Re-educating Sandra
(M+/f+, nc, teen, ped, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"Who do you people think you are, bringing me here against my will?" Sandra Michelle Hickerson hissed. The fourteen-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 Hickerson. All in good time," the man said returning her rage with a calm voice and deliberate gaze.

"All in good time, my ass," Sandra 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."

Mike Knox 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. Knox 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 Sandra Hickerson as a challenge.

The freshman coed had been abducted from her dormitory room by the YREF staff at the request of her current boyfriend. The young man had heard about The Facility from the father of a good friend. Sandra 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, Sandra's suitor had listened with growing interest about The Facility and its unique services. So it was that he'd arranged to have Sandra admitted to YREF. He had expressed his desire that Sandra 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 Sandra was cheating on him.

Mike Knox sat appraising his latest inductee, beginning to wonder if perhaps he'd made a mistake in admitting a girl Sandra's age. Usually The Facility dealt with young ladies in their early teenage years and younger. Girls in these age groups had proven to be more malleable. The Facility 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 Sandra's conditioning program and appoint just the right individual to help her to adjust to her new life as a Guest at The Facility. Then another thought occurred to Knox.

For months now the Facility's Research Department had been involved in the development of a new designer drug. The reports that Knox 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 Kletarin (kletarizine), street-named "roofies," "roachies," "rophies," "ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha," "rope," and "the forget pill." (Kletarin is manufactured by the pharmaceutical company F. Hoffmann-La Roche). Kletarin 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 Facility'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 Facility'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, Mike Knox leaned back in his leather chair and clasped his hands beneath his chin, in thought. He did not look at Sandra, 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, Knox made his decision. Looking up at Sandra Hickerson, Mike Knox, Headmaster of The Youth Re-education Facility, Inc., said calmly, "Please be seated, Miss Hickerson, and I shall endeavor to answer your questions." When the attractive girl refused his offer, Knox 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 Mick in, and have him fetch two assistants, please." He leaned back in his seat. He looked up at Sandra, 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 Hickerson?" Knox asked politely.

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

Knox held up a hand saying in a slightly more exasperated tone, "A moment, please, Miss Hickerson. In a very short time, everything will be made abundantly clear to you." Then as the door to his office opened, Mike Knox nodded saying, "Ah, here we are." Sandra 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 Sandra realize at the time that this man would become a pivotal character in her life. "Miss Hickerson, I would like for you to meet Mick," Mike Knox said by way of introduction. "Mick, this is Miss Sandra Hickerson."

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

In response, Knox said, "Please be seated, Miss Hickerson." This time however, it was not a request. When Sandra chose to remain standing out of shear defiance, Knox looked at the two silent attendants who stood beside the door and nodded. To Sandra'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!!!" Sandra sputtered. "Let go of me you gorillas!" she barked, shooting a fiery look in Knox's direction.

Without the slightest hint of emotion, Knox leaned back in his chair. Then while the two burly attendants held Sandra in her seat Mike Knox considered her with a cold, appraising stare. Sandra 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 Mike Knox began, "Miss Hickerson, first I want to formally welcome you to The Youth Re-education Facility."

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

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

Sandra'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. Sandra 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 Mike Knox. Bristling, Sandra spat, "I don't know who you are or what this... this re-education facility 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 Sandra's threats had come out a lot more hollow sounding than she'd hoped.

Mike Knox 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 Facility, 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 Sandra then turned to the one named Mick and said, "You may begin."

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

Sandra looked up at the man questioningly an instant before being forcibly pulled to her feet. Knox returned to his seat as the man named Mick stepped between Sandra and the desk. Then after a nod from Mick, the two burly men each grabbed one of Sandra's arms in their bear-like grasps. With a totally neutral expression on his face, Mick produced a pair of EMT shears from a small belt scabbard then stepped up toe to toe with Sandra. So close was he, that she could smell the tobacco on his breath. He stared directly into Sandra'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.

Sandra 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 Sandra's firm, but not overly large breasts jiggled invitingly, suddenly set free in the cool room air. In a period of perhaps thirty seconds, Sandra Hickerson found herself stripped to the waist by the silent and efficient man.

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

Mike Knox sat gazing at the naked and astonished girl held firmly in the grasps of his two large associates. Sandra 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 Sandra'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.

Sandra 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!!" Sandra groaned.

Unnoticed, by the stunned girl, Mick knelt beside and behind Sandra. 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, Sandra failed to resist in time, and as a result, Mick's long, middle finger traveled unopposed deep inside her.

"Oh, Jesus! Owww! Nnn!!" Sandra 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 Mick began to probe the tender tissues of her rectum with his finger. Sandra 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. Mick followed Sandra's every move as he calmly went about exploring her interior. "Ugghh, God!" Sandra cried when Mick started to slowly twist his finger inside of her. Outrage and humiliation surged through Sandra as she was forced against her will to endure being handled in such a demeaning manner by total strangers.

Seated behind his desk, Mike Knox 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. Sandra was at this very moment receiving her first lesson in submission and obedience.

It had long been a belief of Knox's that the fastest way to a girl's heart is through her back door. For this reason, all new inductees at The Facility are entered anally by their primary Handler as soon as possible, and wherever possible in public. Later today, Mick would no doubt see to it that Sandra 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 Re-education Facility, Sandra Hickerson 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 re-education young women at The Facility is largely attributable directly to the C.A.P. Program.

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

Mike Knox cleared his throat. Immediately the man's finger stopped moving but remained inside of Sandra. "Can I assume that I now have your undivided attention, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra squared her shoulders and glared back at Knox in silence in spite of her utterly undignified situation.

Knox nodded toward Mick.

"Owww!" Sandra 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 Hickerson," Knox said, waiting patiently. Mick began to move his finger in and out of Sandra again. "I'm waiting, Miss Hickerson!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Sandra regained her feet, Mike Knox began, "Miss Hickerson it is painfully evident to me that you are the type of girl who believes that the world revolves around herself." Sandra did her best to recover her composure, but with the man named Mick'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. Knox smiled benignly at her obvious discomfort. Continuing with his speech as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring, Knox 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..." Sandra began to object.

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

"You were sent to us, Miss Hickerson by someone very close to you. Someone who no longer wishes to tolerate your attitude of self-righteous, arrogance. At The Facility, we believe that this is hardly the proper attitude for a young lady to maintain." He paused to let Sandra digest what he'd said thus far. While he watched, he saw the stunned disbelief spread across her features. She shifted her hips. Mick's hand followed. Before Sandra could interrupt, Knox 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 Hickerson." Knox nodded in Mick's direction. Sandra glanced down in humiliation at the man kneeling beside her. He returned her gaze with an even stare then wiggled his finger once. Sandra winced, shutting her eyes in shame. "We refer to Mick as your Principal. You may think of him as your spiritual guide during your re-education. You and Mick, Miss Hickerson, will become very close indeed."

Sandra stared at the floor, utterly humiliated.

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

"Ohhh!" Sandra gasped as Mick again demonstrated his prowess for manual exploration.

"Another cardinal rule here, Miss Hickerson 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 Sandra raised her eyes to his. The look she gave Knox could have melted pig iron. Returning her obvious hatred with a condescending smile, Knox said, "That's much better, Miss Hickerson. 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 re-education program. I don't expect I'll see you again for a few weeks, and when I do, I hope to see a new Sandra Hickerson." Sandra 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, Mike Knox continued, "Mick 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 Hickerson," Knox then said by way of dismissal.

Mike Knox took no further notice of Sandra, but rather began to shuffle through some of the veritable mountain of paper work that cluttered the top of his desk. Sandra couldn't believe her ears. She stood in shock for a moment staring at the top of Mike Knox'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. Sandra 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.

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

"Alright," Sandra 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 Sandra feel strong and confident again. The feeling did not last long.

Mick glared up at Sandra for several minutes, his dark eyes conveying in no uncertain terms his displeasure. "Very well, then, Miss Hickerson," he said at last. "We'll do it the hard way. Gentlemen..." Before Sandra 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. Mick adroitly followed her every move with his hand. As the trio marched from Mike Knox's office, Mick's middle finger was still firmly sheathed in Sandra's anal passage. Her initial interview at The Youth Re-education Facility was complete.

Once outside the Headmaster's office, Sandra 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, Sandra was quickly ushered to an odd looking chair in the facility 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 Facility 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, Sandra found herself secured to the device in a matter of minutes. Through the entire restraint process, Mick somehow managed to keep his finger inside the young blond beauty, and now stood, with his hand between Sandra's distended thighs, gazing down at her. Mick moved his finger slowly in and out of Sandra, watching her closely. Sandra winced and groaned softly, but otherwise remained silent, waiting.

Having fulfilled their duties, the two large attendants exited the room, leaving Sandra alone with her Principal. Sandra 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, Mick extracted his finger from Sandra'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 Sandra would soon come to find out, it would be one of the last.

Mick stepped between, Sandra'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 Hickerson. I expect you to remain silent during the entire procedure, unless you are asked a direct question." Sandra 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 Mick returned her outburst with nothing more than a condescending smirk, Sandra 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. Sandra 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 Sandra's right nipple and areola. There he swirled two fingers over the tender pink flesh before grasping Sandra's nipple and pinching brutally. The unexpected assault had the desired result, causing Sandra to shriek. Her body writhed as the man continued to apply twisting pressure to the sensitive organ. When at last he released her, Sandra 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, Mick continued, "As I was saying, Miss Hickerson. We are going to proceed with the examination now." Then returning his hand to Sandra's tender breast, he squeezed the shapely organ gently. Sandra 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 Hickerson," he gradually increased the pressure on Sandra's breast. As Sandra's face began to register the slowly escalating aching pain, Mick asked in a sterner tone of voice, "Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra 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 Mick, because he immediately released his hold on Sandra'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," Mick thought, returning his hand to Sandra'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, Mick 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 Facility. You are expected to obey this and all rules during your stay with us, Miss Hickerson. Do I make myself clear?" Mick leaned forward, resting his elbows casually on Sandra's knees which lay bound in the restraining cradles of the Cooperation Seat. When Sandra only glared at him in reply, Mick went on. "I'll take that as a ‘Yes," then. OK, we'll proceed. This examination will be very thorough, Miss Hickerson 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 Hickerson." He pushed himself back then stepped from between her legs. Sandra stared at him suspiciously.

Picking up a clipboard from a side table, Mick began the interview portion of the exam. "Are you experiencing any health problems at this time?" He peered over the clipboard at Sandra. Sandra 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. Sandra was a wholesome girl who prided herself on her self control and of the company she kept. "Very good, Miss Hickerson. Your cooperation is appreciated." He scribbled several notes on his pad.

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

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

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

Silence...

Mick, keeping his eyes locked onto Sandra'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, Mick slid his finger into the only slightly moist valley between her resilient vulva. Sandra groaned almost inaudibly and closed her eyes when his finger touched her intimate flesh. After only a brief search Mick found the girl's vaginal portal and entered her as effortlessly and nonchalantly as if he had been Sandra's long time friend and partner.

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

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

Sandra 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," Sandra was forced to endure several minutes of Mick'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, Sandra noticed that Mick's finger glistened already with her own silky, natural lubricant. Sandra was mortified.

Without so much a glance in her direction, Mick picked up his clipboard and made a couple of notations. Sandra lay there exposed and vulnerable, her breathing rapid and thready from the trauma of the man's most recent invasive act. Silently Mick 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. Sandra 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 Sandra's left hip.

"Owww!" she squeaked to Mick'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!" Sandra entreated.

"Snick.."

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

When he returned to the side of the chair, Mick informed Sandra in an unemotional tone. "I have determined that you are or at least have been sexually active, Miss Hickerson, and I have just administered a dose of our special contraceptive." Sandra's mouth fell open in shock. "It's a rather unique drug, Miss Hickerson," Mick 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." Mick 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?" Sandra asked nervously.

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

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

Turning back to Sandra Mick then said, "I am going to examine you now, Miss Hickerson, 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." Sandra returned his stare as evenly as she could, trying to be brave. From the instrument tray, Mick took a chemical cold pack. Then after crushing it, he shook the pack and placed it quickly over Sandra's left nipple, causing her to gasp. "I know it's cold, Miss Hickerson. Please hold very still for a moment while I measure the size of your nipples." While he held the cold pack over Sandra'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 Sandra's dismay, one fully erect pink nipple. Mick 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 Hickerson. At what age did you lose your virginity and how many lovers have you entertained since that time?"

Sandra 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 Mick 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 Mick again removed his hands from Sandra's breasts and made some more notes on his pad. Sandra was practically in shock. Never before in her life had she been subjected to such indignities. She felt light headed.

"Miss Hickerson. Miss Hickerson," Mick 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."

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

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

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

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

After a groan due to the most recent invasion of her person, Sandra said with a slight gasp. "Thirteen. I was thirteen, OK!" She expected some sort of derogatory remark, and was surprised when Mick 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 junior year high school trigonometry teacher, whom she'd bribed for a grade with one afternoon of sex. The entire affair had been repugnant to Sandra, but it was that very occasion that she discovered just how many doors she could open with the right "incentive." Then Sandra caught herself. "What was she doing?" she thought. "Why am I cooperating with this deviant?" Sandra made a silent vow not to answer any more of his questions.

"Three lovers. Thank you, Miss Hickerson," Mick said, jotting on his pad. He reached down and withdrew the thermometer from Sandra. Holding it up to the light, Mick read the tiny scale and noted the reading in his log. "And what sort of sexual experiences have you had, Miss Hickerson?" 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?" Mick rattled off the humiliating questions as if he were asking Sandra what her favorite color was or what kind of car she drove. Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra's defiance, Mick warned, "If you do not answer, Miss Hickerson, 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, Sandra decided reluctantly to cooperate. Mick 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. Sandra 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?" Mick probed after a moment.

Sandra looked away, angered and embarrassed. "No way she'd let any guy take her ‘back there,'" she thought. Sandra 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. Sandra shook her head in response to Mick's question.

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

She was looking away from him and thus Sandra didn't see Mick reach between her legs again. Sandra jumped within the limits of the restraints when Mick once again cupped her pussy. When the girl snapped her head around to glare at him, Mick returned Sandra'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. Sandra looked away, humiliated.

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

Sandra'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 Mick ignored her threats and continued to apply pressure to her tender feminine flesh.

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

Sandra 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!" Sandra broke down and cried after another thirty seconds of pure agony.

"Disrespect and disobedience will not be tolerated, Miss Hickerson. From this point onward such instances will be dealt with harshly." Sandra's entire body convulsed from the pain as Mick 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. Mick stared into Sandra's blue eyes for several seconds before at long last, he removed his hand from between her legs.

Sandra 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, Sandra tensed. Then she remembered. Quickly she opened her eyes and gazed into those of her Handler. For this, Sandra received an nod of approval from Mick who then reached farther down between her legs and extracted the thermometer from her vagina.

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

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

"But all in due time," Mick then said turning to the instrument tray again. "Right now we need to take a few more measurements." When he turned back, Sandra gasped when she saw what Mick held in his hands. Sandra 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 Facility's technical staff. At first glance it appears to be nothing more than an elongated phallus approximately one inch in diameter and fourteen 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," Sandra pleaded as Mick stepped between her legs. "I'll do anything you want. Anything," Sandra said, looking Mick 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 Hickerson. I know you will," Mick said with a smile as he carefully slipped the tip of the vaginal micrometer between Sandra's dark, pink inner labia.

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

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

Sandra tried her best to look at Mick'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!" Sandra groaned as smooth plastic device traveled effortlessly into her. Had she had the presence of mind to notice, Sandra might have been surprised at just how well lubricated she was.

That fact certainly hadn't escaped the observant eye of her Handler. Mick had made another mental note to later be transferred to Sandra's permanent file. "Sandra Hickerson appears to self-lubricate adequately, even under duress. The Thelazine appears to be working," he'd later write. Mick 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, Mick paused, twisted then withdrew the shaft about two inches. He felt Sandra squeeze, in an attempt to force the foreign object from within her. Placing the palm of his left hand flat down on Sandra's tummy, Mick moved the shining cylinder in and out a couple of inches in four or five relatively rapid strokes. He felt Sandra's abdominal muscles flex in time beneath her soft, warm belly. "Good muscular response," he noted.

"Ohhhhh..." Sandra moaned.

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

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

"I was hoping this would go easier," Mick 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 Sandra's vagina through rows of tiny contacts along the length of the vaginal micrometer.

Sandra 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 Mick would later demonstrate, but it could also be used for disciplinary purposes. Sandra just found that out. Mick let her body settle back into the cradle of the chair before pressing the button again.

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

This time, as the teenager's back arched, Mick 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, Mick caused the tip of the device to arrive at the very end of Sandra's birth canal just as her hips settled back into the seat.

"Eight and a half inches. Not bad for a first effort," Mick remarked. Then he repeated himself for Sandra's benefit. "Eight and a half inches, Miss Hickerson."

"Wha... what?" Sandra 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 Sandra's face. "Let's see if you can manage any more, shall we" he suggested pleasantly.

Before Sandra 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 Mick returned the device to its only recently evacuated sheath in one swift motion. Sandra actually saw her tummy bulge outward before she returned her gaze to her Handler's face. She was learning quickly.

Using his left thumb, Mick found the small hood of skin that covered the highly sensitive organ at the very top of Sandra's vaginal valley. Deftly pushing the tiny membrane back, he exposed her clitoris. Mick 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, Sandra endeavored to keep her eyes fixed on those of the man who fucked her with the specialty device. Mick 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 Sandra 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 Sandra's body to betray her conscious mind. As Mick had witnessed time and time again, that is exactly what was happening to the pretty blond at this very moment. Unbeknownst to Sandra her body was actually beginning to welcome each thrust of the hard plastic device. Mick deemed her ready when at last she started to squeeze the micrometer upon egress rather than on ingress. Sandra was fucking back.

In his experience, which was considerable, Mick 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 Sandra Hickerson' case, however, Mick 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, Mick 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 Sandra when Mick suddenly shoved the vaginal micrometer deeply into her, pushing hard against the resistance of what proved to be her cervix. As Sandra's back arched once more in response, Mick 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 Sandra's hips rose upward, Mick 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, Sandra Hickerson 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 Sandra, Mick 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 Sandra's vaginal muscles during the period when Mick 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.

Mick frowned at these numbers. Although Sandra appeared capable of handling a sizeable lover, she lacked the muscular discipline that could only come with practice and re-education. Sandra Hickerson would soon receive plenty of re-education and practice in the Facility's Gymnasium in addition to actual "sack time" with no less than two lovers per day.

Satisfied with the data, Mick removed the probe from Sandra's vagina. The teenager groaned. "You will be happy to know, Miss Hickerson, 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, Sandra simply glared at Mick. "Great!" she thought. "I'm thrilled."

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

Sandra 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 Sandra 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, Mick felt he'd better get started. There was no time like the present to help Sandra in her first step toward gaining a new outlook on her femininity. Having replaced the vaginal micrometer in the instrument tray, Mick remained standing between Sandra's legs. The young blond jumped when he slipped the tip of his middle finger between her labia. "I apologize, Miss Hickerson," he began as he rubbed his finger slowly up and down between Sandra's pussy lips. Sandra 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 Hickerson, as I'm sure the Headmaster pointed out to you." Without so much as altering his tone of voice, Mick slipped his finger, pre-moistened with Sandra'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 Mick 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!" Sandra 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," Mick explained while he continued to search with his finger. This particular procedure had to be the most humiliating for Sandra. She thought she would simply die. Mick went on with his lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening, "Once your CAP device is fitted and inserted, Miss Hickerson, it will become a part of your anatomy. I am the only person authorized to remove it." Sandra grunted when Mick 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.." Sandra huffed.

"Before we attempt a fitting, though, we'll need to clean you out a bit, Miss Hickerson." With growing horror, Sandra watched while Mick 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 Hickerson?" Sandra 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 Sandra's exposed bottom. "Let's see how you do with your first one," Mick said as without delay he inserted the plastic applicator tip into Sandra.

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

"Open your eyes, please Miss Hickerson and look at me," Mick 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 Sandra Hickerson' bowel. He watched tears begin to form in her clear blue eyes as the internal pressure started to mount. Mick 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, Mick waited for a minute or two then quickly extracted the applicator tip from Sandra's rectum.

"Oh, God, no!" Sandra moaned in utter humiliation as the contents of her bowels emptied noisily into the tub beneath the "Cooperation Seat." After a minute, Mick 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."

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

Another specialized design by The Facility, 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 Mick held in his hand was a formidable looking device to say the least. A sense of dread fell over Sandra just looking at it. "Is he gonna put that thing into me?" her mind screamed.

As if to answer her mental cry, Mick held up the device for her inspection. "I want you to have a good look at this, Miss Hickerson. 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.

Sandra 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 Mick held in front of Sandra 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," Mick said. He loved this part. While Sandra 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." Mick unexpectedly placed the tip of the device to Sandra's mouth. Instinctively she jerked her face away. "Turn back and look at me, young lady," Mick ordered sternly.

"Noo," Sandra whined.

Mick reached between her thighs.

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

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

"Open your eyes!" Mick snapped.

Sandra did as she was told instantly.

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

"Oh, God!" Sandra moaned again.

Disregarding the pretty blond's cries, Mick slowly slid the tip of the tiny tormentor down the facility of Sandra'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 Mick moved the tip slowly through Sandra's soft, blond curls, over her pubic bone and into the moist valley of pleasure between her thighs. "Sandra Hickerson, I am very happy to be the one to welcome you the ranks of The Youth Re-education Facility," her Handler said. He then pushed the tip ever so slowly into Sandra's vaginal opening.

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

Mick 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 Sandra thought she'd faint. First came the sensation of stretching. It stung like hell. Sandra 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. Sandra felt her thigh muscles twitch and tremble uncontrollably as the swollen facility section of her CAP device entered then filled her.

The feeling of fullness and pressure suddenly called up an unbidden memory for Sandra. It was of her most recent and still secret lover, Emilio. She'd met the boy quite by accident and was certain that Nat, her steady boyfriend, had no idea of their clandestine relationship. At first Sandra had felt guilty about cheating on Nat, but quickly decided that what Nat didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Nat was a sweet guy, Sandra thought, but sometimes she felt she needed more excitement. The way the young Latin stared at her, gave Sandra that feeling of power like Nat was never able to do. Emilio was two years her junior and was completely enamored with Sandra. 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 Sandra off guard, and causing her to react in a most unseemly manner, but Sandra was soon able to gain control. Now she could have the young man at will. So at least once a week, Sandra was in the habit of stopping by Emilio's apartment on her way home to Nat. At least once a week, Nat was told "she had a headache."

"Huh... huh... huhh," Sandra 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, Mick said, "There we are, Miss Hickerson. Your CAP device is in place." Sandra sat breathing heavily as she stared him. She sincerely hoped that the hatred she felt for him showed on her face. Indifferent to Sandra's hostile glare, Mick 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 Hickerson," he said. As he spoke he pushed in sharply on the end of the impaling device. Sandra'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 Hickerson?" Grasping its ever so slightly exposed end, Mick rotated the CAP device slowly back and forth.

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

Sandra Hickerson 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 Hickerson," Mick demanded.

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

"That's very good," Mick said releasing his hold on the impaling plug. "I expect you to observe the two cardinal rules of The Facility, 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."

Sandra 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. Sandra, 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 Facility in their early days of conditioning. Some day, Sandra 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.

Mick 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 Sandra's bare feet to the floor. "Very well, Miss Hickerson, I believe it's time for you to join our family." He then took Sandra by her wrists and pulled her to her feet.

"Oww!" Sandra 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 Sandra 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, Mick said, "You will soon become accustomed to your CAP device, Miss Hickerson. Now kindly follow me." Without waiting for a reply, Mick took Sandra 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. Sandra was forced to waddle painfully along behind. She was mortified. It wasn't until Mick actually opened the door and was in the process of leading her out into the hallway that Sandra suddenly became acutely aware of her nudity.

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

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

"I... I...," Sandra 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. Sandra shrank back into the Fitting Room.

Just then Sandra's Principal did something totally unanticipated. Sandra had expected harsh words, but instead, Mick 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. Sandra tried to turn away but was quickly jerked back to face the two approaching attendants. Mick swatted Sandra's hand aside when she again tried to cover herself. "Gentlemen, I want you to meet Sandra Hickerson." Placing a hand around the back of her neck, Mick pulled the mortified young blond forward. Then, forcing Sandra to step up beside him, Mick dropped one hand to her shoulder and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Sandra thought she would die as the two men looked her up and down, their eyes stopping in all the right places. "Miss Hickerson is a new member of our family. She's just now been fitted with her CAP device." Sandra stood, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as the two men continued to stare at her body appraisingly. She felt Mick's grip tighten slightly on her shoulder as the man named Kevin stepped closer. Sandra's initial instinct was to lower her gaze, but in part remembering her re-education 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 Sandra's eyes. "A little old for the program isn't she?" He glanced quickly at Mick then back.

Sandra gritted her teeth, forcing back the urge to speak. "Too old!" her outraged thoughts screamed. Sandra 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, Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra'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 Mick mater-of-factly.

Reflexively, Sandra 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 Sandra's butt went backward, Mick pressed sharply against the end of the anal appliance with his finger tips. The net effect was to force Sandra to move herself forward against the other man's hand on her sex. Sandra groaned softly as Mick started to rotate the end of her CAP slowly while Kevin continued his fondling.

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

While Sandra'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 Sandra's eye and smiled as he flicked his thumb across her nipple. "Usually they start to sag when they get older." Sandra turned beet red with embarrassment and angered.

"How old is she?" Kevin asked. As he did, he reached his hand father between Sandra'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," Mick answered as he pushed against Sandra'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 Sandra'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!" Sandra screamed suddenly. At the same time, she jerked her hips violently to the side, momentarily freeing herself from both Kevin's and Mick'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, Sandra 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 Dirk yet, Mick?"

"No, I thought I would introduce her around first. She'll have an appointment with Dirk 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 Sandra'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?"

Sandra spit in his face then jerked her face away.

Kevin didn't say a word. He looked over at Mick and raised his eyebrows. Mick simply nodded. Things happened pretty quickly after that. The man named Bob crouched down and grabbed Sandra around her knees. Mick took hold of her arms above the elbows while Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist. Sandra 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 Mick knelt down and pinned her arms above her head. Sandra 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 fourteen 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 Sandra's ankles. Sandra 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, Sandra found her legs held widely apart by the unyielding tubular device. When Sandra tried to move, Bob placed his foot in the facility of the shaft, pinning her ankles to the floor.

"Come on, you guys, you can't be serious," Sandra began to rationalize when Kevin stood and unzipped his trousers. Sandra'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.." Sandra 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.

Sandra'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 Sandra 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, Mick knelt, gazing down at her.

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

"No, pleeese," Sandra cried. She stared down in horror as Kevin began to hunt with the head of his penis for her vaginal opening. Sandra 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.

Mick's face swam back into focus as Sandra felt something hot and smooth press against her. She jerked her hips back and down instinctively trying to escape. "Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Sandra heard her Principal say as if from a great distance. Unconsciously she did as she was told. Gazing upward, Sandra Hickerson' 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 Sandra in one smooth motion.

"Ahhhh...huhhh," Sandra 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 Hickerson," Mick 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.

Sandra'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 Sandra for the moment.

"Raise your knees, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered, repeating her lover's request. "You must adjust your vaginal angle to better accept Kevin's penis. Concentrate, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered from just above her flushed face. As if in a trance, Sandra 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 Sandra's breath was knocked out of her when Kevin took advantage of her more accessible position and rammed himself deeply into her. "Concentrate, Miss Hickerson. This is not a drill," Mick said. "Try squeezing with your vaginal muscles on the withdrawal and relax on the thrust."

Somewhere in her subconscious, it registered to Sandra that she was being coached during her rape. The entire affair simply defied imagination. Her lover continued to take Sandra 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 Sandra Hickerson was inseminated for the first time during her stay at The Youth Re-education Facility.

Sandra's mind was blank from shock as she lay accepting the offering of the twitching penis in her depths. Then suddenly he was gone. Sandra tried to move her aching thighs together but was of course prevented from doing so by the ankle bar. In a state of confusion, Sandra 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, Sandra Hickerson was systematically raped by no less than four enthusiastic volunteers.

During the ordeal, Sandra had come very close to orgasm on more than one occasion. After her second lover had delivered his seed into Sandra, Mick noticed that the young blond's neck and shoulders were becoming noticeably flushed. During her third, Sandra'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, Mick instructed his staff members not to allow the young girl to climax. He wanted Sandra's first sexual experience at The Facility to be thoroughly unsatisfying. In particular since it was being administered as a corrective measure.

Sandra Hickerson whimpered when she felt another load of hot fluid spread through her belly. As the last man's penis slipped from inside of her, Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra's ankles and collapsed his restraint device. As if from a great distance Sandra heard Kevin's voice speaking with Mick.

"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."

Sandra 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, Sandra felt someone take hold of her wrists. "Come, along, Miss Hickerson," Mick said as he drug the woozy blond to her feet. Taking Sandra by her shoulders he turned her to face him. "Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Hickerson. Insolence is dealt with quickly and surely here." Sandra looked away. She was totally drained of emotion. "Look at me when I speak to you, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. Placing his fingers beneath her chin, he brought Sandra'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 Sandra by the hand, Mick again led his charge down the long hallway. Sandra'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, Sandra thought she heard a cry, but it was heavily muted. The sound insulation at The Facility was excellent. Other people passed. Some were single men dressed in the distinctive white coveralls worn by the Handlers and attendants. Sandra also saw one or two couples, usually consisting of a Handler leading a younger female. All of the girls Sandra saw looked to be younger that she. At last Mick halted her in front of a heavy wooden door marked "Bath."

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

Mick opened the door and led her inside, closing it behind them. At first Sandra 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, Sandra 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 Sandra by the wrist, Mick pulled the confused girl into the room. Sandra was still searching the walls for a doorway that might lead to the shower area when Mick said, "Please step across the canal with one foot, Miss Hickerson. I want you to straddle the water flow."

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

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

Sandra 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," Sandra whispered.

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

Sandra 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, Sandra was a fairly miserable girl.

Just then a door at the back of the room that Sandra 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. Sandra turned to her Principal in confusion, but soon found out what the program would be.

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

From the facility of the row of benches a young man rose and walked toward Sandra and Mick. "Oh, God!" Sandra 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 Sandra watched with growing misgivings, Mick and the young man named John took up positions on either side of her.

Mick stepped behind Sandra and without a word of warning, grasped the protruding end of her CAP device then withdrew the apparatus from the confines of Sandra's rectal passage. Sandra gasped in surprise and relief. Mick then said in a loud enough voice so that everyone in the audience could hear, "If you need to relieve yourself, Miss Hickerson, 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."

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

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

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

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

"Nnnn," Sandra groaned through clenched teeth. Mick moved his finger in and out of her several times, causing Sandra 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 Hickerson, but again, I caution you to do so before the end of your cleaning. John, you may proceed," Mick 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. Sandra 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 Hickerson," Mick 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."

Sandra shivered noticeably when young John inserted the apparatus into her vagina. Utterly humiliated, Sandra 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. Sandra 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, Sandra 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 Sandra's psyche.

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

Actually, Sandra 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," Mick offered helpfully, smiling at the resulting look of distress on his charge's lovely face. Sandra'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, Mick pushed inward and downward, putting pressure on Sandra'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," Sandra whimpered softly as her urine stream splashed into the small canal between her feet. Mick squeezed the young teenager like a ripe orange.

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

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

After what seemed like hours, Mick allowed John to continue. Sandra 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. Sandra 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 Sandra's pussy, his fingers exploring every intimate fold of supple flesh.

At last, however, the ordeal was over, and John returned to his seat. Sandra 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 Hickerson," her Principal instructed. He then removed his finger from her ass. For a brief moment, Sandra was empty. All too soon, however she felt Mick spread her cheeks and a cold, smooth object touched her puckered back door. Sandra 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. Sandra felt her inner thigh muscles spasm and cramp after her anal sphincter clutched the neck of her device. Sandra's first cleaning was behind her.

As Sandra 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. Mick 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 Sandra. The men would invariable handle Sandra 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, Sandra noted, were fitted with CAP devices.

One such girl couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve. Her Handler's name was Zed. After making himself familiar with Sandra briefly, Zed stood discussing matters Sandra didn't understand with Mick. Sandra 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 Mick. At last the conference ended, and Mick knelt in front of the pretty, little girl. While Sandra watched with unrestrained horror, Mick placed a hand on the little brunette's bare shoulder. "Zed tells me you've been doing very well lately with your program, Shauna," he said. When the child nodded, Mick then said, "Kiss me, Shauna."

Sandra'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 Mick. Then as their lips drew closer, the girl put her arms around Mick's neck, opened her small mouth and began to deliver passionate kisses to the older man. Meanwhile, Mick 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!" Sandra muttered under her breath. She was stunned and shocked. She looked on in horror as Mick proceeded to finger the eleven-year old girl. Shauna didn't seem to mind. In fact, she actually spread her skinny thighs a bit, allowing Mick better access to her. As Mick continued to attend to Shauna, Sandra 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."

Mick finished with young Shauna then stood and faced Sandra. "You have an objection of some sort, Miss Hickerson?" he asked.

Sandra'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, Sandra glared at Mick 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.

Mick stared directly into Sandra'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 Hickerson needs some help in understanding our program, Shauna." The little girl didn't answer, but paid very close attention to what Mick was saying to her. "Would you help her for me, Shauna?" Mick asked. Without hesitation, the girl nodded her consent. "Good, girl. That's a good girl, Shauna. I want you to go with Zed and we'll be along shortly." The sweet child nodded once again. Mick kissed her, then stood and turned to Sandra. "Come with me," he said flatly, taking Sandra by the wrist.

As Mick led Sandra down the hall, following the small naked figure of the little girl led by her Handler, Zed, Sandra's eyes seemed to lock onto the little girl's CAP device. Its blunt, clear plastic end protruded from between Shauna'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," Mick held Sandra back while Shauna and her Handler went inside. As the door closed behind them, Sandra's Principal said, "Miss Hickerson, this will be your first free encounter experience. Be advised that you will be graded on your performance and level of cooperation." Sandra had no idea what he was talking about but none the less had strong feelings of foreboding when at last Mick opened the door and led her inside.

As the door closed silently behind them, Sandra 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 Sandra to realize that oddly, the king-sized bed stood in the exact facility of the room with at least six feet of space on all sides. What really made Sandra feel immediately uncomfortable, however, was the fact that in the bed lay the young girl named Shauna covered with a satin sheet. Absent mindedly, Sandra thought how pretty the little girl looked with her long, dark hair spread out upon the pink satin pillow.

As if reading her mind, Mick said from beside Sandra, "Isn't Shauna pretty, Miss Hickerson?" Sandra looked from the little girl in the bed to her Handler then back. "We think that Shauna can help you, Miss Hickerson," Mick continued. "She's been with us here at The Facility 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 Shauna's Handler, Zed smiled broadly. "So with Zed's permission, we've scheduled this impromptu session for the two of you. If things go well today, perhaps you and Shauna can become what we refer to as ‘Companions' during your stay with us." After only a brief pause, Mick then said, "Now, if you will, Miss Hickerson. Please join Shauna on the bed."

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

"Miss Hickerson, I thought my request was perfectly clear," Mick replied condescendingly. "Get into bed with Shauna. Immediately, please."

Sandra 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..." Sandra Hickerson 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 Hickerson," Mick snapped as he stepped up beside the kneeling blond.

Sandra 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.

Mick moved like lightning. The speed and power of the man was well concealed beneath a wholly unremarkable physique. Before Sandra 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, Mick angled the device upward then thrust it savagely into Sandra. Then using her CAP device as well as her right breast as handles, Mick lifted the unfortunate girl to her feet.

Sandra 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 Shauna who'd had the forethought to move out of harm's way. Instantly Mick was atop her. With a hand between her shoulder blades, the man crushed her into the mattress. Sandra 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 Sandra on the bed.

"Huuuhh!" Sandra gasped when Mick rammed her CAP device into her. Shauna's expression remained completely indifferent as she watched Sandra endure her correction.

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

The very shape of the probe with its wider facility 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 Sandra's back side.

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

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

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

"I expect an answer from you, Miss Hickerson. Are you ready to cooperate?" Sandra 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 Sandra's lower abdomen. "Miss Hickerson?" he prompted.

"Y... yes... yes..." Sandra 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 Sandra's ego. Another layer off the onion.

Unseen by his new pupil, Mick 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," Mick whispered to himself. "The Facility certainly thought of everything," he thought as after patting Sandra 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 Mick and Zed sat down to observe. Sandra lay perfectly still, eyes closed, awaiting her fate.

"You may begin, Shauna," Zed said breaking the silence.

When Sandra 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. Shauna smiled warmly as she reached over and gingerly began to twist Sandra's CAP Device. At first, Sandra couldn't. No.. Wouldn't believe what was happening to her. As Sandra's blue eyes grew wider with incredulity, likewise did Shauna's sweet smile. The child slowly twisted Sandra's plug back and forth... back and forth.

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

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

Sandra'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. Shauna slapped her CAP again. Then before Sandra could make a sound, the little girl brought her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she hushed softly.

Sandra opened her mouth then closed it again without uttering a peep. Shauna started to slowly twist her anal plug once again. Sandra 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 Shauna." She continued to spin Sandra's CAP. "I think you're very pretty." Sandra lay in silent shock, unable to even think of what to say. "Will you make love to me?" Shauna then asked as if asking for a glass of milk.

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

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

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

Shauna gazed at Sandra impassively as the horror spread across the older girl's face.

"I didn't think so," Zed said with a chuckle, rightly interpreting Sandra's shocked silence. "Shauna, I think you should show Miss Hickerson how a woman makes love to another woman."

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

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

After a brief pause, Mick answered. "Miss Hickerson 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.." Sandra began. Then suddenly she shut her mouth almost with a snap. Her re-education was beginning to take affect.

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

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

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

"Hey!" Sandra gasped.

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

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

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

Sandra looked toward Mick 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. Sandra had successfully wilted many a penis with "her look" in the past, but Mick returned her gaze with a completely impassive expression.

Just then Zed asked from the other side of the bed. "When is she scheduled to see Dirk?"

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

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

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

Sandra soon discovered that what Mick had told her was true. The little girl in bed with her was certainly no baby. Sandra squirmed with discomfort as the youngster touched first one breast then the other. Why in no time at all it seemed, and much to Sandra's chagrin, young Shauna had both of Sandra's pink nipples standing erect and hard. Her little hands knew just where to rub and just where to pinch. Sandra 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.." Sandra gasped when Shauna pinched the silken smooth flesh of her right areola. Instinctively she shot a glance at Mick who gave her a reproachful look. "Wha...?" Sandra then cried when suddenly she felt Shauna's soft lips close over the erect nipple of the breast nearest to her.

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

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

"Oh my God!" Sandra thought. "How could she think..." But her attention was suddenly drawn to other things. Shauna had grabbed Sandra 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." Shauna smiled at the alarm in Sandra's face.

The little girl had indeed been conditioned well. She knew exactly what to expect from her older lover. Sandra was not the first woman that Shauna had been with. Sandra, 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. Shauna watched the play of expressions on Sandra's face as she squeezed her most private flesh. Confusion.. Humiliation.. Anger.. Pleasure? Not yet, but soon. Shauna squeezed and rubbed, allowing Sandra's pubic hair to slip between her small fingers. Then pressing her fingers together, she tugged upward on the soft curls. Sandra moaned, reflexively.

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

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

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

Sandra 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 Sandra. "Mmmuuhh," Sandra gasped loudly when without warning Shauna slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Before that the child had been attending to Sandra more or less superficially, but now their love making had entered a new dimension. "Sssttttpp," Sandra hissed through clenched teeth as her young lover's middle finger skillfully sought out then located her "On Button." Before the Shauna could begin her manipulations, Sandra grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and rolled the younger girl off of herself. "You leave me alone!" Sandra hissed at the startled little girl.

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

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

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

Sandra recoiled as he reached for her, but she had nowhere to go, since from the other side of the bed, Zed grabbed her from behind. "Let go of me you perverts!" Sandra 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 Zed who still had hold of her right wrist. To Sandra's astonishment and dismay, however, Shauna lunged for her free hand, pinning it beneath her small body as she fell atop the struggling blond teenager.

Events moved too quickly for Sandra to comprehend after that. From seemingly out of nowhere, hand and leg restraints were produced and applied. In a twinkling, Sandra Hickerson lay spread eagled and panting on the big bed. Shauna having resumed her position beside Sandra, lay head in hand watching. After a brief respite, Sandra 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 Mick 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 Sandra's threats Mick smiled at Shauna and said, "I think she'll be a bit more cooperative now, my dear. Why don't you start with the Buzzer, Shauna," he suggested. Sandra didn't like the sound of that. "I think Miss Hickerson will enjoy the Buzzer, don't you?"

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

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

While Sandra 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 Sandra's eyes to widen. With a big smile, Shauna held up the Buzzer so Sandra could get a better look at it.

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

Sandra stared in growing horror at the small plastic cylinder that Shauna 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 Sandra's face from his position beside the bed, Mick said, "I see from your expression that you've guessed the purpose of the Buzzer, Miss Hickerson."

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

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

"Uhh... nnnnnn," Sandra cried through tightly clenched teeth. She thrashed her hips from side to side in an effort to escape the man's attentions. Mick withdrew his hand and waited for Sandra 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!" Sandra shrieked. She fought her bonds with renewed vigor. Again, Mick merely waited for her to wear herself out then went right back to his manual attentions.

Never in her wildest dreams had Sandra thought she would ever be subjected to such indignities. Since her arrival at the horrible facility, Sandra 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 Sandra Hickerson thus far, and it was just beginning to get interesting.

"Quit it!" Sandra cried at last as Mick continued to fondle and squeeze. "Are you all crazy? Stoppppp!" she whined. Mick slipped his finger into Sandra's vagina. Sandra instinctively jerked her hips upward. "Ohhh gdddd!" she moaned. Sandra 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 Mick stayed right with her. Slowly he moved his invading finger in and out of Sandra, all the while smiling down at her condescendingly. Sandra was utterly mortified. She shut her eyes tightly, in an attempt to block out the horror of it all.

"Open your eyes immediately, Miss Hickerson," Mick commanded.

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

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

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

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

"Huhhh!" Sandra exhaled forcibly. Mick's smile broadened.

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

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

"I expect you to cooperate with Shauna, Miss Hickerson. She is trying very hard to help you and you are fighting her. Shauna 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 Hickerson." Sandra stared up at the man in bewilderment.

"Integrate?... Family? This is crazy!" Sandra'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, Shauna will be your official ‘Companion,'" Mick continued, his dark eyes boring into Sandra's. Then he looked up at the little brunette who'd been sitting patiently by, waiting her turn. Mick smiled at Shauna 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, Sandra had missed some of what Mick 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 Hickerson that you resign yourself to the fact that you will remain at The Facility until we deem you fit to rejoin society as a functional female. Shauna can help you to achieve that goal. The Sandra Michelle Hickerson who spat in my face this morning is dead. In her place will emerge a new Sandra, one who will be both willing and capable of assuming her natural roll in life; that of service to her mate or mates."

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

"Shauna, I believe Miss Hickerson is ready for you now." The little girl giggled in response. She crawled closer to Sandra on the bed. In her small hand, she held the Buzzer. "I'd like for you to cause Miss Hickerson to have an orgasm, Shauna." Sandra looked at him in astonishment. "I'll be monitoring her vital signs from time to time, and both Zed 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 Sandra's hip, Shauna cupped Sandra's pussy with her small hand and began to rub. Her touch was gentle but purposeful.

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

"We want to see you cum, Miss Hickerson. Don't we, Zed?" Mick continued.

"Yes, indeed," Zed answered as he stepped closer to the bed. "Tell me Miss Hickerson. Are you a quiet fuck or are you a screamer?" he smiled. Sandra couldn't begin to reply. She simply lay in open mouthed astonishment while Zed 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 Hickerson? Well, I guess we're about to find out, huh." Then turning to young Shauna, Zed asked, "Is she at all wet, Shauna?"

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

"Remember, Zed," Mick offered. "Miss Hickerson just recently served as a receptacle for the semen of several volunteers. I suspect she's adequately lubricated. Please proceed, Shauna," he ordered.

Between Mick's remark about her being a "semen receptacle" and getting fingered by an eleven-year old girl, Sandra was feeling faint. She closed her eyes as her head swam. Then Sandra was jolted back to reality when she felt two pairs of hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, Sandra saw that both Mick and Zed held her by her calves just below her knees. At the end of the bed, Shauna was busily undoing the velcro straps around her ankles. Sandra 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, Sandra Hickerson took another step toward Functional Womanhood, by allowing the two men to raise her knees and spread her legs widely apart.

"Alright, Shauna. Miss Hickerson is ready," Mick told the little girl.

Sandra gazed down across her belly as Shauna 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 Mick touched her unexpectedly. "Let me hold her open for you, Shauna," he said as he spread Sandra's ample outer labia with his fingers and thumb. "Go ahead and put it into her just like we showed you," Mick coached the little brunette.

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

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

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

Sandra looked down at the little girl as she pulled her finger out of her vagina then sat smiling proudly at Mick and Zed.

"That looks very good, Shauna," Zed complimented his charge.

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

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

"Let's just see if we can't get that in any deeper," Mick murmured as he located the end of the cylinder inside of Sandra's vagina with his finger tip. Sandra's eyes momentarily went wide when Mick 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 Hickerson," he said at last as he pulled his finger out of her. "You're all set. Shauna, you may proceed. Enjoy, Miss Hickerson," he said to Sandra with a smile. "We've found that most young ladies do." After re-attaching the ankle restraints, both he and Zed returned to their seats to observe.

Sandra had once used a vibrator so she thought she knew what she was in for. You can imagine her surprise then, when Shauna 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, Sandra quickly realized that this was no ordinary vibrator.

To the contrary, the Buzzer, another unique device invented by the Facility'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, Sandra's entire lower body became a vibrator unto itself. At the first setting, Sandra 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?" Shauna asked as she crawled up beside Sandra, bringing the control device with her. Sandra 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!" Sandra gasped. The muscles in her belly beginning to flex and relax rhythmically. Inside, Sandra'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 Mick who sat nearby quietly observing. He smiled. Sandra's legs twitched spastically from time to time as the pulses traveled down to the tips of her toes.

"Can you feel it now?" Shauna asked from beside Sandra on the bed.

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

"Answer Shauna, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. "When ever a Handler asks you a direct question, you are expected to answer immediately."

Sandra 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, Sandra now gave Mick a somewhat worried look, then quickly faced Shauna 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?" Shauna asked in a more challenging tone of voice. She squeezed Sandra's breast in her small hand.

Sandra 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 Sandra's never ending shock, the little girl leaned toward her and kissed her full on the lips. Sandra jerked her head away in disgust, and was immediately met with Mick's disapproving stare.

"Face Shauna and allow her to kiss you, Miss Hickerson. You two are supposed to be lovers." Then looking at Zed, Mick said, "I suspect that this is Miss Hickerson' 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?" Zed nodded. Mick looked back at Sandra. "Kiss Shauna, Miss Hickerson, or face the consequences."

Sandra 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 Sandra, 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 Sandra'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 Sandra. Areas of her body which under normal circumstances could be manipulated to cause arousal began to silently "beg" to be touched. Shauna, 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, Sandra's body was preparing to mate.

As Shauna's small mouth closed over her's, Sandra's mind reeled with feelings of revulsion and rage. She felt the little girl's tongue search her lips, looking for an opening. Sandra 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 Sandra, Zed who'd been watching his young charge attempt to gain access to Sandra'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!" Sandra heaved into Shauna's open mouth. Immediately the little girl's tongue shot into Sandra's mouth and began its exploration, but Sandra was far to distracted to notice. When the first impulse tore through Sandra'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 Sandra 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.

Sandra Michelle Hickerson was on her way. She didn't even notice when Mick stood to check her pulse and monitor her respiration rate. Nor did she notice that Shauna was no longer trying to kiss her. Sandra 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. Sandra's hips bucked uncontrollably in time to the internal drummer.

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

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

Shauna waited. Her timing was impeccable. As the Buzzer suddenly released Sandra from its grasp and her hips fell to the bed, Shauna sat back, covering Sandra's face. Sandra 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 Sandra's head. Then the sweet child rocked her narrow hips, slowly rubbing herself against Sandra's mouth and nose.

Sandra'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 Shauna's pubescent bouquet. The little girl's vaginal opening was directly over Sandra's nose. She tried to breath through her mouth and was instantly rewarded with her first taste of intimate female flesh. Sandra thought she'd be sick.

The Buzzer delivered another stroke. Sandra'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.

Mick took Sandra's pulse again. She didn't notice. He then reached down and cupped her pussy. This Sandra noticed. Instinctively the young teen wantonly pressed herself against Mick's hand. Muffled panting came from between Shauna's slender thighs. When Mick removed his hand, his entire palm was wet. Sandra'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 Sandra, Mick glanced across the bed at Zed and said with a satisfied smile, "I think Miss Hickerson is going to cum for us very soon." Zed returned his smile. "Why don't you help Miss Hickerson along, Shauna just like we showed you. Will you do that for me now, please."

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

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

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

 "Ahhhh," Sandra gasped. Shauna was doing a fine job.

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

Sandra's head was filled with the tangy scent of Shauna'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 Shauna pressed herself against Sandra's face, the older girl instinctively began to give her pleasure.

Zed and Mick 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 Shauna. Zed gave Mick a knowing smile. Just a few moments after that, Sandra arched her back, raising her hips upward off the bed and carrying Shauna's lithe little body with her.

"Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmmmmm!" Sandra 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 facility 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 Sandra's body begin to tremble beneath her, young Shauna knew exactly what was happening to the older woman. After all, the eleven year old had been with the Facility for quite awhile now, and had helped several older girls "find themselves" as her Principal called it. As Sandra started her climactic arching, Shauna reached her little hand farther down between the older girl's thighs and grasped her CAP Device. Sandra's thrusts became more pronounced as young Shauna manipulated the specially designed anal device in such a way as to alternately dilate Sandra then fill her in the same tempo as her natural pelvic motions. Seconds later, Sandra Hickerson, 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. Sandra Hickerson wasn't a loud lover, but she certainly had stamina.

During the entire episode of her climax Sandra had shamelessly lapped and suckled young Shauna's smooth young sex. Shauna'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, Shauna climbed off Sandra and scrambled off the bed.

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

"I'm glad you enjoyed her, Shauna. From now on, Miss Hickerson is yours to work with and enjoy. You may make love to her as often as you like when she isn't in class," Zed 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, Shauna. You've handled yourself very well today." Shauna beamed with pride. "Don't you think Shauna did well, Miss Hickerson?" Zed asked. His arm still around Shauna, he lead the girl to the side of the bed and gazed down at the older woman who lay in embarrassed afterglow. Sandra wouldn't answer.

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

"Ugghh..." Sandra grunted softly when Mick unexpectedly entered her with his middle finger.

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

At first Sandra 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 Mick's attentions. Sandra 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 Mick, Sandra had taken several important steps toward becoming a Functional Female, the final product of The Youth Re-education Facility.

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

"Very well then, Miss Hickerson. I believe we're finished here for now." Then turning to Zed, he said," I am officially turning Miss Hickerson over to you and your Guest, Shauna." 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 Shauna and Miss Hickerson to the Cafeteria for lunch. I'll check with Dirk regarding his itinerary today and get back to you. If Miss Hickerson gets scheduled for a date with Dirk, I'll drop in and take her there myself. Otherwise, let's get her started in the Gymnasium." The whole time he was talking, Mick continued to finger Sandra's vagina, eventually causing the blond to shuddered almost imperceptibly as a result. Her body was beginning to betray her. Mick didn't miss a thing. "I see you're still with us, Miss Hickerson," he chuckled. Sandra was mortified. After extracting his finger slowly from Sandra, he rubbed her firmly several times, squeezing and kneading her private flesh before standing up. "I'll be leaving you now, Miss Hickerson. I expect for you to give Zed, and in particular, young Shauna 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,' Mick thought. ‘She'll need something to keep her going.' "If you don't, I'll hear about it, Miss Hickerson," he added, the hardness and malevolence returning to his voice. Sandra remained silent while Zed and Shauna unbound her arms and legs. Mick looked on for a moment then turned to leave. "Zed, if Miss Hickerson doesn't see Dirk today due to scheduling problems, let's round up at least two volunteer Handlers for her this afternoon. Plan on letting Shauna 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."

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

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

Sandra sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed her wrists where the velcro restraints had cut into her tender skin. She gave Zed 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 Sandra'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.

"Shauna, if you will please help Miss Hickerson," Zed said, turning to the little girl.

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

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

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

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

Something told Sandra that she'd better at least appear to be agreeable right away or there would be instant trouble from this new Handler. Zed was slightly smaller than Mick, but he seemed to be in control of the situation and apparently was accustomed to being obeyed. Sandra nodded, looking Zed 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!" Sandra hoped that Zed could read minds. If nothing else she tried hard to convey her promise of revenge in her steely expression.

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

Upon leaving the Free Encounter room, Sandra was escorted by Shauna and Zed down the same hallway. From somewhere in the building there came a muffled cry, but in an instant the voice fell silent. Sandra 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, Sandra guessed she was in her early teenage years, maybe fourteen. She had lovely, practically jet black hair that hung to her hips. Shauna stopped when her Handler did, tugging Sandra to a halt as well, next to the group.

"Good day," Roger. Hello Kent," Zed said amiably.

"Hi Zed," one of the Handlers answered.

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

Sandra 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 Facility'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 Facility'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. Sandra 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, Sandra 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, Sandra 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. Sandra stared transfixed at the couple as the Handler gave his charge a nod of approval.

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

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

"Third month?" Sandra's thoughts gasped. "Three months? She's been here for three months?" Sandra'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," Kent said as he watched the young girl attend to her Handler. "You remember how difficult she was, don't you Zed?"

"I certainly do," Zed replied.

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

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

"I'm glad I could help out," Zed 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," Kent chuckled.

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

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

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

"Ow!" she whined.

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

"This one appears to be a difficult case," Kent said as he stepped closer. Sandra felt his coveralls brush against her hip. The tall Handler was so close now that Sandra could smell his male aroma. She was unable to turn her head, however, because Zed 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," Kent muttered just inches away from Sandra's right ear. "Is she new?"

"She arrived this morning," Zed replied. He watched with Sandra while young Natalie carefully licked the underside and tip of her Handler's offered penis. "Mick is her Principal for the time being, and Shauna has been assigned to be her Companion. And, by the way, you're absolutely right, Kent," Zed added. "Miss Hickerson 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."

Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra looked on in disgust.

Momentarily forgetting about Kent, Sandra 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."

Sandra turned and gave Kent her "look."

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

Sandra 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, Zed? Kent asked, reaching out and hefting Sandra's left breast. His hand was cold, causing Sandra 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 Sandra'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, Kent yanked Sandra around to face him.

"Uhhhhhh!" Sandra 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. Sandra almost fainted. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen had Kent not grabbed her by the throat and jerked her face upward to within inches of his own. Sandra was forced to stand on her tip toes to keep from strangling. He stared into Sandra's eyes, his own filled with foreboding.

Still holding Sandra's breast in his crushing grip, Kent continued in a frighteningly indifferent tone of voice. He spoke to Zed, although his eyes were locked onto Sandra'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, Zed. What's her schedule?" He smiled wickedly at Sandra.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Zed answered almost cheerfully. "Oh, and by the way, to answer your first question, Kent, Miss Hickerson is fourteen years old."

Soft sounds of suction could be heard in the hall while Kent silently studied Sandra'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 Sandra's throat, Kent released her tortured breast. Sandra closed her eyes in silent relief. Somehow she knew that she'd better behave. A split second later, however, Sandra'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 Sandra's astonishment she had a long finger inside of her vagina.

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

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

"She's not too terribly tight, is she," Kent smirked as he probed Sandra'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!" Sandra moaned in a long, shuddering exhale.

"Silence!" Kent snapped, crushing her throat and cutting off her airway. Sandra'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," Zed replied to his associate's comment regarding Sandra's vaginal tension. "Mick is trying to get Miss Hickerson a date with Dirk, this afternoon as well," he added.

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

Just then, Kent somehow found a spot inside of Sandra that she didn't remember anyone ever touching before. The Handler's condescending smile made Sandra want to throw up. She knew that he knew he'd caught her off guard. "That's my girl," Kent muttered as her worked Sandra 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." Sandra blinked then began to tremble noticeably. The tall Handler's smile grew. His eyes actually twinkled with delight. His exploring finger persisted. Sandra felt an unwelcome warmth begin to spread in her belly. Kent held her face close and stared into her eyes, daring her to try to look away. His hand moved faster between Sandra'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 Sandra's thighs.

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

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

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

"Nnnnnn..." Sandra groaned in abject humiliation. Suddenly a strong tremor passed through her. Her body was again betraying her. Sandra 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. Sandra was so centered now that she hadn't even noticed that Kent had all but released his hold on her throat. It was no longer necessary for the Handler restrain her. Sandra Hickerson belonged to him. His hand moved between Sandra's legs so quickly it practically vibrated. Seconds later, there in the main hallway of The Youth Re-education Facility Sandra Hickerson came for the second time that day, thoroughly entertaining those who watched.

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

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

Just then there came a gurgling, choking sound from behind Sandra. Kent took Sandra 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. Sandra 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. Sandra 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.

Sandra 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 re-education 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!" Sandra said softly by mistake.

To late, the Handler named Kent dropped his hand quickly to Sandra'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 Hickerson?" he asked in a threatening tone of voice. Sandra 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 Sandra pivoted around its larger diameter facility section, delivering to Sandra the sensation of being "stirred" with a baseball bat. With his other hand, Kent took Sandra by the breast closest to him and started to pinch and squeeze. Then, leaning closer to Sandra'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 Sandra's CAP, eliciting an audible grunt from the blond. Then the tall Handler went to work with his fingers on Sandra'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 Sandra's CAP. With a most unladylike sound, Sandra crumbled. This time, Kent let her fall to the floor in a heap.

Turning to Zed, Kent 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 Sandra's direction, the tall man turned and walked away down the corridor.

After bidding Roger and Natalie a fond farewell, Zed led Shauna, who in turn led Sandra away. Toward what, Sandra had no idea.

"Oh, thank God!," Sandra thought silently when the trio arrived at a door marked "Cafeteria." Zed stood aside and allowed the two Guests to enter first. Then he followed, closing the door behind him. Sandra 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 facility 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, Zed," One man said. "And hello, Shauna," he added smiling at the younger girl. The other man, a particularly wicked looking individual, stood staring silently at Sandra. The teenager shivered.

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

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

"Yes, sir," Shauna 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 Shauna 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 Shauna 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 Sandra, causing the high-strung teenager to become quite uneasy.

"I thought we were here for lunch," Sandra said, turning to Zed.

Ignoring, Sandra, Zed turned to the man who'd been referred to as Butch and said, "Please introduce Miss Hickerson to our cafeteria procedure."

Sandra 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 Sandra forward so that she stood between his thighs. He looked up at Sandra with a cold stare and said sharply, "Service Position Two."

Sandra 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 Zed. Without a word, Zed forced Sandra 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 Shauna 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, Sandra couldn't see exactly what was happening, she knew all too well what the little girl was doing.

Zed leaned down close to Sandra's right ear and muttered, "Service Position Two, Miss Hickerson. Please proceed."

Sandra was astounded beyond words for several seconds, then without the slightest warning, Zed slapped the blunt end of her CAP hard with his free hand. In an instant, Sandra 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 Sandra 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.

Sandra 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. Sandra quickly discovered, however that these men shared a different sentiment.

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

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

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

Curiosity demanded that Sandra look out of the corner of one eye in the direction on Shauna 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 Shauna'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 Shauna is doing this instant, Miss Hickerson," Zed continued in a distinctly unfriendly whisper from just inches behind Sandra'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 Sandra's neck in his powerful grip. "The choice is yours, Miss Hickerson. I do hope we understand one another."

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

"And we'll continue to hurt you, Miss Hickerson until you learn to obey," Zed 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," Sandra 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," Zed commented with a slight chuckle. "I'd like to meet this man. Maybe we'll offer him a position here at The Facility."

Sandra 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," Zed explained in an almost instructive tone. "In any case, Miss Hickerson, since you've had some experience then I expect you to proceed without further delay."

"But..." Sandra began to object!

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

Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra'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 Zed released Sandra who quickly sat back on her haunches gasping for air.

"Service Position Two, Miss Hickerson, 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."

Zed's entire dissertation was delivered with such deliberateness and lack of emotion that it took Sandra 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 Hickerson, you will please turn and obey Handler Butch, now," Zed ordered.

Sandra 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.

Sandra realized that once again, she had no choice but to capitulate when she felt Zed's hand on her buttock immediately to the left of her CAP. Sandra 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." Sandra hesitated.

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

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

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

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

"It's all for you, baby," Butch commented after overhearing Sandra's unintentional remark. Sandra 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."

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

"Service Position Two," Butch commanded.

Never in her life had Sandra Michelle Hickerson 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 Sandra was truly inexperienced at manually satisfying the male of the species, she instinctively picked up on the process. Butch looked on impassively while Sandra stroked him into full erection.

"Put it in your mouth," he ordered.

Sandra, 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..." Sandra whined. From behind, Zed grabbed her by the neck and forced her head downward toward Butch's waiting penis. Sandra 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. Sandra clamped her jaws tightly together. She tried desperately to shake herself free of Zed's grip.

"Open your mouth, Miss Hickerson," Sandra heard Zed command from beside her. He held her neck in his vice-like grip, making it impossible for Sandra to turn away. He pushed her down, closer... closer... "Open your mouth, Miss Hickerson," Sandra 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 Sandra. Using the heel of his hand, Zed had shoved hard on the butt of her CAP, driving the anal appliance deep into the unfortunate teenager.

Sandra 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 Zed 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. Sandra's body trembled convulsively as she was orally impaled for the first time in her life. Sandra Michelle Hickerson, 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, Zed," Butch reported.

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

Sandra 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, Sandra heaved violently in a last ditch effort to free herself. Soon, however, her body shuddered then lay still. At that exact moment, Zed grabbed her by the hair and pulled Sandra's head up, extracting Butch's cock from her throat and clearing her airway. Sandra 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 Hickerson, I am going to break protocol and offer you my cock." Taking his manhood in his other hand, Butch pressed the head to Sandra'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, Sandra 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, Sandra 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 Sandra got started, little Shauna took her fill from her lover, Micky. Sandra quickly found herself far too busy to take notice of Micky's remark to his little lover. "That's very good, Shauna. You have been practicing," The young man groaned as he unloaded another wave of hot semen into Shauna'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!" Sandra's lover snapped. "Micky and Shauna 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 Sandra in a manner that left her no doubt that he meant business.

Having only given oral pleasure to one other man before this day, Sandra 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. Sandra 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. Sandra tried again. ‘What a strange sensation,' Sandra 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,' Sandra thought to herself, ‘But not as pointed.' Sandra 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, Sandra unconsciously toyed with her tongue at the underside of Butch's penis. An odd, almost warm sensation spread down Sandra's neck and flowed over her bare shoulders. Sandra 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.

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

Sandra 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.

Sandra 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. Sandra pressed upward with her tongue on the hot shaft of meat that filled her mouth. Even though Zed had ceased his manipulation of her CAP, Sandra suddenly became acutely aware of her rectal appliance. It seemed to Sandra that the same spreading warmth in her upper torso also began to emanate from her nicely packed backside and spread through her tummy. Sandra'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 Sandra delivered her sexual favors to him, this man sat in utter silence as Sandra'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 Sandra 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 Sandra to come very close to vomiting. Now as she allowed the man's penis to travel ever deeper into her mouth, Sandra found herself almost relishing the taste of the pre-cum fluids that seeped from its core.

The professional Handler gave Sandra 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!" Sandra managed to utter around the pulsing shaft of meat in her mouth. She immediately tried to pull back, but Butch had anticipated her reaction. Sandra felt pressure against the back of her head as the second and much larger salvo of semen exploded into her mouth and throat. Sandra 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!" Sandra 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. Sandra 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 Sandra'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 Sandra's mouth the haughty blond felt the first trickle slip passed her protesting throat muscles. Butch pushed his cock farther into Sandra's mouth, pressing its broad head against the back of her throat. He pulsed again. Uncharacteristically, Butch actually smiled when Sandra gagged once, blinked her big blue eyes then swallowed.

The second gulp went down easier than the first. Butch took a handful of Sandra'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," Sandra 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 Sandra to come very close to gagging once again. She was forced to bring a hand to her lips to prevent any leakage from occurring.

Sandra Michelle Hickerson 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.

Sandra, after all, had up until her admission into The Facility led a privileged life. Her physical beauty allowing her to pick and chose those "lucky few" she would accommodate with her charms. Through the selfless efforts of the professional staff at The Youth Re-education Facility, Sandra Hickerson would some day emerge a complete and fully functional young woman, but that would take time. Fortunately for Sandra, time was one commodity The Facility had in abundance. Shortly after her abduction by The Facility's Collection Agency, a missing persons alert had be issued in Sandra's home town and surrounding counties. The ensuing search would, like all searches for The Facility's Guests prove unfruitful. Sandra Hickerson would not be returned to society until the administration of The Facility deemed her prepared and ready.

"Very good, Miss Hickerson," Butch commented, his previously rough demeanor replaced by the same professional objectivity exhibited by the rest of the Handler staff. "Now swish my semen around in your mouth as if you were rinsing after brushing your teeth, and I want to hear it," he instructed.

Sandra, although near shock, was none the less astounded at his most recent demand. She stared up at her Handler with an expression of unveiled loathing. "They're all animals!" she remarked to herself, her hand still pressed against her lips. Suddenly Sandra burped. Her eyes went round when she almost allowed some of the viscus substance to seep from her lips. As it was her nasal passages and sinuses became inundated with the musky aroma of semen, filling her senses with the essence of male. Sandra didn't realize it at the moment, but this was an experience that would become an integral part of her daily life.

"I gave you and order, Miss Hickerson," Butch said flatly, bringing Sandra back to the present.

Sandra looked at him with a mixture of fear and abhorrence. Reluctantly, she closed her teeth together. Then, squeezing gently with her cheeks, she forced a little of the repulsive material to ooze through her teeth and gums. Just the feeling of doing this repugnant act precipitated another gag. Thankfully, Sandra still had her finger tips pressed to her lips or she certainly would have spilled. The small cough that followed caused the tiniest of drops of clear fluid to drip from Sandra's right nostril. Sandra suppressed a second gag and quickly sniffed the "precious" fluid back into her nose.

After only a few hours with The Facility, Sandra's subconscious was ever so slowly aligning itself with the institution's designs. It was an extremely subtle example of progress, but neither Butch nor Zed, who stood nearby observing, missed the undeniable effort on the part of their new Guest to obey her current lover's wishes.

Sandra swished again. She thought she would simply die, so utterly debased was she by the horrendous act she was being compelled to commit.

"Good. Again." Butch ordered.

Using her tongue against the backs of her teeth, Sandra pushed the largest portion of her mouthful through her teeth and into her cheeks. The "squishing" sound this action produced was unmistakable.

"Again, faster now." Sandra's lover said. "And kindly remove your hand from your mouth and look at me, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra dropped her hand to Butch's thigh and glared at him, her cheeks puffed out with his offerings.

The professional young man merely nodded in acknowledgment, the asked nonchalantly, "You've done this before, haven't you, Miss Hickerson?" Sandra could not disguise her disgust and embarrassment. "Do you like the taste of cum, Miss Hickerson?" Butch then asked as if he were inquiring as to whether or not Sandra liked the taste of Diet Coke. The question caught the unhappy teenager completely off guard. Her expression was priceless. It took every bit of Butch's professional detachment to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"He's toying with me!" Sandra's once overinflated ego shrieked. "How dare he!"

If only she could have seen herself from Butch's perspective, kneeling, cheeks bulging from her mouthful of his semen, Sandra might have begun to more fully appreciate her situation. In spite of the ever present gentle "nudges" from the Thelazine, which even now served to heighten Sandra's sense of taste as well as increasing the sensitivity of the nerve endings of her tongue and the roof of her mouth, allowing the young woman to better appreciate the delicate texture and flavor of the ropey male ejaculate, Sandra obstinately refused to capitulate. Thus, she looked Butch directly in the eye and shook her head slowly. "Mm..mm!"

The Handler said nothing for a moment as he considered the defiant young woman. Then after countless minutes while Sandra knelt at his feet, Butch said at last, "You may swallow now, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra, who's mind had wandered into daydreams of retribution where she imagined herself leading a group of heavily armed law enforcement officers down the hallways of the hellish establishment, was abruptly jolted back to her new reality. In that reality Sandra knelt before a man who had just ordered her to swallow the mouthful of semen he'd recently provided for her. Gone were the cops. Gone was her stunning and well deserved victory over her oppressors. Sandra looked around the cafeteria. While she'd been preoccupied with her duties, a few other Guests had entered. Some were having lunch while others were attending to their respective, Handlers. Sandra noticed that young Shauna had apparently satisfied her obligation to Micky and now ate lunch in the company of Zed and one other Handler.

"Miss Hickerson!" Butch snapped. "Pay attention."

Sandra jerked her face around to stare into the intense eyes of the Handler. All other thoughts and concerns quickly vanished when she grasped the wicked intent that smoldered behind the man's dark expression. She suddenly realized that she was going to do as she was told. She had no choice. There were no other options. There was no escaping this situation.

"Service Position Two, Miss Hickerson," the Handler named Butch stated quietly.

Sandra Michelle Hickerson, Freshman Class Prom Queen, and Guest of The Youth Re-education Facility, swallowed.

Sandra was subsequently allowed to eat a small lunch before she and Shauna were escorted out of the cafeteria. Before leaving, however, Butch took Sandra aside and explained to her that at each meal she would be expected to deliver similar sexual favors to one or more Handlers. "Before you graduate, Miss Hickerson, Butch explained I will ask you again whether or not you enjoy the taste of semen. I can assure you that you will answer, ‘Yes.'" He smiled benevolently.

Sandra knew better than to speak. All she could do was to glare at the second man on Earth to have put his penis into her mouth. Butch would soon be joined by a host of others, but for the time being, Sandra allowed herself to be led away by young Shauna without further comment.

Joined in the hall by Zed, the threesome halted briefly while Zed responded to a page. "OK. I understand." he spoke into a wall phone.

Sandra couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but it was obvious that Zed had received orders.

"Late this afternoon, possibly?" the Handler said. He looked surprised. "Do you think she'll be up to him? Uh huh." Zed nodded, in acknowledgment to whoever it was he was talking to. "We were on our way to the Gym. I thought she could use a little workout after lunch. I beg your pardon?" Zed looked in Sandra's direction. "Four, I believe. She was Corrected in the hallway about two hours ago. Uh huh, that's right. She's been fed and she's received her mid-day ‘Serving,'" Zed explained.

As a policy, Guests are all to receive a minimum of five oral ‘Servings' of semen daily either from a live provider or from a "Feeder." The first ‘Serving' is to be administered immediately upon the Guest awakening in the morning, followed by one ‘Serving' with each meal, then a final portion before retiring. This is a minimum schedule which, of course, is routinely augmented by the offerings of volunteers, Handlers and Companions during the course of the Guests' daily activities.

"With Butch," Zed added. He listened silently for several seconds then said, "OK, will do. Let us know when he's ready for her. We'll be in the Gymnasium." Zed replaced the intercom receiver into the wall cradle. Then offering one hand to Shauna and the other to Sandra, the Handler led the two young ladies away.

Sandra knew that there was a lot more in store for her, but didn't wish to consider the details for the moment. Instead, she allowed herself to be led through a door marked "Gymnasium." "A workout?" Sandra remembered remarking to herself as the heavy door closed silently behind her.

Sandra had been in the habit of spending a good deal of time in the Spa and Health Club located near her suburban home. She was very much aware of her looks and consequently spent many hours working out in an effort to maintain that which allowed her so much opportunity and advantage in life. So it was that the first sound Sandra heard was the familiar "clank" of a barbell free-weight hitting the tile floor. Sandra looked around. She noticed several pieces of equipment but none looked familiar. There were several apparatus that appeared similar to Nautilus machines, but not quite. Sandra spied two vinyl covered "benches" that looked a bit like vaulting horses, but they were much to low to the floor to be of much benefit or use to a gymnast.

"Curious?" Sandra thought.

To the left of these stood a stainless steel contrivance that resembled an Aerodyne style excer-cycle except that the pedal crank sets were positioned fairly widely apart. In place of the resistance fan was a shining steel cylinder aligned horizontally between the pedals. Extending from the cylinder was a shaft that pointed in the direction of the "excer-cycle" seat. Sandra studied the odd appliance for several minutes before noticing something that chilled her through and through. Along the back wall of the large mirrored room stood a row of six or eight ominous and all too familiar pieces of equipment.

In fact, one of the Cooperation Seats was currently being used. It was difficult to see its occupant because the burly body of a Handler stood between Sandra and the young girl who's slim legs were restrained widely apart. The larger man's hips moved rhythmically in the familiar motion of love making. Even from across the room, Sandra could see the muscles of his buttocks flex as he exerted himself. Sandra could not see much of the recipient of his attentions, only her slim legs and small feet. Sandra felt ill. The girl couldn't have been much older than thirteen. While Sandra watched in growing horror, the occupant of the Cooperation Seat endured her lover in customary silence. The only reaction that Sandra could detect from this distance was the flexing of the girl's small hands in the upper extremity restraints of the evil apparatus. Sandra then heard a second "clank" of steel against tile.

"Concentrate, Miss Simmons," a voice barked. "Squeeze harder. I expect for you to hold ten pounds for one full minute or face Correction."

Sandra heard a soft whimpering as she turned her head in the direction of the voices. In an alcove just a few feet away from where Zed, Shauna and Sandra stood were a young Guest and her Handler. Sandra could plainly see the expression of fear on the tear streaked face of the young blond girl. Sandra guessed her age to be around fifteen, perhaps sixteen. Sandra noticed that she, like most all of the Guests at The Facility, was quite attractive. A slim waist, nicely shaped hips, smallish, but pert breasts, long muscular legs and what would have been a lovely face but for her expression of extreme anxiety.

The young lady stood with her legs spread, her ankles at about shoulder width. Lying on the tiled floor between her bare feet lay a round bar bell type weight.

Zed then interrupted Sandra's concentration by saying, "Let's move closer. I want you to watch this, Miss Hickerson. Then turning to Shauna, he said, "Why don't you spend some time on the Breast Enhancement Machine, young lady, we need to work on your chest sensitivity." Shauna nodded with a smile and trotted off. Taking Sandra by her wrist, Zed then pulled her in the direction of the alcove and its two occupants.

"Do you understand me, Miss Simmons?" the muscular Handler growled at the fearful young blond.

The pretty girl looked at the Handler and was about to reply when Zed spoke up in a casual tone of voice. "Good day, Coach."

"Zed," the man replied curtly, never taking his eyes off the pretty young blond.

"Coach, I want you to meet Miss Sandra Hickerson," Zed said pushing Sandra closer to the powerful looking man. "She's just joined out family today and could use your help to improve herself."

With what could only be described as an exasperated sigh, the man who Zed referred to as "The Coach" turned to face Sandra and her Handler. It would be weeks before Sandra would become accustomed to being touched at will by strangers. Thus when The Coach reached out in the customary manner and cupped her pussy in his calloused hand, Sandra instinctively jerked her hips backward. As always, Zed being the professional that he was had anticipated Sandra's reaction and was ready with his hand near the butt end of her CAP. This time, he was pleased to note, only a light slap on her anal appliance was all that was necessary to cause the haughty blond teenager to freeze.

Sandra trembled with outrage while The Coach first felt her down there, then reached up and started to fondle her right breast. He hefted the breast then pinched at the areola and nipple almost idly.

"Nice tits," he said looking at Zed, and not at Sandra. "Good hips and legs and a reasonably wide aspect vulva." He reached down and cupped Sandra again. This time he began to squeeze and to kneed her.

Sandra stood mortified while she was discussed like a slab of bacon.

"All in all, I'd say she's serviceable, but she's a little on the old side, don't you think? I'm surprised The Headmaster admitted her."

Sandra fumed, forgetting momentarily that the man continued to rub her in her most private area.

"How is she on the inside?" The Coach then asked in the same even appraising tone of voice. Again, and not for the last time, Sandra was caught completely off guard when then man, without the slightest warning, deftly slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Before Sandra could even think to react, The Coach entered her vaginally with practiced ease to the full extent of his long middle finger.

"H..h..huuhh!" Sandra groaned softly.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" Zed barked from behind. He slapped Sandra's CAP a bit harder for effect. Sandra grunted almost inaudibly. Her flat tummy heaved.

"Hmm," The Coach said as he continued his internal inspection of Sandra. The teen squirmed uncomfortably. "Not much of a grip response," he commented disapprovingly. "Have you had her yet, Robert?" he asked, addressing the Handler more formally.

"Not yet, Coach. I thought perhaps I might try her this evening," Zed replied casually. "That is of course only if her date with Dirk is canceled."

"I see," The Coach replied. He found a spot inside of Sandra that caused the young teenager to rise up on her tiptoes. "Has anyone had her yet?" he then asked, noting Sandra's reaction to his probing.

"Kevin and three others helped out with her first Correction this morning shortly after her arrival." Kevin mentioned that she showed promise but would require a lot of work."

"Uh huh," The Coach said idly. He extracted his finger from Sandra, causing the girl to shiver noticeably. "Good reaction to evacuation," he noted. Sandra flinched when the man placed his hand on her right hip and turned her slightly to the side. He then peered behind. "A number six?" he looked up at Zed questioningly.

"That's what Mick decided to put in her to start with," Zed answered. "He's her Principal, but I believe I'd have started her on a seven or maybe an eight. She's pretty head strong."

Sandra glared hatefully at Zed.

"See what I mean?" Zed chuckled.

The Coach stepped back from Sandra and looked her up and down in an appraising manner. "And how old did you say she is?" he asked.

"Just over fourteen from what I understand, Coach," Zed answered.

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" The Coach responded, shaking his head. "I still can't understand why The Headmaster would admit such an old subject." He made a mental note when he saw Sandra bristle at his remark about her age. As a professional, he was ever alert to anything that might be used as a tool to aid in conditioning.

"I think, he made a special arrangement with a friend's son, is what I heard from Mick," Zed offered. In any case, Coach, I was told to bring her to you to see what you can do for her."

"Mmm..mmm..mmm" the Coach repeated. "I don't know," he then said. "Do you understand why you are here, young lady?" he asked Sandra unexpectedly addressing her directly for the first time.

Sandra opened her mouth to reply, but The Coach held up a hand, effectively silencing her.

"You are here to be trained, Miss Hickerson. Trained to perform for your mate or for any male or female chosen for you." Sandra's eyes grew wide with disbelief at his frank portrayal of her situation. The Coach continued, "Before you leave our institution, you will have learned to willingly accept and perform certain duties and responsibilities. In the end, Miss Hickerson, you will become what we refer to as a Fully Functional Female. At Zed's request, we will begin the physical development component of your program."

Unable to contain her outrage, Sandra opened her mouth. All that came out, however was a grunt, when like lightning The Coach's hand shot between her thighs. With his finger tips, the man pushed upward on her CAP. Sandra hadn't thought it possible to manipulate the device from the front, but she was very wrong. The man brutally depressed the blunt end of the appliance repeatedly until Sandra's knees began to buckle. Then just as suddenly, he stopped.

As if nothing at all had happened the man continued with his speech. "While you are in my Gymnasium you will conform to all of The Facility's standards and prescripts as well as a few of my own. "For example, Miss Hickerson. As per The Facility's first non-negotiable standard, you shall not speak unless spoken to, and while you are in my Gymnasium you will then answer only with, ‘Yes Coach' or ‘No Coach.' The latter, by the way, I don't expect to hear very often," he added. The Facility's second non-negotiable standard shall also be observed one hundred percent. You will maintain direct eye contact with your lover or Handler at all times while being attended to. No exceptions. In addition, you will note that there is a variety of apparatus here. All of these devices are equipped with video cameras to monitor your progress. At least one camera on each device will be pointed at your face while you are engaged in a re-education session. In the event that a Handler is not immediately present while you are on one of the apparatus, you are expected to look directly into the lens of the nearest video camera. No exceptions. Do I make myself clear, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra was too stunned to answer the man at first. Eventually though, she found her breath. At first, Sandra thought about complaining, but quickly reconsidered when she saw the unyielding expression on The Coach's face.

"Yes, Coach," Sandra Hickerson replied. She couldn't believe she'd actually said it.

"Zed, you can stay if you like," The Coach said turning to the Handler, feeling he owed Sandra no further explanation. "Or, if you wish, you may come back later. I'll see to it that Shauna get's a proper workout."

They both turned and looked across the room. The little brunette stood hugging an odd looking device. She pressed her small chest against a pillow-like area at the upper front of the cylindrical apparatus. Shauna's narrow hips swayed slowly from side to side as the youngster gazed into the all seeing lens of a nearby camera.

"She looks happy enough for the moment," Zed agreed with a smile. "Perhaps I'll go get caught up on some paperwork. I'll let Mick know that Miss Hickerson is with you. He said he'd come for her personally when Dirk can see her."

"Very well then," The Coach answered. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the ‘improved' Miss Hickerson should you choose to bed her this evening." He gave Zed one of his rare smiles. Zed then turned and left the Gymnasium.

Sandra stood for a moment in an appalled silence. "Who were these evil men and how on Earth was she ever going to escape their clutches?"

"Miss Hickerson, I want you to meet Miss Andrea Simmons," he nodded toward the younger blond girl who'd been standing silently waiting during Sandra's ‘interview.' The pretty girl was reluctant to look at Sandra. "Miss Simmons has been with us for three weeks and is working on vaginal strength and control."

The pretty younger blond blushed a deep red. Sandra actually felt sorry for the younger girl, knowing all to well what it was like to be discussed so impersonally with another person.

"Miss Simmons is proving to be a reasonably proficient lover, considering she had little to no experience before joining our family, but she has a problem with concentration. Allow me to demonstrate."

Sandra had a bad feeling about this.

The man moved beside the younger blond then knelt down. It was only then that Sandra recognized the object attached by a light chain to the barbell weight. It was a fairly large clear acrylic phallus. The contrivance was even anatomically correct with a broad, oversized head. The shaft was embossed with heavy veins, and the blunt end sported a pair of half-testicles. The fourteen inch chain and weight were attached by a brass clip to a small metal ring screwed into the base of the phallus.

Holding the phallus by the blunt end, The Coach allowed the chain to lay between his fingers. "Miss Simmons, let's show Miss Hickerson what we've been studying, shall we." After three weeks with The Facility, the pretty blond fifteen-year old obeyed without comment or delay. Spreading her feet to shoulder width, she waited. "Miss Hickerson, what we are doing here we call vaginal weight lifting." He raised the phallus up between the pretty blond's thighs, its broad head aimed at her sweet target. The ten pound weight dangled from the chain below. "Once Miss Simmons is what we refer to as ‘Fully Involved,' meaning she has accepted the appliance as deeply into her as possible." While he explained the procedure, The Coach pushed the clear plastic shaft upward and into the young teenager's vagina. Sandra stared spellbound as inch after inch of clear plastic disappeared into the hapless girl. Sandra saw her thighs tremble visibly and her otherwise small flat tummy bulge outward from the internal pressure. While his young subject shuddered from his attentions, The Coach pushed up harder on the blunt end of the large phallus and went on with his explanation, "Miss Simmons will then attempt to hold onto the artificial penis using her vaginal muscles. How does that feel, Miss Simmons? Are you fully involved?"

"Y.. Yes Coach," the pretty blond gasped breathlessly.

"I want you to concentrate, now, Miss Simmons," The Coach said still applying upward pressure on the device impaling the younger girl. The pretty blond closed her eyes for only a second before realizing her mistake. Quickly she opened them and stared directly into The Coach's steel grey eyes. The Coach decided to let her small transgression pass without reprisal this time since she was helping to prepare Sandra for her own turn at weightlifting. On any other day, Miss Simmons would have received an immediate CAP adjustment. "I want you to facility yourself around your vagina, Miss Simmons." The pretty blond stared at him obediently, listening intently to his every word. "Remember, to have a man's penis inside of you is a privilege. To hold it inside of you is your duty." This was not the last time Sandra would hear this statement. One day it would become her personal mantra. "Are you ready, Miss Simmons?"

"Yes, Coach."

The man removed his hand from the end of the clear plastic appliance leaving the ten pound weight to try to dislodge the phallus from its supple sheath. "One minute, Miss Simmons," he said glancing at his watch.

Sandra watched in disbelief while the younger teenager struggled to hold onto the object lodged deeply inside of her womb. Abruptly, about two inches of the ten inch device slipped from inside the girl. A small moan which subsequently issued from the distressed girl was rewarded by The Coach placing his hand on the blunt end of her size nine CAP Device. Andrea Simmons gave him a look of abject fear.

"Forty-five seconds," The Coach said. He did not bring any pressure to bear on Miss Simmons's CAP for the moment. "Be still and concentrate, Miss Simmons," he warned instead. "Facility yourself. Feel the cock, Miss Simmons. Hold it, honor it, Miss Simmons."

Sandra saw the younger girl begin to tremble all over. Beads of perspiration popped out on her cheeks and forehead.

"Thirty seconds," The Coach intoned.

No sooner than he'd said it, another inch or so of clear acrylic appeared between the trembling thighs of the unhappy Miss Andrea Simmons.

"I have six older men who are very interested in spending some quality corrective time with you, Miss Simmons," he threatened. "Twenty seconds. Concentrate. If you fail, you are going to be a very busy young woman for the next several hours."

The lovely Andrea Simmons opened her mouth in a silent gasp. It took all of her concentration to avoid shutting her eyes from the shear exertion, let alone try to facility herself around her lower abdomen like she'd been taught. She felt another precious inch of the vaginal weight lifting device slip from her clutches.

"Five seconds," she heard as if from a great distance. Andrea squeezed for all she was worth, clamping her strong vaginal muscles tightly around the remainder of the artificial penis lodged in her depths. She wanted so badly to succeed. "Three..." Andrea stared into his eyes. "Two..." She wasn't going to make it. "One..." She'd done it.

The steel weight dropped to the floor with a resounding "clang" followed by the clatter of the clear plastic penis suddenly released from its sweet confines. The pretty girl wobbled on her feet. Andrea was exhausted. Her tummy cramped suddenly, causing her to groan softly. It actually felt good when The Coach cupped her and started to rub.

"You have done well, Miss Simmons," The Coach complimented the pretty blond girl. "I remember not too long ago you couldn't manage two pounds. You are to be commended for your diligence." He slipped his finger into Andrea. "Squeeze, please, Miss Simmons." The youngster complied by quickly flexing her muscles. "Relax." Andrea released her ‘hold' on The Coach's probing digit. "Squeeze again, please. Good." He removed his finger. "I think you're ready to begin your Control Sessions, Miss Simmons. Kindly tell your Handler that I want you to attend my afternoon session beginning tomorrow."

The younger girl nodded, obediently.

"Are you scheduled for male companionship later today?"

She nodded again, blushing slightly. The Coach then removed a small writing pad from his pocket. After scribbling some notes on the pad, he tore off the top sheet and handed it to Andrea Simmons.

"Please show this note to your next several lovers, Miss Simmons."

The blond took the note from him.

"These are my instructions to your Handlers and Companions to take you slower than they normally would."

Andrea looked up at him, the humiliation plainly visible on her pretty face.

"For the next few days I want you to concentrate on maintaining vaginal control while you are being made love to. Remember what I've taught you here. Relax on the thrust, flex and grip upon withdrawal."

"Yes, Coach," Andrea said mechanically.

"Good. Now, before you leave, I want Miss Hickerson to feel what properly conditioned vaginal muscles can accomplish. Miss Hickerson, please insert your middle finger into Miss Simmons."

"What did you say?" Sandra asked in a bewildered tone. She'd been staring at the plastic penis lying on the floor between Andrea's feet and trying not to look at the younger girl.

Without even the slightest change of expression, The Coach swiftly took hold of the end of Sandra's CAP and thrust it upward. Sandra grunted deeply. Her blue eyes flew open wide, the shock and pain plainly etched on her face.

"What are the two responses to my questions that we discussed, Miss Hickerson?" The Coach growled from just behind Sandra's right ear. He ground the CAP deeper into her delicate tissues.

"Ohh gddddd! Nnnnnn.." Sandra moaned loudly.

"Incorrect!" The Coach snapped. He rammed her CAP upward.

"Huuuhhhh!" Her entire body convulsed.

"We'll try again, Miss Hickerson," The Coach said in an even tone of voice. "Put your finger into Miss Simmons." He maintained an upward force on Sandra's CAP, causing her to raise up onto her toes.

Sandra turned to face her tormentor, giving him a pleading look. She was instantly rewarded with another anal thrust.

"Do it now, Miss Hickerson," he ordered. "And what do you say?"

Sandra looked at him again. Her lack of understanding was unmistakable. The Coach remained silent. He twisted her CAP slowly. Sandra finally looked toward Andrea Simmons who'd been standing in complete silence. When Sandra at last was able to make eye contact with the younger blond girl, Andrea nodded her head as subtly as possible while moving her eyes toward The Coach. She was trying to give Sandra a hint.

Sandra stood perplexed for a moment then at last understanding dawned on her.

"Miss Hickerson?" The Coach prompted after a few seconds.

"Y...yes, Coach," the once proud blond said softly at last.

"That's much better, Miss Hickerson," he said in a patronizing tone of voice. "Now please proceed."

Sandra was having a very bad time of it. Never in her wildest nightmares had she ever seen herself with another woman. Even her recent experience with Shauna was nothing in comparison to what this wicked man wanted her to do. Sandra had never touched a woman intimately in any fashion. "And now he expects me to put my finger into this girl's vagina?" her mind screamed in outrage.

"Huuhh!" Sandra gasped when The Coach gave her a small anal reminder.

Slowly the blond fourteen-year old reached toward Andrea's lower abdomen.

"Go ahead, please, Miss Hickerson. Take Miss Simmons's pussy in your hand," The Coach instructed when Sandra hesitated. "She won't mind. Will you, Miss Simmons?" he said with a smirk.

"No, Coach." Andrea replied dutifully. She looked away in embarrassment.

"Look at Miss Hickerson, please. She is about to handle you, Miss Simmons. You know the rules. Don't make me call in your friends," he warned ominously.

Andrea shot him a desperate look then raised her eyes to meet Sandra's.

Much too vividly Andrea recalled her last encounter with "her friends" as The Coach was fond of calling them. Somehow Andrea had managed to catch the eye of a particular group of Handlers within the first hour of her stay at The Facility. It had been in the main hallway that they'd first met. There were six of them and all were a good bit older than the rest of the Handlers. Andrea hadn't been told who they were or why they were interested in her, but in a very short time, she had "gotten to know" each and every one of them. As mentioned earlier, Andrea had been quite inexperienced prior to being enrolled in The Facility, but that was short lived. Her virginity had remained in tact for all of about two hours following her introduction to her "friends." Since then Andrea had entertained the group at least once every couple of days for the past three weeks. Unbeknownst to the pretty young blond, she was being prepared to provide group sexual services to several of her older brother's friends. Andrea's Primary theorized that after having regular encounters with six older men, she would be grateful to provide pleasure to males her own age and in particular one at a time. The Facility thought of everything.

Andrea shivered when she vividly recalled the sensation of having a male organ inside each of her openings as well as one in each hand. Five men at once she'd performed for while a sixth had handled her breasts. Even after several weeks of these engagements, Andrea dreaded the very mention of the vile group of Handlers. Andrea Simmons would cooperate.

Sandra was another story. She simply wasn't "that way." But things had changed for the egotistical blond. Before her stood a teenage girl just a few years her junior waiting to be touched by her.

"Touch Miss Simmons, Miss Hickerson," The Coach again ordered. "I want you to feel what a little re-education can do for a girl." He chuckled wickedly.

Sandra looked at him then shook her head plaintively.

The Coach's expression caused Sandra to recoil from the man. "Miss Hickerson," he began in a hissing, evil tone of voice. "If you don't have your middle finger inside of Miss Simmons by the time I count three, I am going to see to it that you spend some quality time with Miss Simmons's ‘friends.' I'm sure she won't mind sharing them with you for a day or two. You won't be jealous or anything, will you Miss Simmons?" he asked mockingly. After an uncomfortable couple of seconds, the pretty fifteen-year old looked down at the floor and shook her head. "I didn't think so," The Coach smirked. "You see, Miss Hickerson, Miss Simmons's friends really know how to keep a girl busy."

Sandra stared at him apprehensively.

"Have you ever been with more than one man at a time, Miss Hickerson?" The Coach asked unexpectedly. He really didn't expect an answer. "I didn't think so," the man went on, seeing Sandra's incredulous expression. "That will soon change, Miss Hickerson, I can assure you, and if you don't want to begin this very afternoon, I suggest you obey me. Put your finger into Miss Simmons this instant.

"But..." Sandra pleaded, looking from The Coach to the younger blond then back.

"One.." The Coach said.

Sandra looked around in rising panic, searching for any possibility of escape. There were none, of course.

"Two.." The Coach counted.

Sandra felt the now familiar feeling of being trapped and out of control. She looked at the younger girl who stood waiting to be abused by her. Andrea's face was an emotionless mask. When Sandra gave her an apologetic look as she slowly reached her hand out toward the pretty blond, Andrea gave no sign of acknowledgment.

"Three.." The Coach said as Sandra's finger tips made contact with the soft curls of Andrea Simmons's pussy. "Good," he then said. "Now enter her, please, Miss Hickerson. Miss Simmons, spread your legs for Miss Hickerson, please."

Andrea Simmons did as she was told as Sandra spread her hand out over the younger woman's pussy. She was soft and warm. Then, as the two young ladies' eyes locked, Sandra Hickerson pressed her middle finger into the tight, moist confines of Andrea Simmons. For reasons unknown to her, Sandra seemed unable to remove her eyes from Andrea's. As she carefully wormed her finger up into the younger girl, Sandra watched entranced by the subtle medley of expressions that played across Andrea's face. As per her re-education, the younger woman attempted to maintain neutral deportment during Sandra's invasion of her person, but it was obviously difficult for the pretty blond.

"Was it forgiveness, or pity, or what that she saw in Andrea's eyes?" Sandra wondered. "She certainly is warm and wet inside," Sandra's mind thought aimlessly.

"Squeeze Miss Hickerson' finger, please, Miss Simmons," the Coach ordered, disturbing Sandra's musings.

Sandra was indeed shocked by the amount of pressure that the younger blond obediently exerted on her invading digit. Sandra doubted she could have pressed further into Andrea had she wanted to, so tight was the younger woman's vaginal grip. Subconsciously, Sandra was impressed.

"Do you feel the power of her muscles, Miss Hickerson?" the Coach asked rhetorically. "In just a few weeks, you too will have gained such strength and control, I assure you."

Sandra actually thought she saw a look of pride come over Andrea Simmons's face. "No way!" she told herself.

"You may remove your finger from Miss Simmons, now Miss Hickerson, then kindly step over here." The Coach pointed to the floor in front of him. Gladly, Sandra complied, and while she was standing, the Coach stepped to an intercom phone on the wall nearby.

"Yes, Mick," he spoke into the receiver. "Yes, she's here. We're just now getting started." He nodded several times. "I understand, Mick. Now, as Miss Hickerson' Principal, I need your permission to remove her CAP for a period of time." Again, several nods as the Coach listened to Sandra's Principal's instructions. "I see," the Coach said after a period of time. He looked in Sandra's direction. "So she won't be seeing him today, you say. I understand. Very well, I'll keep her here along with young Shauna until either you or Zed come for them." He nodded a few more times, then said, "OK, Mick. She'll come around. Don't worry. They all do in time." He hung up the phone. "You will not be seeing Dirk today, Miss Hickerson. That'll give us more time for practice."

Sandra gave him an apprehensive look, and was about to make the mistake of asking the Coach what he meant by "practice," when he continued.

"Please stand here in front of me and spread your feet to shoulder width," the Coach instructed Sandra. Then turning to Andrea he said, "You may stick around and observe, Miss Simmons, or I can call for some companionship for you if you'd prefer."

"I.. I'll stay," the younger girl said pensively.

"Very well then. Stand over there and be quiet," the Coach ordered. Andrea obeyed instantly. "I'm waiting, Miss Hickerson," he then said turning to face Sandra. Slowly the lovely blond moved closer to the man and stopped in front of him. She seemed to have gotten reasonably comfortable with her nudity since she made no attempt what-so-ever to cover herself. Taking her by the shoulders, the Coach turned Sandra sideways then ordered her once again to spread her feet apart. When at last Sandra complied, he moved very close and placed one hand in the small of Sandra's back. She flinched at his touch. "Easy, Miss Hickerson. You must become accustomed to being touched." He placed his other hand flat on Sandra's firm, feminine soft lower abdomen. Then using his hand on her back to support her, the Coach began to press and massage Sandra's tummy in particular over the area of her uterus. "Not bad muscle tone," he commented to himself. "Definite room for improvement, but we have a good foundation to build upon in you, Miss Hickerson. Now let's check you out inside."

Before Sandra could even think to object or resist, the Coach reached down and deftly removed her CAP device, causing her to shudder visibly.

"Only a size six," the Coach muttered again to himself as he set the appliance onto a nearby lab table. "We'll have to see about that," he said.

Sandra noted absent mindedly how empty she felt for a change when totally unexpectedly, the Coach moved his hand from Sandra's tummy down to cup her pussy. Sandra inhaled quickly at his touch then groaned audibly when simultaneously the Coach entered both of her passages with the middle fingers of his hands. With practiced ease he slid his fingers deeply into the trembling blond, twisting and pulling upward and outward as he went, stretching Sandra until she felt as if she'd tear in two down there. Sandra's knees felt rubbery, and she surely would have fallen had not the Coach been supporting practically her entire weight in his cradling hands. Sandra endured his probing explorations until she thought she'd scream from humiliation and rage. She was just on the verge of making an absolutely huge mistake when the Coach clucked his tongue and said, "Very disappointing, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra looked down at him in disbelief.

"A woman your age should have far better internal muscle tone if you are to provide adequate stimulation to your male companions." Sandra now stared down in wide eyed loathing as the man continued to examine her internally while commenting shamelessly. "After all, this is why you are female. How you manage your available orifices and internal musculature is of paramount importance to a young female. To put it bluntly, Miss Hickerson. You need a lot of work."

Sandra was struck dumb with shocked astonishment.

"Squeeze, please, Miss Hickerson. Both passages if you will," the Coach ordered.

"Wh.. What?" Sandra stammered.

"Squeeze my fingers, Miss Hickerson." When Sandra continued to look totally confused, the Coach explained helpfully, "I want you to use your internal muscles to squeeze down on my fingers both in your vagina and in your anal passage, just like you felt Miss Simmons do, Miss Hickerson."

Reminded of the younger blond, Sandra looked in the girl's direction. She was very disturbed to see a slight smirk on her face. "How could another person in the exact same situation not feel some sympathy?" Sandra wondered as she endured the humiliating manual attentions of her newest instructor.

Sandra groaned as the Coach began to alternately delve into first her anal passage then her vagina. "Squeeze my fingers, Miss Hickerson," the Coach again enjoined. "I want you to attempt to keep me from pushing my fingers farther inside of you. Squeeze, Miss Hickerson. Squeeze as hard as you can."

Sandra finally gave in and bore down. This was not something she normally did, so her muscle control was less than perfect to say the least. She felt dirty and horrible as she was forced to endure the utterly humiliating and degrading attentions of the one called Coach.

"Miss Hickerson, I am indeed disappointed," he chided. "See how easily I can enter you."

"Hmmpphh," Sandra huffed, her tummy bulging outward as the Coach pushed both fingers deeply into her interior.

"Silence!" the Coach commanded. "I don't expect to hear another sound from you, Miss Hickerson, unless I ask you a direct question. Now bear down please. Use the same muscles you use when you perform a bowel movement." He extracted his fingers so that only the tips remained inside Sandra's openings. "Now, squeeze!" he practically shouted, startling the young blond. "Harder!" he added when he felt Sandra's weak attempt at compliance. Sandra rose up on her tiptoes with a gasp of surprise when the Coach again entered her virtually unopposed. This time, he continued to delve deeply into Sandra's farthest reaches for several minutes, probing and pulling and stretching. Sandra was mortified, although, unconsciously, due to the influence of Thelazine, her body began to react to the Coach's touch.

"It's no use," he said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice. He removed his fingers from inside of Sandra and stood before her. Then staring directly into her eyes, he lectured the stunned young woman. "You are totally out of shape, Miss Hickerson. We will need to start at the beginning with you and continue with an intensive re-education discipline until such a time as you are fit enough to provide proper companionship to our staff and volunteers. Right now I would have to classify you as being well below average in sexual ability. It is no wonder you were enrolled at the Facility. If you were my woman, I would do nothing less.

Sandra was speechless with rage and consternation which was a very good thing. Had she spoken out at that particular moment, it would not have gone well for her. While Sandra stood naked, pondering her misfortune the Coach retrieved the vaginal weight lifting tackle from where Andrea had dropped it earlier. Sandra instinctively closed her knees tightly together when the Coach knelt beside her. A look of unveiled apprehension graced her otherwise handsome face.

"Spread you r legs, Miss Hickerson, and we'll begin," the Coach instructed in a casual tone. Then he turned to Andrea who'd been watching from nearby and said, "You may assist me, Miss Simmons, if you don't mind." While Andrea approached, the Coach busied himself by removing the weight from the phallus device. "I don't think we'll be needing any weight just yet," the Coach commented, placing the iron disk on the floor near Sandra's feet. Then, while Sandra listened in disbelief, the Coach instructed Andrea to step closer. "You will be in charge of maintaining anal presence for Miss Hickerson during this afternoon's workout, Miss Simmons. Please begin now," he said curtly. Before Sandra knew what was happening, the younger blond obligingly squatted behind her and quickly pushed a finger into Sandra's rear end.

"Ow!" Sandra whimpered when the younger girl's finger nail jabbed at her tender interior tissues.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson! This is your final warning!" the Coach threatened. "If you think Miss Simmons's manual attention to your nether region causes discomfort, then you won't want to cause me to caution you again."

Sandra did not like the sound of his warning what-so-ever. She struggled to maintain silence while the younger girl wormed her finger deeper inside. Meanwhile, the Coach spread a small amount of K/Y Jelly over the smooth acrylic surface of the artificial penis in preparation for insertion.

"Spread your legs, Miss Hickerson. Feet at shoulder width and look down at me, if you please." He knelt beside the unfortunate teenager. "I am going to place the weight bearing device inside of your vagina now," he explained as he touched the tip of the big clear plastic penis to Sandra's inner thigh nearest to him and slowly moved it upward toward its eventual home. Sandra shivered. Instinctively she tensed her muscles.

"She's tensing, Coach," Andrea reported from behind.

"Please, relax your muscles, Miss Hickerson," the Coach instructed, touching the tip of his device to Sandra's outer lips. "Once you are fully involved, then you may begin your gripping exercises." He pushed upward on the phallus.

As the somewhat blunted head of the acrylic penis pushed into her vaginal opening, Sandra found herself unconsciously thinking of Emilio.

"Look at me, please, Miss Hickerson," the Coach ordered from his kneeling position beside her. "You must always maintain eye contact with your handler, especially while being entered. This is a non-negotiable rule here at the Facility."

Sandra struggled hard to maintain some semblance of composure as she was forced to look into the eyes of her tormentor. The weight bearing device was quite a bit larger than Sandra had first suspected. Its length was indeed formidable at fourteen inches or so, but presently it was the girth of the object that gave Sandra some concern. At almost two inches in diameter, this was by far the largest item that Sandra had ever accepted into her vaginal canal, Emilio inclusive. Sandra's knees began to tremble as the Coach applied more pressure onward and upward.

"She's clenching again," Andrea Simmons tattled from behind.

Halting his progress, the Coach began to lecture Sandra, "You must relax your muscles, Miss Hickerson. I realize that it's a reflex action for a female to clamp down upon entry, but this is totally contrary to the Facility's disciplines for proper passage control. We believe quite strongly that a young lady must learn to relax in order to better facilitate entry. Once fully involved or at such a time as her mate chooses to withdraw, then and only then should she bear down and grip him or her. Do I make myself clear, Miss Hickerson?" the Coach asked.

Sandra was beside herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from a man who was raping her with plastic penis and with the apparently willing assistance of another captive like herself. Sandra was too bewildered and appalled to answer. Almost as if by rote, she nodded. A very good sign, and of course, the Coach didn't miss it.

"Good. Then kindly relax your vaginal muscles and let me know when you are fully involved." He pushed upward once again.

Sandra instinctively shifted her hips as seven inches of hard, clear acrylic disappeared into her permissive interior. Her tummy bulged outward and her nostrils flared when after another inch and a half of incursion, the broad head of the device pressed against her deep tissues.

The Coach, who had been watching Sandra's facial expressions intently noted the slight widening of her eyes and expression of concern indicative of full involvement. He pushed upward a bit harder, gaining nearly another inch. Sandra groaned.

"Silence unless spoken to!" the Coach spat. Then after a brief pause he said, "Now look at me and tell me that you are fully involved, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra was extremely uncomfortable. Her belly ached horribly from the continued upward pressure the Coach exerted on the impaling device. In addition she felt Andrea Simmons move her finger in her rear end, almost as if she were teasing her. Sandra was thoroughly humiliated.

"Did you hear what I said, Miss Hickerson?" the Coach asked impatiently.

Sandra looked down at him with unbridled hatred in her eyes. She refused to answer.

"I'm waiting, Miss Hickerson. Are you fully involved at this time or shall I try another few inches." He pushed upward a bit harder.

"Uuughhh! N... noo. Stop, please! Mmuughh!" Sandra grunted painfully.

"I'll stop when you do as you're told, Miss Hickerson," the Coach explained. He maintained upward forced on the appliance lodged inside of Sandra. "Tell me. Are you or are you not fully involved at this time."

Sandra gasped once again from the pressure and pain she felt in her lower abdomen. She knew she would have to answer or the wicked man would inflict further pain upon her. At last she gave in to his wishes, much to her continued consternation. "Yes," Sandra said breathlessly.

"Yes, what?" the Coach countered

Sandra gave him a look that could smelt iron.

"Yes, what, Miss Hickerson?" the man giving no heed to her expression of loathing. He pushed up on the vaginal appliance. Sandra groaned and rose up on her tiptoes. She stared up at the ceiling in utter dismay.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," the Coach ordered instantly. "I'll ask you one more time. Then there will be correction. Are you or are you not fully involved?"

"I.. Uugghh," Sandra huffed. "I.. Yes.. I.. Ohhh! Y.. Yes, I.. I'm fully involved." She was shattered. The pressure between her thighs eased ever so slightly. Sandra felt dirty and spineless. "How could she let these horrible people have their way with her with so little opposition on her part?" she berated herself.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," the Coach snapped. "You shall maintain eye contact or face the consequences!" we warned. The Coach was not known to be a lenient man, and he was definitely losing patience with this one. He pulled on the appliance gently. He felt no resistance what so ever. The girl's vagina muscles were completely out of condition. "Probably atrophied from lack of use," he surmised. He pushed the weight lifting phallus up into Sandra once more.

"Ugghh!" she grunted softly.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted.

"For God's sake," Sandra cried in response, forgetting her situation. "You people are all nuts!" she said glaring down at the man kneeling beside her. "And that includes you," Sandra spat, turning to shoot and icy look at Andrea. "You guys rape a person repeatedly and then expect her to thank you for doing it! You're all sick!" Sandra shrieked. She trembled with the rage she'd held pent up for hours and hours.

The Coach was ominously silent. Andrea Simmons winced when Sandra finished her tirade, certain that reprisal would be swift and severe. For several long minutes the Coach knelt calmly by, holding the be-testicled end of the device with which Sandra was currently involved. He snapped a cautionary glance at Andrea, warning the younger girl without words to keep silent and to carry on with her appointed function. Andrea returned his hard stare bravely, but soon was forced to look away. She could see the viciousness seething just beneath the surface on the face of the Handler/Instructor.

Andrea was utterly shocked when moments later the Coach said in a calm and even tone of voice, "Miss Hickerson, I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I will try to explain the way things are and shall be for you in the foreseeable future." He held the phallic device firmly, pressing upward slightly.

A dull ache spread slowly through Sandra's tummy, but it was not too terribly uncomfortable for the moment. Something about the wholly unemotional inflection in his voice caused Sandra to squelch her indignant wrath, and give the Coach her undivided attention. in spite of her current predicament, held captive against her will, subjected to untold humiliations and dehumanizing acts, suffering before a man who even now raped her where she stood, while a younger woman touched her where no one had ever touched her before, man or woman.

"For centuries, Miss Hickerson," the Coach began. "Females have held the male of the human species hostage." He gazed up at Sandra. "Women are taught by their mothers from an early age to believe that they can cause any man to do whatever they wish just to get a chance to even look at what she has between her legs. Young women come to believe that males will do absolutely anything in order to be granted even a chance at that one fleeting moment. You believe, Miss Hickerson, as does Miss Simmons, as do most young women who come to us, that you can get anything you want from any man if you even hint that he might get a chance at this warm, wet organ between your thighs. Isn't that right?" He pushed harder on the weight trainer.

Sandra groaned barely audibly, but held her tongue.

"You may answer me, Miss Hickerson," the Coach prompted. "You think your vagina gives you limitless power over men. Don't you?"

After a moment of silence, Sandra nodded curtly. The man was right. That was what she truly believed. And thus far in her life, it had been fact. Sandra had never had any problems getting guys to do whatever she asked. She smirked to herself, remembering some of the times she'd used her body or even the hint of a chance with her to get what she wanted from some witless buffoon. Sandra smiled inwardly, so pleased with herself, recalling several instances when she'd later denied them the "privilege." How crushed they'd been, how wonderfully devastated. "It's such fun," Sandra thought.

"Many women use their bodies to beguile and to lure only to later retract that which she proffers, leaving her victim hanging unfulfilled," the Coach continued. He knew from experience that Sandra was a temptress and a tease. He'd worked with too many young women just like her. The look on Sandra's face at that very instant was enough to confirm his suspicions. The Coach returned the haughty blond's look of surprise with a knowing smile. "You are one of those treacherous females. Are you not, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra looked away, refusing to answer.

"No need to reply, this time, Miss Hickerson. I know your type. I've handled countless bitches such as yourself, and to a one, they have all come away reformed young ladies."

Sandra gave him her best most venomous look. It bounced off like bullets off Kevlar.

"By the time you leave my tutelage and this esteemed institution, my dear girl, you too will be a changed young woman. One who knows her proper place. One who will serve a partner rather than seduce and deceive."

Sandra stood in astonished silence, listening to the fiendish man's rattlings on.

"When we are finished with you, Miss Hickerson, you will know how to use that which God has granted you between your legs to give pleasure when desired, and never pain nor anguish," the Coach lectured. "And to that very end, Miss Sandra Michelle Hickerson, we shall begin work right away. Furthermore, I shall tolerate no further outbursts or resistance of any kind. You have just now received more information than most Guests ever receive. You may do with information as you see fit, but you will behave, and you will comply with my wishes, or you will be corrected at once." Without the slightest pause, the Coach looked at Andrea and said, "Miss Simmons, without removing your finger from Miss Hickerson, kindly reach over and hand me her CAP device. I was going to try her first exercises without it, but I fear she needs the added motivation. If that proves insufficient, we will introduce Miss Hickerson to other forms of anal inspiration."

Sandra came very close to objecting, or at least pleading with the Coach about the horrible rectal device, but thought better of the idea. She did not like the sound of "other forms of anal inspiration."

Andrea handed the anal bomblette to the Coach who, without a word of warning, nodded to Miss Simmons that she should remover her finger. Immediately thereafter, he introduced the already lubricated device slowly into Sandra's rear end. While he pushed the CAP into Sandra's rectal passage, he simultaneously slipped the weight trainer out of her vagina.

To Sandra it felt like she was being deflated and inflated internally at the same time. The sensation, although not actually painful, was exceedingly uncomfortable and utterly foreign to Sandra. She stoically suppressed a groan.

When at last Sandra's anal sphincter snapped into place around the narrowed neck of her CAP, the Coach said casually, "There, now perhaps you will be better able to focus, Miss Hickerson." Turning to Andrea, he then said, "You are excused, Miss Simmons. I will see you in Vaginal Control Class later on."

"Yes Coach," Andrea said then quickly left the gym.

"Now then, we can get started with you, Miss Hickerson. As I explain to all of my charges, a mantra that I expect for you to adopt as your own is as follows, ‘To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty.' Repeat that for me please, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra glared at him in disbelief.

"Go ahead, Miss Hickerson. Repeat after me. To have a man's penis inside of me..."

Sandra struggled with her self-will and her fear. At last she uttered almost inaudibly, "To have a man's penis...."

"Good. Very good," the Coach said. "Now... To hold him inside of me is my duty. Now you, Miss Hickerson," he smile benevolently.

"To hold him inside of me...." Sandra paused. She trembled. She thought for and instant that she would break down into a sobbing heap but refused to give the horrible creature before her the pleasure. "Is my duty," she said flatly, chin up eyes straight ahead. Sandra vowed that no matter what they did to her she would not let them break her.

"Again," the Coach said from his kneeling position beside her right hip. Sandra looked down at him questioningly. "Repeat your mantra, Miss Hickerson," he ordered.

Sandra fumed, but taking a deep breath she recited, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To... huhhhhh!" Sandra gasped when the Coach unexpectedly shoved the weight trainer up into her with a decisive thrust. Sandra suddenly found herself thoroughly filled in both of her lower openings. This was an entirely new experience for her, and one she did not altogether fancy.

While maintaining a steady upward force against the vaginal weight re-education device the Coach asked casually, "Are you fully involved, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra found it difficult to speak at first or even to breathe. At last she was able to croak out, "Yes, Coach." Nothing else seemed to come to mind at the moment, no wry witticism, no derisive remark. The Coach had Sandra's attention at last.

"Bend your knees, please, Miss Hickerson and squat down slightly. Spread your legs more as well, please. Have you ever seen a Sumo wrestling match on television?"

Sandra looked at him in bewilderment.

"You know, the fat Japanese guys who squat and stomp. I want you to squat just like that. Spread your knees more. That's better."

Much to Sandra's astonishment, she found herself obeying the man almost mechanically. As she squatted, the Coach held the weight re-education appliance up inside of her using the palm of his hand to apply constant pressure.

Sandra was becoming quite uncomfortable. The tops of her thighs began to burn almost immediately. She hoped she wouldn't have to hold this position for too long.

"Now, Miss Hickerson," the Coach said. "In a moment I am going to take my hand away, and I expect for you to hold the trainer using only your vaginal muscles. To start off, I'll not be applying any additional weight to the device. You should be able to accomplish the task of containing just the phallus itself. I doubt it weighs even a pound. Although given your age and your obvious lack of experience and discipline, we can't know for certain until we try, right." He smiled up at the indignant young woman. Then pushing upward briefly, the Coach asked, "Are you ready?"

Sandra was both angry at his unflattering mention of her age and sexual prowess, and at the same time, worried that he might be correct. She nodded.

"I beg your pardon?" the Coach instantly countered.

"Y... yes Coach," Sandra said at last in a somewhat exasperated tone of voice.

"Very well, then. We'll try for one full minute. Ready... Go!" The Coach let go of the clear acrylic penis. With a clatter, it fell to the floor, sliding from Sandra with little hindrance. The Coach gave Sandra a look that enraged her even more. "Let's try that again, shall we. And this time, concentrate, Miss Hickerson." He retrieved the device then effortlessly returned it to Sandra's depths, causing her tummy to bulge outward momentarily. Looking up at the disrespectful blond, he said, "Before I release this time, I want you to first repeat the second part of your mantra."

Sandra glared at him but eventually complied. "To hold him inside of me is my duty," she muttered dryly.

"Good, now I want you to squeeze for me. Bear down on the penis inside of you. Focus on it, Miss Hickerson. Honor the penis. To hold him inside is your duty."

Sandra flexed relatively unused muscles.

"No, no, no!" the Coach said straightaway. "I didn't ask you to give birth to the damn thing, Miss Hickerson. Like most women, you are trying to push ‘him' out. Embrace, coddle, contain. Clutch. Don't push."

"But..." Sandra began.

"Silence!" the Coach shouted. Like lightning he reached up with his free hand and slapped the butt of Sandra's CAP, causing her to grunt in a mixture of pain and surprise. The Coach's forgiving streak had apparently expired.

"Again," the Coach snapped. "Repeat your mantra, then squeeze."

Sandra recited the mantra without hesitation rather than risk further tampering with the appliance in her rear, then she squeezed.

"Better," she heard the Coach mutter. Looking down Sandra noticed the man had removed his hand entirely from the vaginal instrument. And rather than have it slip instantly from inside of her, Sandra found she was able to "hold" it in place. Before she could get a really good gloat going, however, the Coach had her repeat her mantra then said, "Now squat down more, please."

Sandra did as she was told., her thighs complaining bitterly.

"We'll begin with two pounds then gradually increase the weight," the Coach said as he snapped a small iron disk to the ring on the bottom of the weight trainer. Its associated lanyard was long enough to allow the weight to remain lying on the gym floor provided Sandra maintained her squatting position. "When I say, I want you to rise upward slowly, please. Your task is to lift the weight off the floor using pressure applied to the weight trainer with your vaginal muscles," the Coach explained to Sandra. "Begin," he said and glanced at his wrist watch.

It was somewhat of a relief to Sandra to straighten her legs from the deep crouching position she'd been required to assume. It was such a relief that she forgot to squeeze. The weight trainer was promptly dragged from inside of her and again clattered to the floor between her feet.

"Stand up, Miss Hickerson," the Coach commanded in none to cheery a tone. Sandra gave him a sheepish look. "You are obviously not concentrating."

"But..."

"Silence, Miss Hickerson. I have not asked for your opinion!" The coach assumed a position directly in from of the young blond. He was so close their noses almost touched. Sandra could feel his breath on lips. He was silent for a moment, then he continued. "Perhaps I was wrong in trying to explain our program to you, Miss Hickerson. I was in error expecting to be able to reason with you. Perhaps you would respond better to more direct encouragement." While Sandra stood with her mouth ajar, righteously indignant, the Coach stepped to the intercom unit. He muttered something unintelligible to Sandra then turned and ordered her to move to the wrestling style mat nearby. "Service Position One," the Coach ordered once Sandra was standing on the rubber mat. When Sandra only look at him questioningly, he barked, "On your hands and knees, Miss Hickerson. Now!"

Just then, the gymnasium door opened and a white coverall clad Handler entered. He was big like most, and not exceptionally good looking Sandra noted as he walked quickly in her direction. Events then moved at an alarmingly rapid pace. The two men never said a word to each other. The new Handler merely nodded toward the Coach in acknowledgment as he stepped onto the mat with Sandra. Sandra was about to turn on the "helpless little girl" act when she was abruptly thrown to the floor by the powerful man.

"You bastard, you're hurting me!" Sandra managed to cry out when the Handler took her by the scruff of the neck and pressed her face to the mat, forcing her down flat on her belly. Fear took hold of her when out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Coach drag a folding chair nearer the action and take a seat to watch.

"Take her," he instructed unemotionally. "Both openings. No orgasms. Name is Hickerson." He smile at Sandra's expression of fear and shock.

"Nooooo!" Sandra moaned and tried to struggle.

She was no match, however, for the powerful Handler who now straddled the backs of her thighs. He held Sandra pinned face down to the mat effortlessly with one big hand between her shoulder blades while with his free hand he unfastened his coveralls readying himself for the business at hand.

"Miss Hickerson, I'd like for you to meet Ken," the Coach said almost casually. "Ken is going to help you with your concentration and focus. I urge you to follow his instructions, and while you're at it, try to remember what little you've learned thus far. It will go far better for the both of you if you do."

"No, please!" Sandra said breathlessly. Panic was beginning to clutch at her gut with icy fingers.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" the man atop her said. His voice was coarse and rasping, probably from years of cigarette smoking. He took hold of the butt end of Sandra's CAP and pushed it savagely into her tender backside.

"Ugghh, God, nooo! Huhhhh!" Sandra gasped in response. The man was a brute.

"Silence!" the man named Ken growled and get up on your hands and knees. Service Position One, Miss Hickerson. Now!" he shouted from just behind Sandra's right ear. He then grabbed a handful of her thick, blond hair and pulled her head back with a vicious yank. At the same time he slid back off the backs of Sandra's thighs, seized the inside of her left hip and drug the hapless young woman up to a kneeling position.

Before Sandra could even think about fighting back, the man released his hold on her hip, clutched his fairly sizeable cock and plunged it into Sandra's vagina like a lance into vanilla pudding. Sandra arched instinctively as her newest lover traveled into her, virtually unopposed. Pulling back on her hair, Ken coaxed Sandra into an even more pronounced arch allowing him full and unfettered penetration.

Sandra was too astonished to really put up much of a showing of resistance. As the man began to get up a rhythm, Sandra found herself wondering just how many times she'd been raped that day. Was is five or six times? She'd lost count. Sandra endured quietly even though this was her first time in what she'd always heard referred to as "Doggie Style."

Sandra had never been one to experiment with sex much. She'd always treated it as a bargaining chip, a necessary step toward realizing a particular goal. She'd talked to female friends of hers, though, who'd implied that being taken from behind was the best way, but Sandra found the thought humiliating and degrading. Now she found herself grunting softly and rhythmically as the head of her lover's penis punched at her insides, his thighs slapping against her firm buttocks.

"How does she feel?" Sandra heard the Coach ask Ken.

"Sloppy," Ken replied matter-of-factly. "I can see why she's here. She needs a lot of work."

Sandra was mortified. Here she was being raped by a man who at the same time felt it perfectly acceptable to discuss her sexual prowess or lack thereof with another while he made love to her.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," the Coach ordered.

Sandra looked up at him while Ken continued his work.

"Repeat your mantra," the Coach said flatly.

"M..my wha...?" Sandra gasped. As much as she would later hate to admit, Ken's attentions were beginning to get through. The Thelazine, of course, helped a good deal by enhancing the signals sent from Sandra's pleasure centers to her rather beleaguered mind.

"Your mantra, Miss Hickerson," the Coach repeated. Then looking at Ken with an exasperated expression on his face he said, "How quickly they forget."

"Do it, Miss Hickerson. Obey the Coach!" Ken commanded from behind as he abruptly snapped his hips forward, stabbing himself violently into Sandra.

"Ugghh," Sandra responded to the input. Then slowly while Ken continued to administer to her, Sandra began in a broken huffing little voice, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. Ahhh... Ohhhh! To hold him inside of me is my d..duty!"

"Good," the Coach said leaning closer to Sandra. His face was only inches from hers. Sandra was devastated. She was being fucked from behind by one man while another sat nearby and tutored her. "I want you to practice what we've learned. Squeeze Ken. Hold onto him when he withdraws. It is your duty, Miss Hickerson. Remember that always." He was about to lean back in his seat when a thought struck him. Rising slightly, the Coach bent over Sandra and reached for her CAP. "Don't let me disturb you two love birds," he chuckled as he pulled the appliance from Sandra's rear end. Sandra didn't see him nod to Ken, but practically without breaking stride, the man withdrew his penis from her vagina then sunk it into her once virgin anal passage.

Sandra opened her mouth wide in shock, but only sound to come from the blond was a long, gushing exhalation. Her staring blue eyes suddenly met with those of the Coach who sat smiling benevolently and knowingly from his seat before her. "First time in there, Miss Hickerson?" he asked with a light hearted chortle. Then he looked up at his associate and commented, "I think you finally have her undivided attention, Kenneth. Now, Miss Hickerson, I want you to concentrate on Ken's cock. Feel it as he pushes into previously unvisited areas of your anatomy. I want you to focus upon the fact also that he is taking you against your will, and that you are helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he pleases. How does that make you feel, Miss Hickerson. Somewhat out of control of your destiny, perhaps?" The coach chuckled wickedly.

Sandra was speechless. The pressure and pain that spread through her entire lower abdomen was intense. Ken was not yet fully involved with her and already it was more than she thought she could bear. Sandra had never experienced anything even remotely as belittling and degrading as this. She was insulted and abased to the very depths of her soul. Ken worked his cock deeper into her. Sandra writhed before him. She dropped to her elbows in an attempt to lessen the pain. She was instantly pulled back to her hands and knees by her hair.

"Service Position One," her lover prompted.

"Service Position One, Miss Hickerson," the Coach echoed. "Hands and knees, back arched, head up, shoulders forward. Look at me, Miss Hickerson. Look at me while Kenneth fucks your tight little ass."

Sandra grunted miserably while Ken had his way with her. The horrible Coach sat with his face inches from her own, gazing into her eyes, forcing her to maintain eye contact with him while she was sodomized. After a few minutes, he then ordered Ken to "alternate passages." Soon Sandra found herself being administered to in first one opening, then the other. Kenneth was very adept, and was able to switch from Sandra's vagina to her rectum practically without breaking stride, three strokes here, four strokes there, and so on.

After almost thirty minutes of continuous attention, Kenneth managed to bring the head strong blond very close to climax. And thanks to the effects of Thelazine, Sandra's anatomy responded favorably to Ken's diligence. Instinctively, Sandra's vaginal tissues swelled around his pistoning member in preparation to accept his seed. With the Coach's ever present prompting, Sandra concentrated on her vaginal and anal control, more so than the fact she was being taken against her will. Her will, by the way, was rapidly fading. The Coach saw it first in Sandra's facial expression. That "inward stare" as he referred to it, when a female at last becomes totally wrapped around her lover, both mentally and physically. Ken soon felt it in Sandra's internal musculature as well as the beginnings of orgasmic contractions rippled through the young woman's vaginal passage. Sandra's breathing had assumed the same cadence as her lover's thrusts as she huffed softly in time with Ken. Her face, neck and shoulders were flushed a rosy pink. Sandra Hickerson was very, very close. Then just as her eyes began to glaze slightly, the Coach order Ken out of her.

Sandra would have fallen on her face when Ken exited her had he not held her up by her hips. Before she knew what was happening, her CAP was deftly reinserted by the Coach, and she was pulled to her feet. Sandra's legs were so rubbery that she immediately fell to one knee.

"I see Kenneth agrees with you, Miss Hickerson," the Coach chuckled as he pulled Sandra to her feet. "Perhaps now we can expect better cooperation?" Sandra shot him a look. "Oh, I see," the Coach said. "Well, just remember. There are plenty of volunteers willing to assist. If needs be, we can see to it that you are attended to twenty-four hours a day. How does that sound to you?"

Sandra thought better about responding and remained silent. Soon thereafter she was told to spread her feet and the vaginal weight lifting appliance was reinserted. By late that afternoon, Sandra had managed to "hold" four pounds for one full minute. It wasn't an easy process, however. No less than three volunteers had been called in to assist Sandra with her concentration and focus. One Handler had actually been called upon by the Coach to take Sandra anally in a standing position while she attempted to maintain a "grip" on the weight apparatus. All in all, it was an entirely demeaning experience for Sandra, and one she would not soon forget.

At precisely five o'clock, Mick showed up in the gymnasium to fetch his charges. He stood watching while the Coach put Sandra through her paces one last time.

"Four minutes," Mick said approvingly when at last the iron disk clattered to the floor between Sandra's ankles. "I am indeed impressed, Coach."

"She's taken a good bit of coaxing and a lot of man hours this afternoon, Mick, but I think in the long run she'll be worth the effort," the Coach said proudly. He stepped in front of Sandra and cupped her pussy. Sandra looked away in embarrassment. "Look at me, young lady," the Coach warned. He rubbed her firmly. Sandra hesitantly raised her eyes to his. The Coach went on, "She has a good utilitarian body with reasonably good internal musculature." He dropped his hand then turned Sandra by her shoulders so she faced Mick. "Her anal numbers are good, I understand," the Coach continued. "It's her vaginal muscles that still need toning up." He then reached up from under Sandra's arms and cupped her breasts. "Good mammary structure, and firm breast tissue for one her age," he said as he gripped Sandra painfully hard. Sandra groaned and looked down at the Coach's hands on her breasts. "Eyes on Mick, Miss Hickerson, and keep still, please." Sandra reluctantly obeyed. "Her attitude is far from satisfactory as you can see. I think you'll agree that this one will be with us for quite some time."

Mick nodded. "I agree, one hundred percent, Coach, and again I commend you on your progress with her thus far. Where's Shauna?" he then asked. "I've got to get a move on. I have a late night admission this evening. It's a busy time for us what with the women's equality movement and all." The two professionals exchanged knowing smiles.

"Last I saw her, she was heading for the showers with Jerry," the Coach said. He removed his hands from Sandra and turned her to face him. "You've done reasonably well today, Miss Hickerson. I'll expect improvement tomorrow." He then turned and walked away to the other side of the big facility to assist with another young lady's re-education, leaving Sandra stunned and speechless.

After retrieving Shauna from her activities in the bath with her companion, Jerry, Mick led Sandra and the young brunette out of the gym. Once in the hallway, he told Shauna that Sandra was now her responsibility until bed time. "I think a shower and supper might be in order," he added.

Shauna nodded dutifully with a smile. Then taking Sandra by the hand, she led the numbed teenager away. Sandra was publically bathed and then later enjoyed a "cafeteria style" dinner the last course of which naturally consisted of fresh semen provided by a volunteer Handler.

When at last it came time for bed, Sandra was given yet another surprise. As busy as he was, Mick somehow found time to look in on her at bedtime.

Good evening, Miss Hickerson," Mick said politely. "I trust you enjoyed your meal." He smiled knowingly. Sandra sat on the edge of the big king sized bed and glared at the man. "Where is Shauna?" Mick asked.

"Here I am," the sweet child's voice echoed from the hallway. From behind Mick the young brunette padded into the bed chamber then jumped up onto the bed next to Sandra.

Trying not to be too terribly obvious, Sandra slid away from the warped little girl.

Mick hadn't missed a thing, however, and his expression reflected his displeasure. "I realize that it's your first day, Miss Hickerson, but I do hope that you will make an effort to join our little family over the next few weeks. As you have no doubt seen in your brief time with us, it is quite difficult to remain alone here."

Sandra said nothing. She knew better than to argue or complain. So she chose to say nothing at all.

Although such behavior could be considered blatant. Mick decided to let it go for today. Turning to Shauna he asked warmly, "Who is your partner tonight, sweetheart?"

"I think, Todd wanted to be with me tonight," the little girl answered with complete candor. She smiled sweetly.

"Good," Mick said in return. "Todd is a good man and an excellent Handler. I know you will take good care of him, Shauna."

Shauna beamed.

"And you, Miss Hickerson? Who do we have scheduled to be with you this evening?"

Sandra who'd been listening to Mick's conversation with Shauna couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I beg your pardon," Sandra responded.

"Didn't you check the bulletin board, Miss Hickerson?" he asked. When Sandra responded with a blank look, Mick finally understood. "I see," he said. "I guess no one has pointed out our Partner Board to you." Without waiting for a response from Sandra, Mick explained. "At the end of the hall near the bathrooms, we have a bulletin board. All of our Guests are required to check this board daily. On this board you will find your schedule of classes and sessions for each day. Personal notes will also be left posted there for you. In addition, your nightly Partner assignment will be posted there. A responsible Guest will check the board several times a day. At a minimum you will need to know who is to be your Partner for the night and what his or her special needs are. Am I making myself clear, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra remained silent for a short time then asked, "By ‘Partner,' do you mean what I think you mean?"

"I thought we went over all of that earlier, Miss Hickerson," Mick said, not attempting to conceal his impatience. "As a Guest of the Facility, you are assigned a more or less permanent Principal and Companion," Mick explained. "I am your Principal or Principal Handler at this time, although that may change as I am very busy with new enrollees. Shauna is your Companion." Mick smiled at the little brunette then continued. "Each night our Guests are assigned a Partner for the evening. Our assigned Partners are, as a rule, also certified Handlers, but not always. A lot depends upon what we feel a Guest needs in order to further her re-education program. For example, Shauna here needs more work on deep oral penetration routines. Todd is an expert in this area. So Todd will be with Shauna tonight, and every night until Zed, her Principal feels she has mastered the technique."

Sandra would never cease to be amazed by the things she heard in this place. She was stunned by the casual frankness with which Mick discussed what amounted to the statutory rape of an eleven-year old girl.

"You, Miss Hickerson, were scheduled for a date with Dirk this afternoon and as a result no partner has been assigned. Generally following a date with Dirk, our Guests are left somewhat incapacitated for a day or two. We aren't animals, after all." Sandra smirked. "Unfortunately," Mick went on, ignoring Sandra's latest violation, "Dirk was busy with another problem case this afternoon. So.. Let's see," Mick said thinking out loud.

Just then a sandy haired Handler stepped up beside Mick. "Hi, Mick," he said.

"Hello, Todd," Mick replied politely.

"Hi, Todd," Shauna said from her seat on the edge of the big bed.

"Hi, Shauna," Todd said cheerily. "Are you ready for bed?" he asked.

"Uh huh," Shauna answered.

"Do you mind, Mick, or will we disturb you?" Todd asked, nodding toward Sandra.

"No.. No.. Absolutely not, Todd. You two go right ahead. We're about done here anyway. I've got to run find Miss Hickerson a Partner for the evening, then I'm going home."

"You off tonight?" Todd asked, moving into the room.

"Yeah, and I need the break too," Mick confided candidly. "Knox has been working me to death with all of the new enrollees. I have one more to go to fitting tonight, and then I'm outta here."

Meanwhile, Shauna slid around to one side of the bed and Todd followed. Sandra couldn't believe it, but in no time at all, the little brunette had removed the man's rather hefty penis from within his coveralls and popped it into her mouth. The sounds of the youngster's oral efforts resounded in the otherwise quiet sleeping chamber.

Seeing the expression of incredulity on the face of his charge, Mick asked, "Is there anything wrong, Miss Hickerson?"

Tearing her eyes from the activities on the other side of the bed, Sandra answered, "Well, yeah. I mean... Are they going to do that right here. I mean, what about when we go to sleep?"

"Miss Hickerson, you might as well get used to sleeping with Shauna. You two will become practically inseparable over the next few weeks."

"Yeah, but.. I mean... What about him?" Sandra said turning to look at the loving couple. Todd stood with his hands on his hips beside the bed. To Sandra's great surprise, little Shauna had buried her nose in his pubic hair. That meant that the young girl had managed to swallow Todd completely. "God!" Sandra thought. She shivered at the thought.

"Todd will also be spending the night tonight as will a Partner for you, Miss Hickerson as soon as I can find a volunteer."

Sandra's mouth fell open in astonishment.

Mick laughed merrily at her consternation then said, "Don't worry, Miss Hickerson. Your Partner needs to sleep too. He won't keep you up all night. Just part of it. Why don't you just lie down beside Shauna and Todd and relax. I'll send someone in for you soon."

Sandra could do nothing but gaze dumbly at Mick.

"Have a nice evening, and try to get some rest. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow." With that, Mick turned and walked away down the corridor.

Sandra sat stunned, staring blankly at the doorway. It seemed like there would be no end to this madness. Then the bed shook as Shauna and her Partner crawled under the sheets together. Sandra tried not to listen to the giggles and squeals as two animated lumps began to frolic beneath the covers on the other side of the bed. After a moment the giggles became whispers and murmurs, and the two mounds under the sheets merged into one. Sandra turned sideways on the bed, trying to keep her back to the occupied side of the big bed. She heard more whispers, then suddenly silence. Just as Sandra turned to see what was happening there came a soft cry.

"Ohhhhh...."

Then, shortly afterward, a man's whisper.

"Yes, Shauna..."

Sandra turned away. She hugged herself and shivered. The big bed began to rock rhythmically. Sandra felt sick. "How could anyone do that to a child?" Sandra wondered in disgust. She didn't have a lot of time to consider the matter further, however.

"Good evening, Miss Hickerson," the Handler said from the doorway.

Sandra turned quickly. She immediately recognized the man as one of the beastly individuals she'd encountered earlier that day in the hallways of the horrible institution. She remembered also that he was not a nice man.

"We met this afternoon, if you recall," the Handler said. "My name is Kent." He stepped through the door and walked toward Sandra on the bed. "Who's your Companion?" he asked nodding in the direction of the heaving lump under the bedcovers.

"Shauna," Sandra answered flatly.

"Ah yes. A good choice. Shauna is an experienced young lady," he said conversationally.

Sandra didn't try to disguise her feelings of loathing and revulsion. They were painted quite plainly on her face as the man stepped in front of her. Kent, who was well trained in the art of reading a woman's facial expressions knew precisely how he should proceed based upon Sandra's unwitting display of her feelings. Also, he'd reviewed her files just minutes earlier. Even though she'd been with the Facility for less than twenty-four hours, Sandra Hickerson had already developed quite a reputation as a "Resistant." Kent was quite adept at dealing with "Resistants."

"I am to be your Partner this evening, Miss Hickerson, so let's begin."

Sandra looked up at him apprehensively. She already hated this man. Then , shutting her eyes, Sandra vowed silently to resist. She waited.

"Service Position Two," the Handler said in a tone of command.

Sandra didn't move. Nor did she open her eyes. Inside, she was terrified.

"Service Position Two, Miss Hickerson," the Handler repeated patiently after a moment. He moved closer so that his pants legs touched Sandra's knees. When after two minutes Sandra had failed to respond to his order, the Handler took her chin none to gently in his left hand, and tipped her face upward. "Open your eyes, Miss Hickerson and listen carefully to what I say." His voice was cold. Something told Sandra that she'd better at least look at him. Reluctantly she opened her eyes. The Handler remained silent for several moments while he stared into Sandra's eyes. At last he said very quietly and distinctly, "Miss Hickerson I can arrange to have a dozen volunteers join us at any time." Sandra's eyes grew wider. "Would you prefer more company for the evening, Miss Hickerson?" Kent asked. Sandra lowered her eyes. "Look at me and answer my question, Miss Hickerson," the Handler ordered. He squeezed Sandra's cheeks uncomfortably hard.

"Nnnnnn.." Sandra cried through clenched teeth.

Kent studied her for a long while. Then he delivered his ultimatum. "I've read your file, Miss Hickerson, and you are considered a trouble maker. I do not tolerate trouble makers or resistive Guests." Sandra stared at him guardedly as he continued. "I expect full cooperation out of you beginning right now. If you hesitate to obey for one instant, I will call for assistance. Be advised, Miss Hickerson. If you force me to call for additional volunteers, you will not be getting much sleep tonight. Obey me without question or entertain a dozen men." He pushed Sandra back onto the bed.

Sandra glared up at the wicked man while she rubbed her jaw. Some day she would get even with these horrible people. Some day.. Some how.

But not this night...

"Service Position Two," Kent ordered.

Slowly Sandra pushed herself to a sitting position. She sincerely hoped that her feelings of icy hatred were adequately reflected in her eyes as she reached out for the opening of the Handler's coverall.

Sandra was taken by her Partner twice that evening after she'd completed her oral duties; once vaginally and once, much to Sandra's displeasure, anally. Kent was not a gentle lover. He performed with a calculated ferocity, that caused Sandra a good deal of discomfort and left her totally unsatisfied.

In addition, at one point during the anal portion of her evening's performance, when Sandra had been reduced to a grunting, drooling mass, face down on the bed with her Handler's cock planted so deeply into her rear end that Sandra thought it would explode out of her navel, she'd dug her fingernails into the sheets and rolled her head to the side. Opening her eyes briefly, Sandra saw both Shauna and her Partner watching her ordeal intently. They were both smiling.

Sandra awoke with a start. It was several minutes before she became fully cognizant and aware of her surroundings. Rolling her head to the side, she was met with the face of a stranger. Her surprise was quickly replaced by dismay when unwanted memories flooded back. Sandra sat up quickly rather than lay beside the Handler for even one second longer. Carefully she swung her legs around until she sat on the edge of the mattress with her back to her Partner. She couldn't believe that she'd actually managed to fall asleep with the loathsome man. Sandra's head felt thick. She had no idea what time it had been when the Handler had finished with her the night before, but she knew she'd been totally exhausted.

Sandra groaned and put a hand on her belly. She was quite sore. Moving her hand downward, Sandra spread her legs and gingerly explored herself. "Uh, God!" she mumbled in disgust. Her sparse blond pubic hair was matted and sticky with a mixture of dried sweat, vaginal fluid and coagulated semen. Sandra Hickerson began her second day at The Youth Training Facility feeling filthy and despondent. The program was working.

She felt him stir behind her. "Good morning, Miss Hickerson," Kent said as he rolled onto his back. Sandra said nothing. She squirmed slightly. Her CAP Device was particularly painful this morning. "I trust you are rested," the Handler inquired, jamming a pillow under his head. Sandra nodded, but remained silent. She was learning that not answering a direct question meant trouble. "Good, then let's get started." Sandra held her breath, awaiting her first order of the day. "Service Position Three," Miss Hickerson," the Handler commanded.

Sandra had been taught this new routine just last night. "Service Position Three" required her to first manually or orally arouse her mate to full erection, then mount him by straddling his hips and facing him. She was expected to position his penis then lower herself onto him. It was then her responsibility to raise and lower herself on him until such a time as she's either told to stop, or until he inseminates her. She was to do this without any assistance or participation on the part of the male or female partner (strap-on devices are used frequently at YREF).

Sandra sighed heavily. Then, reluctantly, but without any noticeable signs of resistance, Sandra rolled onto her side beside the Handler named Kent, took his flaccid cock in her hand and began the business of getting him hard. Kent placed his hands behind his head on the pillow and monitored her progress. Surprised that she wasn't required to perform fellatio on the Handler, Sandra quickly coaxed him to full erection. The fact that Kent was a sizeable man required Sandra to first stand up on the mattress and step across him, straddling his hips. She took his thick shaft in her hand, aimed it upward, then slowly squatted down onto him. Sandra even remembered to maintain eye contact from the moment the tip of his penis touched her. She actually felt a warped sense of pride as she went down on her Handler. The program was working. Unfortunately, because she was fairly dry from lack of foreplay, (considered detrimental at YREF) and still quite sore from her activities the evening before, Sandra moaned softly as her Handler's cock made its way into her.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" her Handler barked. Kent made a mental note to recommend some "QTT" (Quiet Time Training) for Sandra. He stared into her eyes, looking for signs of the obstinance he'd seen last night. He studied her face, searching for that deeply entrenched resentment that fuels disobedience. As Sandra began to service him, Kent made another mental note.

Later, he would make this entry in her permanent records:

Sandra Hickerson, at the beginning of her second day, is most likely fully aware of her situation. After working with her for one evening and one morning I see definite signs of progress, however I believe her self-determination lies just below the surface. It is my opinion that although Miss Hickerson holds some promise for completing her program of conditioning at YREF, I feel that she requires constant supervision and attention. I recommend some "Quiet Time Training" in addition to her regular routines, and as soon as possible she should be scheduled to see Dirk.


Kent left Sandra's bed at around eight-thirty, leaving her exhausted from her efforts and filled with his semen. At a point during Sandra's servicing of Kent, young Shauna and her Partner had awaked, and much to Sandra's abhorrence, the older man had then made love to the young child unabashedly right beside her. Not that Sandra'd had a great deal of time to spend watching them for she'd been entirely too wrapped up with her own morning duties. Todd had eventually finished with Shauna and made his exit, leaving Sandra and the youngster alone in the rumpled bed.

"How did you like Kent?" Shauna asked after she'd had time to catch her breath. "I think he's a nice man. Don't you?"

Sandra stared at the little girl in stunned disbelief. "How could she possibly think that any one of these horrible creatures was nice?" Sandra wondered. Then a chilling thought occurred to her. "Could Shauna be that brain washed? Surely she wouldn't have believed that the things these men were doing to her are considered acceptable, before the time of her abduction. At some point in time she must have been a normal little girl."

"He showed me lots of new stuff the last time he was my Partner," Shauna said in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Is this what I'll turn into one day?" Sandra thought with a shudder. "Brain-washed and conditioned to do anything any man asks? A robot. A sex machine?" She felt sick. For the first time since her arrival at The Facility, Sandra Hickerson felt deep sense of dismay. Subconsciously, she resigned just a little more.

"I don't want to talk about it," Sandra said at last to Shauna. "This is a horrible place filled with horrible people, and I plan to do everything I can to fight them!" she then added, with what little confidence she had left.

Shauna was silent for awhile, then said with a genial smile, "OK, have it your way. We had better get going, though. It's bath time and then breakfast." With that, the little brunette bounced off the bed and stood waiting with her hand extended in Sandra's direction, indicating that she should come along. Reluctantly, Sandra swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood. Then, led like a child by a child, Sandra, escorted by Shauna went out to start her day.

Like the day before, Sandra was bathed publically by a helpful volunteer. Her toiletry and other personal hygiene needs were also seen to for her while an audience of perhaps fifteen people gazed on appraisingly. Once all was in order, Shauna led her to the cafeteria where she had a nutritious and filling breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon and semen. The latter, for the first time, was served to her at body temperature in an eight ounce glass. In it was the combined offerings of six volunteer donors. Sandra had gagged horribly, but was eventually coaxed into finishing the entire helping, by two attending Handlers.

Mick had shown up at some point during her repast, and eventually advised Sandra of her schedule for the day. "I'll drop you off at the Gym to begin with, Miss Hickerson," Mick said. "The Coach is anxious to continue your program." Sandra glared at him icily. A little semen seeped from the corner of her mouth and ran down her cheek. Sandra wiped it away quickly with the back of her hand. "Some points of interest were noted in you records by your Partner, Kent following last night's exercises, and I've asked The Coach to consider them in your program today."

What do you mean?" Sandra asked, speaking out of turn.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" Mick shouted instantly. "No comment or reply on your part is required. You will understand when the time comes, I'm sure." Sandra did not like the sound of that. "Come with me, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. Then looking in Shauna's direction he said, "We'll have her back to you this evening, Shauna. I know you have things to do today as well. I understand you will be graduating soon. Isn't that so?" The sweet little brunette practically glowed with pride as she nodded her pretty head enthusiastically. "You're a good girl, Shauna. The Facility will miss you," Mick added then held his hand out toward Sandra. "You could take a lesson from Shauna, Miss Hickerson. Cooperation, it appears is not your long suit. Now come along."

A renewed sense of rage and profound hatred filled Sandra Hickerson as she slowly stood and took her Handler's offered hand. "Some day! Some how!" Sandra spat venomously, but silently.

The Coach, being an extremely efficient man, started Sandra on her weight re-education regimens right away. The vaginal weight lifting appliance was inserted and to begin with, a four pound weight was applied. "You must concentrate, Miss Hickerson," the Coach scolded when the device immediately fell to the floor between Sandra's feet. "Repeat your mantra," he ordered.

Sandra glared at the man. Then head and eyes downcast, she mumbled, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."

The apparatus was reinserted. Sandra shuddered, then groaned as the phallic device separated soft tissues on its journey deep within her.

"Your mantra, again," the Coach barked. He placed his other hand on the butt end of her CAP while Sandra recited. "Begin," he ordered, releasing the weight trainer. "Concentrate!" he snapped. Sandra bore down. She groaned from the strain. "Silence!" the Coach hissed. He pressed upward on the end of her CAP. Sandra gasped... audibly. The weight and vaginal appliance crashed to the floor.

The Coach had been kneeling beside Sandra. With a distinct air of frustration and disapproval, he stood and said, "Come with me, Miss Hickerson." He took Sandra by her wrist and led her across the floor of the ghastly gymnasium.

This being only her second visit to the gym, Sandra had not had time to fully appreciate most of the sophisticated and specialized equipment the facility had to offer. Some of the mechanisms looked vaguely like those one might find in a normal work out facility. Others were completely foreign in appearance. Their imagined functions brought a chill to Sandra as she was led past.

At last they stopped in front of a long, low contrivance made up of stainless steel rails and padded vinyl supports. At a glance it looked somewhat like a bench press machine only longer. Two parallel, eight foot long, two inch diameter, shining steel rails were supported about one foot apart and approximately three feet off the floor by strong, "X" braced legs. Near the base of the support legs at one end of the apparatus were fastened a pair padded, cuff-like arrangements, one on either side. At the opposite end of the machine, welded to the linear rails was a four foot long cross beam of the same tubular construction as the linear rails themselves. At either end of this cross member was a cuff similar to the ones on the rear support legs. Mounted atop the facility of the main rails was a lightly padded platform approximately one foot wide and three to four in length. Attached to this platform was a wide, padded, black nylon band much like a cummerbund with wide velcro closures.

Sandra stood beside the Coach, eyeing the cuffs and cummerbund warily. She felt relatively certain that they were intended to restrain. She would soon discover that her assessment was indeed accurate.

"Please straddle the apparatus, Miss Hickerson, and then lie face down on the pad in the facility," the Coach instructed without hesitation. "Your breasts should just overhand the platform at the one end and your thighs the other. We can make adjustments as necessary."

Sandra stared at him with guarded loathing.

"Do it now, Miss Hickerson," he said, responding to her malignant expression calmly and professionally.

Sandra stared down at the hateful looking device then back to the Coach. He remained silent, bear-like arms folded across his chest, face set in stone. Sandra, as always, had no choice. In the end, she had to obey.

"Place your hands on the cross-bar, Miss Hickerson. Wrists in the cuffs," the Coach instructed while he busied himself synching the cummerbund restraint tightly around Sandra's waist.

"But...." Sandra began to whine.

"Silence, and do as you are told!" the Coach barked. Sandra reluctantly took hold of the cold metal tubing then allowed her tormentor to close the padded cuffs around her wrists, securing her hands to the cross-bar. She did not resist him, when he then placed her ankles, first the right, then the left, into the restraint cuffs at the opposite end of the apparatus. Sandra was helpless, strapped face down to an evil device who's full purpose she did not yet know. She began to be afraid.

The Coach circled the machine, inspecting his handiwork to be certain that Sandra was secured. Then he stepped over to a large stainless steel cabinet standing beside the apparatus to which Sandra was attached. He swung open the double doors of the enclosure, exposing a horizontal work surface with locker doors beneath. On the work surface was what appeared to be a recording device of some sort. Attached to it were several wires leading to contact pads much like an EKG machine. One wire led to a black velcro band. Picking up said band, the Coach turned to Sandra. "Hold still, Miss Hickerson. This won't hurt at all." After brushing Sandra's hair aside, he fitted the two inch wide band around her neck like a collar and fastened it in the back. "It's nothing more than a throat microphone," he explained as he adjusted the collar so that the small metallic sensor on its inner surface lay directly over Sandra's larynx. Next he taped two of the sensor pads to Sandra's back over her rib cage, one on either side of her spine. Then, lastly he pushed one pad up under Sandra's belly so that it lay against her lower abdomen just below her navel.

"Very well then, Miss Hickerson," he said at last, apparently satisfied with his work thus far. "Are you quite comfortable?" he asked. Sandra refused to answer. "No reply?" the Coach chuckled. "Funny you should choose to remain silent at this particular time." Sandra gave him a curious look. "You see, Miss Hickerson, the apparatus who's purpose you are about to experience, we refer to as our "Silent Partner." Time spent with the "Silent Partner" is know simply as "Quiet Time." Turning her head, Sandra gazed defiantly at the man. Ignoring her, the Coach continued. "It has been brought to the attention of your Handler and to that of the Headmaster, and consequently to my attention as well, that you appear to be having trouble adhering to our standard of silence." Sandra opened her mouth to comment, but quickly thought better of it. The Coach continued. "This is, of course a non-negotiable standard, and one that we take quite seriously. You, Miss Hickerson, have been observed to be in violation of this standard on many occasions even over the past twenty-four hours." He held up a hand, pretending to fend off any potential objection on Sandra's part. None was forthcoming. "Granted, Miss Hickerson, you are new here, and a certain number of infractions are to be expected. However, this does not mean that they are to be condoned. We believe that silence is absolutely imperative for a Guest under all circumstances including and in particular while she is providing service to a mate or mates." He paused for a moment to let his words "sink in." "You, Miss Hickerson," the Coach went on, "appear to be either unwilling or unable to adhere to this regulation. As a result, you have been scheduled for some ‘Quiet Time.' We will begin shortly. I believe that you will understand and appreciate the function of this device very quickly without the need for lengthy explanation or instruction."

While Sandra watched, her position causing her to have to crane her neck painfully, the Coach opened the lower locker in the enclosure and removed a bulky contrivance composed of gears and cams. Stepping out of Sandra's line of sight, he quickly fastened the contraption to the rails above and between Sandra's knees. Sandra felt the bench shift under her as the Coach went about his chores out of sight.

Once the "driver" was attached to the main rails, the Coach moved back to the cabinet. Opening a drawer, he removed what Sandra saw to be three artificial penises. They were rather small compared to what Sandra was accustomed to by now, each being about three quarters of an inch in diameter and perhaps six to seven inches long. They were, of course, anatomically correct, and each was attached to the end of a thin steel rod about two feet in length.

Sandra held her breath as the Coach again stepped out of her field of vision. Then seconds later she squeaked in surprise and her hips jerked upward ineffectually against the restraining cummerbund when the Coach promptly inserted one of the artificial appendages into her vagina. Fortunately she was already fairly well lubricated from her weight re-education, because the Coach wasted no time in pushing the penis all the way in until Sandra felt it in her deepest depths. The Coach then proceeded to move the small phallus in and out a few times until he felt satisfied with its placement.

Sandra did a little more than squeak when the second one went in. "Uhhhh..." she gasped as the second plastic penis joined the first inside of her vaginal passage. Oddly, the Coach seemed to ignore both of her audible outbursts. There was no pain, but the sensation was distinctly unpleasant for Sandra when the Coach began to move the two probes in and out of her, first together then alternating, holding them by their attached steel rods. Sandra squirmed against the waist restraint. The skin over her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cross bar with her hands.

"Ohhh.. Owwww.. Nnnn..." Sandra cried when the stretching began. To late, she remembered that the Coach had taken three small penal probes from the drawer of the cabinet. She strained desperately against her restraints, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. Her vaginal portal continued to dilate painfully around the tip then at last, the shaft of the third, and hopefully the final plastic intruder slipped into her depths.

Sandra lay breathing heavily on the "Silent Partner." She was fully involved. From between her thighs and round buttocks protruded three thin stainless steel rods. In her depths lay nestled side by side, the three vaginal manipulators. The steel rods attached to them were connecting rods, and one by one, the Coach attached them to receivers set into the gear actuated control cams of the driver unit. After checking all of his connections, the Coach again stepped back into Sandra's field of vision.

"Do you require an explanation, my dear, or shall we simply begin?" the Coach asked almost gleefully. Personally, he considered the "Partner" to be the single most effective re-education aid that The Facility had at its disposal short of the CAP Device. And he so much enjoyed witnessing the marked change in deportment of the Guests after they experienced some "Quiet Time."

In an attempt to combat her mounting fear, Sandra responded with malevolence. "You and all of this pack of animals will pay for this some day!" she spat. If Sandra could only have seen herself. Strapped helplessly to a mechanical contrivance controlled by the very man she threatened. Her vagina packed to the hilt with hard rubber and with shining steel rods protruding from between her thighs. She might have laughed as her tormentor did. But only briefly.

At last, suppressing his chuckling, the Coach reached for the panel. After activating the recording device, he flipped a single switch.

Nothing

Sandra had winced reflexively, expecting the worst. Her expression of hatred turned to puzzlement. Then she watched as the Coach reached toward her feet, his hand disappearing from view. She then felt him slowly twist her CAP back and forth. Her tummy muscles flexed instinctively.

Nothing

Then without warning, the Coach slapped the butt end of Sandra's CAP, forcing the ever present cylinder deeper into her tender tissues.

"Ugghhmm!" Sandra grunted softly.

Instantly a electrical shock of alarming intensity shot through her body, causing Sandra to arch her back upward off the surface of the pad she lay on. The shock, although not terribly painful, caused Sandra to let out a soft cry of alarm. A second flash of lightening emanating seemingly from her spiritual facility coursed outward from her womb, down her legs and up her spine. Sandra bit her tongue. Her back arched again even more dramatically before her torso fell back to the surface of the bench. She lay panting heavily. Her eyes were bulging in shock and surprise, but she made no sound. It was quite by accident, however. Sandra was not a quiet young lady. She sensed the Coach was talking again.

"Well. There you have it, Miss Hickerson. It's really quite simple really," The Coach said to the helpless blond. "Make the slightest sound, and that includes belly grunts, and receive a correction. Remain silent. No correction. Simple, right?" He smiled down at Sandra.

The hapless young woman began what she'd hoped would be a curse. What came out was only the first syllable consonant sound followed by the rapid release of breath. It sounded like this.

"Fffff hhhhggggghhhhh"

Before her body crashed back to the pad, Sandra felt the warm spray of her own urine strike the insides of her thighs. The Coach smiled down at her.

"Make a sound, Miss Hickerson. Correction. No sound, no correction."

Sandra looked up at him in horror.

"I think you'll get the idea soon enough, Miss Hickerson. You're a smart young lady. And now for the best part." He reached for the controls. "If you're a very quiet girl, the "Partner" can be very nice to you." He flipped a second switch.

Sandra groaned loudly, just seconds before every molecule of her body became an electrical conductor. Snot flew from her nose in a most unladylike fashion and her bladder emptied the remainder of its contents as the Coach stepped around front for a better view of his subject.

The three vaginal manipulators began their work and continued unrelenting. The gears of the driver mechanism turned the cams which moved the connecting rods back and forth which unfailingly pushed and pulled the three plastic penises in and out of Sandra Hickerson in a steady, sequential order much like the pistons of a rotary style compressor, so that at no time was she left completely empty.

At first, Sandra, like most Guests reacted audibly to the mechanical invasion of her person, but it took only very few corrective pulses from the "Partner" to quiet her down. Soon all that could be heard in the otherwise unoccupied gymnasium was the steady whine of gears, some heavy breath sounds, and of course, the liquid sounds of female arousal. The sounds of increased breathing rate and magnitude were permissible by the computerized sensors attached to Sandra's body, but the slightest groan, whimper, grunt or other guttural sound was instantly rewarded.

Understanding that even a female with the most active vaginal secretions could not hope to keep up with the unrelenting cadence of the "Silent Partner," the design engineers at YREF built in an auto-lube system into the apparatus. It was quite simple really. From time to time, a small amount of heavy, non-petroleum based oil was sprayed from a nozzle onto the shafts of the probes as they sequentially appeared from inside the vaginal passage of the user. All in all, the "Silent Partner" is an elegant machine that had served the Facility well.

Sandra's first orgasm took her in spite of the unpleasantness of her situation after approximately forty minutes on the "Partner." Her moan of pleasure and pain was instantly rewarded by a mind numbing pulse of internal fire. The Coach monitored his subject, faithfully logging her reactions and number of corrections. With the exception of her initial outbursts and one orgasmic cry, Sandra went on to enjoy almost three full hours of mechanical companionship in complete silence. During this time, the Coach logged eight orgasms including her first.

"All climaxes with the exception of her first were executed within prescribed audio parameters," the Coach noted in Sandra's permanent record.

Some young ladies actually came to enjoy the attentions of the "Partner," the Coach knew. He recalled one young red head who became so enamored with the added stimulation of the intense electrical pulses, that she began to purposely prompt the machine's corrective function. "Women are interesting creatures," he mused as he watched Sandra shudder from another climax. In any case, he did not want to run the risk of having Sandra become attached to the device. So after a little over three hours, the Coach turned the "Partner" off.

For at least thirty minutes, Sandra could not stand or walk. Her body felt as if it was made of soft rubber. Surprisingly, she was not exceptionally sore internally. The smaller diameter probes and supplied artificial lubricant had performed as intended. The primary objective of the "Silent Partner" was to give a young lady the opportunity to experience multiple climaxes, and to remain silent during each. It was not designed to punish or damage.

Mick showed up right on time, and after receiving a thorough report from the Coach, he thanked him for his services then led Sandra away. Being led by the hand was becoming almost second nature to Sandra, but she almost fell on more than one occasion as she padded alone barefoot behind the big Handler.

Mick led Sandra to the cafeteria and left her in the hands of several volunteers, promising to return shortly. By the time he returned, Sandra had finished eating. Mick walked up to her and her most recent companion just as Sandra was sucking the last drop of semen from the man's pulsing cock.

"Come along, Miss Hickerson," Mick said when he thought Sandra was finished. "I trust you've enjoyed your meal." Sandra glared up at him, but remained silent. With Mick's help, she stood. Her legs were still a bit wobbly. "I am taking you back to your quarters now, Miss Hickerson," he said as he led her toward the door. "Shauna will meet us there. I have instructed her not to allow anyone to bother you for two hours while you get some rest. I expect you to use the time wisely, Miss Hickerson. Get some sleep. You will need your strength."

When Sandra gave him a questioning look, Mick smiled. "You have an appointment with Dirk this afternoon, Miss Hickerson, at three o'clock sharp."

A cold chill passed through her. Perhaps it was only his tone of voice, but something in the way Mick, and everyone else for that matter, spoke of the man named Dirk told Sandra that an appointment with this person was not something to look forward to.

Shauna was there in their bed chamber waiting for her just like Mick had promised. Sandra was indeed exhausted both from her recent Quiet Time and from her activities the night before and earlier that morning with Kent. Gratefully she crawled between beneath the sheet that Shauna so kindly held up for her. Sandra would have been asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow had it not been for the fact that Shauna wanted to "play." About a half hour later, Sandra was finally able to drift off with the younger girl curled up behind her with one of her small hands cupping Sandra's right breast.

It seemed as thought she'd just fallen asleep when she was suddenly shaken awake by Shauna. "It's time," the little girl said politely. "Do you need to use the bathroom first?"

Shauna helped Sandra with her toilet then brought her back to their quarters. When they arrived, Mick was waiting. "Have you used the bathroom, Miss Hickerson?" he asked. "You are going to be busy for the next few hours and won't get another chance."

"Nothing was sacred or even private in this horrible place!" Sandra thought to herself. She nodded curtly to her Handler.

"Very well. Come along then." He extended his hand. Sandra took it and allowed him to lead her once again like a small child. It was very demeaning. The Facility thought of everything.

Sandra was taken first to the Facility's gynecological wing where she was given a thorough internal examination. The Facility's Gyn Section was, needless to say, very well equipped and staffed by dedicated doctors and technicians. Due to the nature of the services provided by YREF, it should come as no surprise that the Gyn Section was kept rather busy tending to the personal physiological needs of the Guests. Soon after her arrival, Sandra found herself seated in an exam chair with her feet in the stirrups. Mick stood nearby. As expected, no pleasantries were exchanged when the doctor arrived. He gave a cursory glance at Sandra's chart then turned to Mick.

"Miss Hickerson is scheduled to see Dirk this afternoon, I see. I assume a preliminary examination is what you require.

"That's correct, Doctor," Mick replied in his usual professional tone of voice.

"Very well," he the doctor said as he turned to an instrument tray on a stainless steel stand next to the Sandra's exam chair. Sandra gave a little squeak when he unexpectedly picked up a pneumatic vaccination gun and injected her in the right shoulder.

"Phttt." Sandra received another dosage of Thelazine. Both Mick and the doctor watched as the customary flush appeared in Sandra's face. Unlike the first dosage of the experimental compound, the second dose always produced instantaneous results in a girl. Inside of Sandra Hickerson the Bartholins's and Skene's glands responsible for the production of lubricating mucous in her vaginal passage and at its opening went into overtime. After another moment or two, the doctor fetched a clear plastic speculum from the tray, and while he chatted casually with Mick, he inserted the instrument into Sandra. It slipped into her effortlessly.

"Will this be a routine visit for Miss Hickerson, or will Dirk be giving her special incentive therapy?"

Mick smiled warmly as he watched the doctor adjust the plastic device so that it spread the walls of Sandra's vagina widely open. Her fluffy and convoluted interior was plainly visible, glistening with moisture. The doctor adjusted a spot light so that it shown up inside of Sandra. "Yes, Doctor, Dirk will indeed be providing Miss Hickerson with some much needed attitude adjustment." The two men chuckled.

Sandra sat silently listening while she was discussed like a side of beef. Having only just come from her first session of Quiet Time, she at least had learned to choose her battles if nothing else. Now was not the time to speak, she decided. The examination was humiliating, but at least she wasn't being brutalized for the time being.

"The Headmaster wanted me to inquire about the possibility of using Miss Hickerson to test your new U.I. Program. Do you think that might be feasible?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment. Then resumed his initial inspection of Sandra's opening. After a moment he stood, picked up a tablet a began to leaf through its contents. "Hmm.." He muttered absent-mindedly. "According to her records, her internal measurements taken at the time of her induction appear to be adequate. Fifty-one, point five cubic inches. Is this an accurate volume?"

"It is indeed, Doctor," Mick replied. "I took her measurements myself."

"And how active has her schedule been since?" the doctor asked as he slipped his finger into Sandra and proceeded to palpate her interior. He pressed one or two somewhat delicate areas causing Sandra to wince visibly.

"The usual program," Mick responded as he stepped behind the doctor for a better view. "Although as you no doubt noted in Miss Hickerson' records, she has had a bit a problem with cooperation since her arrival. She's been treated to some corrective attention as a result. She's also begun working with the Coach on her vaginal conditioning."

"So, it is probable that she's gained some volume potential?" It was a rhetorical question. "Let's have a look at you, Miss Hickerson," the doctor murmured. He dropped a small pair of magnifying lenses down in front of his spectacles then leaned farther in between Sandra's splayed thighs. Behind him, Mick nodded.

The "U.I" or Uterine Involvement Program was still very much in its infancy. Put simply, the procedure entailes injecting special compounds directly into the muscular collar or cervix that guards the entrance to the uterus. The compounds anesthetize and paralyze the powerful toroidal muscle making entry into the uterus itself possible.

To date, the technique has been performed on only one other Guest. The young lady, who was fourteen at the time, was probed by artificial means only, but unfortunately, severe bleeding had resulted. The bleeding was stopped quickly, and at no time was her life or health in jeopardy, however the instance had caused the staff gynecologists to re-think the procedure. Subsequent lab testing was preformed utilizing some specialized astringent compounds, and the technicians now believe that they've at last resolved the problem of uterine hemorrhaging.

"And how old is Miss Hickerson?" the doctor asked nonchalantly. He picked up a thin glass rod about a foot in length and inserted the end into Sandra's dilated vaginal passage.

"She's fourteen years, two months," Mick replied, as he moved again for a better view. At the very end of the moist pink tunnel that was Sandra's vagina, Mick could clearly see the darker pink toroidal shape of her cervix. Sandra's facial expression portrayed her discomfort as the doctor began to gently probe around the perimeter of the small pink doughnut. It didn't exactly hurt, but the sensation was very disconcerting. After all, the wicked doctor... "and he had to be as evil as the rest to work in this place," Sandra thought... was touching her at the very gateway to everything that was central to her femininity. Her spiritual nucleus... her inner sanctum.

The doctor murmured on as he pressed the rounded tip of the glass probe into the tightly closed facility of the cervical gate. The muscular guardian would not allow the rod to proceed any further. Sandra jumped. "It never ceases to amaze me that a sizeable fetus can pass through this seemingly impenetrable orifice. Hold still, my dear," he said. Then, turning to Mick, he continued, "It is this very fact that lead us to develop the U.I. Program. We see no reason why this has to be a ‘one way street,'" he smiled. He probed Sandra for a minute or two longer then stood, saying, "You may inform the Headmaster that I see no reason why Miss Hickerson wouldn't be suitable for U.I.. I will prepare her."

Sandra didn't understand what she was hearing, but had a bad feeling about it, none the less. She'd discovered quite quickly that most of the "programs" in this monstrous institution proved to be unpleasant, and this U.I. would probably be no exception. "Whaa.. What are you gonna do to me now?" she decided to ask.

As usual she was answered by action rather than words. The doctor, who still stood between her legs, quickly grasped the end of her CAP and gave it a swift push. Sandra grunted in pain. "Silence, please, Miss Hickerson," he said casually. He twisted the CAP. Sandra groaned. Then while she lay in the stirrups panting from the pain of the cramps that wracked her abdomen, the doctor released her CAP, and picked up a long swab from the instrument tray. The cotton end was pre-treated with a local anesthetic that he carefully applied to the perimeter of Sandra's cervix. He then stood once more and stared down at Sandra, waiting for the numbing substance to take affect. After a minute, he looked at his watch. "I believe she's ready. We might need to restrain her, but I'd rather not," he said to Mick. Then looking Sandra directly in the eye, he said, "I can have you restrained, if necessary, Miss Hickerson." Sandra returned his gaze with a very concerned look on her pretty face. "I am going to give you an internal injection, and I expect for you to hold very still. If you do not, you may be injured. Do you understand me?"

Sandra felt the cold clutch of panic around her heart. She watched almost trance-like as the doctor removed a large hypodermic syringe from the nearby instrument tray. It was filled with a milky substance. The shining needle at its "business end" was a good three inches long.

"Do you understand me, Miss Hickerson?" Sandra heard the doctor ask again as if from a great distance.

Sandra stared at him dumbly. "I.. But... I..." she whimpered.

"Just hold very still, Miss Hickerson and you will not feel anything at all," the doctor said as he moved the syringe between Sandra's thighs then downward and out of her field of vision. Sandra struggled to remain motionless, but could not keep from trembling somewhat. She stared up at the ceiling. Her destiny, as usual, was in the hands of another.

Skillfully the Gyn Section doctor made several partial injections of the specialized compound around the perimeter of Sandra's cervix. As promised, Sandra felt nothing more than the sensation of slight pressure from time to time. She was gratefully surprised when after a moment, the doctor stood, replaced the syringe into the tray and said, "That should do. We'll give her five minutes." He looked at his watch again. Then cheerfully he added for Mick's benefit. "I've got a busy schedule, this afternoon."

"Haven't we all," Mick replied. "So many new Guests lately, and more requests coming in practically hourly. We're hiring new Handlers as quickly as we can, but still there's a backup."

Sandra listened to their shop talk in silent revulsion. "What sort of people were these men? Where had they come from? Where did they find people so totally lacking in basic human compassion?" she wondered and not for the last time. "Some day....." Sandra vowed.

"Let's see how you're doing, Miss Hickerson," the doctor said, interrupting Sandra's thoughts. "You might want to watch this," he then said to Mick. The doctor picked up the glass probe rod and both men bent between Sandra's thighs.

Sandra's cervix looked the same, no discoloration or outward signs of trauma, but when the doctor placed the tip of the probe against the tiny opening at its facility and pushed, it slipped almost effortlessly through the previously impassable portal. Sandra felt no discomfort, only an odd feeling of invasion. The doctor moved the probe from side to side, and the once powerful little muscle yielded. The gateway to Sandra Michelle Hickerson lay open.

"Impressive, is it not," the doctor commented as he withdrew the probe, stood then removed the speculum from Sandra's vaginal opening.

"Very," Mick replied with a nod of approval. "You and your staff have done well."

"Care to inspect her before we send her to Dirk?" the doctor asked casually.

"Indeed," Mick said. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he stepped closer and inserted his middle finger into Sandra's vagina. "Look at me please, Miss Hickerson," he ordered. Sandra reluctantly obeyed.

Mick's finger wasn't long enough to really penetrate deeply, but he was able to find the familiar toroidal barrier at the end of Sandra's birth canal with his finger tip. Then while he watched her eyes and facial expression carefully, Mick pushed against the facility of her cervix. Where once his progress would have been effectively frustrated, he felt Sandra open for him. Her eyes betrayed her feelings as if they were indeed windows to her soul. They became round and inward gazing. Her facial expression at the moment of penetration was one of puzzlement, surprise and mild concern. Sandra felt intensely violated. It shook her to her very roots. She felt sick.

Mick smiled. The Facility thought of everything.

Mick knocked once on the door. "Come," came the reply.

Then turning to Sandra he said, "I'll be back for you when Dirk is finished." That was it. He opened the door, steered Sandra through by the shoulder, then closed the door behind her.

Sandra stood for a moment looking about the room nervously. She hugged herself in response to an involuntary shiver. The room looked ordinary enough. "No weird machines or anything," she thought. Desk, office style chair, sofa, coffee table. Nothing unusual at all about the furnishings. Cautiously, Sandra moved father into the room. On the far wall was a window. It took a moment to register. "A window!" Sandra thought excitedly. Nowhere else since she'd been brought to this place had she seen a window. "This might be my only chance to get outta this hell hole," Sandra thought breathlessly as she quickly crossed the room. Reaching the window, she jerked the light curtain aside. It looked like a regular sash style window. Sandra's hand scrabbled somewhat frantically for the latch. Nothing. At the bottom of the window frame were two ornate brass handles. Sandra grabbed them and pulled with all of her might. Nothing. "Dammit!" Sandra hissed under her breath as she tried again to raise the recalcitrant window. The tendons stood out on the sides of her neck and her biceps bulged from the strain. From behind, Sandra's shapely ass muscles flexed, causing her to tighten up around her CAP Device. Ignoring the pain, Sandra continued to pull and strain for several minutes before finally giving up with a string of muttered curses.

"Leaving so soon?" a baritone voice said from close by. Sandra practically jumped out of her skin. She turned quickly, and her mouth fell open.

Before her stood a very large man. He was well over six feet tall, with a powerful looking physique characteristic of a man who spends a lot of time lifting weights. In another setting, Sandra might actually have been attracted to him. He had a handsome face with a square jaw, dark hair and eyebrows, and a strong nose. His features could best be described as Mediterranean. It was the man's eyes that made Sandra extremely apprehensive. Like most of the men's eyes she'd looked into since coming to this insane institution, Sandra saw absolutely no sign of compassion or even basic human decency in them. They were utterly devoid of emotion as was the rest of his face. What caused Sandra to shiver was the depth and darkness of this big man's eyes. It was as though she were staring into two black pits that led straight to hell.

"Come here, Miss Hickerson," the man said.

Sandra hesitated out of fear. She backed up against the window. Its glass was cold through the thin curtain on her bare fanny.

The man was large, but unlike many individuals of his stature, he was not slow. Before Sandra knew what was happening, the man closed the three steps that separated them. Her blue eyes bulged out in fear as the powerful fingers of one big hand closed around her throat. Sandra could actually feel his finger tips meet at the back of her neck. Then she opened her mouth in a silent gasp when with his free hand he entered her with one finger. His hands were enormous and so, Sandra quickly discovered, were his fingers. Sandra would later remark that she'd seen penises that were smaller. Her tummy heaved outward as he dug deeper. Spots began to swim before her eyes. The last thing Sandra remembered before she was swept into blackness was the man's cruel face just inches from her own. Expressionless... Cold.

When Sandra regained consciousness a few minutes later, she was lying on the carpeted floor. At first she was disoriented, but soon the memories flooded back. Looking up she saw the big man standing over her. He stooped and reached for her. Sandra cringed, but he grabbed her by her arm and drug her roughly to her feet.

"Owwww," Sandra whined.

"Silence!" his deep bear-like voice boomed. He shook her by her arm like a rag doll. Sandra began to actually fear for her life for the first time since her abduction. This monster was so powerful that she felt utterly defenseless in his hands. She cowered when he leaned closer.

"Your reputation precedes you, Miss Hickerson," he growled. "You have apparently been a disciplinary problem since the time of your arrival."

Sandra summoned what remained of her rapidly flagging courage, and glowered at her assailant with a look of unbridled loathing.

"Precisely what I mean," he said. Then he grabbed Sandra around her throat again. His fingers squeezed. "We are going to put an end to that sort of behavior this afternoon, Miss Hickerson." Sandra began to strangle once again. He pulled her face to within inches of his own. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dirk, and the Facility employs me for the expressed purpose of dealing with uncooperative Guests such as yourself." Sandra was on the verge of blacking out once again when he eased his grip around her neck ever so slightly. It was just enough for Sandra to suck a little life giving oxygen into her tortured lungs. An almost demonic grin slowly spread across the man's face. "We are going to begin right now." Without warning, he threw Sandra onto the floor and stepped back.

"On your knees, Miss Hickerson," he ordered.

Sandra took one look at the cold eyes above her and quickly decided that now was not the time to disobey. She slowly got to her knees.

"My cock. Take it out."

Sandra looked up pleadingly. She had yet to really fully understand that the "Cute Little Girl" act would get her nowhere in this institution. Dirk stood silently over her, waiting. Reluctantly, Sandra reached for the oversized zipper of his standard issue coveralls.

It was a two way zipper that zipped up or down. All Handlers wore similar garb, allowing them to doff their clothing quickly in order to accommodate the needs of the Guests. Taking the leather fob in her trembling hand, Sandra slowly raised the zipper upward. As the material of the coverall parted, Sandra saw a forest of dark hair over dark skin.

"Let's get on with it, young lady," Dirk growled. "I have a busy schedule."

"Alright!" Sandra snapped, forgetting herself.

Reprisal was swift. Sandra saw stars and her ears rang as she slowly crawled back to her knees. Dirk had slapped her on the right side of her face, his huge paw covering the entire side of her head, knocking her almost senseless to the floor.

"Silence!" he shouted.

For the first time since she'd come to this horrible place, Sandra Michelle Hickerson came very close to crying. She had never been struck by anyone before. She was utterly shocked and humiliated both by the act, and more so by her obvious powerlessness to do anything about it.

"Take my cock out and get me ready for you," Dirk growled, grabbing Sandra by her hair and dragging her back up onto her knees. "Now!" he added.

Sandra stifled a cry when Dirk pulled her up by her hair, and fought to control her urge to curse the man who caused her so much pain and humiliation. She stared at the "fur lined" opening in Dirk's coveralls. Then slowly she reached a hand inside, into the warmth of yet another man's trousers. Dirk remained silent for the moment while Sandra felt around gingerly inside his clothing. Then she felt something. Her eyes grew wider. "Oh my God!" Sandra's mind gasped. "He.. it.. Oh, my God!" She jerked her hand out of Dirk's coveralls as though she'd been burned.

"Why are you stopping, Miss Hickerson?" Dirk asked in a condescending tone of voice. "I did not tell you to stop. Please continue, or do you require further... ‘encouragement'?" He drew his hand back in preparation for another blow.

Sandra shook her head quickly. Her expression was one of fear.

Dirk, unlike the rest of the staff at YREF, was instructed to use direct violence if necessary in order to gain cooperation from the problem cases he routinely worked with. He did not enjoy battering young women. He thought of it simply as another means to achieve the desired objectives of his employers.

Sandra groaned silently as her hand once again touched the huge engine in Dirk's trousers. It was enormous. She spread her fingers in an attempt to grasp the still flaccid monster, and found she could barely reach around its circumference. Sandra was forced to rise up farther on her knees as she tugged upward on the massive fleshy shaft in an effort to free it from the confines of the left leg of Dirk's company issue coveralls. She was having difficulty.

"Use both hands," Dirk suggested.

Sandra looked up at him, but was careful to keep her expression as neutral as possible. She did not wish a repeat of his last reaction to perceived resistance. She gazed into Dirk's inkwell eyes and mentally cursed the day he was born. For the time being, however, Sandra decided she had better follow orders. Slowly she reached out, and her left hand joined her right inside Dirk's coveralls. Using both hands Sandra was able, with a good bit of effort to make some headway. Slowly the immense organ emerged. When the last few inches at last came free, Sandra released it, stunned by its weight alone. Then she sat back on her haunches, covered her mouth with her hands and gasped in astonishment. Not horror, astonishment. If the massive male organ hadn't been hanging there just a couple of feet from her face, Sandra would not have believed such an abomination of nature was possible. Even in its current state of relative flaccidity, Dirk's penis was a good twelve inches long, and if that wasn't enough, it had a massive girth as well. If she'd been asked to guess, Sandra would have estimated its diameter at three inches at least. The bulbous head of the beast was even larger, and completely encased in a lengthy foreskin that not only reached a full inch below the cocktip, but dripped precum heavily. The shaft was a ruddy fleshy color and was cris-crossed with large, light blue veins. Sandra thought she could actually see them throb as the blood coursed through them, brining life to the monstrosity who's mammoth root protruded from a black, tangle of hair at the entrance to its lair. Then the realization dawned on Sandra at last that she was going to be subjected to this male oxymoron. Fear clutched at Sandra's throat as her conscious horror wrestled with her that part of her femininity that was somehow drawn to the huge instrument of manhood. With fear and loathing in her heart and a sickening longing in her belly, Sandra began to shrink away from her attacker.

"Stop right there, Miss Hickerson," Dirk ordered. He'd seen this same reaction in more females than he could count. "Get up here on your knees and prepare me." His voice was cold and threatening. "Service Position Two!" he said.

Much to Sandra's chagrin, the command phrase actually caused her conditioned subconscious to react. Before she knew it, Sandra was on her knees in front of the man. Using the recent skills she'd been taught, Sandra expertly exercised this instrument of pain and pleasure into a full state of readiness. She would not have believed it possible, but due to her efforts Dirk's penis quickly grew to nightmarish proportions. When at last the man indicated that she should stop, Sandra settled once again onto her haunches and gazed up at her handiwork. Her mouth fell open in awe. Because of her skillful use of her hands and her mouth, Dirk's penis had attained a length of almost seventeen inches! The heavy shaft looked like a tree trunk topped with a dark purple head the size of a billiard ball still shiny with Sandra's saliva.

Dirk had remained silent during Sandra's preparation. When he was satisfied with her service, he said quite clearly, "Service Position One, Miss Hickerson. Standing form, hands on the desk."

Sandra's heart fluttered. The time had come. From her kneeling position, she looked quickly around the room. There was no escape. As she stared at the huge penis that would soon be forced into her, Sandra feared that she would not survive.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" Dirk snapped, when Sandra responded with a low mewling sound in her throat to his initial incursion. She'd again forgotten herself when the tender tissues of her over dilated vaginal orifice at last let go. Sandra felt herself tear, but it wasn't the sting of the male inflicted episiotomy that caused her to cry out. It was the gut rending pressure and exquisite all encompassing torment that thundered through her femininity as the massive foreskin-covered head of the beast forced aside the walls of her womanhood and made its way inside.

"Huuhhhhhhhhhh," Sandra exhaled. She reflexively spread her feet wider apart to give room to the intruder. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the edge of the desk in front of her. Sandra's legs began to tremble uncontrollably as more of her lower abdominal cavity was given over to the presence of her lover. Had Dirk not clutched her hips in his two big paws, Sandra would have fallen. Centimeter by centimeter, the unrelenting invasion of her person continued. Cognizance fled Sandra as all of her attention became focused inward. In the blankness of her inward gaze, Sandra could see the head of the beast push aside the convolutions of her interior. Sandra would later be heard to remark that the experience was like "giving birth in reverse."

Dirk's fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled Sandra back onto himself. He'd felt the rending of her flesh. She wasn't the first female he'd torn open upon entry, and she would not be the last. The bleeding would be minimal, he knew, and although she would be terribly sore for several weeks, she would heal. The Facility's staff gynecologists would treat her, and she would be placed on light duty for a suitable period time. In any case, that was not his concern. He looked down and saw that over a third of his immense shaft was still visible, protruding from between the teenager's rounded buttocks. Then with practiced skill, Dirk grasped the butt end of Sandra's CAP Device and withdrew it from the girl with one quick jerk. At the same time, Dirk pushed his hips forward, forcing another few inches of meat into the recently vacated space inside of Sandra Hickerson' pelvic cavity. Dirk felt the young lady's interior anatomy rearrange itself around him. He heard a soft grunt come from the girl, but let it go for the time being. By maintaining a steady forward pressure, he gained further ingress as new areas of Sandra's womanhood opened itself up to him. He felt her body tremble in his hands and around his cock.

"You are doing well, Miss Hickerson," he commented, momentarily halting his advance. "But you have forgotten a cardinal rule." He felt her body stiffen. How quickly they forget he mused. Then to Sandra he said, "Look at me, Miss Hickerson. Arch your back and look at me."

In her current state of mind, Sandra might not have comprehended anything other than one of the Facility's practiced command sequences. For this very reason, all Handlers addressed their Guests in exactly the same way each and every time an order was issued. As a result, the Guests gradually became conditioned to respond in the desired fashion without the need for contemplation or even lucidity.

Sandra turned her head and looked back over her right shoulder.

"Arch your back, Miss Hickerson," Dirk said.

Sandra arched.

Almost as a reward, Dirk slowly withdrew approximately three inches of himself from her clutches. She shuddered noticeably. Dirk stared into her eyes then began in condescending tone of voice, "There. You see, Miss Hickerson. You're no different than any other girl. All we have to do is to put enough cock into you, and you become putty in our hands." He grinned wickedly.

At first Sandra wasn't sure what he'd just said to her. All things considered, her current situation was not one to encourage conversation in a girl. But slowly, as comprehension dawned upon her, Sandra's expression of puzzlement became hard. The same problem that had plagued her since her arrival at YREF again raised its ugly head. Even though she was clearly in the clutches of a man who's ruthlessness had been recently demonstrated to her. A man who's unbelievably large penis now occupied a generous portion of her feminine vestibule. It was the very reason Sandra was here in the first place. Her haughty, self-centeredness. Her scornful dismissal of authority. Her strong willed impudency. With total disregard for her current situation, Sandra Hickerson glared malevolently at her attacker. "You make me sick, you monster!" Sandra spat. These would be the last coherent words that Sandra would speak for the next hour or more.

Dirk gave her no warning. No change of expression, no preliminary move. Sandra's womb let go first, emptying itself in a spray of girl cum onto the front of Dirk's coveralls when the cueball size head of his penis slammed into Sandra's cervix like battering ram into the gates of a medieval castle. Sandra had been looking directly at Dirk at the time of his assault. It was magnificent to see her expression change from one of self assuredness to one of surprise. Then when he quickly drew back and rammed her a second time, Sandra's face registered her incredulity and astonishment. With the third assault came the look of fear and agony that Dirk was looking for. Sandra's facial expressions were similar to those one might expect to see on the face of a person who's leg has just been bitten off by a shark.

Sandra was so stunned in fact that she continued to stare into the eyes of her lover through two to three more powerful strokes, each more forceful than the last.

Sandra was still gazing sightlessly at Dirk when he released her hips, reached forward and around her torso and closed his huge hands over her breasts. Then with what has become known at the Facility as "Dirk's Delivery," Sandra Michelle Hickerson would come to know what it meant to have her brains fucked out.

Sandra was not a small girl, but in the hands of Dirk, she was like a rag doll. A gurgling sound was all that came from the hapless teenager as her feet left the floor. Dirk wrapped his bear-like arms around her body just below her breasts and pulled Sandra back against his chest in his classic maneuver. He felt her supple buttocks separate then flatten against his lower belly as Sandra's full body weight bore her downward onto him.

His huge shaft pressed upward with agonizing force as Dirk began to bounce Sandra with short, rapid thrusts. Sandra groaned, her legs dangling helplessly in front of Dirk's powerful thighs. Her feet were a good foot off the carpet. Had she been able to stand back and witness her taking, Sandra would have seen approximately half of Dirk's massive love engine peeking from between her quivering thighs. It glistened with a mixture of her fluids; vaginal mucous, blood and cum. The overly large testicles were drawn up tightly, awaiting their opportunity to deliver their potent seed directly into her fertile womb.

Sandra felt utterly impaled. Never before had she experienced such a presence. Her mind drifted in and out of lucidity as she bounced helplessly on the all consuming entity in her belly. Its ponderous bulk stretched Sandra, seemingly pushing outward in all directions simultaneously, slowly reshaping her anatomy. The prodigious head battered against the bitter end of Sandra's vaginal passage relentlessly.

Dirk dropped one of his big paws down to cover Sandra's bulging tummy. Then, while his bouncing pile driving cadence continued, he began to compress Sandra's belly rhythmically. He was massaging her uterus as one would in an attempt to coax a new mother to deliver the placenta. Then, without warning, the bouncing ceased. Sandra was almost too far gone to react. Her psyche had begun its irrepressible inward turn to the presence inside of her.

Before this day, Sandra would never have believed that a man's penis could be so all consuming. Before today, she had called the shots. No one would ever have argued the fact that Sandra Michelle Hickerson was in control of her destiny. But now, the haughty teenager whose body was literally suspended in mid-air upon an enormous example of manhood was not so certain. Sandra was totally involved. Utterly and completely filled and focused. Or so she thought.

Sandra moaned softly when Dirk paused then leaned her forward. Slowly her penetration angle shifted. There was no warning. No way Sandra could have known what was about to happen to her. She hadn't really comprehended what Mick and the doctor in the gynecological facility had been discussing. "Something about U.I.???" Dirk's penis was so immense anyway that all Sandra felt was a slight change in its facility of effort. With her entire body weight resting on its head, Sandra felt the juggernaut shift ever so slightly in the direction of her spine.

Sandra's mouth fell open in a silent gasp as her head flew backward against Dirk's chest. A line of spittle issued from the corner of her mouth, ran down her cheek then dribbled off her chin. Sandra's eyes stared sightlessly. The small amount of fluid that remained in Sandra's bladder flowed onto the floor in front of the two lovers. Had she not used the bathroom at the insistence of her Handler, Sandra would most certainly have evacuated her bowels as well when the bulbous head followed by approximately ten inches of throbbing penis crashed the gates of her cervix and filled Sandra's womb. Sandra Hickerson truly gave birth in reverse. It was an experience not shared by many.

Dirk even groaned, which was totally unlike him, when he moved into Sandra's inner sanctum. As a rule he handled his Guests in the detached and professional manner expected of a Handler of his stature and tenure, but Uterine Involvement was new to him as well. He'd of course been made aware of the research project going on at Gyn, but this was his first experience with the new procedure. It was an unusual sensation. The portal where he'd always been forced to halt in the past had suddenly been thrown back, opening his subject up completely to him. He actually felt Sandra's vaginal opening stretch around the very root of his penis. This was something he'd never before experienced since no female had ever been able to completely accept him. Dirk felt himself push through that forbidden gate. He felt her open for him, inviting him inside. Into a fresh new environment. One with supple, muscular walls, and a pure heat that emanated from the very core of her being. Dirk quickly discovered that a young lady's uterine grip was even more pleasurable than that of her outer passages, even after the Coach's tutelage.

As Sandra's body hung trembling on his mammoth appendage, Dirk reveled in the fact that he had this female more completely than any other. Then he began to fuck her.

Sandra was utterly mindless at this point. Her entire being centered was around the all filling shaft within. When the beast began to move in her depths, a soft guttural groan was all she could manage. Menstrual-like cramps flowed through Sandra, causing a delicious consuming agony. Her orgasm took Sandra by surprise, although it didn't really register in the customary way. Rather than an event, it was more of a process. One that began like the welling up of a tsunami then rolled though her soul uninterrupted for the next half hour or so, or until Dirk finished.

And finish he did. Later, upon reviewing the video tapes of his appointment with Sandra Hickerson, Dirk would find cause to be concerned about his professionalism during the encounter. He found that he'd violated more than one personal rule. First of all, he'd lost control of Miss Hickerson and allowed her to climax. Secondly, he'd lost control of his own ardor and inseminated the young blond, something he'd never done before or after. On the other hand, what a lovely picture Miss Hickerson had made as she dangled helplessly on his cock, the head of which lay nestled at her very nucleus. What sweet sounds she'd made when he'd cum inside of her. Directly inside of her womb. Granted, the contraceptive she'd been given would ward off pregnancy, but there had been a certain glow that had come over her. A special understanding dawned when she felt him deliver his seed into her; into the very essence of her femininity. The palace of her womanhood.

Two months had passed since her date with Dirk, when one day Sandra was met after lunch by Mick and another Handler whom Sandra had not met before.

"Chris, I'd like to introduce Miss Hickerson," Mick said.

The Handler was a short, stocky man and not particularly attractive in Sandra's opinion. Of course, her opinion meant nothing, Sandra knew. Chris said nothing in the way of a greeting, as he stepped in front of Sandra. As he reached for her, Sandra cooperated by spreading her feet apart, then stood silently while he rubbed her. When Sandra felt Chris slip a finger between her labia, Sandra shifted her gaze so as to lock eyes with the Handler. He entered her vagina with first one, then two fingers. Sandra opened her eyes wide and gave Chris the expression of wonder and puzzlement that he was looking for. The man attended to her manually for several minutes. At one point in time, Sandra felt certain that he would tell her to drop to her knees and either service him orally or be taken by him there in the hallway. Mick, of course would allow Chris full use of her.

"Miss Hickerson has become one of our model Guests, Chris. I'm certain she would enjoy your company as a Partner at any time. Wouldn't you Miss Hickerson?" Mick asked.

Sandra nodded then smiled sweetly.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Hickerson," Chris echoed as he continued his exploration of Sandra's interior.

Again Sandra nodded.

"Well, perhaps another time." Then turning to Mick he said cheerfully, "Thanks for the introduction, Mick. I'll try to remember to sign up for her one of these days." He eyed Sandra appraisingly. "She looks like she might be quite entertaining." Then he removed his fingers from Sandra. "I must be off for the moment, however," he said politely.

Chris had just been awarded a Guest of his own. She would be his first, and he was understandably anxious to get to work. So, after ordering Sandra to clean her juices off of his fingers with her tongue, Chris bid the two of them farewell, and went off in the direction of the fitting rooms. Mick took Sandra by the hand and led her down the hall in the opposite direction.

They stopped in front of the official bulletin board where all of the schedules for the Guests' activities were posted on a daily basis. Sandra scanned the list of names. There were many. The Facility was filled to capacity, and its halls echoed with the sounds of young women learning to become functional females. Sandra's eyes stopped at her name. Then after a moment, her heart leapt to her throat.







There on the big notice board was posted the following:

Raines, Melody - Gymnasium - Partner: Mark Reed, Janice - Free Association - Partner: Ted Hickerson, Sandra - Exit Interview Ronson, Patricia - Group Encounter - Partner: Elliot

"Exit Interview?" she thought. Sandra turned to Mick, her excitement plain on her pretty face. She did not, however, break the Facility's code of silence, but rather she contained her excitement and waited for her Handler to speak to her first.

"That's correct, Miss Hickerson. You are scheduled for your exit interview and graduation, this very morning. We are on our way to the Headmaster's office now as a matter of fact. Do you need to use the bathroom?" Mick asked politely.

Sandra nodded that she did. Mick took her by the hand and led her to the restroom facility where she was helped to relieve herself by two volunteers. Sandra had become accustomed to urinating not only in public, but often as not seated on the lap of a volunteer who's a penis is lodged in her vagina. This morning was no exception. At the same time, a second volunteer offered himself to Sandra in order for her to pleasure him orally while she evacuated her bladder. All in all it had been a successful session, and soon Sandra found herself standing hand in hand with her Handler before a door marked "A. Knox - Headmaster."

"Good morning, Miss Hickerson," Mike Knox said politely from behind his big desk. He did not get up. "How are you, Mick," he nodded with a smile.

"Great, Sir," Mick replied. "I'll be leaving now, unless you require my services further?"

"No, thank you, Mick. You may go about your business. I know you're busy. Do me a favor, thought, and send in the first free Handler you see, please. Thank you," Knox said, dismissing his top Handler. Then turning to Sandra, he said, "Please be seated, Miss Hickerson." He motioned toward the familiar straight backed wooden chair opposite his desk. Sandra sat without hesitation.

"Well," he said when Sandra was seated. "Today's your big day, Miss Hickerson." Knox opened a manilla folder on his desk. "Time certainly flies. Why it seems like just yesterday that a haughty, self-possessed young lady stood before me, spitting threats and curses. And now just look at you." Knox smiled warmly at the pretty blond. Sandra returned his smile. "Mick tells me that you've really bloomed over the last few weeks. I'm very pleased, Miss Hickerson" Knox was about to continue when there came a knock at the door.

"Come in," Knox said.

The door opened. Sandra continued to face forward. She had not been told otherwise. She heard footsteps approach.

Knox spoke up at last. "Timothy, good morning," he said. "I'd like for you to meet Miss Sandra Michelle Hickerson." The Handler named Timothy moved to where Sandra could see him. He nodded curtly.

A pang of outrage shot through Sandra as she did her best to control her expression and smile for the Handler. "He's a kid!" Sandra cried to herself.

On several occasions, she been handled by males younger than herself, and each time it had been a particularly humiliating experience for Sandra. She wasn't sure why this, out of all of the other atrocities she'd been subjected to, disturbed her so much. But it did, and Sandra had been very careful not to let Mick suspect her discomfort, or she knew she would receive a steady diet of child lovers. Perhaps it was the sheer submissiveness of being forced to give herself to a male so much younger than herself that caused Sandra's skin to crawl.

Little did Sandra know, but Mick and the rest of the staff knew very well that she had an aversion to younger lovers. Very little escaped the attention of these professional men and women. Hence the boy who stood before her now. Timothy couldn't have been much older than fifteen. As a matter of fact, that was quite an astute observation on Sandra's part. Timothy was indeed fifteen, and was quite possibly the youngest Handler ever in the Facility's employ.

"Miss Hickerson, meet Timothy." Knox nodded in the young man's direction. Again Sandra smiled obediently. "Timothy is going to assist us with your final interview, Miss Hickerson. I trust that will be alright with you." Sandra knew not to answer. She remained silent, smiling sweetly. "Very well, then." Knox said in a businesslike tone of voice. "Let's get started then, shall we. Timothy, kindly place Miss Hickerson in Service Position One at my desk and take her vaginally to begin with." Knox sat back in his big chair and waited.

Sandra felt the outrage and hatred that she had struggled for so long to subdue begin to claw its way to the surface. She could barely contain her loathing when she was forced to look over her shoulder obediently as the young man entered her. Sandra shuddered involuntarily as his penis made its way into her. One part of Timothy at least had reached full maturity, and it was that part that occupied Sandra's thoughts now as the young man waited for further instructions from his superior.

"Go ahead, Timothy," Knox said amiably. "But slowly, please and don't allow her to climax."

Timothy's steady cadence caused Sandra's supple breasts to jiggle rhythmically as she stood bent at the waist with her hands on the edge of the Headmaster's desk. "You may look at me, Miss Hickerson," Knox said flatly. "I have some questions I'll need to ask you."

Sandra slowly turned to face the man seated behind the big desk. As the young man standing behind her continued to have his way with her, Sandra felt her rage begin to seethe just below the surface. She knew all too well that the Facility expected nothing less than total cooperation and willing participation from its Guests no matter how demeaning the situation became. She also knew that the man behind the desk would instantly detect any negative intent should she allow her feelings to be displayed on her face. As Timothy's penis moved rhythmically in and out of her, Sandra labored to maintain a mask of indifference at the very least. "So, Miss Hickerson," Knox began with a smile. "You've been with us for how long?" Sandra was confused as to what was expected of her, so she remained silent. "You may answer my questions, Miss Hickerson, but at the same time we expect you to maintain your vaginal control. Now answer my question, please."

"I... uhhgg," Sandra grunted when Timothy hit a tender spot. She dropped her head between her outstretched arms.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Knox repeated patiently. "And answer the question. How long have you been with us, Miss Hickerson?"

"I... I..." Sandra began. "About three months maybe," she was able to get out in short gasps.

Knox looked at her for a moment then consulted her records. "That's very close, Miss Hickerson. It has been just under three months. And do you know why you were sent to us?"

Timothy continued slowly and steadily. Sandra was mortified. She knew full well the answer that Knox expected, but she was loth to give it. She tried to think of an answer that would satisfy the wicked Headmaster, but that wouldn't cause her to lose any more face. If that was possible at this point in time. The problem was, of course that Timothy's incessant love making was beginning to distract Sandra. Unbeknownst to her the silent drug, Thelazine, flowing freely in her bloodstream, was helping to enhance the already powerful "suggestions" that her femininity was sending to her beleaguered mind. Sandra fought for control. "I... I guess I was... was stubborn or something," she blurted a little too loudly.

"Stubborn.. Yes, Miss Hickerson. You are indeed stubborn. You are also vain, and self-serving and pretentious, among other qualities that come to mind." Knox paused to let his statement sink in. "Do you know who sent you here, Miss Hickerson?"

"S...sent me?" Sandra asked, alarmed by the possibility. In the back of her mind, she maintained her vaginal regimens, relaxing her muscles to allow Timothy unrestricted access to her depths, then squeezing when he withdrew. "Someone sent me to this place!" her conscious mind shrieked.

"Yes, indeed, Miss Hickerson. It seems someone in your life has grown weary of your arrogance and deceit. He heard about our services from a friend and decided that you could use a little improvement."

Sandra was so stunned that she momentarily forgot her duties. "Huhhhh!" she grunted softly when Timothy rammed her unexpectedly.

"Pay attention, Miss Hickerson," Timothy ordered from behind her. "You can answer the Headmaster's questions, but I, Miss Hickerson, am your lover, and therefore demand priority over all else. I expect for you to remain focused, no matter what else is going on."

Sandra looked back at him over her right shoulder and nodded her understanding. Timothy continued.

"It was your steady partner or fiancé or whatever who sent you to us, Miss Hickerson," Knox said matter-of-factly. "Let me see," he muttered as he thumbed through Sandra's records. "Nat McCain, I believe his name is."

Sandra's mouth fell open in horrified astonishment in spite of her rapidly rising ardor. Knox hadn't missed the signs, however. Seeing the color begin to rise in her neck and shoulders, he nodded almost imperceptibly to Timothy who immediately altered his cadence.

It has been noted that by switching to an irregular rhythm a girl can be kept off balance almost indefinitely. All of the YREF Handlers practice their shift rhythms on a regular basis.

"G...Nat? Huuh.. Uhh!" Sandra gasped, partly in surprise and partly due to Timothy's attentions. "G..Nat did this to me?" Sandra was so astonished that she simply stood there, being slowly fucked by the young Handler.

"That's correct, Miss Hickerson. Apparently, in addition to your less than attractive attributes, your fiancé also discovered that you were fucking another man."

Sandra's growing rage quickly subsided, when she realized that she'd been caught. "How had Nat found out about Emilio?" Sandra asked herself. "They'd been so careful."

"Surprisingly, your fiancé wasn't all that upset about sharing you with another, Miss Hickerson. What he did resent was your haughty indifference to his feelings and your lies. Not to mention your unwillingness to satisfy his needs after you had been with your Italian friend."

"God!" Sandra cried silently. "They know everything!" She hung her head in defeat.

"Look at me please, Miss Hickerson. You are still obligated to obey our rules until such a time as you are released into the custody of your fiancé."

"My whaaaa?" Sandra gasped.

"Indeed, Miss Hickerson. Mr. McCain will be here momentarily. So if you don't mind, we need to conclude this interview."

Sandra was utterly stunned. She couldn't think of anything to say. Timothy continued, his thighs now slapping rhythmically against Sandra's firm buttocks.

"I am going to ask you a few more questions now, Miss Hickerson. Your answers will determine whether or not you're character and attitude have been suitably conditioned for a person of your gender."

"What are you, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra could barely think. Her conditioned response was, "A female."

"And what is your primary purpose in life?"

"T... to service my lover," Sandra whimpered.

"That's correct, ‘or lover's,'" Knox added. "I believe that your fiancé has some new plans concerning your future partners, Miss Hickerson." Knox smiled.

Timothy continued. "Slap..slap..slap..slap!"

"And your mantra, please, Miss Hickerson," Knox said.

Reluctantly Sandra recited somewhat breathlessly, "To have a man's penis inside of me is a privilege. To hold him inside of me is my duty."

"Very good, Miss Hickerson," Knox said condescendingly.

Sandra was indeed struggling now. The Thelazine caused the nerve endings inside of her to ignite like a solar flare. Her battle for lucidity was slowly being lost. Sandra's mind's eye ever so gradually began to turn inward to the pistoning presence in her belly. Her lubricating juices flowed freely, causing the occasional wet, slurping sound to come from between her legs. It was beyond embarrassing. Sandra was just seconds from apogee when two things happened to interrupt her ardor. First, Timothy suddenly switched to that annoying and unsettling broken cadence which put her completely off balance. Secondly, and more importantly, the office door opened.

"Well.. Well.. Well.." an all too familiar voice said. At first Sandra refused to believe she'd heard correctly. Then, as if to remove all doubt, Nat McCain sauntered across the room and perched casually on the corner of the Headmaster's desk no more than a foot away from Sandra's white knuckles.

Timothy paused for the first time in more than forty minutes. Sandra was stunned. She was so utterly mortified that she would not, could not, look up at Nat. She hung her head down between her shoulders.

"Whoa now, mate," Nat said, grinning at Timothy. "Don't stop on my account. It looks to me like you've got matters well in hand," he chuckled. Knox stood up from behind his desk and offered Nat his hand. At the same time, he nodded in Timothy's direction. The dedicated staff member immediately resumed his attentions with Sandra while the two other men chatted amiably.

"She looks good, Mr. Knox," Nat commented. "I'd swear she's a different girl. Just seeing her being taken from behind is testament to your Facility's successes."

"Slap..slap..slap..slap.."

Nat hopped off the desk and stood for several moments just staring at the loving couple. Then without warning he reached under Sandra's arm and began to fondle a breast as it jerked back and forth to her lover's cadence.

As soon as Sandra realized what Nat was doing, she jerked her body away from him. "Don't touch me!" she hissed.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain, your little lady still has a bit of her old fire left in her. We have been able to deal with Miss Hickerson relatively effectively in spite of her strong willed disrespect. You are familiar with our CAP Program are you not?" When Nat gave him a quizzical look, Knox said, "Here, let me show you." He stepped up beside Sandra and Timothy. "At the Facility we have discovered through the years that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her anal passage. I realize that sounds a little odd, but we have had great success with our CAP Program. So much so that every Guest is fitted with a device one her first day with us. CAP, Mr. McCain stands for Continuous Anal Presence. In a nutshell, we believe that by keeping a female's anal passage filled at all times, she will tend to focus on those parts of her anatomy that are pivotal to her primary roll in life. Are you with me so far?"

Nat nodded, although he was a little shocked by what he was hearing.

Knox went on. "In addition to its roll as a centering factor for a young lady, the CAP Device is also used for corrective purposes whenever we deem it necessary. Allow me to demonstrate." Knox reached down, taking care not to interrupt Timothy's rhythm, and grasped Sandra's CAP. Then with a swift move, he thrust the device into her.

The CAP Device, [Sandra now wore a size eight] rammed against her most tender tissues, causing the hapless teenager to grunt deeply. Sandra's knees buckled beneath her, and she certainly would have fallen had Timothy not been holding her up by her hips.

"As you can see, Mr. McCain," Knox went on. "The device will most certainly get a young ladies attention. Would you care to give it a try?"

"Nnnnn..." Sandra whined through clenched teeth.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson!" Timothy ordered. He continued to fuck Sandra smoothly and evenly.

"I sure would, like to give it a whirl," Nat said excitedly. He placed his hand on the blunt end of the clear acrylic torpedo. It was warm to the touch. It had been inside of his girlfriend for a long, long time. "And by the way, I like that ‘silence' routine," Nat chuckled, glancing in Knox's direction. "You guys really think of everything." He began to slowly rotate the CAP Device inside of Sandra, causing her to moan softly.

"Look at your fiancé, please, Miss Hickerson," Knox said from the sidelines. Slowly Sandra turned her head until she looked her boyfriend in the eye. He grinned at her maliciously.

"Having fun, sweetheart?" Nat asked sarcastically. "I've always thought that a good steady diet of cock is what you've been needing. Fucking becomes you. We'll have to make sure you never go without once we get you home."

Even if she'd been allowed to reply, Sandra was stunned and mortified beyond words. The fact that her boyfriend, whom she thought she had so thoroughly duped, had been the one to have her abducted then subjected to these inconceivable indignities ,still had her completely dumbfounded. While the steady rhythm of Timothy's love making continued uninterrupted, Sandra considered her plight. "Now what?" she thought. "Did Nat plan to carry on with this program of abuse after her release? If he did," Sandra's thoughts turned malevolent. "If he did, he's gonna be in for the shock of his life!"

Timothy rammed her hard.

"Huhhhhggg!" Sandra grunted.

"Silence!" Timothy barked then rammed her again. "And pay attention, Miss Hickerson. I expect total involvement on your part. Let's concentrate on your vaginal control, please," Timothy ordered. "You can dream about your boyfriend later when he takes you home, but for now, you're mine."

"Mr. McCain," Knox said. "If you'll please have a seat." he motioned to the chair Sandra had once occupied. "We have some release paper work you'll need to sign, and then we'll get Miss Hickerson ready to transport. Oh, and by the way, do you wish her conscious or unconscious for her journey home?"

Nat reluctantly let go of Sandra's CAP Device. He'd been enjoying feeling her anal contractions which were transmitted down the shaft of her CAP. They obviously coincided with her vaginal flexing, because both tended to occur at the same pace as Timothy's cadence. He took his seat just a very few feet away from where his girlfriend was being entertained by another man. It was quite exciting for Nat. He couldn't wait to get Sandra home and get her started on her new routines.

"Unconscious," Nat replied. Sandra looked over at him in astonishment, but remained silent. Timothy continued.

"I understand," Knox said, making a note. "We'll have her prepared and placed in your automobile as soon as we're done here. Now if you'll just sign, right here." Knox marked an "X" on the page then slid the official looking document over to Nat.

Sandra watched in disbelief as her boyfriend, if that is what she must think of him as, signed for her like a UPS parcel. A moment later, she huffed softly when Timothy's semen flowed hotly into her interior. Nat, turned her way and smiled, delighted to see his girlfriend inseminated in front of him. It was a rare treat, but one that would soon become commonplace. Sandra was led away by an attendant shortly thereafter.

Sandra awoke with a very muzzy head. The first thing she noticed, even before opening her eyes was that someone was having his way with her. She lay face down on the bed with her lover atop her. Her legs were spread wide. Sandra could feel the hairy legs of her lover rasping against the soft skin of her inner thighs as he moved. It came as no surprise to Sandra that she was being made love to without her consent. She just couldn't seem to remember the circumstances that led up to this latest engagement. The man she was with was not particularly large nor was he all that skilled as he moved slowly back and forth inside of her. Sandra could feel him trembling. Something none of the professionals she'd been with recently ever did. Their love making was purposeful and direct. This man was more tentative, more reserved, almost timid. None the less, Sandra subconsciously applied vaginal pressure in the rhythmic manner she'd been taught, relaxing on his thrusts and squeezing when he withdrew.

"What's going on?" Sandra wondered as her vision gradually cleared. Even though her face was half buried in her pillow, Sandra knew almost immediately that she was not in her customary bed in her usual quarters. The mattress was distinctly softer and the linen smelled too clean. She heard a soft moan. None of the men who'd worked with Sandra for the past several months had ever moaned or shown any signs that they enjoyed her company. They were there only to use her body toward their own wicked ends.

"Oh, my dear girl!" her current lover said with a breathless groan. He rammed himself home and held there, shaking weakly.

"What the?" Sandra thought as she felt the warmth of his offering spread within her.

She raised her head off the pillow. Instantly Sandra was greeted by the shock of her surroundings. She was in Nat's apartment, in his bedroom, in his big four post bed.

"Oh, my child!" Sandra's lover gasped as his body fell heavily upon her.

Sandra tried to turn to get a look at the man, but was unable to roll him off of her. His body felt limp. He was obviously exhausted from his recent love making and subsequent orgasm and lay atop Sandra like a giant water balloon, effectively pinning her to the bed.

Then a person moved into Sandra's line of sight. At first all Sandra could see was the person's thighs and hips. Then he bent closer. "Oh, God!" Sandra's mind screamed. It was Nat.

"Hi, baby," he said cheerfully. "Are you enjoying yourself, I hope? I think, your old friend, and teacher, Mr. Harris is having a good time." Nat grinned knowingly as he watched the comprehension spread over Sandra's face. "Say hello, Rob. I know Sandra is very happy to see you again."

Sandra was so utterly devastated that she could do nothing other than turn her head and bury her face in the pillow. She felt her math teacher's penis twitch deep inside of her, no doubt spewing the last of his semen into her convoluted interior.

Mr. Harris raised up, supporting himself with one hand while he rubbed Sandra's back and shoulders. "I must say, Miss Hickerson. This school you've recently attended has certainly wrought some significant changes in your character. Now let's see if you remember the early lessons I taught you."

As our story draws to a close, the once proud Sandra Hickerson can be seen cleaning the mixture of semen and vaginal juices off the penis of her high school math teacher with her tongue while Jason, her boyfriend and owner, looks on approvingly. Sandra represents yet another success story for The Youth Re-education Facility and its dedicated staff of professionals. There will be many, many more.



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