed between the bench and her soft, warm flesh.

The little brunette squirmed uneasily, and glanced at the Handler
ruefully on more than one occasion.  Stan knew she was uncomfortable,
and at one point he asked her to tell him what the problem was.
Antonia hated to even think about the man's finger in her rear end,
let alone talk about it, and looking around the room, she noticed that
none of the other girls were coupled with their Handler during
breakfast.  So, summoning her courage, Antonia asked her Handler why
she had been singled out and subjected to this kind of individual
attention.

"That's a very good question, Antonia, and one that deserves an
answer," Stan said agreeably.  Just then a little red headed girl
passed by close to their table, so the Handler turned and called her
over.  

She looked to be about the same age as Antonia - perhaps a year older
- and was just as cute as a button with big green eyes and hundreds of
freckles.  She had a slim build, with rather narrow hips and
incredibly long, slender legs.  Her petite body was starting to
blossom, and she sported two perfect little breast cones of firm white
flesh topped with rosy pink areolae the size of quarters.

"And how are you today, Bethany?" Stan asked in a cordial tone of
voice as he wrapped his left arm around the slender girl and pulled
her closer.  He felt her start to resist his advance, but she quickly
reconsidered.  "Progress," Stan thought confidently.  Her skin was
exceptionally soft and warm.  "Antonia, this is Bethany," the Handler
said by way of introduction.  The two girls looked at each other, but
remained silent.  "Antonia has only been with us for a short time,
Bethany, and she's curious about the CAP Program.  Perhaps you can
help Antonia understand."  

The little red head nodded hesitantly.  She herself had only been in
residence for a little over two months, but according to her Handler
and many of her more casual partners, Bethany O'Donald was progressing
nicely.  Stan allowed his free hand to slip down to Bethany's pert
little back side where his finger tips came to rest on a small, hard
disk that  protruded from between her somewhat skinny buttocks.

"Turn around, please, Bethany," Stan told the pretty little girl and
moved his hand to her hip as she slowly complied with his wishes.
"Thank you, Bethany.  Now hold still please," Stan instructed.
Speaking to Antonia the Handler explained, "The instrument that
Bethany is carrying is called a CAP Device.  What you see here," he
said as he grasped the puck shaped disk between his thumb and index
finger, "is only a small part of the device - the tip of the iceberg
so to speak," Stan added with a chuckle.  "The rest is inside.  Right,
Bethany," he asked rhetorically as he began to twist the small black
cylinder first one way and then the other like a safe cracker dialing
a combination lock.  Antonia looked on, utterly astonished as the
lithe little red head accepted the Handler's touch with a noticeable
shiver.  "That doesn't hurt, does it, Bethany?" Stan asked soothingly.

"Uh uh," the little girl replied, shaking her head.

"And have we been doing our exercises, my dear?" Stan inquired, giving
her CAP a gentle tug and testing her muscle control.  

"Uh huh," she responded with a timid nod.

A smile spread across the Handler's face when he felt the pretty young
girl clamp down on the composite appliance in an effort to hold onto
it.  "Good girl, Bethany," Stan complimented her.  "You're doing very
well, sweetheart," he added, releasing her CAP.  Then he gave her an
affectionate little pat on the rear.  Then turning to Antonia he
asked, "Do you have any questions for Bethany, my dear?"

Antonia was too befuddled to speak at first as a thousand questions
flooded her conscious mind.  She wanted to ask the red headed girl why
she walked around all day with that thing in her rear end.  "Why
didn't she take it out?  How big is it?  What happens when she has to
go to the bathroom?"  However, when at last she found her tongue the
only question she could think of was, "Why?"

"Why does she have to keep that thing inside of her?" Antonia asked,
addressing her question to Stan, but it was Bethany who answered.

"It, like helps me to concentrate and to learn," the little girl spoke
calmly, keeping her eyes on those of the man in white.  "We all wear
one every day," Bethany continued.  "Don't worry, you'll get used to
it.  It just takes a little time.  That's all," the sweet youngster
assured her.

"Antonia doesn't have a CAP yet, Bethany, but she will the next time
you see her," Stan stated unequivocally.  "Thank you for your help, my
dear," he told the pretty little red head.  "You may run along now,
and I'm definitely going to tell your Handler how well you're doing
with your program, Bethany."  The little girl actually smiled at Stan.
She was understandably quite proud of herself.  

As the red headed girl walked away, Antonia found herself staring at
the small black object nestled between her slender buttocks.  An
unexpected shudder passed through the pretty brunette as she
reflexively bore down on her Handler's finger.  Somehow Antonia knew
with a cold certainty that very soon she too would be the bearer of
such a device. 

Antonia awoke the following morning as usual to the feeling of her
Handler's hands roaming freely over her body, his fingers pressing and
probing into what had once been her most private places.  Antonia
didn't have private places anymore.  She was an open book.  A soft
groan escaped her lips when, with Stan's help, she rolled onto her
back.  A dull ache pervaded her lower abdomen centering around the
foreign object lodged in her rear end.  Antonia didn't have much time
to consider her discomfort, however, before her Handler rolled on top
of her, and they began to kiss.  "He's got the longest tongue," the
sleepy little girl thought when she almost gagged on it.

After perhaps fifteen minutes of heavy petting Stan sat up in the big
bed and gazed down at his lovely young partner.  "She's getting much
better at kissing," the Handler mused as he noted the telltale blush
of ardor in Antonia's face and shoulders.  Smiling warmly down at the
pretty little brunette, Stan murmured, "I want us to try something new
this morning, Antonia before we get up, if that's OK with you."  

She was wide awake now, having shaken off the muzziness of the
morning's amorous activities, and gave Stan a suspicious look. Antonia
always worried whenever her Handler wanted to try "something new".
"OK, I guess," she replied after considering his request. Antonia was
beginning to learn that it really didn't matter whether or not she
wished to participate.  If one of the Handlers wanted her to do
something, she pretty much had to go along with it.

"That's my girl," Stan said in a complimentary tone, smiling warmly at
the lovely youngster.  "I want you to raise your knees, please
Antonia," the Handler instructed.  

"Now?" she asked after a second.

"Yes, please, Antonia."  As the girl slowly raised her knees, Stan
guided her legs apart.  A few months ago, Antonia would have been
thoroughly mortified to have a grown man spread her legs, but because
she and her Handler had developed a trusting relationship during her
time in residence, the lovely girl thought little of it. 

It is widely known that the Handler/Guest relationship can become
quite strong and binding, especially when the Guest is in her
formative and most impressionable years.  Stan had great hopes for the
Wonder Wing and its fresh new approach to female conditioning.

"Nice and wide for me.  Bring you heels up to your fanny, darling.
That's a good girl."

Antonia had exceptionally heavy labia majora, and unless Stan spread
her open fully, it was difficult to observe or access her vaginal
opening.

"Just relax for a minute, Antonia.  I'll be right back," her Handler
instructed her unexpectedly then rose and left the room.  

When he'd been gone for fifteen minutes or more, Antonia began to get
very self-conscious, lying there with her legs spread.  "What if
somebody walks by?" the pretty brunette worried, looking toward the
open doorway to her sleeping quarters.  "Where is he?" she muttered to
herself when another five minutes had passed.  She considered closing
her legs together.  "Would he be angry with me?" she wondered.
"Probably."  Antonia had decided that she should do exactly as she'd
been told and keep her legs spread no matter what, when at last Stan
returned.

"Sorry, darling," he said casually, taking a seat on the edge of the
bed adjacent to Antonia's hips.  "Had a little emergency," he
explained as he put his hand on the pretty brunette, and sliding the
heel of his thumb between Antonia's heavy labia, Stan began to work
with the girl, encouraging her nubile body to prepare for copulation.
Even at eleven years of age, thanks to the remarkable effects of
Thelazine, Antonia's reproductive anatomy would soon begin to
participate.  "That's how it begins - first the body then the mind.
Eventually every young lady becomes a participant," Stan reminded
himself, confident in the cornerstone postulate of the TYTC doctrine. 
However, as Stan had witnessed on many occasions over the years, some
young ladies are far less responsive to suggestion than others.  Just
a very few minutes ago, for example, Stan had assisted in a Group
Corrective Opportunity called by the Handler of one particularly
defiant youngster.  Stan had been on his way back to Antonia's
sleeping quarters from R&D where he'd picked up one of the new VEE
devices, when up ahead of him in the main corridor, he'd heard one
heck of a racket.  Presuming that a GCO was in progress, the seasoned
Handler hurried along to see if his services might be required.  It
sounded like it was right outside of the West Dormitory and sure
enough, when Stan rounded the corner at the "tee" junction of the
central corridor, immediately to his left a small group was gathered.
As he approached Stan counted five men in white coveralls crowded
closely around the object of their attention.  

"What's her name?" Stan whispered to one of his colleagues who
patiently awaited his turn with the uncooperative Guest.  

"Madeline Mitchell, I think," the other man answered in a hushed
voice.  His name was Brandon.  Stan knew Brandon on a casual basis but
had yet to work with the man.  

"Who's leading?" Stan inquired after a thoughtful nod acknowledging
the man's answer to his original question. 

"I believe it's Tim's lead," Brandon answered helpfully.  "He's her
Principal Handler."

Suddenly a commanding voice rose above the din.  "Silence Miss
Mitchell, and pay attention please!"  Three loud slapping reports of
flesh upon flesh were followed immediately by a muffled squeal.
"Silence Miss Mitchell the authoritative voice repeated," as Stan
shifted position for a better view.  

`Ah, yes, Stan," said under his breath.  "I've seen her around.  Jeez,
she even looks like a contrarian," the Handler commented to no one in
particular.  

In the center of the semi-circle of men dressed in white coveralls
stood a raven haired beauty.  Although she'd been positioned facing
away from Stan, the Handler caught a glimpse of her face when she
turned at the request of her partner.

"Look at me, Miss Mitchell," the man standing immediately behind the
young lady barked.  His hands encircled the girl's slender waist, and
his hips moved steadily back and forth in a slow, measured cadence.
"Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or
partners while being attended to, Miss Mitchell," the Handler in
charge quoted from the sidelines.

"She's nice looking," Stan thought.  "But she's obviously in her
mid-teens, and they can be so difficult at that age," he reflected.

The Guest had been placed in the Standing Service Position, and she'd
been allowed to brace herself by putting her hands on the wall in
front of her.  Standing beside her, the girl's Principal Handler
coached her regarding her stance and form.  "Head up," Miss Mitchell,
"and arch that back," he spoke authoritatively.  "Arch harder," he
barked.  "Get that little rear end up in the air, young lady," then he
nodded to her partner.  Without giving the girl any inkling of his
intentions, the professional man abruptly delivered five rapid thrusts
before returning to a slow measure stroke cadence.  Stan could plainly
see the shock etched upon her lovely face as the dark haired teenager
struggled to catch her breath following the rapid series of jabs.

"I need a Greeter, please," the Lead Handler said, addressing the
group.  Stan looked at the others to see if someone else might wish to
volunteer and then stepped forward.  "Ben, stand her up, please," her
Principal Handler, Tim, ordered.  

Thrusting himself fully into the lovely young girl, her professional
lover pulled her away from the wall and turned her to face Stan.  Then
taking a fistful of thick raven hair in his left hand, the Handler
reached down and grasped the butt end of her CAP Device with his
right.  Only then did he disengage himself from unhappy teenager.  Not
a word was spoken, as verbal communication between the group of
professionals was usually unnecessary.  Glancing downward briefly,
Stan noted the girl's stance.  Her partner, Ben, had positioned the
pretty teen reasonably well, and a couple of light taps with the side
of his foot against the insides of her ankles was all that was
required of Stan in order to encourage the girl to spread her feet to
shoulder width.  Her dark eyes were wild with both fear and fury as
Stan moved closer in preparation for executing the Standard Greeting.
Giving the girl a confident smile, Stan reached for her, causing her
to recoil from him. "Easy, my dear," Stan murmured as he placed his
left hand onto her cheek and gently stroked her soft skin.  Meanwhile,
Ben lifted upward on the butt end of her CAP Device, raising her up
onto her tiptoes, and making it virtually impossible for the her to
lash out at Stan unexpectedly with her feet.  A soft groan escaped her
lips, but Stan chose to ignore it this once as was his prerogative as
Greeter.  The manipulation of her CAP by Ben also caused the dark
haired beauty to thrust her pelvis forward in an effort to lessen some
of the pressure exerted by the impaling apparatus upon her delicate
rectal tissues.  Concurrently, and much like a carefully choreographed
dance step, as the girl elevated her pelvic girdle, Stan reached down
to her with his right hand.

"Good morning, my dear," Stan spoke calmly and cordially as his finger
tips brushed across the young lady's rather sparsely covered vulva.
"And how are we today?" Stan asked rhetorically as he moved his
fingers into the proper position between her slender thighs.   

Madeline's dark eyes flashed with shock and indignation as for what
seemed like the hundredth time that day, yet another stranger was
touching her.  Just moments earlier she'd been raped by one of the
monsters in white, but even that didn't seem to affect her like being
forced to submit to the Standard Greeting.  Madeline felt that this
particular form of perverse invasion on her person was even more
infuriating and humiliating than being raped.  The way the men talked
to her so calmly and casually while they took liberties with her was
so utterly loathsome to Madeline that she found it nearly impossible
to control her anger, let alone do what they told her to do.
Reflexively the teenager dropped her eyes to the man's hand between
her legs and was instantly reprimanded.

"Look at me, please, my dear," the latest defiler prompted.  "Guests
shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners while
being attended to," the man stated, quoting one of their fiendish
rules.

Stan gazed into the young lady's dark eyes, gauging her degree of
attentiveness, before proceeding.  Satisfied at last that she was at
least making some effort to focus, Stan moved on.

Every Guest at TYTC is expected to submit to the Standard Greeting, a
casual tactile examination of her intimate person, often several times
a day.  Although a Guest will eventually conform and learn to
accommodate the protocol without opposition, the steady erosion of her
self-image, resulting from repeated intrusions upon her privacy,
represents a significant part of her overall program of conditioning.
The following steps illustrate the proper way to administer the
Standard Greeting.

Step One		The Guest shall be positioned directly in
front the Greeter.
Step Two		The Guest shall stand straight with her hands
at her sides and her eyes to the front.  She shall not look down nor
avert her gaze at any time.
Step Three		Upon hearing the Greeter's salutation, "Good
morning (afternoon/evening), Miss (Her Last Name) or `My Dear'," the
Guest shall move her feet apart to approximately the width of her
shoulders.
Step Four		The Guest shall raise her eyes such that she
looks the Greeter directly in the eye.  Furthermore, she shall
maintain direct eye contact with the Greeter until such time as he
chooses to release her.
Step Five		The Greeter places his hand on the Guest.
[Note: It is important to look into the Guest's eyes when initial
contact is made.  Often a smile helps to instill a sense of authority.
In any case, she must be made to understand that you are in charge.]
Step Six 		The Greeter begins palpation of the vulva.
[Note: Depending upon her age and relative size, the Guest may be
required at this time to further widen her stance in order to
facilitate access.] 
Step Seven		No matter her size, one should begin by
pressing the heal of the hand tightly against the pubic mons. [See
Diagram Below] Next extend the fingers between the thighs, placing
them onto the labia majora. [Note: Exact finger placement is
discretionary, but experience has shown that the most efficient
contact is made by spreading the fingers such that the index and first
fingers are placed on one side of the vulvar cleft, and the ring and
little fingers are placed on the opposite side.]
Step Eight 		Begin palpation by pressing upward firmly
against the labia majora with the finger tips.
Step Nine		Next, slide your hand down and back until the
inner buttocks can be felt with the fingertips.  Press upward again
and make a partial fist. [This is the "Cup"]
Step Ten		Begin the Interview while repeatedly squeezing
the labia majora between the fingertips and the heel of the hand.  If
a pubic covering is present, intermittent tugging or toying with the
pubic hair is a worthwhile technique to employ.  With younger,
pre-pubescent females, or whenever there is no pubic hair present, or
if the covering is extremely sparse, alternating gentle pinches on
either side of the labia majora can be quite effective.  [Note:
Remember to maintain eye contact and acknowledge any expression of
discomfort with a confident smile.  Recommended Questions: Name, Age,
Time in Residence, Name of Principal, How she feels about program,
etc.]
Step Eleven		Shift first finger carefully into position
directly over the pudendal cleft in preparation for vaginal entry.
Avoid moving first finger between labia majora until just prior to
insertion into vagina.  Guest should be engaged in conversation in
order for entry to be most effective. [Caution: Thelazine can cause
vaginal mucous to collect in the vulvar cleft as well as along the
edges of the labia majora.  In extreme cases these natural lubricants
can cause one to inadvertently delve between the labia majora prior to
vaginal insertion.  Should this happen, it is recommended that the
fingers be returned to the outer surfaces of the labia, and that
further conversation with the Guest be initiated as a distraction
before again attempting vaginal penetration.]
Step Twelve  	Vaginal entry should be accomplished swiftly and if
possible in one fluid motion.  To be most effective, the Guest should
receive little to no warning that she is about to be compromised.  The
entry should be thorough, extending the first finger as far up into
the vagina as possible. [Make a mental note of the Guest's vaginal
fitness upon initial penetration.  Recommend Kegel or other exercises
as necessary.]
Step Thirteen	 Keep finger deeply involved for several minutes,
during which time conversation should be kept to a minimum.  Carefully
observe her facial expressions.  Any indication of willfulness at this
point should immediately be met with corrective action.  If after a
minute or two she exhibits no signs of reticence, you may: (1) Remove
your hand and secure the exercise.  (2) Go back to the interview while
maintaining vaginal presence.  (3) Begin vaginal fitness drills.
[Note: Many Handlers believe that the greatest amount of personal
information can be gleaned from a Guest's facial expression and body
language during vaginal penetration.  For this reason they will often
hold the more specific questions regarding her sexual history, etc.
until after the Guest is penetrated.] 





CAUTION !!!		Even very young females when placed in a
compromising position can become unexpectedly violent.  Exercise care
during this and all regimens that involve close quarters contact, or
use an approved restraining device.

In summary: The primary objectives of the Standard Greeting are
twofold.  First and most importantly, it is designed to instill a
sense of powerlessness and submissiveness in our Guests by
demonstrating to them that their sexuality is no longer under their
direct control.  And secondly, it provides a means by which TYTC staff
members can gather personal and private information that the Guests
would otherwise not wish to make public.
 
Consistent with his training, Stan closely monitored the Mitchell
girl's expressions as he began to palpate her resilient labia majora.
Her dark eyes flared as Stan pressed upward against her warm lips.
Like every Handler in the employ of The Youth Training Center, Stan
was able to interpret the nuances of her rapidly changing facial
expressions as though he were consulting an owner's manual for the
pretty teenager.  Her reputed wrathfulness was plainly visible and so
close to the surface that Stan fully expected the handsome young lady
to launch into a heated tirade at any moment.  

"May I have your name, please, my dear," Stan inquired as he pressed
upward against her and then spread his fingers, effectively opening
the girl and exposing her pre-moistened intimate folds to the coolness
of the hallway air.  Meanwhile he kept his eyes fastened to hers,
watching closely as she struggled to control her growing fury and
indignation.  She hesitated a little too long.

"Your companion wishes to know your name," the girl's Principal
Handler, Tim, stated flatly and nodded to Ben, her controlling
attendant in charge of correction.  Ben waited for three to five
seconds and then gave her CAP Device a firm pat with the fingers of
his right hand.  Having withstood the test of time, the methodology
was tried and true.  Literally hundreds of young ladies have become
intimately familiar with their lower abdominal cavities thanks to the
marvelous efficiency of the Continuous Anal Presence Device.

"Huhhh," the raven haired beauty huffed softly and raised up onto her
tiptoes.  At the same time her dark, angry eyes grew wide with
astonishment as virtually all of the energy of Ben's precise tap was
conducted by the advanced composite material of her CAP and delivered
to the base of her spine.  She wasn't injured, only surprised.  Ben
had a delicate touch.

"Your name, please, my dear," Stan repeated as he continued to
manipulate her most private flesh.  She was quite damp down there,
both from the Thelazine effect as well as from her previous lover's
attentions.  Stan doubted if Ben had inseminated the girl yet as that
usually comes later on in the GCO.  In any case, because of her
dampness, Stan had to exercise great care not to allow his fingers to
slip between her labia until he was prepared to enter the girl.

"Huugghh!" the pretty teenager grunted a bit louder as she received
another correction.  
"Be still, young lady!" Stan ordered with surprising authority.
"Guests shall remain silent while being attended to," he said, quoting
the Seventh Standard.

She glared at him with unveiled hostility, but rather than risk
another internal blow, the lovely dark haired girl lowered her gaze
for a second.  "Madeline," she capitulated.  "My name's Madeline
Mitchell."

"Thank you, Miss Mitchell," Stan commented calmly as he squeezed her
labia together between his two middle fingers.  "Look at me, please,
Miss Mitchell," the Handler insisted.  No sooner had she raised her
dark eyes to his,  Stan with practiced ease, slipped his long middle
finger up into her vaginal passage in one fluid motion.  She reacted
with a violent shudder, but managed to remain silent while Stan made
himself at home inside of her.  "And how old are you, Miss Mitchell?"
the Handler asked as he began to probe about with his finger,
exploring the convolutions of her vaginal wall.

Her lower lip quivered noticeably as the girl reluctantly endured the
man's invasion on her person.  "F..fourteen.  Al..almost fifteen," she
answered.

"I see," Stan responded.  He began to move his finger slowly in and
out of the girl as he studied her handsome face.  "Tell me, Miss
Mitchell.  Were you sexually active before joining our little family?"
Stan watched the blood rise in her cheeks like the mercury in a
thermometer.  She stared at him darkly and her facial expression
clearly described her shock and indignity.  

Madeline groaned softly and glanced back briefly when the man behind
her moved the hideous thing they'd put into her rear end ever so
slightly.

"Look at me, Miss Mitchell and answer my question, please," Stan
instructed.  

Snapping her head to the front, she glared defiantly at the despicable
man.  His finger continued to move slowly in and out, driving Madeline
crazy with frustration and shame.  "Enough is enough1" she decided.
Clenching her jaw tightly she hissed at the man through her teeth,
"Kiss my ass!"

Stan reacted by glancing toward the girl's Principal Handler, Tim.  It
was up to him as to whether Stan should go on with the greeting
protocol or abandon it in leu of further action.  If it was up to him,
Stan would have called for another volunteer and probably would have
escalated the level of the GCO at that time.  

As if the man had read his mind, Tim turned to Stan and said, "Thank
you my friend.  You never fail to make a contribution, whatever the
cause."

"You're entirely welcome, Tim.  Anytime at all," Stan replied, as
without so much as another glance in her direction he removed his hand
from the stubborn girl and stepped back.

Stan felt no sense of failure as far as the Guest was concerned.  In a
Group Corrective Opportunity no single individual was expected to make
a significant impression on the Guest.  In fact, the true
effectiveness of the procedure depended upon gathering together a
goodly number of participants.  Being compelled to accommodate
numerous partners over a relatively short period of time is what left
the more indelible impression on the Guest rather than the individual
efforts of the volunteers themselves.

Even as Stan was turning to leave, another man dressed in glowing
white coveralls stepped up to the head strong beauty.  Stan didn't
recognize the man and lingered for a moment to critique his
craftsmanship.  The demand for accommodating female partners was on
the rise, and as a result The Center was forced to train new Handlers
practically every week.  While Stan and the others looked on, the
young man stepped in front of the dark haired teenager, and with a
couple of light kicks to her ankles encouraged her to widen her
stance.  She said something, but Stan couldn't hear exactly what, and
then she purposely turned her head to the side, facing away from the
young Handler.  The man said nothing, but reached out with his big
right hand, grabbed the girl firmly by the chin and steered her eyes
back to his.  She started to struggle a little, then suddenly she rose
up onto her tip toes.  Stan smiled, marveling once again at the
incredible effectiveness of the CAP Device as a training aid.  In the
mean time the young Handler had raised the lower zipper of his
coverall and stood ready with his fully erect manhood clutched in his
left hand.  Stan raised his eyebrows.  The young man was very well
endowed.  Without further comment, the Handler stepped closer to the
Mitchell girl.  Then standing almost nose to nose with the stubborn
teenager, the young man bent his knees slightly.  Stan couldn't really
see what was going on, but he had a pretty good idea anyway.  Seconds
later the young Handler straightened his legs and entered the dark
haired beauty quickly and efficiently.  Stan and the others heard a
visceral grunt followed by a cry of frustration and anguish.  Then a
man's voice stated in a commanding tone, "Silence, Miss Mitchell!
Guests shall remain silent while being attended to."

"Fuck you!" the girl screamed followed quickly by a snorting groan
and, "Ohh...ugghh...ugghh!"

"Silence, Miss Mitchell!  Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to."

Stan chuckled under his breath as he turned away.  "They all fight at
first.  I suppose they have too," he reflected.  But the tenured
Handler knew with a certainty which came from years of experience and
one success story after another that in just a very few weeks the
Mitchell girl's attitude will have taken a one hundred eighty degree
turn for the better.  The program of conditioning at The Youth
Training Center was brilliant in conception and stunningly effective
in practice.  Even a head strong, seemingly impossible young lady like
Miss Mitchell would eventually surrender to a regular routine of
sexually oriented exercise and training tailored precisely to fit her
individual needs.  

Stan would make a point of checking in on the young lady in a week or
two just to see how she was progressing, but for now he had other
matters to attend to.  He did wonder briefly how a young lady such as
Miss Mitchell who had already entered her teenage years would respond
to the new Wonder Wing method.  Perhaps he'd put in a request for a
suitable subject one day in the not to distant future and test his
theory, but for the time being Stan had a more than enough work to
occupy his time.  

Behind him the hallway echoed with a series of vigorous gasps and the
soft slapping sound of thigh upon buttock.  

"Silence, Miss Mitchell!  Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to," a man's voice ordered.

Stan smiled and shook his head as he walked purposefully down the
central corridor on his way back to the Wonder Wing.

Antonia gazed up at Stan with a curious expression on her face as the
Handler continued to manipulate her intimate flesh.  His taking such
liberties with her didn't seem to upset her as much as it had a week
ago, because since that time the pretty eleven year old had become
more or less accustomed to his touch.  Antonia had awakened every
morning to the feeling of the man's hands on her and by now his
attentions were almost second nature to her.

"You're a good girl, Antonia, darling," Stan murmured affectionately
as he slid his thumb slowly up and down between the moist rose petals
of her diminutive inner lips.  "And because you're getting to be such
a mature young lady, we're going to start you on a new exercise
program every morning.  Would you like that, sweetheart?"  The
gorgeous little brunette didn't answer, but neither did she refuse and
continued to stare calmly down at Stan.

With a warm smile, Stan reached behind his back and unzipped his belt
kit.  From it he withdrew a shining metallic device.  When he showed
the tapered silver wand to Antonia, the pretty girl's expression
immediately clouded over with concern.  Seeing this, Stan said
reassuringly, "Now, now, darling.  Don't go getting yourself all
upset.  You'll be really surprised when you see how easy this exercise
is.  What we're going to be doing, Antonia, is working with some
muscles you probably didn't even know you have, and in order to do
that, we're going to use this little instrument," Stan explained,  and
then handed the slender instrument to the youngster so she could get a
better look at it.  The exquisite little brunette stared dubiously at
the shining device, handling it gingerly like it was hot.   Antonia
was about to voice her concerns when Stan placed his finger to his
lips, indicating that she should remain silent.

"Before you ask a lot of silly questions, Antonia, why don't you let
me explain.  This instrument is called simply a "VEE"," Stan said.
"Here, you take it for a minute," he offered and handed the little
wand to the nervous youngster.  She took device gingerly in her little
hand, and looked at it more closely.  

The V.E.E. or Vaginal Expander/Exerciser was the latest innovation to
come out of the TYTC Research and Development Center.  Approximately
ten inches in length, the unique device was designed primarily with
the younger Guest in mind.  The three quarter inch diameter stainless
steel handle tapered to a slender tip less than one eighth of an inch
in diameter.  The tip was also constructed of smooth stainless steel
for the majority of its five inch length with the exception of the
last inch, and it was this final inch that represented the true genius
behind the sophisticated instrument.  Fashioned of a highly
specialized, linear liquid crystal polymer, the black satin tip of the
VEE ended in a rounded point to facilitate easy and painless insertion
into the vagina, and due to its slim design Guests of a very tender
age experienced no difficulty accepting it.  In fact, in the hands of
a trained individual, even virginal young ladies can be accessed and
exercised through the tiny opening in the hymen, while leaving the
delicate membrane completely in tact.

If the truth be known, it is this specific capability that has drawn
the greatest amount of interest in the VEE among the ranks of the TYTC
Handlers.  Since its inception in 1986, The Youth Training Center has
worked with hundreds of young ladies of all ages, many of whom are
enrolled by an acquaintance or loved one for the sole purpose of
encouraging her to become more accommodating.  Many times the Guest
comes to the Center having had no prior sexual experience, and often
the client will request that her innocence be preserved.  This
presents some difficulty, but our staff is always more than happy to
accommodate the desires of our clientele.  By honoring such a request
however, naturally we must omit one very important aspect of a young
lady's physical training; that being vaginal fitness.

Although the experience of ushering a young lady into womanhood can be
quite satisfying in its uniqueness, the fact that, baring one or two
rare exceptions to the rule, virginal females are usually sadly
lacking in vaginal agility, strength and stamina.  The only way for a
young lady to develop such skills is through experience and practice -
practice which requires exercising the vaginal wall and abdominal
floor muscles which until recently required vaginal penetration and
consequently, defloration.  Quite a dilemma really, when you think
about it - a real "Catch 22".  Enter the revolutionary Vaginal
Expander/Exerciser.  

As was stated earlier, because of its slender design profile, the tip
of the VEE can be almost effortlessly inserted into the vagina through
the small, nictitating aperture in the hymen without compromising the
delicate membrane itself.  It takes a little practice and a steady
hand, but to date none of our staff have experienced any real
difficulty.  Once the polymer tip of the VEE device is fully
introduced into the vaginal passage, the true genius of the instrument
comes into play.  Located inside the larger diameter handle of the
device is a small refillable cylinder of compressed gas.  By rotating
a calibrated valve handle fitted into the butt end of the VEE, a
metered portion of gas inflates the specialized polymer tip, into a
sturdy lozenge shaped balloon to whatever preset diameter the operator
chooses up to one and one half inches in diameter.  By expanding the
end of the instrument we introduce mass into the birth canal,
providing the subject with possibly her first sense of vaginal
presence, and giving her something to "grab onto" during exercise. The
enlarged tip of the device can then drawn up and down the vaginal
passage, evenly exercising the muscles along its entire length.  As a
bonus, the exercise simulates copulation to a degree, and can provoke
the expected physiological and psychological responses. 

The Vaginal Expander/Exerciser, like any specialized instrument,
should not be used without proper training.  At the very least,
defloration of the virginal female will result should the tip of the
VEE be inflated within or in close proximity to the vaginal opening
(Distance varies with the individual).  In order to avoid
unintentional defloration, one must be certain that the end of the
instrument is fully inserted into the vaginal passage  prior to
operating the expansion valve.  In addition, care should be taken when
using the device to simulate copulation so as not to retract the
expanded end of the VEE to the point where it might damage the hymen
from the inside.  Obviously, the instrument must be deflated before
removal from the vagina.  All in all, the Vaginal Expander/Exerciser
is an exceptional device that can provide a young lady with all of the
benefits of a penetrative vaginal workout while leaving her maidenhood
in tact.  

Pointing to the slender tip of the VEE device, Stan explained, "When
we're ready, I'm going to slide the skinny end of the instrument into
your vagina, Antonia.  You do remember where your vagina is, don't
you, sweetheart?"

"Uh huh," Antonia answered softly and pointed between her legs.  

"That's right, darling.  You've been doing your homework," Stan said,
giving her an approving smile.

Antonia furrowed her brow and frowned at the gleaming silver
instrument she held in her hand.  "Is it gonna hurt?" she asked
timidly.

"Of course not, honey," Stan responded immediately.  "Have I ever done
anything to hurt you before, Antonia?" he asked the uneasy little
girl.  "Well, have I?" he asked again when she didn't answer.  She was
intently focused on the slender steel wand she held.

"Well, no..I," she answered distractedly.  Then she looked up at Stan
and added, "Maybe a little when you put your finger in my.. in my,"
she shrugged self-consciously and left her sentence unfinished.

"In your what, Antonia?" Stan pressed, reaching for the VEE device.

The little beauty blushed hotly and let the Handler take the small
instrument from her.

"Tell me what I did with my finger that hurt you, Antonia," Stan
insisted.  As a part of her training he would often require Antonia to
describe for him in graphic detail many of the procedures he used with
her, feeling that recounting their experiences together helped Antonia
to reaffirm their relationship in her mind.

"You know," the enchanting eleven year old responded bashfully,
blushing all the hotter.  Then after a brief hesitation she said in a
barely audible voice, "When you put your finger up inside my...inside
my...my backside." 

"Antonia, you know perfectly well that I use my finger to help you
focus and concentrate.  It doesn't really hurt.  You just don't like
it very much, that's all.  Isn't that a little closer to the truth?"
he asked, smiling at the exquisite little girl.  Again she blushed,
but this time Stan was certain it resulted from his catching her
little fib.  Stan wasn't surprised for he'd introduced Antonia to anal
presence only five days ago.  She was uncomfortable with it at first,
they always were, but already she'd accepted the protocol as being a
part of her daily routine.  Antonia was in the habit of waiting for
her Handler now after they crawled out of bed in the morning.  Only
after Stan had his middle finger firmly ensconced in her anal passage
did the two of them leave Antonia's sleeping quarters and walk
together to the bathing facilities.  In another few days Stan would
take her down to Medical and have her fitted for her CAP Device.
Unlike the older Guests of The Youth Training Center who were usually
CAP'd immediately upon induction, many of the Wonder Wing residents
relied for several weeks upon their Handlers or other attendants to
provide manual presence.  It made for a slight staffing problem, but
Stan was convinced that the increased personal attention went a long
way toward fostering stronger Handler/Guest relationships.

"OK, darling," Stan said placing his left hand onto one of the sweet
child's knees.  "Let's have a closer look at you this morning.  He was
very pleased that the fetching pre-teen had kept her legs spread even
while he'd been out of the room.  It was a very good sign, and Stan
was proud of her.  Placing the VEE onto the bed close-by, the Handler
placed his other hand onto Antonia's left knee.  Then using both
hands, Stan pushed downward until her thighs were flat down on the
surface of the bed.  "They're so flexible at this age," he mused. Even
though Antonia's thighs were now spread apart quite widely, her heavy
labia majora persisted upon remaining closed together, blocking
further inspection of her more intimate folds and the small abdominal
opening which they guarded.

"Let's see, Antonia," Stan muttered as without further ado the
professional Handler, using his thumb and index finger, deftly parted
the girl's meaty outer lips, exposing the succulent pink flesh hidden
between.  As he did a most engaging aroma rose up from the girl and
tickled Stan's sense of smell.  He was quite pleased when upon closer
inspection he clearly noted a slight blush of moisture clinging to the
insides of the youngster's labia minora as well as in and around the
tiny vestibule surrounding the vaginal opening.


"You're very pretty down here, Antonia," Stan commented casually.  "I
swear she's getting wetter every day," he thought to himself.
Meanwhile he held her outer lips apart while he spat a small quantity
of saliva onto the index finger of his free hand and then slipped his
moistened digit between the youngster's labia.  "That's my girl," Stan
murmured affectionately, when the sweet child flinched slightly in
response to his intimate touch.  Then using a gentle sawing action, he
transferred his saliva onto Antonia, enhancing her natural lubrication
a bit.

"OK, I believe we're all ready now," Stan said offhandedly as he
picked up the shining metal wand and then shifted his position on the
bed in preparation for inserting the VEE into Antonia's vagina.  "I
want you to hold very still for me for just a couple of seconds,
darling," Stan instructed the lovely little brunette as he placed his
left hand softly onto her belly just above her pubic arch.  "I promise
I won't hurt you in the slightest, OK," he soothed as he massaged her
lower abdomen for a moment or two.  She looked up at him and nodded,
but her expression clearly portrayed her anxiety.  "Are you ready,
darling?" Stan asked as once again he used his index finger and thumb
to open her heavy labia.

"I...I guess," she whimpered.

"Just relax, sweetheart," Stan murmured in a fatherly tone as he
studied the youngster's small opening.  While he looked on the tiny
aperture in her hymen winked tightly closed.  Then a few seconds later
she began to dilate until her opening was nearly a quarter inch in
diameter, more than large enough to admit the slender tip of the VEE
device.  "That's my girl," Stan purred, allowing her labia majora to
close together briefly before spreading her open again.  Keeping the
specialized instrument poised and ready, the professional man let the
sweet child "wink" at him a few times.  After all, he was in no hurry
what-so-ever.  Her tiny protective membrane glistened with moisture,
indicating that she was beginning to self-lubricate.  Stan moved the
tip of the VEE a few centimeters closer, and the next time the
youngster dilated, he carefully slipped the instrument through her
opening and into her previously unexplored vaginal passage.  Stan made
no comment as he slowly advanced the wand until nearly three inches of
its slender tip had disappeared into the young girl.

Antonia shifted her hips ever so slightly, but that was the only
reaction she gave to being entered vaginally for the very first time.
Releasing her resilient outer labia, Stan transferred his free hand
back onto her tummy, allowing Antonia to close around the slender
shaft of the instrument.  The Handler pushed the device forward a
little more while he carefully monitored the youngster's facial
expression.  Additionally, with his hand on her belly, Stan could
detect any flexing of the abdominal muscles.  About another half inch
advanced into Antonia before Stan felt a slight resistance through the
handle of the wand.  At the same time the girl's huge dark eyes grew
noticeably wider, and her expression became introspective.  The
Handler knew she wasn't clamping down, for her belly remained soft and
warm beneath his palm.  Stan therefore concluded that he'd indeed
arrived near the end of Antonia's birth canal.

"How does that feel, darling?" the Handler whispered to his enchanting
young partner.  "That didn't hurt, did it?"

"Uh..uh," she replied timidly, shaking her head.  "It tickles a
little, though," she added.

"What did I tell you?" Stan told the girl with a warm smile.  Holding
the VEE carefully so as not to accidentally damage the hymen, the
Handler prepared to operate the pressure valve.  "Antonia, you're
about to experience a new sensation," he informed the girl after a
moment.  "No need to worry.  It's probably going to feel pretty good,
really" Stan added when she gave him a worried look.  "You might feel
a slight sense of fullness in your tummy, but trust me, darling,
that's completely normal.  Actually it might feel a little bit like
when I slip my finger into your rear end, only better," Stan assured
the attractive young girl.  "Just relax, and let your body adjust,
Antonia, darling."

With that Stan rotated the control on the end of the VEE device,
opening the gas valve and sending a measured charge to the polymer
tip.  Stan had selected an inflated diameter of half an inch to begin
with and watched the pretty eleven year old closely for the
unmistakable signs of internal involvement.  Deep inside of Antonia's
birth canal in the area known as the fornix the final inch of the
slender wand began to expand, filling what space there was between it
and the vaginal walls.  Then as compressed gas continued to inflate
the lozenge shaped end of the Vaginal Expander/Exerciser, the
convoluted walls of Antonia's vagina were gradually pushed outward.
There was no pain involved for the pliable walls of the birth canal
are designed to expand in order to accommodate greater volume.  All
the youngster would experience was possibly a mild stretching
sensation and perhaps a growing feeling of fullness in her belly.

The first sign that Antonia recognized that something was happening to
her came in the form of a curious expression on her lovely face.  Stan
caught it immediately.  "Are you alright, darling?" he inquired
keeping his voice calm.

Her huge brown eyes became slightly hazy for a moment as the
enchanting little girl turned her attention inward, focusing on her
"inner female", possibly for the first time in her life.  Then after a
prolonged blink of her eyes she was back.  Gazing down at the man in
white seated between her legs, it took the youngster a moment to
collect her thoughts.  For as Antonia would learn during her time in
residence at the Center, "trips inside" were thoroughly distracting,
taking precedence over all other conscious thought.  
The brief glazed look of Antonia's eyes is known by the professionals
at The Youth Training Center as "The Inward Stare", and is indicative
of a young lady on her way to becoming "Womb Centered" - a mindless
state where all prior societal conditioning and pre-conceived
inhibitions are cast aside, and the female becomes wholly focused on
her lover's presence and her duties in the relationship.  Long ago it
was discovered that a young lady is highly receptive to suggestion in
this trance-like state.  This revelation became the basis for the
premise at TYTC that "for any difficulty a Guest might have, there
exists a sexual solution."

Holding the Vaginal Expander/Exerciser firmly with both hands, Stan
asked in a calm voice,  "Does your tummy feel a little full now,
Antonia?"

"Ugh, uh..huh," she answered timidly. "Kinda," she added softly and
shifted her hips a little on the bed.

"Hold still, now," Stan cautioned.  Then he carefully adjusted the
control on the vaginal device to three quarters of an inch.  "It's
supposed to make your tummy feel nice and full, darling," Stan
murmured.  A second later, the enchanting brunette groaned softly in
surprise as her little tummy flexed hard in response to some mild
vaginal cramping.  Stan quickly rotated the control in the other
direction slightly, deflating the small balloon at the far end of
Antonia's birth canal just a bit and instantly relieving the cramps.

"OK?" he asked.

"I...I guess so," Antonia replied in a tiny worried voice.  "But I
feel kinda... funny down there," the sweet little girl added and
placed her hand onto her abdomen just below her belly button.

"That's very good, Antonia, sweetheart," Stan cooed softly then
covered her hand with his own on her tummy.  "I want you to
concentrate now, Antonia," Stan instructed the little beauty after a
few moments.  She looked down at him curiously.  "I want you to
concentrate on that feeling in your tummy, Antonia," the Handler told
her, and as he spoke he pushed inward ever so gently on the handle of
the VEE.

Inside the pretty eleven year old, the polymer tip of the instrument,
inflated now to approximately five eighths of an inch in diameter,
pressed against the youngster's cervix.  There was very little force
involved, but the pressure that the device exerted against the tiny
toroidal portal to her uterus provoked some unfamiliar and rather
confusing sensations at the very core of Antonia's femininity.  Her
big brown eyes widened accordingly.

"That's my girl," Stan murmured affectionately, maintaining a gentle
inward pressure on the handle of the specialized instrument.  "Look at
me, Antonia," he instructed when she closed her eyes for a moment.  "I
want you to look at me and tell me what you're feeling inside right
now, Antonia," the Handler coached as he pulled back on the handle of
the VEE, retracting instrument approximately one inch.  

Inside the inflated tip of the device pushed previously untouched
tissues aside, making room for itself in a new area of the snug, moist
passage.  Muscles the little eleven year old never knew she had
contracted around the lozenge shaped presence, testing its mass and
then telegraphing their findings to the pleasure centers of her brain
through Thelazine enhanced neural pathways.

"How does that feel, Antonia?" Stan whispered.  "Does it feel good,
sweetheart?  Tell me, Antonia."

"I...I...ugh...ugh," the little girl groaned softly as Stan pushed
inward once again on the handle of the VEE.  

Stan smiled at Antonia's reaction as she processed the startling new
signals radiating outward from her core femininity.  He felt the
muscles of her little tummy flex hard beneath the palm of his free
hand.  Her eyes were as big as saucers as she parted her soft pink
lips and stared at him with what can best be described as a look of
utter amazement.  

Stan estimated that at her tender age, the length of the little girl's
vaginal passage was approximately two to two and a half inches.
Bearing this in mind, the Handler began a slow cadence, introducing
the youngster to the sensation of having a foreign mass travel up and
down the length of her vaginal passage, and thanks to the innovative
Vaginal Expander/Exerciser that Stan so expertly wielded, this was
accomplished while leaving her hymen completely undisturbed.

"That's a good girl, Antonia," Stan said when after about ten minutes
her narrow hips suddenly jerked reflexively.  "Can you feel it moving
inside, darling?  Can you feel it pushing and pulling and pushing and
pulling," the Handler murmured.

"I...I... don't...I don't know what you want me to...to do," the
precious pre-teen said breathlessly.  Her eyes were wide and sparkling
and her cheeks were showing a definite blush of color.

Stan fell in love with the sweet child all over again as he paused his
cadence with the VEE for a moment.  He began to rub her tummy gently,
marveling at the warmth and softness of her skin.  Then slowly he
moved his hand downward over the resilient mound of her prominent
pubic mons.  "That's a good girl, Antonia," he murmured as he extended
his thumb between her full labia majora.  "I want you to do something
for me, Antonia," Stan said softly as he swept his thumb slowly over
moist inner lips as tender as rose petals and the erect little nubbin
at their juncture.

"Hu...huh?" she asked, distracted and confused.  Her mind was
beginning to wander as unfamiliar and exciting new feelings assaulted
her ability to reason.  She struggled to concentrate.

"You know how I taught you to squeeze my finger when I slide it up
into your fanny, Antonia?" Stan asked the lovely little girl.  She
nodded after a brief hesitation.  "I want you to concentrate on the
instrument inside of you, Antonia."  He moved the VEE slightly so she
could get oriented.  "Concentrate, now, Antonia and using those same
muscles you use when you squeeze my finger, I want you to squeeze the
instrument for me, please."

"But..." she said, slightly perplexed.

"Squeeze for me, Antonia," Stan instructed more sternly as he placed
his hand back onto her soft belly.  He'd reinserted the vaginal
instrument fully into the girl, so when he felt her tummy flex beneath
his palm, Stan waited for a second and then tugged gently on the
handle of the VEE.  "Squeeze for me, darling.  Squeeze harder,
Antonia," Stan coached.  His reward was an ever so slight amount of
resistance when he pulled on the handle of the vaginal device. "That's
my girl.  Again, please, darling."  Using short tugs on the handle of
the specialized instrument, the Handler gradually pulled the enlarged
end of the Vaginal Expander/Exerciser the length of the girl's vagina,
and each time he shifted the device, he directed his young charge to
bear down.  

"That's very good, Antonia," Stan complimented the pretty little girl.
"Now relax your muscles for a minute, darling," the Handler said as he
pushed gently on the VEE.  "Relax, Antonia," he instructed when he
felt her bear down reflexively.  She was resisting penetration.  It
was a perfectly natural female reaction, but one the little
enchantress would soon learn to control.  "I want you to concentrate,
now, Antonia.  I only want you to squeeze when I pull on the
instrument, not when I push it.  Imagine that you're trying to hold
onto it.  Try to keep me from pulling it out.  Do you understand,
Antonia?"

"I...I... uh huh," she nodded then shuddered when Stan advanced the
VEE device to the very back of her vagina.  

The Handler worked with the darling young brunette for another thirty
minutes or so, and by the end of that period of time she was beginning
to get the hang of rudimentary passage control.  If the truth be
known, by the time Stan deflated the tip of the vaginal device and
extracted it from Antonia, she'd accomplished a degree of proficiency
that many adult women may never achieve.  Setting the Vaginal
Expander/Exerciser aside for a moment, the Handler parted her
resilient outer labia with his thumbs and inspected the girl.
Antonia's maidenhead was completely intact, her anatomical virginity
uncompromised.  In fact, she "winked" at him again.

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