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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: "T.Y.T.C. 4.5 - Teresa's Tale" - by The StoryMaster - [M+~TeenF+, nc] 5/?
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
_______________________________________________________
Authors Note: As a rule I prefer not to post multi-part stories, but
this one is getting so very long that unfortunately, I must.
T.Y.T.C. 4.5 - Teresa's Tale - by - The StoryMaster
The phenomenon of orgasm was relatively unfamiliar to Teresa to begin
with, since in her old life, she'd considered sex to be more of a
chore than a pleasure. She would later divulge to her instructors and
Handlers that her sexual life with her fianc , Mr. Gregory Whitworth,
had been far from engaging. The man obviously did not know how to
adequately manage the young woman in order to take advantage of all
she had to offer. Under the patient guidance of men such as Scott and
Alex and the rest of the TYTC staff of Handlers and Associate, Teresa
would be inspired to attain her full potential.
In any case, when the maelstrom of physical and emotional sensations
associated with feminine climax suddenly swept over her, Teresa was
caught completely off guard. Even the lewd remarks of encouragement
uttered by her two lovers went virtually unnoticed by the intoxicated
teenager, so caught up in the moment was she. Hot flashes of light
and sizzling waves of pure ecstacy assailed her psyche. She felt
herself pressed between two torrid walls of, furry maleness in
interminable motion. A violent tremor passed through Teresa, causing
her to gasp audibly.
"Be still, Miss Davidson," the man named Scott murmured from close
behind her right ear. "Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to," he quoted. Teresa barely heard him. Her head fell back
against Scott's chest, and she stared blindly at her lover, Cliff
while he continued to deliver to her. Scott took the opportunity to
slide his hand under Teresa's outstretched right arm and around her
torso. Taking her right breast in his big hand, Scott then began to
kneed the firm and supple flesh of that lovely mammalian globe. It's
nipple was hard and erect, begging to be pinched, and Scott, naturally
obliged repeatedly.
Internally, Teresa Davidson's reproductive anatomy responded as
expected. In spite of her situation, which might be considered by
less enlightened individuals as being, shall we say, "unfortunate",
Teresa's vaginal muscles began to contract sequentially, in essence
milking her lover's steadily thrusting penis. As she gradually
yielded to the effects of the wonder drug, Thelazine, Teresa
experienced a growing emotional sense of completeness. All that was
female about Teresa Davidson "spoke" to her of fullness and harmony
with an urgency that could not be ignored. She was becoming what the
Handlers refer to as "Womb Centered". All of her being turned inward
to focus on the presence in the center of her femininity. Pangs of
discord washed over her each time the all consuming presence withdrew,
leaving her hollow and decidedly lacking. Then upon his return Teresa
silently begged him to stay.
In full accordance with TYTC's time proven premiss regarding a
female's inevitable willingness to participate even under conditions
of perceived duress, Teresa Davidson looked deeply into her lover's
eyes, pleading with him, not to stop, but rather to make her whole.
Her face, once filled with hostility, was flushed with unrestrained
ardor. Her eyes, once emerald lasers bent on cutting the hearts out
of every man present that day in the Headmaster's office, were now
muzzy and unfocused, and although she gazed obediently at her lover,
looking him directly in the eye, Cliff plainly recognized Teresa's
"Inward Stare". That wonderful wide-eyed look of wonder that a young
lady gets when she at last is entirely wrapped around her lover, both
physically and emotionally.
From his seat behind his desk, Adam North looked up from his seemingly
endless pile of paperwork when he heard the young woman moan. He knew
the sound of orgasm when he heard it. With a sense of both
satisfaction and relief he listened as his Associates gently chastised
the impassioned teenager while continuing to administer to her. North
was extremely gratified that Miss Davidson appeared to be responding
to Thelazine very well. Of course, most of the progress with Teresa
was entirely due to the efforts of his trained staff. The Headmaster
was not the only person to recognize the latent passion behind the
Davidson woman's pugnacious exterior. The months of exhaustive
training that each of his Handlers underwent, consistently paid off.
Comprehensive courses in female psychology reveal that the more
aggressive and combative young ladies usually make the best companions
once their energies are channeled through proper conditioning.
However, North knew very well that although Teresa had responded
favorably to her first induced arousal, there would be many difficult
days to follow. He looked on approvingly as the girl laid her head
against her Handler's chest and submitted to Cliff's slow and steady
ravishment.
A moment later the Headmaster watched Cliff flex his muscular thighs,
once again lifting the helpless girl up with his manhood, allowing the
weight of her body to force her down onto him completely. There was
no question in North's mind when the moment of insemination occurred.
An expression of pensive surprise suddenly graced Teresa Davidson's
flushed face, but having been the receptacle for literally quarts of
semen over the past few weeks, that expression quickly changed to one
of recognition then humiliation.
At the Facility where Teresa had spent the last three weeks, Clients
were allowed to inseminate the Guests for their own pleasure and sense
of personal fulfillment. Pregnancies were controlled by rudimentary
but effective birth control measures. The Youth Training Center, on
the other hand, handled these matters in an entirely different way.
At TYTC every detail is considered. Not a single opportunity to make
emotional inroads with the Guests is wasted. Extensive studies have
shown, for example, that the female orgasm can be an extremely
effective and powerful tool when managed correctly. By either
allowing or withholding orgasm, a young lady's emotional state can be
profoundly affected.
Take Teresa's Induction Interview for example. Here, orgasm is
permitted after being induced in an "adversarial" setting. Unaware of
the influences of the drug Thelazine, Teresa believes that she has
been overpowered and subjugated, and that due to her personal weakness
of character, she has given in to her assailants. Her own body has
betrayed her. She has failed. The resulting erosion of her
self-esteem is of inestimable value. In other situations where a
young lady's Handler recognizes her desire for orgasm, climax might be
delayed or even denied in an effort to foster an attitude of longing
and dependancy.
It has long been known by the founders of The Youth Training Center
that non-consensual insemination can produce deeply seated emotional
contradictions within a female, placing her maternal instincts and
natural desires to procreate in direct conflict with the circumstances
of her insemination. Again, any chance to chip away at her self-image
and her belief system is considered to be highly beneficial.
Medical history has documented time and again that pregnancy, more
than any other single occurrence in her life can generate the most
significant and profound emotional and physical changes in a young
woman. Due, in part, to outdated prejudices, and regrettably, a lack
of vision, this valuable educational tool has been more or less
ignored. Recently, however, our staff physiologists and psychologists
have begun to dabble in the area of "Managed Pregnancy". Less than a
year ago at both TYTC and The Facility, contraception regimens were
strictly adhered to, but no longer.
By allowing its Guests to be impregnated on a case by case basis,
several bold new avenues for the enlightenment and education of our
family of young ladies have been opened.
The first benefit is obvious. Contrary to popular belief, a female
instinctively knows when she's been fertilized. Often that belief
begins only as an intuition, a sneaking suspicion that her deepest
sanctuary has been invaded. It has been said that this instinctive
realization can even be seen in her eyes at the exact time of
fertilization. Then, as the days pass, she gradually becomes more
certain, and with that growing certainty, comes the knowledge that she
has been taken utterly by a mate not of her choosing. The knowledge
that he has left a part of himself inside of her which in turn has
joined with the very fiber of her being on a cellular level causes a
devastating sense of personal violation and consumption. The
resulting loss of "self" to circumstances beyond her control is quite
effective and long lasting.
If the pregnancy is allowed to continue, a host of well documented
changes in her emotions begin to surface. The hormonal influences
upon her mental capacities alone are enough to provoke considerable
confusion and uncertainty. Her natural nesting instincts tend to
steer her toward one mate. Thus, although she realizes that she is
surrounded by men who previously were her foes, the very roots of her
femininity subtly encourages her toward developing loyalties toward
her partners, and then eventually toward one mate. The urge for
monogamy is a powerful urge in the pregnant female, and one that we
now use to our advantage. This very instinct can be molded into what
we refer to as Handler Loyalty. It is then a relatively simple matter
later on to transfer this loyalty to her new life companion. Although
the program of Managed Pregnancy is still in its infancy, it is being
employed more and more often in the Center's never ending search for
excellence. At the time of this writing, Guest pregnancies during
this testing phase are allowed to run an average of two months before
being aborted. To date, test subjects have responded better than
expected.
North flipped a page in Teresa's file and located data on her
menstrual cycle which was graciously provided by the Facility upon her
transfer. While his men finished up with her, the TYTC Headmaster
noted that the teenager was entering her "ripe" phase. He jotted a
note in the "Training Procedures" section, instructing Teresa's future
Handlers and Attendants that should she become pregnant, the pregnancy
be allowed to develop for an unspecified period of time.
Teresa's belief that these men were merely a group of unruly sadists
and rapists was pure unfounded conjecture. In reality, there wasn't a
day that went by or a minute in any day for the Guests of The Youth
Training Center that wasn't carefully planned and executed. Each
seeming act of heartlessness or brutality had an express purpose.
Nothing was random. Nothing left to chance. The Center thought of
everything.
"Be silent, Miss Davidson," Scott was forced to remind the impassioned
teenager following a second audible moan. Her first had been
forgiven. Scott knew, not only from having worked with Cliff several
times in the past that he'd just made a deposit with his young charge,
but also because her entire body had abruptly stiffened when she
accepted his offering. His fingertips resting gently on the butt of
Teresa's CAP at the time of insemination, Scott felt the sympathetic
clutching of her anal sphincter on the hard rubber plug which he knew
was concurrent with the spontaneous milking action of her vaginal
muscles.
Still caught up in the mindlessness of Womb Centering, Teresa barely
heard Scott's prompting. She felt his warm maleness against her skin
where he pressed against her. She felt his big hand rhythmically
kneading her breast. She felt the hard rubber appliance slowly
rotating in her rear end. But mostly, Teresa Davidson focused on the
all-consuming displacement of her abdominal spaces. The pressure and
depth of Cliff's penetration was mind numbing as once more she found
herself lifted upward upon his fleshy engine. Then just as the ankle
restraints at the lower corners of the Acceptance Frame pulled tight,
the fiery eruption struck. The first pulse felt like it would drive
Teresa's spine through the top of her head, opening her eyes and
causing her to take note. As the seeding continued, Teresa stiffened
noticeably.
"Mmmmmm...mmm," the teenager moaned pitifully as the mounting pressure
in her tummy forced her lover's viscus offering into every nook and
cranny. As mentioned earlier, Teresa had been on the receiving end of
a goodly quantity of semen during the passed three weeks, so the
sensation of male ejaculation was not an unfamiliar one for her. But
this was different somehow. It felt more final. Although Teresa was
much to wrapped up in the moment for truly cognizant thought,
instinctively she knew that she was being fertilized by the big
Handler.
"Easy now, little one," Cliff coaxed in an effort to relax his young
partner. He actually felt back pressure as his third salvo entered
the tight, clutching confines of his young lover.
The first beautiful swimmer that lead the assault upon the mucous
block which guarded the tiny opening in the center of Teresa's cervix
was quickly rebuffed and subsequently perished in the attempt, but
right behind him were millions more. Her gates fell quickly, and the
troops swarmed into the innermost chamber of Teresa Davidson. Deep in
this sanctum lay one microscopic sample of Teresa's DNA in the form of
a recently ovulated egg. In seconds the assault was on. Thousands
fell, before one tiny soldier succeeded in penetrating the shield
membrane of the ovum. It was at that exact instance when Teresa and
her Handler truly became one, and Cliff and his superior, Adam North
witnessed her realization of conception plainly etched in her stunned
facial expression.
Cliff dutifully held himself deep inside of the teenager until he felt
that she was finished with her milking processes. Then he removed his
finger tips from beneath Teresa's chin, and unceremoniously exited
her. Teresa was much to dazed from the whole experience to even think
about what might happen next. So she simply allowed herself to drift
in the warm pool of afterglow, totally unaware of the biological
changes that her body was already going through. Teresa Anne Davidson
was one very pregnant young lady.
As though nothing at all out of the ordinary had occurred, Cliff
packed himself away and zipped up. Giving the dazed young woman no
further thought, Cliff turned to Scott and asked, "Will that be all,
sir?"
"Yes, that's all for now, Cliff. Good work," Scott said.
"Praise in public, scold in private," Alex had once instructed him,
reciting one of the axioms of correct personnel management. One day
Scott would be a leader in the organization.
"But please stand by, if you don't mind. After I suction her, I'll
more than likely require assistance in transporting her to her exam."
"No problem," Cliff replied good-naturedly.
From his many hours of OB/GYN training, Scott knew that if the
teenager were going to conceive, she would have done so by now. After
releasing his controlling hold on her CAP, Scott stepped around the
A-Frame and faced the girl. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes
were clearing. Her breathing had slowed considerably, and she once
again stood on her own two feet, spread wide though they were.
"You've done quite well, Miss Davidson," Scott commented idly as he
reached into the zippered kit on his belt. "After the way you started
out this afternoon, I thought we might never get through to you." He
smiled at the chestnut haired beauty.
Teresa's sense of outrage was quickly returning. She glared defiantly
up at the Handler from her vulnerable position. In her womb, the
single cell became two.
While the cellular mitosis continued inside of Teresa, her Handler
knelt down in front of her and removed an odd looking small clear
canister from his belt kit. Next he took out a short length of clear
vinyl tubing which he attached to a fitting on the top of the
canister. While Teresa looked on with growing apprehension, Scott
then fastened what appeared to be some kind of primer bulb to a second
fitting on the canister.
"There we are," Scott muttered to himself as was his habit. At the
last minute, Teresa noticed that the tubing he'd affixed to the
canister had a rounded tip at its bitter end. This rounded end, Scott
now pushed up into Teresa's vagina with no hesitation what so ever.
"Now we'll just retrieve that part of Cliff's deposit that you didn't
use, young lady," Scott commented casually as he began to work the
squeeze bulb, pumping it rapidly in his left hand. With his right,
the Handler guided the tip of the tubing he'd placed into Teresa here
and there inside of her. Accompanied by what some might consider to
be sickening sounds of liquid suction, a milky viscus fluid began to
travel down the tubing and bubble into the clear canister. When the
sound of his suctioning changed to one similar to that of a child
reaching the end of his milkshake, Scott muttered, "Let's try up
here," then pushed the tubing deeper into Teresa's vagina. He knew
he'd hit pay dirt when the sound abruptly deepened and he felt
resistance on the primer bulb. Glancing quickly downward, Scott
watched a steady stream of the milky mixture of semen and vaginal
mucous spurt into the reservoir canister. "That's better," he said
with a smile. "My, my, Cliff really filled you up, young lady."
Teresa thought she would throw up as the man callously moved the
repulsive device around inside of her. "What on Earth could he be
doing?" she wondered disgustedly.
When once more, the sound of a straw at the bottom of an empty
milkshake was heard in the Headmaster's office, Scott removed the
tubing from Teresa's vaginal passage and stood up holding the gruesome
portable suctioning device. For effect, Scott held the canister up in
front of Teresa and swirled its syrupy contents before her eyes.
"Thank goodness we didn't waste any," he said happily. "Now don't you
worry," he continued smiling at Teresa's expression of disgust.
"We'll save this for you for later, my dear." Teresa mouth fell open
in shock. She could think of nothing to say.
Teresa's Induction Interview was over at last. The Headmaster sat
quietly behind his big desk and observed while the young teenager was
freed from the bondage of the A-Frame. Although a scuffle was
certainly possible, neither Scott nor Cliff expected one. Even a
fiery tempered young woman like Teresa had her limits, the men knew.
She might attempt to resist, but undoubtedly she was fatigued and
could be easily overpowered if necessary. As it turned out, the
teenager could barely stand without help from Cliff. Then once Scott
decided that she could walk, Teresa was led from the Headmaster's
office without further comment.
Continued...
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