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Chapter Fifteen - BJ-101

Intended to be calming to the spirit, The Free Encounter Area was
nicely decorated in cool pastels with thick pile carpeting and plush
furnishings.  Tanita surveyed her surroundings tentatively as a few
more girls began to file into the room.  Some were alone, while
others, like Tanita, were accompanied by their Handlers.  Not a word
was spoken as one by one the girls found their places.  Those with
escorts stood quietly while their partners took seats on the many
plush, padded ottomans arranged in a wide semi-circle near the center
of the big room.  Once the white clad escorts were comfortable the
girls allowed themselves to be guided into more approachable
positions.

Tanita's "Principal" was named Roger, and during her ten week period
in residence, she and the soft spoken man had become quite close in
ways Tanita would never have dreamed possible.  In fact, the pretty
eleven year old would have been utterly terrified by the nature of
company she kept these days. 

At first the shock of being removed from friends, family and pretty
much all she knew had been tremendously painful for Tanita, as it was
for many of the younger Guests of The Youth Training Center.  The
first three or four weeks were the most difficult for the girls as
they slowly came to grips with their new surroundings while at the
same time adjusting to unfamiliar and often intimidating new
responsibilities.  Fortunately, a few far sighted individuals,
recognizing the special needs of young ladies in their formative
years, developed a program designed specifically to address these
issues.  Thus the Wonder Wing of the venerable institution of higher
learning was born, and after its first few months of full-time
operation, it was already enjoying a near capacity client roster and,
as one might expect, remarkable results.

Naturally some girls took to the program more readily than others.
Tanita, being a reasonably trusting and good natured child, had
managed to acclimate fairly quickly.  Granted there had been a few
bumps in the road, like the first time Roger had inserted his finger
into her rectal passage. Never in her wildest dreams had Tanita
expected to be handled in such an invasive manner by a grownup, except
maybe a doctor.

It wasn't as though Tanita had never been touched before.  She and her
brother, Brandon, had been known to "fool around" on occasion as
brothers and sisters will do.   Tanita recalled Brandon, "poking
around" back there from time to time, but it hadn't been anything like
what Roger did to her!  She'd been more startled than afraid, for
Roger hadn't given her any warning whatsoever that first time.  The
big man had at least been considerate enough to use an artificial
lubricant, but in a way that made the awful experience that much more
all-consuming. Roger had big hands and Tanita was rather slight of
frame, and the additional lubrication allowed him to achieve
remarkable penetration.  That first time had been a real "eye opener",
and even after many weeks, the attractive little sandy blond found
herself shifting her hips slightly in order to incorporate the acute
sensation of fullness back there.  Sensing her adjust to his presence,
Roger gave her an affectionate little squeeze with his free hand which
rested lightly on her left hip.  In addition to the mass of her
partner's finger ensconced incredibly deeply in what had once been a
very private area of her anatomy, Tanita felt the warmth of his big
hand pressed firmly against her buttocks.  That part, at least, was
marginally pleasant, but pleasant or unpleasant, not a day went by
that as soon as she awakened in the morning Roger would push his
finger up inside of her, and there it would remain for the better part
of her day until it was bedtime once more.  

Incredible as it may seem, Tanita was actually beginning to adjust to
the intrusion.  She had little choice, really.  The Handlers, as the
men in white coveralls called themselves, weren't at all cruel so long
as she followed the rules, but they brooked no arguments and strictly
enforced the eight standards for Guest conduct .  It hadn't taken
Tanita long to learn them either, considering they were posted
practically everywhere she looked.  

The TYTC Standards were non-negotiable and they are as follows:

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

So far Tanita had managed to remain on the "straight and narrow",
thereby avoiding any disciplinary action which was just as well, for
she'd heard tales about what happens to girls who didn't mind.  Not
that she particularly cared for the kinds of things Roger and the
others made her do.  For the most part Tanita's new duties were
painless; frightening at times and almost always embarrassing as hell,
but to date Tanita had not been physically harmed.  

She'd gotten used to living naked.  If the truth be known, in her past
life, Tanita and her older brother would routinely take their clothes
and run around the house naked whenever their parents went out and
left the two of them alone together,.  It was kind of exciting,
really, and Tanita had always been a thrill seeker, even at the tender
age of eleven and a half.  She was both curious and daring, and some
of the weird stuff the Handlers asked her to do excited her in a way.
The finger up the rear end thing wasn't all that great, and it took
her awhile to get used to sleeping in the same bed with a grown man,
but some of the things the men in white taught her were "sorta cool". 
Tanita liked French kissing.  In her "other life" she and her little
friends would whisper and giggle if they thought that one of their
contemporaries had been "slipped the tongue", and every time the
conversation would end with exclamations like, "Eeeyewww!" followed by
vows by all never to let such a thing happen to any of them.  Tanita
had shared her friends' sentiment, but not entirely so.  Secretly the
audacious eleven year old had longed to give it a try.  She'd
considered asking her brother, but the thought of kissing Brandon was
wholly unappealing, so she had been forced to go outside of the
family.  

Tanita was a pretty child and was at that age when young ladies begin
to blossom, and in so doing attract the attentions of young men around
them.  As a result of her budding sexuality, she was starting to
develop a regular following; an entourage, if you will.  Already she
was beginning to recognize that she appeared to hold a mysterious
power over the few boys at school who'd taken an interest in her.  

Tanita was unconsciously learning to exercise the "power of pretty",
that instinctive desire in the female of our species to attain and
maintain control over her male counterpart, by hinting at unimaginable
pleasures just out of reach.  Left unchecked this kind of behavior
will distort a young lady's perception of the male/female
relationship, and cause her to lose sight of her true place in the
grand scheme of things; her raison d'etre.

Fortunately for Tanita other forces were at work in her life which
would save her from herself.  Ironically, in fact, the very day Tanita
was planning to maneuver one of her unsuspecting, young suitors into
position for a try at an open mouth kiss, she disappeared without a
trace.  While Tanita was safe and sound within the confines of the
remarkable institution who's programs would forever alter her life,
the outside world had mounted a tremendous search effort, but after a
couple of months and still no sign of the attractive eleven year old,
diligence began to wane.  For all intents and purposes, Tanita had
simply vanished off the face of the Earth, and that boy, whoever he
was, would miss out on his first opportunity to be duped into
submission by the power of pretty.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks became months, the life
she once knew gradually lost relevance.  Tanita got that chance to try
French kissing along with an incredible variety of amorous pastimes
that she and her classmates of old would never have dreamed of.  Each
day was an adventure and a learning experience for Tanita and her
newly adopted family.  After a ten day adjustment period the pretty
eleven year old was introduced into the fold and began to interact
with the other girls who were also Guests of the Wonder Wing.  Some
were slightly older than Tanita and some were younger with the average
age on the floor being ten years. Gradually Tanita became oriented to
her daily routines and began to accept the obligations of her new
life.  

The program itself helped to pave the way in this regard.  Consisting
of a succession of carefully orchestrated activities and encounter
sessions, each session designed to gain and hold a young lady's
attention.  Every Guest's day began with her principal partner and
lover at her side and ended in the same manner.  The hours in between
were dedicated to developing  new skills and sharing new and exciting
experiences with members of the TYTC staff and at times with other
Guests.  Some of the girls took to the program quickly while others
would require more patience, but eventually each and every one of the
twenty-two young Guests currently in residence would embrace their new
duties and responsibilities and become active and willing
participants.  Then at a time to be determined by members of the
administrative staff along with guidance from each Guest's Principal
Handler, one by one the girls would be returned to the outside world
to take their places in society as Fully Functional Females, perfectly
attuned to their partner's wishes and completely receptive to his or
her desires.

The room was filling up, and soon practically every seat was taken.
Standing between Roger's knees, Tanita glanced to her left and spotted
her friend, Antonia.  Antonia was an exceptionally attractive young
lady who would be celebrating her twelfth birthday in about a week.
Tanita had met Antonia early on in her stay at the center, and the two
girls had quickly become friends.  With their busy schedules the two
youngsters  had precious little time for chit chat, but they often
managed to catch up at mealtimes and the like.  

Antonia had been a Guest of the Wonder Wing for nearly a year, and was
one of the most tenured young ladies on the floor.  About a week ago
Antonia had confided in Tanita that she was worried about being
transferred into the general population of the Center.  It was common
knowledge that the Wonder Wing worked exclusively with girls in their
formative years between the ages of eight and twelve, and the lovely
brunette didn't want to leave all of her friends behind.  Tanita had
tried her best to consol Antonia, assuring her friend that when the
time came she would be ready for the change.  "Besides it's months
away, so why worry about it now!" Tanita explained.

Tanita caught her friend's eye and the two girls exchanged smiles.
Antonia's Handler was named Stan.  Stan also happened to be the head
of the Wonder Wing.  During her first week in residence when things
had looked their bleakest, it had been Antonia who had come to her
aid. At the time Tanita was having a terrible time accepting her
situation.  Not only had she been abducted away from her friends and
family, but she soon found herself having to submit to being touched
and otherwise handled by strange men in very disturbing ways.  Tanita
had desperately needed a friend and confidant, and thankfully Antonia
had been there for her.

More so than with the more mature Guests housed within the general
population dormitories of The Youth Training Center, the young ladies
of the Wonder Wing were encouraged to fraternize with each other,
forming bonds of mutual support.  It is widely known that females of
our species tend to band together in order to confront challenges and
to deal with unfamiliar situations.  This behavior is indicative of a
very basic instinct, the Herding Instinct.  A good example is their
desire to accompany one another into public restrooms.  Strength in
numbers.  Security of the herd.  In their inimitable wisdom the
co-founders of The Wonder Wing decided to use this instinct to their
advantage.  This was somewhat of a departure from the doctrine used
successfully for so many years at the Center which states, "Given a
suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners or apparatus,
employing the proper techniques, for an adequate period of time, any
female, regardless of the circumstances of her involvement with said
partner(s), will eventually become an active and willing participant
in the relationship."  Whereas the program used to enlighten and
condition the more mature Guests of the Center was based more upon
repetition and obedience, The Wonder Wing staff utilized the
principles of mutual support, cooperation by example and peer
pressure.  Unlikely at it may seem the young ladies of The Wonder Wing
helped to train each other. 

The day they'd met Tanita had been seated on the side of the
queen-size bed in her assigned sleeping area.  She'd been led there a
few minutes earlier by two men who, before making their exit had
insisted upon touching Tanita all over, especially between her legs,
leaving her in shock and sobbing.  Just then Antonia had walked into
the room, and life began to get better.  The first thing Tanita had
noticed about the young brunette, besides how pretty she was, was that
like herself, she was naked.

"Hi," the girl said cheerfully.  "My name's Antonia, and I thought I'd
come by and see how you're doing."  Tanita gazed at her with puffy red
eyes and tried to regain her composure.  "It's hard the first few days
until you get the hang of things around here," the attractive little
brunette spoke very sincerely.  "But you don't have to worry.  No one
is going to hurt you.  I promise." 

"What is this place, and why am I here?" Tanita asked.  "And why did
they make me take my clothes off?" she added woefully.  

"We're at a place called The Youth Training Center, or TYTC for short.
It's kind of like a school," the girl told Tanita.  "None of the
Guests - That's what they call us. - wear clothes.  It's just one of
the rules, that's all," Antonia explained.  "It's really no big deal
once you get used to it.  Just remember, nice girls don't wear
clothes.  Nice clothes don't make nice girls." the girl recited.  

"W...what kind of stuff?" Tanita asked, wiping her nose with the back
of her hand.  

"Mostly stuff about sex," Antonia replied quite frankly.  "Just
remember," she added quickly when she saw Tanita's terrified
expression.  "The Handlers, the guys in white,  won't ever hurt you,
unless it's by accident.  They're gonna want you to do things that
most people believe grownups and kids shouldn't do, but you just gotta
put all that behind you," Antonia went on.  "There are some other
rules that you'll learn, but for now just do what they tell you to do,
no matter what.  Try not to talk unless a Handler asks you to speak,
and never, ever argue," Tanita's new friend advised.

Just then a white clad individual passed by the open doorway to the
sleeping area.  Pausing, he turned back and stuck his head in door.
"Hello, Antonia," the man said, stepping into the room.  Immediately
the pretty brunette turned to face him and dropped her hands to her
sides.  Tanita, on the other hand, tried to cover her nudity with one
hand over her crotch and an arm across her chest.

"Hello, Mr. Tim," Antonia responded dutifully as the man in white
stepped in front of her.

"You're looking lovely as always, my dear," the Handler commented
affectionately, placing his hands onto her shoulders.  Then without
compunction the man dropped his right hand to the girl's right breast
and began to palpate the supple cone of soft, milk white flesh.  

Tanita looked on in horror as the man in white proceeded to manipulate
first one breast and then the other, pinching the tiny nipples between
his fingers, and causing them to become erect.  All the while the
pretty, dark haired girl stood silently, staring into the big man's
grey eyes, and making no effort to resist the heinous affront to her
dignity.  Tanita simply couldn't believe her eyes.

"I do believe your breasts are becoming fuller every day, sweetheart,"
the Handler commented affectionately as he smiled and placed his hand
onto her cheek.  "When was the last time we spent time together,
Antonia?" he asked.

"L..last week.  I think," the raven haired beauty answered softly,
blushing hotly.  "Y..you spent the night..  Remember?"

"Oh, I remember, alright," the Handler responded with a chuckle.  "We
had a lot of fun together, didn't we?" he cooed, stroking her cheek
and smiling into her dark eyes.

"Uh.. Uh.. Huh," Antonia nodded, feeling a little embarrassed with the
new girl seated right behind her, listening to the exchange.

"Tell you what," the Handler offered, turning and wrapping a burly arm
around the girl's narrow shoulders.  "I've got a half hour or so.
Let's you and I find a cozy spot and practice a few techniques," and
he started to lead Antonia out of the room, leaving Tanita slack jawed
and amazed.  

"Why didn't the girl try to escape or at least slap his hands away?
She just stood there and let the guy touch her like that!" Tanita
thought to herself.

Finally the young brunette spoke up.  "I.. I have a class, Mr. Tim.  I
just took a minute to come by and say hi to Tanita.  She's new."  

The Handler stopped and turned toward the bed.  Then with a smile in
Tanita's direction, he dropped his right hand downward behind the
pretty, dark haired girl down the small of her back and over the swell
of her pert little butt.  At last his fingers came to on an object
that seemed totally out of place there.  Following his hand with her
gaze, suddenly Tanita's big blue eyes became bigger still.

"What is that thing?" she wondered, watching the Handler begin to
twist the black disk slowly back and forth like he was dialing a
combination lock.  The little brunette seemed to become weak or dizzy
suddenly and had to reach out to the man for support as a noticeable
shiver passed through her.  

Recognizing her perplexed expression, the Handler looked at Tanita and
said, "Hello, young lady.  Welcome to our little family."

Tanita shrank back from his gaze and remained silent, fearing that the
man would try to do something to her as well.  Instead, he removed his
hand from the evil looking thing tucked between the other girl's
buttocks, and with a smile he said to Tanita, "You're lucky to have a
friend like Antonia.  Listen to what she tells you, young lady, and
you'll do just fine.  Who knows, maybe one day soon the three of will
have the opportunity to spend some quality time together.  I think I'd
like that," he remarked, studying Tanita's petite figure, and making
her feel even more naked, if that were possible.  Then with no further
ado, the man patted Antonia on the butt, turned and left the room.

"That was Tim," the pretty brunette said after a minute.  "He's OK, I
guess," although she didn't sound too convincing.  Tanita was still
pretty dumbfounded after having witnessed the astonishing encounter
and couldn't think of anything to say.  Try as she might she couldn't
keep her eyes from straying downward to the round, black disk
protruding from between the dark haired girl's shapely buttocks.
Tanita suspected that the thing was a part of a larger something that
somebody had placed inside of Antonia, but for what reason, Tanita
couldn't begin to imagine.

"It's called a CAP," the other girl volunteered when she caught Tanita
staring.

"Huh?...Oh," Tanita responded, shrugging her shoulders nervously.
Quickly she averted her eyes in embarrassment.  

"It's OK, really," Antonia spoke up, noting the new girl's
consternation.  "I hardly even know it's there anymore," she confided
with a little shrug of her own.

"B..but w..what does it do?" Tanita asked, unable to contain her
curiosity.

"It's hard to say, really," Tanita's new found friend replied.  "It's
just.. there.  Most of the time, I don't feel it at all.  It's
like...like a part of me almost," the girl explained.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Tanita asked, still unable to believe what she was
hearing and seeing.

"Oh, no.  Not at all," Antonia answered brightly.  "Unless I forget
and sit down wrong," she added with a little giggle.

Tanita still wasn't satisfied.  "W...well w...what about if you have
to.... you know?" she asked timidly and blushed.

"You mean go to the bathroom?" the little brunette offered completely
candidly.  Tanita nodded.  "One of the Handlers will take it out, if I
tell him I have to go.  You know, go poop," Antonia explained
conversationally.  "Only a Handler can take your CAP out.  We're not
allowed to.  We have to ask.  It's one of the rules," she stated
earnestly.  "You'll probably be getting your CAP before too long.  We
all do, eventually.  It's up to your Handler.  Or he might want to use
his finger for awhile.  A lot of Handlers do that instead.  Whatever
he thinks is best for you," Antonia explained confidently.  Then she
asked, "Who's your Handler, anyway?"

"I..I th..think his name is Roger," Tanita answered in a quiet voice.

"I know Mr. Roger," Antonia responded with a smile.  "We've been night
partners a few times.  He's a nice man and very gentle," she remarked,
casually.

Tanita wasn't at all sure what the girl was talking about at the time,
but as the weeks and months went by, she would learn, and Antonia
would be there to help her through the tough times.  Occasionally,
other girls would offer their assistance as well, until eventually
Tanita began to feel like a part of a real life family; one with lots
of sisters, and lots of "big brothers".

"Are you excited, sweetheart?" Roger murmured as the rest of the class
participants took their places.  He moved his finger inside of the
youngster and felt her clamp down on it reflexively.  

"I..I guess so," Tanita answered softly.

"It's a big day for you," Roger pointed out to the pretty young blond.
"One that you will never forget, I'm sure."  Tanita squirmed a bit,
but remained silent.  "Just remember what you studied on the computer
trainer; go slowly and concentrate," Roger instructed his young
charge.  "It's the most natural thing in the world, Tanita, and I know
you'll do just fine," he added confidently and gave her hip an
affectionate squeeze.  

"Good afternoon ladies," said the speaker.  Tanita hadn't seen him
come in.  Like all the other Handlers, the man was dressed in clean,
white coveralls.  "Allow me to welcome each of you to our open
encounter session on fellatio."  He received a few curious stares
resulting from his use of the Latin term for the popular technique.
"For some of you this will be a review, but for most of you ladies,
this will be your first opportunity to practice providing service to
your partner orally."  Several of the girls exchanged nervous looks,
but otherwise there was little reaction to his statement.  "I do hope
all of you had a chance to study, since we have a lot of ground to
cover this afternoon.  I want each of you to get the chance to work
with a partner or partners in a supervised environment, so that we can
help you to develop the proper technique.  This evening, I'm sure your
Handlers will give you ample time to practice a bit before bedtime.
Are there any questions before we get started?" he asked, expecting
none, of course.

Tanita was rather apprehensive.  She'd spent a few hours yesterday
reviewing material in a multi-media format at one of the many computer
learning stations scattered about the Wonder Wing where she'd watched,
astonished at first, as on the big flat screen monitor, a young red
haired girl about her age interacted with her adult partner in a
manner which Tanita would never have dreamed of.  In the film clip,
the little girl began by kneeling in front of her partner.  Receiving
a signal from the man, the little red head removed his penis from his
coveralls, and began to stroke him slowly, making him hard in the
usual way.  Then unbelievably, no sooner than the man was fully erect,
the little girl leaned forward and after opening really wide, she
placed her mouth right over the head of his manhood.  While Tanita
fought to recover from the initial shock of it all, the girl in the
video started moving her head back and forth slowly and steadily.
Tanita could clearly see the girl's pale cheeks dimple inward each
time she moved her head back.  "She was actually sucking on it!"
Tanita realized, utterly astonished.  Suddenly she found herself
wondering how her friends back home would feel about this practice.
"And they thought French kissing was weird!"

As Tanita stood listening to the group leader continue with his
introductory remarks, she felt Roger's heavy finger tucked deeply
within the core of her femininity.  Being inwardly focused as such,
Tanita sensed an up welling of excitement and apprehension each time
an image of the material she'd reviewed on the computer flashed in her
mind's eye.  It was like a palpable lump located seemingly deep in her
tummy, just below her belly button.  Tanita suspected that in a few
minutes, she would be instructed to allow a man to put his penis into
her mouth.  Quite honestly she didn't know how she felt about the
prospect.  She prayed it would be Roger. 

"Thank you, Miss Paxton, for volunteering," the lecturer told a
pretty, dark haired girl who'd just been escorted to the center of the
encounter area by her Handler.  

Tanita noted that the Paxton girl's partner positioned himself
directly behind her, standing with his right hand clamped firmly
against her small buttocks.  Tanita knew that the man had his finger
in the same place that Roger did, and just thinking about it caused
Tanita to clamp down on her own Handler's finger.  Receiving a
friendly squeeze in return, Tanita wondered idly why the girl didn't
have one of those CAP things.  She'd decided that she didn't like the
look of the contraptions, although to date she hadn't yet laid eyes on
the actual "business end" of one of the specialty devices.

Unlike the "older" Guests residing in the general population of The
Youth Training Center who were equipped with CAP Devices within their
first day or two in residence,  the Wonder Wing program leaves the
decision as to when a young lady shall be introduced to the specialty
anal appliance to the discretion of her Principal Handler.  

Each of the twenty-five individuals who made up the staff of the
exceptional new facility had, had considerable experience working with
young ladies in their formative years.  Many of them believed that
pre-teenage and adolescent girls responded better to a more personal
approach, feeling that a more intimate relationship could be
established by providing manual presence for the more impressionable
youngsters.  So far the theory appeared to hold water, and as a result
there were no limits or deadlines set for CAP installation with
regards to the residents of the Wonder Wing.




Marion Paxton stood with her eyes slightly downcast, awaiting
instructions.  Reaching out with his right hand, the group leader
placed two fingers beneath the pretty eleven year old's chin and
gently raised her face to his.  Then in an affectionate tone of voice
he said, "I understand that you have had some experience with
fellatio, Miss Paxton," referring to the youngster's well documented
relationship with her step-father.  

Even from a distance Tanita could see the pretty brunette blush hotly
as she nodded her head timidly.

"Excellent," the speaker exclaimed approvingly as he began to stroke
the little girl's right cheek.  "Then let's get started, shall we," he
said.  The lovely child didn't look very enthusiastic, but neither did
she resist in the slightest when the speaker turned her so the
audience would have an unobstructed view of the proceedings.  He then
instructed the girl to kneel.  Her Handler shifted his position
accordingly and when all was in readiness, the speaker stated, "Very
well, Miss Paxton, you may proceed.  Show the rest of us what your
step-dad taught you," he prompted, eliciting a somewhat acrimonious
look from the pretty brunette.  Clearly she was not happy about her
relationship with her step-father becoming common knowledge, but it
was too late now.  Swallowing her pride, the girl reached out with
small, trembling hands and began to unzip the speaker's coveralls.
With the exception of one or two soft murmurs, the rest of the
assemblage looked on in silence.  

By this stage of their training each and every one of the sixteen
young ladies present had been taught the rudimentary forms of cock
handling, so it came as no shock to them when after unzipping his
coveralls, the self-conscious eleven year old reached into the man's
open fly and carefully extracted his semi-erect penis.  Pausing only
briefly the Paxton girl looked up at the big man in white for a
second, and then without the need for further instruction she began to
stroke the speaker's cock with slow, deliberate strokes.  Reaching
into his coverall with her left hand she cupped his testicles.

Like all of the dedicated male staff of The Youth Training Center, the
speaker was able to achieve full erection at will, and within moments
the pretty youngster was faced with a nine inch long, somewhat slender
example of the adult male sexual organ.

"Go right ahead, Miss Paxton," the man prompted with a tender smile.

Marion was extremely uncomfortable as she stared fixedly at the man's
penis, knowing that every eye in the room was upon her.  Although the
speaker had made it sound like she'd had considerable experience in
the past with this sort of thing, the truth was, her step-father had
only recently introduced Marion to the fine art of cock sucking.
Actually they'd done it only twice.  It had seemed really gross the
first time she'd closed her lips around her step-dad, the musky taste
of him and the smoothness and the heat, but it hadn't been as bad as
she'd expected.  She hadn't thrown up or anything.  

Actually the lion's share of Marion's trepidation had resulted from
her dread that one of her friends might find out what she and her
step-father were up to.  She knew with a cold certainty that she would
never, ever be able to live it down.  Her reputation would be totally
ruined.  Marion didn't realize it at the time, but her concern would
soon become totally irrelevant.  For very shortly thereafter Marion
would be enrolled in the Wonder Wing, and would make a whole new set
of friends; friends who would not be put off in the slightest by this
sort of behavior.

Parting her full lips, Marion Paxton slowly opened her mouth, leaned
forward and placed the underside of the man's cock onto her tongue.
The single glistening drop of pre-cum clinging to the tip of the
speaker's penis instantly mingled with her saliva, flooding her mouth
with a familiar musky taste as she slowly closed her lips around him.

"That's very good, Miss Paxton," the man in white murmured
affectionately.  "Look at me please," he reminded the attractive
pre-teen.  Obediently the sweet child gazed up at him resignedly,
while accepting him into the warmth of her mouth, the cradle of her
innocense.  The speaker exchanged an approving nod with her Handler
who knelt behind the little beauty, providing her with continuous anal
presence.  Both professional men understood that the sweet eleven year
old had just taken a huge step forward along that road less traveled
by allowing a relatively unfamiliar adult male to take such liberties
with her.

Again, with the exception of a couple of barely audible expressions of
surprise, the audience watched in silence as the pretty brunette girl
stroked her partner with one hand while simultaneously moving her head
back and forth to the same steady cadence.  

Tanita along with many of the other Guests found herself utterly
spellbound and was so wrapped up in the spectacle, that she failed to
notice when several other white clad individuals entered the encounter
area and quietly took their positions.  Only when one of them stepped
directly in front of her, blocking her view of the speaker and his
attractive young partner, did Tanita realize that soon it would be her
turn.  Glancing quickly to her left and then to her right, the pretty
young blond noted that each of her fifteen classmates also now faced a
new partner in addition to their regular escorts.  Her gaze was met
with a number of rather dubious expressions on the faces of the other
girls, and Tanita wondered if she looked the same way.  

"Alright, ladies," the speaker announced, snapping Tanita out of her
daydream.  "Each of you are going to follow Miss Paxton's excellent
example."  Smiling at the uncomfortable looks upon the sweet faces of
his audience, he continued.  "You've all had a chance to review the
instructional media, and as you can see, there's really nothing to
it," he commented, nodding down at the little head bobbing before him.
"If you have any questions along the way," he added after hearing a
few soft whines from the assembly.  "Kindly address them to your
Principal Handler during the exercise rather than to your partner, but
I suspect that none of you will have any serious difficulty," he
stated confidently to the group.  Then looking down at the lovely
brunette kneeling before him, the speaker placed his hands upon her
shoulders and gently pushed her away, his erect manhood exiting her
mouth with an audible "splop".  "Thank you, Miss Paxton.  You may
pause and catch your breath for a minute," he murmured affectionately.

"We're going to begin the exercise by the numbers." he instructed the
assemblage as his young partner sat back on her haunches, her Handler
moving with her, fluidly and naturally so as to maintain his
"association" with the little brunette.  "Miss Paxton is going to
demonstrate for us again step-by-step this time, and then I'll ask you
all to follow along in turn," the group leader stated matter-of-factly
as though he were addressing a Sunday school class.  While he was
speaking the group leader had taken a moment to replace himself into
his coverall so that the exercise could be performed in its entirety
from the beginning.  

"Step One," the man in white began.  "Remove your partner's penis and
bring him to full erection."  Dutifully the young Miss Marion Paxton
rose to her knees, reached for his zipper.  "Alright, everyone.  Don't
be shy," the class leader spoke encouragingly, looking left and right
at the assemblage of anxious young ladies.  "Please follow Miss
Paxton's lead and begin," he coached.

Tanita had been so wrapped up in the moment that she was shocked when
upon looking up at the individual standing over her, she discovered
that he was no older than her own brother.  The Center employed a
number of young men as volunteer attendants.  A few were as young as
fourteen years of age, but most were in their late teens or early
twenties.  Some would go on to train as full fledged Handlers, but
most were there on a purely temporary basis.  For some young ladies,
being made to submit to the attentions of males within their own peer
group, or at times even younger, was extremely beneficial from a
training standpoint.  

Tanita hesitated while a whirlwind of emotions swept over her -
uncertainty, fear, revulsion... excitement, threatening to overwhelm
her.  Then as though in response to her growing confusion, Tanita felt
Roger twist his thick middle finger slowly back and forth within the
clutching confines of her rectal passage.  As if by magic her
increasingly topsy-turvy world began to stabilize as she focused upon
his presence inside of her.  

"Go ahead, my dear.  You know what to do," Roger whispered from
behind.

Although she no longer felt like she was at the center of an emotional
vortex, whirling out of control, Tanita still had serious misgivings
about what these men wanted her to do.  Looking quickly to her right
she watched as an absolutely stunning little chestnut haired beauty
began to unzip the long, specially designed zipper of her partner's
white coverall.  "Hannah, her name was," Tanita recalled.  To her left
somewhere down the row a soft sob was heard followed quickly by a firm
command.

"Pay attention, Miss Miller," the young man standing before Tanita
stated in a clipped tone of voice, returning Tanita back to the
business at hand.  "You and your friends will have plenty of time to
chat with each other later, but you won't have a thing to say to them
if you don't get started," he stated patronizingly.

Kneeling before him, Tanita stared up at the young man with
considerable vexation.  Even after two months in residence, the pretty
blond retained a natural aversion to submitting to a strange partner
for the first time, and she'd never laid eyes on this young man
before.  "He's so young," her thoughts raced on.  Looking up at him,
Tanita realized that she might very well have passed him in the
hallway of her old school, and that thought made her extremely
self-conscious.  "He hadn't even bothered to introduce himself which
was rather rude, " Tanita thought.  She knew she was stalling, and she
also knew that it wouldn't be long before either Roger or more likely
her new partner would call her on it.  All around her, Tanita's
classmates were involving themselves in the exercise, and it was only
a matter of time, she knew, but somehow that knowledge was less than
comforting.

Working up her courage, Tanita took a deep breath just as her Handler,
Roger, began to move his finger inside of her once more, no doubt as a
sign that it was time to quit stalling.  No one spoke, as at last the
stunning little blond committed.  Reaching out with trembling hands,
Tanita located the oversized zipper pull of the young man's white
coveralls.  Still on familiar ground she slid the double action zipper
smoothly upward, and then after only a slight hesitation Tanita
reached into his open coverall with her right hand.  Feeling her way
downward, she mused that only a very few months ago the thought of
reaching into a boy's pants would have been utterly abhorrent to her.
Closing her slender fingers around the hot mass she found nestled in a
mat of curly hair, Tanita tugged upward on the somewhat diminutive
example of manhood until it finally came free of his coveralls,
whereupon she used two hands to support it. 

From the front of the class the group leader spoke.  "I see some of
you have been studying.  That's very good," he remarked.  "For those
of you who haven't already done so, I want you to bring your partner
to full erection manually.  Are there any questions?" he asked,
assuming there wouldn't be.  Around the semi-circle, small hands began
to move with varying degrees of enthusiasm, slowly stroking their
partners.  

Thanks to the experience and training she'd received on a daily basis
since joining the TYTC family, Tanita had probably handled more male
appendages than most girls twice her age,.  She'd seen them young and
old, big and small.  This boy's penis was fairly slender, and no
sooner than it gained the light of day, it practically sprang to its
full erectile state.  Tanita was able to close her fingers all the way
around its fleshy shaft as she started stroking the young man
dutifully.

"Excellent," the head speaker complimented the class after having
given his students adequate time to get acquainted with their new
consorts.  "Now I want all of you to keep your hands on your partners,
but stop for a moment and look this way, please.  Miss Paxton is going
to demonstrate an optional technique."  Then glancing down at his
lovely young "assistant" he said, "Show us, please, Miss Paxton."

With only the slightest look of trepidation on her pretty face the
attractive slid her hand upward until her slender fingers encircled
just the head of her partner's rather substantial manhood.  Lifting
the fleshy shaft, she exposed her partner's tightly constricted
scrotum.  

Tanita looked on with mixed feelings as the young girl named Marion
tipped her head slightly to one side.  Maintaining eye contact with
the head speaker with a sidelong gaze, she extended her tongue and
began to lick the furry sack of firm flesh hanging between the man's
powerful thighs.  Transfixed, Tanita watched as again and again the
little brunette's pink tongue shot out and lapped purposefully at the
older man's scrotum until it glistened with a sheen of saliva.  A
collective gasp was heard from the group when the delectable Miss
Paxton next pressed pursed lips to the moist surface of the speaker's
ball sack and with a soft sucking sound drew one of his egg sized
testicles fully into her mouth.

"Mmm," that's nice," Miss Paxton," the speaker complimented his young
partner.  "OK, everybody.  Miss. Paxton has provided us with an
excellent demonstration, so let's everyone give it a try.  Just take
your time and be sure to make your partner's ball sack nice and wet
with your tongue first.  That'll make the rest of the exercise go much
more smoothly," he explained.

Still holding her young partner's manhood in her hand, Tanita glanced
to her left and immediately spotted her best friend, Antonia and her
consort for the morning's activities.  Tanita wasn't sure what she
expected from her new friend; hesitation or resistance perhaps.
Neither was an option as Tanita would one day come to accept.  As she
looked on, Antonia tilted her pretty head and buried her face in her
partner's crotch.  Antonia's partner placed a hand gently on the back
of her head and stroked the young girl's long dark hair while she went
about her duties.

"Aahemm," Tanita's partner cleared his throat, while simultaneously
Roger hooked his long middle finger within her, pressing lightly
against a hidden pressure point known only to those who have spent
years studying the internal workings of the human female.  The result,
though subtle, was eminently recognizable by Tanita as a reminder that
he expected her to stop daydreaming and focus.  It felt like somebody
was pushing outward on the inside of her belly button, a highly
invasive and inspiring sensation indeed.  Glancing quickly over her
shoulder Tanita received a nod from Roger, indicating she should see
to her partner's needs.  Turning back, Tanita considered the slender
male organ she held.  It was perhaps six inches in length and rooted
in a mat of black curls beneath which swelled the young man's dark
skinned scrotum.  Tanita still hesitated.  For some reason licking a
man's testicles seemed like such a demeaning thing to do, even more so
than sucking on his penis.

"Begin please, Miss Miller," her partner stated flatly.  The young man
had clearly received training.  For the tone and command inflection in
his voice left Tanita with no doubt that this was her final warning.
She had to comply.

The feel of the young man's scrotum against her tongue wasn't nearly
so striking as was his musky, male odor.  Tanita had been obliged to
press her forehead against her partner's thigh in order for her to
reach his furry sack with her tongue, bringing her nose into very
close proximity to him.  He didn't smell bad, per say.  All of the
Handlers were extremely fastidious men for whom grooming and hygiene
were a priority.  Tanita decided it was a kind of "doughy" smell as
she began to lick the tightly wrinkled flesh of her partner's scrotum.
It was an odor that one day Tanita would find not only pleasant, but
powerful and compelling.

Surprisingly, sucking the young man's testicles into her mouth came
almost naturally.  If the truth be known, unlike the speaker and most
of the more mature Handlers, his ball sack wasn't all that large.  Her
initial discomfort with oral contact waning, after having moistened
her partner sufficiently, Tanita had simply opened her mouth a little
wider, and the fuzzy sack had practically fallen inside.  It was an
unusual sensation to say the least, having a man's testicles in her
mouth, but not a wholly unpleasant one, Tanita decided.  She wasn't
really sure what to do next, but sucking gently seemed to be the best
course of action.  Apparently her partner agreed.

"That's very good, Miss Miller," he commented somewhat breathlessly.
"I can tell you've done your homework."  

"She's a very good student," Roger added from behind.  

Tanita realized she'd nearly forgotten about her regular companion for
he'd remained utterly silent, not wishing to interfere unless needed.
Furthermore, Tanita had become so accustomed to the feeling of the
older man's finger ensconced in her back side that unless he moved his
hand, she forgot it was there.  Another thing which bears mentioning
lest it too go unnoticed was the fact that Miss Tanita Miller, age
eleven and a half and daughter of a fairly well to do family, was
allowing herself to be attended to sexually by two men neither of whom
she had met just a few short months ago.  And if that weren't enough,
she was doing so in a group setting.  Such was the incredible genius
of the TYTC philosophy and the effectiveness of its programs.

"I must say I am very impressed with you ladies," the man at the front
of the encounter chamber commented.  "From what I can see, it's clear
that you all have been studying and practicing.  I'm proud of you, and
I know your Handlers are proud as well, he stated.  "Now if I might
have your attention once more, we'll let Miss Paxton here show us all
how to properly take our partners' penises into our mouths.  I want
you to please watch closely first, and then it will be your turn.
We'll do this step by step, the man explained to his young audience.
"If you would please, Miss Paxton," the speaker said, smiling down at
the attractive little brunette.  As the youngster rose to her knees,
the speaker provided commentary.  "First Miss Paxton will take my
penis in one hand and open her mouth very wide.  "Excellent," he said
when his young volunteer complied.  "Next she will extend her tongue
and place the tip of my penis onto it.  Good, that's perfect.  Let's
stop for a moment, Miss Paxton.  Just hold that pose while I explain
about pre-cum," the man in white said to his pretty partner.  "Can
everyone see OK?" he asked the audience unnecessarily.  Thanks to her
excellent training the charming Miss Marion Paxton held perfectly
still with the tip of the man's big cock resting on her extended
tongue.  It was marvelous to see.  The speaker continued.

"Some of you ladies will no doubt notice a drop of clear fluid forming
at the very tip of your partner's penis.  This fluid is called pre-cum
or pre-ejaculate fluid, and it won't hurt you.  It might taste a
little strange at first, but like many things, it's an acquired taste.
I promise you, you'll all get used to it," the man assured his
audience who by now shared some pretty dubious expressions on their
pretty faces.  "Very well then.  That having been said, let's not keep
Miss Paxton waiting any longer," he continued with a jolly little
chuckle.  He patted the top of her head affectionately.  "One thing we
all need to remember is that we must be very, very careful with our
teeth.  This is very important.  Teeth are sharp and we don't want to
hurt anyone," he explained in a sincere tone of voice.  "Probably the
best way to avoid hurting your partner with your teeth is to cover
them by rolling your lips forward over them like this," and he
demonstrated, making a face for the audience.  "Good.  Now all that's
left is to move your head forward and allow your partner's penis to
slide into your mouth.  Nothing could be simpler," the man declared.
"OK Miss Paxton.  You've been very patient.  Thank you," he murmured,
winking at his pretty assistant.  Then he smiled warmly as he watched
her take him into her mouth.  "Alright everyone.  Please proceed," the
speaker told his class.  "I'll leave it up to your partners to
instruct you further once you're ready."

"Shoulders back, Miss Miller and open your mouth, please," Tanita's
young partner ordered, not wishing to waste any time.

Tanita vacillated.  She held the man's penis in her hand.  She felt
its heat.  Staring at the pointed purple head of her young partner's
manhood her thoughts roiled, and yes, there was a glistening drop of
fluid at its tip. 

It was a very big step for any young lady, but at eleven years of age
it was particularly disquieting.  At Tanita's tender age, her mouth
was still her temple.  She had not yet transferred her flag farther
south.  Were she just a few years older, she would be concerned more
with vaginal involvement, but thanks to the amazing program in which
she was enrolled, there would be no "southern command post".  Because
of the conditioning she would receive and the early age at which she
would receive it, Tanita Miller would never establish the belief
system that her sexuality could or should be used as a bargaining
chip.  Her sexuality, she would learn, was not hers to control or to
dispense.

"Tongue out," Miss Miller," her young partner ordered, snapping Tanita
out of her reverie.  

"Go ahead, Tanita," her Handler, Roger murmured in a kinder voice.  "I
know you can do it."

The pre-cum hadn't tasted as bad as she'd expected, kind of salty
sweet actually.  The hardest part for Tanita was closing her lips
around the hot, fleshy shaft.  "If any of her old friends at school
could have seen this, they'd have died," a thought Tanita tried to put
out of her mind.  Finally she took the leap.  Closing her lips
tentatively Tanita hesitated with just the head of her partner's penis
them.  It was very smooth and very warm.

"Farther in, please, Miss Miller."  Tanita knew exactly what he
wanted, but it was so difficult.  She kept thinking about the "old
days", and how she and her friends talked of french kissing with
disgust.

"Mmmo!" she moaned and sat back on her haunches.  

Roger moved with her, following her pert little butt with his hand.
Glancing up at her young male partner, he could see the lack of
patience in his eyes that stemmed from his lack of experience.  It was
to be expected.  The young man hadn't been with the Center for very
long.  This was a learning experience for everyone.  Intervening
before the situation worsened, Roger signaled the lad surreptitiously
to wait a moment.

"What is it, Tanita?" he asked softly.  "The hardest part is already
over," he coaxed.  As he spoke Roger began to move his middle finger
slowly within the confines of her soft anal tissues, in an effort to
help the sweet child center her thoughts.  He felt her clamp down
tightly, acknowledging his presence.

It was a tried and true method based upon irrefutable principles.
Immediately thoughts of her past life vanished as Tanita's mind was
inexorably drawn to her Handler's presence.  The sensation wasn't
painful.  It just was, and it gathered Tanita's thoughts to it like a
flame attracts moths.  Registering on a deeper level, the fact that
the man's finger was inside of her and would remain there no matter
what, served to reinforce the youngster's growing belief that her
sexuality was not hers to control.  Before cooperation comes
resignation, and before resignation must come a sense of
powerlessness. 

"That's better," Roger murmured as he felt her start to relax her
abdominal muscles.  "That's my girl," he said, placing his hand onto
her hip consolingly.  "Just relax for a minute and let's get focused.
Then we'll try again, OK?" Roger soothed, sliding his finger slowly in
and out, in and out, in and out.

Suddenly a series of croaking gags interrupted their newly found
repose.  Glancing quickly to her left, Tanita saw a girl with short
auburn hair bend over and throw up.  Hannah her name was.  The man
standing in front of the young lady waited patiently while the girl's
Handler helped her to regain her composure before continuing.  Then
following a brief delay Hannah rose to her knees.  After placing her
hands behind her adult partner's butt, the attractive youngster pushed
her face into his groin, and Tanita watched with fascination as
several inches of the man's  heavily veined shaft disappeared between
the pretty girl's tightly stretched lips

"You see there, Tanita," Roger spoke up.  "You're not alone,
sweetheart.  Other Guests make mistakes too.  That's why were here to
help you."  Roger hoped the young man was paying attention.  It was
instances like these that could be used to his advantage if he was
sharp enough to recognize the opportunity and quick enough to take
advantage.  The pretty youngster shuddered in response to Roger's
continued anal attentions.  "Are you ready to try again, Tanita?"
Roger asked calmly.

"I..I guess so," she replied after a moment.  

"Good let's get back up then, shall we," he instructed.  The girl
nodded shyly.  Roger steadied her with a hand on her left hip as the
pretty adolescent rose to her knees.  As she rose Roger pushed his
middle finger fully into her once more until his right palm rested
tightly against her firm buttocks.  "Everything OK?" he asked his
tender charge.

"Uh huh," she responded softly.  She took a deep breath and sighed.
Roger nodded to her partner.

"Look at me, please, Miss Miller, and open your mouth for me," the
young man said in a softer, less intimidating tone of voice.  

His name was John, and John was very impressed by what he'd just
witnessed.  He'd been on the verge of taking more stringent corrective
action with Miss Miller when the more experienced Handler had
intervened.  John hoped that one day he would develop those same
instincts and be able to turn a potential setback into a positive
learning experience.

John had started with the Center just two months ago, and at that time
he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.  At seventeen years of age,
John had been looking for a part time job; nights and weekends
preferably, for awhile though with little success.  John was a bit of
a loner, and rarely associated with others in his own peer group.
Instead he'd made friends with one of the older guys at his school; a
guy by the name of Al.  One day John confided in his friend, Al, that
he was having a hard time finding a job, and that he was getting
really discouraged.  Sympathetic to his young friend's plight, Al told
John that he knew of some people who were looking for somebody, and
that he might be able to help him out.  Then Al asked him a very
peculiar question, indeed.  "You like to fuck, Johnny boy?" he
inquired with a sly wink.  

John, of course, was utterly flabbergasted, and didn't know how to
respond.  "What the hell kind of a question was that?" he marveled.
The truth of the matter was that John had only gotten laid once thus
far in his young life and was kind of embarrassed by the question.  

But Al had simply laughed it off and then told John to sit tight.
"Somebody will contact you."  Two weeks later John was met by an
unmarked white van that would transport the seventeen year old into
another world; a world in which the "rules of engagement" were
completely different.  In John's new world, females were expected to
do as they were told, and without question.  It was nothing short of
incredible, really, and although he'd been fairly inexperienced upon
his arrival at TYTC, John had taken to his new duties like a duck to
water.  Recognizing immediately that the young man was endowed with
exceptional, adolescent stamina and drive, his new employers saw to it
that young John was kept very busy.  In just two weeks time the once
timid young man had been with well over two dozen young ladies of
widely ranging ages.  

John went wherever he was told, filling in here and there as needed,
and although he'd been advised by his superiors to learn the basic
rules governing their workplace, he wasn't expected to actually teach
or train.  John dreamed of becoming a Handler one day, giving the
dedicated men in white his respect and support whenever and wherever
they called upon him to do.  

In addition to a reasonably good salary, the rewards the young man
received for his efforts simply defied imagination.  In fact, John
wondered if anyone would believe him were he to divulge his job
description, which, of course he would never do.  There was no way he
would dream of jeopardizing the incredible arrangement he enjoyed. Why
just three days ago young John had actually fucked Anna Kournikova; in
the ass no less!  

Actually he'd been asked to participate in a threesome with the
attractive tennis star.  John and a Handler named Jessie made a "love
sandwich" out of Miss Kournikova, and John was given the enviable task
of taking her from behind once she'd been mounted and was fully
engaged by Jessie.  "God her ass had been tight!" John reminisced. The
memory of Anna Kournikova, the first girl he'd ever taken anally would
be John's to cherish forever.  He would never forget gripping the
stunning young Russian by her broad and shapely hips, and feeling her
athletic body flex and tremble in his hands as John had proceeded to
fuck her steadily for nearly forty-five minutes.  The coup de gras,
however, occurred when both he and Jessie achieved orgasm at
practically the same instant.  John could still hear Anna's soft moans
as the two of them came inside of her, filling both her abdominal
passages with their hot, viscous seed.  In short the experience had
been the stuff of dreams, and one that John would not soon forget.

John awoke from his daydream with a start.  He hoped Roger hadn't
noticed but knew better.  As one might well imagine, because of the
nature of his "work", John sometimes had difficulty remaining focused.
He'd been told by other more experienced Handlers that with time would
come the discipline to detach himself emotionally from his partners,
but still recognize and respond to their needs.  That's not to say
that he couldn't enjoy his work, but he needed to mindful of his
priorities and why he was where he was.  As pleasant as his duties
could be, John would come to know that what he did here was much more
than a job.  It was a mission, one that required tremendous dedication
and self-control.  

With the help and advice of men like Roger, young John was steadily
improving.  Unconsciously he'd put several milestones behind him
already.  A steady diet of non-consensual sexual encounters with
numerous very attractive young women can give a man an overinflated
opinion of himself.  John was no exception and could easily have
developed some unfortunate and potentially counterproductive habits
had it not been for men like Roger and Rick and Stan and many others.
They were his TYTC family, and they were raising him right.  It was
Roger in fact who'd reminded John that he was a teacher, not a tyrant,
and the young ladies who were put in his charge were his pupils, not
his playthings.  "It is our duty and purpose to guide these young
women toward a new understanding of themselves and their place in
society, and that cannot be accomplished by a bully," Roger had stated
quite bluntly.  Not long after Roger's talk with him John stopped
counting.  They were no longer conquests.

"That's very good, Tanita," John complimented the stunning little girl
when she accepted his cock into her mouth once again.  Reaching down
he stroked her shining hair affectionately, positioning his hand just
in case.  "Now close your lips around me, please."  He smiled at his
pretty young partner.  He'd followed Roger's example and used her
first name and a softer tone of voice.  It seemed to be working.

Roger looked on approvingly.  Not everyone employed at the Center
worked well with girls as young as Miss Miller.  There were a few
Handlers, some of whom had been with TYTC for many years, who still
clung to old taboos and societal prohibitions.  They were extremely
effective with more mature Guests, but drew the line when it came to
the clientele of The Wonder Wing.  The Wing, as it was coming to be
known as, was a special place, and it took a special kind of person to
work there effectively.  Roger believed that young John was one of
those special individuals.

"That's right, Tanita.  You're doing just fine," John told her when
she closed her soft, full lips over the head of his cock.  "We're
almost there, honey.  Look at me please.  That's very important, OK,"
he coached.  John returned her somewhat troubled gaze with a warm
smile.  "She really is lovely," he thought to himself, looking into
her sparkling blue eyes.  

When John was approached by his colleagues and given the opportunity
to work in The Wing for awhile, he wasn't sure how he felt about the
prospect.  Before that day John had never entertained the thought of
engaging a girl of Miss Miller's tender age.  Tanita was his first.
He'd wrestled with thoughts that what he would be doing was cruel and
hurtful.  He had very nearly declined the offer.  Coming to his aid,
Stan, one of the founders of The Wonder Wing, suggested that John come
as an observer for a few days, and then afterward re-evaluate his
feelings.  John accepted.  In a very short time, young John had a
change of heart.  The degree of tenderness and caring he witnessed
between the staff and Guests of The Wonder Wing was uplifting to say
the least.  There was virtually no animosity and very few tears.  Life
for the young Guests of The Wing, although structured, was more
spontaneous and much less intimidating that what John had experienced
within the general population.  From John's perspective the premise
that these more impressionable young ladies would more readily accept
and embrace their new way of life appeared to be true beyond a doubt.
Nowhere was any evidence of cruelty or hurtful behavior to be found.
John became a believer.

"That's it, honey.  Nice and slow.  Take your time Tanita.  Just a
little bit more for me now, OK?"  

John's patience and tenderness paid off as his beautiful eleven year
old partner gradually accepted him into her temple.

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