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Chapter Fourteen - Homecoming

American Beauty  


Antonia should have known that Domingo was somehow responsible for the
deportation.  After all, he'd been responsible for practically
everything else hurtful and ugly in her life.  He'd begun to pursue
Antonia almost the same day that she and her parents had stepped off
the plane from Rio de Janeiro.  Looking back on it now, Antonia
strongly suspected that Domingo's invitation for her parents to come
to the United States had been nothing more than an elaborate scheme
concocted by her uncle in order to seduce Antonia.  

Uncle Domingo had been living in the U.S. for about twelve years at
the time, and knew from correspondences with his sister that her
husband was having a terrible time finding gainful employment within
the depressed economy of his native Brazil.  Assuring his
brother-in-law that work was plentiful, and that he would have no
trouble finding a good paying job, he'd convinced Antonia's mother and
father to leave their home and come to the United States where they
would have the opportunity to provide for their pretty young daughter.
The "icing on the cake", though, came when he invited the three of
them to stay with him at his home in California until Antonia's dad
got a job and put aside enough money to get a place of his own.  "I've
got plenty of room," Domingo insisted.  As an added incentive he also
promised to hook his brother-in-law up with a guy he knew who worked
with the immigration department who could help him become a citizen if
he wished. 

It had been the perfect set up in the purest sense.  Everybody was
happy and excited.   Antonia, of course, had been thrilled beyond
belief.  What ten year old wouldn't be.   "I'm going to live in
California!" she told her friends excitedly.  Mr. Lumas was eager to
begin a new life with his family in the land of opportunity.  And
Domingo was, of course, looking forward to having Antonia living under
the same roof with him.  Only Antonia's mother regarded the whole idea
with reservation, but not wishing to tarnish the experience for her
husband and daughter, she kept her misgivings to herself.  She
promised herself, however, to keep a very close eye on Antonia while
they were in her brother's house.

Antonia's mother had good reason to be concerned, for she was one of a
very few people who knew from personal experience what Domingo was
capable of.  But that had been years ago when she herself was only a
girl.  "Surely her brother had seen the error of his ways and come to
his senses by now," she told herself in an effort to allay her fears.
Unfortunately for everyone concerned, Uncle Domingo had not mended his
ways at all, and Antonia would be the first to discover that fact. 

It started innocently enough as these kinds of things often did.  In
the beginning, Antonia was flattered by all of the attention her uncle
paid to her.  The tall, dark eyed man was always complimenting her
about her appearance and her intelligence, for he knew precisely how
to appeal to the little girl's sense of vanity as well as her inherent
desire to be thought of as mature.  Her Uncle Domingo made Antonia
feel important and desirable.  In fact, he began referring to her his
"Special Girl", but never when her mother was within earshot.
Eventually Antonia developed a healthy crush on her Uncle Domingo.
"He's kinda handsome, really," she told herself.  Besides, he'd been
so kind and generous to her mom and dad, never asking for a thing in
return.  If the Lumas's had only known that the true price of
Domingo's generosity would be the body and soul of their pretty young
daughter...  

Again, it was Antonia's mother who first suspected that all was not as
it should be.  But Domingo was very good at what he did, and she was
never able to catch him in the act or acquire enough tangible evidence
to approach her husband with her suspicions.  Antonia soon began to
exhibit the classic signs of an abused child.  As the weeks and months
went by, the once vivacious ten year old became ever more sullen and
withdrawn, and although Mrs. Lumas feared the worst, she couldn't
prove anything.  It was tremendously frustrating for the young mother
to stand by, knowing full well that her little girl was being sexually
exploited and yet be totally helpless to do anything to prevent it.   

Then one afternoon she overheard her older brother call Antonia his
"Special Girl" when he thought she wasn't listening.  Fighting the
urge to vomit, Mrs. Lumas rushed into the next room to find Domingo
alone with Antonia.  Unfortunately whatever was going on had already
happened before she made her surprise entrance.  Confident that his
sister hadn't seen anything of significance, Domingo had returned her
reproachful glare with a smug expression on his hawk-like face.
Standing beside him, Antonia stared at the floor, refusing to meet her
mother's gaze.  The little girl's cheeks were flushed, and she looked
embarrassed and afraid.  The angry young mother was sorely tempted to
interrogate the two of them right then and there, but deep down she
knew it would be fruitless.  Mrs. Lumas knew all too well how clever
her brother could be.  Domingo had undoubtedly extorted a vow of
secrecy out of Antonia, and naturally, he would deny anything and
everything.  

She knew with a cold certainty that it would be nearly impossible to
catch her brother in the act, for he had lightening fast hands, and he
was an accomplished liar. These skills were essential to Domingo as he
enjoyed pushing the envelope.  He derived a sick kind of excitement
out of seeing just how close he could come to getting caught in some
lewd act and still get away with it.  How well Mrs. Lumas recalled the
countless times when she was Antonia's age, when Domingo would wait
until the very last second to remove his hand from her underwear just
before their mother or father walked into the room.  On one such
occasion he'd actually sniffed his finger with their father standing
right in front of them.  Mrs. Lumas shivered at the memory, and gazing
down upon Antonia with pity, she shared her daughter's shame.  She
made a silent promise to Antonia that very day that she would not rest
until her wicked older brother was made to pay dearly for his
transgressions, both past and present.

In an effort to live up to that vow and to protect her daughter from
further abuse, Antonia's mom began to hound her older brother,
Domingo, never letting him out of her sight except to sleep.  The plan
seemed to be working, and within a couple of weeks Antonia was
starting to act like a typical, happy ten year old again.  Domingo on
the other hand, became morose and mean, and began to hint around that
his sister and her family had overstayed their welcome.  So, although
they really couldn't afford it yet, Mr. Lumas spent his days looking
for a place for them to call home after promising his brother-in-law
that they'd be out by the end of the month.  

That had been nearly three years ago in the fall with Antonia's
eleventh birthday only a week away. Mr. Lumas had managed to put a
down payment on a modest house in the valley, and the family looked
forward to the prospect of celebrating Antonia's birthday in their new
home.  Antonia, of course, was extremely exited about being another
year older, and all in all, things appeared to be on the mend and
hopeful.  

Mrs. Lumas still kept a close eye on her older brother, especially
when Antonia was around, and never left the two of them alone
together.  Domingo started to act a little more civilly toward her
husband, at least, but tended to scowl at his sister a lot when he
wasn't ignoring her altogether.  Then one day, just three days before
the big move, as though someone had thrown some kind of switch, Uncle
Domingo underwent a profound change of attitude.  He became cheerful
and animated, and seemed to genuinely regret having asked them to
leave, making her husband promise to bring the family around to visit
him often.  Mrs. Lumas was pleased although somewhat skeptical of her
brother's change of heart.  She wanted no part of any future visits,
but she tried to be gracious, and make the best of the time remaining
in spite of her misgivings.  

Call it a woman's intuition, but for some unexplainable reason she
seemed to know that something was up, and that whatever it was, her
brother was involved.  Domingo remained cool, though, weathering his
sister's occasional accusing stares with confidence and poise, making
her wonder if she had just been imagining things.  Then on Tuesday
morning, just two days before Antonia's eleventh birthday, Mr. and
Mrs. Lumas' little girl left for school and never returned.

[Author's Note - Interested readers may find a record of Antonia's
time away from home in the story entitled "Wonder Wing".]

For the Lumas family, the disappearance of their daughter was the
stuff of nightmares.    After months of intense investigations, the
authorities, both local and federal, were no closer to finding the
little girl than the day she'd vanished.  It was as though someone had
plucked Antonia from the face of the Earth.  Mr. and Mrs. Lumas ran
the usual gauntlet of emotions, and at one point were even on the
verge of divorce.  Uncle Domingo remained supportive and sympathetic,
claiming that he missed Antonia as much as the next person.  This was
of little comfort to Mrs. Lumas, for from the beginning she suspected
that her brother was somehow to blame for the tragedy, but of course,
no one could prove a thing.  

Mrs. Lumas did enjoy a brief glimmer of hope the day the family was
informed by the sheriff's office that they would each have to undergo
a polygraph test.  Thankfully she was spared the embarrassment of
being questioned directly about her own abuse at the hands of her
older brother, but the answers she was able to provide to the
investigators definitely implicated Domingo in her daughter's
disappearance.  As a result, her brother was made to squirm beneath
the spotlight of suspicion for several weeks.  But as it always
happened whenever Domingo was involved, nothing was ever proven, and
after awhile his name was struck from the scanty list of "persons of
interest".  Especially after he passed his own polygraph test with
flying colors.  Domingo was an accomplished liar.  The investigation
had arrived at an impasse, and after approximately six months the
Lumas Case was "de-prioritized".  Feeling utterly hopeless, the
distraught parents were fairly certain that things could not get any
worse.  Unfortunately, they were very wrong.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Uncle Domingo had once again been at
work behind the scenes.  Concerned that sooner or later his sister's
seemingly unending string of insinuations and accusations might fall
upon the wrong ears, Domingo paid a visit to his buddy at the local
office of the Immigration and Naturalization Service.  There was
simply too much at stake for Domingo to risk letting his "peasant
relatives" screw things up for him.  Caring nothing about either of
them or their pain, as far as Domingo was concerned, his sister and
her useless, wetback husband had accomplished their intended function
by delivering their delectable young daughter into his hands, and now
he only wished to be rid of them.  He'd invested a substantial amount
of time and money to acquire Antonia, and he wasn't about to lose the
girl now.  For unbeknownst to anyone "on the outside", Domingo's
pretty little niece was even now being prepared for him in a manner
that few could have imagined, by an institution that was so
exceptionally discrete, that it had taken nearly a year just to
finalize the contractual agreements.  

Judging from the correspondence he'd received and the conversations
he'd had with them thus far, Domingo had gotten the distinct
impression right away that these people definitely did things right.
Throughout the planning stages and right on through the actual
abduction, they'd worked with him and guided him, making the
experience as effortless as possible.  He'd been warned that his
niece's actual "schooling" might take as long as ten to eleven months,
possibly longer, during which time he should consider making some
changes in his personal life situation.  He was advised, for example,
that after waiting for a suitable period of time to avoid suspicion by
local law enforcement; four or five months should be sufficient; he
might wish to consider relocating his place of residence to another
state.  It would be a hassle, and it would probably be expensive, but
Domingo knew that in the end his efforts would be rewarded.  If he
played his cards right, he would realize a dream and quench a thirst
he'd had for years.  Antonia would be his entirely.  

Domingo was a patient man.  At one time he'd been reasonably well
connected with the organized crime faction in the "old country" and
still maintained a few useful contacts.  From his many past dealings
with these underworld figures, Domingo fully understood that these
kinds of arrangements took time, if you wanted the job done right.  He
suspected from the beginning that the people he'd turned Antonia over
to were in an entirely different league, exhibiting a level of
competence and professionalism unmatched by his South American
gangster friends. Meanwhile, all he had to do was deal with is in-laws
and keep his head down. 

Mr. and Mrs. Lumas' deportation orders arrived three days later.

As predicted Antonia's "schooling", as Domingo liked to think of it,
lasted almost exactly ten months.  In the mean time, he'd followed the
advice he'd been given and moved east to an isolated little town in
central Nebraska, effectively dropping out of sight and mind, and
there he awaited delivery of a most precious parcel.  

Domingo was finally given a firm date that Antonia would be coming
home, and as that highly anticipated day drew nearer, the middle age
man started to wonder.  "What would she be like?  She's nearly
thirteen now.  Would she hate him, or would she actually turn out to
be the answer to his dreams as was stated in the contract?"  So many
questions, many of which would soon be answered if things went the way
he hoped.  Uncle Domingo had big plans for his pretty niece.  

The one question that posed a real dilemma for Domingo was how he
should handle the thing with Antonia's parents, breaking the news to
her and the like.  By the way, they had not been heard from since the
day they were shipped back to South America.  Domingo had dropped a
hint with one of his old underworld contacts who owed him a favor, and
he suspected that the debt was now settled.  He would never know.
That's the way those things usually worked.  

In the end, Domingo decided to tell his niece when she asked, that the
government of Brazil had requested the extradition of her parents.
He'd gone so far as to fabricate a letter in her mother's spidery
handwriting, that had been given to Antonia while she was still in
"school", informing the lovely child that her mother and father had
been forced to leave Antonia behind for "complicated reasons that were
difficult to explain".  The letter went on to implore Antonia to be
strong and to mind her Uncle Domingo.  She would be living with him
for the foreseeable future, or until such a time as they could figure
a way to send for her.  It was a solid plan that would work perfectly
provided his niece never discovered that it was actually Domingo who'd
been responsible for the break up her family, effectively turning
Antonia into an orphan and a refugee.  Domingo figured the little girl
would be saddened by this turn of events, but she would eventually get
over it.  Besides, if he had anything to say about it, Antonia would
be far to busy adapting to her new life and its many responsibilities
to spend much time lamenting the past.

The front doorbell rang only once before Domingo was there to answer
it.  He felt as giddy as a schoolboy, and his hand actually shook as
he reached for the door knob.  Then after taking a deep breath he
pulled the heavy oaken door open, and there on his front porch stood
an angel descended to Earth holding a small backpack style duffel in
one hand.  Domingo found himself speechless at first.  Behind the
little girl an unmarked van backed slowly out of the driveway and
pulled away to the sound of gravel crunching beneath its tires.
Neither of them spoke, and a somewhat awkward silence followed until
Domingo recalled one of the rules he'd read about in one of the
documents he'd been sent.  The young ladies in Antonia's "school" were
not permitted to speak unless spoken to.

"Hello, Antonia," Domingo managed at last, his mouth as dry as sand.

"Hello, Uncle Domingo," the exquisite child responded politely, her
huge brown eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight.

"You look as lovely as ever, Antonia.  Pretty as a pumpkin, as they
say around these parts," he told her, faking a colloquial accent.  The
little girl remained silent, but acknowledged his compliment with a
shy smile.  Leaning his head out of the front door, Domingo scanned
the area quickly for passers by, and as expected there were none.  His
nearest neighbor was an elderly man who lived more than a mile down
the road.  "It's time for a little test," he decided.  

Kneeling on one knee in front of his stunning young niece, Domingo
took her backpack from her and set it beside her on the porch floor.
The exquisite child continued to stare at him placidly when he next
placed his hands lightly onto her narrow shoulders and gazed into
those huge brown eyes.  "It's good to see you again, Antonia.  I've
missed my "special girl", you know," he said in an affectionate tone
of voice.  

For a split second Antonia dropped her eyes in reaction to his use of
that particular term of endearment, but remembering her training,
quickly returned them to her uncle's face.

Domingo's heart hammered alarmingly in his chest as he took a moment
to study her angelic face.  Antonia was unquestionably the stuff of
dreams.  Deep, expressive  brown eyes, and fine dark eyebrows graced
this picture of loveliness set into a magnificent oval frame.  Her
cheek bones were high and regal, and with the exception of an
endearing band of freckles bridging her precious nose from one cheek
to the other, Antonia's warmly complected skin was utterly flawless.
Her sumptuous mouth and full, dark pink lips spoke volumes of her
Latin heritage.  Her splendid little figure was pretty much as Domingo
remembered, trim and compact, although his niece was nearly a year
older now.  In fact, to his great joy, he noticed two wonderful little
swellings beneath the pretty gold camouflage tank top she wore.  

Daydreaming of the succulent delights that would soon be his, Domingo
recalled reading in Antonia's "school" literature that the "Guests",
as the girls were called, were required to remain unadorned at all
times.  "Today might very well be the first time his little niece had
worn clothing of any kind in nearly a year," Domingo mused.  "That
would soon be remedied," he then concluded with a smile.

"Did you miss me too, Antonia?" Domingo murmured as he moved his left
hand from her shoulder to her cheek.  Her skin was indescribably soft,
against the palm of his hand; like warm satin.  Domingo wasn't sure
how she would respond to his question, but was quite satisfied when,
although she remained silent, she didn't shy away from him either.  

The institution in whose keeping he'd entrusted the precious child had
indeed taught her well, and so far Antonia hadn't made a single move
to resist him or distance herself from him in any way.  "Now for the
real test," Domingo muttered under his breath.

"Why don't you show your Uncle Domingo how much you missed him,
Pumpkin," he purred while staring directly into her eyes.

The enchanting youngster hesitated for only a moment, as a fleetingly
regretful expression crossed her lovely face, and then without further
prompting Antonia stepped closer, her eyes locked to his.  It wasn't
until she'd wrapped her slender arms around his neck that the little
girl finally lowered her gaze and cuddled her face against his right
shoulder.  Domingo figured he'd died and gone to heaven as he and his
delectable niece hugged there in the open doorway with the warm
sunshine on their skin and the twittering of song birds on the cool
autumn breeze.  

Domingo nuzzled his lips and nose into her soft sable hair, inhaling
deep drafts of her fresh youthful fragrance.  After a few tender
moments, he disengaged himself from her soft embrace, and with two
fingers beneath her chin he raised her beautiful face upward.  There
was no sign of fear to be found in her expression as he gazed into her
warm brown eyes, only a kind of resigned acceptance.  Domingo would
always remember that expression as without further ado, he kissed his
breathtaking little niece full on the mouth.

It was the first time he'd ever kissed Antonia, and the experience was
well worth waiting for.  Her sumptuous lips were as soft as the autumn
breeze as he kissed her softly once, and then once again.  Then gazing
into her soft brown eyes, Domingo whispered, "We're going to have a
wonderful life together, Pumpkin."  

Antonia remained silent.  

Silence was an integral part of her training, Domingo recalled from
his reading in another of the many documents the amazing institution
had sent to him prior to Antonia's arrival.  They had certainly
covered all the bases.  In fact, Domingo had been presented with what
amounted to an "Owners Manual" for his lovely niece, covering
everything from meals to personal hygiene, complete with recommended
daily schedules and ongoing training routines.  In addition the
exquisite "almost thirteen year old" had arrived equipped with a
variety of accessories, a few of which Domingo had paid a good deal of
money for, however, from the diagrams and descriptions he'd studied,
he looked forward with great excitement to putting these accouterments
to good use.

Upon Domingo's next approach as his mouth closed over hers, to his
delight his niece parted her lips for him, taking his tongue into her
mouth with such finesse, that one would have thought she'd been doing
this sort of thing for years.  Her small body trembled slightly in his
embrace, but at no time did Antonia resist his advances, and the two
of them kissed quite passionately for a good long while.  

Thoroughly caught up in the blissfulness of the moment, Domingo, had
become virtually oblivious to his surroundings, until at last he
recognized that on the off chance that someone should pass by, his
current behavior with his young niece might appear a little out of the
ordinary.  Furthermore, Domingo had decided that it would probably be
best if Antonia's presence in his home remained confidential until
such a time as perhaps he might wish to make this exceptional
arrangement known to a select few.

Begrudgingly tearing his lips from hers, Domingo got to his feet, and
pulled the enchanting youngster into the front hall.  "Come inside,
darling," Domingo said to her.  Then after taking a quick look around,
Domingo retrieved Antonia's backpack from the porch, stepped inside,
closed the door and set the lock.

"Well, here we are then," Domingo said after a moment.  Antonia
remained silent, gazing up at him with remarkable composure,
considering the rather affectionate nature of the greeting they'd
shared.  Domingo noted, however, that the girl's cheeks had definitely
taken on a bit of color, indicating that she hadn't been completely
unmoved by the encounter.  Feeling encouraged by this, he said to her,
"Let's get you settled then, young lady, shall we," and taking her by
the hand he led her down the hallway toward the master bedroom.

Antonia was still rather disoriented and probably would be for several
days.  For nearly a year she'd lived in a highly structured
environment, and although in the beginning the circumstances of that
lifestyle had been fairly traumatic for a girl of her tender age,
Antonia had slowly become acclimated, eventually learning to depend
upon the very routineness of her day to day existence for balance and
continuity.  

But all of that was behind her now.  About a month ago she'd been
given her mother's letter and informed of the deportation of her
parents.  Although the news had been painful, Antonia, had had the
support of her TYTC family to see her through that difficult time. Her
young friends and "classmates" had been very sympathetic and
supportive, and her "teachers" had made sure Antonia was kept busy so
she wouldn't have time to dwell upon her losses.  Antonia had known
for weeks that she would be staying with Uncle Domingo which, at the
time, had contributed a modicum of stability to an uncertain future,
but now that she was here, she felt lost.  

It seemed as though a lifetime had passed since the last time she'd
been with her uncle, and standing before him now in front of his king
sized bed, in the unfamiliar old house, Antonia recalled snippets of
their furtive past relationship.  The "touching games" in the middle
of the night, or the quick hand down her panties when nobody was
looking, evoked vaguely unpleasant feelings and memories for Antonia,
as she stared placidly at the big bed.  But that was then and this was
now.  Uncle Domingo's crafty smile and unctuous voice were pretty much
the same as she remembered, but based upon what she'd experienced over
the past year and the things she'd been taught, Antonia suspected that
her relationship with her uncle was going to be a bit different than
before.

"What do you say the two of us get a little more comfortable,
Pumpkin," Domingo said, taking a seat on the edge of his bed in front
of the stunning child.  "Let's do that, shall we," he added somewhat
nervously as he leaned forward and grasped the hem of her little tank
top gently in his fingertips.  

"How would she react?  Would she resist his efforts?  Would she try to
run away?"  These and other uncertainties raced through Domingo's head
as he tugged the warm cotton slowly upward, gradually exposing the
flawless skin of Antonia's belly.  

His niece had let him see her naked on a few occasions in the past,
but it had always been with considerable reluctance, and only after a
good deal of cajoling.  And then he'd had to contend with her mother,
his sister, ever fearful that at any second the bothersome woman would
walk in on them.  But that was then and this was now.

Antonia remained utterly silent.  With her huge brown eyes locked upon
his, quivering only slightly as she instinctively studied his face,
Domingo's exquisite twelve year old niece raised her arms, allowing
him to pull her tee-shirt over her head.  With a bewitching flick of
her head, the little beauty sent her shimmering ebony mane flying
about her face and neck, and as her uncle looked on utterly entranced,
she then reached up and smoothed those luscious locks back over her
narrow shoulders like a sable cape.

Allowing his eyes to wander over the delectable, semi-naked little
body before him, almost a full minute passed before Domingo found his
voice.  "Oh, my, Antonia!" he gasped breathlessly at long last,
staring hungrily at the two perfect little buds which rose from the
otherwise smooth surface of her small torso.  "I was wrong, Antonia,"
he told the handsome youngster unexpectedly, and receiving a priceless
look of curiosity in return.  "You're even more beautiful than I
remember, sweetheart," Domingo smiled.  

Rising from the bed, he practically tore his own shirt from his body
in his impatience.  Then tossing it aside heedlessly, he placed his
hands gently onto Antonia's shoulders.  Domingo couldn't remember ever
having felt anything so incredibly warm and soft as he drew his
precious niece to himself, hugging her petite body against his hairy
chest and belly.  Once again, and not for the last time, the gates of
heaven opened for Domingo.  He believed he could have remained there
in that position forever, holding Antonia in a quiet embrace, her arms
wrapped around his waist in response to his affections.  

Giving her a little hug, "This feels pretty good, doesn't it,
Pumpkin?" Domingo ventured dreamily after approximately five minutes
had passed.

"Uh huh," she answered obediently, nodding her head against his chest.

"Yes, he could stay like this forever," Domingo decided.  Then
concluding that if he wished, he could spend an entire day simply
holding his niece, but as gratifying as that prospect was, Domingo
elected to end that particular magic moment and go on to create
another.  After giving his precious niece a little peck on the top of
her head, he carefully extricated himself from her tender embrace.  

The stunning little beauty stood quietly as he knelt in front of her
on the soft, plush carpet of his bedroom.  Starting at her shoulders,
Domingo let his two hands drift slowly down her arms, noting the
firmness of the muscles beneath her satiny skin.  At her elbows he
shifted to her lithe little body, reveling at the small amount of baby
fat that she'd retained, padding the lower half of her rib cage and
extending downward to her hips.  Arriving at last at Antonia's slender
waist, Domingo experienced a brief stab of self-consciousness, or
perhaps it was guilt leftover from the old days.  In any case it only
lasted a second, and was quickly replaced with an overwhelming sense
of exhilaration as he slipped his fingertips into the waistband of his
young niece's denim shorts.  Looking directly into Antonia's brown
eyes and smiling, Domingo slowly drew his hands together, allowing the
backs of his fingers to ghost across the warm skin of her lower
abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch slightly beneath the supple flesh.
The youngster's composure was indeed commendable, Domingo noted.  If
she had any reservations about how things were progressing, she
managed to conceal them almost completely.  She did flinch ever so
slightly, though, when with one deft twirl of his fingers, Domingo
unfastened the single bronze button at her tummy, and then in the same
fluid move, he unzipped her.

"That's my girl," her uncle muttered as Antonia felt him shift his
hands back to her hips and slip his thumbs into her shorts.  "Just
hold nice and still, and let Uncle Domingo see how grown up you really
are.  OK, Pumpkin?" he told her, his voice dropping to a hoarse
whisper as he began to tug first on one side and then the other,
working the open waist of her shorts slowly downward.  Once past the
supple curve of her hips the small denim garment fell to her ankles
like water over a dam.  

Feeling the cool room air against her skin, Antonia broke eye contact
with her uncle long enough to glance downward and see that he'd
managed to lower her panties as well along with her shorts.  Then
remembering her training, she quickly returned her eyes to his and
tried to regain her equilibrium.  Sensing the flush of blood rising in
her cheeks and neck, Antonia imagined she could feel her uncle's eyes
moving over her body, probing, touching her everywhere.  And although
the pretty twelve year old had recently spent nearly a year in the
company of a group of men who indeed had touched her everywhere and on
countless occasions, it felt different somehow with Uncle Domingo.
With him Antonia felt embarrassment, even though for months on end
she'd been taught to accept a man's affection without question, and to
respond without reservation.  As difficult as that had been at first
for one so young, Antonia had eventually come to embrace the patient
teachings of the exceptional men in white and learned to give of
herself freely.  

"So why then did she feel so self-conscious in the presence of her
uncle?" Antonia puzzled, while struggling to maintain a neutral
expression, but failing rather badly.  Perhaps the rapacious nature of
her Uncle Domingo's handling of her in the past was responsible for
her current uneasiness.  

She'd never felt truly comfortable with Domingo.  In the beginning
Antonia recalled being fairly enamored with the tall, dark complected
man, but even though he'd always treated her with kindness and
affection, calling her his "Special Girl", Antonia had sensed her
uncle's predatory nature.  As time went on she became more and more
uneasy in the company of Domingo.  In fact, Antonia had all but
decided to call it quits with him when unbeknownst to the attractive
ten year old, her mom intervened on her behalf, threatening her uncle,
and forbidding him to spend any time alone with her daughter.  

Antonia had disappeared about two weeks later, but not before she got
a glimpse of Uncle Domingo's true persona.  During those couple of
weeks her uncle acted the perfect gentlemen to all concerned,
including Antonia, but only when others were around.  On the rare
occasions, however, that Domingo evaded his sister's watchful eye and
managed to corner Antonia alone, he changed in a most frightening way.
His outwardly friendly smile evaporated, and his gaze grew cold.  He
also began to mutter weird stuff like, "It won't be long now, baby!"
as his dark eyes stroked her, making her feel violated.  And now as
she stood with her pants down around her ankles Antonia experienced
those old, once familiar feelings of a sparrow caught in the hypnotic
gaze of a python.

Fighting the urge to refuse her uncle and run for her life, Antonia
turned to her training for solace.  Utilizing the techniques she'd
been taught over the past year, Antonia turned her eyes inward, and
quickly finding her inner female, she moved to wrap herself around the
omnipresent mass located at the very core of her being.  It was the
one constant in her life, providing her with a focal point upon which
she could center those disparate, disorienting emotions, and offering
her comfort, and direction and constancy.  Almost immediately,
Antonia's mind began to clear, as she flexed her muscles, embracing
the sophisticated composite appliance lodged deeply within her
colon/rectal passage, providing the fetching young girl with
"Continuous Anal Presence".

[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 and use of these extraordinary devices plays a major role in
the conditioning program of every Guest of the Center. - SM]

As the uncomfortable feelings of self-consciousness and complex
thoughts of refusal gradually lost priority in her mind, Antonia found
it increasingly easier to leave her feelings of distrust and suspicion
behind her and concentrate on the business at hand.  

"Oh, my goodness, gracious me, Darling!" she heard Uncle Domingo
exclaim in a rather breathless manner, and felt him place a hand onto
her left hip.  "You've become such a mature young lady since I last
laid eyes on you," he added huskily.  Glancing downward briefly,
Antonia saw that her uncle's eyes were fixed upon what had once
represented the most private areas of her body.  

Indeed Antonia was the picture of loveliness.  She'd always sported
plump, heavy outer lips which tended to remain pressed tightly
together, even when her knees were separated, keeping hidden the
treasures which lay deeper within.  

Domingo recalled with great fondness the feeling of those resilient
folds of smooth, creamy flesh beneath his finger tips.  At the time
he'd made arrangements for his lovely niece to "go away to school",
the girl had been utterly smooth and devoid of even a trace of pubic
hair, but that was then, and...  "How time flies," he mused, for in
less than a year, Antonia had started to blossom.  Her little breasts
had begun to swell deliciously, and looking closely, Domingo spied the
beginnings of what would one day become a wonderfully soft, though
somewhat sparse coat of chestnut brown pubic curls.  His "Special
Girl" was growing up.

Fighting the sudden urge to cover herself, concealing her charms from
her uncle's tactile gaze, the handsome brunette forced herself to look
straight ahead.  "Look within for acceptance," Antonia reminded
herself and flexed her internal muscles, holding onto the marvelous
device implanted in her sweet derriere for stability, and flinching
only slightly when her uncle slid his free hand between her knees.

"Spread your feet apart, Pumpkin," her Uncle Domingo told her as he
slid his hand slowly up the inside of her left thigh.  In spite of a
powerful desire to clamp her legs together, Antonia complied with his
wishes.  However, since her uncle had not as yet removed her shorts,
electing to leave them bunched around her ankles for the time being,
she found it virtually impossible to move her feet apart more than two
or three inches.  In so doing, Antonia lost her balance momentarily
and probably would have fallen had her uncle not been there to catch
her.  Sliding his left hand quickly upward between her legs, and
dropping his right from her hip to the back of her left thigh Uncle
Domingo grasped Antonia's leg in a powerful grip, steadying her until
she regained her balance.

"Easy there, Pumpkin," he told is delectable young niece, smiling up
at her.  "She's embarrassed," Domingo thought to himself, noticing
that she was blushing.  "I forgot about your pants," he admitted with
a wink.  "But that should do for now," he added, watching her pretty
face closely and waiting.  "Any second now," he thought with a little
smile.  "There we are," Uncle Domingo purred when Antonia's big brown
eyes opened wider.  

What he was witnessing, of course, was the young lady's initial
reaction to being touched in an intimate manner.  Until that moment
his enchanting little niece had  somehow failed to notice that in the
process of saving her from an embarrassing fall, her Uncle Domingo had
moved his left hand up between her thighs such that the blade of his
index finger now pressed firmly against her, compressing her ample
labia majora upward against her pubic bone.  The resulting expression
on her lovely face was nothing short of priceless, and not for the
last time, Domingo marveled at the thoroughness of her conditioning as
he watched Antonia struggle to maintain eye contact with him.  That
too was one of the rules she'd been taught.

Antonia was marvelously plump and resilient down there, just like he
remembered her.  Only now his precious flower was starting to bloom.
Keeping the blade of his hand tucked firmly up between her thighs,
Uncle Domingo began to brush his thumb slowly back and forth across
the sparse collection of delicate brown hairs which radiated from
around the very top of Antonia's pudendal cleft, just over her
clitoral area, in essence petting her.

"I'd forgotten how lovely you are, sweetheart," Domingo remarked,
while squeezing her plump folds lightly between his thumb and index
finger.

Antonia felt the blood rush to her cheeks when her uncle spoke so
casually about her intimate anatomy.  She was still not sure why it
was that she reacted so strongly to her uncle's company.  After all,
over the course of the past year she'd been handled in practically the
same manner by countless partners, many times each day.  So it
certainly wasn't a lack of experience that caused her discomfort
Antonia just had this nagging feeling about her uncle that she
couldn't quite put her finger on.  However, as the attractive little
brunette continued to gaze into her uncle's dark eyes, he seemed to be
having no difficulty what-so-ever putting a finger on her.

Fingers, in fact, and as he went about palpating his precious niece's
intimate flesh, Domingo soon discovered that in addition to the usual
amount of that distinctively female warmth and moisture which one
might expect to find between a young lady's thighs, he seemed to be
encountering a good deal more.  He'd read about a certain designer
drug that Antonia and her "classmates" were given on a routine basis,
and remembered something about increased vaginal mucous production as
a result.  That would account for the liberal amount of silken fluid
which coated his first two fingers when at one point he removed them
from between his niece's thighs.  Domingo was very pleased with this
development for he'd been a little concerned about Antonia's level of
comfort during their special times together.  After all she was very
young.  

At the recommendation of her "school", Domingo had made the necessary
arrangements to have his niece clinically deflowered.  They'd insisted
that the procedure was far less traumatic for young ladies in their
formative years than was the natural method.  Furthermore, it
eliminated the possibility that Antonia might imprint upon him,
forever associating her uncle with a painful experience.  It had been
a tough decision for Domingo, because he'd very much wanted to be
Antonia's "first love", but in the end he'd capitulated.  Over the
past year Domingo had developed a great deal of respect and admiration
for the good folks at Antonia's "school".  They hadn't steered him
wrong yet.

Domingo firmly believed in the Boy Scout slogan,  "Be Prepared", and
in the best scout tradition he'd put up a goodly supply of artificial
lubricants in varying viscosities, just in case.  The fact that his
"Special Girl" appeared to be quite capable of taking care of herself
was icing on the cake in his opinion.  For in addition to the more
mundane daily exercises prescribed by her "school", Domingo had big
plans for his lovely Antonia, and many of them involved the use of
oils and salves.  In short, his supplies would not go to waste.

As per her training, his attractive niece remained silent while he
attended to her, but after ten minutes or so she stared at him
beseechingly, waiting for him to acknowledge her.  "What is it,
Antonia?" Domingo asked as he continued to massage her affectionately.

"I.. I need to use the bathroom, Uncle Domingo," Antonia said somewhat
hesitantly.  

The reason for her hesitancy was that she wasn't sure what sort of
arrangements her uncle had made for this inevitability.  At "school",
Assisted Personal Hygiene was an integral part of the Guests' daily
routine.  As a rule, she and her fellow "classmates" were assisted by
one or more volunteers, and usually in front of a fairly sizeable
audience.  Antonia hadn't bathed herself or used the toilet on her own
for nearly a year.  Fortunately or unfortunately, as the case may be,
Uncle Domingo, the Boy Scout, came through for Antonia.  He'd done his
homework, and was ready to help.  In fact he rather looked forward to
the chore.  "Very well, Antonia," he answered succinctly.  "But first
we need to get rid of your shorts and shoes," he added, glancing
toward his niece's feet.  

Antonia nodded her understanding, as her uncle leaned down and began
to untie her running shoes, and then after instructing her to steady
herself by putting her hands on his shoulders, he removed Antonia's
shoes and socks.  

"Left foot," Uncle Domingo coached in a cheerful tone of voice.  He
then slipped her shorts and panties off as his lovely young niece
raised first one foot and then the other for him.  The essence of the
moment was lost unfortunately in his effort to accommodate Antonia's
immediate needs, but later Domingo would have time reflect on the
richness of the experience.  Although the encounter had unfolded with
uncanny ease, in retrospect the fact that his beautiful, "almost
thirteen" year old niece had allowed her uncle to disrobe her with
little to no opposition, was nothing short of astonishing; not to
mention accepting his intimate caresses without objection.  

Domingo was a happy man and would be forever grateful to the
incredible institution that had made it all possible.  They'd left no
stone unturned, and no detail seemed too small in their efforts to
deliver a service that few could match.  He and Antonia had only been
together for a little over an hour, and already Domingo's expectations
had been exceeded by a healthy margin.  

"How much more perfect can it be?" he caught himself thinking as he
escorted his young companion into the bathroom.  Leading Antonia over
to the toilet, he apologized for the temporary inconvenience,
promising that the modifications and fixtures required for assisted
hygiene would be completed very soon.  Meanwhile they would have to
make do with the standard toilet and adjacent bidet.

Before helping her to sit, Domingo, with some difficulty, asked the
lovely child if she needed to "do a number two" for lack of a better
term.  Because of the exceptionally personal nature of the protocol,
assisted hygiene would take some getting used to, Domingo realized
when after shaking her head, indicating that she only needed to
urinate, Antonia accepted his help in getting situated on the toilet. 
Had his niece answered his query in the affirmative, Domingo would
have had to remove the instrument implanted in her rear end for her
and replace it when she was finished.  As he instructed her to sit up
straight and slide forward on the seat a bit more, he was beginning to
suspect that caring for his young niece could become a full-time job.
Indeed, it would be quite an undertaking, caring for his adolescent
partner, and attending to her every need, Domingo concluded.  Placing
his hands onto Antonia's knees and encouraging her to spread her legs
widely apart, Domingo felt confident that he was up to the task.

"Are you ready, Antonia?" her uncle asked, before taking one last look
between her legs.  Domingo had wisely decided to do it "by the book"
this first time, and he would probably continue to follow the
prescribed methods until he and Antonia got used to the routine.  So
before giving his niece permission to begin, Uncle Domingo performed
the final "pre-urination" check.  

The purpose of this inspection was to ensure that the urine stream
would be clear to flow, unhindered by other parts of the vulva.  From
his reading, Domingo learned that some young ladies were more
challenging than others in this respect.  Overly large or protruding
labia minora and excessive pubic hair were two potential problems, he
recalled, and obviously the latter problem was easier remedied than
the former.  Fortunately, his young niece wasn't plagued with either
condition, however as mentioned earlier, Antonia was blessed with
exceptionally plump outer lips.  Additionally, due to her tender age,
the lovely little brunette still retained a few deposits of baby fat
on her otherwise perfect, miniature figure, and one such remnant could
be found in her thighs.  Personally, Domingo found this bit of
childish chubbiness altogether endearing, but according to "the book",
plump thighs coupled with ample labia majora could possibly  impede
the urine stream.  Usually this didn't present much of a problem, but
Domingo knew that such protocols were developed, assuming that the
proper, "stand-up" facilities would be available.  Because for the
time being he and his niece would have to resort to the use of less
than ideal fixtures, Domingo figured that the small amount of time it
took to take one final look was worth it.  "Besides," he thought with
a little chuckle.  "How much of a chore can it be to inspect a young
lady between her legs!"  

"Sit up straight, Pumpkin.  Arch your back a little for me.  That's my
girl," he coached as gently but firmly he coaxed Antonia's legs apart
wider still.  Immediately Domingo saw that in spite of their
plumpness, his niece's outer lips were indeed parted, and although he
was relieved to discover that Antonia's personal hygiene would be that
much easier, a small part of him wished it had been otherwise.
Protocol, you see, dictated that had the youngsters labia not remained
apart on their own, Uncle Domingo would have been obliged to hold her
open, manually.

Be that as it may, having completed his final inspection, he was about
to give Antonia permission to proceed when suddenly he spotted it.
"What the...?" Domingo muttered, leaning forward for a closer look.
Perhaps it had gotten tucked up between her little buttocks, adhering
to her delicate flesh with bit of her own natural lubricant while he
was touching her.  In any case, he'd almost missed the little piece of
string which hung down from between her diminutive feminine folds.
Domingo didn't recall anything in Antonia's paperwork which had
indicated that she'd begun menstruating, but there was no doubt in his
mind what the thin white cord was attached to.  "Perhaps this was a
recent development," Domingo surmised.  After all, his little Pumpkin
was nearing that age.  

Because this particular turn of events was completely unexpected,
Domingo found himself at a bit of a loss.  "I should have read that
section anyway," he chided himself while considering how best to
proceed.  Deciding at last that the tampon should probably come out,
and feeling certain that he, as her partner, was expected to perform
the task, with a shrug and a sigh, he pressed on.

"Hold on a minute, Antonia," Uncle Domingo ordered, and received a
little whimper in response.  Clearly she had to go.  "None of that,
now!" he cautioned the impatient little brunette.  Just because she
was home now, didn't give her license to misbehave.  And after taking
a deep breath to attenuate the effects of the adrenalin that was
roaring through his system Uncle Domingo reached between his niece's
thighs, grasped the little white cord with his fingertips and pulled.

Antonia's reaction was almost comical when she realized what her uncle
was doing down there.  Although she had know way of knowing it, her
uncle had been correct in his assessment of the recency of the
beginning of her period.  Her partner at "school" had been the one to
first notice the subtle pink tint to Antonia's vaginal mucous
following their morning coupling, but that had been ony two weeks ago.
Her flow was so far quite light, requiring infrequent tampon changes,
and unlike the sophisticated composite appliance lodged firmly in her
rear, the slender cotton cylinders were practically unnoticeable once
inserted.  The whole business was so new to her, in fact, that the
pretty little brunette often forgot about them until she was reminded
by her regular partner at "school".

Having never done this sort of thing before, Domingo was under the
false impression that the absorbent cotton wadding would simply slip
right out.  Two things blew that theory out of the water, however.
First, the little white cord was pretty well saturated with his little
niece's natural fluids and was already quite slippery.  More
importantly, though, was the fact that during her time away, Antonia
had undergone extensive training in practically every form of carnal
technique known to man, including hours and hours of practice learning
to coordinate and control the musculature of each of her abdominal
passages.  One of the first and fundamental lessons that Antonia and
all of her "classmates" were taught about the art of passage control
was that when engaging a lover a young lady must learn to relax her
muscles as her partner moves into her, providing him unfettered access
to her depths.  Then out of respect as well as the desire to satisfy
his needs she is expected to bear down upon him during egress as
though she were trying to keep him inside.

His own lack of familiarity with general menstrual maintenance
procedures, along with Antonia's relative inexperience with this new
development in her life caused the two of them a little trouble at
first.  Couple that with the fact that for nearly a year, Antonia had
been conditioned to "cling" to any object placed into her vaginal
passage, and one can understand why it took several tries for Domingo
to extract the little cotton bullet from the confines of his young
niece.  Eventually it did come out, though, and holding it up in front
of Antonia by its string Domingo noted that very little blood had been
absorbed into the tampon thus far.

"How long had this been in, Antonia?" he inquired of the blushing
little girl.

"I...I... Since yesterday sometime," she answered in a tiny voice.  

"I see.  And do you have any more of these?" he asked, swinging the
little tampon like a mouse by the tail directly in front of his
niece's nose.

Clearly Antonia was mortified.  Even though she was new to the
business of menstruation, there was something inherently private and
personal about it, and it would take her a good long while to become
comfortable accepting another's assistance in this area of her
personal hygiene.  For that matter, Domingo wasn't entirely at home
with it either.  Clearly he would have to do some more homework, and
then he and his precious niece would learn together.

"Uh, huh," she replied, clearly embarrassed.  "In..in my back pack,"
she added, barely maintaining eye contact with her uncle.

"Very well, then, darling.  We'll deal with that later," Domingo
assured her with a warm smile.

After directing Antonia to once again assume the correct posture on
the toilet, at last  Uncle Domingo allowed her to go.  Kneeling
between her knees he watched closely as a powerful, pale yellow stream
burst from between her plump outer lips.  Perfectly symmetrical,
indicative of an unhampered flow, the somewhat acrid smelling liquid
struck the water in the toilet bowl with surprising force, and
continued for quite some time as his precious niece emptied her
bladder under his direct supervision.  According to Antonia's
"manual", some folks enjoy touching their partners during urination,
periodically blocking their flow with a finger tip.  Although Domingo
thought the concept sounded like fun, it also sounded a bit messy.
Concerned that given the current limitations of his facilities,
Antonia might be more difficult to clean, he elected to simply watch
this time.  "Another day," he thought wistfully, listening while his
young partner finished up, contracting her abdominal muscles
rhythmically, and sending the remainder of her urine pulsing into the
bowl.

"Over here, young lady," Uncle Domingo ordered his niece when he
caught her eyeing the roll of toilet tissue in the dispenser on the
wall.  Domingo smiled when she stood and with two waddling steps
crossed the short distance to the bidet that had been installed one
week ago, in preparation for Antonia's arrival.  Far from ideal
compared to the equipment employed by her "school", Domingo felt that
the bidet would none-the-less serve them well.  Over and over again in
the literature he'd received from that venerable institution of higher
learning, the need for thorough and regular personal hygiene was said
to be essential to good health and a lasting relationship.  

After helping his niece to straddle the white porcelain bowl, and
positioning her so that her intimate openings were directly above the
small central shower head, Domingo turned on the water, directing the
water flow temporarily into a small hose connected to a wand
attachment while he adjusted the temperature.  "How does that feel,
Pumpkin?" he asked the lovely girl, allowing her to sample the water
that issued from the circle of holes around the perimeter of the
rounded tip of the plastic hand wand.

"OK," Antonia answered dutifully.  

"Bend your knees and squat down a little more, sweetheart," her uncle
instructed her as he turned a valve, causing a soft fountain of warm
water to rise from the central nozzle, caressing Antonia's intimate
flesh, then falling like a gentle rain back into the gleaming
porcelain bowl.  

It was tremendously soothing, and after a minute or two Antonia began
to shift her hips unconsciously, slowly moving herself back and forth
across the soft, warm fountain.  

"Does that feel good, darling?" Uncle Domingo asked as he picked up a
bar of soap and began to roll it between his palms.  Antonia was
pretty sure she knew what her uncle intended to do, making her
curiously uncomfortable considering the many times she'd stood quietly
while any number of men, some familiar some not, ran their hands over
every inch of her body, their expert fingers investigating every
crevice and probing every opening.  

Antonia tried her best to concentrate on the warm, cleansing spray
against her skin, as her Uncle Domingo dropped the soap in the dish,
and moved to her right side where she squatted over soothing little
fountain.  "Let's make our Special Girl nice and clean," he purred,
placing his hands onto her, one onto her tummy and the other over the
small of her back.  "Nice and clean," her uncle murmured as without
hesitation he slid his hands downward and then together between her
legs, one from the front and one from behind until his fingertips met
above the warm spray of water.  "That's my special girl," Uncle
Domingo whispered, his lips mere inches from her right ear.  "Just
relax, Pumpkin, and we'll make you nice and clean... nice and clean...
nice and clean," he repeated softly as from either side he began to
move his hands slowly in and out between her thighs, letting his
fingertips stray over folds of supple flesh softer than rose petals.  

Never in his wildest fantasies did Domingo expect to achieve such an
exceptional level of intimacy with his beautiful young niece.  In the
past, their relationship had consisted almost entirely of quick,
disjointed trysts, furtive and unsatisfying.  Other than one fairly
memorable afternoon, he and Antonia rarely spent more than ten minutes
together at any one time.  

A typical encounter went something like this: Domingo would hear the
bath water running and after rushing around the house as stealthily as
possible, trying to fix the location of his suspicious sister, Domingo
would creep quietly down the hall and slip into the bathroom.  The
little beauty was never very glad to see him, and there was rarely
time for small talk.  Moving quickly to the side of her tub, Domingo
would then kneel and immediately reach into the warm, soapy bath
water.  They hardly ever spoke, as he located her plump little pussy
and began to touch her.  Domingo recalled vividly Antonia's expression
which could best be described as disdainful tolerance while he busied
his hand between her legs for the precious few minutes they had
together.  Then somewhere in the house a door would close or some
other sound would end the engagement in a near panic.  

Domingo couldn't believe things had been that bad; a far cry from
their present arrangement, that much was certain.  Gazing into
Antonia's big brown eyes, he smiled affectionately when suddenly he
felt the young girl tremble at his touch.  There was no question in
his mind, that in addition to providing his niece with the personal
hygiene essential to her health, his tender caresses were making a
distinct impression on the pretty youngster.  She was actually
responding to his touch, pleasing Domingo to no end.

He'd been swirling the middle finger of his right hand in small
circles directly over the tiny shroud of skin which shielded her
budding clitoris, so for the sake of variety he switched to a slow
sawing action, rubbing his finger linearly up and down the length of
her pudendal cleft, reveling in the feeling of her resilient inner
lips beneath his fingertip.  Moments earlier Domingo had removed his
other hand from between her curving buttocks and returned it to the
small of her back, supporting her while he attended to her needs, and
it was with that hand that he first detected the subtle motion of her
hips.  Quickly recognizing that Antonia was moving to the identical
tempo of his steadily sawing middle finger, Domingo realized with a
thrill that his stunning little niece was unconsciously fucking his
hand.  With the warm fountain of the bidet sprinkling against the back
of his hand, he increased the fervor of his manual attentions.  

Antonia's expression slowly changed from one of disinterest to a look
of curiosity and then wonderment as the blood slowly rose in her neck
and face.  "You like that, don't you, Pumpkin?" Uncle Domingo purred
as he pushed upward against her with his hand between her thighs,
lifting Antonia onto her tiptoes.  

It happened so smoothly and naturally that Domingo barely realized
what a monumental step he'd taken with Antonia until it actually
occurred.  One second he was working his middle finger quickly back
and forth between her fleshy labia, and in the next, that same finger
was buried practically to the hilt in Antonia's vagina.  Judging from
her somewhat startled expression he knew that his little niece
recognized the fact that she'd been compromised, but he wasn't sure
that she grasped the true significance of the moment.  In all of their
past engagements Domingo had refrained from attempting any sort of
penetration for fear of leaving evidence of his visits, but since that
marvelous institution with whom he'd contracted had taken care of all
of that, in essence preparing Antonia especially for him, Uncle
Domingo was at last able to enter his precious little niece and
experience her the way a female was meant to be experienced.  Once
again the gates of heaven opened for him and Uncle Domingo passed
through without hesitation.

The remainder of the bathing went smoothly, and after bringing his
luscious little niece very close to climax, Domingo used the remote
wand to cleanse her internally.  After thoroughly flushing out her
vaginal passage he prepared to go in the back door and "clean the
garage", but not before spending a few minutes fucking his aroused
little niece with the white plastic wand.   Trusting in the knowledge
and experience of the people to whom he owed so much, Domingo took
care not to allow her to achieve orgasm, as was clearly stated in her
manual.  The reasons for this would become clearer to him as their
relationship progressed.

As per her "manual", Domingo removed Antonia's CAP Device with a quick
twisting motion, and was surprised at the actual size of the torpedo
shaped instrument once he held it in his hand.  Noticing the numeral
"3" embossed into the blunt end of the device, it suddenly became
clear to Domingo what the number represented.  He'd been informed that
Antonia would come equipped with a "Number Five" CAP, and now he
understood. The highly effective  instrument was three inches in
length and three quarters of an inch in diameter.  He'd also been told
that there was a formula used to determine the correct size for each
and every young lady, and that as his niece grew and developed, she
would need to be refitted from time to time.  Naturally The Center
would supply him with the necessary equipment and accessories over the
years in order to guarantee the continued harmony of his relationship
with Antonia.

What a pleasant little grunt his enchanting princess made as he worked
the slender plastic flushing wand deeper into her colon/rectal
passage.  Her anal sphincter sealed tightly around the wand,
preventing the warm, cleansing water from escaping, and as Domingo
moved the plastic probe slowly in and out, Antonia's expression began
to register the fact that she was gradually filling up.  In fact her
tummy became slightly distended just before her Uncle Domingo pulled
the cleaning device out of her backside.  Immediately Antonia's body
sought to equalize pressure, inside and out, as with a prolonged
"spooching" sound the pretty youngster evacuated the contents of her
bowel into the bowl.  One would have thought that she would be
supremely embarrassed by the procedure, however, you must understand
that for nearly a year Antonia had undergone the very same routine
practically every day and by now it was second nature to her.

Dutifully she remained silent during the entire operation with the
exception of one surprised squeal when because of the way her uncle
was touching her, that funny, sizzling feeling in her tummy suddenly
snuck up on her, making her feel like a balloon filled with warm
mayonnaise ready to explode.  She'd wanted desperately for him to
stop, and she'd wanted desperately for him to continue, and he'd
managed to keep her teetering on that knife edge of ecstacy for a long
time until abruptly he stopped, leaving Antonia dangling and
unfulfilled.  Then after toweling her dry he led her back into the
bedroom.

"On the bed, please, Pumpkin, and on your back," her Uncle Domingo
told her and then turned and disappeared back into the bathroom. 

Climbing onto the big king size bed, Antonia rolled onto her back and
after arranging her shining sable hair beneath her head, she lay
staring up at the ceiling, listening to her uncle urinate.  Assuming
that he would be joining her soon, Antonia wondered how he would treat
her.  "Would he be rough, knocking the wind out of her again and
again?" she worried.

"God, what a lovely creature she is!" Domingo thought as he returned
from the bathroom to find the exquisite little beauty stretched out on
his bed.  "OK, let's have a look at you, Pumpkin," he said, taking a
seat at the foot of the bed.  It had been quite awhile since the last
time he'd actually had the time to study Antonia.  She was a year
older now, but for all intents and purposes, his lovely niece was
exactly as Domingo remembered her, plump and wholesome. "Raise your
knees and spread your legs for me, please," he instructed the winsome
youngster lying naked before him.  

For reasons she couldn't explain, Antonia felt strangely exposed and
vulnerable as she slowly complied with her uncle's wishes, and an
audible gasp escaped her lips when he first touched her.  Despite the
fact that she'd been examined on countless occasions in the very same
manner, Antonia felt curiously ill at ease as he spread her open down
there with his fingers.  Feeling the cool room air waft against her
moist intimate flesh, she silently endured while his probing fingers
moved here and there and everywhere.

Spotting a tiny trickle of pinkish fluid seeping slowly from her
diminutive vaginal portal, Domingo decided that it might be a good
time for him to try his hand at inserting a tampon into his young
niece.  Granted, he very much wanted to explore the exceptional little
brunette completely, but he had all the time in the world for that.
"Tell me again where I can find those tampons we talked about,
Antonia?"

"In..in my backpack.  In the s..side pocket," she answered quietly,
feeling the blood rise in her cheeks.

Rising, Domingo crossed to his bureau where he'd placed his niece's
things, and after rummaging around a bit, he found what he was after.
"OK, bear with me now, Pumpkin," he stated somewhat sheepishly as
after removing the paper wrapper from the tampon he studied the small
plastic applicator.  "I'm a kinda new at this, but it looks simple
enough," he muttered casually, taking a seat between his niece's
widely splayed legs.  

Antonia failed to suppress a shudder when using his thumb and index
finger, her Uncle Domingo separated her supple outer lips, uncovering
the primary entrance to her lower abdomen.  

"Hold still, now, Pumpkin," he murmured as he guided the feminine
hygiene device toward her gates.  "She's so tiny!" Domingo remarked to
himself, spreading her labia minora apart as best he could and
pressing the rounded tip of the tampon into her opening.  

At Domingo's request the lovely twelve year old had been deflowered
many months ago.  The "school" had then kept him appraised of his
niece's progress, so he was fully aware that while under their care
and tutelage she'd enjoyed the regular company of numerous male
partners.  However, if he hadn't known better, Domingo would have
sworn, based upon the apparent size of her vaginal opening that
Antonia was virtually "fresh".

"There we are.  That's a good girl," Domingo purred as the "business
end" of the tampon slowly disappeared into his niece.  "Look at me,
Antonia," he ordered when she attempted to avert her eyes.  "You know
the rules," he reminded the blushing girl, feeling her tummy muscles
flex hard suddenly beneath the heel of his hand where it rested upon
her skin just above her prominent pubic mons.  "That should hold you
for awhile," Domingo told his embarrassed young companion with a
friendly wink, while gazing into her slightly trouble brown eyes.
Glancing down, as he removed the plastic applicator, he watched the
youngster's inner petals close around the little white piece of twine
which was left protruding from Antonia like a fuse.

Tossing the spent applicator in the general direction of the trash can
beside the dresser, Domingo turned back to his lovely naked niece.
"Are you hungry, Pumpkin?" he asked quite unexpectedly.

Antonia who had been expecting for her uncle to start "doing things to
her" at any second was caught off guard by his innocuous query, and
stared up at him blankly from her reclining position on the big bed,
trying to collect her thoughts.

"Well?" Domingo prompted, fully enjoying the stunned expression on her
handsome face.  He knew that she was expecting for him to start
getting friendly with her, but having done his homework, he'd read
about the importance of maintaining a subtle yet consistent control
over Antonia, and keeping her off balance by doing the unexpected was
just one method of achieving this goal.

"I... s..sure, I guess," she answered at last.

"OK, then.  Hop up and follow me," Domingo told her.  "I'll show you
where the kitchen is, and you can make us both a sandwich.  Then after
lunch, I'll show you around a little." 

Domingo watched as his exquisite little niece, standing naked at the
kitchen counter, made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the two
of them.  From behind her little figure was breathtaking, possessing
all of the enticing curves of a grown woman only in miniature. Domingo
was daydreaming about what a fine little ass Antonia had when suddenly
he noticed that something was missing.  "Damn!" he cursed under his
breath.  He'd forgotten to reinstall the youngster's CAP.
"Details..details," he muttered getting up from the kitchen table.
"I'll be right back, sweetheart," he told his niece and went to
retrieve the essential training aid.  It would take awhile for the two
of them to become comfortable and familiar with the daily routine, but
Domingo was a patient man, and unlike the "bad old days", sweet
Antonia would always be there for him, as he would be for her.

Upon his return he found two places set at the table, and his precious
niece seated and waiting for him.  "Almost forgot about this," he told
her with a smile, placing the black torpedo shaped instrument on the
table next to his sandwich and taking a seat.  "You're going to have
to remind me about these things, Pumpkin," he added with a wink.  

Antonia was momentarily incensed that her uncle expected for her to
assist him in her own debauchery, but wisely she kept her feelings to
herself.  She hadn't much liked being disciplined by the men in white
at "school", and had the sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't care for
her uncle's corrective measures either.  Although his present demeanor
was fairly benign, Antonia thought she remembered that Uncle Domingo
had a temper.

"Come over here, Pumpkin," he calmly ordered.  Obediently the lovely
twelve year old rose from her seat and stepped in front of him.  "God,
she's gorgeous!" Domingo exclaimed silently and not for the last time
as he allowed his eyes to travel over her elegant body.  Then picking
up the little black torpedo he looked up at Antonia with a curious
expression.  "Tell me how this goes, OK, sweetheart," he said to her.

Again her uncle had caught her off-guard.  "I..I beg your pardon," the
young girl replied blankly.

"I've never used one of these things before, Antonia," her uncle said
to her, smiling at her stunned expression.  "Show me what to do, and
how to put it in.  After all, I wouldn't want to make you
uncomfortable accidentally," he told her, studying the instrument
briefly.  When Antonia didn't answer right away, Domingo encouraged
her by adding, "Don't we have to get it wet first or something?"

Actually he knew exactly how the CAP devices worked, but he thought it
might be fun to let his little niece explain things to him.  And so
far just the expressions of bewilderment and subtle signs of outrage
on her face were well worth it.  

"Show me, Antonia.  Make it wet for me, please," he spoke a bit more
tersely, holding the CAP out to her.

"B..but," she started to argue, then quickly thought better of the
idea when she noticed the cold glimmer in her uncle's dark eyes.

"I'll hold it for you," her Uncle Domingo said flatly when Antonia
reached for the torpedo shaped device.  "Just make it wet for me,
Antonia," he ordered.

Feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed, the little beauty stepped a
bit closer, and then after thinking about it for a second or two, she
leaned down and spat on the hateful instrument held by her uncle.
Seeing that the glob of saliva she'd just donated was about to drip
onto the floor, Antonia reached out with her hand to catch it.  

She had every intention of using a finger or two to spread the spit
around on the head of the thing, when her Uncle Domingo barked, "Use
your mouth, Antonia!".  Startled she glanced up at him, feeling his
dark eyes boring into hers.  

"Did he really want her to put her mouth on the thing?" she fretted.
"I mean, an hour ago it was in my... in my... you know!"  The very
thought was repulsive to her as Antonia stared at the tiny torpedo in
disgust.  "She couldn't believe that's what her uncle wanted.  No one
had ever made her do this before.  She must have misunderstood him,"
she decided.

"Open your mouth, young lady!" Uncle Domingo told her as if in answer
to her question.

Antonia had seen and done an awful lot of things that most twelve year
old girls had never even heard of, and for the most part, she'd done
so without putting up too much of a fight.  This, however, was
probably the most repulsive thing she'd ever been asked to do, and as
she obediently opened her mouth at last, allowing her uncle to roll
the smooth tip of the foul device onto her tongue, the seeds of
rebellion were planted in her fertile young mind.  Although Antonia
was utterly mortified by the experience, she seemed to be managing OK
until her uncle told her to close her lips around the disgusting
thing.

"Suck on it, Antonia," he instructed.  "Make it nice and wet."

Antonia thought she would die when she tasted a faintly bitter flavor
on the composite torpedo, and knew that she was tasting herself. "Back
there!" she realized, causing her to gag horribly as she was forced to
gaze into her uncle's smiling face.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said, "That should be
sufficient, I suppose," and removed the horrible thing from Antonia's
mouth.  "Now what?" Uncle Domingo immediately asked, surprising her
and keeping her off balance.

"W...well.  Now we gotta... you know... like... put it in!" Antonia
said in a barely audible voice.  She couldn't remember ever having
been so embarrassed.  

"Show me," her uncle responded right away.  "Show me where it goes,
Antonia," he elaborated when she gave him a blank look.

The expressions that played across the lovely child's face were
utterly priceless as she slowly turned around and bent slightly at the
waist.

"Talk to me, Antonia," Uncle Domingo demanded.  "Tell me where it
goes."

Antonia couldn't believe this was happening, but in spite of the
awkwardness of the situation, she also knew that in the end she would
have to do what she was told to do.  So swallowing what little dignity
she had left, she placed her hands onto her shapely buttocks and gazed
back at her uncle from over her shoulder.  "It goes back here," she
explained in a small voice, spreading her cheeks for him.

Antonia grunted softly as always when the three inch long instrument
finally seated itself deeply inside of her colon/rectal passage and
her powerful anal sphincter muscle closed around its tapered neck,
holding the device snugly in place. 

Domingo chose not to reprimand the pretty youngster for her vocal
breach of protocol.  After all, he'd pushed her pretty hard, in the
end making her bend over and hold her buttocks open with her hands
while he inserted the pre-moistened rectal appliance into her.  On a
more positive note, though, using a little bit of creativeness,
Domingo was able to turn an otherwise mundane routine into a memorable
experience for both of them. 

After returning to her seat..very carefully.. Antonia finished her
lunch in silence.  Domingo tried once or twice to engage the lovely
adolescent in idle conversation, but she'd responded
unenthusiastically, answering in  barely distinguishable, monosyllabic
mutters.  Domingo didn't press the matter.  He was willing to be
patient, understanding that it would take time for his comely niece to
acclimate to their new life together.

The rest of the day passed more or less uneventfully.  Antonia kept to
herself, for the most part, content to watch TV in the living room.
Domingo decided to give her some space for the time being, and spent
the afternoon in his study, reading his niece's "Owner's Manual",
hoping the hours would go by faster if he kept himself busy.

The Manual was an incredibly thorough and detailed volume, covering
every conceivable topic having to do with caring for an adolescent
young woman.  Domingo skimmed the chapter on Pubescent Psychology, and
although he suspected that the information contained therein was
extremely important, he elected to skip it for now. He also decided to
forgo the chapters on Bathing and Assisted Hygiene, having perused
them briefly a day or two earlier.  Making a mental note to study the
section dealing with Menstrual Maintenance, Domingo flipped to the
section labeled "Passage Making", and there he found the information
he sought.  

Page upon page, filled with explicit instructions along with detailed
diagrams and anatomical illustrations met his eyes, exciting him to no
end; for Domingo knew that in a very few hours it would be bedtime.
The thought of lying beside his beautiful niece and of making slow and
tender love to her was extremely distracting, but he forced himself to
concentrate.

Prior to Antonia "going off to school", Domingo had been uncertain
about actually having  intercourse with a young lady her age.  He'd
always been under the impression that pre-teenage girls were
physically incapable of engaging a male partner.  However, according
to individuals far more knowledgeable and experienced than he, Domingo
learned that practically from the day she's born, the human female is
equipped with everything she needs in order to entertain a lover.  It
was merely a matter of technique.  From the regular correspondences he
received from Antonia's instructors, apprizing him of her progress,
Uncle Domingo soon realized that, he'd been misinformed as a young
man.  By the sixth week of her enrollment in that incredible
institution, his then eleven year old niece was reportedly taking two
or more lovers on a daily basis.

Studying a diagram, illustrating vaginal penetration, Domingo began to
read about such things as Angle of Attack, Stroke Sequence and Thrust
Potential, but soon his mind started to wander.  In the other room the
television peeled with canned laughter, as Domingo reflected upon days
gone by.  

Had he only known then what he knew now, his relationship with his
sister, Antonia's mother, would have been much different as well.  As
a girl, Meriel had been a very pretty young lady.  So pretty, in fact,
that from the very beginning, her older brother had been totally
infatuated with her, and secretly he still was to this very day.
Domingo recalled with exquisite clarity, that amazing day when upon
returning home from the beach, their mother had asked him to give his
younger sister a bubble-bath.  Meriel had been about four years old at
the time, and Domingo imagined he could still hear her childish
giggles the first time he'd reached down into the warm, soapy bath
water.  

From then on, barely a day went by that the young Domingo didn't
invent some excuse to spend time with his kid sister.  In the
beginning, Meriel never objected, and his parents didn't suspect a
thing.  In fact, Domingo believed his attractive younger sister
enjoyed their times together.  He called her his "Special Girl", and
life was good for many years.  Together he and Meriel shared the
mysteries and wonders of her budding physique.  Each day, it seemed,
the two of them uncovered some new and exciting secret, and each
discovery held the promise of further delights to come.  Domingo was
never happier.  

Strangely, by around age twelve, Meriel started to exhibit signs of
dissatisfaction.  Sporadic in the beginning, her periods of moodiness
and stubbornness began to become more and more frequent.  Domingo,
himself only nineteen at the time, simply couldn't understand what had
come over his pretty sibling.  "What had changed?" he pondered in
growing frustration.  "You used to love it when I touched you down
there," he pointed out to Meriel, confronting his sister, but she
never would give him a clear indication as to exactly what was
bothering her.  

For awhile, Domingo was able to cajole Meriel into cooperating with
him, but his arguments and pleas were becoming less and less
effective. Then came that fateful day when Meriel cut him off
entirely.  No reason or explanation was offered, and there was no
arguing with her.  What had once been a remarkably pleasurable
relationship, lasting many, many years, simply ceased to exist. To
make matters worse, at the time, everything about Muriel's maturing
young body screamed at Domingo for attention.  

Perhaps had The Youth Training Center been in existence back then, he
might have stood a fighting chance.  With guidance, Domingo might have
recognized the early signs of noncompliance in his kid sister and
taken steps to remedy the situation before it reached critical mass.
And failing that, a program of "encouragement" might have been
developed for Meriel, providing her with an incentive to cooperate
until she could regain her focus.  According to the Center, "For any
problem having to do with the female of our species, there exists a
sexual solution."

Regrettably, that amazing institute was yet to be conceived, and so
Domingo's relationship with his younger sister came to an abrupt and
untimely end.  In retrospect, what Domingo regretted the most, and
would remain with him for a long, long time, was the fact that in all
the years he and Meriel were together, he never made love to her.  

He'd considered it, naturally, but Domingo was a product of his times.
He'd been conditioned by society to believe that anything under the
magic age of eighteen was taboo, and that girls in their formative
years were anatomically unable to participate in the act of physical
love making, for fear of damaging them irreparably.

Today, of course, we recognize this myth for what it is.  For years,
in response to a steadily growing demand by the public for younger and
younger partners, The Youth Training Center has been of introducing
adolescents to the wonders of their developing physiques.  And more
recently with the opening of The Wonder Wing, young women in their
most impressionable years, and from all walks of life enjoy a program
of gentle encouragement scientifically tailored to their specific
needs.

Not for the last time, Domingo imagined what life would have been like
with Meriel, had she been given the "education" that her lovely
daughter received.  "Too bad," he sighed, "but that was then, and this
is now," Domingo muttered.  Slowly a smile spread on his.  "Now he had
Antonia," he thought happily.

Realizing he'd been day dreaming and had probably skipped over some
potentially useful information, Domingo leafed back to the beginning
of the section.  It never ceased to amaze him how exceptionally
thorough, the people at his niece's school were.  On any given page,
instructional material pertinent to a young lady in Antonia's age
group was highlighted in bold, red ink, much like a red letter bible,
making it much easier to locate.  And considering the copious amount
of general information contained within the amazing manual, Domingo
would have been overwhelmed had it not been for the highlighted text. 
"5:30!  Where had the time gone?" he marveled after glancing at his
wristwatch.  Domingo accepted the fact that he'd missed his chance to
have his sister, but in about an hour he would take Meriel Lumas'
beautiful young daughter into his bed.  Flipping the page, Domingo
studied a section dealing with Arousal Control.  No longer worried
about hurting Antonia as a result of his amorous affections, since by
then the handsome twelve year old had shared herself with more
partners than most women three times her age, Domingo was free to
concentrate on the more important aspects of attending to the
"enlightened" female.  Reading farther, Domingo learned that
maintaining control, not only of oneself, but more importantly of
one's partner's level of sexual arousal during intercourse was
paramount.  In fact, the staff members of TYTC felt so strongly about
this, that they had elevated the once scorned practice of male
dominance into an art form.  Believing that the very integrity of the
male/female relationship rested upon this concept, the science of
Arousal and Climax Management or ACM was born.

Domingo was deep into reading about Shaft Vectors and Broken Cadence
Stroke Patterns and didn't notice his pretty niece standing in the
open doorway until she cleared her throat.  Looking up, Domingo was
temporarily struck dumb by the sight of the stunning child.  When at
last he found his voice, he held out his hand to her, saying, "Come
in, my dear.  Are you hungry?" It was now almost 7:00.

"A..a little," the exquisite little brunette replied in a tiny voice
from the doorway.  Then when her uncle continued to hold his hand out
toward her, Antonia glided slowly to his side.  

Domingo still couldn't believe that the whole thing wasn't some kind
of an incredible dream, and that soon he'd wake up and she'd be gone.
But as he slid his arm around her slender waist, feeling the warmth
and softness of her flawless skin, and pulled her naked little body
closer, Domingo knew he wasn't dreaming.  "No dream could hold a
candle to this!" he murmured under his breath, dropping his hand down
to her shapely little bottom and squeezing her affectionately.

"OK, let's go see what we can find in the kitchen, shall we," Uncle
Domingo said rising from his seat.

"U..Uncle Domingo?" the little brunette asked, plaintively as he took
her by the hand.

"What is it, darling?" he responded, smiling at her warmly.

"I...I... need to," Antonia murmured then paused, the blood rushing
into her cheeks.

"You need to what, Antonia?" Domingo inquired.  He already suspected
what she wanted, but wanted her to spell it out for him.  It was part
of her training, after all.

"I...I... n..need to pee again," she said in a voice barely above a
whisper.  She looked absolutely divine, standing naked by his side,
blushing hotly.

For the second time that day, and the second time in his life, for
that matter, Uncle Domingo helped his delicious little niece use the
toilet, and in the process decided that it was actually a rather
pleasant chore; one he could get used to.  Afterward, the two of them
shared a casual dinner at the kitchen table, and then at long
last...it was time for bed.

Amazing images dancing in his head like sugar plums, hand in hand,
Domingo and his precious niece walked down the hallway toward the
master bedroom.  Certain that Antonia understood what was in the
offing, if she objected, she didn't show it, padding along quietly by
his side.  

Ever the sentimentalist, earlier, Domingo had tidied up the bedroom a
bit.  He'd made the bed and turned down the sheets.  Two pillows lay
side by side at the head of the bed and upon the one on the right,
he'd placed a single long stem, red rose.  Stopping in the open
doorway, Domingo slid his right arm gently around Antonia's shoulders,
pausing to survey the candle-lit ambiance of the room.  He very much
wanted this to be a special evening for Antonia.

He wouldn't be her first.  In hindsight, he wished he could rescind
the decision he'd made to have his niece mechanically deflowered, but
that was just his emotions talking.  Intellectually Domingo understood
that the methods and procedures employed by Antonia's school were
tried and true.  As much as he would have liked to have been her first
true love, it was better this way.  The staff at TYTC had good enough
in any case to send him video tape of Antonia's big day.  A production
he'd reviewed again and again until he practically knew it by heart.

Insisting that mechanical defloration was far less traumatic for young
ladies in their formative years, the center had developed The
Defloration Tool, or "DefT" for short, for this specific purpose.
Inserted into the vaginal opening, the slender wand-shaped instrument
utilized a battery of six spring loaded  "expansion arms" which when
triggered sprang apart, expanding the tiny natural opening in the
hymen to nearly ten times its diameter, tearing the fragile membrane
asunder in a twinkling.  Simultaneously a fast acting local anesthetic
mixed with a topical antiseptic is sprayed onto the surrounding
tissue, instantly numbing the area, while eliminating any chance of
infection.  Wielded by an experienced hand, the specialized device can
wipe away the last vestiges of a young girl's childhood, and usually
leaving her totally unaware that this important change in her life has
occurred.  

Domingo had watched Antonia's defloration at least a dozen times.  In
the video she's on her hands and knees in a room with a padded floor.
A large man dressed in the familiar white coveralls of the TYTC staff
knelt behind her.  After instructing Antonia to arch her back and look
directly at the camera mounted on a tripod positioned in front of
them, the man in white went ahead with the procedure.  Domingo got a
quick glimpse of a shiny instrument in the man's hand just before the
camera zoomed in on Antonia's face.  Although he'd watched this part
over and over again, Domingo still wasn't absolutely certain he could
identify when his handsome niece's special moment actually occurred.
He thought he saw Antonia flinch ever so slightly, and though he was
probably imagining things, Domingo swore that her big brown eyes
glazed for a fraction of a second.  According to the Center's records,
young Antonia took her first actual lover later that day, but Domingo
had no desire to witness that.  So far he was extremely satisfied with
the results of his niece's schooling, however he would have preferred
for Antonia to have been paired up with perhaps one or two
individuals, rather than the large entourage indicated in her file.  

It wasn't worth griping about, in any case, and who was he to question
the Center's methods, anyway?  After all, right beside him stood the
small naked figure of his delectable twelve year old niece, and when
he asked her if she was ready for bed, Antonia looked up at him and
nodded her consent.  "You don't have to use the bathroom one last
time, do you, darling?" Domingo inquired.

"Uh uh," she replied, shaking her little head.

"OK, climb on in, Antonia," he told her, barely able to contain his
excitement.  "Now I have to pee," Domingo remarked with a chuckle.
"Make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back."  Turning for the
bathroom, he glanced back over his shoulder and was treated to the
sight of his exquisite little niece crawling on her hands and knees
across his big bed.  "Magnificent!"

She lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling, he diminutive figure
covered only by navy blue linen.  Her expression remained completely
neutral, even when she caught sight of her Uncle Domingo's raging
erection, just before he slipped between the cool linen sheets next to
her.  Domingo wasn't an overly large man, but he had enough to keep a
girl happy.  If his size worried Antonia at all, she gave no
indication of it.  He couldn't help wondering about his niece's other
lovers, but that was a dead end street.  Antonia was here with him
now, in his own bed, and that's all that really mattered.  

"Actually it was nothing short of a miracle," he had to admit. Rolling
onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow, Domingo picked up
the long stem rose from beside her pillow.  Raising the fragrant
blossom to his lips, he took a minute to reflect.

Less than one year ago, his exquisite twelve year old niece was all
but untouchable.  His overprotective sister was largely responsible
for that unpleasant situation, but one that he would thankfully
remedy.  A renewed sense of contentment washed over him, and gazing
down at Antonia's enchanting shape beneath the sheets, Domingo thanked
his lucky stars.  A year ago, he never would have believed that his
lovely Antonia would be lying naked, next to him in his own bed,
awaiting his pleasure.  Words wouldn't do justice to the work of art
he beheld.

"You're an exceptionally attractive young lady, Antonia," Domingo said
to the sweet child beside him, his voice slightly hoarse.  "And I hope
that you and I can build a happy life together."  Holding the fragrant
flower by its stem, Domingo touched the rose bud to Antonia's left
cheek and then slowly traced the shape of the little beauty's lower
jaw around to her other cheek.  Suppressing a giggle, Antonia shrugged
her shoulders delightfully.  Next Domingo took the edge of the sheet
covering her, and without comment he folded the navy blue linen down,
gradually revealing the object of his dreams.  Surprisingly his mouth
was as dry as the Mojave Dessert.  After all, Uncle Domingo had seen
his "special girl" in the buff before, and staring enraptured at her
amazing little body, he noted that his lovely niece really hadn't
changed all that much during her time away; at least not on the
outside.  A fresh curve here or subtle swelling there, it was pretty
hard to improve upon perfection.  

The real difference, Domingo decided, and probable cause of the
unusually high level of exhilaration he was experiencing, was the
simple fact never before had he shared with his delectable niece on
this level.  Yes, he'd seen her unclothed before, and yes, he'd even
had the opportunity to touch her from time to time, but not like this.
By comparison, his past relationship with Antonia seemed cheep and
hollow.  

Domingo's heart was pounding so hard it was almost alarming as he
rolled the rose bud slowly back and forth on top of the satiny pink
disk which was Antonia's right areola.  Instantly the tiny nipple at
its center become erect.  Moving the soft flower to the other
strawberry topped, creamy white little cone, the true scope and nature
of his current arrangement with his precious niece finally became
clear.  They would not be interrupted by anyone.  She wouldn't be
leaving when they were finished.  "They didn't ever have to finish!"
If they so chose, they could make love all night long.  The sweet
child was his completely.  Miss Antonia Lumas was all his, to have and
to hold from this day forward.

"Does that feel good, darling?" Domingo asked in a husky voice as the
rose bud traced slowly down the centerline of her torso and then on
across the soft skin of her tummy.  

"Ugh.. Uh huh," she responded after a little huff when the muscles in
her abdomen reacted to the tickling passage of the rose.

"You know that your Uncle Domingo has always loves his "special girl",
don't you, baby...don't you?" he murmured, not really expecting an
answer.

Antonia really didn't know what to expect from her uncle.  She figured
that sooner or later he would want to make love, and was a little
surprised, in fact, that he wasn't hammering away at her already.  In
the past, her dealings with Uncle Domingo had mostly consisted of
spontaneous, furtive trysts of very short duration, during which time
her uncle would corner her.  And then when he was reasonably sure that
nobody was around, Domingo would ram his hand down her pants, working
one or two fingers into what was once a rather private area of her
body, and then just as quickly he was gone.  Based upon Uncle
Domingo's M/O in the past, Antonia assumed that anything he did with
her now would be equally surreptitious and brief, and was surprised
and unprepared for the thing with the rose.  

Arriving at the juncture of her thighs, Uncle Domingo seemed content
simply to stare at her down there.  Several minutes went by while her
uncle touched her with his eyes, giving Antonia a case of the willies.
She debated asking him if everything was alright, but remembering her
training, she remained silent.  A moment later, Domingo began to tap
the dense flower bud in the center of Antonia's prominent pubic mons,
and for the next five minutes he continued to tap and stare, until the
pretty twelve year old thought she would go crazy.  "What was he
doing?  Why didn't he get on with it?"

Although in the early days of her period in residence she thought she
would surely die, gradually Antonia had become accustomed to the
Handlers and the way they did things.  A typical day in the life of a
Guest of The Wonder Wing began with her Principal or her partner from
the evening before making love to her.  Often as not, her "partner du
jour" would begin while Antonia was still sleeping, such that his
presence inside was the very first thing she knew upon regaining
consciousness.  It was very disorienting.  The rest of her day
consisted of a dizzying assortment of carnal exercises, and depending
upon her schedule, she would spend time with an average of three
different partners.  And the sensation of her lover slowly softening
within her was the lullaby of every Guest of The Youth Training
Center.

Although to the layperson, this sounds like a full day of physical and
psychological torture, the girls seemed to adapt in a surprisingly
short period of time.  First of all, one must realize that the female
of the species is designed for multiple duty cycles, and secondly, the
staff of Handlers at TYTC were exceptionally efficient and well
organized.  A typical encounter began with the Guest being instructed
to assume one of perhaps a half-dozen standard positions.  The Handler
would then enter her and begin the exercise.  Occasionally a Handler
would have to resort to foreplay in dealing with a Guest in her early
days in residence, but for the most part it was deemed unnecessary,
particularly since vaginal lubrication wasn't an issue, thanks to
Thelazine.  As a rule, her partner will bring the Guest to brink of
climax, using precise Arousal and Climax Management protocols, and
then depending upon her prescribed training regimen, orgasm will
either be allowed or withheld.  In either case, however, the Guest
would be inseminated, thereby ending the exercise, although many
Handlers preferred to remain with their partners until flaccidity set
in.  

Naturally, duration times vary, depending upon several factors; the
nature of the exercise as well as the aptitude of the Guest involved,
for example.  On average, however, the typical encounter, from
assumption of position to insemination would require ten to twelve
minutes of a Handler's time, providing no corrective measures were
needed.

According to Antonia's personal file data which was appended at the
rear of her Owner's Manual, Domingo determined that on average his
delectable niece had entertained at least one lover each day,
amounting to quite a healthy variety of partners during her eleven
month stay at the Center.

Antonia was accustomed to being with men who had a job to do.  That's
not to say they weren't attuned to her physical needs.  To the
contrary, in order to become a TYTC Handler, a man must possess an
in-depth knowledge of the female reproductive anatomy.  An experienced
Handler is capable of playing the female body like a musical
instrument, and the quality of the music she produces is a direct
result of his influence and control.  For nearly a year, Antonia's
nubile body was "played" several times a day, until not only did she
become accustomed to the routine, it became the focal point of her
existence, helping her to maintain balance and meaning in her daily
life.

Then suddenly that balance was lost.  Her last day in residence had
been very busy.  Antonia had become a popular girl, and a lot of
people wanted to "say goodby" to her.  Now some twenty hours later,
she found herself in her Uncle Domingo's bed.  And in spite of the
little voice calling from deep within her psyche, advocating caution,
Antonia found that she was actually anxious to begin.  She was in the
process of pondering this odd development when abruptly, Domingo
stopped tapping on her with his flower and spoke.

"I understand that you enjoy getting on top, Antonia," he remarked
almost casually, and equally casually Domingo reached out with his
right hand and cupped his niece's marvelous little pussy.  

As per her training, Antonia immediately made eye contact with her
uncle, feeling him slip his middle finger between her plump labia
majora and into her world of warmth and moisture.  Suddenly it
occurred to Antonia that this was just like old times, the thought of
which made her feel a little uncomfortable.  The difference was, in
the old days, Uncle Domingo's violations of her privacy lasted only a
few seconds, leaving Antonia feeling dirty, but today he didn't remove
his finger right away.

"Oh, my, Antonia.  What a grown up young lady we've become," he purred
as he probed about, his fingertip gliding across petal-like folds of
moist feminine flesh.  In fact, Domingo was thrilled with the amount
of moisture he found between his young niece's thighs.  "Must be that
designer drug he'd read about," Domingo thought to himself, at the
same time deciding that Antonia had self-lubricated enough to
facilitate entry. 

He'd forgotten what an amazing young lady she was.  At twelve years of
age, Antonia's prominent mons was nearly as broad as Domingo's hand.
Her labia majora, or outer lips were remarkably full and meaty, making
her a joy to touch, since those heavy lips were capable of completely
surrounding a man's finger.  And best of all, in Domingo's opinion,
Antonia was still nearly devoid of pubic hair.  Only soft wisps
adorned the edges of her pronounced pudendal cleft.  In spite of
numerous cautions throughout her manual, regarding foreplay, Domingo
found that he was reluctant to remove his hand from the lovely child,
for this was the first time he'd ever had the time to really get to
know Antonia.  A minute later, however, Domingo came to his senses.
"Silly me," he chided himself good-naturedly, realizing, of course,
that he had all the time in the world to spend with his luscious
niece.  She looked at him quizzically when he removed his hand from
her, awaiting his instructions, and again Domingo was struck by her
beauty.  Certain that he was the luckiest man on earth, Domingo was
about to realize a dream, and lying back on the cool sheets, his head
on his favorite pillow, Uncle Domingo clasped his hands behind his
head.  

"Go ahead, darling," he said, speaking to the ceiling.  There was no
need for explicit instructions.  They both knew what was expected.

"Service Position Three" it was called, or "The Service Ride", Domingo
recalled from his reading.  Simply put, the Guest is expected to mount
a reclining partner, facing him and must achieve entry and full
penetration without assistance from him.  At his signal, the Guest is
then required to service her partner, keeping her shoulders back and
her back straight, and, of course, maintaining direct eye contact with
him during the entire exercise.  Additionally she must remain alert
for further instructions from her partner, regarding tempo and timing.

Many Handlers shy away from The Service Ride, believing the protocol
places far too much responsibility upon the female.  Many feel quite
strongly that during vaginal or anal intercourse a young lady has one
job, and one job only - Passage Control.  If she's thinking about
cadence or thrust potential, then she's not concentrating on Passage
Control.

Basic Passage Control protocols prescribe that during copulation the
female must relax her muscles upon her partner's ingress, allowing him
unfettered access to her depths.  Conversely, during egress she is
expected to flex her internal musculature surrounding the abdominal
passage in use.  Beginners are told to attempt to "hold" their lovers
inside.

"PC" comes naturally to many, but can remain elusive for others. Given
time practically any young lady can achieve rudimentary control, but
unquestionably some girls are better at it than others.  Early on,
Antonia's Primary Handler, Stan, recognized that the pretty eleven
year old had potential and began her training right away following her
defloration.  Antonia also spent time in the TYTC Gymnasium, improving
her Internal Grip Strength (IGS) and Muscle Memory (M&M's), two
attributes critical to mastering PC.  During her "off hours" the
youngster worked with Kegel weights, and there never seemed to be a
shortage of volunteers willing to help Antonia practice her technique.
In only six months the lovely young brunette managed to practically
double her IGS, and then with Stan's patient tutelage she began to
perfect her timing.  

Antonia was unquestionably a talented young lady and quickly earned an
excellent and well deserved reputation among the TYTC Staff.  "A joy
to be with!" Stan used to say.  Basic Passage Control techniques which
sadly eluded some young ladies, became almost automatic for Antonia,
her exceptionally athletic vaginal muscles delivering surprisingly
powerful "hugs" to her partners without her having to even think about
it.  

The talented youngster remained "coupled", however, and Stan had every
intention of helping Antonia to break that very common bad habit.
"Coupling" or Sympathetic Coupling, by the way, refers to the tendency
most females have to flex and relax the muscles of her two serviceable
abdominal passages as one.  It was simple laziness, really, and most
young ladies required only a few days of practice in order to
"uncouple" and learn to manage her passages independently.

One morning as Stan made love to Antonia, quite by accident he and the
charming brunette had discovered a hidden talent.  They'd begun with
the venerable Missionary Position, when on a whim Stan rolled onto his
back.  Just before rolling over, he'd hugged the precious child
against his chest, carrying her along with him, while remaining firmly
ensconced within her.  Pushing herself up with her hands, Antonia had
given him one of her precious quizzical looks.  

"Wanna try something new, sweetheart?" the Handler inquired.

Antonia had grown to trust her Handler, as many girls do, but it had
taken both time and patience.  Stan had been her first lover, and
later the first adult male Antonia had ever slept in the same bed
with.  The soft spoken director of the Wonder Wing had also introduced
the enchanting eleven year old to the concept of Continuous Anal
Presence, and when the time came it was he who had installed her first
CAP Device.  Not all of the milestones they'd achieved together had
been pleasant for Antonia.  Not every eleven year old could claim to
have spent the night in the arms of a man three times her own age.
They say that time heals all, though, and the relationship Antonia
shared with Stan was certainly proof of that.

"Uhh.. Alright," the pretty brunette had agreed, albeit somewhat
hesitantly.

Holding Antonia gently by her slender waist to keep from accidentally
disengaging with her, the Handler helped the sweet child to switch
positions.  After bringing her knees forward and straddling his hips,
Antonia was instructed by Stan to sit up straight on top of him.  With
the entire weight of her body driving her downward onto the fairly
sizeable man, Antonia experienced a sense of fullness like nothing
she'd felt before.  It was almost as though the broad head of her
Handler's cock had slipped into some previously unvisited place.  

Recognizing the telltale facial expressions of a girl who is fully
involved; glassy stare and quivering lower lip, Stan gave the
youngster a warm smile.  "This technique is called Service Position
Three or The Service Ride," he explained to the somewhat uncomfortable
little girl.  "It's a position we generally reserve for our more
advanced Guests.  In fact you are most certainly the first resident of
the Wonder Wing ever to try it, sweetheart."  

Antonia acknowledged his compliment with a half-hearted smile.  

"So what do you think, Antonia?" Stan asked with a wry chuckle.

"I...I... Ohh!" the attractive adolescent groaned as a powerful cramp
wracked her belly. Placing her small hands onto his chest for support,
Antonia leaned forward, assuming the classic "comma" position.

Stan gave Antonia a minute for the cramps to settle down before
correcting her posture.  "OK, that's a common mistake, sweetheart," he
chastised in a soft tone of voice.  "I want you to sit up straight,
Antonia.  Keep your shoulders back and arch your back.  Will you do
that for me, please," Stan instructed.  

Over the last six months, Antonia and Stan had reached an
understanding.  Although at times his instructions sounded like a
casual request, Antonia quickly learned to treat them as direct
orders.  She'd also learned, partly by witnessing the mistakes of a
few of her peers, that a Guest never ever argues with a Handler, no
matter how far-fetched his request might appear to be at the time.

"That's much better, darling," Uncle Domingo purred, watching his
enchanting twelve year old princess arch her back and square her
shoulders for him, and in so doing Antonia seemed to settle down onto
him another half inch or so.  Her big brown eyes were wide open and
slightly hazy in appearance as she forced herself to maintain direct
eye contact with him, and gazing into those liquid windows to her
soul, Domingo found himself wondering what was going through her mind
on this momentous occasion.

Their joining had been the stuff of dreams.  Domingo had looked on in
rapt wonder as his gorgeous little niece took his meaty cock in her
small hand, holding him upright as she rose up onto her knees,
positioning herself above him.  Domingo was so excited, he feared he
would shoot his entire load at the moment his flesh first touched
hers, but he'd somehow managed to maintain control.  He'd then watched
utterly speechless while Antonia hunted for the right opening, wiping
the head of his cock back and forth across her intimate flesh until at
last, like a dream coming true in slow motion, the exquisite young
girl lowered herself onto him.  

Her Uncle Domingo's manhood wasn't particularly long, but his girth
had made Antonia sit up and take note.  Rocking her narrow hips slowly
from side to side, just the way Stan had taught her, Antonia had eased
herself down.  At first it had been a bit of a tight fit, causing both
parties to groan with pleasure, but a couple of minutes later the
youngster's pert little butt came to rest on the tops of Domingo's
thighs.  

Antonia and her Uncle Domingo had at long last become one.

For Domingo, their joining was the answer to a prayer, representing
the culmination of years of longing.  

Antonia wasn't sure how she felt about it.  Over the past year her
life had been a bizarre series of twists and turns.  After coming to
American, Antonia had been abused by her uncle, abducted and
imprisoned, and abandoned by her parents.  And now it appeared she'd
come full circle.  It was one confused young girl who straddled her
uncle's hairy thighs, feeling his bulk swell within her belly.  "How
had things gotten so crazy?" Antonia puzzled, feeling her own body
make the necessary adjustments in order to accommodate her Uncle
Domingo.  The befuddled adolescent could have sworn that there had
once been a time when she was afraid of her uncle, but those memories
were no more than ghosts. 

Perhaps that had been in another life, for had anyone walked into
their bedroom just then, they would have seen the attractive twelve
year old fucking her Uncle Domingo with remarkable enthusiasm.  "What
a long, strange trip it's been," Antonia thought to herself as she
drove herself onto her uncle's thick cock again and again.

Domingo had died and gone to heaven.  The vision of his very own angel
descended to earth repeatedly slamming her hairless pussy onto his
stocky cock was indelibly etched in his memory.  Thinking he'd done
pretty well "for an old fart", Domingo stayed with his athletic young
niece for nearly an hour.  If the truth be known, he'd pretty much
just laid there almost like an observer, letting Antonia do all the
fucking, and oh, what a fucking it was.  

For the first time, Domingo was treated to the end results of nearly a
year of specialized training.  Antonia was pleasingly snug, but not as
tight as he imagined a twelve year old girl would be.  His entry into
her went smoothly enough, and then following a brief period of
adjustment, his young niece had started fucking him.  That's when the
fun began.  Domingo had never known a girl trained in the art of
passage control, and he was in for a wonderful surprise.  It took
Antonia a minute or two to settle into a rhythm, and seconds later
Domingo became the recipient of a vaginal embrace of staggering
proportions.  

"Oh, God, Antonia!" he groaned when the talented youngster rose up off
the tops of his thighs,  gripping him in a steely soft embrace, and
stretching his cock like a rubber band.  It was the most incredible
thing he'd ever experienced, and for nearly an hour the sweet child
fucked her Uncle Domingo, and with every stroke of her slender hips,
her miraculous little vagina milked him until finally he couldn't hold
out any longer.  Domingo was very glad that he'd sprung for the cost
of Antonia's systemic contraceptive along with the Thelazine, for as a
result of this foresight he was free to inseminate his pretty niece
without concern for unplanned pregnancies.  And inseminate her he did,
thoroughly coating the convoluted walls of her clutching vagina with
his hot, viscous offerings.  So tight was her seal around his blood
engorged cock that virtually none of his seed escaped from Antonia's
interior until he later removed himself from her with an rather
pleasant, wet sound.  "splop".

For the next eleven months life was good for Domingo and his lovely
niece.  In no time at all, it seemed, the two of them settled into a
comfortable routine of daily delights.  Antonia, for the most part,
remained polite and accommodating, accepting her Uncle Domingo's
affections as he saw fit.  And although the beautiful young girl
shared herself with him on a level that few could imagine, there would
always be an underlying sense of distrust for Domingo, keeping them
from bonding in any kind of truly spiritual way.  Domingo, of course,
wasn't terribly interested in the emotional aspects of their
relationship.  His was a purely carnal concern, and so long as Antonia
continued to give freely of herself, he was content.  Madly content
would be more accurate.  In his wildest dreams Domingo would never
have imagined the depths of pleasure and excitement he discovered
within his succulent little niece.  Each day was like the very first
time, and each time was exquisite beyond description.  The weeks and
months passed in pure delight, and Domingo was never happier.  Then
one day that which he'd feared the most came to pass, marking the
beginning of darker times.

Domingo had gone into town for groceries and other sundry supplies,
leaving Antonia alone in the big house for a couple of hours.  It
wasn't the first time he'd left her alone.  As part of her family
obligations Antonia was responsible for keeping the house clean and
other such domestic chores.  After washing the breakfast dishes she
did the laundry of which there was precious little since she and her
uncle were accustomed to going without clothing the majority of the
time.  Next she vacuumed the floors and dusted, working her way
methodically from the front of the house to the rear, ending up with
the master bedroom.  As usual the bed linen needed changing.  Antonia
tried to ignore the large, distasteful stain in the center of the big
mattress.  It seemed to grow larger by the week.  She knew exactly
what made the stain, and although most young ladies in her position
would have been troubled by this, Antonia had come to think of the
sexual part of her relationship with her uncle as just another one of
her family obligations.  "We really need a mattress cover," she
thought absently as she threw a fresh sheet over the bed and then
tucked it in.  Once the bed was made, Antonia picked up the scant pile
of clean clothing belonging to her uncle and carried it to his tall
dresser.  Knowing Domingo was adamant about organization, Antonia was
careful to arrange everything in his dresser drawers just so.  In
order to place her uncle's meticulously folded dungarees into the
bottom most drawer, Antonia had to remove most of its contents first
to make adequate space, and in so doing she spotted a crack or seam in
the bottom of the drawer she'd never noticed before.  Clearing away
her uncle's belongings Antonia soon discovered that indeed it was a
seam and that it described a perfect rectangle in the bottom of the
drawer.  Being the curious child that she was Antonia naturally picked
at one corner of the mysterious crack with a fingernail.  

The seam turned out to be the lid of a secret compartment built into
the bottom of her uncle's bottom dresser drawer.  It wasn't fastened
down, and Antonia was able to lift and remove it without difficulty.
She felt tremendously guilty prying into her Uncle Domingo's private
affairs and figured she'd be in big trouble if he found out, but she
simply couldn't resist the temptation.  Her heart pounding like a jack
hammer, Antonia reached into the compartment with a trembling hand and
withdrew a bundle of papers secured with a rubber band.  Antonia held
in her hands the answers to all the recent wickedness in her life. For
contained within that bundle of documents was the contract her uncle
had signed with The Youth Training Center, authorizing her abduction
and subsequent months of abuse.  More damning still was the letter she
found.  It was type-written on official letterhead, and with growing
abhorrence Antonia read the following:


September 10, 1991

Mr. Domingo Abascal
114 Second Street
Santa Monica, CA 26003

Dear Mr. Abascal,

We are in receipt of your letter dated August 23, 1991, regarding the
status of your sister, Mrs. Meriel Lumas and her husband, Mr. Enrique
Lumas currently residing under your roof.  As you have so dutifully
reported to us, your sister and brother-in-law are here in the United
States illegally and must be returned to their home country with all
possible dispatch.  Rest assured that we will give this matter top
priority.  You may expect deportation proceedings to begin
immediately.  The Lumas' will be arrested and detained on September
12, 1991, the day after tomorrow.  Please keep this communication
confidential in the mean time.

Please allow us to express our respect and gratitude for conducting
yourself in the manner of a loyal citizen of the United States of
America.  We know this has been difficult for you.

Sincerely,

Roger Milken
INS Field Operative


Antonia just knew she was going to be sick.  She barely had the
strength to bundle the despicable documents and return them to their
hiding place, before having to rush into the bathroom where she threw
up rather violently for several minutes.  When her uncle finally
returned from his errands an hour or so later, Antonia was still
shaken by her discovery and as a result treated Domingo with an
aloofness which bordered on hostility.  As a testimony to the
profoundness of the training she'd received while in residence at The
Youth Training Center, Antonia was unable to refuse her uncle her
corporal delights, but it was with tremendous reservation that she
gave herself to him from that day forward.  Naturally Domingo was the
first to notice his niece's coolness toward him.  "It wasn't as though
Antonia was refusing him outright," he decided.  However, for the past
week or so it seemed like the "fire" had gone out of the once
incendiary young lady. It was as though she was simply tolerating him.
When he gazed into her huge brown eyes as they made love Domingo was
met with a chill and empty stare.  Granted it was an utterly
enchanting chill, empty stare, but after spending so many months
trying to cultivate a truly satisfying relationship with his niece,
Domingo expected more out of Antonia.  In fact, he demanded more.

His frustration with Antonia's aloof demeanor growing, Domingo sought
an answer to her coolness in Antonia's "Owner's Manual".  Skimming
through page after page of in depth technical information, Domingo
stopped at a section which dealt with a concept called the Group
Corrective Opportunity or GCO. 

Primarily the GCO is used to encourage an uncooperative subject to
participate more willingly in her conditioning program.  Basically the
GCO is an encounter session using multiple partners aimed at wearing
down a young lady's resistance to training.  During a typical GCO an
unaccommodating Guest is introduced sexually to consecutive partners
until she is physically and/or emotionally exhausted at which time she
becomes far more impressionable and receptive to development.

Intrigued by the concept, Domingo read that often TYTC instructors
will attend to a girl in tandem or even in the form of a threesome at
a GCO in order to gain her full attention.  The manual went on to
state unequivocally that the GCO was one of the most effective tools
for dealing with reticent subjects.  Convinced that this form of
persuasion was precisely what Antonia needed to help her overcome
whatever was bothering her, Domingo was then faced with how to go
about it.

Domingo had gone to great lengths to isolate himself in his new
residence and as a consequence had made few acquaintances.  Certainly
nobody he could trust or call a friend, and certainly no one he would
care to see become intimately involved with Antonia, partly out of
concerns for security, but also for more personal reasons.  Meanwhile
his sensual relations with his lovely young niece became increasingly
disappointing.  Domingo pondered the dilemma for days but still hadn't
come to any conclusion.  Frustrated, he had all but decided to call on
a gentleman who lived nearby and whom he'd met once or twice socially,
thinking perhaps he could be trusted, when Domingo inadvertently
stumbled upon that which he immediately knew to be the source of
Antonia's frigidity.  Somehow she'd discovered his secret hiding
place, and based upon her resent behavior had obviously read the
sensitive documents contained therein.  Surmising that his niece's
problem was more grave than he'd imagined, Domingo did the right thing
and contacted The Youth Training Center.

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