{ASSM} RP: "TYTC 2 - Megan's Story" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, ped, nc] [1/2]

[StoryMaster]

[Part 1 of 2]

The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

The Youth Training Center - Megan's Story - by - The StoryMaster

"Who do you people think you are, bringing me here against my will?"
Megan Emily Richards hissed. The eighteen year old blond was as angry as
she was pretty. She leaned forward, her hands on the edge of the big desk
behind which the stranger sat. "How dare you drag me in here. Wherever
here is. I demand an explanation!"

"All in good time, Miss Richards. All in good time," the man said
returning her rage with a calm voice and deliberate gaze.

"All in good time, my ass," Megan shrieked, surprising even herself with
her unladylike language and the intensity of her anger. "I want to know
this instant, or I'm going to pick up that phone and call the police."

Adam North continued to stare up at the irate girl opposite his desk.
He'd sat listening to identical caveats on countless other occasions, so
this incident was nothing new to him, and not the least bit unexpected.
North struggled to resist smiling at the lovely girl as she continued to
spit curses and threats. She was indeed attractive, albeit slightly old
for his program. He liked to think of Megan Richards as a challenge.

The freshman coed had been abducted from her dormitory room by the
T.Y.T.C. staff at the request of her current boyfriend. The young man had
heard about The Center from the father of a good friend. Megan was, by her
boyfriend's account, in the habit of withholding sexual favors in order to
gain control over their relationship. He'd complained to his friend, who'd
in turn confided in him about his father's developing relationship with his
younger sister. After his initial reaction of surprise at his friend's
tale of incest, Megan's suitor had listened with growing interest about The
Center and its unique services. So it was that he'd arranged to have Megan
admitted to T.Y.T.C.. He had expressed his desire that Megan be "tempered"
a bit, claiming that although he loved her, he could not abide her
conceited and haughty attitude any longer, furthermore, he suspected that
Megan was cheating on him.

Adam North sat appraising his latest inductee, beginning to wonder if
perhaps he'd made a mistake in admitting a girl Megan's age. Usually The
Center dealt with young ladies in their early teenage years and younger.
Girls in these age groups had proven to be more malleable. The Center was
quite proud of its 100% success rate. The outraged girl who currently
leaned half way across his desk, glaring at him with venom in her blue eyes
could present problems. He would have to be very particular with Megan's
conditioning program and appoint just the right individual to help her to
adjust to her new life as a Guest at The Center. Then another thought
occurred to North.

For months now the Center's Research Department had been involved in the
development of a new designer drug. The reports that North had read
recently described the drug as a breakthrough in the area of female mood
enhancing compounds. Since the dawn of recorded history mankind has sought
after a drug that would help to speed up the process of seduction of the
female of the species.

Among those that have emerged lately have been the very popular "date
rape" drugs such as Rohypnol (flunitrazepam), street-named "roofies,"
"roachies," "rophies," "ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha," "rope,"
and "the forget pill." (Rohypnol is manufactured by the pharmaceutical
company F. Hoffmann-La Roche). Rohypnol like all of the date rape drugs
tends to render the subject unconscious as well as inducing a state of
amnesia. It is the ideal solution for those who wish to enjoy sex with an
unconscious female.

The Center's chemists, on the other hand, have been immersed in the
development of a drug that will help to induce a state of willingness and
cooperation in the mind of the fully conscious subject. Tests had been
performed using various derivatives of the drug Viagra, but test subjects
tended to become aggressive; a bit too willing, so to speak. The single
biggest challenge facing the researchers was to design a compound that
would render the subject somewhat more cooperative, but not to the point of
becoming controlling or predatory, a distinctly distasteful attribute in a
female.

Consistent with the Center's untarnished record of success, the
dedicated staff of men and women in the Research Department have just
recently approved the drug, Thelazine for testing in the general
population. Thelazine, is not an aphrodisiac in the sense that it does not
affect the emotional or mental state of the subject. Research decided that
in order to ensure that subjects would be cooperative, as well as
submissive, that their new compound should affect the subject's sensory
nervous system. Thelazine, therefore influences a young lady's sense of
touch, specifically in areas of her anatomy which pertain to sex and
reproduction. Using processes of inductive stimuli far to involved to be
fully explained in this writing, Thelazine precipitates delicate
augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known as the
erogenous zones. These enhancements are virtually undetectable to the
female subject unless and until these areas of her anatomy are in turn
stimulated by outside influences. At that time, Thelazine gently
encourages the subject to "listen to" the natural messages her body sends
her. Cooperation is therefore achieved through totally instinctive
processes inherent in every female. The truly marvelous property of
Thelazine is that its effects are so subtle, that in the end, the subject
believes she is cooperating by choice.

After taking a deep breath, Adam North leaned back in his leather chair
and clasped his hands beneath his chin, in thought. He did not look at
Megan, but sensed the young blond glaring down at him. Several minutes
passed while he stared at his desk top pondering the situation. Then with
no outward signs, North made his decision. Looking up at Megan Richards,
Adam North, Headmaster of The Youth Training Center, Inc., said calmly,
"Please be seated, Miss Richards, and I shall endeavor to answer your
questions." When the attractive girl refused his offer, North said with a
sigh, "As you will, then." He leaned forward and tapped a switch on the
inter-office intercom.

"Yes, sir?" A female voice responded instantly.

"Send Alex in, and have him fetch two assistants, please." He leaned
back in his seat. He looked up at Megan, a neutral expression on his
handsome, middle-age face.

"Yes, sir," the voice on the intercom replied.

The seconds ticked by. "Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable
seated, Miss Richards?" North asked politely.

"I prefer to stand. If you don't mind." Megan replied acidly. "And how
do you know my name?"

North held up a hand saying in a slightly more exasperated tone, "A
moment, please, Miss Richards. In a very short time, everything will be
made abundantly clear to you." Then as the door to his office opened, Adam
North nodded saying, "Ah, here we are." Megan turned in the direction of
his nod to see a man dressed in white coveralls walk in. He was
nondescript in appearance of medium build with brown hair and dark eyes.
Little did Megan realize at the time that this man would become a pivotal
character in her life. "Miss Richards, I would like for you to meet Alex,"
Adam North said by way of introduction. "Alex this is Miss Megan
Richards."

While the introductions were being made, two other, much larger men
entered. Megan glanced from one hard expression to the next then looked
toward North, puzzlement clearly painted on her pretty face.

In response, North said, "Please be seated, Miss Richards." This time
however, it was not a request. When Megan chose to remain standing out of
shear defiance, North looked at the two silent attendants who stood beside
the door and nodded. To Megan's astonishment, the two quickly moved
forward, seized her by her shoulders and sat her down in the chair, and
none to gently. When she tried to rise, she was shoved down again.

"What the!!!" Megan sputtered. "Let go of me you gorillas!" she barked,
shooting a fiery look in North's direction.

Without the slightest hint of emotion, North leaned back in his chair.
Then while the two burly attendants held Megan in her seat Adam North
considered her with a cold, appraising stare. Megan struggled briefly, but
quickly realized that such efforts were futile. Eventually, she sat still,
staring icily back at the man behind the big desk.

Silence reigned. Then very quietly Adam North began, "Miss Richards,
first I want to formally welcome you to The Youth Training Center."

"The youth, what?" Megan asked in bewilderment.

"Silence!" North shouted jumping to his feet. Megan shrank back from
his wrath. "Miss Richards, the first rule at The Center is that Guests are
to speak only when spoken to. This is a non-negotiable standard. Don't
make me repeat myself, Miss Richards. From this moment on, you will learn
to obey orders."

Megan's mouth opened and closed as she sat in astonished shock, staring
at the man standing behind the desk. She felt the large hands of the two
attendants on her shoulders. She felt alone and vulnerable, but only for a
passing instant. Megan wasn't about to let this stranger dictate to her.
She struggled to sit forward in her seat, and was forced back with little
to no effort by the attendants. She glared up at one of the two men
briefly then shifted her sights back to Adam North. Bristling, Megan spat,
"I don't know who you are or what this... this training center of yours is
all about, but I'm warning you. If you don't tell your pet apes here to
let go of me right now, you're going to be very sorry."

Silence reigned again. Somehow Megan's threats had come out a lot more
hollow sounding than she'd hoped.

Adam North stared at the young blond seated before him, giving her no
indication of what was about to befall her. This was the part he enjoyed,
and of the innumerable preliminary interviews he'd administered during his
time with The Center, he felt that this one would be one of the most
rewarding. The arrogant blond sat in the grasp of his staff members, her
small breasts heaving behind her sleeveless linen top , her clear, blue
eyes sparkling and defiant. He smiled at Megan then turned to the one
named Alex and said, "You may begin."

From where he had been standing near the office door, Alex stepped to
the side of Megan's chair. Acknowledging his superior's request with a
curt nod, Alex then turned to his two large associates and said quietly,
"Let's get her up and have a look at her."

Megan looked up at the man questioningly an instant before being
forcibly pulled to her feet. North returned to his seat as the man named
Alex stepped between Megan and the desk. Then after a nod from Alex, the
two burly men each grabbed one of Megan's arms in their bear-like grasps.
With a totally neutral expression on his face, Alex produced a pair of EMT
shears from a small belt scabbard then stepped up toe to toe with Megan.
So close was he, that she could smell the tobacco on his breath. He stared
directly into Megan's eyes, then without warning reached up and snipped
first one shoulder strap then the other, allowing the remains of her blouse
to fall, exposing the astonished young girl's satin brazier.

Megan stared down at the shears then up into the man's cold eyes, horror
spreading over her face, but before she could utter a sound the man slipped
the shears between her breasts and cut her bra and what remained of her
sleeveless blouse, causing the cups of the small satin support garment to
snap to the side and the ruined blouse to fall to the floor behind her.
The result was quite pleasing to the eye as Megan's firm, but not overly
large breasts jiggled invitingly, suddenly set free in the cool room air.
In a period of perhaps thirty seconds, Megan Richards found herself
stripped to the waist by the silent and efficient man.

Then as her eyes grew wide, a shriek leapt from Megan's mouth as she
struggled desperately to free herself. Her cry fell on deaf ears and sound
proof walls, however, as much to her dismay, Alex smiled, then while he
continued to stare straight into her fearful eyes, he slid the shears under
the waistband of her designer blue jeans. Megan felt cold steel against
her belly as Alex cut through belt, jeans, panties and all. Replacing the
shears into their scabbard, Alex then grabbed Megan's severed clothing and
drug the remnants down her legs to her feet. In just that short of a
period of time, Megan found herself shucked like an ear of corn. One of
the attendants then placed one of his feet between Megan's ankles, stepping
on the material of her wrecked pants and effectively immobilizing her feet.
Without a sound then, Alex stood and looked toward his superior.

Adam North sat gazing at the naked and astonished girl held firmly in
the grasps of his two large associates. Megan certainly was an attractive
young lady. Her milky white and shapely breasts glowed and her small
nipples stood erect in the cool room air. In contrast the marvelously
smooth skin of Megan's body was tanned to a honey golden hue with exception
of her genital area. Two thin white bands of skin atop each thigh
indicative of thong style swim wear met at a triangle of golden curls.

Megan was simply too shocked to speak for what seemed an eternity. She
was about to explode into a tirade of obscenities when without warning, she
felt a hand on her right buttock. Then someone touched her with a finger
on her.... then... "Oh God!!" Megan groaned.

Unnoticed, by the stunned girl, Alex knelt beside and behind Megan.
Then with practiced ease, he spread the cheeks of her firm round bottom and
slipped his moistened middle finger into her rectum. Being completely
unprepared for such an assault, Megan failed to resist in time, and as a
result, Alex's long, middle finger traveled unopposed deep inside her.

"Oh, Jesus! Owww! Nnn!!" Megan squealed. "Get your finger out of me
you... Are you people crazy!" She struggled hard but was unable to break
the hold of the two silent attendants. Meanwhile, the one named Alex began
to probe the tender tissues of her rectum with his finger. Megan thrashed
her hips about in an effort to evade his attentions, but unbeknownst to the
girl at this point in time, she was dealing with an experienced
professional. Alex followed Megan's every move as he calmly went about
exploring her interior. "Ugghh, God!" Megan cried when Alex started to
slowly twist his finger inside of her. Outrage and humiliation surged
through Megan as she was forced against her will to endure being handled in
such a demeaning manner by total strangers.

Seated behind his desk, Adam North looked on with an impassive
expression. Even though he was thoroughly enjoying watching his top
Handler administer to the haughty young blond, he would never let his
emotions show. This was serious business. Megan was at this very moment
receiving her first lesson in submission and obedience.

It had long been a belief of North's that the fastest way to a girl's
heart is through her back door. For this reason, all new inductees at The
Center are entered anally by their primary Handler as soon as possible, and
wherever possible in public. Later today, Alex would no doubt see to it
that Megan was fitted with her C.A.P. Device, but for now the girl would
have to settle for her Handler's finger. For the remainder of her stay at
The Youth Training Center, Megan Richards would never find herself without
something filling her anal passage. This policy was known as Continuous
Anal Presence or simply C.A.P. for short. The incredible margin of
success at training young women at The Center is largely attributable
directly to the C.A.P. Program.

Megan's struggles slowly began to lessen as she started to realize the
futility of resistance. At last Megan was able to raise her eyes to meet
North's. This was extremely difficult for her because the man named Alex
insisted on slowly moving his finger in and out of her.

Adam North cleared his throat. Immediately the man's finger stopped
moving but remained inside of Megan. "Can I assume that I now have your
undivided attention, Miss Richards?"

Megan squared her shoulders and glared back at North in silence in spite
of her utterly undignified situation.

North nodded toward Alex.

"Owww!" Megan cried out when the man hooked his finger inside of her,
digging his finger nail into her sensitive internal tissues.

"I expect an answer, Miss Richards," North said, waiting patiently.
Alex began to move his finger in and out of Megan again. "I'm waiting,
Miss Richards!"

"What?" Megan snapped. She squirmed uncomfortably, but the two huge
goons held her fast while the horrible Alex moved his finger. "Uhh, God!
His finger," Megan groaned silently.

North waited for what seemed an eternity then said, "I asked you if you
are ready to give me your undivided attention, Miss Richards. It's simple
question requiring only a simple `yes' or `no' answer."

"God, this was unreal!" Megan's mind wailed. "How did I get into this
terrible place? Ugghh," she gasped softly when Alex probed her especially
deeply. Then with tremendous difficulty, Megan again raised her eyes to
meet those of her tormentor. She nodded her consent. "Ahh!" Megan
groaned. Alex had found a new tender spot. He seemed to know his way
around inside the female anatomy very well.

"I'm sorry," North said straight faced. "I didn't hear you, Miss
Richards." He stared into Megan's blue eyes with a steely gaze.

"God! Make him stop!" Megan thought in silent agony. Then finally she
conceded. "OK!" she huffed. North merely raised his eyebrows
questioningly. The finger twisted and poked. With a look of utter dismay,
Megan cried, "Yes... yes... I'll listen to you. Now please, make him
stop," she pleaded at last.

North was in no hurry. He watched the young blond squirm for a minute
or two before giving an almost imperceptible nod to Alex. Megan slumped
between the two burly attendants when Alex's finger ceased its explorations
for the moment.

As Megan regained her feet, Adam North began, "Miss Richards it is
painfully evident to me that you are the type of girl who believes that the
world revolves around herself." Megan did her best to recover her
composure, but with the man named Alex's finger still buried in her rectum,
his palm flat against the firm cheeks of her ass, the situation was awkward
at best for the young blond. North smiled benignly at her obvious
discomfort. Continuing with his speech as if nothing out of the ordinary
was occurring, North said, "You will find your head strong, self-centered
attitude to be quite counter productive during your stay with us. I
suggest that you take steps to become more cooperative."

"But..." Megan began to object.

North quickly held up his hand and slowly shook his head, indicating
that Megan should remain silent.

"You were sent to us, Miss Richards by someone very close to you.
Someone who no longer wishes to tolerate your attitude of self-righteous,
arrogance. At The Center, we believe that this is hardly the proper
attitude for a young lady to maintain." He paused to let Megan digest what
he'd said thus far. While he watched, he saw the stunned disbelief spread
across her features. She shifted her hips. Alex's hand followed. Before
Megan could interrupt, North went on, "You may plan on remaining with us
for an undetermined period of time until such a time as your Handler
approves your dismissal. You have met your Handler, I believe, Miss
Richards." North nodded in Alex's direction. Megan glanced down in
humiliation at the man kneeling beside her. He returned her gaze with an
even stare then wiggled his finger once. Megan winced, shutting her eyes
in shame. "We refer to Alex as your Principal. You may think of him as
your spiritual guide during your training. You and Alex, Miss Richards,
will become very close indeed."

Megan stared at the floor, utterly humiliated.

"Alex will familiarize you with our rules and get you started on a daily
program. Make no mistake, Miss Richards. You are going to be a busy
girl." He paused then said, "Alex."

"Ohhh!" Megan gasped as Alex again demonstrated his prowess for manual
exploration.

"Another cardinal rule here, Miss Richards is that a Guest shall always
look either at her Handler or at the staff member addressing her when she
is spoken to or handled. In this instance, I expect for you to look me
directly in the eye when I speak to you," he commanded.

Gradually Megan raised her eyes to his. The look she gave North could
have melted pig iron. Returning her obvious hatred with a condescending
smile, North said, "That's much better, Miss Richards. I think there might
be hope for you yet given the proper instruction. Speaking of instruction,
it's high time we got on with your training program. I don't expect I'll
see you again for a few weeks, and when I do, I hope to see a new Megan
Richards." Megan opened her mouth to speak and promptly received a jab from
her Handler's finger in a particularly tender spot. Ignoring her outbreak
this one last time, Adam North continued, "Alex will answer any questions
you may have and get you settled into our little family. I hope at the
very least, that your stay with us will be an enlightening experience for
you. Good day, Miss Richards," North then said by way of dismissal.

Adam North took no further notice of Megan, but rather began to shuffle
through some of the veritable mountain of paper work that cluttered the top
of his desk. Megan couldn't believe her ears. She stood in shock for a
moment staring at the top of Adam North's head as he leaned over his work.
A myriad of outraged questions jostled each other, seeking position at the
forefront of her thoughts.

"How did I get here, and how can I get away?" seemed to be the winners.
Megan remembered going back to her dorm room after Sociology. She'd let
herself in the door, and then everything was a blank. "They must have
drugged me," she thought to herself. "But now what?" she wondered feeling
the icy fingers of hopelessness close around her heart.

Megan's thoughts were soon interrupted when Alex said, from beside her,
"Please step out of your clothing, Miss Richards. You won't be needing
them again for a good while." He held Megan firmly by her right hip while
maintaining his presence in her rectal passage. Megan glanced down at him
with a blank expression. "Your pants, Miss Richards," Alex repeated.

"Alright," Megan snapped after a moment. "I heard you the first time,
and when are you going to get your finger out of my ass, you pervert?" The
adrenalin rush made Megan feel strong and confident again. The feeling did
not last long.

Alex glared up at Megan for several minutes, his dark eyes conveying in
no uncertain terms his displeasure. "Very well, then, Miss Richards," he
said at last. "We'll do it the hard way. Gentlemen..." Before Megan could
think to resist, she was swept off her feet by the two large attendants.
One stepped in front of her then turned her to face the other, who bent
down and hoisted the young blond onto his shoulder like a sack. Alex
adroitly followed her every move with his hand. As the trio marched from
Adam North's office, Alex's middle finger was still firmly sheathed in
Megan's anal passage. Her initial interview at The Youth Training Center
was complete.

Once outside the Headmaster's office, Megan was set on her feet, then
with her entourage in close attendance, she was marched down a long
hallway. Her questions of where she was being taken and others were
summarily ignored by the two large attendants as well as her Primary. At
last they arrived in front of a door marked "Fitting Room". Upon entering,
Megan was quickly ushered to an odd looking chair in the center of the
white tiled room.

The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at about the same height
as a barber's chair and had controls that would allow it to be raised or
lowered to any height. The seat back could also be raised or lowered
allowing the person seated in the chair to be sat up straight or leaned
back into a recumbent position. The real distinguishing feature of the
chair was the seat itself. The seat bottom was split into two sections
such that the occupant's thighs would be cradled and supported while
leaving her buttocks unconstrained and accessible. Attached to the seat
were two six inch wide fiberglass leg extensions which ended in stainless
steel stirrups. The lower extremity extensions were articulated such that
they could be adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and
down. On the sides of the chair were arm rests. These rests, like the leg
extensions, were adjustable. Also, like the leg rests, they were equipped
with nylon restraint straps which fastened with velcro closures. Just
above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band was attached to a
head rest at neck level. In the odd chair, fondly referred to by The
Center staff as the "Cooperation Seat", a person could be restrained by the
throat, arms and legs, rendering them totally immobile and helpless.

Not liking the looks of the chair in the slightest, but unable to
overpower her burly Handlers, Megan found herself secured to the device in
a matter of minutes. Through the entire restraint process, Alex somehow
managed to keep his finger inside the young blond beauty, and now stood,
with his hand between Megan's distended thighs, gazing down at her. Alex
moved his finger slowly in and out of Megan, watching her closely. Megan
winced and groaned softly, but otherwise remained silent, waiting.

Having fulfilled their duties, the two large attendants exited the room,
leaving Megan alone with her Principal. Megan looked around the room, the
level of her dread creeping higher as she recognized several instruments of
a gynecological nature in the glass fronted cases and cabinets which lined
the walls. Other devices, she could not identify and anxiously prayed she
would never have to.

After what seemed like an endless period of time, Alex extracted his
finger from Megan's rectum without a word. The young blond breathed a slow
sigh of relief as this was the first time in almost an hour that she'd been
without a foreign object inside of her. As Megan would soon come to find
out, it would be one of the last.

Alex stepped between, Megan's parted legs. Then, placing his hands on
her knees he stared her directly in the eyes, saying, "We will begin your
Induction Examination now, Miss Richards. I expect you to remain silent
during the entire procedure, unless you are asked a direct question." Megan
started to struggle against the restraining straps.

"You let me go, you... you monster!" she shouted, her words
reverberating hollowly against the tiled walls. When Alex returned her
outburst with nothing more than a condescending smirk, Megan spat at him.
It was a dandy shot too. The glob of spittle struck the man on his right
cheek where it clung, glistening under the bright flourescent lights.
Megan glared triumphantly at her tormentor, but only for an instant.
Quickly her haughty expression turned to one of shock mixed with dismay,
when the man wiped the globule of spit from his cheek then in a completely
nonchalant manner, transferred it to Megan's right nipple and areola.
There he swirled two fingers over the tender pink flesh before grasping
Megan's nipple and pinching brutally. The unexpected assault had the
desired result, causing Megan to shriek. Her body writhed as the man
continued to apply twisting pressure to the sensitive organ. When at last
he released her, Megan lay panting in the "Cooperation Seat" staring up her
Principal with fear and loathing plainly etched on her lovely features.

With no acknowledgment what-so-ever of his recent attack upon her
person, Alex continued, "As I was saying, Miss Richards. We are going to
proceed with the examination now." Then returning his hand to Megan's
tender breast, he squeezed the shapely organ gently. Megan tensed herself,
preparing for the worst, but instead, the man only rubbed her. Then
looking her directly in the eyes, he said, "I trust there will be no
further outbursts on your part, Miss Richards," he gradually increased the
pressure on Megan's breast. As Megan's face began to register the slowly
escalating aching pain, Alex asked in a sterner tone of voice, "Miss
Richards?"

Megan groaned. Leaning her head back against the head rest, she shut
her eyes and tried to ignore the bands of pain spreading through her gut.
At last she could endure the growing agony no longer. Opening her eyes she
stared defiantly at the man standing between her legs and hissed, "Alright,
you bastard. Alright!"

That seemed to satisfy the man named Alex, because he immediately
released his hold on Megan's breast, his finger prints glowing an angry red
in her tender white flesh for several minutes afterward.

"It wasn't the response that he was looking for, exactly, but it would
do for now," Alex thought, returning his hand to Megan's raised knee. He
knew that in a few short weeks, the head strong young lady's attitude would
undergo a radical change. "They almost all started off this way," he
mused. If the truth be known, Alex rather enjoyed their empty threats and
hollow demonstrations of resistance. He smiled down at the angry girl.
"Very well then," he continued. "In addition, I expect you to always
maintain eye contact with me while I examine you. I believe that The
Headmaster mentioned that this is one of our non-negotiable standards here
at The Center. You are expected to obey this and all rules during your
stay with us, Miss Richards. Do I make myself clear?" Alex leaned forward,
resting his elbows casually on Megan's knees which lay bound in the
restraining cradles of the Cooperation Seat. When Megan only glared at him
in reply, Alex went on. "I'll take that as a `Yes", then. OK, we'll
proceed. This examination will be very thorough, Miss Richards and
therefore rather time consuming." He paused. "Let's get started then shall
we. I want you to answer a few questions for me, please, Miss Richards."
He pushed himself back then stepped from between her legs. Megan stared at
him suspiciously.

Picking up a clipboard from a side table, Alex began the interview
portion of the exam. "Are you experiencing any health problems at this
time?" He peered over the clipboard at Megan. Megan shook her head.
"Good. Are you taking any medications or recreational drugs?" Again a
negative shake of her head. A look of indignation crossed her face as a
result of the reference to recreational drug use. Megan was a wholesome
girl who prided herself on her self control and of the company she kept.
"Very good, Miss Richards. Your cooperation is appreciated." He scribbled
several notes on his pad.

In spite of her circumstances, Megan actually began to relax a little
simply from the professional manner in which Alex conducted the interview.
Then came the first slightly "awkward" question.

"Are you taking any type of birth control medication, Miss Richards, or
do you use a contraceptive device. If so which?" Alex's expression was
inquisitive as he glanced up at the blushing girl. Before Megan could
answer, he said in an entirely conversational tone of voice, "I assume that
you are sexually active, Miss Richards. Am I right?" He raised his
eyebrows.

"I... I..." Megan spluttered, caught completely off guard by the very
personal question. Alex waited patiently for her to regain her composure.
Then with as defiant a look as possible Megan stared into the man's eyes
and said, "I don't think that is any of your business!"

Silence...

Alex, keeping his eyes locked onto Megan's, clipped his pencil beneath
the clamp on the clipboard. Then without giving her the slightest
indication of what he was about to do, he reached his hand between her
thighs and cupped her pussy. Smiling inwardly as the haughty blond's eyes
went round and wide, Alex slid his finger into the only slightly moist
valley between her resilient vulva. Megan groaned almost inaudibly and
closed her eyes when his finger touched her intimate flesh. After only a
brief search Alex found the girl's vaginal portal and entered her as
effortlessly and nonchalantly as if he had been Megan's long time friend
and partner.

"Oh... Jeeeesss..!" Megan gasped as the man's long middle finger forced
aside her tender tissues.

Even though she was virtually dry, Alex managed to gain full penetration
of the young blond in just a few seconds.

Megan banged her head back against the head rest with a strangled cry as
the horrible man began to probe and explore. Straining helplessly against
the leg restraints of the "Cooperation Seat", Megan was forced to endure
several minutes of Alex's manual attentions. She quickly discovered that
the man was equally at home in a woman's vagina as he was in her back
entrance. When at last he removed his finger from inside of her, Megan
noticed that Alex's finger glistened already with her own silky, natural
lubricant. Megan was mortified.

Without so much a glance in her direction, Alex picked up his clipboard
and made a couple of notations. Megan lay there exposed and vulnerable,
her breathing rapid and thready from the trauma of the man's most recent
invasive act. Silently Alex lay the clipboard aside then walked over to a
side wall unit containing many drawers. From one of them he removed a
pneumatic vaccination gun. Next he stepped over to a small refrigerator
and took a small glass vial from a tray in its door. Megan lay helplessly
watching as he then threaded the vial onto the top of the stainless steel
pistol-like device and moved toward her.

"Snick.." the gun reported against the firm flesh of Megan's left hip.

"Owww!" she squeaked to Alex's back as he walked back to the cabinet.
He then unscrewed the empty vial from the vaccination gun and tossed it
into a nearby trash container. Next he attached another vial that he
retrieved from the refrigerator and walked back to his subject.

"W...wait. Nnno!" Megan entreated.

"Snick.."

Alex stepped away to replace the pneumatic device into its proper
drawer.

When he returned to the side of the chair, Alex informed Megan in an
unemotional tone. "I have determined that you are or at least have been
sexually active, Miss Richards, and I have just administered a dose of our
special contraceptive." Megan's mouth fell open in shock. "It's a rather
unique drug, Miss Richards," Alex went on conversationally. "We find it to
be highly effective in preventing unwanted pregnancy, but should we desire
to impregnate you, a simple injection of an antidote will instantly
counteract the drugs effectiveness rendering you immediately able to
conceive." Alex let that information sink into the stunned girl, while he
busied himself with setting up his instruments on a tray nearby.

"W..what was in the other one?" Megan asked nervously.

"A special vitamin compound," Alex lied. "It will help to keep your
strength up."

In actuality, Megan had been given her first injection of Thelazine. It
would take several minutes for the drug to take effect.

Turning back to Megan Alex then said, "I am going to examine you now,
Miss Richards, and record a few of your personal measurements. You may
assist me by answering my questions when asked, or I can, as you have seen,
obtain the answers I need by slightly more, shall we say, `invasive'
means." Megan returned his stare as evenly as she could, trying to be
brave. From the instrument tray, Alex took a chemical cold pack. Then
after crushing it, he shook the pack and placed it quickly over Megan's
left nipple, causing her to gasp. "I know it's cold, Miss Richards.
Please hold very still for a moment while I measure the size of your
nipples." While he held the cold pack over Megan's nipple he reached for a
small pair of calipers in the instrument tray. After a minute, he removed
the cold pack to reveal to Megan's dismay, one fully erect pink nipple.
Alex then proceeded to measure both the height and diameter of the
sensitive nub of flesh while he continued his interrogation.

"With regards to your sexual activity, Miss Richards. At what age did
you lose your virginity and how many lovers have you entertained since that
time?"

Megan was again stunned by the directness of his questions. So much so
that she hardly noticed when he'd completed his measurements of both of her
nipples. "I... I.." she began then groaned when Alex grasped both of her
firm breasts and began to manipulated them with his strong hands, his
fingers searching for and finding the hard substance of her mammary glands
beneath the softer fatty breast tissues. After a minute, he apparently
found what he was searching for, because Alex again removed his hands from
Megan's breasts and made some more notes on his pad. Megan was practically
in shock. Never before in her life had she been subjected to such
indignities. She felt light headed.

"Miss Richards. Miss Richards," Alex repeated, leaning close to her
face. "Please pay attention and answer my questions, or I will be forced
to administer a drug that will help to keep you `in the now'.
Unfortunately it has other less desirable side-effects."

Megan shook herself back to her dismal reality. "I... I'm sorry," she
mumbled.

"A very good sign," Alex noted. "Now, how old were you when you allowed
your hymen to be penetrated?" He asked staring directly at Megan.

Megan blushed hotly. She was embarrassed by the answer she would surely
be forced to give. Taking a deep breath, Megan spoke very softly, so great
was her mortification. "Thirteen," she said.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Richards," Alex said. Picking up a rectal
thermometer from the metal tray, Alex reached up under Megan's right thigh
and slipped it into her anal passage. "I didn't hear you. Repeat,
please." He twisted the thin glass rod in Megan's ass then left it there.

After a groan due to the most recent invasion of her person, Megan said
with a slight gasp. "Thirteen. I was thirteen, OK!" She expected some
sort of derogatory remark, and was surprised when Alex simply made note of
this fact on his pad.

"And how many lovers have you had since?" he asked.

"Two," she answered immediately, then paused. "No, three," she
corrected herself. She'd forgotten about Mr. Harris, her senior year high
school trigonometry teacher, whom she'd bribed for a grade with one
afternoon of sex. The entire affair had been repugnant to Megan, but it
was that very occasion that she discovered just how many doors she could
open with the right "incentive". Then Megan caught herself. "What was she
doing?" she thought. "Why am I cooperating with this deviant?" Megan made
a silent vow not to answer any more of his questions.

"Three lovers. Thank you, Miss Richards," Alex said, jotting on his
pad. He reached down and withdrew the thermometer from Megan. Holding it
up to the light, Alex read the tiny scale and noted the reading in his log.
"And what sort of sexual experiences have you had, Miss Richards?" he asked
as he tore open an alcohol wipe and cleaned the thermometer. "Vaginal sex
only, or have you experimented with oral or anal sex as well? Have you
ever had more than one lover at a time?" Alex rattled off the humiliating
questions as if he were asking Megan what her favorite color was or what
kind of car she drove. Megan steeled herself. Looking away from the man,
she obstinately remained silent.

A gasping cry, escaped the young girl's lips unbidden, however, when her
Principal unexpectedly inserted the thermometer into Megan's vagina so
deeply that his fingers, holding the end made contact with the petals of
her labia. There he left the instrument with only the tiniest bit visible
for later retrieval. Sensing Megan's defiance, Alex warned, "If you do not
answer, Miss Richards, I can get the information I desire by taking
internal tissue samples, but I can assure you, the procedure is far from
pleasant."

After a thoughtful period of silence, Megan decided reluctantly to
cooperate. Alex was pleased to see the haughty self-confidence return to
his new pupil's face as she looked toward him and proclaimed almost proudly
that she'd had oral sex on one occasion. Megan remembered with disgust the
foul taste of Mr. Harris' dick as she'd taken him into her previously
virgin mouth. She'd never before or since done that with any man, but
Harris had insisted, or he'd refuse to give her the passing grade she
needed to graduate.

"No anal? No group experiences?" Alex probed after a moment.

Megan looked away, angered and embarrassed. "No way she'd let any guy
take her `back there'," she thought. Megan felt a blush rise to her face
and neck. She'd considered more than once though what it might be like to
be with two men. It was her own private, dirty, little fantasy, but so far
she'd not found it advantageous to do so. Megan shook her head in response
to Alex's question.

"She'd answered him again," she reprimanded herself. "Why?"

She was looking away from him and thus Megan didn't see Alex reach
between her legs again. Megan jumped within the limits of the restraints
when Alex once again cupped her pussy. When the girl snapped her head
around to glare at him, Alex returned Megan's angry stare with a
patronizing smile as he began to rub her. From time to time, he tugged at
her blond pubic curls with his fingers. Megan looked away, humiliated.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex spoke his first command to the young
blond. He squeezed her warm, full pussy rhythmically. Megan shook her
head, refusing to cooperate. "Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex repeated in
a more threatening tone. Searching between Megan's resilient outer labia,
Alex found one of her inner lips. Taking the tender flap of skin between
his thumb and index finger, Alex waited for perhaps five seconds. When
Megan failed to do as she was told, Alex pinched her hard using his
thumbnail.

Megan's cry could be heard even outside the "Fitting Room". "You
bastard!" she screamed! The intense pain had reignited her fury at being
abducted and abused. "Let go of me, you filthy bastard. I'm gonna kill
you, so help me God! Ohhh.. Owwww!" she wailed as Alex ignored her
threats and continued to apply pressure to her tender feminine flesh.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," he commanded without raising his voice.

Megan writhed and heaved, thrusting her hips to the limits of the velcro
bands in an effort to escape the horrible man's excruciating attentions.
"You son of a bitch!" she said at last raising her eyes to his, but the
pain didn't stop. "Owww! God, please stop. Please!" Megan broke down and
cried after another thirty seconds of pure agony.

"Disrespect and disobedience will not be tolerated, Miss Richards. From
this point onward such instances will be dealt with harshly." Megan's
entire body convulsed from the pain as Alex continued to apply pressure to
her tender tissues. A small trickle of blood dripped unnoticed to the
floor beneath the chair. Tears welled in the young girl's eyes as she
tried desperately at last to honor her Principal's command. Alex stared
into Megan's blue eyes for several seconds before at long last, he removed
his hand from between her legs.

Megan slumped back into the form fitting "Cooperation Seat", her breaths
coming in ragged shudders. She closed her eyes and fought off a wave of
nausea. Suddenly she felt a hand on her pussy again. Expecting the worst,
Megan tensed. Then she remembered. Quickly she opened her eyes and gazed
into those of her Handler. For this, Megan received an nod of approval
from Alex who then reached farther down between her legs and extracted the
thermometer from her vagina.

After marking her vaginal temperature in his notes, Alex again appalled
the drained girl when he said in a conversational tone of voice, "You have
an elegant body, Miss Richards. After the proper training and attitude
adjustments you should be able to provide more than adequate service to a
lover or lovers."

Megan lay spellbound. Unable to respond to the man's unthinkable
statement. "He acts like I'm some kind of whore," Megan thought, her
outrage smoldering just below the surface.

"But all in due time," Alex then said turning to the instrument tray
again. "Right now we need to take a few more measurements." When he turned
back, Megan gasped when she saw what Alex held in his hands. Megan had
seen enough dirty pictures to know what a dildo looked like. The object
that her Handler now held looked kind of like what she'd seen in magazines,
but different somehow.

The Vaginal Micrometer Probe is a highly specialized instrument designed
by The Center's technical staff. At first glance it appears to be nothing
more than an elongated phallus approximately one inch in diameter and
eighteen inches long. Smaller sizes are of course available for the very
young. Made of white plastic, the length of the shaft is calibrated with
black bands in both inches and centimeters. One end of the device tapers
to a rounded point, while the other is blunted. On the blunt end can be
found the controls. On one side there is a small LCD display next to a
round, black button covered with a protective rubber boot.

"No, please don't," Megan pleaded as Alex stepped between her legs.
"I'll do anything you want. Anything," Megan said, looking Alex in the
eye. She tried to put on her most seductive look, but her eye was quickly
drawn to the shining device being aimed at her gateway.

"I know you will, Miss Richards. I know you will," Alex said with a
smile as he carefully slipped the tip of the vaginal micrometer between
Megan's dark, pink inner labia.

"No, please," Megan moaned when Alex spread her lips with the fingers of
his free hand.

"Silence, Miss Richards, and do not look away, please," her Handler
ordered.

Megan tried her best to look at Alex's face but could not help but
follow his eyes downward as he pressed the tip of the vaginal device
against her entrance.

"Oh... Oh no.. Jeesss!" Megan groaned as smooth plastic device
traveled effortlessly into her. Had she had the presence of mind to
notice, Megan might have been surprised at just how well lubricated she
was.

That fact certainly hadn't escaped the observant eye of her Handler.
Alex had made another mental note to later be transferred to Megan's
permanent file. "Megan Richards appears to self-lubricate adequately, even
under duress. The Thelazine appears to be working," he'd later write.
Alex felt the strong vaginal contractions against the probe as his young
charge tried to resist penetration. When the four inch calibration band
disappeared from sight between moist, pink flesh, Alex paused, twisted then
withdrew the shaft about two inches. He felt Megan squeeze, in an attempt
to force the foreign object from within her. Placing the palm of his left
hand flat down on Megan's tummy, Alex moved the shining cylinder in and out
a couple of inches in four or five relatively rapid strokes. He felt
Megan's abdominal muscles flex in time beneath her soft, warm belly. "Good
muscular response," he noted.

"Ohhhhh..." Megan moaned.

Pausing again, Alex looked the unhappy young girl in the eye and said in
no uncertain terms, "Miss Richards, I will tolerate no further violations
of the rule of silence. Consider this your final warning."

Megan's blue eyes flashed at his threat. "Fuck you!" she hissed through
clenched teeth.

"I was hoping this would go easier," Alex said in a disappointed tone.
He then pressed the button on the blunt end of the device. A one hundred
watt second electrical pulse was delivered to the walls of Megan's vagina
through rows of tiny contacts along the length of the vaginal micrometer.

Megan grunted in a most unladylike fashion as her back arched upward off
the chair back as far as the restraints would allow. Inside, her vaginal
muscles contracted in a powerful spasm around the vaginal micrometer. The
pulse function was actually intended to be used to measure vaginal diameter
and muscle tone as Alex would later demonstrate, but it could also be used
for disciplinary purposes. Megan just found that out. Alex let her body
settle back into the cradle of the chair before pressing the button again.

"Huuuhhh," was the only response Megan could manage. Her eyes rolled
back in her head as her shapely hips bucked upward convulsively.

This time, as the teenager's back arched, Alex pushed the micrometer
forward. He was impressed by the amount of force he was required to use in
order to overpower the pressure of his charge's vaginal grip. With
practiced timing, Alex caused the tip of the device to arrive at the very
end of Megan's birth canal just as her hips settled back into the seat.

"Eight and a half inches. Not bad for a first effort," Alex remarked.
Then he repeated himself for Megan's benefit. "Eight and a half inches,
Miss Richards."

"Wha... what?" Megan asked in a bewildered voice.

"According to my instrument, you are currently able to accept a penis of
approximately eight and one half inches in length into your vagina with no
difficulty. That's quite commendable." He smiled at the distressed look on
Megan's face. "Let's see if you can manage any more, shall we" he
suggested pleasantly.

Before Megan could even think to object, she felt the vaginal micrometer
withdraw. She was about to breath a sigh of relief that perhaps her ordeal
was drawing to a close, when Alex returned the device to its only recently
evacuated sheath in one swift motion. Megan actually saw her tummy bulge
outward before she returned her gaze to her Handler's face. She was
learning quickly.

Using his left thumb, Alex found the small hood of skin that covered the
highly sensitive organ at the very top of Megan's vaginal valley. Deftly
pushing the tiny membrane back, he exposed her clitoris. Alex watched the
medley of expressions play across his young charge's face as he began to
swirl his thumb over the tiny organ while at the same time he stroked
slowly in and out with the vaginal micrometer. For the next several
minutes, Megan endeavored to keep her eyes fixed on those of the man who
fucked her with the specialty device. Alex noted her progress along these
lines while he monitored penetration by observing the calibrations on the
probe. He also paid close attention to the amount of resistance that Megan
exerted with her vaginal muscles. As expected, the young girl was slowly
applying less and less resistive pressure to penetration. The purpose of
the clitoral stimulation was to cause Megan's body to betray her conscious
mind. As Alex had witnessed time and time again, that is exactly what was
happening to the pretty blond at this very moment. Unbeknownst to Megan
her body was actually beginning to welcome each thrust of the hard plastic
device. Alex deemed her ready when at last she started to squeeze the
micrometer upon egress rather than on ingress. Megan was fucking back.

In his experience, which was considerable, Alex found that a surprising
number of young ladies readily took to sexual stimulation in spite of their
efforts to resist. It was particularly pleasurable to witness a female's
reactions when she at last recognizes this fact and gives in to her body's
urgings. In Megan Richards' case, however, Alex suspected that the
enhancement drug was helping a good deal. Even though the information he'd
received from R&D stated that Thelazine could take as long as one hour
after the initial dose to take effect, Alex couldn't imagine that this head
strong blond would allow herself to lose control without some "help".

Another unladylike grunt was followed closely by a soft fart, from young
Megan when Alex suddenly shoved the vaginal micrometer deeply into her,
pushing hard against the resistance of what proved to be her cervix. As
Megan's back arched once more in response, Alex noted that the ten inch
mark on the shaft of the probe was no longer visible. Then he once again
pressed the button on the blunt end. This time, however, as Megan's hips
rose upward, Alex made note of the reading in the small LCD window on the
end of the micrometer.

Based upon the difference in vaginal muscle tension at full contraction
versus full relaxation, exerted upon the lines of tiny pressure sensors
located along the length of the device, the small computer inside the
micrometer quickly calculated that at her current level of sexual
experience, Megan Richards could safely accept a male organ or other
artificial device of approximately ten to ten and a half inches in length
and two and a half inches in diameter or fifty-one, point five cubic inches
of mass. While holding the probe deeply inside Megan, Alex touched two
small buttons just below the LCD display. This caused the device to scroll
backward, displaying several values in pounds per square inch. What these
readings represented was the force in PSI exerted by Megan's vaginal
muscles during the period when Alex was performing artificial intercourse
on her with the probe. In addition to reading maximum vaginal pressure
following the pulse discharge, the instrument also recorded the natural
vaginal contractions which occur during female arousal.

Alex frowned at these numbers. Although Megan appeared capable of
handling a sizeable lover, she lacked the muscular discipline that could
only come with practice and training. Megan Richards would soon receive
plenty of training and practice in the Center's Gymnasium in addition to
actual "sack time" with no less than two lovers per day.

Satisfied with the data, Alex removed the probe from Megan's vagina.
The teenager groaned. "You will be happy to know, Miss Richards, that
according to my data, you have the potential to become a capable lover.
What you need now is a good deal of instruction coupled with plenty of
supervised application."

Having recovered somewhat from her vaginal assessment, Megan simply
glared at Alex. "Great!" she thought. "I'm thrilled."

"Well, let's move on then, shall we," Alex said after a moment. Megan
shot him a look of disbelief. With a chuckle, Alex said, "We have a good
bit of exploring still to do, Miss Richards. We need to study your other
abdominal passage in depth." When Megan gave him a quizzical look, Alex
continued to explain, "We need to investigate your rectal passage, Miss
Richards."

Megan swallowed hard. She felt herself flex back there as she
remembered the feeling of the man's finger inside of her. It was such an
"icky" feeling, and one that no matter how hard she tried, she could not
put out of her mind. Just thinking about it, gave Megan a funny feeling in
her tummy. It was for this very reason that the C.A.P. program was so
effective in gaining and keeping a girl's attention.

Seeing the distressed look on his pupil's pretty face, Alex felt he'd
better get started. There was no time like the present to help Megan in
her first step toward gaining a new outlook on her femininity. Having
replaced the vaginal micrometer in the instrument tray, Alex remained
standing between Megan's legs. The young blond jumped when he slipped the
tip of his middle finger between her labia. "I apologize, Miss Richards,"
he began as he rubbed his finger slowly up and down between Megan's pussy
lips. Megan tried to steel herself, knowing that something awful was about
to happen. "For the rather unscientific method I must use in order to size
you for your CAP device," he continued. "CAP stands for Continuous Anal
Presence, Miss Richards, as I'm sure the Headmaster pointed out to you."
Without so much as altering his tone of voice, Alex slipped his finger,
pre-moistened with Megan's own vaginal fluids, into her rectal passage. He
smiled down at her wide and staring eyes as his palm came to rest flat
against her buttocks. She squeezed his finger tightly for several seconds.
When at last Alex felt the young blond relax her hold on his probing digit,
he began to flex his finger in all directions, pulling and stretching.

"Oh God! Oh nnnnnn... Ugghh!" Megan groaned helplessly as she was
thoroughly explored.

"Until a device such as the vaginal micrometer is developed for rectal
use, we are forced to determine anal size by tactile means," Alex explained
while he continued to search with his finger. This particular procedure
had to be the most humiliating for Megan. She thought she would simply
die. Alex went on with his lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary were
happening, "Once your CAP device is fitted and inserted, Miss Richards, it
will become a part of your anatomy. I am the only person authorized to
remove it." Megan grunted when Alex pushed hard against a tender spot.
"There," he said after an interminable period of time. "I think a size six
will do nicely." He removed his finger.

"Jeeesss.." Megan huffed.

"Before we attempt a fitting, though, we'll need to clean you out a bit,
Miss Richards." With growing horror, Megan watched while Alex set up a
standing steel rack from which he suspended a lavage bottle filled with
clear liquid. "When was the last time you had an enema, Miss Richards?"
Megan looked away in disgust and fright. "Well, you had better get used to
them, because you will be receiving several over the next few months," her
Handler said with a chuckle as he connected the applicator tubing to the
bottom of the suspended bottle. He then placed a large plastic tub on the
floor under Megan's exposed bottom. "Let's see how you do with your first
one," Alex said as without delay he inserted the plastic applicator tip
into Megan.

"Ohhhh.." Megan groaned, closing her eyes once again.

"Open your eyes, please Miss Richards and look at me," Alex commanded as
he reached up and released the retaining clip on the tubing, allowing the
contents of the bottle to flow quickly down the clear tubing and into Megan
Richards' bowel. He watched tears begin to form in her clear blue eyes as
the internal pressure started to mount. Alex then moved the tip of the
applicator in and out slowly causing his pretty young charge to wince
noticeably. When the bottle was practically empty, Alex waited for a
minute or two then quickly extracted the applicator tip from Megan's
rectum.

"Oh, God, no!" Megan moaned in utter humiliation as the contents of her
bowels emptied noisily into the tub beneath the "Cooperation Seat". After
a minute, Alex toweled her off then slipped his finger back into her. He
then searched her thoroughly before at last saying, "OK, then. I think
you're ready now, my dear."

Megan bridled at that. "He called me `his dear'," she hissed to
herself. "I'll make him pay for this," Megan vowed. While she sat
steaming, Alex had gone to one of the glass cases and returned holding
Megan's first CAP device.

Another specialized design by The Center, the CAP device is made of a
clear acrylic material that allows the wearer to be inspected visually
without the need for removal. Shaped like a small bomb, the device has a
rounded point for ease of insertion then quicky widens to provide the
bearer with a maximum sense of presence. From there the device tapers to a
narrow neck which is designed to capture the first anal sphincter,
effectively locking the device in place. The neck then widens again to
keep the anal opening dilated for easy access.

The size six that Alex held in his hand was a formidable looking device
to say the least. A sense of dread fell over Megan just looking at it.
"Is he gonna put that thing into me?" her mind screamed.

As if to answer her mental cry, Alex held up the device for her
inspection. "I want you to have a good look at this, Miss Richards. This
is your CAP device. Soon it will be as much a part of you as your left
arm. All of our Guests wear one of these. The CAP device tends to fine
tune a Guest's learning potential by centering and focusing her thoughts.
It provides a girl with a constant reminder of her commitment to improve.

Megan stared at the ominous torpedo as it was held just inches from her
nose. She then began to shake her head from side to side. Finally she was
able to squeak out a few words. "Please, you can't put that inside of me.
It'll hurt me."

"Yes, my dear, you're right. It is going to hurt you at first, but
you'll be surprised at how quickly you'll adapt. Why in no time you'll be
wearing a size eight or even nine."

The size six CAP device that Alex held in front of Megan was
approximately six inches long and one and one quarter inches in diameter
its widest part.

"This little jewel will change your life, my dear," Alex said. He loved
this part. While Megan looked on in disgust, he popped the clear acrylic
torpedo into his mouth and sucked on it briefly. "No matter where you are
or what you're doing during your day, you'll know it's in there." Alex
unexpectedly placed the tip of the device to Megan's mouth. Instinctively
she jerked her face away. "Turn back and look at me, young lady," Alex
ordered sternly.

"Noo," Megan whined.

Alex reached between her thighs.

"Uh uh, don't!" Megan cried near tears as she quickly looked back at her
Handler.

"That's better," Alex cooed as he began to rub the smooth tip of the CAP
device across Megan's lips. She shut her eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes!" Alex snapped.

Megan did as she was told instantly.

"Good," Alex said with a smile. "As I was saying, this little guy is
going to change your life, Miss Richards. After a few weeks I'll bet I
never hear another ugly remark from you." While Megan did her best to keep
her eyes on his face, Alex moved the tip of the CAP device to her left
nipple.

"Oh, God!" Megan moaned again.

Disregarding the pretty blond's cries, Alex slowly slid the tip of the
tiny tormentor down the center of Megan's chest then over her heaving
tummy, finally stopping at the top of her pubic arch. He noticed that the
young blond was holding her breath in anticipation. With a smile Alex
moved the tip slowly through Megan's soft, blond curls, over her pubic bone
and into the moist valley of pleasure between her thighs. "Megan Richards,
I am very happy to be the one to welcome you the ranks of The Youth
Training Center," her Handler said. He then pushed the tip ever so slowly
into Megan's vaginal opening.

"Mmm mmm..." she whined while Alex twisted the clear cylinder slowly
from side to side. Then once it was coated with silken juice, Alex
inducted his latest pupil into The Center's general population.
"Uuuggghhhh!" Megan grunted when her sphincter snapped into place around
the neck of her CAP device.

Alex had as usual, thoroughly enjoyed the expression on the young
blond's face as an extremely private area of her female anatomy was invaded
by the hard acrylic device.

The pain was so intense that Megan thought she'd faint. First came the
sensation of stretching. It stung like hell. Megan was certain she'd been
torn asunder back there. Then as the man standing smiling down at her from
between her legs pushed harder on the plastic plug, a hot, aching sensation
spread up her spine and out to the tips of her pelvis. Megan felt her
thigh muscles twitch and tremble uncontrollably as the swollen center
section of her CAP device entered then filled her.

The feeling of fullness and pressure suddenly called up an unbidden
memory for Megan. It was of her most recent and still secret lover,
Emilio. She'd met the boy quite by accident and was certain that Glenn, her
steady boyfriend, had no idea of their clandestine relationship. At first
Megan had felt guilty about cheating on Glenn, but quickly decided that
what Glenn didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Glenn was a sweet guy, Megan
thought, but sometimes she felt she needed more excitement. The way the
young Latin stared at her, gave Megan that feeling of power like Glenn was
never able to do. Emilio was two years her junior and was completely
enamored with Megan. He would do anything she told him in order to gain
her favor, and he did it very well. He had the stamina of a stallion and a
libido to match. Emilio had another stallion-like characteristic that had
taken some getting used to. He was huge. At first Emilio had been very
aggressive in his love making, catching Megan off guard, and causing her to
react in a most unseemly manner, but Megan was soon able to gain control.
Now she could have the young man at will. So at least once a week, Megan
was in the habit of stopping by Emilio's apartment on her way home to
Glenn. At least once a week, Glenn was told "she had a headache."

"Huh... huh... huhh," Megan panted as her anatomy adjusted itself to
allow for the foreign object being slowly thrust into her. "Nnnn.." she
groaned through clenched teeth, the tendons of her neck standing out like
steel trusses.

Then after one final grunt that emanated from deep within, the young
blond, Alex said, "There we are, Miss Richards. Your CAP device is in
place." Megan sat breathing heavily as she stared him. She sincerely hoped
that the hatred she felt for him showed on her face. Indifferent to
Megan's hostile glare, Alex continued to deliver his instructions to his
captive pupil, "You will wear this device day and night during your stay
with us, and I want to make one thing abundantly clear, Miss Richards," he
said. As he spoke he pushed in sharply on the end of the impaling device.
Megan's head banged back against the headrest of the seat in response. "I
am the only person authorized to remove this device. Do you understand me,
Miss Richards?" Grasping its ever so slightly exposed end, Alex rotated the
CAP device slowly back and forth.

Megan did her best to maintain relative composure, but as much as she
tried to concentrate on the hatred she felt for this vile man and the
horrible organization he represented, she was unable to tear her thoughts
from the presence in her back side. Try as she might, her defiance seemed
to fade as her focus was drawn inexorably to the throbbing fullness
imparted to her senses by the appliance inside her. Never in her eighteen
years had Megan felt such rage and humiliation and helplessness. She'd
always been the one to call the shots. She'd always been able to get any
man to do her bidding.

"Miss Richards?" Alex said, snapping Megan back to the present. "Do you
understand me, Miss Richards?" he repeated. Megan shut her eyes when he
applied more pressure to the CAP device. "Open your eyes, Miss Richards.
Look at me and answer. Now!" Alex commanded in a low growl.

Megan Richards opened her blue eyes and looked upon her tormentor. She
looked from one of her tightly bound legs to the other, then down at her
wrists under the black velcro restraints. Slowly, then, she raised her
gaze to his. "Yes," she said then dropped her eyes.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex demanded.

After a deep breath Megan again raised her eyes to his and answered,
"Yes. I understand!"

"That's very good," Alex said releasing his hold on the impaling plug.
"I expect you to observe the two cardinal rules of The Center, and those
are: (1) Silence at all times, especially while being handled, and (2)
direct eye contact shall be maintained with the Handler at all times. Obey
these rules and all requests made by your Handlers and you'll get along
just fine. Disobey and you will be corrected."

Megan didn't like the sound of the word "corrected" at all. She had
arrived at a crossroad, the very same crossroad that every girl reaches
shortly after being fitted. Megan, like many others decided to cooperate
within reason, but she would never stop searching for a way out of this
horrid place, and she vowed she would some day have her revenge. This too,
unbeknownst the her, was a very common conclusion among Guests of The
Center in their early days of conditioning. Some day, Megan would look
back and remember having these thoughts, but would not for the life of her
ever understand how she could have possibly felt so negatively about her
new way of life.

Alex could almost hear the girl's thoughts as he went about unfastening
the restraints. When the last velcro strap was removed, he tilted the seat
forward and lowered Megan's bare feet to the floor. "Very well, Miss
Richards, I believe it's time for you to join our family." He then took
Megan by her wrists and pulled her to her feet.

"Oww!" Megan groaned as her body shifted around her CAP device. She
reached behind herself and gingerly touched the rounded end of the impaling
object which protruded slightly from between her firm buttocks. When Megan
tried to stand up straight, a dull ache spread slowly up her back and down
the backs of her legs. She was forced to reach out to an arm of the
Cooperation Seat in order to steady herself. It was terribly demeaning.

Noting her discomfort, Alex said, "You will soon become accustomed to
your CAP device, Miss Richards. Now kindly follow me." Without waiting for
a reply, Alex took Megan by her right wrist. With a tug, he pulled her
away from the support of the chair and led her like a child toward the
door. Megan was forced to waddle painfully along behind. She was
mortified. It wasn't until Alex actually opened the door and was in the
process of leading her out into the hallway that Megan suddenly became
acutely aware of her nudity.

"W.. Wait. Please," she said pleadingly, pulling back from the open
door.

Turning, Alex asked in a slightly exasperated tone of voice, "What is it
now, Miss Richards?" He stared at her with marked disapproval.

"I... I...," Megan stammered. "I.. Don't you have a robe or
something?" She shivered, then tried to cover herself with her free hand. A
couple of young men walked past in the hall behind her Handler. Megan
shrank back into the Fitting Room.

Just then Megan's Principal did something totally unanticipated. Megan
had expected harsh words, but instead, Alex pulled her forcibly from the
Fitting Room out into the open hallway. "Bob, Kevin," he called to the
backs of two men who'd just passed by. Megan tried to turn away but was
quickly jerked back to face the two approaching attendants. Alex swatted
Megan's hand aside when she again tried to cover herself. "Gentlemen, I
want you to meet Megan Richards." Placing a hand around the back of her
neck, Alex pulled the mortified young blond forward. Then, forcing Megan
to step up beside him, Alex dropped one hand to her shoulder and placed his
other hand on the small of her back. Megan thought she would die as the
two men looked her up and down, their eyes stopping in all the right
places. "Miss Richards is a new member of our family. She's just now been
fitted with her CAP device." Megan stood, trying to maintain some semblance
of dignity as the two men continued to stare at her body appraisingly. She
felt Alex's grip tighten slightly on her shoulder as the man named Kevin
stepped closer. Megan's initial instinct was to lower her gaze, but in
part remembering her training and in part wanting to appear defiant to the
end, she forced herself to look directly into the man's eyes as he took a
position not more than two feet in front of her.

"She's not a bad looking woman," Kevin said staring into Megan's eyes.
"A little old for the program isn't she?" He glanced quickly at Alex then
back.

Megan gritted her teeth, forcing back the urge to speak. "Too old!" her
outraged thoughts screamed. Megan waited, feeling distinctly naked.

She had no idea what to expect from the man who stood gazing into her
eyes. He wasn't bad looking. In another setting, Megan might have
entertained thoughts of turning on the charm in an attempt to "reel him
in". As it turned out, though, she quickly found out that no effort on her
part was needed.

To Megan's never ending disgrace, Kevin continued by saying, "She's got
a fairly nice body, I suppose." Without warning, the man reached down and
cupped her pussy. As Megan's eyes shot open wide, the man continued to
stare into her eyes as he began to squeeze her rhythmically. "How is she
on the inside?" he asked of Alex mater-of-factly.

Reflexively, Megan jerked her hips backward away from the man's
exploring hand. When she did, however she found that her Handler had
anticipated her move and dropped his hand to the end of her CAP device. As
Megan's butt went backward, Alex pressed sharply against the end of the
anal appliance with his finger tips. The net effect was to force Megan to
move herself forward against the other man's hand on her sex. Megan
groaned softly as Alex started to rotate the end of her CAP slowly while
Kevin continued his fondling.

"She had acceptable internal measurements," Alex began to explain in a
nonchalant tone, "but as expected she will require some exercise."

While Megan's thoughts raced wildly, the man named Bob stepped up beside
his friend and hefted one of her breasts in his rough hand. "Not bad tits.
Still pretty firm." He caught Megan's eye and smiled as he flicked his
thumb across her nipple. "Usually they start to sag when they get older."
Megan turned beet red with embarrassment and angered.

"How old is she?" Kevin asked. As he did, he reached his hand father
between Megan's legs forcing them apart slightly. He then pressed his
finger tips up against her warm pussy lips in the area over her vaginal
portal.

"Eighteen," Alex answered as he pushed against Megan's CAP device,
causing her to raise up on her tiptoes briefly.

"Eighteen!" Kevin exclaimed in surprise. "God, they start to get kinda
sloppy at that age, don't they?" He slipped a finger between Megan's labia.

That was all the headstrong girl could take. She'd never had to endure
such indignities in her life. "How dare these bastards handle me like
this," her mind cried before she opened her mouth. "Get you finger out of
me, you son of a bitch!" Megan screamed suddenly. At the same time, she
jerked her hips violently to the side, momentarily freeing herself from
both Kevin's and Alex's attentions. Unfortunately she was surrounded, so
there was nowhere for her to run. As the echos of her outburst faded in
the empty hallway, Megan found herself in the hands of three men. "Let me
go!" she screamed and began to struggle.

Calmly then Kevin inquired, "Has she been to see Deke yet, Alex?"

"No, I thought I would introduce her around first. She'll have an
appointment with Deke later, if I can arrange it."

"Well, man," Kevin said. "She's your Guest, but I would recommend some
immediate work with her, if she were mine." He took Megan's chin in one
hand and stared at her. "I had one like this a few months ago. They seem
to almost enjoy a fight. Do you enjoy a fight sweetheart?"

Megan spit in his face then jerked her face away.

Kevin didn't say a word. He looked over at Alex and raised his
eyebrows. Alex simply nodded. Things happened pretty quickly after that.
The man named Bob crouched down and grabbed Megan around her knees. Alex
took hold of her arms above the elbows while Kevin wrapped an arm around
her waist. Megan didn't react until she realized that she was being
lowered to the floor. By then it was far too late.

"Wait!" She squawked. "What... what are you doing?" as she felt panic
begin to rear its ugly head. "Let me go, please! No don't!" she pleaded
as Alex knelt down and pinned her arms above her head. Megan fought
harder, trying desperately to gain her freedom, but the three men easily
overpowered her.

From out of nowhere, Bob produced a black rod approximately eighteen
inches in length and three quarters of an inch in diameter. With practiced
skill, he flipped the device such that it telescoped out to a length of
about three feet. Then Bob fished two thin, nylon straps from either end
of the strong carbon fiber shaft. While Kevin held her legs, he slipped
one strap around each of Megan's ankles. Megan instantly realized the
purpose of the device when with one quick pull and a twist, Bob extended
the shaft once again to a length of four and a half feet. At the same
time, the straps around her ankles tightened. In just a few seconds, Megan
found her legs held widely apart by the unyielding tubular device. When
Megan tried to move, Bob placed his foot in the center of the shaft,
pinning her ankles to the floor.

"Come on, you guys, you can't be serious," Megan began to rationalize
when Kevin stood and unzipped his trousers. Megan's heart leapt to her
throat when he silently traded places with Bob who knelt down and without
hesitation grabbed her roughly by her pussy. "Noo, please.." Megan
pleaded. She jerked her hips from side to side trying to escape Bob's
manual attentions.

Meanwhile Kevin dropped his pants and stood with one foot on the ankle
bar. While he gazed down at the struggling blond, he began to stroke his
manhood. It was going to be a real pleasure to take the haughty girl right
there in the hallway.

Megan's eyes were naturally draw to Kevin's growing weapon so she didn't
notice that a small crowd was gathering. It wasn't until Kevin knelt down
between her widely spread thighs that Megan glanced around in a panic for
anything or anyone who might help her. It was then that she first noticed
the sea of faces standing around and over her. Directly over her head,
Alex knelt, gazing down at her.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," he said flatly.

"No, pleeese," Megan cried. She stared down in horror as Kevin began to
hunt with the head of his penis for her vaginal opening. Megan felt
herself slipping into shock when it suddenly dawned on her that she was
about to be publically raped right there on the hall floor.

Alex's face swam back into focus as Megan felt something hot and smooth
press against her. She jerked her hips back and down instinctively trying
to escape. "Look at me, Miss Richards," Megan heard her Principal say as
if from a great distance. Unconsciously she did as she was told. Gazing
upward, Megan Richards' blue eyes went round and staring as first her CAP
device jabbed her from below as a result of her reflexive hip movement.
Then quickly thereafter, the man named Kevin found his mark and thrust
himself deeply into Megan in one smooth motion.

"Ahhhh...huhhh," Megan huffed, her belly bulging outward from the
surprise intrusion. "Nnnnnuhh," she groaned when the head of Kevin's penis
arrived at the very end of her birth canal.

"Look at me, Miss Richards," Alex repeated from above as Kevin quickly
got down to business. "I expect you to look at me while Kevin fucks you,"
he said in a conversational tone of voice.

"Raise your knees, please, Miss Richard's," her lover said after a
moment.

Megan's head swam as she drifted in and out of lucidity. Meanwhile
Kevin continued to fuck her with ever increasing fervor. The full impact
of the fact that she was having forced intercourse in front of a host of
strangers escaped Megan for the moment.

"Raise your knees, Miss Richards," Alex ordered, repeating her lover's
request. "You must adjust your vaginal angle to better accept Kevin's
penis. Concentrate, Miss Richards," Alex ordered from just above her
flushed face. As if in a trance, Megan felt her knees raise up off the
floor. At first this gave her a little relief from the pressure of her CAP
device against the hard hall floor. Then suddenly Megan's breath was
knocked out of her when Kevin took advantage of her more accessible
position and rammed himself deeply into her. "Concentrate, Miss Richards.
This is not a drill," Alex said. "Try squeezing with your vaginal muscles
on the withdrawal and relax on the thrust."

Somewhere in her subconscious, it registered to Megan that she was being
coached during her rape. The entire affair simply defied imagination. Her
lover continued to take Megan with long powerful strokes while from above
unknown faces swam in and out of focus. It seemed like hours passed before
Kevin's body stiffened and Megan Richards was inseminated for the first
time during her stay at The Youth Training Center.

Megan's mind was blank from shock as she lay accepting the offering of
the twitching penis in her depths. Then suddenly he was gone. Megan tried
to move her aching thighs together but was of course prevented from doing
so by the ankle bar. In a state of confusion, Megan looked up at the face
of her Principal which again swam into focus above her. She was about to
say something, but all that came out was a grunt when unexpectedly another
penis wormed its way into her. For the next forty-five minutes, Megan
Richards was systematically raped by no less than four enthusiastic
volunteers.

During the ordeal, Megan had come very close to orgasm on more than one
occasion. After her second lover had delivered his seed into Megan, Alex
noticed that the young blond's neck and shoulders were becoming noticeably
flushed. During her third, Megan's hips began to move slightly as she
instinctively assumed the rhythm of her lover. He looked at his watch.
"Forty-eight minutes since the injection of Thelazine," he noted. Using
eye contact only, Alex instructed his staff members not to allow the young
girl to climax. He wanted Megan's first sexual experience at The Center to
be thoroughly unsatisfying. In particular since it was being administered
as a corrective measure.

Megan Richards whimpered when she felt another load of hot fluid spread
through her belly. As the last man's penis slipped from inside of her,
Megan waited for another. Her golden pubic curls were damp and matted with
ejaculate. The insides of her thighs were covered with a mixture of
perspiration, vaginal fluids and semen. A steady flow of the white sticky
substance oozed from Megan's vaginal opening as her forth and final lover
of the morning stood and stepped from between her legs. While she lay in a
daze on the hall floor, Bob unbound Megan's ankles and collapsed his
restraint device. As if from a great distance Megan heard Kevin's voice
speaking with Alex.

"I think she'll be satisfactory once she's visited the Gymnasium. Right
now her vaginal muscle tone is sadly lacking. I'd like to try her again in
a week or two if it fits in with her program. Hopefully there will still
be some fight left in her. Lemme know if you need a volunteer to work with
her one on one."

Megan heard her Principal agree. The rest of the audience had already
dispersed when the three young men said `so long' to each other as if
they'd just met for a beer at the local pub. Then in all too short a
period of time, Megan felt someone take hold of her wrists. "Come, along,
Miss Richards," Alex said as he drug the woozy blond to her feet. Taking
Megan by her shoulders he turned her to face him. "Let this be a lesson to
you, Miss Richards. Insolence is dealt with quickly and surely here."
Megan looked away. She was totally drained of emotion. "Look at me when I
speak to you, Miss Richards," Alex ordered. Placing his fingers beneath
her chin, he brought Megan's gaze back to his. "Make no mistake, you will
entertain several lovers during your stay with us. Your continued
disobedience will only serve to increase that number as well as other forms
of `encouragement'," he said. "Now let's go get you cleaned up."

Taking Megan by the hand, Alex again led his charge down the long
hallway. Megan's waddling gate was all the more pronounced now following
her recent "corrective session". They passed several closed doors bearing
brass plates marked, "Laboratory", "Defloration", and "Free Encounter".
From behind one, Megan thought she heard a cry, but it was heavily muted.
The sound insulation at The Center was excellent. Other people passed.
Some were single men dressed in the distinctive white coveralls worn by the
Handlers and attendants. Megan also saw one or two couples, usually
consisting of a Handler leading a younger female. All of the girls Megan
saw looked to be younger that she. At last Alex halted her in front of a
heavy wooden door marked "Bath".

"Bath!" Megan's thoughts cried. "Got how she could use a bath!"

Alex opened the door and led her inside, closing it behind them. At
first Megan wasn't sure what she was seeing. She stood looking around the
white tiled room blinking in the bright light. "Where are the showers?"
she wondered. Looking closer, Megan noticed that both walls and floor were
tiled with one inch square white porcelain tiles. Both were featureless
with the exception of a two foot wide channel in the floor through which
flowed a small but steady river of water. Taking Megan by the wrist, Alex
pulled the confused girl into the room. Megan was still searching the
walls for a doorway that might lead to the shower area when Alex said,
"Please step across the canal with one foot, Miss Richards. I want you to
straddle the water flow."

"But..." Megan began, looking totally lost.

"Do as you're told, please, Miss Richards," was the only response she
received from her Principal for the moment.

Megan looked down at the rapidly flowing stream of water. The canal
looked to be about eight to ten inches deep. Gingerly, she stepped across
with her left foot.

"That's good. Now please remain standing right there."

"But I need to use the bathroom," Megan whispered.

"All in good time, Miss Richards," her Principal replied.

Megan stood waiting, for what she didn't know. Her thighs ached, she
was very raw inside, her CAP device was still causing a dull ache in her
back and legs, and a goodly amount of sticky semen had drained from her
vagina and run down the insides of her legs on her trip here from the scene
of her recent "encouragement". All in all, Megan was a fairly miserable
girl.

Just then a door at the back of the room that Megan hadn't noticed
opened. To her immediate dismay, a group of perhaps twenty young men and a
few women filed in and took seats on benches along the far wall. Megan
turned to her Principal in confusion, but soon found out what the program
would be.

"John, would you assist Miss Richards, please. This will be her first
bathing, so be especially thorough."

From the center of the row of benches a young man rose and walked toward
Megan and Alex. "Oh, God!" Megan thought to herself, expecting the worst.
She saw that the person her Principal had chosen was no more than a boy,
fifteen at best. As the young man approached, from the ceiling, the
cleaning module descended silently. While Megan watched with growing
misgivings, Alex and the young man named John took up positions on either
side of her.

Alex stepped behind Megan and without a word of warning, grasped the
protruding end of her CAP device then withdrew the apparatus from the
confines of Megan's rectal passage. Megan gasped in surprise and relief.
Alex then said in a loud enough voice so that everyone in the audience
could hear, "If you need to relieve yourself, Miss Richards, do so now," he
instructed flatly. John has been good enough to agree to clean you, but he
will only do so once. If you need to urinate or defecate, I urge you to do
it before you are washed."

Megan stared at Alex in obvious disbelief. "Here?" was all she could
muster, she was so shocked.

Unwilling to explain further, Alex merely asked a second time, "Do you
need to defecate at this time, Miss Richards?" He placed his left hand on
her shoulder and waited.

Megan was stunned. "Was this man really insinuating that she should
evacuate her bowels here, standing in front of all these people?"

Before Megan could answer, her Principal apparently lost patience.
"Very well, Miss Richards," he said. Before Megan knew what was happening,
Alex reached behind her and slipped his middle finger into her rectum.

"Nnnn," Megan groaned through clenched teeth. Alex moved his finger in
and out of her several times, causing Megan to stand on her toes. Then he
pushed it deeper into her and held.

"If you feel the need to urinate, you may do so at any time, Miss
Richards, but again, I caution you to do so before the end of your
cleaning. John, you may proceed," Alex instructed casually.

One might think that because of his young age, John would be shy about
handling a girl. Quite the contrary. Getting right to work, the young man
selected the douching utensil. Megan received a small reminder from her
Principal's finger when she instinctively tried to fend off the young man's
approach. "Do not move, Miss Richards," Alex ordered. "And for this
session, I would like for you to face the audience. Keep your eyes up and
on the row of observers, please."

Megan shivered noticeably when young John inserted the apparatus into
her vagina. Utterly humiliated, Megan stared at the impassive faces of the
audience while John went about her internal hygiene. Her Principal stood
close by, his hand on her shoulder and his finger in her rectum. The warm
douche actually felt good in spite of the circumstances. Megan relaxed a
bit as the warm water flushed away the deposits of semen which coated the
fluffy and convoluted walls of her vagina. She never dreamed that she
would be forced to allow a young man to administer to her in such a way,
but for the moment, there didn't appear to be much she could do to prevent
it. I spite of the utterly demeaning situation, Megan unwittingly found
herself thinking that the young man's attentions felt mildly pleasurable.
An unfamiliar tingling sensation gradually made itself known at the very
edges of Megan's psyche.

At last the young man extracted the douche appliance and stepped over to
the module to hang it up. When he did, Alex asked once again, "Are you
certain you do not need to urinate, Miss Richards? It seems to me that you
asked to use the bathroom when we entered."

Actually, Megan did have to go, but was entirely too embarrassed to do
so in front of an audience. She shook her head indicating she did not.

"Perhaps I can assist you," Alex offered helpfully, smiling at the
resulting look of distress on his charge's lovely face. Megan's Principal
first placed his free hand on her tummy just above her pubic bone. She
gasped softly when he rotated his finger in her ass. Then, using the blade
of his hand against her tummy, Alex pushed inward and downward, putting
pressure on Megan's bladder from the outside. Meanwhile, he flexed his
finger downward inside her anal passage, also bringing pressure to bear on
the young blond's now full bladder. The results were as pleasing as they
were quick.

"Uhh uhhh," Megan whimpered softly as her urine stream splashed into the
small canal between her feet. Alex squeezed the young teenager like a ripe
orange.

"There now," Alex murmured from beside his young charge. "That's
better." Before Megan finished, Alex unexpectedly reached his hand between
her thighs. After cupping his fingers, he allowed his hand to fill with
Megan's hot urine. Then much to the girl's dismay, Megan's Principal
pressed his hand up against her, rubbing her urine into her pubic hair then
up onto her tummy. Alex started to slowly finger fuck Megan's ass again
while he rubbed her urine into the soft skin of her belly and hips.

"Oh, God!" Megan moaned silently. She noticed several of the men in the
audience smile at her discomfort.

After what seemed like hours, Alex allowed John to continue. Megan was
forced to endure the young man's attentions as he systematically spread
anti-bacterial soap over every square inch of her, inside and out. Megan
was mortified to see how much the young man enjoyed handling her breasts.
John was very thorough indeed in his bathing of the young blond. He
lingered for what seemed an eternity while he washed Megan's pussy, his
fingers exploring every intimate fold of supple flesh.

At last, however, the ordeal was over, and John returned to his seat.
Megan was then told to bend over and place her hands on her knees. "Please
try to make eye contact with at least one member of the audience for a
moment, Miss Richards," her Principal instructed. He then removed his
finger from her ass. For a brief moment, Megan was empty. All too soon,
however she felt Alex spread her cheeks and a cold, smooth object touched
her puckered back door. Megan struggled to maintain eye contact with one
particular young man on the front row while her Principal slowly
re-introduced her CAP device to her interior. The stinging sensation upon
insertion was less intense this time, but the dull ache returned with a
vengeance. Megan felt her inner thigh muscles spasm and cramp after her
anal sphincter clutched the neck of her device. Megan's first cleaning was
behind her.

As Megan was being led by the hand from the "Bath" room, a bit of her
innate strong willed personality showed itself. "I'm hungry," she said
sharply to her Principal. "Considering the way I've been treated, do you
think I could get something to eat?" It was more of a statement than a
request. Alex didn't answer, but continued on down the hall, taking a left
at the "T" at the end. Each time they passed an individual or individuals,
he would stop and introduce Megan. The men would invariable handle Megan
in some fashion. Of the women she met, only one was dressed as a Handler.
The others were obviously Guests like herself. All were all naked, and all
were accompanied by a Handler or attendant. All, Megan noted, were fitted
with CAP devices.

One such girl couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve. Her
Handler's name was Rob. After making himself familiar with Megan briefly,
Rob stood discussing matters Megan didn't understand with Alex. Megan in
the mean time couldn't seem to take her eyes off the young girl who stood
patiently waiting hand in hand with her Handler while he conversed with
Alex. At last the conference ended, and Alex knelt in front of the pretty,
little girl. While Megan watched with unrestrained horror, Alex placed a
hand on the little brunette's bare shoulder. "Rob tells me you've been
doing very well lately with your program, Caroline," he said. When the
child nodded, Alex then said, "Kiss me, Caroline."

Megan's mouth literally fell open when the young girl did exactly as she
was instructed. Until their lips actually met, the little brunette
maintained direct eye contact with Alex. Then as their lips drew closer,
the girl put her arms around Alex's neck, opened her small mouth and began
to deliver passionate kisses to the older man. Meanwhile, Alex let one
hand drop behind the young child where he amused himself with her CAP
device. With his free hand, he started to explore her small body, first
pinching her tiny developing breast cones then eventually dropping down to
her small hairless sex.

"You people are animals!" Megan muttered under her breath. She was
stunned and shocked. She looked on in horror as Alex proceeded to finger
the eleven year old girl. Caroline didn't seem to mind. In fact, she
actually spread her skinny thighs a bit, allowing Alex better access to
her. As Alex continued to attend to Caroline, Megan felt sick and was
forced to look away. "This place is insane," she thought to herself.
"I've got to find a way to escape."

Alex finished with young Caroline then stood and faced Megan. "You have
an objection of some sort, Miss Richards?" he asked.

Megan's breath caught in her throat. She'd hoped her inadvertent remark
had not been overheard. Now she stood waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Suddenly, summoning her courage, Megan glared at Alex and said, "I said you
people are animals! How could you treat a child in such a manner. You're
all disgusting and twisted!" she proclaimed with conviction.

Alex stared directly into Megan's eyes for several moments but said
nothing at all. Then he turned unexpectedly and knelt once more before the
eleven year old brunette. "I think Miss Richards needs some help in
understanding our program, Caroline." The little girl didn't answer, but
paid very close attention to what Alex was saying to her. "Would you help
her for me, Caroline?" Alex asked. Without hesitation, the girl nodded her
consent. "Good, girl. That's a good girl, Caroline. I want you to go
with Rob and we'll be along shortly." The sweet child nodded once again.
Alex kissed her, then stood and turned to Megan. "Come with me," he said
flatly, taking Megan by the wrist.

As Alex led Megan down the hall, following the small naked figure of the
little girl led by her Handler, Rob, Megan's eyes seemed to lock onto the
little girl's CAP device. Its blunt, clear plastic end protruded from
between Caroline's small round buttocks, however, the eleven year old
seemed unconcerned by its presence and walked with a smooth, even gate.
Stopping at last before a door labeled "Free Encounter", Alex held Megan
back while Caroline and her Handler went inside. As the door closed behind
them, Megan's Principal said, "Miss Richards, this will be your first free
encounter experience. Be advised that you will be graded on your
performance and level of cooperation." Megan had no idea what he was
talking about but none the less had strong feelings of foreboding when at
last Alex opened the door and led her inside.

As the door closed silently behind them, Megan stood staring around the
room they'd just entered. At first glance it appeared to be decorated like
an ordinary bedroom, with one or two chairs and a small desk. It took
several moments for Megan to realize that oddly, the king-size bed stood in
the exact center of the room with at least six feet of space on all sides.
What really made Megan feel immediately uncomfortable, however, was the
fact that in the bed lay the young girl named Caroline covered with a satin
sheet. Absent mindedly, Megan thought how pretty the little girl looked
with her long, dark hair spread out upon the pink satin pillow.

As if reading her mind, Alex said from beside Megan, "Isn't Caroline
pretty, Miss Richards?" Megan looked from the little girl in the bed to her
Handler then back. "We think that Caroline can help you, Miss Richards,"
Alex continued. "She's been with us here at The Center for quite some time
now and knows all of the, ah.." he paused and chuckled. "Ins and outs,
shall we say." From across the room Caroline's Handler, Rob smiled broadly.
"So with Rob's permission, we've scheduled this impromptu session for the
two of you. If things go well today, perhaps you and Caroline can become
what we refer to as `Companions' during your stay with us." After only a
brief pause, Alex then said, "Now, if you will, Miss Richards. Please join
Caroline on the bed."

"W... What?" Megan said, snapping her head toward Alex, her expression
clearly one of distress.

"Miss Richards, I thought my request was perfectly clear," Alex replied
condescendingly. "Get into bed with Caroline. Immediately, please."

Megan felt the now familiar icy grip of panic begin to form in her gut.
That feeling however, was instantly replaced by one of explosive, hot pain
when unexpectedly and quite suddenly her Handler swatted the protruding end
of her CAP Device with the palm of his hand, driving the unyielding acrylic
cylinder into her sensitive anal tissues.

"Ahhh! Gdddd..." Megan Richards grunted loudly as she fell to her
knees, catching herself at the last minute on the edge of the big bed.

"I said, get into the bed, Miss Richards," Alex snapped as he stepped up
beside the kneeling blond.

Megan leaned heavily against the foot of the bed, the soft satin cool
against her skin as she gasped for breath. "Go to hell," she managed to
say breathlessly. "You're all a bunch of perverted monsters!" She glared
defiantly up at her Handler. Her reward was swift.

Alex moved like lightning. The speed and power of the man was well
concealed beneath a wholly unremarkable physique. Before Megan could even
think to avoid him, her Handler reached beneath her left arm, across her
chest and grasped her right breast none to gently. With his free hand he
took hold of the blunt end of her CAP Device. After extracting enough of
the hard acrylic cylinder to allow him to get a firm grip on it, Alex
angled the device upward then thrust it savagely into Megan. Then using
her CAP device as well as her right breast as handles, Alex lifted the
unfortunate girl to her feet.

Megan came very close to fainting from the sudden and excruciating pain
that erupted in her chest and anal area. The only sound that came from the
young blond was a soft groan as she was lifted off her feet like a rag doll
then thrown face down onto the bed beside Caroline who'd had the
forethought to move out of harm's way. Instantly Alex was atop her. With
a hand between her shoulder blades, the man crushed her into the mattress.
Megan opened her eyes to see the little eleven year old brunette gazing
impassively at her, her head resting on her hand as she lay beside Megan on
the bed.

"Huuuhh!" Megan gasped when Alex rammed her CAP device into her.
Caroline's expression remained completely indifferent as she watched Megan
endure her correction.

"I'll not tolerate further disobedience, Miss Richards," he said gruffly
as he began to fuck Megan roughly using her CAP Device. As the stabbing
pain coursed down her inner thighs Megan began to understand the true
nature of her CAP Device.

The very shape of the probe with its wider center section allowed the
device to pass along to its bearer the sensation of a progressive
enlargement of the anal passage, stretching the tender tissues seemingly to
the limits of their elasticity.

"I expect you to do as you're told without question or comment," he said
while he worked on Megan's back side.

"Ohh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh..," Megan grunted in time to his
thrusts. All the while the young girl next to her on the bed studied her
without a trace of emotion. It was both frightening and maddening.

"Do I make myself clear, Miss Richards?" Alex asked after one
particularly brutal thrust. Then pushing the device deeply into Megan, her
Handler began to twist and rotate the probe, causing her to squeal between
tightly clenched teeth. Uncontrollable tremors racked her young body as
Alex relentlessly used the CAP Device to rearrange Megan's rectal anatomy.
"Do I have your attention, Miss Richards?" Alex asked.

Still facing the young girl named Caroline, Megan quickly nodded her
head. The twisting, wrenching action of the anal torpedo stopped suddenly.
Megan inhaled one shuddering breath.

"Huuuuuooooooohhhh!" she quickly exhaled when Alex, using the heal of
his hand against the blunt end of the clear plastic probe, pushed the
device deeply into Megan.

"I expect an answer from you, Miss Richards. Are you ready to
cooperate?" Megan felt the palm of her Principal's hand against her
buttocks. He continued to apply pressure to the end of her CAP Device,
perpetuating the throbbing pain in Megan's lower abdomen. "Miss Richards?"
he prompted.

"Y... yes... yes..." Megan groaned at last.

The proud young blond had unknowingly taken another step toward her new
life. Another layer of confidence and sense of self-worth had just been
peeled away from Megan's ego. Another layer off the onion.

Unseen by his new pupil, Alex smiled when he felt her body relax beneath
him as her sphincter closed around the stem of her CAP. "The way to a
girl's mind is through her ass," Alex whispered to himself. "The Center
certainly thought of everything," he thought as after patting Megan on her
right buttock, he climbed off of her and stood beside the bed. Then after
pulling two chairs close to the big bed, both Alex and Rob sat down to
observe. Megan lay perfectly still, eyes closed, awaiting her fate.

"You may begin, Caroline," Rob said breaking the silence.

When Megan felt the bed move slightly, she opened her eyes to gaze into
those of the pretty young brunette who slid closer to her on the bed.
Caroline smiled warmly as she reached over and gingerly began to twist
Megan's CAP Device. At first, Megan couldn't. No.. Wouldn't believe what
was happening to her. As Megan's blue eyes grew wider with incredulity,
likewise did Caroline's sweet smile. The child slowly twisted Megan's plug
back and forth... back and forth.

After a few stunned seconds, Megan reacted instinctively and whined
"No.. Stopppp! Please..." she pleaded softly, hoping for some compassion
from the youngster.

Caroline's smile never faltered when she slapped the butt end of Megan's
CAP Device, sending a wave a pain from Megan's knees to the tips of her
pelvis.

Megan's eyes shot open, "Oww.. Don't. What's the matter with you?" she
cried to the impassive face of the young girl in bed with her. Caroline
slapped her CAP again. Then before Megan could make a sound, the little
girl brought her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she hushed softly.

Megan opened her mouth then closed it again without uttering a peep.
Caroline started to slowly twist her anal plug once again. Megan lay in a
trance of disbelief for many long minutes while the young girl sodomized
her at will.

At last the young brunette whispered, "My name's Caroline." She
continued to spin Megan's CAP. "I think you're very pretty." Megan lay in
silent shock, unable to even think of what to say. "Will you make love to
me?" Caroline then asked as if asking for a glass of milk.

"W... what?" Megan asked in bewilderment.

"She asked you to make love to her, Miss Richards," Alex said from his
seat nearby. "Both Rob and I would also like for you to make love to
Caroline. Wouldn't we Rob?" he asked looking at the other Handler who sat
opposite him. Megan simply couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Yes I would," Rob replied, "but perhaps Caroline needs to show Miss
Richards what to do. Have you ever had a same sex experience, Miss
Richards?" Rob asked from across the big bed in an entirely conversational
tone of voice.

Caroline gazed at Megan impassively as the horror spread across the
older girl's face.

"I didn't think so," Rob said with a chuckle, rightly interpreting
Megan's shocked silence. "Caroline, I think you should show Miss Richards
how a woman makes love to another woman."

As if the request was nothing short of perfectly natural, Caroline
smiled at Megan then said, "You need to roll over onto your back." The
child removed her hand from Megan's CAP and waited.

"You can't be serious," Megan said turning her head to face Alex.
"She's just a baby."

After a brief pause, Alex answered. "Miss Richards I will forgive this
latest infraction of our rules one last time. You are never to speak
unless addressed directly by either your lover or Handler. Do I make
myself clear?"

"But.." Megan began. Then suddenly she shut her mouth almost with a
snap. Her training was beginning to take affect.

"I am indeed serious, Miss Richards, and furthermore, I think you will
find that Caroline is anything but a baby. Now do as she asks and roll
onto your back. This is not a request, Miss Richards. Do as you're told,
and remember, you will be graded on your level of participation."

Alex had great difficulty suppressing a smile when he saw the look of
humiliation and anger flash onto Megan's face. He waited. Then after a
long period of silent deliberation, Megan Richards rolled onto her back.
Another giant step.

Right away, Caroline snuggled closer so that Megan could smell her
adolescent freshness. "I like your body," Caroline whispered looking into
Megan's shocked blue eyes. "You have pretty titties. I hope my titties
will be pretty too one day. Rob says they will, and Rob knows everything,"
the little girl virtually recited as she reached unexpectedly for Megan's
right breast. She pinched the nipple.

"Hey!" Megan gasped.

Caroline took her hand away quickly. Her expression was one of
confusion mixed with fear as she looked toward her Principal.

"It's OK, Caroline," Rob assured his charge. "It's going to take a lot
of work to get Miss Richards to cooperate willingly, I'm afraid."

"Miss Richard," Alex interrupted. "We expect you to allow yourself to
be handled," he said in a way that let Megan know that he was running out
of patience. "You have already lost several points regarding your level of
cooperation. Now either you let Caroline proceed or I shall have you
restrained. The choice is yours."

Megan looked toward Alex with a malevolent stare. Any other male would
have instantly be put off by "her look" as she was fond of calling it, but
not this man. Megan had successfully wilted many a penis with "her look"
in the past, but Alex returned her gaze with a completely impassive
expression.

Just then Rob asked from the other side of the bed. "When is she
schedule to see Deke?"

"I don't know. This afternoon, I think. I'll check in a minute," Alex
replied conversationally.

"She'll have a little different attitude after visiting with Deke for
awhile," Rob chuckled. "They all do." He smiled knowingly at Alex.

At the mention of the name "Deke", Megan noticed a distinct cloud pass
over the face of young Caroline. She wondered what that was all about.
Then Megan's attention was brought to the present when again she felt the
hand of the young brunette on her breast. Steeling herself, Megan bit her
lower lip and lay very still while the little girl began her exploration.

Megan soon discovered that what Alex had told her was true. The little
girl in bed with her was certainly no baby. Megan squirmed with discomfort
as the youngster touched first one breast then the other. Why in no time
at all it seemed, and much to Megan's chagrin, young Caroline had both of
Megan's pink nipples standing erect and hard. Her little hands knew just
where to rub and just where to pinch. Megan was utterly humiliated as she
lay under the watchful eyes of the two men seated bedside while she was
forced to allowed herself to be handled by a child. "Ouch.. Ohhh.." Megan
gasped when Caroline pinched the silken smooth flesh of her right areola.
Instinctively she shot a glance at Alex who gave her a reproachful look.
"Wha...?" Megan then cried when suddenly she felt Caroline's soft lips
close over the erect nipple of the breast nearest to her.

"Silence! Miss Richards," Alex ordered. Megan looked quickly from Alex
to the small head bent over her chest then back to her Principal. "Look at
Caroline, Miss Richards. She is your lover this morning, not I." Caroline
looked up and directly into Megan's outrage filled eyes. Both the young
girl's lips and the darkened tip of Megan's breast were wet with saliva.

"Do you like it when I suck your titties?" Caroline asked nonchalantly
as though she were inquiring as to the time of day.

"Oh my God!" Megan thought. "How could she think..." But her attention
was suddenly drawn to other things. Caroline had grabbed Megan by her
pussy.

"I like to suck them, really," the little girl went on conversationally
as though nothing was amiss. She started to rub, slowly.. expertly."
Caroline smiled at the alarm in Megan's face.

The little girl had indeed been conditioned well. She knew exactly what
to expect from her older lover. Megan was not the first woman that
Caroline had been with. Megan, however, did represent her chance to prove
herself to her Principal. To show him that she was mature and responsible
enough to become the Trainee Principal of her own Companion Pairing or
maybe even a Group. Caroline watched the play of expressions on Megan's
face as she squeezed her most private flesh. Confusion.. Humiliation..
Anger.. Pleasure? Not yet, but soon. Caroline squeezed and rubbed,
allowing Megan's pubic hair to slip between her small fingers. Then
pressing her fingers together, she tugged upward on the soft curls. Megan
moaned, reflexively.

"You like that, don't you?" Caroline whispered to Megan and was met with
an expression of astonishment.

Then, pleading with her eyes, Megan said, "Please... Please don't"

The little brunette only smiled and whispered in reply, "Shhhh..." She
returned her lips to Megan's breast.

Megan couldn't believe this was happening. She was in bed with a little
girl who seemingly had complete control of the situation, and apparently
intended to have her way with Megan. "Mmmuuhh," Megan gasped loudly when
without warning Caroline slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Before
that the child had been attending to Megan more or less superficially, but
now their love making had entered a new dimension. "Sssttttpp," Megan
hissed through clenched teeth as her young lover's middle finger skillfully
sought out then located her "On Button". Before the Caroline could begin
her manipulations, Megan grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and rolled the
younger girl off of herself. "You leave me alone!" Megan hissed at the
startled little girl.

Again Caroline's pretty face clouded over. A tear formed in her eye as
she contemplated the fact that Rob would think her unworthy of a Pairing.
She looked to her Principal for help and understanding.

Sympathetically Rob assured his young charge, "It's alright, Caroline.
We told you she'd be difficult, didn't we?" The little brunette nodded,
still looking rather sad.

Megan couldn't believe her ears. They were discussing her like a side
of beef. Then to her dismay, Megan heard Alex chime in. "Yes, Caroline.
Please don't be concerned. We fully expected Miss Richards to resist your
advances this morning, and we are prepared to assist you." He got up from
his chair.

Megan recoiled as he reached for her, but she had nowhere to go, since
from the other side of the bed, Rob grabbed her from behind. "Let go of me
you perverts!" Megan shrieked. She wrestled mightily with the two men
during which time she discovered that struggling brought tremendous
pressure to bear on her insides courtesy of her CAP. At one point she
actually managed to get a hand free with which she started to pummel the
man named Rob who still had hold of her right wrist. To Megan's
astonishment and dismay, however, Caroline lunged for her free hand,
pinning it beneath her small body as she fell atop the struggling blond
teenager.

Events moved too quickly for Megan to comprehend after that. From
seemingly out of nowhere, hand and leg restraints were produced and
applied. In a twinkling, Megan Richards lay spread eagled and panting on
the big bed. Caroline having resumed her position beside Megan, lay head
in hand watching. After a brief respite, Megan began to struggle again,
testing her bonds. She soon discovered, however, that she was helpless and
again lay still. Turning her head she glared at the one called Alex who
stood beside the bed smiling down at her. "You'll all pay for this!" she
said icily. "Some how, some way I'll see you all rot in prison!" Empty
threats from a girl in very deep trouble.

Totally ignoring Megan's threats Alex smiled at Caroline and said, "I
think she'll be a bit more cooperative now, my dear. Why don't you start
with the Buzzer, Caroline," he suggested. Megan didn't like the sound of
that. "I think Miss Richards will enjoy the Buzzer, don't you?"

The pretty brunette's face fairly glowed with excitement. "Oh, yes!"
Caroline exclaimed. I just know she will." The younger girl felt her
confidence return. The Handlers in the room still had faith in her.
Caroline hopped off the bed like the little girl she was and trotted butt
naked over to the small desk. Megan followed her with her eyes. She
couldn't see exactly what Caroline was doing because her back was turned,
but the little girl definitely opened a desk drawer and removed something.
When she turned Megan saw she held a small zipper case of some sort. Then
prancing happily back across the room, Caroline clambered onto the bed and
knelt near Megan's right hip.

"You're gonna like the Buzzer," Caroline reported to the nervous
teenager bound helplessly to the bed. "It makes you feel really cool
inside."

While Megan looked on anxiously, the little girl opened the case and
pulled out what looked like an electric blanket control. Attached to this
was a length of wire about four feet in length. It was the shape of the
device on the other end of the wire and last out of the mysterious case
that caused Megan's eyes to widen. With a big smile, Caroline held up the
Buzzer so Megan could get a better look at it.

"This goes inside you," the little brunette explained needlessly to
Megan. "Then, when I turn it on, you're gonna feel all funny in your
tummy."

Megan stared in growing horror at the small plastic cylinder that
Caroline so innocently displayed for her benefit. The Buzzer, as they
called it was about two inches long and an inch in diameter with rounded
ends. It appeared to be made out of white plastic and looked like a big
vitamin capsule with a small wire exiting one end.

Smiling at the expression of worried recognition on Megan's face from
his position beside the bed, Alex said, "I see from your expression that
you've guessed the purpose of the Buzzer, Miss Richards."

Megan tore her eyes from the shining white cylinder and shot a look of
unadulterated loathing in Alex's direction. "You bastard!" was all she
said.

Alex actually laughed out loud at her remark. Then he reached down and
cupped Megan's full pussy.

"Uhh... nnnnnn," Megan cried through tightly clenched teeth. She
thrashed her hips from side to side in an effort to escape the man's
attentions. Alex withdrew his hand and waited for Megan to tire of
struggling. As soon as she settled down, he returned his hand to her
pussy. "Get your hand off me, you son of a bitch!" Megan shrieked. She
fought her bonds with renewed vigor. Again, Alex merely waited for her to
wear herself out then went right back to his manual attentions.

Never in her wildest dreams had Megan thought she would ever be
subjected to such indignities. Since her arrival at the horrible center,
Megan had been stripped and forced to parade around naked for all to see,
she'd been handled by countless men. Her personal spaces had been probed
by innumerable fingers and artificial devices. She been sodomized and
raped by no less than four men and now she was about to be abused by an
eleven year old girl. It had been a busy day for Megan Richards thus far,
and it was just beginning to get interesting.

"Quit it!" Megan cried at last as Alex continued to fondle and squeeze.
"Are you all crazy? Stoppppp!" she whined. Alex slipped his finger into
Megan's vagina. Megan instinctively jerked her hips upward. "Ohhh gdddd!"
she moaned. Megan twisted her hips violently from side to side trying to
escape him, but to no avail. No matter what she did, the beastly man named
Alex stayed right with her. Slowly he moved his invading finger in and out
of Megan, all the while smiling down at her condescendingly. Megan was
utterly mortified. She shut her eyes tightly, in an attempt to block out
the horror of it all.

"Open your eyes immediately, Miss Richards," Alex commanded.

Megan thought she'd die. She couldn't look at him. She just couldn't.
"Muuhh," she moaned softly as Alex deftly explored her internally. Like
most girls her age, Megan had been fingered enough times, but never like
this. Alex's manipulations were closer to a gynecological exam. The man
knew places inside of Megan that even she didn't know existed. He probed,
twisted, pulled and stretched, causing Megan to feel almost nauseous from
humiliation.

"Look at me, Miss Richards. Look at me while I touch you," the sinister
Handler insisted.

Megan crushed her eyes shut tighter and shook her head in defiance. She
could not bring herself to look. Alex turned his hand over, twisting his
finger inside of Megan. Then suddenly he pressed down with his fingertip
on a spot that only a professional would know about. Inside of young Megan
Richards, he pushed the sensitive tissues of her lower vaginal wall
downward and against her rectal passage which was currently occupied by
Megan's ever present CAP Device. The result was an abrupt and intense pain
of an extremely penetrating nature.

The signals arrived nanoseconds later in Megan's brain causing the
unhappy girl to squeal in agony. To Megan it felt like she'd been kicked
in the stomach from the inside. At the same time, however, Alex's desired
results were achieved. Megan's blue eyes shot open wide and staring in
pain and disbelief, and there was Alex leaning over her. The dreadful man
smiled knowingly. Inside of Megan's vagina, Alex swirled his finger gently
over Megan's "Hot Spot" as he called it. A dull ache swelled in the young
blond's lower abdomen. Alex noticed Megan's stomach muscles flex in
response. "I see I have your attention now, Miss Richards." He pressed
downward ever so slightly.

"Huhhh!" Megan exhaled forcibly. Alex's smile broadened.

"In a moment, Miss Richards I am going to remove my finger and turn you
over to little Caroline once again. Nod, please if you understand me." He
held the tip of his finger poised over Megan's Hot Spot.

Megan shut her eyes. A single tear squeezed out and ran down her cheek.
She nodded.

"I expect you to cooperate with Caroline, Miss Richards. She is trying
very hard to help you and you are fighting her. Caroline has been with us
long enough to be quite beneficial to you in your attempts to integrate
into our little family. And integrate you will, Miss Richards." Megan
stared up at the man in bewilderment.

"Integrate?... Family? This is crazy!" Megan's psyche screamed.
"These people are kidnappers and rapists and child molesters," she reminded
herself, trying her best to maintain her steadily failing grip on reality.

"After today, Caroline will be your official `Companion'," Alex
continued, his dark eyes boring into Megan's. Then he looked up at the
little brunette who'd been sitting patiently by, waiting her turn. Alex
smiled at Caroline who beamed with pride.

"I can't let him in!" she cried in her mind. "I can't!" Then, after a
pause, "I won't!" she vowed defiantly. Lost in thoughts of escape and
revenge, Megan had missed some of what Alex was saying to her.

"...will be your guide. Obey her as you would any other Handler. You
will see me only if I am informed of a disciplinary problem, or when any
aspect of your program requires my immediate supervision. It is time, Miss
Richards that you resign yourself to the fact that you will remain at The
Center until we deem you fit to rejoin society as a functional female.
Caroline can help you to achieve that goal. The Megan Emily Richards who
spat in my face this morning is dead. In her place will emerge a new
Megan, one who will be both willing and capable of assuming her natural
roll in life; that of service to her mate or mates."

Throughout Alex's dissertation, Megan lay dumbfounded and appalled by
what she was hearing. "It'll take more than this monster's got to make me
think that way!" Megan promised herself. For the first time, however, her
vows rang hollow.

"Caroline, I believe Miss Richards is ready for you now." The little
girl giggled in response. She crawled closer to Megan on the bed. In her
small hand, she held the Buzzer. "I'd like for you to cause Miss Richards
to have an orgasm, Caroline." Megan looked at him in astonishment. "I'll
be monitoring her vital signs from time to time, and both Rob and I will
watch her closely to be sure she's not faking." The little girl nodded her
understanding. After setting the cylindrical device and its associated
control box on the bed beside Megan's hip, Caroline cupped Megan's pussy
with her small hand and began to rub. Her touch was gentle but purposeful.

"Mm...mmm," Megan moaned, again pleading with her eyes.

"We want to see you cum, Miss Richards. Don't we, Rob?" Alex continued.

"Yes, indeed," Rob answered as he stepped closer to the bed. "Tell me
Miss Richards. Are you a quiet fuck or are you a screamer?" he smiled.
Megan couldn't begin to reply. She simply lay in open mouthed astonishment
while Rob went on. "You didn't make much of a commotion out there in the
hall, but perhaps it was just the crowd. Are you any noisier with a single
lover, Miss Richards? Well, I guess we're about to find out, huh." Then
turning to young Caroline, Rob asked, "Is she at all wet, Caroline?"

At her Handler's request, Caroline dipped her small finger between
Megan's labia, checking for moisture. Megan gasped in surprise. Then with
a big smile, the little girl held up her hand. Her middle finger glistened
in the flourescent lighting.

"Remember, Rob," Alex offered. "Miss Richards just recently served as a
receptacle for the semen of several volunteers. I suspect she's adequately
lubricated. Please proceed, Caroline," he ordered.

Between Alex's remark about her being a "semen receptacle" and getting
fingered by an eleven year old girl, Megan was feeling faint. She closed
her eyes as her head swam. Then Megan was jolted back to reality when she
felt two pairs of hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, Megan saw that both
Alex and Rob held her by her calves just below her knees. At the end of
the bed, Caroline was busily undoing the velcro straps around her ankles.
Megan had a fleeting thought about kicking out at the two men, but quickly
dismissed the idea. Her hands and arms were still restrained over her
head, and quite frankly she doubted if she'd be able to overpower the men
were she unbound. Unknowingly therefore, Megan Richards took another step
toward Functional Womanhood, by allowing the two men to raise her knees and
spread her legs widely apart.

"Alright, Caroline. Miss Richards is ready," Alex told the little girl.

Megan gazed down across her belly as Caroline crawled onto the bed. She
watched as the young girl lay the control box on the bed then held up the
shining white cylinder.

Magen gasped softly when Alex touched her unexpectedly. "Let me hold
her open for you, Caroline," he said as he spread Megan's ample outer labia
with his fingers and thumb. "Go ahead and put it into her just like we
showed you," Alex coached the little brunette.

The obedient child leaned closer as Megan closed her eyes and held her
breath. "Open your eyes, please, Miss Richards," Alex ordered just as
Caroline touched the rounded end of the small device to Megan's vaginal
portal. Megan's eyes flew open and her hips jerked reflexively when the
cool plastic touched her. "Look at Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex said.
"Go ahead, Caroline," he then coaxed spreading Megan open a bit further.

There was surprisingly little sensation at all when the young girl
pushed the end of the device into Megan. The pretty blond teenager could
barely feel the glass smooth cylinder slide inside.

"That's very good, Caroline," Alex complimented the little girl as he
released Megan's pussy lips. "Now push it all the way in." The sensation
Megan experienced was less invasive than inserting a tampon, although the
control wire tickled her inner thigh a little. She felt the tip of
Caroline's finger enter her behind the device as the little girl obediently
pushed the Buzzer deeper into Megan's birth canal.

Megan looked down at the little girl as she pulled her finger out of her
vagina then sat smiling proudly at Alex and Rob.

"That looks very good, Caroline," Rob complimented his charge.

"Let's see how you did," Alex then said as he reached over and slipped
his finger into Megan.

Megan stared at him icily and bit her lip in an effort to remain silent.
Clenching her fists in the restraints, Megan endured Alex's inspection.

"Let's just see if we can't get that in any deeper," Alex murmured as he
located the end of the cylinder inside of Megan's vagina with his finger
tip. Megan's eyes momentarily went wide when Alex was able to push the
device a good bit farther into her vaginal passage, causing the end of the
Buzzer to press against her cervix. "There we are, Miss Richards," he said
at last as he pulled his finger out of her. "You're all set. Caroline,
you may proceed. Enjoy, Miss Richards," he said to Megan with a smile.
"We've found that most young ladies do." After re-attaching the ankle
restraints, both he and Rob returned to their seats to observe.

Megan had once used a vibrator so she thought she knew what she was in
for. You can imagine her surprise then, when Caroline smiled at her and
turned the dial on the Buzzer control to the first setting. When the first
humming pulse traversed her lower body from her belly button to her feet,
Megan quickly realized that this was no ordinary vibrator.

To the contrary, the Buzzer, another unique device invented by the
Center's Engineering Department, did not vibrate at all. Instead it
released rapid pulses of electrical current through a myriad of tiny
electrodes imbedded along its surface. The intensity and duration of these
energy bursts were controlled by the small panel. These precisely timed
and modulated pulses tended to stimulate both soft tissue and muscle and
nerve fiber alike far better than mere mechanical vibration, and
furthermore, it was discovered through testing that the energy pulses
tended to travel through the motor nervous system effectively transmitting
the effects of the device throughout the lower abdomen and lower
extremities.

In essence, Megan's entire lower body became a vibrator unto itself. At
the first setting, Megan experienced only a slight humming sensation deep
in her womb. Also the muscles of her inner thighs and calves began to
quiver slightly. It was more disconcerting than unpleasant.

"Can you feel it?" Caroline asked as she crawled up beside Megan,
bringing the control device with her. Megan eyed the child warily. "Can
you feel it inside your tummy?" the little girl repeated. She turned the
dial to the second setting.

"Ho... ahh!" Megan gasped. The muscles in her belly beginning to flex
and relax rhythmically. Inside, Megan's vaginal and rectal muscles did the
same. Her feet twisted inward within the velcro restraints. She had the
overpowering urge to close her legs together, but of course she could not
She looked nervously toward Alex who sat nearby quietly observing. He
smiled. Megan's legs twitched spastically from time to time as the pulses
traveled down to the tips of her toes.

"Can you feel it now?" Caroline asked from beside Megan on the bed.

A wholly unusual almost itching sensation started in her crotch as the
Buzzer stimulated her vaginal walls, transmitting its energy to Megan's
genital soft tissues, specifically, her labia and clitoris. Megan shifted
her hips, attempting to relieve the growing discomfort.

"Answer Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex ordered. "When ever a Handler
asks you a direct question, you are expected to answer immediately."

Megan was becoming confused and somewhat disoriented due to the growing
reaction her body was experiencing to the evil device inside of her. The
first desire to touch herself awoke in her mind. The itching between her
legs was getting much worse. Rather than her usual icy stare, Megan now
gave Alex a somewhat worried look, then quickly faced Caroline who snuggled
up against her left side, placing a small arm across her chest and cupping
her right breast in her hand. "Can you feel the Buzzer?" Caroline asked in
a more challenging tone of voice. She squeezed Megan's breast in her small
hand.

Megan replied with only a slight nod of her head. She was unwilling to
obey this small tyrant of a girl and swore to resist her every step of the
way. Then to Megan's never ending shock, the little girl leaned toward her
and kissed her full on the lips. Megan jerked her head away in disgust,
and was immediately met with Alex's disapproving stare.

"Face Caroline and allow her to kiss you, Miss Richards. You two are
supposed to be lovers." Then looking at Rob, Alex said, "I suspect that
this is Miss Richards' first same sex experience so we can expect some
resistance. Perhaps it would be beneficial to schedule her in a female
group encounter session later this week. Do you agree?" Rob nodded. Alex
looked back at Megan. "Kiss Caroline, Miss Richards, or face the
consequences."

Megan was furious, but knew better than to resist just then. At the
moment she was in a rather vulnerable situation.

Mixed with her anger and causing the young woman a good deal of
subconscious confusion were the beginnings of awakening sexual urges.
Nestled against her cervix in the deepest part of Megan, the small lozenge
shaped device continued to coax her internal female anatomy toward arousal
and eventual climax. Her vaginal muscles flexed and relaxed in the natural
rhythm of orgasm. The glands responsible for the production of vaginal
juices responded to a perceived need for lubrication. Even Megan's ovaries
were affected, causing the release of hormones into her bloodstream which
elevated her body temperature, regulated her breathing rate, and caused her
skin to become flushed and highly sensitive to touch. The Thelazine also
was beginning to affect Megan. Areas of her body which under normal
circumstances could be manipulated to cause arousal began to silently "beg"
to be touched. Caroline, having been coached on the female erogenous
zones, expertly touched many of these now chemically enhanced areas,
sending sizzling waves of erotic stimuli through the captive blond
teenager. Against her will and quite subtly at this point in time, Megan's
body was preparing to mate.

As Caroline's small mouth closed over her's, Megan's mind reeled with
feelings of revulsion and rage. She felt the little girl's tongue search
her lips, looking for an opening. Megan would have none of it. Pressing
her lips tightly together, she would not allow herself to be french kissed
by a small child, and particularly a girl.

Unseen, by Megan, Rob who'd been watching his young charge attempt to
gain access to Megan's mouth, reached over and adjusted the dial on the
Buzzer control past level three to level four. There were only six levels
possible. The result was astonishing to see.

"Muuuhhh!" Megan heaved into Caroline's open mouth. Immediately the
little girl's tongue shot into Megan's mouth and began its exploration, but
Megan was far to distracted to notice. When the first impulse tore through
Megan's belly her hips had reflexively shot upward to the limit her
restraints would allow. When the energy burst subsided her body fell back
to the bed, breathing hard through her nose. Another discharge of energy
followed seconds later causing Megan to buck convulsively.

At level four, the Buzzer went into what the designers referred to as
"Inducement Mode". At this setting the timing of the energy pulses began
at a slower rate and shorter duration and gradually increased in both
frequency and period. If the subject had not reached climax by the time
preset limits were reached, the device would reset and repeat the sequence.
To date the Buzzer had never failed to induce orgasm. Test subjects had
been anally and orally raped with the Buzzer in place. Even coupled with
the trauma associated with rape, the results were unerringly consistent.
The test subjects all climaxed, some of them several times.

Megan Emily Richards was on her way. She didn't even notice when Alex
stood to check her pulse and monitor her respiration rate. Nor did she
notice that Caroline was no longer trying to kiss her. Megan crushed her
eyes tightly closed as she rode the tempest within. Her cries and
gruntings in time to the Buzzer's cadence fell upon deaf ears and sound
proof walls. She felt as if a ball of sexual fire had suddenly erupted
inside of her. Her nipples became erect instantly, hard enough to etch
glass. Megan's hips bucked uncontrollably in time to the internal drummer.

So involved was she and so centered on her womb, that Megan didn't
notice when young Caroline stood up on the bed and stepped across Megan,
straddling her head. As the little girl knelt, placing her knees on either
side of Megan's head, the older girl opened her eyes. She looked to one
side not recognizing the soft skin blocking her view as one of Caroline's
inner thighs.

The Buzzer at that exact moment had reached its preset parameters and
was delivering almost continuous pulses directly into Megan's cervix. The
net effect was that Megan's hips rose upward and remained high off the
mattress as the young teenager came very close to orgasm.

Caroline waited. Her timing was impeccable. As the Buzzer suddenly
released Megan from its grasp and her hips fell to the bed, Caroline sat
back, covering Megan's face. Megan realizing too late what was happening,
tried to turn her face to one side, but the little girl clamped her small
thighs tightly together effectively immobilizing Megan's head. Then the
sweet child rocked her narrow hips, slowly rubbing herself against Megan's
mouth and nose.

Megan's internal female mechanisms were in a state of flux as the Buzzer
gradually ramped her toward climax once again. She gasped for breath
inhaling a deep draft of Caroline's pubescent bouquet. The little girl's
vaginal opening was directly over Megan's nose. She tried to breath
through her mouth and was instantly rewarded with her first taste of
intimate female flesh. Megan thought she'd be sick.

The Buzzer delivered another stroke. Megan's thighs muscles quivered
furiously as she arched her back off the bed. Her vaginal and rectal
muscles clamped and released.. clamped and released. Her breasts fairly
throbbed with sexual ardor. Her vaginal area now screaming to be touched.

Alex took Megan's pulse again. She didn't notice. He then reached down
and cupped her pussy. This Megan noticed. Instinctively the young teen
wantonly pressed herself against Alex's hand. Muffled panting came from
between Caroline's slender thighs. When Alex removed his hand, his entire
palm was wet. Megan's blond curls were soaked. A steady flow of silken
fluid now issued from within her. After checking the wire which protruded
from out of Megan, Alex glanced across the bed at Rob and said with a
satisfied smile, "I think Miss Richards is going to cum for us very soon."
Rob returned his smile. "Why don't you help Miss Richards along, Caroline
just like we showed you. Will you do that for me now, please."

The child was quick to comply with Alex's request. Reaching back, she
cupped Megan's pussy in her small hand. Then using the techniques she'd
learned as a Guest of The Center, young Caroline began to administer to her
new charge. Caroline had no difficulty locating Megan's clitoris. With
practiced skill, Caroline pushed aside the small shroud covering the highly
sensitized organ. Then, using just the tip of her index finger, Caroline
started flicking the erect little nub with rapid caresses. Megan moaned
between Caroline's legs. The teenager's pelvis at last began the
instinctive humping motion of the fully aroused female.

Seeing this, Caroline smiled broadly at her Principal and received an
approving nod. Alex, however noticed that other than the instinctive
motions of the female of the species, Megan did not appear to be
participating in their love making. Caroline had been kind enough to
spread herself for Megan after sitting on her face, but the stubborn teen
refused to join in. Knowing full well that Megan was at the moment on the
very ragged edge of cognizant thought, Alex leaned close to the young
woman's ear and whispered somewhat insistently, "Kiss, Caroline, Miss
Richards. She's your lover now, the most important person in your life.
Kiss Caroline. Make her feel good, Miss Richards."

Megan's eyes fluttered open, but Alex could see that there was no sign
of recognition in them.

"Ahhhh," Megan gasped. Caroline was doing a fine job.

"Kiss Caroline, Miss Richards," Alex repeated several times. Then at
last, to his great satisfaction, Megan Richards gave her new little lover a
kiss. "Good. That's very good," Alex complimented Megan. Caroline
pressed her little bottom back against Megan's mouth. "Make Caroline feel
nice, Miss Richards. Kiss her pussy. Doesn't she taste good, Miss
Richards?"

Megan's head was filled with the tangy scent of Caroline's pubescent
pussy. Her senses reeled as the Buzzer continued to have its way with her.
Every nerve ending in her lower body was alive and electric. Her hips
humped up and down faster and faster as the talented little girl went about
rubbing her in her most sensitive spot. So it was that when Caroline
pressed herself against Megan's face, the older girl instinctively began to
give her pleasure.

Rob and Alex looked on approvingly as their two charges went about their
love making. Suddenly, above the customary wet sounds of lesbian love, the
two Handlers heard a different kind of groan come from between the saliva
covered thighs of young Caroline. Rob gave Alex a knowing smile. Just a
few moments after that, Megan arched her back, raising her hips upward off
the bed and carrying Caroline's lithe little body with her.

"Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmmmmm!" Megan produced a series of low,
humming sounds. Her stomach muscles flexed as did the strong muscles of
her inner thighs as her femininity responded in an effort to wrap itself
tightly around the sizzling center of pleasure buried deep in her womb.
The muscles of her vagina and rectum began to spasm, contracting
rhythmically in a manner similar to childbirth.

Feeling Megan's body begin to tremble beneath her, young Caroline knew
exactly what was happening to the older woman. After all, the eleven year
old had been with the Center for quite awhile now, and had helped several
older girls "find themselves" as her Principal called it. As Megan started
her climactic arching, Caroline reached her little hand farther down
between the older girl's thighs and grasped her CAP Device. Megan's
thrusts became more pronounced as young Caroline manipulated the specially
designed anal device in such a way as to alternately dilate Megan then fill
her in the same tempo as her natural pelvic motions. Seconds later, Megan
Richards, debutante and honor student came like a cheep whore. Her humming
moans, which were identified and logged by her Handler in her records as
indicative of culmination, could be heard for several minutes. Megan
Richards wasn't a loud lover, but she certainly had stamina.

During the entire episode of her climax Megan had shamelessly lapped and
suckled young Caroline's smooth young sex. Caroline's narrow hips also
were at one point seen to be rolling brazenly against the mouth of her
older lover. For several minutes the two females lay panting heavily.
Then at last, Caroline climbed off Megan and scrambled off the bed.

"That was fun," she said enthusiastically to Rob, her Principal.

"I'm glad you enjoyed her, Caroline. From now on, Miss Richards is
yours to work with and enjoy. You may make love to her as often as you
like when she isn't in class," Rob said, putting his arm around the little
brunette. He began to toy with one of her tiny developing nipples as he
complimented the sweet child. "I am very pleased with you, Caroline.
You've handled yourself very well today." Caroline beamed with pride.
"Don't you think Caroline did well, Miss Richards?" Rob asked. His arm
still around Caroline, he lead the girl to the side of the bed and gazed
down at the older woman who lay in embarrassed afterglow. Megan wouldn't
answer.

"Answer the Handler, please, Miss Richards," Alex said as he stepped to
the end of the bed. Rob stared down at Megan, a neutral expression on his
face. Meanwhile, Alex reached between Megan's thighs and grasped the
control wire that protruded from her vagina. The small cable was wet and
slippery, but Alex was able to slowly withdraw the vaginal stimulator from
within Megan. The device had shut itself off automatically when it sensed
Megan's rhythmic contractions of orgasm. After placing the Buzzer into its
case, Alex took a seat on the bed about even with Megan's hips. As if it
were an every day affair, Alex casually reached over and cupped Megan's
damp sex. "Answer Rob, Miss Richards. Don't you think young Caroline did
well?"

"Ugghh..." Megan grunted softly when Alex unexpectedly entered her with
his middle finger.

"We all saw you cum for us, Miss Richards," Alex muttered
condescendingly as he started slowly finger fucking the blond teenager.

At first Megan tried to close her legs together, but quickly realized
that the effort was pointless. Her ankles were still restrained by the
unyielding velcro bands. She was once again helpless to prevent her
molestation and was forced to endure the humiliation and debasement of
Alex's attentions. Megan would come to learn in the not too distant future
that being handled sexually was to be a regular part of her daily
existence. Furthermore, the times and places of these assaults upon her
person would be totally at the discretion of others. Although she didn't
realize it at the moment as she lay quietly submitting to Alex, Megan had
taken several important steps toward becoming a Functional Female, the
final product of The Youth Training Center.

At last she nodded her consent to her Handler after he'd been required
to ask her a third time if she approved of Caroline's performance. Another
note was entered into her records regarding her stubbornness and lack of
cooperation. Alex let it go with a nod for the time being.

"Very well then, Miss Richards. I believe we're finished here for now."
Then turning to Rob, he said," I am officially turning Miss Richards over
to you and your Guest, Caroline." He winked at the little brunette. "The
Headmaster informed me this morning that another new inductee will be
arriving later today, and he requires my assistance. I suggest that you
send Caroline and Miss Richards to the Cafeteria for lunch. I'll check
with Deke regarding his itinerary today and get back to you. If Miss
Richards gets scheduled for a date with Deke, I'll drop in and take her
there myself. Otherwise, let's get her started in the Gymnasium." The
whole time he was talking, Alex continued to finger Megan's vagina,
eventually causing the blond to shuddered almost imperceptibly as a result.
Her body was beginning to betray her. Alex didn't miss a thing. "I see
you're still with us, Miss Richards," he chuckled. Megan was mortified.
After extracting his finger slowly from Megan, he rubbed her firmly several
times, squeezing and kneading her private flesh before standing up. "I'll
be leaving you now, Miss Richards. I expect for you to give Rob, and in
particular, young Caroline your full cooperation and respect," he said,
gazing down upon the naked blond on the bed. He noticed the fire of rage
and loathing begin to glow hotly in her blue eyes once again. `Good,' Alex
thought. `She'll need something to keep her going.' "If you don't, I'll
hear about it, Miss Richards," he added, the hardness and malevolence
returning to his voice. Megan remained silent while Rob and Caroline
unbound her arms and legs. Alex looked on for a moment then turned to
leave. "Rob, if Miss Richards doesn't see Deke today due to scheduling
problems, let's round up at least two volunteer Handlers for her this
afternoon. Plan on letting Caroline and her have this evening to
themselves, then perhaps we should consider arranging for male
companionship for the two of them after tonight. It's up to you, but that
would be my advice at this juncture of her program."

Megan felt the panic and fear well up inside of her at his fateful
words. "Would this nightmare never end?" Megan's mind wailed. She listened
as Rob agreed, setting a schedule of abuse for her as if he were a doctor
prescribing a therapy regimen. Alex left the Encounter Room.

"Please get up, Miss Richards and accompany Caroline. We'll be going to
the Cafeteria for a bight to eat and then we shall get on with your
program." Rob smiled benevolently.

Megan sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed her wrists where the
velcro restraints had cut into her tender skin. She gave Rob a sample of
her "look" in response to his request, but like everyone else in this
hideous place, it seemed to have little to no effect. Then, much to
Megan's chagrin, when she shifted her weight on the edge of the mattress,
her CAP Device jabbed at her tender internal tissues, causing her to wince
noticeably.

"Caroline, if you will please help Miss Richards," Rob said, turning to
the little girl.

Obediently Caroline stepped closer and took Megan by her right hand.
Jerking her hand away, Megan snarled under her breath, "Don't touch me!"
Caroline stepped back from the angry older girl looking very hurt.

"Miss Richards, I believe you will find that I am only slightly more
tolerant of uncooperative behavior than Alex." He glared threateningly at
Megan. "For this reason, I shall overlook this last outburst, but only
this once. Further misbehavior will be dealt with quickly and harshly,
Miss Richards. Do I make myself clear?"

Megan sat glaring up at Rob from the edge of the bed. "God, how she
hated this place and these horrible people!"

"Do I make myself clear?" Rob repeated louder this time.

Something told Megan that she'd better at least appear to be agreeable
right away or there would be instant trouble from this new Handler. Rob
was slightly smaller than Alex, but he seemed to be in control of the
situation and apparently was accustomed to being obeyed. Megan nodded,
looking Rob in the eye as she did. In her mind she sent out a silent
threat, "You'll pay for this, you bastard. You'll all pay!" Megan hoped
that Rob could read minds. If nothing else she tried hard to convey her
promise of revenge in her steely expression.

"Very well, then," Rob said after a pause during which Megan felt the
elation of a small victory. She'd gotten away with not answering verbally.
"If you will please take Caroline's hand and allow her to lead you, we'll
be on our way." Swallowing her pride once again, Megan consented to being
led by the hand like a small child. Ironically, it was a small child who
lead her. The Center thought of everything.

Upon leaving the Free Encounter room, Megan was escorted by Caroline and
Rob down the same hallway. From somewhere in the building there came a
muffled cry, but in an instant the voice fell silent. Megan couldn't tell
if the cry had been one of pain or passion, but it had most certainly been
the voice of a female. Turning left at the "T" at the end of the hall, the
threesome came upon a group of people standing to one side. The group
consisted of two men dressed in the now familiar white coveralls of
Handlers. Kneeling before one of the men was a young woman. It was
difficult to tell from behind, but judging from the slimness of her figure,
Megan guessed she was in her early teenage years, maybe fourteen. She had
lovely, practically jet black hair that hung to her hips. Caroline stopped
when her Handler did, tugging Megan to a halt as well, next to the group.

"Good day," Roger. Hello Martin," Rob said amiably.

"Hi Rob," one of the Handlers answered.

Then the other man said flatly, "Service Position Four."

Megan watched in trance-like wonder as the dark haired girl looked up at
the Handler who stood over her then reached up and zipped the zipper of his
coveralls upward.

The "Uniforms" of the Center's Handlers were specially designed to allow
for easy removal, but also with their dual direction front zippers, the
Handlers' penis could be readily accessed when the need arose without the
man having to remove the entire coverall. The Center's technical staff
felt that its Handlers should often attend to the Guests while remaining
more or less fully clothed. It was widely believed that this imparted a
sense of Handler superiority to the Guests and greatly enhanced their
effectiveness.

After opening the front of her Handler's coverall, the young girl
reached inside with a shaking hand. Megan began to feel ill when the
teenager then pulled the man's large penile shaft out and held it in her
small hand. The Handler was rather well endowed, Megan noticed. His
flaccid cock was thick and dark and fell from his coverall amid a heavy
bush of coarse, black hair. The young girl then looked to the man for
approval. When he didn't respond, Megan saw the girl's pretty face cloud
over in an expression of mild dismay and confusion. Then as if a light
came on, the pretty dark haired teenager's expression cleared. Still
gazing upward with full eye contact, she reached into her Handler's
coverall once again. This time she carefully extracted his ample sized
testicles. Megan stared transfixed at the couple as the Handler gave his
charge a nod of approval.

"Natalie appears to be doing quite well," Rob said casually.

"Not bad for only her third month," the Handler named Martin replied.

"Third month?" Megan's thoughts gasped. "Three months? She's been here
for three months?" Megan's mind suddenly flooded with feelings of dread.

But her thoughts were interrupted when the Handler with the girl said
sternly, "Continue."

While the group looked on, the pretty teenager took her Handler's heavy
cock in her small hand and began to stroke him slowly.

"Her attitude is much better now," Martin said as he watched the young
girl attend to her Handler. "You remember how difficult she was, don't you
Rob?"

"I certainly do," Rob replied.

"I believe you assisted with Natalie on more than one occasion," Martin
went on. "I know she appreciates everything you've done for her. Don't
you Natalie?" Martin spoke to the pretty teen. Briefly taking her eyes
away from those of the Handler before her, Natalie looked up in Rob's
direction and smiled sweetly.

"She really is quite beautiful," Megan again noted before the young girl
turned back to the business at hand.

"I'm glad I could help out," Rob said with a smile. "Her technique
shows marked improvement as well," he commented as Natalie went about
manually bringing her Handler to a state of full erection in a very short
time.

"Yeah, well, we've been working with her a lot during the past several
weeks. Rumor has it that Natalie will be graduating soon, but you know how
it is. The front office keeps us in the dark most of the time," Martin
chuckled.

"Begin." the Handler named Roger ordered his young Guest.

Megan couldn't watch. As the pretty dark haired girl opened her mouth
and stuck her tongue out, Megan looked away in disgust.

"Do not turn away, Miss Richards," Rob suddenly commanded when he
noticed Megan's unwillingness to observe the poignant scene. Placing his
hand on the back of Megan's neck, Rob squeezed and twisted, forcing her to
turn back to the loving couple. Rob was much stronger than he looked,
Megan soon discovered.

"Ow!" she whined.

Just then, the Handler named Martin stepped beside Megan. Instinctively
Megan looked up at him, for Martin was quite tall. "Do as you're told!"
Martin snapped. "Look at Roger and Natalie this instant!" His voice had
shifted instantly from a conversational tone to one of harsh authority.
Rob again applied pressure to the back of Megan's slim neck with his
powerful grip. With a whimpering cry, Megan was compelled to obey.

"This one appears to be a difficult case," Martin said as he stepped
closer. Megan felt his coveralls brush against her hip. The tall Handler
was so close now that Megan could smell his male aroma. She was unable to
turn her head, however, because Rob held her firmly by the neck, forcing
her to watch as the kneeling girl allowed her Handler to place the head of
his penis onto her outstretched tongue. Natalie leaned her head back and
gazed upward into her lover's eyes. "I don't believe I've seen her before
today," Martin muttered just inches away from Megan's right ear. "Is she
new?"

"She arrived this morning," Rob replied. He watched with Megan while
young Natalie carefully licked the underside and tip of her Handler's
offered penis. "Alex is her Principal for the time being, and Caroline has
been assigned to be her Companion. And, by the way, you're absolutely
right, Martin," Rob added. "Miss Richards is very uncooperative. As a
matter of fact, she reminds me a lot of young Natalie here." He nodded down
at the pretty teenager as she took her lover's cock into her mouth, pursing
her full lips around its thick shaft. "It's encouraging to see just how
far you've come with Natalie."

Megan shuddered in Robs grip as she watched the young teenager begin to
administer oral sex to her Handler. She seemed to be quite comfortable
with the process, even to Megan's untrained eye.

"Service Position Four" requires that the Guest hold herself as still as
possible and use only her lips and tongue to pleasure her mate. Unlike
other regimens, the Guest is not supposed to move her mouth on her lover,
but rather she should allow him or her to use her mouth as he/she sees fit.

Natalie followed protocol as best she could, opening her mouth wide to
admit her Handler's cock when he moved his hips forward. Then dutifully,
the young girl closed her lips around Roger's shaft. While she maintained
direct eye contact, Natalie sucked gently while her Handler slowly withdrew
himself until just the red and swollen head of his penis remained inside
her mouth. The loving couple repeated the process slowly and steadily
while Megan looked on in disgust.

Momentarily forgetting about Martin, Megan started when he spoke so
close the her ear. "She's not bad looking, although she appears to be a
little older than our other Guests."

Megan turned and gave Martin her "look".

"Ah, I see," he chuckled in response. "She's going to take some work,
this one is." Placing a hand on Megan's shoulder, Martin turned her away
slightly. "I see she has her CAP in place. Looks like a six or seven."
Megan glared over her shoulder at the tall man. "Look straight ahead, Miss
Richards, is it?" Martin barked.

Megan was beginning to get the distinct feeling that this one was not to
be toyed with. She sensed a streak of meanness in his demeanor.

Continuing with his appraisal, the tall Handler commented casually, "She
has a good utilitarian body. Breasts not overly large, and surprisingly
firm. How old did you say she is, Rob? Martin asked, reaching out and
hefting Megan's left breast. His hand was cold, causing Megan to squeek in
surprise. Instinctively she twisted her upper body away from the man,
bringing her arm up to push his hand away.

Like lightning, the man reached across Megan's chest, slapped her arm
down with a vicious downward chop of his callused hand, then grabbed her
hard by her left breast. Using her tender mammary like a handle, Martin
yanked Megan around to face him.

"Uhhhhhh!" Megan exhaled sharply as though she'd been kicked in the
belly. She didn't even notice the pain in her arm, so intense was the dull
torment that began in her chest and radiated downward until her entire body
virtually shook in agony. Megan almost fainted. Her knees buckled, and
she would have fallen had Martin not grabbed her by the throat and jerked
her face upward to within inches of his own. Megan was forced to stand on
her tip toes to keep from strangling. He stared into Megan's eyes, his own
filled with foreboding.

Still holding Megan's breast in his crushing grip, Martin continued in a
frighteningly indifferent tone of voice. He spoke to Rob, although his
eyes were locked onto Megan's. His face was so close to hers that she
could feel his breath on her lips.

"This one's definitely going to require special attention," he said.
"I'd like to help out, if you don't mind, Rob. What's her schedule?" He
smiled wickedly at Megan.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Rob answered almost cheerfully. "Oh, and
by the way, to answer your first question, Martin, Miss Richards is
eighteen years old."

Soft sounds of suction could be heard in the hall while Martin silently
studied Megan's face. He saw the first signs of fear in her blue eyes. `A
good sign,' he thought. "And her schedule?" While maintaining his grip
around Megan's throat, Martin released her tortured breast. Megan closed
her eyes in silent relief. Somehow she knew that she'd better behave. A
split second later, however, Megan's eyes opened round and staring.

She couldn't believe how fast the man was. It seemed she'd just barely
had time to catch her breath after the crushing pain in her chest subsided,
when to Megan's astonishment she had a long finger inside of her vagina.

"Ohhuhhuhh!" she gasped while staring into the knowing grin of the
Handler named Martin.

Megan hadn't even seen his hand move. The man was so skilled that he'd
entered her before Megan could even think to resist.

"She's not too terribly tight, is she," Martin smirked as he probed
Megan's vaginal canal with practiced ease. He held her tightly by the
throat, keeping her on her tip toes. "But she appears to be only slightly
used."

"Hohhhhhh!" Megan moaned in a long, shuddering exhale.

"Silence!" Martin snapped, crushing her throat and cutting off her
airway. Megan's eyes bulged out from the pressure as well as from the
impromptu "examination" she was receiving at the hands of the tall man.
All in all, she was at the moment a very unhappy girl.

"No, she's not," Rob replied to his associate's comment regarding
Megan's vaginal tension. "Alex is trying to get Miss Richards a date with
Deke, this afternoon as well," he added.

With a knowing smile, Martin gradually eased the pressure on Megan's
windpipe so she could breath then whispered just inches from Megan's lips,
"A date with Deke. Well now. That should help with your attitude, little
one, but it sure won't help this pussy of yours get any tighter." Megan
shut her eyes in utter humiliation as he felt around inside of her. "Open
your eyes and look at me young lady!" Martin commanded. Megan felt his
grip on her throat begin to tighten. She opened her eyes. "You've got a
lot to learn about minding, Miss Richards," he hissed into Megan's face.
"But that just happens to be Deke's forte. There hasn't been a young lady
yet who hasn't benefitted from some quality time spent with Deke."

Just then, Martin somehow found a spot inside of Megan that she didn't
remember anyone ever touching before. The Handler's condescending smile
made Megan want to throw up. She knew that he knew he'd caught her off
guard. "That's my girl," Martin muttered as her worked Megan slowly. "I
know what my little lady likes." The Handler pressed upward and swirled his
middle finger slowly and firmly. "We're going to have to spend some time
together, just the two of us." Megan blinked then began to tremble
noticeably. The tall Handler's smile grew. His eyes actually twinkled
with delight. His exploring finger persisted. Megan felt an unwelcome
warmth begin to spread in her belly. Martin held her face close and stared
into her eyes, daring her to try to look away. His hand moved faster
between Megan's quivering thighs.

The sounds of young Natalie's oral attentions which reverberated in the
narrow hallway now mixed with the sticky, snapping sounds of the aroused
female coming from between Megan's thighs.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Martin murmured.

"Nooooooo," Megan moaned softly, closing her eyes again.

"Open your eyes, Miss Richards," Martin ordered only this time in a
softer tone. "I want to see your eyes when you cum." Megan looked shocked
and ashamed at the same time. Martin worked on that `special spot' with a
vengeance. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you little one." He grinned
into Megan's eyes. She had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of
a truck.

"Nnnnnn..." Megan groaned in abject humiliation. Suddenly a strong
tremor passed through her. Her body was again betraying her. Megan was on
her way toward orgasm and there was little she could do to prevent it.
Never in her life had she felt so helpless and completely out of control.
These horrible men were simply too much for her. Her hips jerked twice
convulsively as she was forced to stare into the eyes of her Handler.
Megan was so centered now that she hadn't even noticed that Martin had all
but released his hold on her throat. It was no longer necessary for the
Handler restrain her. Megan Richards belonged to him. His hand moved
between Megan's legs so quickly it practically vibrated. Seconds later,
there in the main hallway of The Youth Training Center Megan Richards came
for the second time that day, thoroughly entertaining those who watched.

"Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmmmmm!"

"Very good. That's very good, Miss Richards," Martin remarked as the
young blond trembled, gripped in climax. She fell against him. The only
thing that supported Megan was the man's hand between her sweaty thighs.
"I think there's hope for you yet, Miss Richards," the Handler murmured in
her ear almost tenderly. "There's nothing like orgasm to center a young
lady, to help her to focus." He slipped his finger from inside the
trembling girl and rubbed her pussy while she recovered. "Rob will make
sure that you and I can spend some time together, baby." He wrapped an arm
around Megan's shoulders. "Would you like that?" he murmured into Megan's
fragrant blond hair. Ignoring the weak shake of her head against his
chest, Martin continued, "Sure you would."

Just then there came a gurgling, choking sound from behind Megan.
Martin took Megan by her shoulders and turned her to face Natalie and Roger
just in time for her to see the little dark haired girl receive Roger's
offering. The young beauty's throat worked furiously in an attempt to
swallow the hot semen that surged into her mouth from the twitching shaft
of her lover. Her Handler, Roger remained professionally silent while he
fed his young charge. Megan stood spellbound, watching, when suddenly
Natalie choked. Jerking her head back she coughed violently. A mass of
white fluid erupted from her mouth and sprayed onto her lover's thighs.
Megan saw an expression of what appeared to be terror wash over the
unfortunate girl's face. Semen dribbled from her nose onto her upper lip.
Meanwhile, Natalie's Handler grasped his shaft tightly in his fist, cutting
off any further flow until Natalie could recover her composure. "She's
going to need time on the Feeder," Roger said almost apologetically to his
fellow associates. He waited. A moment or two later, the pretty little
girl took a deep breath then looked up from her kneeling position. At that
time, Roger let go of his cock and proceeded to spray the remainder of his
offering onto Natalie's face and chest. The little girl actually opened
her mouth in hopes of catching a little of the `precious fluid'. She knew
she was in for a correction later on and tried her best to perform well in
the time that remained.

Megan was forced to look away briefly when the Handler ordered his young
charge to clean him. Leaning forward on her knees, without delay Natalie
started lapping at the man's thighs in an attempt to clean up all of semen
she had wasted. A bit of the sticky white substance dripped from the
Handler's gradually softening cock and landed in the little teen's hair.
Without a word, Roger placed a hand on Natalie's forehead and pushed her
head back. Then he took himself in his other hand and offered himself to
the young beauty for final cleaning. True to her training Natalie opened
her sweet mouth and allowed the man to place his flaccid member inside.
Then cupping his throbbing testicles in her small hands, Natalie sucked the
last drops of Roger's seed from him while she carefully massaged him.

"Yuck!" Megan said softly by mistake.

To late, the Handler named Martin dropped his hand quickly to Megan's
CAP Device. Placing the palm of his hand flat against the protruding blunt
end of the anal apparatus. "You don't like what you see here, Miss
Richards?" he asked in a threatening tone of voice. Megan could only groan
in response to his query since he hand begun to rotate the end of her CAP
is slow circles. The net effect was that the tip of the device buried
inside of Megan pivoted around its larger diameter center section,
delivering to Megan the sensation of being "stirred" with a baseball bat.
With his other hand, Martin took Megan by the breast closest to him and
started to pinch and squeeze. Then, leaning closer to Megan's ear, he
murmured, "You're going to get a lot of practice with Service Position
Four, little lady. It would behoove you to take a mental note here today."
He pushed harder on Megan's CAP, eliciting an audible grunt from the blond.
Then the tall Handler went to work with his fingers on Megan's nipple. He
rolled the firm nub of flesh between fingers and thumb for several minutes
then pinched hard. At the same time he slapped the end of Megan's CAP.
With a most unladylike sound, Megan crumbled. This time, Martin let her
fall to the floor in a heap.

Turning to Rob, Martin said flatly, "She has promise, but needs a lot of
work. Let me know what I can do to help." Then he added, " I'll see you
later." With no further comment or even a cursory glance back in Megan's
direction, the tall man turned and walked away down the corridor.

After bidding Roger and Natalie a fond farewell, Rob led Caroline, who
in turn led Megan away. Toward what, Megan had no idea.

"Oh, thank God!," Megan thought silently when the trio arrived at a door
marked "Cafeteria". Rob stood aside and allowed the two Guests to enter
first. Then he followed, closing the door behind him. Megan stood for a
moment, taking in the layout of the room. To one side she saw a typical
cafeteria style service line. In the room's center were several tables a
few of which were occupied. It was easy to tell the Guests from the staff.
The naked young women of varying ages paid no attention to the new arrivals
whereas the Handlers immediately turned to consider the them. Soon, two
Handlers rose from their seats and approached.

"Hello, Rob," One man said. "And hello, Caroline," he added smiling at
the younger girl. The other man, a particularly wicked looking individual,
stood staring silently at Megan. The teenager shivered.

"Hi, Micky," Caroline replied cheerfully to the Handler who'd addressed
her.

"You here for lunch, Kiddo?" Micky asked.

"Yes, sir," Caroline answered dutifully.

"OK. Do you want to go now or wait `til after you eat?"

The little brunette thought for a moment, then replied, "I guess I'll do
it now, if that's OK?"

"Sure it is, Kiddo, and I hear you've been practicing," He held out his
hand and Caroline took it readily. "Let's sit over there," he said nodding
toward a table in the corner. "Butch can take care of your friend here.
Is she new?" Micky asked as he led little Caroline to a table nearby.

"Uh huh," the little girl replied as she padded along behind the older
man.

The Handler named Butch stood silently appraising Megan, causing the
high-strung teenager to become quite uneasy.

"I thought we were here for lunch," Megan said, turning to Rob.

Ignoring, Megan, Rob turned to the man who'd been referred to as Butch
and said, "Please introduce Miss Richards to our cafeteria procedure."

Megan squeaked in surprise when without hesitation, the Handler named
Butch grabbed her wrist in a painfully strong grip and tugged her in the
direction of a nearby table. Dragging a chair aside, he took a seat and
spread his legs. He then pulled Megan forward so that she stood between
his thighs. He looked up at Megan with a cold stare and said sharply,
"Service Position Two".

Megan was at a complete loss. She had no idea what the man meant by
that or what was expected of her. Then suddenly someone grabber her by the
back of her neck. It was Rob. Without a word, Rob forced Megan to turn
her head until at last she understood what it was he wished for her to see.
At the table in the corner, just a few yards distant was little Caroline
and her current lover. The little brunette knelt between the spread legs
of her seated Handler, her little head bobbing up and down between his
thighs. Although, Megan couldn't see exactly what was happening, she knew
all too well what the little girl was doing.

Rob leaned down close to Megan's right ear and muttered, "Service
Position Two, Miss Richards. Please proceed."

Megan was astounded beyond words for several seconds, then without the
slightest warning, Rob slapped the blunt end of her CAP hard with his free
hand. In an instant, Megan found herself kneeling breathless between the
legs of the Handler named Butch.

To the uninitiated and experienced Guest alike, the effect of having
one's CAP Device struck in such a manner is very much like being "sucker"
punched in the gut from the inside. Several moments passed before Megan
was able to recover even the pretense of composure. When she did, she was
met with the malevolent gaze of Butch.

"Service Position Two," he reiterated coldly.

Megan stared up at him in utter contempt then said flatly, "No fucking
way you asshole! You can go straight to hell if you think I'm gonna do
that." She tried to get up. Megan quickly discovered, however that these
men shared a different sentiment.

From behind, Rob forcibly held Megan down on her knees with a strong
hand on her shoulder. Then, kneeling beside and behind her, Rob said,
"Miss Richards, we expect for you to do as you are told. One way or
another, you are going to comply. When Megan started to struggle, Rob
grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and squeezed.

"Oww!" Megan cried out in pain. The man named Butch looked on
impassively. "Cut it out!" she whined miserably.

Dismissing Megan's plea, Rob continued unemotionally, "You may either do
as you see young Caroline doing, and she is indeed setting a fine example."

Curiosity demanded that Megan look out of the corner of one eye in the
direction on Caroline and Micky. The pretty little brunette had her
lover's large testicles cupped in one small hand while with the other she
vigorously stroked his erect penis. The shaft of Micky's cock glistened
with the sweet child's saliva. Its blood engorged head was temporarily out
of sight inside Caroline's mouth. The little girl's cheeks were dimpled
inward from the effort of her sucking. Her clear eyes were locked onto
those of her lover who gazed approvingly down at her while she performed.

"You will either do as Caroline is doing this instant, Miss Richards,"
Rob continued in a distinctly unfriendly whisper from just inches behind
Megan's right ear or I shall order the rest of the Handlers in the
cafeteria to stop whatever they are doing and assist Butch in orally raping
you for the remainder of the afternoon." He squeezed Megan's neck in his
powerful grip. "The choice is yours, Miss Richards. I do hope we
understand one another."

"Oww! Stopppp," Megan wailed in misery. "You're hurting meeeee," she
whined ineffectually.

"And we'll continue to hurt you, Miss Richards until you learn to obey,"
Rob said from behind the unhappy girl. He maintained a tight hold on her
neck but did ease the pressure ever so slightly.

"But I can't do that," Megan tried to explain in a pitiful tone of
voice. When no one responded to her statement, she continued, "I only did
it once, and he made me."

"That's quite commendable," Rob commented with a slight chuckle. "I'd
like to meet this man. Maybe we'll offer him a position here at The
Center."

Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Were all these people
crazy?" she asked herself for the thousandth time, or so it seemed.

"A woman should be made to submit to oral sex. Especially the first
time," Rob explained in an almost instructive tone. "In any case, Miss
Richards, since you've had some experience then I expect you to proceed
without further delay."

"But..." Megan began to object!

Instantly, Rob pushed her head forward into the crotch of Butch's
coverall. Butch, in turn, grabbed the back of Megan's head and held her
face against himself. He then closed his thighs tightly against the sides
of her head.

Megan could barely breath, and what little air she was able to draw into
her tortured lungs was damp and pungent with the odor of male, causing her
to gag repeatedly. "Mmmphh..mmm!" came Megan's protesting groans from
between Butch's legs. The stubborn teen brought her hands up to his thighs
and tried to push herself free of his hold on her, but to no avail.
Several minutes passed while the two men held her.

Butch rubbed Megan's face in his crotch roughly while he muttered,
"Service Position Two" over and over again. Then as quickly as they'd
grabbed her, Butch and Rob released Megan who quickly sat back on her
haunches gasping for air.

"Service Position Two, Miss Richards, requires that the Guest remove the
penis of the seated Handler from his coveralls, then administer to him
orally until such a time as he either signals that the Guest should cease
and desist or that he ejaculates. In the event that the Handler does reach
climax, the Guest is expected to thoroughly consume his ejaculate unless
she is otherwise instructed. There are times when the Handler might find
it beneficial to the Guest for him to ejaculate onto her face, hair or
body. It is the duty of the Guest to be alert to this possibility and to
take appropriate action if so ordered."

Rob's entire dissertation was delivered with such deliberateness and
lack of emotion that it took Megan several moments to digest what he'd
said. At last, the haughty blond began to shake her head slowly from side
to side in utter incredulity as both the gravity of her situation and the
Handler's demands became clear to her. She stared in fearful apprehension
from one man to the other, unable to say a word.

"Miss Richards, you will please turn and obey Handler Butch, now," Rob
ordered.

Megan was so thoroughly bewildered that she cooperated almost before she
knew what she was doing. This time when she stared up into the wicked face
of the man named Butch, he was grinning broadly. "That's right, baby," he
murmured. "Show me what that bad man made you do." Then he added bluntly,
"Service Position Two," Guest.

Megan realized that once again, she had no choice but to capitulate when
she felt Rob's hand on her buttock immediately to the left of her CAP.
Megan knew that should she disobey at this time, she would pay for it.
Then, vowing silently to herself that some day she would have her revenge,
the young blond, reached out for the double action zipper of Butch's
coveralls. The two men made no comment as she slowly slid the zipper
upward until and opening of about a foot had been achieved in the Handler's
"uniform". Megan hesitated.

"Take it out!" came Butch's instant command. "Service Position Two," he
repeated, not for the last time. Rob moved his hand to the end of Megan's
CAP.

Feeling the slight pressure on her anal device, Megan quickly reached
into the warm, clammy interior of the Handler's coveralls. Immediately
Megan jerked her hand back. She'd felt his semi-flaccid organ nestled amid
a thick bush of course feeling hair.

"Ohhh..nnn.." Megan gasped softly. She shot Rob a fearful glance over
her shoulder when the Handler rotated her CAP like the dial of a safe. Rob
said nothing.

Hesitantly, Megan returned her attention to Butch who sat waiting
patiently for the moment. She reached into his coveralls once more. "Oh,
God!" Megan's mind cried as she closed her hand around the hot, fleshy
shaft of another total stranger. Butch nodded approvingly. Megan
shuddered. Then after taking a deep breath the formerly uncooperative
young teenager tugged the Handler's growing erection from the confines of
his coveralls. Megan quickly dropped the man's cock, allowing it to fall
against his right thigh. "It's so big!" Megan found herself remarking
softly.

"It's all for you, baby," Butch commented after overhearing Megan's
unintentional remark. Megan was mortified. She blushed a deep shade of
red. "Now get to work, young lady," he quickly ordered. "Take that big
cock in your hand and make me nice and hard. Open that pretty mouth of
yours and let's see if you can use it for more than just talk."

Megan began to object, but quickly reconsidered when she again felt Rob
adjust her anal appliance.

"Service Position Two," Butch commanded.

Never in her life had Megan Emily Richards been so utterly humiliated.
All of her years of control over the males in her life evaporated before
her eyes as she watched in a trance-like stupor as her right hand reached
out almost unbidden and took hold of the vile organ that was to be her
immediate source of torment. Although Megan was truly inexperienced at
manually satisfying the male of the species, she instinctively picked up on
the process. Butch looked on impassively while Megan stroked him into full
erection.

"Put it in your mouth," he ordered.

Megan, who'd been somewhat captivated by the size and feel of Butch's
penis in her hand, looked up at him in surprise. "But, I..." she began.

"I said, put it in your mouth. Service Position Two," Butch growled in
the tone of an unmistakable and unveiled threat.

"No.. I.. I can't... I just..." Megan whined. From behind, Rob
grabbed her by the neck and forced her head downward toward Butch's waiting
penis. Megan was so agitated that she even forgot to let go of the meaty
shaft. Her eyes widened in fear and disgust as the dark purple tip of the
thing, already glistening with a drop of pre-cum drew closer and closer.
Megan clamped her jaws tightly together. She tried desperately to shake
herself free of Rob's grip.

"Open your mouth, Miss Richards," Megan heard Rob command from beside
her. He held her neck in his vice-like grip, making it impossible for
Megan to turn away. He pushed her down, closer... closer... "Open your
mouth, Miss Richards," Megan heard him say as if from a great distance.
The pain in her neck was becoming blinding. Just then the all too familiar
thudding impact of pain and pressure exploded inside of Megan. Using the
heel of his hand, Rob had shoved hard on the butt of her CAP, driving the
anal appliance deep into the unfortunate teenager.

Megan had reflexively opened her mouth in a deep, guttural grunt and
instantly found it filled with Butch's cock. She'd barely had time to take
a breath before Rob had forced her head down toward Butch's lap. She only
started to struggle when the broad head of the man's penis pressed briefly
against the back of her soft pallet before proceeding down her throat.
Megan's body trembled convulsively as she was orally impaled for the first
time in her life. Megan Emily Richards, widely thought of as untouchable
accepted her first cock into her esophagus. Instinctively she dug her
fingernails into the flesh of her lover's thighs.

"She's trying to scratch me, Rob," Butch reported.

Megan's body soon bucked and heaved to the cadence of Rob's rapid
manipulation of her CAP Device. The pressure in her rectum immediately
caused the teenager's fingers to splay outward, relieving Butch. Rob knew
exactly what he was doing. He continued to administer to Megan while he
helped to hold her head down in Butch's lap.

Megan put up quite a struggle for about a minute, but soon the torment
provided by her CAP Device coupled with the slow onset of hypoxia caused
the reluctant young girl to become more subdued. After about two minutes,
Megan heaved violently in a last ditch effort to free herself. Soon,
however, her body shuddered then lay still. At that exact moment, Rob
grabbed her by the hair and pulled Megan's head up, extracting Butch's cock
from her throat and clearing her airway. Megan fell forward into Butch's
lap while she gradually regained coherence. When at last her eyes blinked
open, Butch took her by her hair and pulled her head back enough so he
could look her directly in the eyes.

"Since this is your first time, Miss Richards, I am going to break
protocol and offer you my cock." Taking his manhood in his other hand,
Butch pressed the head to Megan's lips. "In the future, you will be
expected to do this for yourself. In Service Position Two, the Handler is
not suppose to assist the Guest at all. Now suck me off and be quick about
it, bitch!" Butch barked.

To this day, Megan will never understand why she opened her mouth and
let the horrible man place his penis inside. As she closed her lips
obediently around his foul tasting organ, Megan heard strange gurgling
sounds from the far side of the cafeteria.

"Move your head up and down. Use that pretty mouth of yours, baby!"
Butch said.

While Megan got started, little Caroline took her fill from her lover,
Micky. Megan quickly found herself far too busy to take notice of Micky's
remark to his little lover. "That's very good, Caroline. You have been
practicing," The young man groaned as he unloaded another wave of hot semen
into Caroline's waiting mouth. The little girl swallowed hungrily, trying
her very best not to waist even a single drop of the precious substance.

"Pay attention, bitch!" Megan's lover snapped. "Micky and Caroline will
be just fine without your supervision. Now move that mouth of yours. I'm
starved, and I can't eat until I'm through with you. Get at it, bitch, or
I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours for real!" Butch glared down at
Megan in a manner that left her no doubt that he meant business.

Having only given oral pleasure to one other man before this day, Megan
was not as skilled as she would one day become, but some things are purely
instinctive for a girl, and sucking a man's penis is one of them. Megan
had also seen a few porn movies in the not too distant past, so she had a
pretty good idea how to proceed. Hesitantly she opened her mouth and then
tentatively moved her head forward toward Butch's lap. She gagged almost
at once, causing her to jerk her head back. For this she received an
ominous look of disapproval from her Handler. Megan tried again. `What a
strange sensation,' Megan thought almost whimsically when she felt the hot
tip of Butch's cock move slowly across her tongue. She struggled to
suppress a gag when the broad head touched the roof of her mouth.

Butch was well endowed, but not huge. `He's about the same size as Mr.
Harris,' Megan thought to herself, `But not as pointed.' Megan closed her
lips around her lover's cock and slowly moved her head back. She sensed
the heavily veined shaft slide through her lips until the broad head pulled
against the inside of her lips. Before going down on him again, Megan
unconsciously toyed with her tongue at the underside of Butch's penis. An
odd, almost warm sensation spread down Megan's neck and flowed over her
bare shoulders. Megan closed her big blue eyes and allowed her head to
fall forward again, taking her lover into her mouth once more.

"Open your eyes, and look at me!" she was instantly reminded by Butch.

Megan's eyes flew open wide as she suckled her way to the tip of his
penis. Megan gazed dutifully up at the wicked man. Just moments earlier
all she could think of was loathing and revenge, but now....

Megan didn't realize it, but her natural female instincts coupled with
just the right amount of "encouragement" from the miracle drug, Thelazine,
were working hand in hand to allow the head strong young teenager to cast
aside her prejudices and social conditioning.

"A little faster, please," Butch ordered.

Megan did as she was told. Bringing her hands up to Butch's thighs, she
increased the tempo of her oral administrations. The warming sensation
she'd begun to feel started to spread. She felt flushed and tingly. Megan
pressed upward with her tongue on the hot shaft of meat that filled her
mouth. Even though Rob had ceased his manipulation of her CAP, Megan
suddenly became acutely aware of her rectal appliance. It seemed to Megan
that the same spreading warmth in her upper torso also began to emanate
from her nicely packed backside and spread through her tummy. Megan's
inner thighs tingled and twitched. She gazed up at the man named Butch,
studying his facial expression while she went about her duties.

Unlike Mr. Harris, who'd groaned repeatedly and even cried out while
Megan delivered her sexual favors to him, this man sat in utter silence as
Megan's blond head bobbed in his lap. His face was a mask, completely
devoid of expression. A strong shiver passed through the pretty teenager.
Where Megan had once felt only disgust for the act she now committed upon a
total stranger and under duress at that, she now began to receive confusing
signals from the pleasure centers of her body. Just a few short moments
ago, the very taste of his fetid organ had caused Megan to come very close
to vomiting. Now as she allowed the man's penis to travel ever deeper into
her mouth, Megan found herself almost relishing the taste of the pre-cum
fluids that seeped from its core.

The professional Handler gave Megan no warning. When the first spurt of
cum hit the back of her soft pallet, the teenager's eyes opened even wider
in shocked surprise. "Gurrpp!" Megan managed to utter around the pulsing
shaft of meat in her mouth. She immediately tried to pull back, but Butch
had anticipated her reaction. Megan felt pressure against the back of her
head as the second and much larger salvo of semen exploded into her mouth
and throat. Megan choked, causing hot semen to spray from her nose. The
unhappy blond fought desperately to free herself from Butch's restraining
grasp around the back of her neck. "Gmmmkk!" Megan grunted as Butch's
third offering surged into her mouth. Her blue eyes stared pleadingly up
at her lover. Butch stared down at her impassively. He knew that it was
just a matter of time. Megan shook her head in one last effort, but
somehow she knew as well what had to be.

Mr. Harris had been different. He'd pulled his penis out of her mouth
and shot off on Megan's blouse. Fortunately she'd had a sweater in her
locker that she'd used to cover the evidence of their brief affair. This
man, on the other hand wasn't about to let her escape. As the hot, viscus
substance continued to pump into Megan's mouth the haughty blond felt the
first trickle slip passed her protesting throat muscles. Butch pushed his
cock farther into Megan's mouth, pressing its broad head against the back
of her throat. He pulsed again. Uncharacteristically, Butch actually
smiled when Megan gagged once, blinked her big blue eyes then swallowed.

The second gulp went down easier than the first. Butch took a handful
of Megan's hair and carefully pulled her head back just far enough so that
his last offering filled her mouth completely. At last he spoke. "I'm
gonna pull my cock out of your mouth, now sweetheart. When I do, I want
you to swish that mouthful you've got there around for a minute before you
swallow. If I see one drop spill, you will be punished. Do you
understand?"

"Gmm..mmm," Megan grunted by way of acknowledgment. She was simply too
bewildered and disoriented to refuse. Carefully she brought her lips
together when the Handler's cock exited her mouth. For a moment she
considered spitting, but quickly thought better of the idea. She moved her
tongue. The slimy feeling of the viscus substance which practically filled
her mouth to overflowing against her tongue caused Megan to come very close
to gagging once again. She was forced to bring a hand to her lips to
prevent any leakage from occurring.

Megan Emily Richards would have been positively outraged it if just a
very few hours ago, someone had told her that she would soon be kneeling
between the legs of a complete stranger, her mouth filled with his semen,
trying her best not to allow any to spill.

[Continued in Part 2 of 2]
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