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Chapter Eighteen - Anatomy

"Welcome, gentlemen.  We all have busy schedules, so if you will
please find seats quickly, we can begin right away."  The large man
standing atop the central dias addressed a group of some sixty eager
young men who filed in noisily, filling the amphitheater to near
capacity.

"This is incredible!" Randy remarked excitedly to the man seated
immediately to his right.  He didn't know the guy personally, or at
least he'd never worked with him, but that made no difference.  For
like everyone else present that morning, Randy shared a mutual
admiration for his colleagues; the kind of admiration and respect born
of many months of cooperative efforts put forth toward a common goal. 
"Yes it is," the man replied in a friendly voice as both he and Randy
took in their surroundings.  Virtually every seat was occupied by an
individual dressed identically to Randy, and who shared an identical
ideology.  Like Randy and the man seated beside him, the audience was
comprised exclusively of dedicated men who proudly wore the gleaming
white coveralls, the uniform of choice of the Corps of Handlers of The
Youth Training Center.  

The amphitheater in which the group was assembled was indeed
spectacular.  Designed much like the operating arena of a teaching
hospital, there wasn't a medical school on Earth which wouldn't give
its eye teeth to have such a facility.  The concentric rows of stadium
style seats overlooked a central area whose most notable quality was
its appearance of cleanliness and functionality.  The
Handler/Instructor who addressed the assemblage of young men stood in
the middle of the raised arena floor flanked on either side by two
specialized examination tables.  He patiently waited for the audience
to settle down and come to order.  Around the perimeter of the central
chamber were lab benches and utility cabinets fashioned of shining
stainless steel and gleaming white porcelain.

From Randy's vantage point it appeared the two tables were clearly
designed to serve a specific purpose.  Each was approximately seven
feet in length and about four feet wide.  Their surfaces appeared to
be lightly padded, covered with a dark color vinyl, and at the head of
each was a padded headrest.  Several attachment points, designed to
accommodate a number of restraint systems were strategically located
around the edges of the table tops.  The lower third of each table was
split longitudinally down the center, forming two articulated wings
capable of being separated and/or adjusted to practically any height
or attitude.  In fact, the entire padded surface of the specialized
piece of lab furniture could be lowered or elevated or tilted to
virtually any angle.

Suspended above each table from the lofty ceiling of the amphitheater
were a number of appliances and instruments of highly sophisticated
and specialized design, and they were positioned as much as possible
so as not to block the view of the audience seated above.  If,
however, a person's direct view became unavoidably obstructed
momentarily, the proceedings on the arena floor were magnified and
displayed with phenomenal resolution upon four immense LCD, flat
screen monitors positioned above the heads of the audience around the
circular chamber.  Additionally, innovative new software allowed
several aspects of whatever procedure was underway below to be shown
in multiple windows on the large viewing screens.  No one who came
there to study and to learn would miss the slightest detail of the
knowledge he sought.

"If I may have your attention, please, gentlemen," the Instructor
spoke after clearing his throat.

"Have you taken this class before?" the man to Randy's right asked in
a hushed voice.  Around them the undertone of voices dwindled to a few
of coughs and then to relative silence.

Randy turned toward the man and shook his head that he had not.

"Get ready to be amazed," the man whispered with a wink, and then he
too fell silent.  All eyes were upon the individual standing below.
His clean white coveralls fairly glowed under the bright, metal halide
lighting.

"You have all received copies of the class syllabus, I assume," he
stated rhetorically.  A number of heads nodded from above.  "Very
well, then," he continued after a pause.  "For those of you who are
attending for the first time, I wish to welcome you.  If you are
returning in order to further your personal enlightenment and
experience, welcome back, and welcome all of you to our wonderful new
facility," he spoke magnanimously, while gesturing around the room
with extended arms.  "For your information, the majority of the funds
required for the construction of our new theater came in the form of a
very generous donation from the estate of our late Headmaster, Mr.
Adam North."  Once the resulting murmuring died down, the
Instructor/Handler went on in a respectful tone of voice.  "Adam North
had a vision for just such a facility and spent a number of years
following his retirement from our ranks, laboring to convert this
vision into reality.  Look around you, gentlemen," he said.  "This
amphitheater, this arena of higher learning, is the culmination of Mr.
North's labors and the embodiment of his dreams."

Following some sporadic applause, the man on the dias below again
cleared his throat, before going on.  "For those of you who do not
know me, my name is Rob Elvstrom.  I have had the privilege of serving
in the capacity of Handler here at The Center for nearly ten years
now, and in so doing I've worked with a goodly number of dedicated and
talented individuals, many of whom are in attendance here today."
After a brief pause, he continued.  "If I have not as yet had the
pleasure of making your personal acquaintance, please forgive me, but
rest assured that if we have not yet met, we soon shall, for as you no
doubt know, the TYTC family is a close one."  Raising his eyes into
the bright overhead lights, Rob smiled warmly.  "More importantly," he
went on.  "In addition to friendship, I offer you knowledge, knowledge
which I'm certain you will find invaluable in the day to day
performance of your chosen profession.  That, of course, being the,
training, tutelage and eventual re-education of our Guests."

"This guy really knows Anatomy," the man beside Randy commented under
his breath, and nodded toward the enlarged image of Rob Elvstrom's
face in the big monitor on the opposite side of the theater.

"I hear he's the best," Randy responded in a whisper.  Both men nodded
their agreement.

On the arena floor below, the instructor continued with his lecture.
"Before we introduce our subjects for today, I would like to begin by
dispelling a few myths.  The first being the belief held by members of
"polite society" today that the female of our species is equal to and
in some ways superior to her male counterpart."  Holding up a hand,
the Senior Handler effectively silenced the crowd before continuing.
"A second, similar fable would have us all believe that it is the
privilege of the female to decide when and if relations of a sexual
nature shall be conducted between herself and a partner or partners of
her choosing."  Looking upward into the bright lights and the unseen
faces of his students, Rob went on.  "In fact, it is the latter myth
which has perpetuated the former," he stated succinctly.  "I know... I
know," he said with a smile.  "This is supposed to be a class in
anatomy, not philosophy, but what I hope to demonstrate to you over
the course of this class is that within the mind and body of the human
female, the two are intrinsically linked."

The level of undertone increased dramatically for a spell and then
gradually tapered off to a dull roar.  "Does the above statement look
familiar, gentlemen?" Rob Elvstrom asked.  

On all four monitors these prophetic words appeared:  "Given a
suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners or apparatus,
employing the proper techniques, for an adequate period of time, any
female, regardless of the circumstances of her involvement, will
eventually become an active and willing participant in the
relationship."

Mumbled expressions of concurrence filtered down from above.

"Perhaps you've heard it said that, "For any problem a Guest could
possibly have, there exists a sexual solution," the Instructor/Handler
inquired of his audience.  "What I intend to demonstrate to you,
gentlemen, is that whereas "polite society" would have us believe in
myths, truth, none the less, is truth and is therefore irrefutable.  I
will prove to you beyond a doubt that by design, the sexual anatomy of
the female of our species can be conditioned to respond to stimulus
regardless of circumstance.  Utilizing time proven techniques and a
wide variety of specialized instruments and apparatus I will
demonstrate to you that by channeling a young lady's natural and
instinctive responses to physical stimulation in the right direction
we can free her from the misconceptions and societal conditioning
which has clouded her reasoning since childhood.  Then once that
battle is won, with patience and persistence we can help her to return
to the pathways of " correct thinking".  Rob paused for several
moments.  Then once again he raised his face to the lights.  "It goes
without saying then that in order to accomplish this ambitious yet
supremely worthwhile mission we must "know" her intimately... inside
and out.  Welcome, all of you to "The Anatomy of the Human Female".

Overhead, the auditorium lighting dimmed, as the bright beam of a
spotlight illuminated an area in front of a doorway located on one
wall of the arena below.  As Randy and his white clad colleagues
looked on, twin stainless steel doors whispered open and through them
walked a raven haired girl of breathtaking beauty.  She appeared to be
quite tiny, standing between her two burly escorts.  On the four large
flat screens her radiant beauty was displayed with amazing clarity.
Clearly the girl was unhappy about her current circumstances which was
to be expected at this stage of her program of recovery, but in spite
of the troubled, somewhat incensed expression on her lovely face,
there wasn't a cock in the room that didn't begin to swell and stiffen
at the very sight of her.

"Roberta Hammond," Randy's classmate muttered as he thumbed through
the bound syllabus.  In addition to schedules and what have you, the
binder contained the detailed personal files of the Guests who were to
be involved in today's class.

"She looks like a handful," Randy whispered conspiratorially.  "How
old is she?"

"Fourteen and a half," the man beside him replied.  "Been in residence
a little over three months.  Gary is her Principal," he read from the
girl's file.

"Funny I haven't seen her around.  Ah well, I guess it's no surprise
as busy as we've been lately.  I'm working with two girls full time in
addition to my new duties in "Receiving"," Randy commented
off-handedly.

"I understand completely," the man beside him said with a wry smile.
Then suddenly he stuck his hand out.  "Name's Ben, by the way" he
offered.

"Pleased to meet you, Ben.  I'm Randy," he replied taking the man's
hand.

Then abruptly their attention was drawn to the arena floor where
things were proceeding according to schedule.  "Let go of me, you dirt
bags!" an animated feminine voice exclaimed.

"Silence, Miss Hammond!" came the immediate and authoritative
response.  

Randy and Ben glanced up at the far monitor when their view of the
proceedings below was temporarily obstructed by the large body of one
of the girl's escorts.  On the big flat screen the attractive
teenager's sable hair flew in all directions as she fought hard to
resist the inevitable.  Then as the audience looked on, the irate
young woman was lifted off her feet almost effortlessly by the two
white clad escorts and placed bodily onto her back atop the table to
the left of the speaker.

"While our first young lady is being arranged for class, let's take a
minute to review our schedule," Rob remarked casually while beside him
the ruckus continued.  "It is my intention to meet here for the next
three mornings for the knowledge development portion of the class.
Then for the following week class will convene in the East Dormitory
for some practical lab work.  Finally, we will return here to the
amphitheater for testing."  Smiling at the collective groan that came
from the audience above, the senior man reassured the group.  "Testing
will be `hands on", designed to familiarize you with much of the new
equipment and revised subject examination techniques.  Other than note
taking, there will be no written module."  Sighs of relief were his
reward.

Meanwhile the Hammond girl was secured with admirable efficiency to
the lefthand most table.  After loudly airing her opinions regarding
her escorts' she gradually fell silent and lay breathing hard and
staring nervously upward at the ominous looking apparatus suspended
above her.

At that time the double steel doors at the rear of the arena hissed
open once more and a second trio entered.  Studying the latest arrival
in the overhead monitor, Randy deemed her to be a year or so younger
than the first girl.









Randy looked over the new girl's personal data in her file, confirming
his hunch. 

Tania Marie Logan
Age - 13
Height - 5'-5"
Weight - 77 lbs
Eyes - Blue
Hair - Blond

Induction Date - April 11, 2002
Prior Sexual Activity - Yes

etc...etc...

"Tania Marie looks like she could be a lot of fun," Ben commented from
Randy's right.  "I love girls with pouty lips.  I believe it's a sure
sign of a fiery disposition," he added.

"I don't know," Randy replied.  "She looks a bit more demure to me
than the first one," he commented casually, watching while the second
young girl was secured to the other examination table.  

Both tables were then tipped forward such that when the whirring of
the control motors ceased their two comely occupants were practically
standing upright.  The girls' arms were secured at their sides, and as
the Instructor/Handler approached the two, he thumbed the tiny remote
control concealed in his left pocket.  Simultaneously the articulated
lower extremity support wings on both tables slowly parted to the soft
whisper of hidden hydraulics.  

The Hammond girl immediately launched into a tirade of cursing as the
Senior Handler stepped in front of her.  Ordinarily she would have
been corrected immediately by CAP manipulation or by GCO (Group
Corrective Opportunity), but for the purposes of this class, she was
allowed to rant for the time being since there was very little chance
that she could injure herself or others thanks to the restraints.
Furthermore by allowing the young lady to display her angst and anger
now, as the demonstration progressed the inevitable change in her
deportment would be that much more distinguishable.  For it was Rob
Elvstrom's intention in the end to encourage the high strung Hammond
girl to engage in sexual activity with a partner more or less
willingly, using only physical stimulation with positive
reinforcement.  

"Good morning, Miss Hammond," the senior man intoned as he slipped his
right hand between her trim thighs and cupped her firmly, compressing
ample labia majora upward against the pelvic girdle.  The four huge
monitors instantly switched to split screen format.  On the right side
of the screen, Roberta's facial expressions were displayed in all
their vibrant intensity, every glacial stare of unbridled loathing,
every unconscious wince and every unintentional look of dismay.  On
the left side of each monitor, however, the audience got a close up
view of their instructor's hand busy between the unhappy teenager's
legs, his fingers pressing upward, then apart, and then together,
expertly palpating her most private and intimate flesh.  All the while
the results of his efforts were clearly portrayed in her facial
expressions which played like a slide show on the right.

Standing practically nose to nose with her, Rob continued to work with
the girl for a couple of minutes more, before removing his hand from
her at last.  How her sparkling dark brown eyes flashed with rage and
indignation.  Personally, Rob enjoyed the feel of smooth, spongy lips
beneath his fingers and made a mental note that perhaps he would pay
the Hammond girl a "social visit" one evening in the not too distant
future.  Wishing to preserve his objectivity in front of the class,
however, the professional man turned to the other exam table.

"Good morning, my dear," the man said to her just like all the
monsters in white did before taking advantage of her helplessness.
Forgetting the rules momentarily, Tania closed her eyes as his filthy
hand began to rub and squeeze, slowly and purposefully between her
trembling thighs.  She had no idea what was in store for her that
morning, but based upon the experiences she'd had over the last few
months of her captivity, Tania was pretty darned certain that she
wouldn't care much for the agenda.  Although the pretty thirteen year
old couldn't see them, on the monitors above the changing expressions
on her handsome face were displayed for all to see.  Her full pouting
lips were parted somewhat, revealing sparkling, pearl white teeth
between.

"Mmm..mm," Tania whimpered softly and winced when her antagonist began
to tug playfully at what remained of her once full coat of soft blond
curls.  

Several weeks earlier the demons in white had taken her to one of
their many torture chambers and shaved her down there.  Tania, like
most girl's her age liked to wear provocative swimming suites in order
to lure potential mates, and had discovered early on that she needed
to trim herself a bit to hide behind those tiny triangles of fabric.
But never had the teenager shaved as closely as these wicked men had
shaved her.  Why they'd left her with no more than a narrow stripe of
soft curls down the very center of her labial lips.  It had been
tremendously demeaning having a strange man trim her down there, in
particular when he'd spread her legs widely apart in order to shave
around what once were her private openings.  From that day on, it
seemed, everybody Tania met wanted to play with her little Mohawk
hairdo.  

"Good of you to join us today, my dear," the man spoke softly to her
and gave her one last firm squeeze before turning away to address the
roomful of men.  Tania fought back the temptation to spit in his ugly
face.

"Gentlemen," the Instructor/Handler began.  "I would like for you to
meet Miss Roberta Elaine Hammond and Miss Tania Marie Logan," he said
gesturing in the direction of each young girl in turn.  

On the big screens above, split images of the two girls appeared,
showing a closeup of their faces, anterior and posterior views of
their bodies (unclothed, naturally) as well as a page of information
depicting their personal data such as Passage Volume, Internal Grip
Strength and Muscle Memory statistics, CAP size and a brief synopsis
of each girl's history in residence.  Some members of the audience
took notes while others elected simply to listen.

"As you can see from their data sheets, our two young ladies are
approximately the same age, and interestingly enough, Miss Logan,
though she is the younger, was the more sexually active of the two
girls, losing her virginity at age twelve to a `favorite uncle'," the
senior man explained in a clinical tone of voice.  

No one in the audience missed the flush of color which rose in the
younger girl's neck and face as her somewhat sordid sex life was
publically discussed.  Tania wasn't at all proud of her past and had
gone to great lengths to keep her history a secret.  How these wicked
men ever found out about the things she'd done, Tania would never
know, but they seemed to know every single lascivious detail,
including the times she'd spent with her Uncle Raymond.  There were
even photographs!

Meanwhile, as Tania pondered her situation, the man in white continued
with his narrative.  Records indicate that Miss Logan enjoys sex, and
for the most part she will cooperate with a partner, but being her
"mother's daughter" from time to time she will revert to type."  A few
chuckles could be heard from above in reaction to his understatement. 

As Rob Elvstrom then stepped closer to Roberta, the exquisite fourteen
year old eyed him warily.  "Miss Hammond, on the other hand, had a
very uneventful love life prior to joining the TYTC Family," the
Handler said, placing a hand gently onto Roberta's right hip.  Her
flawless skin was exceptionally warm to the touch as her stats flashed
on the screens overhead. 

Roberta cringed and her skin crawled beneath the despicable man's
filthy touch.

"Unlike her younger counterpart, Miss Hammond, has a history of
withholding her amorous talents until such times as they would be
advantageous for her in some manner.  Her virginity, for example, went
at just over thirteen years of age to the coach of her highschool
varsity football team.  In return for her sexual favors the coach was
to arrange for a more prominent position for Roberta on the school's
prestigious cheerleading squad."  Then turning to look the lovely
teenager directly in the eye, Rob divulged a piece of information that
Roberta had been certain was absolutely confidential.  

"What most people do not know about our "little cheerleader" is that
her arrangement with the coach backfired."  Roberta's face paled
visibly in the big displays, and her stunned expression was utterly
priceless as the horrible man in white exposed her most guarded secret
in a calm steady voice.  Smiling at the pretty teen's obvious
distress, Rob went on.  "Unbeknownst to Miss Hammond, the savvy
football coach, had recorded their original encounter in clear, high
resolution, digital imagery and burned it onto a CD, and then by
threatening to release the contents of the disk onto the internet, the
resourceful man was able to convince Miss Hammond that it would be in
her best interest for her to continue their relationship
indefinitely."  

Roberta's expression became one of pleading misery as she begged the
man with her eyes not to say any more.

"As you can see, Miss Hammond is a lovely girl, and as you can imagine
has never been without an entourage of eligible suitors both young and
old.  For the last year or so, Miss Hammond has maintained a purely
platonic relationship with a young man by the name of Eric Moyer.
Eric, we understand is quite handsome, and our little cheerleader has
been heard to say that the main reason she continued to "date" Eric
was because the two of them looked so good together."

Roberta listened with growing horror as the wicked man in white
spilled the beans in incredibly accurate detail.  

"To date, the unfortunate Mr. Moyer has been denied even the slightest
promise of an intimate interlude with Miss Hammond.  For little does
our naive young man know, that all along his "girlfriend" has been
spending one to two hours each week in the arms and the bed of Coach
Harvey Zeagle.  In fact, prior to her coming into The Youth Training
Center, the thirty-nine year old coach remained Miss Hammond's one and
only intimate partner; a good thing for Coach Zeagle, but tremendously
frustrating for Mr. Moyer, I'm sure."

Roberta was crushed.  She was too despondent even to contest the
claims of the horrible man, knowing in her heart that every detail
he'd divulged was absolutely true.  "How had they found out?" she
pondered miserably, and was so wrapped up in self-pity that she barely
realized the man was speaking again.

"So, enough history," Rob said in a more animated voice.  "What's
important is that you all recognize that we have with us today two
young women of comparable age, yet with two completely different modus
operandi with regards to their sexual behavior," Rob stated.  

Then after a short pause he asked, "Now, is everyone ready to see what
makes these two young ladies tick?"

A resounding "Yes!" came from the audience above, startling both
girls.

"We will begin by discussing the basic shape and general function of
the human female physique, and then we'll explore in greater detail
the individual parts and pieces of the reproductive system along with
its ancillary and support systems ."  As he spoke, Rob turned and
faced the beautiful Roberta Hammond, placing a hand onto each of her
shoulders.

"As I mentioned before," he began anew while gazing deeply into
Roberta's dark brown eyes. "Both of our two young ladies are in their
early teenage years; the prime age for sexual activity and
reproduction.  During this period of her life all of her reproductive
instincts are at their peek, effecting her decision making processes
in ways that she often doesn't realize or understand."  He smiled at
the girl's miffed expression.  "Fortunately for Miss Hammond and Miss
Logan, we at TYTC have made a science out of studying and
understanding these urges and instincts," Rob stated condescendingly,
while stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"Don't touch me, you animal!" Roberta spat like an angry she-cat and
abruptly turned her face away.

Ignoring the girl's objections, the tenured Handler continued with his
lecture.  "Let's take an objective look at Miss Hammond for a moment,
and then we'll compare her physical attributes with those of our other
Guest."  Then speaking as though he was inspecting a side of beef, Rob
Elvstrom described Roberta in clinical detail.  

"Broad shoulders, indicative of good upper body strength," the man
stated as he kneaded the flesh of Roberta's shoulders and then moved
to her biceps, working downward to her elbows.  "Torso is compact,
breasts are rounded in shape, and appear to be firm and undamaged by
the ravages of gravity at this time," the Handler went on while
hefting first one supple globe and then the other.  Grasping Roberta
by her right nipple, the professional man proceeded to shake the
breast quickly from side to side, causing the irate young woman to
inhale abruptly, her breath hissing through her perfect white teeth.
She glared at him menacingly.  Rob went right ahead with his oration,
ignoring the girl's obvious discomfort.  Overhead on the four large
monitors Roberta's vital signs - pulse, respiration, blood pressure,
etc. -  were displayed in detail.   Later during the course of the
examination she and Logan girl would be fitted with additional sensors
designed to collect data of a more personal nature such as vaginal and
anal temperatures, passage moisture levels and overall mucous
production values as well as rectal and vaginal muscle activity.
Meanwhile the lecture continued.

"Females place a great deal of emphasis upon breast size and firmness,
and I suppose a lot of men are attracted to a nice set of tits," the
instructor commented.  "However, as many of you know, large or
pendulous breasts can be more of a hindrance than an asset when it
comes to the efficient management of female arousal.  I am sure that
all of you are familiar with the EFIRS condition.  If not, please
become familiar with it as it is definitely "need to know"
information," he stated succinctly.

Randy scribbled a note on his pad.

Returning his attention to his lovely subject, the instructor dropped
his hands to the tops of Roberta's hips.  "Our young lady's
mid-section is trim, yet not too slender.  The belly is slightly
rounded and appears to be well-muscled."  Sliding his hands around
Roberta's waist and between her back and the vertical surface of the
exam table, Rob palpated the latisimus dorsi, the long muscles on
either side of the spine.  "Back is strong with good musculature," he
stated, sliding his hands slowly downward over her hips.  "Pelvic
crests describe good height and separation indicative of suitable
abdominal capacity," Rob Elvstrom remarked as he knelt down on one
knee.  Again he glanced upward at his unseen audience.  "We'll detour
around the genitalia for the moment," he said as he turned his left
hand sideways and slid it between Roberta's legs.  Then pressing
upward with the blade of his index finger against the bottom of her
sumptuous vulva, the Handler grasped the girl's left inner thigh
firmly in his left hand while simultaneously bringing his right hand
up to the outside of her leg, such that his fingertips met just
beneath the globe of her left buttock.  Rob's two thumbs came within
an inch of touching over the front of her thigh.  The Handler detected
a shudder pass through his handsome subject when he began to knead the
firm flesh of her thigh, moving methodically downward toward the knee.
Catching her eye, Rob winked at the distressed teenager and continued
his narrative.  "Thighs are a little on the skinny side as are the
calves, but the entire lower extremity appears to be reasonably well
muscled.  The skin is smooth and warm to the touch."  His talk of
"skinny thighs" earned him a hateful look from the raven haired
beauty, but otherwise Roberta remained remarkably calm while Rob
examined her right leg in turn.  Then he stood and turned his back to
the girl as he gave a summary of his observations to the eager young
minds seated above.

"Miss Hammond is somewhat short waisted and her legs are long, though
not as well proportioned as the rest of her body.  Some time in the
gymnasium will remedy that, I'm sure.  She appears to have good upper
body strength which will prove beneficial during prolonged encounters
and with multiple partners.  Her abdominal muscles are reasonably fit,
and the ratio of the girth of her waist to the girth of her hips is
good.  Overall, Miss Hammond appears to be a healthy young woman, at
least on the outside."  

"So," the senior man said, pressing his palms together and flexing his
powerful fingers.  "Let's have a look at our second Guest."  Stepping
in front of the other young woman, the senior Handler got right down
to business.  "Miss Logan is a more long waisted young lady," he
commented clinically, while starting just below the teenager's rib
cage, he slid his hands down her flanks to her hips.  "Miss Logan's
legs are shorter overall than Miss Hammond's, particularly in the
thigh section, and are more consistently shaped.  Additionally, her
hips are low slung, giving our second young lady a comfortably low
center of gravity, thereby enhancing her rear engagement performance. 

Tania struggled to maintain her composure while the horrible man
squeezed and prodded.  Glancing quickly to her left in the direction
of the other unfortunate young woman, Tania decided that she'd never
seen the girl before.  During the three months or so of her captivity,
the attractive blond discovered to her dismay that there were
literally hundreds of young women imprisoned here.  She'd had the
opportunity to speak to a few of them on occasion.  All of them were
terrified, and none had any idea why they were being held captive, but
there were many, many more whom she might never meet.  

Receiving no immediate acknowledgment from the girl on the other
table, Tania turned her attention back to the man in white, glaring at
him with unveiled hostility as he went on with his despicable
commentary. 

"All things considered," Rob Elvstrom concluded.  "Miss Logan too has
a very serviceable anatomy, well suited to sustained sexual
engagements."  An undertone of voices erupted from the shadows above,
and continued until the speaker again cleared his throat.

"Very well, then," the senior man began anew.  "I think it's time we
had a look at that part of the female anatomy which down through the
ages has generated so much controversy."  As he spoke, the twin
examination tables began to recline to the soft whine of hidden
actuators.  Meanwhile the overhead monitors displayed the faces of the
two lovely Guests, clearly revealing the girls' growing vexation.  

"We'll begin with Miss Hammond," the speaker stated, moving stage
right and next to Roberta,  "who will provide us with the opportunity
to examine in detail the external  female genitalia."  In response to
an unseen command, the lower extremity support wings of the
specialized exam table moved together, stopping when a space of
approximately two inches remained between Roberta's knees.  

For both esthetic as well as hygienic reasons, Miss Hammond had been
neatly trimmed earlier that morning, and on the monitors above, the
audience was provided with a zoomed image of the teenager's smoothly
rounded vulva, revealing every detail of the prominent mons and
sumptuous labia majora.  In a smaller window at the top, left corner
of the huge screens, Roberta's facial expressions could be monitored
during the examination.  Meanwhile the display of her vital signs
shifted to a crawl of numeric data along the bottom of the screen.

While resting his right hand casually on the top of Roberta's right
thigh, the senior Handler placed the palm of his left hand onto
Roberta's tummy just above her pubic arch and addressed the class of
eager young minds seated above.  "When one considers the countless
wars waged and innumerable fundamental transformations our
civilization has sustained throughout recorded history purely
attributable to these two folds of flesh and what lies between, it is
simply mind boggling!" he stated.

Extending two fingers into the gap between the tops of Roberta's inner
thighs, the professional man pressed upward against her intimate
flesh, palpating first the left and then the right labia.  The
audience was provided with a stunning view of Roberta on the giant
screens as her resilient flesh was repeatedly compressed and released.
The depth of her humiliation was abundantly clear in her facial
expressions simultaneously displayed at the top, left corner of the
screen, while below, her respiration and pulse rate rose noticeably.  

"So much madness and mayhem," the Handler murmured philosophically, as
he began to pinch the young woman's supple rolls together using his
thumb and two fingers; in essence "pursing" her lips.  "It's no wonder
that recognizing the power she possesses between her legs, a young
female would seek to wield it.  Somewhere in the dim annals of human
history the very first female refused to share her charms with one man
in preference for another, and the ages of upheaval began, all for the
want of this moist, pink flesh."  

On the monitors, the audience was treated to the sight of delicate,
dark velvet inner lips previously concealed between generous labia
majora held apart now by Rob's talented fingers.

"You're disgusting!" Roberta hissed, and then inhaled suddenly as the
Handler began to palpate this extremely sensitive area.  

Overlooking her outburst, Rob continued.  "I'm not sure if it will
show on the monitors, but there is a good deal of moisture present
here already," he commented matter-of-factly as he slid the tip of his
index finger slowly upward toward the pubic arch across the satin
smooth flesh between Roberta's right labia majora and labia minora.
"Considering that I haven't begun any meaningful stimulation yet, this
indicates to us that our Guest appears to self-lubricate quite
readily.  This is particularly noteworthy since for the purposes of
this demonstration Miss Hammond has been denied her maintenance dose
of Thelazine this week.  Miss Logan, on the other hand has continued
her Thelazine therapy," the instructor went on to explain.  "The
significance of this will become more evident later on as we hope to
perform a comparative analysis between our two young ladies and their
responses to controlled stimulus."  As he spoke Rob's fingertip
arrived at the juncture of Roberta's inner lips. Taking care not to
involve the clitoral area just yet, the experienced Handler crossed
over and traced his way down the other side of Roberta's intimate
flesh.  

An involuntary shudder coursed through Roberta as she glared down at
her tormentor  with intense loathing.  In response the man gave her a
knowing smile as he continued to have his way with her. Time and again
over the weeks and months of her incarceration Roberta had sought to
deny those natural and instinctive responses that were a fundamental
part of being female. The fact that her captors seemed to understand
the intimate workings of her anatomy better than Roberta did herself
was a constant source of frustration.  Consistently the wicked men in
white coveralls demonstrated their ability to manipulate the
psychological and physiological triggers ingrained within the very
fiber of her being, inducing unwanted reactions and making it seem to
Roberta that her own body was betraying her. 

Unbeknownst to Roberta, this response was one of the fundamental keys
to successful enlightenment.  Had the headstrong teenager been able to
view her situation objectively, she would have recognized that ever so
slowly she was yielding to the steady diet of amorous activities
tailored to her own personal needs, and that with each passing day her
resistance waned under the patient and persistent tutelage of the men
in white.  For what Roberta and most of the young ladies currently in
residence failed to understand was the incredible depth and breadth of
the knowledge and experience possessed by the staff of dedicated men
and women at The Youth Training Center, and ironically she and the
young Logan girl were at that very moment playing an integral part in
the passing on of such knowledge. 

Hearing someone a cough from above, the attractive teenager glanced up
reflexively, and although the bright overhead lights prevented her
from actually seeing them, Roberta suddenly became acutely aware of
the presence of a large number of people studying her, watching her
every move as the wicked teacher went about his wicked lesson.  Deeply
ashamed, the pretty brunette quickly dropped her gaze only to be met
once again with the sight of her tormentor kneeling before her. Trying
desperately to ignore his nimble fingers dancing lightly over her
moist inner petals, Roberta no longer took notice of the man's
disgusting patter as he went about describing her intimate attributes
for the unseen audience above.  Roberta was sliding, turning ever
inward.  In fact she hardly noticed when the man in white suddenly
removed his hand from between her legs and stood up in front of her.

Turning his back to the pretty teenager, Rob looked up to address his
audience.  There was no need for him to glance at the monitors to know
that Miss Hammond's vital signs were elevated.  To his experienced eye
the distinct flush of color which had invaded Roberta's cheeks was
proof enough that he had gained her attention.  

To a degree, Rob was from the "old school".  Technology was indeed
useful, but in his opinion it was no substitute for intuition and
experience.  Rob understood that experience would come with time, but
intuition was a gift.  With an increasing number of Guests being
admitted to the Center each year came the need for an increased number
of young men to administer to them.  In order to maintain the high
level of effectiveness that clients had come to expect from The Youth
Training Center, the more tenured members of the TYTC staff such as
Rob Elvstrom were ever vigilant, always on the alert for a few gifted
individuals.  Granted, the newer, more advanced technology provided by
the wizards in Research and Development helped considerably, but Rob
and others like him feared that without guidance the next generation
of Handlers might become overly dependant upon that very same
technology.  Thankfully out of this year's graduating class of young
recruits, Rob had spotted two or three individuals who showed promise.
Although today for the most part he was there to teach the new
technology, Rob felt confident that the few bright young men he'd
selected to nurture personally would carry on the tradition and
guarantee that degree of excellence he'd dedicated his life to
achieving.

"Very well then," Rob began as he turned toward the two white clad
attendants who stood ready to assist him.  "If you gentlemen would be
kind enough to outfit Miss Hammond with the appropriate sensors, I'll
introduce the class to our other Guest."

Roberta didn't like the sound of that one bit, and turning her head to
the side she watched nervously as one of the two assistants walked to
a large stainless steel cabinet nearby, opened the door and began to
rummage inside.  Moments later he turned and approached Roberta where
she lay strapped down and helpless atop the examination table.  In his
hands he carried an evil looking array of electronic devices.  Roberta
looked on with growing trepidation as casually the one white clad
individual began to arrange the mass of wires and round, rubber pads
neatly on top of her bare tummy.  Meanwhile the other attendant moved
to the opposite side of the exam table and with the touch of some
hidden switch caused the articulated lower sections of the table to
slowly separate, inexorably forcing the occupant's slender legs apart
in the process, and stopping only as Roberta was becoming convinced
that she would be torn in half.

"Comfy?" the wicked man inquired with a smile.

Trying to be brave in spite of her mounting discomfort, Roberta cursed
the man with her eyes, but her attention was soon drawn back to the
proceedings atop her tummy.  After first sorting out the seeming
tangle of wiring, the first assistant then began to affix the sticky,
two inch diameter, rubber pads to predetermined locations on Roberta's
body.  There were four in all.  One went on the inside of her right
ankle and one on her lower abdomen, its bottom edge just touching the
pronounced rise of her pubic mons.  The third pad the man placed just
below Roberta's solar plexus; then lifting her right hip, the
attendant rolled her slightly and affixed the fourth and last pad to
her back at the base of her spine.  After taking a moment to be
certain the sensor pad wires were led so as not to interfere with the
planned exercises, the white clad assistant picked up one of the two
small objects he'd left lying on Roberta's tummy.

It was a rather small device.  About one inch long and perhaps a half
inch in diameter, the "Vagi-Cam" as it was fondly known as was shaped
much like a vitamin capsule.  Its cylindrical body had a shiny,
metallic appearance, but its rounded ends looked to be made of clear
glass or plastic.  In fact they were lenses, for contained within the
little cylinder was a tiny, bi-directional, video camera and sensors
to record moisture and temperature along with a micro-transmitter.
Overhead the four big monitors were abruptly filled with the slightly
distorted image of the attendant's face as he looked into each lense
in turn, testing the device in preparation for deployment.  

Watching the man carefully rotate the little cylinder in his fingers,
Roberta was wracked by a sudden, powerful tremor, for it didn't take a
rocket scientist to guess where the little gadget was likely to end
up.  Distracted momentarily by a shuddering groan from the direction
of the other examination table, Roberta looked back only just in time
witness the wicked man drop his hand between her widely splayed
thighs.  It certainly didn't hurt at all.  In fact Roberta barely
noticed the initial contact between the tiny device and her moist
vaginal gateway.  A soft groan did escape her lips, however, when
using his long, middle finger, the man proceeded to push the
unwholesome device deep into Roberta's interior.

Although Roberta wasn't at all impressed with the procedure, judging
from their collective gasp, the audience certainly was.  Had the
unhappy teenager been able to view the overhead displays, however, she
might possibly have had a greater appreciation for what had just taken
place.  It really had been a spectacular few moments of film footage
which would not soon be forgotten by everyone in attendance.  

With amazing resolution and breathtaking clarity the four large
monitors had first been filled with an image of pink, petal-like lips,
sparkling with moisture between which loomed the dark elliptical
opening to a secret passage.  Abruptly and totally unexpectedly the
glistening entryway "winked" closed, then after a moment slowly
dilated again, eliciting the first of many "oooh's" and "ahhh's" from
the audience.  Before moving on into the inviting passageway the lense
at the rear of the tiny camera suddenly became active, and the plasma
displays shifted to split screen mode with the view forward to the
left and the rearward view on the right.  

Every eye became glued to the left sides of the big monitors as the
fantastic voyage began.  The glistening, pink petals slid slowly by to
either side of the picture, and then as the camera automatically
switched on internal illumination, a fascinating world of soft, moist
convolutions opened before the captivated audience of explorers.  As
they ventured forward and inward it quickly became clear that this was
no ordinary secret passage.  Around the assembly of voyagers the
tunnel walls were fluid and ever changing, suddenly closing down
around them and then reopening in a slightly altered configuration.
One member of the audience would long be remembered as having said of
the journey, "Thank goodness there's only one way in and one way out
or we'd all be hopelessly lost!"  It wasn't a very time consuming
excursion, considering that the average length, or depth as the case
may be, of the vaginal passage of a girl of fourteen is approximately
four inches.  However, the young man responsible for the insertion of
the device, later to become known as the "cruise director", had been
skillful indeed.  Advancing very slowly, he had paused each time he
perceived an impending vaginal contraction which all agreed had added
a dimension of fluid motion and a true sense of adventure to the all
to brief excursion which might have been lost otherwise.  

"There it is!" a member of the expedition exclaimed when "up ahead" a
sparkling, pink, toroidal shape came into view.  On the exam table,
Roberta squirmed uncomfortably, feeling deeply violated as the tiny
capsule with its all seeing payload arrived at last at her cervix, the
tightly sealed gateway to her womb.  His work nearly finished, the
attendant in white took a final moment to seat the little device
snugly into the area just outside of Roberta's uterus know as the
fornix.  

Then much like an encore, the audience was treated to a fresh, new
perspective.  The rearview lense heretofore blocked by the tip of the
"cruise director's" finger, suddenly came to life, depicting if only
for an instant at the right side of the big overhead screens, that
very same fingertip as it seemingly disappeared back into the secret
passage from whence it had come.  Lastly, as a parting gift, the
audience of vaginal voyagers was left with the image of pale,
convoluted walls slowly roiling as Roberta Elaine's birth canal
contracted following the invasive procedure.

What seemed like and eternity had actually taken just a very few
minutes.  The tiny capsule with its high-tech payload would now remain
in place for the balance of the exercise, perhaps longer, depending
upon the need.  With its forward facing lense effectively blocked due
to its close proximity to the bitter end of the Hammond girl's vaginal
passage, the overhead monitors, still in split screen mode, displayed
the "way out" on the right half of the screen and the slow,
involuntary movements of Roberta's vaginal walls.  Meanwhile on the
left half of the big displays, fresh data sprang to life as an unseen
controller cycled through the sensor inputs.  Now, in addition to the
usual vital signs - pulse, respiration, etc. - information about many
of Roberta's internal functions had become available - vaginal passage
temperature and fluid content as well as floor muscle activity to name
a few.  Some of this data would be echoed by one or more of the
external pad sensors along with other information pertaining to
Roberta's state of arousal, but much of that would only become
available once she engaged a lover, as she would very soon.  Only one
sensor remained to be deployed, and once again it didn't take Roberta
long to figure out where it was to be placed.

Identical in appearance to the first and containing a nearly identical
payload package, the second little bullet was destined for a journey
into the nether regions of Miss Hammond's abdominal cavity. Containing
the same bi-directional camera as its twin brother, and also capable
of monitoring passage temperature and moisture, second capsule shaped
device differed in one very important way.  Whereas the unit currently
in residence inside of the attractive brunette was designed to measure
vaginal muscle activity and did so using inertial motion sensors much
like the wave height monitors deployed globally by NOAA, the second
device was specifically meant for "backdoor use".  

Based upon exhaustive studies in the field of Climax Management, it
has been determined that rectal contractions provide a far more
accurate indicator of imminent orgasm in the human female than do
vaginal contractions.  It is widely believed that as the female
approaches climax her rectal sphincter will clamp down in a reflexive
action intended to prevent the inadvertent evacuation of her bowel
during the loss of control associated with orgasm.  This is not to say
that all anal activity is involuntary.  As with her vaginal wall and
floor muscles, with proper instruction in Passage Control techniques,
a young lady can achieve remarkable and independent command over the
muscles of both of her abdominal passageways.  Although with many
females flexing or "stuttering" of the vaginal musculature, at times
pronounced, is often experienced just prior to or during climax, it
has been observed and well documented that this is not always the
case.  The steady ramping up of muscle tremors, followed by a vigorous
contraction of the rectal sphincter, on the other hand, is a sign of
approaching orgasm that an accomplished Arousal and Climax Manager can
set his watch by.  Consequently, taking this vital piece of
statistical data into consideration, the boys in R&D equipped this
second sensor unit with a microscopic belt of compression monitors
around its tiny girth.

Putting two and two together as she watched the white clad assistant
retrieve the second tiny capsule from her tummy, Roberta understood
why Gary, her Principal Handler and in Roberta's opinion an utter
deviant, hadn't returned the disgusting CAP device to its rightful
place following her morning stool.  Having been a Guest of the Center
for a fair amount of time, Roberta's anatomy had been allowed more
that adequate time to acclimate to Continuous Anal Presence.  As a
result the insertion of the second little probe went quite smoothly,
and after cycling all of her attached and/or imbedded sensor feeds,
Roberta was deemed ready to take part in the second half of the
morning's demonstration.

Tania's big blue eyes flew open wide and staring, and a shuddering
groan escaped her lips as without warning and with absolutely no sign
of compunction the man dressed in white coveralls slipped his long
middle finger up into her vagina, pushing the evil little capsule
deeper with his fingertip.  Before the startled thirteen year old knew
what was happening, the wicked man had maneuvered the device into the
area of her cervix, the gateway to her womb, invading Tania's personal
spaces more completely than she would have imagined possible prior to
her imprisonment in the horrible institution. 

"Silence, Miss Logan," the Handler spoke authoritatively.  "Guests
shall remain silent while being attended to," he added, quoting one of
the TYTC Non-negotiable Standards.  

High above on the four huge flat screen monitors, high resolution
images of Tania's personal spaces once sacrosanct were displayed
before the large audience in attendance for Rob Elvstrom's popular
lecture series on The Reproductive Anatomy of the Human Female.  Some
of the more studious members of the audience scribbled notes as
pertinent data became available while others simply gawked at the
incredibly revealing display.
LOGAN
Pulse: 75				
Respiration: 23			Diaphragm: Mild Activity
BP: 115/82			Ankle Motion: At rest
Skin Temp: 96.2 and moist	Lower Abdo: Mild Activity
Vag Temp: 98.7		             Anal Core Temp: N/A
Vag Moist: 25%		              Anal Moist: N/A
Vag Activ: Slightly elevated	Rectal Comp: N/A








While Tania was being fitted with her anal monitor, her counterpart
for the morning's program was being moved into position for mounting,
and the older girl was none too happy about it either, judging from
the rather heated remarks coming from the other exam table.

"Silence, Miss Hammond!" a commanding voice rang out.  "Guests shall
remain silent while being attended to."

Incredible as it may seem, silence reigned even if only for a brief
period of time.  Momentarily stunned into submission, Roberta's mouth
literally snapped shut in response to the command tone in the man's
voice.  Always the stubborn one, it never failed to amaze Roberta how
these wicked men held such power of over her and the other unfortunate
captives in the mad house in which she resided.  Her obedient muteness
didn't last very long though, for no sooner than the despicable leader
of the day's debauchery had given the order to "move her into
position", Roberta knew she was going to be raped once again and
probably very soon.  

It wasn't the first time, and Roberta knew with a cold certainty that
it would not be the last.  Although the white clad monsters routinely
referred to the defilement of her person as "Learning Experiences" or
"Motivational Training" or whatever, rape was rape in Roberta's mind.
Not too long ago, a young woman who's name Roberta couldn't remember
had insinuated that one day Roberta would learn to accept the
attentions of the Handlers without complaint.  So far that day had not
arrived, and if Roberta had anything to say about it, it never would.
Outnumbered and pretty much powerless to defend herself against the
advances of the white clad deviants, still Roberta fought them.
Although on a daily basis she found herself in the arms of strangers,
forced to submit to their lascivious desires, never would she go
willingly.  They would have to take what they wanted.  Many would
doubt the wisdom behind Roberta's maintaining such an inflexible
stance, for that is precisely what the men in white were prepared to
do.  They took exactly what they wanted.

In the interest of completing the morning's program within acceptable
time limits many of the Center's otherwise non-negotiable standards
would be relaxed.  The two young ladies would be verbally reprimanded
for their vocal outbursts, but they would not be disciplined in the
usual manner, especially since their CAP devices had been removed in
order to accommodate the anal sensing devices.  Be that as it may, in
the end, both Miss Hammond and Miss Logan would accept the services of
a lover that day, that much was certain.  Furthermore, it is highly
doubtful that either young woman comprehended the degree to which
their individual performances would be scrutinized and evaluated.

The wicked man who'd put the nasty little things into Roberta stepped
up to the side of her table.  Roberta didn't know his name.  It really
didn't matter.  Roberta didn't know the names of most of the demented
"sickos" she been with recently.  She knew Ray, of course, since she
slept with him practically every night.  Roberta hated Ray, and she
hated the things he did to her.  "Well... Most of them, anyway..."
There was an older guy by the name of Roger who'd taken an interest in
her lately.  Roberta would never admit it, but if the truth be known,
she thought she could grow to like Roger.  "Under different
circumstances," she justified to herself.  Roger was gentle with her. 
And there you have it!  For weeks following her arrival at TYTC,
Roberta Elaine Hammond had often required the assistance of two
attendants just to keep her from injuring herself or someone else. Yet
even as Roberta lay strapped to the exam table awaiting her fate, her
idle thoughts betrayed her.  She'd been one for the record books, that
much was certain.  Ray would recall in the beginning having to
physically restrain the young hellion in their bed at night, something
that was rarely done at the Center.  Even the Coach had become
frustrated with the headstrong young woman, and the Coach didn't
frustrate easily.  Her Principal Handler, Ray felt it was doubtful
that Miss Hammond would connect the dots for awhile still.  She
represented quite a challenge, yet Ray admired her spunk.

Roger was a wise man and Ray respected his experience.  But when he'd
suggested that he would like to try the soft approach with Miss
Hammond, employing the time worn technique of "good cop..bad cop", Ray
had thought him nuts.  Yet sometimes the unexpected happens, and Ray
had been in the employ of TYTC long enough to have seen the unexpected
happen on more than one occasion.  For Miss Roberta Elaine Hammond to
actually consider becoming friendly with a TYTC Handler, or even to
tolerate his company without rancor or violence was a major leap
forward for the youngster.  The encouraging thing was that in his
heart of hearts, Ray believed with a certainty that eventually Roberta
would come around.  They always did, and that gave him the confidence
to continue.

This morning, however, as Ray watched the proceedings below from a
front row seat in the theater, he suspected that today would not be
the day that Roberta would make friends with her partner.  The guy
standing beside Roberta's exam table looked kinda young, although he'd
done a excellent job with the sensor placement.  "At least she's
restrained," Ray thought to himself.  Roberta could be wicked fast,
and she had very sharp elbows.  Ray still ached a little where the
girl had nearly cracked one of his ribs a few weeks ago.  Ray didn't
need the help of the big displays to recognize the laser hot stare
Roberta gave the young Handler who after adjusting the attitude of her
table had stepped in front of her and was in the process of unzipping.
"Not too shabby!  That bad boy ought to get her attention," Ray
chuckled to himself as he evaluated somewhat clinically the young
Handler's physical prowess as it was displayed on the monitor nearest
his seat.  Ray estimated the guy was packing nine or ten inches, and
although he wasn't all that substantial in girth, the fleshy shaft had
an interesting upward hook to it.  Ray knew from experience that given
a little time to adjust, Miss Hammond could handle every bit of ten
inches.  Watching the young Handler bring himself to full erection,
Ray wondered idly if the little camera gadget would cause either of
them any discomfort.  That reminded him to check the monitor.  "This
should be quite a show," Ray thought to himself, remembering how
tightly Roberta could clamp down while trying to resist penetration.
In fact, the youngster's IGS (Internal Grip Strength) numbers were
nearly off the charts.  

On the big LCD monitor nearest Ray, Roberta's vital signs spiked as
down on the floor, the young Handler stepped between her legs.  "You
keep away from you fucking pervert!" Ray heard the girl threaten.  She
was quickly reprimanded.  It didn't help much.  "Don't you touch me.
I'm warning you!"  Frustration and fear rang clearly in her voice.
Glancing again at the monitor, Ray saw that several new windows had
opened.  In the top left was a semi-closeup of Roberta's handsome
face, though currently it was distorted with rage.  Immediately to the
right of that image was a bird's eye view of the proceedings going on
between the teenager's thighs.  Her partner was about to make initial
contact.  At the bottom left corner of the screen a new window flashed
to life, showing two incredible images of the internal workings of the
unhappy teenager's lower abdomen from just below her belly button down
nearly to mid-thigh.  The technologically advanced, low wattage,
magnetic resonance imager coupled with a highly sophisticated
ultra-sound projector made the Hammond girl's flesh turn to glass.
Slowly alternating between bird's eye and side scan, the astonishing
clarity of the pictures never ceased to amaze Ray, though he'd seen
the device in action more than once.  Across the bottom of the screen
Roberta's vital statistics were now depicted as small analog gauges or
meters, kind of like a fuel gauge.  Several of the "needles" jumped
erratically.

"No, you bastard!" came the shriek from below.  "Get your filthy cock
out of me, you...you bstrd!!!"  The last of her condemnation was
issued as a hiss between tightly clenched teeth.  

Ray knew precisely what Roberta was up to, for she'd tried it with him
many times early on.  Using her exceptionally fit vaginal floor
muscles, the stubborn teenager was attempting to deny her young
partner entry.  Studying the top, right hand view shot from directly
above the young couple, Ray figured the Handler was perhaps two inches
into Roberta.  Glancing at the MRI Ray could clearly pick out the
man's glans as having made it inside along with perhaps an inch of his
shaft.  As Ray looked on the young man began a steady rhythm of
thrusts; not overly forceful, just steady and persistent designed to
make his intentions clear to his headstrong young partner.  

Incredibly when the MRI display shifted to side scan, Ray could tell
that powerful forces were at work within Roberta.  Its entrance
compromised by the somewhat pointed tip of the young Handler's
manhood, Roberta's vagina flexed and knotted, relaxed momentarily then
instantly knotted again, holding her partner at bay most effectively. 
The young man was deporting himself well, but still Ray had to
chuckle.  He'd been right there with Roberta so many times during the
weeks and months of their developing relationship.  Ray sincerely
hoped the somewhat inexperienced Handler wouldn't give up too soon or
concede the match to Roberta, for that could set a very unhealthy
precedent.  The many times that he and the stubborn young beauty had
matched wills, Ray had made a point always to consummate each and
every engagement, making it abundantly clear to Roberta that although
he would allow her to resist, in the end he expected her to cooperate.
Of course within the privacy of their sleeping quarters there were
more options at Ray's disposal.  He could always resort to the "old
standby".  A few gentle taps on Roberta's CAP device invariably
distracted the teenager long enough to gain him entry.  Short of that,
a firm pinch to the highly sensitive, satiny smooth skin of her
areolae would often "shake her loose".  The key, of course, was
distraction.  It didn't have to last too long.  A little slap on the
buttock and a quick thrust of the hips was generally all it took for
Roberta and him to get it together.  In truth, Ray preferred a slower,
more fluid entry, but routinely with Roberta he was compelled by
necessity to speed things up a little.  Then as a rule, once they were
coupled, Ray could slow down and shift into a smoother, more relaxed
rhythm.  At times the obstinate fourteen year old would continue to
fight him, but those times were gradually becoming fewer and farther
between.

"Nnnnnnuhhh!" the frustrated groan of the willful Miss Hammond echoed
through the amphitheater, jarring Ray loose from the confines of his
daydreaming.  A quick glance at the monitor confirmed his suspicions.
Fatigue maybe or perhaps some other momentary distraction had
obviously caused Roberta to relax her vigilance, but only for an
instant.  Though it appeared that persistence was paying off for the
young Handler, he knew as did several onlookers that it was pure luck
that he happened to be pushing forward with his hips at the exact
moment that Roberta let down her guard.  

"Sometimes you gotta take what you can get," Ray muttered, noting with
a slight twinge of envy that the MRI display now showed that the head
of the young man's penis had advanced nearly half the length of
Roberta's highly athletic vagina.  "It's all over now, sweetheart,"
Ray mentally coached the girl from afar.  With her partner's manhood
that far inside Roberta had nothing to gain a purchase on; nothing to
"grab on to".  "Give it up, Roberta.  Let the guy love you now,
honey," Ray breathed.

No sooner had the words left Ray's lips than the first soft groan came
from the area below.  Looking up quickly to the window dedicated to
Roberta's vagina-cam, Ray was treated to a side of Roberta the two of
them had never shared before.  The inside.  At first all he could see
was a seething mass of soft, moist tissue, jerking and twisting.  What
Ray was witnessing were Roberta's final struggles in her failing
efforts to stave off the inevitable.  Then suddenly, there he was.
There was no need to consult the MRI or any other display, for there
was no doubt in Ray's mind what he was seeing.  In the center of the
slowly roiling tissue mass a small, round window appeared and expanded
at a steady rate.  Something was coming through that window.  Soon
everyone in attendance could clearly make out the smooth, dark purple
tip of the young Handler's penis.  Even the small, dark hole at its
center was visible as it forged its way toward the camera lense,
halting at the very last moment.  Indeed it was a spectacular sight,
reminding Ray of a little purple locomotive rolling along down a soft
pink tunnel.

"Oh, Wow !" was the collective response from the audience, followed
with some sporadic applause.  

Then quite unexpectedly a sharp cry filled with dismay and anger split
the air.  Out of habit Ray looked up at the image of Roberta's lovely
face on the big overhead monitor, but although the handsome teenager
didn't look particularly happy, neither did she appear to be overly
distraught.  Ray recalled with fondness how pretty Roberta always
looked when he made love to her.

"Noooo, dnnnn't!" The second cry diverted Ray's attention as he
quickly recognized the source of the protest.  Pretty sure he wasn't
alone, Ray realized that he'd been so caught up in the incredible
variety of images associated with Roberta's coupling, that he'd
completely forgotten that there was a second young lady about to
become engaged.  In fact as fresh images leapt onto the monitors
bearing the name, Tania Marie Logan, it quickly became apparent that
the pretty, blond, thirteen year old had already consummated her
morning's tryst.  And before her cry of resignation had faded Miss
Tania Logan became fully involved with her partner; a partner not of
her choosing, but fully involved none the less.

Shortly thereafter both Tania and Roberta, each with their respective
partners, got down to the business at hand.  Overhead, breathtaking
images of the two couplings lit up the huge displays, while down on
the floor the demonstration progressed at a steady pace.  Taking care
not to disturb the two young couples, Rob Elvstrom moved casually
about the floor, calling the attention of the audience to various
physical attributes or details of technique, and "MCing" the spectacle
like the true professional he was.

Ray chose to spend a few minutes studying the facial expressions of
the two girls as  they dealt with the situation each in her own way.
Not just a sucker for a pretty face, Ray like many of his coworkers
believed quite strongly that during intercourse most young ladies wear
there hearts on their sleeves, or more accurately, upon their faces.
Besides being rather pleasant to watch, an astute observer can glean a
significant amount of very useful information from a young woman
during a partnering simply by monitoring her expressions and body
language.

Take Miss Hammond, for example.  At the beginning of the exercise, it
was abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with her suitor.
Her expressions of contempt and loathing were as plain as day.  Then
when the encounter moved ahead without her consent, Roberta had become
agitated and confrontational, her expressions shifting to those of
indignation and outrage.  Quickly discovering that she was effectively
powerless to resist the amorous attentions of her appointed partner,
wrath clouded her otherwise lovely features.  Next came fear, fear for
her safety and fear of the unknown elements associated with having to
submit to non-consensual sex with a total stranger.  "What would this
man do to her?  Would he be rough with her?  Would he hurt her?"  The
last was of course unwarranted.  Having been in residence for several
months, Roberta had taken on a goodly number of lovers.  Although
she'd been rather uncomfortable on occasion, so far Roberta had not
been physically harmed.  As far as how she would be treated this time
around, that remained to be seen.  After all, a stranger is a
stranger.  Each man does things differently.  Roberta's real concern,
though she was loath to admit it, was.  "Might she like it?"  

Sure enough, as Ray looked on worry and concern faded from her face to
be replaced with a priceless mix of dismay and introspection.  Her
anatomy was beginning to speak to her, telling her things she did not
wish to hear.  In spite of the circumstances it was impossible for
Roberta to ignore her lover.  Following her failed attempt to block
his entry, the young man had entered her fully and then quickly struck
up a steady rhythm.  Roberta felt utterly powerless to impede his
purposeful thrusts and secessions.  If she tried to shut out the
ordeal by closing her eyes, she was quickly reprimanded.  A shudder
passed though her.  In and out...in and out...in and out, slow and
measured.

The truth was that during her illicit affair with Harvey Zeagle,
Roberta had to admit there had come a time when she found herself
enjoying the older man's attentions.  It had come as quite a shock to
her actually, especially since blackmail was at the route of the
relationship.  Mr. Zeagle had  been patient but firm with her, and as
a result, young Roberta had experienced things many women wouldn't
experience until much later in life if at all.  But like so many men
who simply didn't understand the inner workings of the female of our
species, Harvey eventually lost control of his young companion.
Harvey's failure to keep her womb-centered caused Roberta to gradually
become self-centered and dissatisfied.  Soon she was making excuses
and setting conditions.  Had the relationship not ended abruptly with
Roberta's abduction and induction into The Youth Training Center, it
would most likely have ended badly.

As it turned out Roberta would have no time to enjoy her seeming
control over her sexual agenda, before it would be handed over to
others who did know how to keep a young lady's attention.  In a matter
of days, not weeks or months, but days after joining the TYTC family,
Roberta found herself deluged with sex.  Where at one time in her
other life she'd felt put upon when on occasion Coach Zeagle would
demand that she pay him an unscheduled visit in addition to their
regular, twice weekly trysts, things at the Center progressed at a
much more rapid pace.  Almost immediately Roberta was placed on a
regimen of compulsory intercourse at least twice each day.  At the
same time she was handed over to Ray whom Roberta was told would act
as mentor.  What she failed to realize at the get go was that as Ray's
protege, she was expected to share his bed, and not just occasionally.
Roberta and Ray slept together every night and continued to do so to
this very day.  She recalled how in the beginning Ray had been forced
to tie her hands and feet in order to keep her in his bed.  With a
shudder Roberta remembered the indignation and humiliation she'd
endured each time Ray had lashed her spread eagle to the bed
restraints.  Then every night like clockwork he would force himself
upon her, often falling asleep on top of her when he was finished.

Naturally she'd resisted.  Roberta had been utterly outraged by her
situation, and at her first opportunity the obstinate teenager had
refused to cooperate and continued to fight the monsters in white for
many weeks.  That had been a trying time for Roberta.  Unwittingly, in
an attempt to avoid further sexual encounters with the wicked men in
white Roberta only exacerbated the situation.  It took awhile, but
eventually she grasped the simple fact that at TYTC refusal by a Guest
to cooperate or make herself available, was rewarded with a more sex. 
Roberta had scarcely been in residence a week when she received her
first GCO or Group Corrective Opportunity.  Referred to in the outside
world as gang bangs, GCO's were the stuff of nightmares, at least that
first time.  Roberta had never even considered having sex with more
than one person.  Why the very thought of it disgusted her.  "How
dehumanizing," she'd remarked to no one in particular.  Dehumanizing
came close to describing the act, but not quite.

Roberta's first GCO had been administered at the hands of six, perhaps
seven men.  After four Roberta had lost count.  Worse still, it had
happened right in the main hallway of the despicable institution, and
all during what amounted to a gang rape people walked by, never
stopping, never offering assistance.  "How could they be so callus and
uncaring?" Roberta had often wondered.  Actually, she was pretty sure
that the seventh participant in her ordeal had been a passerby who had
indeed stopped to offer his "assistance".  It had begun almost
spontaneously, or so it seemed.  One minute Roberta was engaged in a
heated argument with Ray, over what exactly she couldn't remember, and
in the next she'd found herself surrounded.  The men had appeared out
of thin air, responding instantly to the announcement over the PA
soliciting help for a GCO in the main hallway.  At the time Roberta
hadn't a clue what a GCO was, but when she'd suddenly found herself on
her back on the cold tile floor she quickly decided she wanted no part
of it.  By then, however, it had been way too late.  Two of the men
held her by the wrists while two others forced her legs apart.  Then
in a twinkling they placed a device between her ankles, a kind of
spreader bar which served to keep Roberta open and vulnerable.  Less
than one minute later the first man entered her, and with no
explanation or fan fair whatsoever, he proceeded to fuck Roberta's
brains out.  He was a big man and had treated her roughly, but that
was just the beginning.  After delivering his hot, disgusting spawn
into Roberta's young body, without a word he'd dismounted and taken
over for the man holding her left wrist.  The rest had been a blur of
grunting, sweating bodies and large, eager penises and what had felt
like gallons of musky, male ejaculate.  Roberta had no idea how long
she'd remained in the clutches of the GCO.  It had seemed like an
eternity.  When it was finally over Roberta lay in a semi-conscious
stupor, her shapely young body  covered with a viscus mixture of
semen, sweat and saliva.  Her prim, pointed breasts were rose red from
the mauling they'd received at the hands of her tormentors.  There was
no blood anywhere thankfully, but the bone deep ache between her legs
reached all the way to her bellybutton.  Roberta felt like a train had
driven through her.  She'd been so sore she was barely able to walk,
even with Ray's assistance.  Speaking of Ray, the man who was supposed
to have been her mentor had stood by and calmly watched the whole
thing.  To make matters worse, that night he'd insisted on making love
to Roberta.  Thankfully was uncommonly gentle with her.

Two more times during her stay at TYTC, the stubborn Miss Hammond
would require the administration of a Group Corrective Opportunity.
Roberta could be a willful young lady.

GCO's aside, Roberta's "normal" routine would appear daunting to most
girls her age.  Two lovers a day on average in addition to classes on
technique and timing and control, not to mention her relationship
responsibilities with Ray.  And lately there was talk about getting
her started with group encounters.  About a week ago Ray had invited a
second man unannounced into their bed for the night.  It had been
pretty weird and needless to say, Roberta hadn't gotten much sleep.

The long and the short of it was this.  Although Roberta persisted
with her passive resistance, taking great care not to push the
envelope, her steady diet of all things sexual slowly began to appeal
to the teenager on a deep subconscious level.  With each passing day
it seemed she objected less and less to the attentions of her various
partners.

"Nnnn...nnnn...nnnn...nnnn," came a series of soft moans from the
table where the partnering of Miss Logan and her companion was taking
place.  

Glancing quickly upward at the large monitors, Randy nudged Ben seated
beside him.  Pointing toward Miss Logan's monitor he remarked, "Wow,
look at her numbers now!"  Indeed the pretty blond teenager's vitals
were significantly elevated from even two or three minutes ago.
LOGAN
Pulse: 92				
Respiration: 30			    Diaphragm: Active
BP: 125/90			    Ankle Motion: Pronounced
Skin Temp: 98.8 and diaphoretic         Lower Abdo: Pronounced
Vag Temp: 99.7		                 Anal Core Temp: 99.0
Vag Moist: 72%		                 Anal Moist: 22%
Vag Activ: Elevated		    Rectal Comp: Elevated








"Silence, Miss Logan!" the young girl's partner scolded, while keeping
up a steady thrust cadence.  "Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to," he stated, albeit somewhat breathlessly.

"Mm..mm... Mm..mm... Mm..mm!" Miss Roberta Hammond cried plaintively
from her table nearby.  On the big overhead monitors her numbers were
markedly elevated as well.

"Silence, Miss Hammond!" Rob Elvstrom admonished the unhappy fourteen
year old from his position beside her table.  Normally he would never
have dreamed of interfering in the business of another Handler engaged
with a Guest, but since he was heading up this morning's program he
felt it was appropriate.  Looking up into the bright overhead lights
Elvstrom addressed the audience.  "As you may have surmised, gentlemen
both of our young subjects are nearing orgasm.  Please take note of
their Rectal Compression values.  As many of you may know, these are
the numbers which most accurately indicate the onset of carnal apogee
in the human female," the seasoned Handler explained.  "The
experienced Climax Manager will pay close attention to rectal activity
as his partner approaches sexual climax and either increase or
decrease the level of his attentions depending upon whether he wishes
to allow or deny orgasm," Elvstrom stated.  "Of course it's a lot
easier with all this technology involved," he added with a chuckle and
received a few laughs from the audience.  

Leaning over the young Hammond girl, Elvstrom noted the flush of
crimson in her cheeks, neck and across her collar bones.  The
headstrong youngster did her best to return his impersonal gaze with
one of loathing, but even as she glared up at him, her lithe body
rocking rhythmically to the steady cadence of her partner, Rob
Elvstrom clearly detected a muzzy dullness in Roberta's once clear,
dark brown eyes.  Her thoughts were turning inward.  She was slowly
but surely becoming womb centered.  Glancing up at her partner in
white Elvstrom and the other man exchanged knowing looks.  Miss
Hammond was getting close.

"If you will recall," Rob began, once again addressing his audience
above.  "Our young Miss Hammond here was denied her last Thelazine
booster.  It is interesting therefore to compare Miss Hammond's
numbers with those of our other subject in this morning's
demonstration.  All eyes went to the overhead screens.

HAMMOND
Pulse: 106				
Respiration: 35			Diaphragm: Active
BP: 125/82			 Ankle Motion: Pronounced
Skin Temp: 98.8 and diaphoretic    	 Lower Abdo: Pronounced
Vag Temp: 101.2		                 Anal Core Temp: 99.0
Vag Moist: 83%		                 Anal Moist: 21%
Vag Activ: Elevated		                 Rectal Comp:
Pronounced






LOGAN
Pulse: 104				
Respiration: 38			Diaphragm: Active
BP: 125/89			 Ankle Motion: Pronounced
Skin Temp: 99.0 and diaphoretic    	 Lower Abdo: Pronounced
Vag Temp: 100.6		                 Anal Core Temp: 99.5
Vag Moist: 96%		                 Anal Moist: 34%
Vag Activ: Elevated		                 Rectal Comp:
Pronounced






"We can clearly see in Miss Logan's statistics the effects of
Thelazine by noting the markedly increased production of vaginal
moisture," Rob Elvstrom pointed out, moving over to Tania's table.  As
a treat for his audience Rob removed the tiny wireless microphone
clipped to the collar of his white coveralls and held it down within
inches of where the sizeable cock of Miss Logan's companion was
pistoning steadily in and out..in and out..in and out.  The result of
this was pretty spectacular as the entire auditorium was instantly
filled with the sticky, viscus sounds of their love making.  Rob
allowed the sensuous soundtrack to play for a minute or two before
returning his microphone to his collar.  "Sounds pretty nice, doesn't
it," he said with a chuckle, glancing upward at his audience briefly
before focusing his attention on the young blond on the table beside
him.  Like her counterpart for the morning's activities, Tania's
pretty face was flushed rosy pink.  As Rob gazed down upon her,
suddenly a rapid series of soft, tremulous moans erupted from the
lovely thirteen year old.

"Ho..ohh..ohh..ohh..ohh..mmmm..mmm!"  Tania's flat tummy heaved once,
then twice as her partner continued to deliver a smooth, regular
thrust cadence.

Reaching down, Rob took the youngster's chin gently in his fingertips
and turned her face toward him.  "Hush now my dear," Rob spoke in a
soft voice rather than rebuking her at this point.  Unlike the Hammond
girl, Miss Logan did not return Rob Elvstrom's gaze when he looked
into her eyes.  Thanks to the miracle drug, Thelazine at Tania's
rather advanced state of arousal only those notions and sensations
pertinent to her love making were allowed to surface in her
consciousness.  All others were shunted aside.  Studying her dazed
blue eyes, it was obvious to Elvstrom that Miss Logan was in another
world.  "Any contractions?" he asked her companion.  

Pushing himself deeply into his young consignee, Tania's professional
partner in white paused for about five seconds.  "Regular
contractions," he stated in a clinical tone.  "Fairly strong," he
added, resuming a steady cadence.  

"Shouldn't be long now," Rob remarked quietly.  Then looking upward he
spoke to his audience.  "It was decided at the beginning of this
morning's exercise that our two young ladies should be allowed to
achieve orgasm.  Miss Logan is currently teetering on the brink, and
all outward and inward appearances indicate that Miss Hammond is not
far behind her.  Once again I'd like to point out the fact that Miss
Hammond is not enjoying the benefits of Thelazine this morning.
Although she seems to be producing adequate lubrication, she lacks
focus.  You can see it in her facial expression as compared to that of
Miss Logan," Rob Elvstrom remarked.

Again, all eyes rose to the overhead displays.  "Damn if he's not
right," Ben whispered to his coworker, Randy.  "Look at the Hammond
girl's eyes.  She's way too coherent," Ben observed.  "Elvstrom's
amazing," he added in awe of their instructor's abilities.

"I'll say," Randy agreed, keeping his voice low so as not to interfere
with the program.  The two young Handlers looked on as first the
lovely Miss Tania Marie Logan enjoyed a massive orgasm at the hands of
a partner she met only forty minutes ago.  Approximately ten minutes
later a rather anguished cry came from the adjacent table as the
unhappy, fourteen year old Roberta Hammond and her partner came
together.  It was a testament to the skill and professionalism of
Roberta's Handler/Companion, for even without the benefits of
Thelazine he had managed to bring the unwilling young lady to full
climax.

Everyone in attendance agreed that it had been a very successful and
informative session.  The technology had all worked flawlessly,
yielding an incredible array of information as well as some truly
stunning views of the proceedings.

"See you around, I hope," Randy said as he and Ben exited the theatre
along with a throng of others, all dressed in white.

"Yeah, see ya.  Don't work too hard," Ben replied good naturedly. 

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