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Chapter Nine - Room 184

Ken and Al had met briefly on the transport van that had brought the
newest class of Handler Candidates to The Youth Training Center.  The
two men walked together now down the wide, main corridor on their way
to their first class.

"I can't believe we got the same schedule," Al said enthusiastically.
"That's quite a coincidence.  Don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Ken replied as the two men walked.  "Did you by
any chance write down the classroom number?"

"Right here," Al answered cheerfully.  "Training Room 184.  Down the
main corridor, left at the `T', then five doors on the left."  He
folded the note paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket.  "There's
the `T' up ahead."

The heavy door slid back with a hiss when Al punched the required code
into the keypad, and the two men entered Training Room 184.  

"Good morning, gentlemen," a man said cordially from where he stood
chatting with a small group of perhaps five others.  "Come on in.
Please sign the log up at the podium," he said.  Leaving the group, he
approached Ken and Al.  He wore the distinctive white coveralls of a
TYTC Handler.  "My name is Rob," he said shaking hands with both of
the newly arrived trainees.  "I'll be your instructor for this class."
Then turning to the group of young men standing nearby, Rob said, "You
gentlemen take a seat and we'll get started in just a moment."

Ken and Al signed the official attendance log, and found seats next to
each other near the front of the class room.  It wasn't an overly
large room.  Perhaps twenty by thirty, there were several rows of
chairs with writing arms arranged in rows facing a raised stage-like
area at the front of the room.  An undertone of excitement filled the
air as the Handler Candidates took their seats.  Looking around, Al
noted many signs and several anatomical diagrams adorning the walls.  

[Illustration Omitted in Text Only Version]

One sign in particular was hung quite prominently near the front of
the room.  It read as follows:
The Youth Training Center Standards of Conduct

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

	* These Standards are non-negotiable.  Strict adherence by our
Guests is          mandatory.Al felt an indescribable thrill.  He
would be forever grateful that he'd happened upon the ad on the
Internet that had led him to this incredible new career opportunity.
He also felt an immense sense of pride in the knowledge that he'd been
chosen out of a formidable group of applicants for the specialized
training program that he was now a part of.  Not many men his age
would ever dream of the opportunities for personal fulfilment that
were about to be presented to him.  Al squared his shoulders.  A new
life awaited him, and he was up to the challenge.

"Good morning, gentlemen, and welcome," the man dressed in white said
from behind the podium standing to one side of the stage area at the
front of the room.  "My name is Rob, and I will be your instructor for
this portion of your training.  This class is entitled Continuous Anal
Presence - Theory and Practice.  I have placed a copy of the class
syllabus on each of your desks."  He paused and looked around the
room, noting the remarkable degree of attention on each face.  He
expected no less.  

"What exactly is Continuous Anal Presence?" the senior Handler asked
his class.  "During your careers at The Youth Training Center you will
hear it said many times that, `at TYTC, we believe the way to a girl's
mind and soul is through her abdominal passages; specifically, her
anal passage."  Rob saw a few of the trainees scribble notes.  He
continued.

"It is a fact that for many reasons, not the least being our own lack
of attention, today's `modern woman' has become what we refer to as
`misaligned'," Rob stated in all seriousness.  She has been misguided
by society to the point where she no longer recognizes her true
purpose.  She is distracted and disoriented.  The value system she's
adopted has forced her out of harmony with nature."  Rob paused,
allowing his students to consider his words closely.  "Of course, when
confronted with this knowledge, she will deny it vehemently.  Having
lost all perspective, today's `Powerful Woman' exhibits a false sense
of `male equivalence'.  She is willful and defiant of authority.  In
short, she is confused and without purpose.  Again, Rob paused,
studying each Handler Candidate closely.  To a man they returned his
gaze with expressions of cool resolve.  Rob felt proud to be in their
company.  These men represented the future.  With firm conviction he
said, "As our mission statement describes so well, at TYTC, `we will
make it our business to remedy this embarrassing situation and restore
the female to her proper position in society.'"

Rob retrieved a small remote from behind the lectern as a large flat
screen monitor descended silently from the ceiling.  "This device,
gentlemen," Rob said once again addressing his class, "more than any
other, enables us to accomplish that mission."

On the screen, an image appeared.

Excited murmurs erupted from the group of candidates.  Rob waited for
a few moments before he continued.  Then after clearing his throat, he
said, "What you see here on the monitor, gentlemen is our `Mark I'
device." Rob fell silent for a moment while the men looked closely at
the image on the screen. 

"The `Mark I',  C.A.P. Device was developed a little over six years
ago," the Handler Instructor began.  "The forerunner to the more
modern devices, the original CAP was molded from hard, acrylic
plastic.  Shaped like a small bomb, the early devices had a somewhat
pointed tip for ease of insertion then quicky gained girth to provide
the bearer with a maximum sense of presence.  From its bulbous
mid-section, the instrument tapered to a narrow neck which was
designed to capture the first anal sphincter, effectively locking the
unit into place.  The butt end of the CAP was flared in order to keep
the anal opening dilated for ease of access.  The `Mark I', like its
successors was worn with the butt end protruding slightly from between
the buttocks, so the CAP remained accessible to the Guests' Handlers
should she require assistance with her concentration," Rob explained.
"Everyone follow me so far?" he asked the class.  The young men nodded
practically in unison.  Every eye was on the screen.

"Every young lady who comes to us, regardless of her age, receives her
CAP within her first few hours in residence.  It has been demonstrated
time and again that following the insertion of one of these
instruments, a young woman almost instantly gains focus.  No matter
how distracted and out of harmony she has become prior to accepting
her CAP, her thoughts are inexorably drawn to that part of her body
which is most important to a young lady, her abdominal interior.  From
that moment on, not a minute passes in her life without our Guest
being forever reminded of her raison d'etre."  

After a brief pause, Rob pointed to one of the signs on the wall. "I'd
like to call your attention to our list of non-negotiable standards,"
he said.  The students followed his gesture.  "Each of you should
become intimately familiar with these stipulations.  A Guest must
never be allowed to disregard them."  He waited while the trainees
copied the list of eight regulations.  "Please note Standard number
four," Rob went on.  It states quite simply that `C.A.P. Devices shall
remain in place at all times'," he quoted.  "Guests are not permitted
to remove their CAP's under any circumstances."  He paused to allow
his remarks to sink in.  "The only persons authorized to remove a
Guest's CAP Device is her assigned Handler or a duly appointed
representative."

Rob pressed a button on his remote and a new image appeared on the big
screen.

With a smile, Rob said proudly, "This little wonder, gentlemen, is the
Mark IV."  He gestured toward the monitor.  "You will find one of
these devices in the posterior abdominal passage of every young lady
in this facility when said passage is not being otherwise utilized."
Noting approvingly that he had the rapt attention of each of his young
trainees, Rob continued with his lecture.  

"These newer generation devices, like their predecessors, are
available in a variety of sizes to fit the needs of every young lady.
They are sized by length and measured in inches.  A size six, for
example, is six inches long."  Everyone in the audience appeared to
understand what he was saying, so Rob continued. 

"Approximately two years ago, our engineers deduced that a certain
amount of flexibility in the CAP design might be desirable.  Although
the apparatus must be rigid enough to provide a suitable amount of
pressure against the musculature of the rectum, it was discovered
through testing, that if the CAP is able to flex at its narrowest
section, it will move with the bearer, thereby maintaining maximum
encroachment and presence, no matter the attitude of a young lady's
anal passage relative to the angle of her spine."  The sound of pen on
paper could be heard above the whisper of the air conditioning when
Rob hesitated.  "During a portion of the initial design phase of the
newer generation CAPs, it was also decided that a blunt tip would be
more advantageous than the older pointed end design.  The science
behind this resolution is quite simple.  First of all, there is no
need for a tapered tip, because by nature, the anal sphincter is
eminently expandable.  In addition, by maintaining the device's full
diameter over a larger portion of its length, a greater internal mass
is assured where it really counts.  Our Handler's quickly discovered,
for example, that even with the instrument flexed at a forty-five
degree angle, the increased barrel diameter transmitted a far greater
amount of force to the bearer's interior when her CAP was manipulated
sharply during disciplinary proceedings."  

Rob again paused.  Then when his Handler Candidates looked up from
their notes, he said sincerely.  "Gentlemen, I want you to understand
that we at TYTC are forever indebted to the men and women of our
Research and Design Department for this and many other significant
discoveries.  Without their continued efforts, we would ultimately
fail in our mission.  We owe them a lot."  

"OK then," Rob continued after a moment.  "As mentioned earlier,
C.A.P. Devices come in many sizes.  So how then do we determine the
right size for a particular young lady?  Any guesses?"  He looked
expectantly around the room.

A few seconds passed, then a hand went up in the back.  Rob nodded in
his direction.  "Yes, you, sir.  Go ahead."

Hesitantly the trainee stood.  "You.. Ah.. We," he corrected himself,
"must have an instrument with which we can measure her internally,"
the young man ventured.

Rob smiled.  "A good guess," he responded.  He was happy to hear the
young candidate refer to himself as part of the team.  "Actually we do
use such a device to measure our Guests' vaginal capacity and muscle
tone.  You will learn more about that instrument and others at a later
date.  The C.A.P. Device, however, even though it is an integral part
of her conditioning, is measured in a more rudimentary fashion.  Yet
another image appeared on the monitor.  This one was a diagram of the
internal workings of the female reproductive system.  

[Illustration Omitted in Text Only Version]

"As this diagram depicts, a Guest's CAP size is determined by one
simple measurement.  That is the distance, in inches, from a young
lady's clitoral hood to her anus."  A few mutters were heard from the
audience of trainees.  Ignoring them, Rob went on.  "We can be
exacting in this measurement by using a pair of calipers, but after a
surprisingly short time in the field, you will find that you can judge
her size quite accurately by using your thumb and middle finger to
span the distance between these two points."  After a pause, Rob
asked, "Any questions before we move on?"  

There were none.

The man in white coveralls stepped from behind the podium, and the big
flat screen retracted into the ceiling.

"Very well then," he said.  "Now that you all understand the theory
behind the Continuous Anal Presence Device, let's see how effective it
is in application.  As if on cue, the door hissed open at the rear of
the classroom.  All heads turned, and all eyes followed as a lovely,
blond headed young lady was led by the hand down the center aisle
between the seated candidates.  Her Handler maneuvered the young blond
up onto the stage and turned her to face the class.  She was, of
course, completely naked.  Her white coverall clad escort then stepped
behind her, keeping his right hand on the girl's right shoulder.

Turning to his class, Rob said, "Gentlemen, I would like to introduce,
Miss Tamara Ellis."  The young beauty stood gazing resolutely out at
the men seated before her.

She was lovely, with a breathtaking face, thick blond hair that hung
down almost to her waist, pert little breasts, a narrow waist, flat
tummy and broad hips.  Between her muscular thighs bloomed an enticing
little blond mohawk.  Although she stood perfectly still with her head
up, facing the group of men who calmly appraised her, her apprehension
could be seen in her blue eyes.

"Miss Ellis is fifteen and a half years old and has been with us for
just over three weeks.  Her Principal Handler's name is Norman," Rob
said, leaving the podium and crossing the stage to stand in front of
the girl and her escort.  Rob looked briefly in the direction of the
seated candidates saying, "Gentlemen, first I will demonstrate what we
refer to at TYTC as `The Standard Greeting'."  Then he looked back at
the pretty teenager.  Behind her, the young girl's Handler rested his
left hand lightly on her hip.  "Good morning, Miss Ellis.  You are
looking well today," Rob said politely to her.

A gasp was heard from someone in the audience when the senior Handler
casually reached down and slipped his fingers into the tight curls
between her legs.  His palm cupped the fullness of her womanhood.  For
a fraction of a second, the girl dropped her eyes from his as she
instinctively glanced downward.  Then quickly realizing her
impropriety, she looked back up into the man's eyes.  Her facial
expressions plainly portrayed her inner conflict, as she struggled to
maintain control.  She bit her lower lip and trembled slightly.
Keeping his expression completely neutral, Rob began to knead the
girl's supple flesh.  In a brief moment of weakness, Miss Tamara Ellis
lost control, and pulled her hips back ever so slightly.  Her pretty
face quickly expressed her remorse, but it was too late.  

Unseen by the class, Tamara's Principal Handler dropped his hand
behind her rounded little bottom.  Then holding his fingers together
stiffly, the man began to deliver a series of sharp pats to the round
plug shaped object which protruded from between her shapely buttocks. 
What the seated Handler Candidates did see was the teenager's eyes
abruptly grow wider and her nostrils flare slightly.  What was most
noticeable, however, was the manner in which she began to thrust her
hips forward as though she were intentionally rubbing herself against
their instructor's hand.  Rob smiled down at the uncomfortable young
girl and continued to handle her resilient flesh for several minutes,
before finally removing his hand and turning toward his students.

"What you have just witnessed here, gentlemen is a prime example of
how effective the TYTC Program truly is."  Rob placed one hand on the
pretty teenager's bare shoulder and with the other, he began to toy
with her firm breasts, squeezing and pinching while he went on with
his lecture.  

"Just three weeks ago, Miss Ellis came to us, a typical product of the
society in which she was raised.  Many man hours have since been
invested in Miss Ellis in order for her to achieve this degree of
acceptance.  In just three short weeks, our young lady has evolved
into a useful member of society.  Miss Ellis owes a large portion of
her achievement to this."  With that, Rob took the girl by the
shoulders and turned her around so that she faced away from the
audience.  True to her training, however, she obediently looked over
her shoulder at the group of Handler Candidates. 

"As you can see, Miss Ellis, like all of our Guests is equipped with a
C.A.P. Device.  Miss Ellis is a healthy young lady and is able to
accept a size seven device."  Rob reached down and took hold of the
rounded object that lay nestled between the girl's shapely buttocks.
Slowly he twisted the instrument with his finger tips much like one
would operated the dial of a combination lock.  Briefly the pretty
teenager glanced at him questioningly then back at the class.

"May I have a volunteer to come forward and assist me, please," the
senior Handler asked unexpectedly.  Every hand in the room hastily
went up.  With a laugh, Rob pointed to a young man in the second row.
"You, sir," he said.  Then he added, "Don't worry, you'll all get
plenty of opportunities for practice during your tenure here.  

The young man stood from his desk and walked forward.  All eyes were
on him.  He was a reasonably attractive man in his middle thirties. He
was tall and of muscular build with sandy blond hair and cool, ice
blue eyes.

"Good morning," Rob said, extending his hand.  The man took it and
they shook.  He remained silent.  "May I ask your name, sir?" the
senior Handler then asked his student.

"Nigel," he replied tersely.  He glanced somewhat nervously at the
naked teenager standing no more than three feet away, then looked back
at his instructor.  

"Hello, Nigel," Rob said in a friendly voice.  "I've asked you to come
forward to give you the opportunity to actually feel what it's like to
insert a C.A.P. Device.  Very soon, this procedure will become second
nature to you, but everyone must try it first under supervision.  Do
you understand?"  Nigel nodded that he did.  "Very well," Rob said.
"First, however, I want you to turn and be introduced properly to our
Guest."  Then the senior Handler placed his hand on Nigel's shoulder,
and turned him toward the young girl.  "Just do exactly as you saw me
do earlier," Rob explained to Nigel.  "Her Handler, Norman will be
right there behind her should she require encouragement, but it
appears that Miss Ellis is behaving, at least for the time being."  

Then turning to address the entire class, Rob said, "It is important
to note that young ladies in their teenage years can be extremely
unpredictable.  One minute, she's obedient and submissive like Miss
Ellis here, and the next she'll become combative, without any
discernable provocation.  You must always bear this in mind, in
particular if you are her Principal Handler," Rob explained to the
group.  Then he turned back to the trainee on stage with him.

"You may place one hand on her shoulder if you wish, but it is not
required," Rob instructed.  He waited patiently for a moment.  He
could tell the young trainee was hesitant to put his hands on the
girl.  Rob was a little surprised by this.  He made a  mental note to
work with Nigel more closely to be certain that the young man would be
able to overcome his reluctance.  Hesitation in the presence of a
Guest is not advisable.  "Go ahead, please, Nigel," Rob prompted the
young man. Then seemingly jokingly he added, "One should never keep a
young girl waiting.  Simply reach out and cup her vulva in your hand,
and while you do, pay attention to her reaction," Rob instructed. "She
should not flinch or pull away from you.  She should also maintain
direct eye contact with you at all times until such a time as you
remove your hand from her person and dismiss her."

Slowly the Handler Candidate moved his hand downward.  This would be
the first time he'd ever touched a girl without her permission.  It
was exhilarating, to say the least.

"You may address her, if you wish," Rob coached from his side.  "But
it is not required that you speak to her at all.  What is important is
that you touch her in a meaningful way, and that she allows you to do
so without protest."  Rob kept his eyes locked on the girl's face,
always on the alert for signs of defiance or rebellion.  He watched
Tamara make one prolonged blink, before she returned her eyes to those
of the young candidate.  Her facial expression became ever so slightly
more troubled in appearance.  
"Good morning, Miss Ellis," the young man said.  Her golden pubic fur
rasped softly between his fingers.  She was very warm beneath his
touch, and in retrospect, Nigel would recall that he felt the distinct
presence of moisture between her firm thighs.

Tamara Ellis was, of course, on a regular maintenance dosage of
Thelazine, which despite the conditions of their meeting, gently
coaxed her "inner female" to respond to Nigel's touch.  Thelazine and
many other designer chemical compounds will be discussed in greater
detail at a future class, but sufficed to say at this time, Thelazine
is neither an aphrodisiac nor a mind altering drug.  To the contrary,
its subtle influences are barely noticeable to the subject.  The drug
simply encourages the female to "listen" to those natural messages
that her body communicates to her, rather than to ignore or suppress
them.

Nigel was so absorbed in touching the beautiful blond that at first he
didn't hear Rob speak to him.  "Ah...hum," the Handler cleared his
throat.  Nigel jumped in surprise, then looked in Rob's direction.  He
did not, however, remove his hand from Tamara.  

"Let's position her so we can better manipulate her CAP, and allow the
rest of the class to follow what we do," Rob suggested.  Reluctantly,
Nigel nodded his consent.  Then he continued to stare piercingly into
the teenager's brown eyes as he removed his hand from between her
legs.

"Turn to the side for us, please, Miss Ellis," Rob said to the
slightly shaken girl.  "Nigel really `connected' with her," Rob noted
as the girl slowly faced to the left.  "That's just fine," the senior
Handler instructed at last.  "Now, if you would, please, Nigel.  I
want you to remove Miss Ellis' CAP for us."

Startled, the teenager gave Rob a very concerned look, then turned to
her Principal, Norman.  "It's OK, Miss Ellis," Norman said.  

Tamara had learned in a relatively short period of time, that the
hideous instrument these demented men had placed into her rear end was
not ever to be removed other than by the man named Norman.  She'd seen
other young women suffer the consequences for disobedience, and she
did not care to join their ranks.  It had taken awhile, but finally
her bowel had acclimated to the presence inside of her.  It seemed to
be, however, all she could think about most of the time.  Twice a day,
Norman would remove the device so that Tamara could use the toilet.
Then it was quickly replaced, and that all encompassing dull,
throbbing sense of fullness would once more become the focal point of
her waking thoughts.

"I give Nigel permission to remove your CAP, Miss Ellis," Norman said
to the troubled teen.  She looked unsure, but slowly, after glancing
back at Nigel again, the girl leaned forward a bit, placing one hand
on her upper thigh to steady herself.

"Very good, Miss Ellis.  You have learned a good deal," Rob
complimented the girl.  "Now, Nigel, if you would please, grasp the
butt end of the device firmly in one hand.  Often it helps to place
your other hand on the Guest's hip to steady her," he explained. "Then
with one fluid motion, twist the CAP and pull it from Miss Ellis' anal
passage."

Nigel took his instructor's suggestion and placed one hand on the
teenager'`s left hip.  Then almost gingerly, he grabbed the round plug
with his right hand.  It was warm to the touch.  Nigel thought he
could feel the girl flex internally through the  composite material of
the CAP.  Later he would come to understand that was precisely what
he'd felt.  He gazed down at Miss Ellis' perfect posterior, her narrow
waist and strong back.  Then after taking a deep breath, Nigel twisted
and pulled.  

At first, the device didn't seem to want to be extracted.  It was a
natural reaction for a Guest to "grip" her CAP when it was manipulated
in any manner.  Then after a slight shiver that was also transmitted
through the dense material, Tamara relaxed, and Nigel was able to
extract the seven inch long lozenge shaped CAP from her body.  When at
last he held the warm plastic torpedo in his hand, Nigel marveled at
its size and the fact that seconds ago it had been inside the lovely
girl.

"Well done," Rob complimented the trainee.  

As he spoke, Norman placed his hand on his Guest's shoulder and turned
her to face the audience.  Without further ado, Norman then dropped
his hand behind the teenager and slipped his middle finger up inside
her.  The precepts of C.A.P. dictated that unless absolutely
necessary, Guests should never be without a centering presence.  By
adhering to a simple set of guidelines, successful conditioning is
virtually guaranteed. 

"I suspect you felt the young lady try to "hold on" to her CAP when
you first pulled on it?" Rob asked the young Handler Candidate.

"Yeah, I thought I was imagining things at first," Nigel replied.  He
seemed to be more relaxed now, Rob noted.

"I understand ," the Handler/Instructor responded.  Then turning to
face the class, he explained.  "It is a perfectly normal reaction for
the anal sphincter to close around an impaling instrument whenever its
position is disturbed.  Additionally, the high density composite
material from which the Mark VI C.A.P. is fashioned, is designed to
conduct even the slightest vibration down the length of the appliance,
and deliver it with little to no attenuation to the bearer's interior.
When the butt end of the CAP is struck during disciplinary
proceedings, the shock of the blow is delivered directly to the base
of the subject's spine.  So," Rob continued.  "The Guest will actually
embrace the instrument of her subjugation.  Ironic, isn't it," he
added with a smile.

Tamara stood staring blankly out at the small group of men who sat at
their desks, furiously scribbling notes.  It looked, for all intents
and purposes, like a typical class at a typical community college. The
pretty teenager tried to follow what was being said, but her Handler,
Norman insisted upon moving his impaling digit slowly in and out, then
side to side.  It was very distracting.

"Alright, then," Rob said after giving his students a few minutes to
complete their notes.  "Now I am going to let Nigel try installing the
CAP into our young lady.  I want you all to watch very closely as I
walk him through it.  One day very soon, you will be as familiar with
this procedure as you are with tying your shoes.  The first attempt,
however, can be a little tricky, particularly if the Guest resists."

In preparation for the demonstration, Norman turned Tamara around once
again.  This time he stood beside her so that he could still reach her
shapely little bottom.  In this manner, the professional man
maintained presence while the trainee readied himself for the task at
hand.

"When you are ready Nigel, I want you to hold the CAP in the palm of
your right hand."  The young candidate did as he was instructed.  Rob
produced a tube of lubricant from his kit at the back of his coverall.
"Lubrication is not mandatory, but in this instance, I am going to
recommend it," the Handler said, squeezing a small dollop onto the tip
of the device.  He replaced the lubricant into his belt pouch.  "Now
grasp the device by wrapping your thumb, second and little fingers
around its narrow section.  OK," Rob said checking the trainee's grip.
"Now I want you to extend your index and first fingers along the shaft
of the CAP.  It will look like you're giving a Cub Scout salute if you
get it right."  Seeing that Nigel was having some difficulty, Rob
helped him position his fingers correctly.  "During insertion, you
hold the CAP with the two extended fingers beneath it.  Like this,"
Rob explained.  Then he took Nigel by the wrist and rotated his hand
into the proper orientation.  "OK, when you're all set, Norman will
discontinue manual presence.  At that time, I want you first to
instruct Miss Ellis to spread her feet to shoulder width then press
the tip of the CAP Device against the very top of the cleft between
her buttocks."

"I'm ready," Nigel said confidently.  "Spread your feet to shoulder
width, please, Miss Ellis," the Handler Candidate said once Norman had
withdrawn his hand.  Rob was happy to see that the young man spoke
firmly but politely.  Nigel then took the girl by her left hip with
his free hand.  With the other he positioned the CAP as he'd been
instructed, then he hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

"OK.  Keeping the device parallel to the floor, as smoothly as
possible, slide the body of the CAP down her cleft, reaching as far
forward between her legs as you are able to.  Be sure to hold the
device parallel to the floor," Rob repeated for extra measure, "with
the tip angled slightly upward and pressed against her.  You should
pass over both her anal and her vaginal openings," the Handler
instructed.  "Once you have reached as far forward as you can between
her legs, reverse directions, drop your wrist slightly to increase the
angle of attack and pull the device back toward you.  We call this the
`Dip Down - Pull Back Maneuver'," the Handler/Instructor added.  "With
practice, you will be able to perform this procedure in one fluid
motion," Rob explained.  "You'll also learn to recognize her reactions
when the tip of the CAP passes over her openings.  You'll feel her
tense up slightly.  Just remember to keep the CAP parallel to the
floor, then on the `Pull Back' begin to press upward a bit harder.
"Pull Back' past her vaginal opening then push up firmly with the tips
of your extended fingers.  Using this technique, it's practically
impossible to miss.  If you maintain adequate upward pressure on the
barrel of the device with your fingers, the tip will automatically dip
into the anal opening," Rob instructed.  "If for some reason the
device should end up in her vagina, no real harm done.  Simply extract
it with your fingers and try again.  And don't forget to pay attention
to her reactions," Rob reminded his attentive student.  "Until you
gain some experience, you can slide your left hand farther forward off
her hip and onto the side of her belly," Rob told the younger man,
nodding toward Nigel's left hand.  "When the tip of the CAP drops into
her anal gateway, you'll feel her stomach muscles flex beneath your
finger tips.  It's a reflex reaction.  She can't prevent it from
happening," Rob assured the Handler Candidate.  Once the tip finds her
opening, all you have to do is transfer your grip back a little on the
barrel of the device, and send it home.  Even if she clamps down, the
design of the CAP will automatically dilate the sphincter.  A twist of
the wrist or two may be necessary in extreme cases, but otherwise
ingress is assured," Rob explained in an attempt to instill confidence
in the young Handler Candidate.  "Go for it!" Rob said.  "Dip Down -
Pull Back."

The procedure was actually much easier than it sounded.  Nigel felt
the teenager tremble slightly when he dipped the tip forward between
her muscular thighs.  He felt her tummy flex, just like Rob said it
would when he pulled back across her vaginal opening.  Then almost
like magic, he felt the tip of the CAP rise upward into the girl's
anal opening.  Nigel heard her inhale and hold her breath.  He dropped
his fingers back slightly on the barrel of the poised instrument then
pushed upward.  He felt a slight resistance just before her sphincter
fell to the assault on her gates, then the device slipped inside.  It
was as though her anatomy assisted him.  When she reflexively clamped
down on the tapered neck of the CAP,  Nigel felt the girl pull the
instrument up into herself.  When his palm came to rest against the
warm globes of her shapely buttocks, Nigel knew he'd succeeded.  He
stood up straight and smiled proudly in the direction of his
classmates.

"You see.  Nothing to it," Rob said after clapping Nigel on the back
good naturedly. "Now allow me to demonstrate what a lot of practice
will do for you."  Turning to Norman, Rob asked permission to remove
the girl's CAP once again.  After glancing in the direction of the
seated young men, Rob ordered the pretty blond to spread her feet to
shoulder width.  In a twinkling, the man in white coveralls held the
girl's CAP up in his hand.  No one had seen him do it.  Even Nigel who
stood just a few feet away missed it.  "Now watch closely," Rob
instructed his class.  Then to Tamara he murmured, "Just hold still
Miss Ellis."  As the young candidates looked on, Rob casually dropped
his hand behind the girl.  Two seconds later his hand was empty.  Only
the widening of Tamara's eyes and the momentary bulging out of her
flat tummy revealed the fact that Rob had CAP'd her.   Excited murmurs
and mutterings erupted from the class.  Rob had made his point.

"After lunch," Rob began once the noise subsided.  "I will provide the
class with a number of young Guests such that each of you will have a
chance to practice both measurement and insertion technique.  But for
now, we'll break for two hours.  Please be back here by 1330 hrs..
That is all, gentlemen," Rob said, dismissing the men.  

As the trainees were gathering their notebooks and other belongings,
Norman unexpectedly spoke up.  "Gentlemen, if anyone is interested, I
can use a couple of volunteers to attend to Miss Ellis for an hour or
so.  Her conditioning program dictates that she entertain a partner or
partners four times a day.  It'll be an unsupervised activity.  You
may use one of the Special Encounter Rooms, if you wish.  From what
I've heard, she's an acceptable lover, although I understand she lacks
vaginal muscle stamina."  Beside him, Tamara Ellis looked slightly
shocked, but knew better than to speak out of turn.  "Well, any
takers?" Norman asked as if he were passing out free tickets to the
county fair.  Two Handler Candidates stepped forward.  "Thank you,
gentlemen," Norman said.  "And when you're finished with her just
bring her back here.  I'll take care of getting her cleaned."

Tamara eyed the men warily.  One was an older man, perhaps twenty-five
years her senior.  The other looked to be approximately the same age
as her Primary Handler.  Mid-thirties perhaps.  As Tamara left Room
184 in the company of her two volunteers, one thing was certain, by
the time lunch was over she would know both of them a lot better.

Something was definitely going on up ahead.  The group of three young
men looked at one another questioningly as they continued up the long
main corridor.  

To all outward appearances the trio looked like graduate students on
their way to class.  All three men were in their early to mid
thirties.  Each carried a notebook under his arm.  Each had an intense
look about him, serious and studious.  But these were not ordinary
students, and this was no ordinary institution.

There was an intersection in the wide corridor a few yards distant,
and the loud commotion seemed to come from one of the divergent
hallways.  

A scream was heard, then a female voice shouted angrily, "Let me go
you bastards!"  The sounds of a pronounced struggle were followed by a
piercing shriek.  As the three young men arrived at the junction, they
looked to the right in the direction of the on-going pandemonium.  

The students' first impression as to the of the cause of all the
commotion was that of a veritable pile of writhing bodies, all arms
and legs.  Barely discernable in the center was a young blond girl of
indeterminate age.  The rest of the group was comprised of four young
men huddled around the girl.  One lay beneath her and the others stood
or stooped over her.

Nearby the animated group, stood another man dressed in the
distinctive white coveralls of a TYTC Handler, but this particular
individual exhibited a somewhat different demeanor.  Perhaps it was
the way he stood.  His posture bespoke sternness and authority.  He
watched the proceedings before him with analytical detachment as
though he were evaluating the performance of the men who attended to
the young female.  

He looked up as the trio of students approached.  "Can I help you,
gentlemen?" he asked cordially.  His indifference to what amounted to
a forcible rape right at his feet was astounding.  "You must be part
of the group of new Handler Candidates that arrived today," he said.

"Yes, sir," one of the young men answered.  Then he, like his two
companions, stared down at the scene on the floor.

"This is what we call a Group Corrective Opportunity or GCO,
gentlemen," the Senior Handler said with an indifferent chuckle.  He
always found it amusing to observe the reactions of new recruits upon
first witnessing many of the instructional techniques employed by The
Youth Training Center.  "Miss Randal here has been in our care for
almost two weeks, but she continues to be willful and contemptuous of
authority," the man explained.  We're simply offering her a little
encouragement and incentive to cooperate.

"Nnnno!  Get off of me you bastard!" the young woman cried
breathlessly.  "Mmmph..mmmph!" her grievance was abruptly cut off when
one of her four attendants shoved his sizeable manhood into her open
mouth.

From what the three candidates could tell it appeared the young blond
had a male appendage in all three of her available openings.  As they
looked on the three gentlemen who were actively engaged with the young
lady hammered away at her rather enthusiastically while a fourth stood
by awaiting an opening.  Although the candidates were afforded only
brief glimpses of the girl, she appeared to be fairly attractive.

Casey Randal was fifteen years old, and until two weeks ago she
enjoyed the carefree life of a typical teenage girl.  Her trim body
and exceptional good looks afforded Casey the luxury of having quite a
large entourage of eligible young men who actively sought her company.
Her parents just recently moved to the medium sized mid-western town
and enrolled their daughter in the local public high school.  The
curriculum being taught
there was a little behind that of the private eastern all girl's
school she'd come from, so Casey was advanced to the eleventh grade,
making her the youngest girl in the Junior Class.  

Not many months passed before Casey caught the roving eye of Mr.
Gerald Williams.  Mr. Williams was one of the Guidance Counselors at
the school and had been suspected in the past of fraternizing with his
students, although nothing was ever proven.  Mr. Williams had a way of
making the female students feel strangely uncomfortable in his
presence and as a result, most had learned to keep their
distance from him whenever possible.  All except for the "new kid on
the block".  

Using the pretense of advising Casey about her academic future, Mr.
Williams set up several meetings with the young girl.  At these
encounters Williams questioned the girl extensively regarding her
situation at home, her social life and of course, her scholastic
ambitions.  From this seemingly innocent line of questioning, Williams
determined that although the pretty teenager was the object of many a
young lad's dreams and desires, she made a habit of keeping to
herself.  In a very short period of time the guidance counselor was
able to establish a reasonably accurate schedule of the girl's comings
and goings, which he promptly turned over to the good people at The
Youth Training Center.  One week later Miss Casey Randal mysteriously
vanished.  An exhaustive investigation and search was conducted by
both local and state law enforcement agencies.  Even the FBI was
called in to assist in locating the missing girl, but to no avail. For
all intents and purposes Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal had disappeared
from the face of the Earth.

"Huh...Huh... Gnnnnnnn!" the pretty blond groaned loudly when one of
her lovers unleashed a virtual torrent of hot, viscous fluid into her
nether passage.  Then for extra measure he thrust himself into her
forcefully two or three more times, causing her to moan pitifully.

"Silence, young lady," Casey's lover said hoarsely as the last of his
offerings flowed into her.  "Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to," he said, quoting one of the TYTC Standards of Behavior. 
Carefully noting every nuance of the engagement, the senior man in
white looked for telltale signs of compliance and submission.  Not
finding what he sought, the Handler turned to the group of spellbound
trainees and said, "It seems Miss Randal could use a bit more
encouragement.  Would one of you gentlemen care to take a turn with
her?" he asked.

The three young men were speechless and stood staring dumbly at the
man for several seconds.  With a chuckle, the Attending Handler turned
and nodded to the members of the GCO who immediately began to
disengage themselves from the unhappy Miss Randal.  This took some
coordination.  First the man behind her dismounted, extracting nearly
ten inches of male appendage from the youngster's rear end.  At the
same time the cock was withdrawn from her mouth, leaving only the man
who lay beneath the girl still coupled with her vaginally.  When
everyone else was clear the last man skillfully rolled the young blond
over onto her back without disengaging himself from her.  Then he
proceeded to fuck the pretty little blond rather forcefully for
another couple of minutes until at last he delivered his seed into
her.  Soon thereafter the man dismounted and stood up between the
girl's legs.  He kept his eye on the recalcitrant beauty at his feet
while he replaced himself into his coveralls and zipped up, or down as
was the case.  The coveralls of a TYTC Handler have a double action
zipper, so that they can be zipped up or down as required.  

"Let's not be shy," the professional man said jokingly, addressing the
group of dumbfounded students.  He winked at the Senior Handler.
"This, after all," he said gesturing toward the girl on the floor, "is
why you are here.  Now who's it gonna be?"

At last, one of the trainees spoke up.  After eyeing the other two
students, he offered, "I'll do it."

"Very well," the Handler who'd just recently disengaged himself from
the pretty blond said.  Then looking down at the girl, he ordered,
"Miss Randal, I expect you to allow this young man to attend to you
now.  Do you understand?"  He waited for several moments, and when
there was no reply from the stubborn girl, he stated flatly, "Miss
Randal, we can do this the hard way or the easy way, but one way or
another, you are going to take this man as your lover.  Do I make
myself clear?  Answer me, young lady," the Handler added quite
harshly.  

Her facial expression portrayed her distress as Casey gazed up from
the floor at the dispassionate faces of the men standing over her. The
Handler who had remained kneeling at her shoulders smiled down at her,
patronizingly.  

Since being brought to this terrible place, Casey had been raped no
less than four to five times a day for the last two weeks.  You'd
think by now that she would be numb to the experience, but it was
somehow different with these men.  They seemed to know how to control
and direct her sexuality.  At the same time, their wicked attentions
both disgusted and excited her.  Casey knew that she'd been
given several specialized medications, and she suspected that one or
more of them might be responsible for the conflicting sensations and
emotions she felt, but she had no real way of knowing for certain.
They'd told her that one of the injections they gave her was a
contraceptive agent.  Casey sincerely hoped that was true.  She
couldn't imagine the horror of becoming pregnant with the spawn of one
of these demented monsters.  Yesterday, she'd actually had an orgasm
after being raped for nearly an hour.  The very thought of the
incident sickened her, but she could not deny that it had happened.
She'd done everything in her power at the time to disguise the signs
and symptoms from her defiler, but Casey suspected that the man knew
anyway.  

She'd been made to mount the man in the kneeling position facing him,
with her knees spread on either side of his hips.  He'd then lain
perfectly still, allowing her to bounce herself on his impaling
member.  When it happened, Casey had shuddered all over, but had
thankfully remained silent.

"How could I have done such a thing!" the pretty teenager had berated
herself for hours afterward.  She felt as if her own body had betrayed
her, and the emotional reverberations of the occurrence were utterly
soul rending.

Little did Casey know that with some subtle encouragement from the
designer drug Thelazine, she had merely borne out that which we know
to be true.  And that is that, "Given a suitable amount of sexual
impetus by a partner or apparatus, employing the proper techniques,
for an adequate period of time, any female, regardless of the
circumstances of her involvement, will eventually become an active and
willing participant in the association."  This precept is, of course,
the corner stone of The Youth Training Center's ideology.  It has been
and will continue to be proven time and again by countless young women
as they progress through their training.   

"Answer me, Miss Randal," the Attending Handler insisted, jolting
Casey out of the nightmares of the past, and back into the current
one.

"W...what?" she responded, confused.

"I asked you if you intend to cooperate and allow this gentleman to
attend to you.  By the way, what is your name, sir?" the Attending
Handler asked, turning to the volunteer-minded young man.

"R..Rick," the student Handler stammered.  

"Very well, Rick.  I want you to go ahead and take Miss Randal at your
leisure.  You may take as much or as little time with her as you wish.
If you prefer her in another position, on her knees for example, we
can arrange that.  If she decides not to cooperate or offers any kind
of resistance, she will be restrained for you.  Do you understand?"

The Handler Candidate looked from the face of the man dressed in white
down to the lovely young girl on the floor and then back up.  "I...I
guess so," he replied a bit sheepishly.

"Good," the Attending Handler said.  "Miss Randal, I must assume that
you intend to cooperate."  He glared down at the girl.  After a long
hesitation, she at last nodded her head meekly.

"Excellent," the Senior Handler who'd been monitoring the progression
of the exercise thought to himself.  "If she truly did cooperate, this
would be a first for this one, and a major turning point in her
conditioning program."

"How would you like her positioned, Rick?" the Attending Handler
asked.

"Like she is will be fine," the young man replied a bit more
confidently.

"Very well.  Please proceed," the older man instructed.

Rick was a little bashful at first about undressing before an
audience.  It reminded him of his college days and the one or two gang
bangs he'd attended.  Then as he looked down at the lovely young
brunette at his feet, his expression became hungrier.  He unbuckled
his trousers and dropped them to his ankles.  There was a pronounced
bulge in his jockey shorts as the young trainee kicked his feet out of
his pant legs then stepped between the teenager's calves.  Rick smiled
at the girl's reaction when he stripped off his underwear, revealing
his manhood to her.  He'd seen that same startled expression before.
Rick was rather well endowed.   The professional Handlers as well as
his colleagues in training looked on approvingly as Rick knelt between
Casey's knees, forcing her to spread her legs farther apart for
him.

Everything within Casey that was female cried out to rebel against
this latest attack upon her person, yet everything about her that was
female lay spellbound as she stared in stunned silence at the approach
of the titan.  She felt the man's knees press against the soft flesh
of her inner thighs coaxing them apart.  "Look at him, Miss Randal,"
Casey heard her Attending Handler command, but she could not tear her
eyes from the fleshy log that the man named Rick was about to serve up
to her.

"Huuuuhhhh," she huffed when what felt like a superheated billiard
ball pressed against her outer gates.  Casey forced herself to look up
at the young man's face, but her gaze was quickly drawn back downward
when she felt herself begin to dilate with alarmingly rapidity.

"Silence, Miss Randal!" the older Handler snapped.  Then he again
quoted.  "Guests shall remain silent while being attended to."  

Casey opened her mouth in a silent cry when she felt what could only
be described as the overwhelming process of male intrusion begin.
"Look at your lover, Miss Randal.  You know the rules," she was
instructed from above.  Although the teenager obediently faced her new
companion, her eyes would not focus on his face.  They were instead,
turned inward, "watching" as her lover inched his way into her. "Raise
your knees, Miss Randal," the Attending Handler said after he knelt
beside her right shoulder.  "Raise your legs up and angle your vagina
to better accept your lover," he coached more patiently when he
recognized the signs of "womb centering" on the girl's face.  She
exhibited that familiar expression of confusion and wonder.  Her eyes
were wide, glassy and unfocused.  "It's a little early for this," the
older professional man remarked to himself.  "Perhaps it's the
Thelazine."  He'd have to make a note in the young lady's file later
on.  Her knees came up.  

Rick had been with several women in his time, but this girl was by far
the youngest.  He'd often dreamed of lying with "jail bait", but had
never thought the possibility of prison time would be worth it.  Had
he known Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal back then, he might have
reconsidered.  This little girl was quite remarkable.  As her firm
thighs rose slowly on either side of his hips Rick felt her come into
alignment.  With only about two of his full eleven inch mass tucked
into her, Rick still had a lot to offer the teenager.  He gazed down
at her flushed face as he pumped his hips up and down quickly two or
three times, moving himself just inside of her entrance.  He was
rewarded with a look of curious concern on her pretty face.  Rick
paused briefly as he rocked his weight forward more onto his hands in
preparation for "launch".  Then with an unexpectedly vigorous thrust
of his hips, he propelled himself into the youngster, infusing her
completely with all that was male.  Rick's advance was accompanied by
the sweet sputtering sound of escaping compressed air chattering
between his impaling shaft and the clutching walls of Casey's vagina. 

"Uuhhhhhh!" the teenager exhaled violently.  Her eyes were the size of
dinner plates.  Casey had never experienced such abundance.  It felt
to her like the head of the man's penis was lodged in the back of her
throat.  

"Silence, Miss Randal!" the Attending Handler reminded the distracted
girl.  

Rick gazed down at the exquisite young lady beneath him.  She was
proving to be as dazzlingly lovely on the inside as she was on the
outside.  Rick enjoyed the entry process more than any other facet of
love making.  He loved to look into a girl's eyes and to see his
presence reflected therein.  He fully understood and heartily
agreed with the Center's rule about maintaining eye contact.  

Rick would later receive many hours of instruction, which would serve
to augment what he intuitively knew, and that was how vitally
important it is for the male to constantly monitor and control the
female's state of arousal during love making.  

At TYTC, we believe that control over the female of our species was
originally lost in the bedroom.  Sexual equity lead to sexual equality
which was simply never meant to be.  Holding true to this conviction,
The Youth Training Center adopted the philosophy that in order to
remedy and eventually reverse the downward slide into
gender equality, which we strongly believe will inevitably lead to
matriarchal dominance, the corrective measures taken must certainly be
sexual in nature.  Never in the long history of TYTC has a Guest ever
been struck or battered.  All disciplinary actions and corrective
measures are doled out sexually.

Rick was, at that very moment, reaping the benefits of this
philosophy.  As he pushed himself deeper into his young companion,
Rick experienced a different kind of thrill, knowing that he took the
girl against her will.  Whereas he'd always enjoyed the facial
expressions of his past consensual lovers during entry, Rick
experienced a new and astonishing silent rapport with this young lady.
The shared knowledge that while just moments ago she'd fought with a
lover who hadn't been of her choosing, and now she admitted him into
her depths, brought the two of them closer together.  Beneath the
glimmer of surprise and wonder in her brown eyes, lurked the certainty
that should she resist, she would be forced.  The conquered and the
conqueror.  The New Order had to begin somewhere, and each day at The
Youth Training Center these very same seeds of social stability were
being planted. 

Glancing downward, Rick noted that their pubic hairs were at last
intertwined.  Miss Casey Elizabeth Randal was fully involved.  She was
marvelously tight, and she treated Rick to some unintentional vaginal
calisthenics as her muscles contracted and relaxed fitfully.  Rick
also noticed an unfamiliar pressure against the under side of his
penis as he held himself inside of the young beauty for several
minutes while her body adjusted itself around him.  It was an odd
sensation.  

What Rick felt, of course, was Casey's C.A.P. Device.  In addition to
providing the young lady with a constant focal point of presence and
fulfillment, the dense composite device situated deeply in her anal
passage just millimeters away from her lover's penis, added a whole
new dimension to vaginal intercourse.  Rick, being unfamiliar with the
device and its potential, was not able to fully take advantage of
its capabilities.  Later, however, after more training and practice,
the young Handler Candidate would learn to how angle himself in such a
manner so as to provide a young lady with a breathtakingly thorough
experience.  At present, however, the young trainee had no working
knowledge of C.A.P. theory and practice.  He'd heard about the
program, but that was all.  Not sure exactly how to deal with the
foreign object, Rick began to move himself gingerly inside of the
tight young girl.  Casey looked up at the young student, her face
filled with concern.

The Attending Handler who crouched nearby immediately suspected the
reason behind the trainee's tentative efforts.  "Don't worry about her
CAP, Rick.  It will shift with your strokes," the older man assured
the Handler Candidate.  "Raise your knees up higher, please, Miss
Randal."

The slight change in her vaginal attitude allowed Rick to move even
deeper.  He felt the hard presence inside of the pretty teenager shift
and let him pass, just like the man promised.  His expression
brightened noticeably.

"You see.  What did I tell you," the Attending Handler exclaimed. "Now
let's see what you can do for her."  Rick nodded enthusiastically then
began to administer deeply penetrating thrusts to Miss Casey Randal.

She realized that once again she was being raped, but that fact didn't
seem to carry quite the weight it had just a few minutes ago.  In part
this was due to Casey's state of near exhaustion.  She'd entertained
two other lovers already that morning.  The relatively high dosage of
Thelazine that she was being given was also responsible for her
apparent lack of concern for her physical well being.  And then there
was the man's sheer size.

Prior to being brought to the Center, Casey led a somewhat prudish
life.  She enjoyed the attentions of the opposite sex, but only if
they kept their distance.  Casey had taken a lover when she was just
fifteen, but it had been a less than enriching experience for her, an
experience that she'd repeated on only one other
occasion thereafter.

The teenager's sex life made a radical change of course, however, the
very first day she arrived at TYTC.  In both quantity and diversity,
Casey now enjoyed the amorous attentions of the opposite sex on a
scale that most women many years her senior only dream about.  When
they dream about it, that is.  

Until this moment, however, no man had consumed her so completely. All
thoughts of resistance or revenge fled as Casey turned her mind's eye
to her spiritual center and the massive, throbbing presence that
alternately filled her then left her empty and crying to be refilled. 
"You're doing quite well, young man," the Attending Handler commented
from beside the loving couple.  "But pay close attention to your
Guest," he cautioned.  "She's already become 'womb centered', and if
you're not careful, you'll lose her."

"Huh... w...what?" Rick responded breathlessly.  

"Don't let her get ahead of you," the man tried to explain.  "You must
manage her state of arousal, if you intend to keep her attention.
Right now she's sliding inward, becoming wrapped around her uterus.
Soon she'll become completely mindless and unable to attend to your
wishes.  You need to slow your cadence for a time, then throw in a few
thrusts in rapid succession.  That'll keep her off balance," the more
experienced man coached.  

Rick was impressed.  These men had cultivated both a science and an
art around the sexual manipulation of the female of the species.  In
spite of his own rather advanced state of arousal, Rick listened to
the Attending Handler, then did as he suggested.  He noticed a
difference instantly.  The girl opened her eyes almost
immediately and gazed up at him questioningly.  

"There, you see," the man beside them said.  "You have her attention
back."  Rick nodded his understanding.  He moved himself slowly in and
out of the rippling vaginal passage of the highly aroused teenager.
Then like he'd been instructed, he thrust himself deeply into Casey
unexpectedly four times in rapid succession.  He felt the hard object
inside of her move aside just before the broad head of his penis
slammed against the toroidal shaped portal of her cervix.

"Huh...huh...huh...huh..." the teenager huffed in response to the
unanticipated internal pummeling.

"Silence, Miss Randal!" Rick said to her.  That got him a smile from
the Attending Handler crouched next to him.  

"Try angling yourself down a bit more to keep clear of her clitoris,"
the Handler advised after a minute or two.  "The one down side to the
missionary position is that if you're not careful, you can
inadvertently overstimulate her," he explained.  Her CAP will help a
lot with this problem, though, because if she in turn tries to angle
her hips downward in an attempt to align herself such that her
clitoris makes contact with you, her CAP will give her a good jab back
there.  It's a remarkable piece of engineering," he added proudly.  

The Senior Handler and Rick's fellow Handler Candidates looked on
approvingly while he attended to the young teenager.  Although Rick's
technique was a little unrefined, the more tenured Handler knew that
this young man held great promise.  He was demanding and intuitive.
Even though he was a rank novice, his timing was excellent.  The girl
was obviously confused and confounded as Rick deftly moved her from a
wide eyed state of intense concentration, her face a symphony of
concern and confusion, to that glassy eyed, muzzy condition indicative
of impending climax, only to jolt her back to "reality" with a good,
hard thrust of his hips.  Like an accomplished musician, Rick played
Casey Randal like a fine violin.  

Unbeknownst to anyone present that morning, Rick Adams would one day
become one of the most trusted and valued members of the TYTC family.
He would be personally responsible for the development of several bold
new approaches to feminine conditioning, and for many years he would
proudly wear the glowing white coveralls of a TYTC Senior Handler.

The pretty teenager was becoming bewildered.  As the Senior Handler
watched her closely, he observed her expression and the degree of
luster in her staring brown eyes.  The older man continued to be
impressed with the new candidate, feeling the young man could quite
possibly toy with the girl all morning if necessary.  Then abruptly,
the Handler Candidate halted in mid-stroke.  "I'm gonna cum," Rick
said, intuitively trying to keep his voice steady.  The girl gazed up
at him with a hazy expression of understanding.  Although the thought
of yet another stranger unloading his disgusting bodily fluids into
her was repugnant to Casey, she was too far gone to exhibit any signs
of resistance.  She closed her eyes and prepared to accept Rick's
seed.  

"Open your eyes, and look at your lover, Miss Randal," the Attending
Handler cautioned.  Casey did as she was told.  "Feel free to
inseminate her, young man," he told Rick.  "She's been chemically
sterilized temporarily until such a time as we wish for her to
conceive," the man explained.  Nodding his understanding, Rick
delivered only two more thrusts to the young girl before delivering
his offering deep into her interior.  The young candidate didn't know
it at the time, but his technique was flawless.  He'd managed to
control his own ardor as well as his partner's, keeping her off
balance until he was ready.  Then with the girl still significantly
well removed from orgasm, Rick inseminated her.

At TYTC, we believe the female orgasm should be used as a tool.  By
allowing it or withholding it, the female can be monitored and
regulated.  During the course of their training, the group of Handler
Candidates would become thoroughly acquainted with and adept at the
management of feminine arousal and climax.  

Casey shuddered noticeably when she felt the man's liquid heat flow
into and around the myriad of fluffy convolutions of her vaginal
lining.  She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Miss Randal," Rick spoke sternly to
his distraught young companion. "And remain silent until I'm finished
with you."  His statement of authority gained Rick the respect and
admiration of the Handlers present that morning as well as that of his
peers.  

Soon thereafter, Rick dismounted the girl, leaving her filled yet
unfulfilled.  While Rick buttoned up his trousers, the Attending
Handler asked if anyone else wanted to take a turn.  Sadly, the other
two students were forced to decline his kind offer.  Although the
three of them had received a reasonably good education there in the
hallway, there was a great deal more for the young men to learn, and
they had a class to attend in ten minutes.  Before they left, however,
the Senior Handler complimented Rick on his performance, telling him
that he'd handled himself and the girl like a true professional.  Rick
fairly beamed with pride as he and his colleagues turned and headed
off down the wide corridor toward a new destiny. 
 

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