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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "TYTC - Sandy's Tale" - by The StoryMaster [M+~teenf, nc]
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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.

   The Youth Training Center - Part One - by - The StoryMaster

   Sandy Winters stifled a grunt with great difficulty.  This was her sixth
week in training, and her head Coach was watching closely this morning.  He
sat in a chair just a few feet away, clipboard in hand.  "Mmmee," Sandy
squealed softly through tightly pursed lips.  She winced, briefly closing
her eyes, then opened them again quickly as she realized her mistake, but
it was too late.  As she regained eye contact with her Coach, Sandy watched
the man make some notes on his pad.  Sandy knew she would be corrected
later in the day, but at the moment, it was all she could do simply to
maintain some semblance of dignity and control.  Sandy hoped that in light
of the circumstances, her Coach would be lenient with her.  After all, she
rationalized this was only her second lover, and this man was much bigger
than her first.  Sandy stifled another groan as the man's large cock head
hammered against her cervix, his nearly two inch diameter shaft filling her
completely.  Sandy's lower lip quivered as her mouth fell open in a silent
gasp.  She tried desperately to maintain eye contact with her Coach and
supervisor as her lover's large hands grasped her by her slim hips and
pulled her back, crushing her shapely butt against the fronts of his
thighs.

   Sandy Winters was fifteen years old and currently engaged in a program
of sexual conditioning at The Youth Training Center.  How she came to be
there and at the mercy of a complete stranger is a long story.

   "Mmph," the young, blond teenager huffed through her nose as she
clutched the back of the wooden chair in front of her.  Sandy was not doing
well today.  "Rule Number One" had been drilled into her psyche repeatedly
over the past few weeks, "Silence while being handled".  This was a
non-negotiable standard at the Training Center, and infractions were dealt
with sternly.  The young girl arched her back, trying to remember what she
had seen in the many video tapes and photographs she had studied recently,
hoping that perhaps if she did well in her love making from this point on
that her Coach might go easy on her when it came time for retribution.  Her
"lover" rammed her again.  Sandy thought her insides would split open. 
Fortunately she was beginning to "juice up" a little.  When her latest
Handler had first entered her just minutes earlier, Sandy had been nearly
dry.  Foreplay was deemed to be non-conducive to conditioning at The Center
other than for its anatomical effects.  It was therefore optional, and left
entirely up to the individual Coaches' and Handlers' discretion.

   Sandy had done reasonably well thus far in her conditioning, much to the
surprise of her instructors.  When Sandy Winters first arrived at TYTC she
had been a head strong, conceited young girl as a result of having spent
the last several years in a world that orbited solely around Sandy Winters.
The teenager's budding sexuality and stunning good looks had given her
virtually limitless power over boys her age and older.  Young Miss Winters
had proceeded to exploit this power to the fullest.

   That power, however had been stripped away almost as quickly as her
clothing the morning of her initial orientation with the Head Master of The
Youth Training Center.  Much to Sandy's dismay, two male assistants had
been admitted to the office and had proceeded to forcibly remove her
clothes.  Sandy had remained naked ever since.  In the early weeks of her
training, Sandy had cried often.  Soon, however she realized that sympathy
was not something that was dispensed liberally at The Center.  Correction,
on the other hand came swiftly and surely.  Since her enrollment, by her
step-father, Jim Neilson, over six weeks ago, young Sandy Winters was
learning an entirely new way of life.  Her step-father barely recognized
her during the first of her scheduled observation sessions.

   That had been an interesting session.  Her step-father, who had admitted
Sandy for the express purpose of having her prepared for his personal
pleasure, had been invited to witness Sandy's first oral sex session.  From
behind the one-way mirror, Jim Neilson watched as his haughty, blond
step-daughter was led into one of the training rooms used for anonymous
observation.  It was the first time Neilson had seen Sandy naked, and he
was very pleased indeed by the sight of her.

   Sandy, at fifteen was magnificent to say the least.  She had a trim,
athletic body with a wasp like waist and nicely spreading hips.  Sandy's
breasts were small and slightly pointed with puffy nipples and areola.  The
real focus of Neilson's attention at first witnessing his lovely
step-daughter's nakedness, however lay between her thighs.  Sandy Winters'
pussy was a real eye catcher.  Even at fifteen years of age, she was still
virtually hairless with only the slightest tuft of wispy, blond curls
crowning her pubis.  Sandy's full vulva, wide pubic arch and tightly closed
slit were plainly visible as the young teen was left alone and shivering in
the cool room.

   The Center thought of everything.  The cool room temperature caused
Sandy's nipples to begin to harden almost immediately as she instinctively
attempted to cover herself.  A practice which would later be dealt with.

   Sandy Winters had also been blessed with stunning good looks.  Her face
was a symphony of loveliness.  Sandy had expressive blue eyes, a full mouth
and a cute, little upturned nose.  Her shining, blond hair fell over her
shoulders and down to her waist like a golden cape.  As the girl turned,
gazing nervously around the room, her step-father noticed an oval shaped,
plastic flange pressed against and between Sandy's shapely butt cheeks. 
Neilson remembered reading about The Center's policy called "CAP" or
"Constant Anal Presence".  He assumed that this was a part of that regimen.
While Neilson watched, his lovely, young step-daughter dropped a hand
behind her and touched the plastic flange, eliciting a wince as the long,
tapered butt plug jabbed at her insides.  Sandy's step-father smiled from
behind the big observation mirror.

   Just then, two male attendants entered the room with Sandy, closing the
door behind them.  It was then that her step-father also noticed that there
was no door knob on the inside of the door.  The room was soundproof, so
Neilson was unable to hear what was said, but one of the two men gave his
step-daughter an obvious command.  At first the young blond backed away
from the two men.  She continued to try to cover her nudity by placing a
hand over her pussy and an arm across her breasts.  In response, one
Handler quickly stepped over to Sandy and took her by the shoulders.  Sandy
looked away as the man spoke to her.  Taking her by the chin, the man
raised Sandy's face and looked her directly in the eyes.  He spoke again.
To Jim Neilson's amazement, his beautiful, young, step-daughter slowly
dropped her hands to her sides.  The man before her spoke another command
when she started to look away.  Sandy quickly returned her gaze to his
eyes. The man stared at Sandy for several minutes without saying or doing
anything.  Then without warning he reached out a hand and took one of
Sandy's small nipples between his index finger and thumb, pinching gently.
The teenager instinctively jerked away.  Before Sandy could get away from
him, her Handler took her again by the shoulders and quickly spun the young
teen around.  While her step-father watched, the man reached under Sandy's
arms then cupped both her small breasts in his hands, pulling her naked
body back against himself.  Sandy struggled weakly as the man started
kissing her bare shoulders while he kneaded her breasts slowly.  At that
point, the other man took a position close in front of the hapless young
teen.  Jim Neilson gulped as he second man without hesitation reached down
and cupped Sandy's pussy.  Sandwiched between the two large men, the young
blond was unable to escape.  She was forced to allow herself to be handled
at will by her trainers.  As the second man rubbed her pussy slowly, he
took Sandy by the chin and brought her face to his.  The young girl writhed
helplessly between the two.  As the second man continued to massage Sandy's
full pussy, he spoke a command.  Although an expression of dismay remained
plainly painted on the young blond's lovely face, she opened her eyes and
looked directly at the man touching her.

   "Part of the training," Jim Neilson thought, remembering more of the
material in the Center's brochure.  "Clients shall maintain eye contact
with their respective Handler(s) at all times."

   After a few minutes, the man in front of Sandy removed his hand.  At
that time, the man behind Sandy released her breasts and stepped back.  The
man in front of the young girl again took her by the shoulders and turned
her to face her other trainer.  He then stepped up close behind Sandy and
waited.  The first man spoke a command.  A nervous expression fell across
Sandy's lovely features.  She hesitated.  With that, the man behind her
placed one hand on Sandy's left hip to restrain her, then placed the palm
of his other hand against the plastic flange protruding from between
Sandy's ass cheeks.  He moved his hand slowly up and down.  The reaction
from the young blond was immediate.  Sandy practically left the floor as
she leapt to her tip toes in an effort to ease the pressure being exerted
on her bowel by the device buried deeply in her rectum.

   The eight inch by 1/2 inch hard rubber plug had been placed into Sandy
immediately following her orientation and initial disrobing.  It was
removed twice daily by a trainer so that she might use the bathroom, under
strict supervision, of course.  The only other times that it was removed,
it was replaced with either another apparatus or some human appendage. 
This was part of the CAP Program, a most successful training method at
TYTC.

   The trainer behind Sandy, paused briefly while the other spoke the
command again.  This time, Sandy was more cooperative, albeit reluctantly.

   "TYTC was wonderful," Jim Neilson thought as he watched his beautiful,
young step-daughter assume a kneeling position in front of her trainer. 
"All resistance on the part of clients is dealt with sexually, never
violently," Jim thought to himself, remembering yet another excerpt from
the Center's brochure.

   As Jim looked on, he witnessed this policy first hand.  Each time Sandy
refused a command some sexual liberty was taken by her Handlers.  At the
moment, it appeared Sandy was being told to unfasten her trainer's
trousers. Following her initial reluctance, her second Handler had knelt
behind her in order to manipulate her butt plug.  At last, the young blond
slowly reached out and unzipped the man's fly.  As she did, the Handler
behind her reached over her shoulders, taking Sandy's shining, blond hair
in his hands.  Pulling her golden tresses back, he then allowed the young
beauty's hair to spill down her back.

   "She is so lovely," Neilson thought.

   Another command was given.  Sandy gazed up at the man standing before
her, a look of utter dismay upon her face.  She shook her head. 
Immediately the Handler behind Sandy reached down between her thighs.  He
didn't make use of the butt plug for the moment, but as Jim Neilson watched
the muscles of the man's forearm begin to move, he realized that he was
touching his step-daughter in a most intimate place.  Sandy squirmed in an
effort to escape the man's attentions, but such efforts inevitably proved
futile.  The trainer standing in front of Sandy then lifted her chin with
two fingers and spoke the command once again.

   Just then the door to the observation gallery opened, and Jim Neilson
turned to see Adam North, the Headmaster of the Youth Center enter the room
and close the door.  "Good morning, Mr.  Neilson," North said cordially. 
"I'm sorry, I'm late, but I had a new inductee this morning.  Oh, good," he
said nodding at the observation window.  "This is a big step for Miss
Winters."

   Turning to face the glass, Jim Neilson watched as Sandy reached a hand
reluctantly into the trousers of the trainer who stood before her. 
Suddenly, however, the young girl jerked her hand away as though burned. 
Immediately, the Handler behind Sandy withdrew his hand from between her
thighs and gave the flange of her butt plug a firm slap.  The effects were
instantaneous, as the young blond's head flew back.  She turned quickly to
face the man behind her.  With that, the trainer kneeling behind Sandy
issued a command and slapped the butt plug again.  Sandy's body jerked in
response, but still she stared back at him, avoiding the man in front of
her.  The kneeling trainer proceeded to slap the plug repeatedly until at
last, the stubborn, young girl turned and faced the man standing patiently
before her.

   "Young Miss Winters definitely has a stubborn streak in her, doesn't
she, Mr.  Neilson," Adam North said with a chuckle.

   "Oh, yes.  She most certainly does," Neilson agreed.  "Her mother used
to spoil the hell out of her as did all of her teachers.  I suppose because
of her good looks, Sandy has been used to getting her own way for a long
time." As he watched, the Handler standing in front of his step-daughter
once again placed two fingers beneath Sandy's chin and raised her eyes to
his.  He spoke a command.

   "Well, you needn't concern yourself further, Mr.  Neilson.  At The Youth
Training Center we always get the desired results.  Young Miss Winters is
no different than most attractive girls her age.  They seem to believe that
men will do practically anything for them in order to gain their favor.  If
this sort of thinking isn't stifled early on, it will become a part of her
belief system on into adulthood.  Our policy of persistent sexual attention
has proven to be virtually 100% effective at squelching this sort of
attitude.  In a few short months, your young step-daughter will be willing
and able to provide you with any sort of sexual entertainment you could
possibly desire.  We guarantee it, Mr.  Neilson."

   In the training room, Sandy again reached a hand into the trousers of
the trainer standing before her.  When she hesitated, her butt plug
received a pat from her other Handler.  While the two men in the
observation gallery watched, the lovely, blond, fifteen year old, slowly
withdrew her trainer's cock from his trousers.  As the man's ample sized
organ sprang free of the confinement of his clothing, Sandy removed her
hand and looked up at him questioningly.

   "There, you see, Mr.  Neilson.  Just two weeks ago, your step-daughter
told me in no uncertain terms that no matter what we did to her, she would
never cooperate with us.  As a matter of fact, she, like so many others,
threatened me with arrest and jail, and you name it," North went on,
chuckling again.  "It's all a matter of method and patience."

   Behind the glass, Sandy Winters reluctantly took the man's large cock in
one hand.  After receiving a command and another pat on her butt plug, the
young teen began to slowly stroke her trainer's cock shaft.  Neilson was
flabbergasted.  He turned to North in wonderment.

   Seeing the look of disbelief on his client's face, North smiled and
said, "I take it, this is something that perhaps you have suggested that
Sandy might do for you in the past."

   Neilson nodded silently as he watched his beautiful, young step-daughter
spit into her hand for lubrication, then continue to stroke the cock of the
man in front of her.  Whenever she lowered her eyes from his, Sandy
received a reminder from behind.

   "This is the first time Sandy has met the man who's penis she now holds,
Mr.  Neilson.  The Handler providing guidance from behind, however, has
been working with your step-daughter from the beginning.  If you recall the
information sent to you about our services, you will remember, perhaps that
each client is assigned a Primary Handler, or Coach.  Sandy's Coach works
with her on a daily basis helping her with her personal hygiene as well as
assisting her with her prescribed daily regimens and then grading her
progress.  Over the next few months, Sandy will most likely develop a bond
with her Primary, since it is him that she ultimately must please.  Later
we will see to it that this loyalty is transferred to yourself or to
whomever you wish.  Am I making myself clear, Mr.  Neilson?"

   "Yes, I ah.." Neilson answered, unable to take his eyes off what was
happening on the other side of the one-way glass.

   Continuing with his commentary, North said, "From the moment she awakens
in the morning, Miss Winters' Primary never leaves her side.  He renders
assistance with her toilet, including when necessary, the removal and
insertion of sanitary tampons.  He bathes your step-daughter, often with
the assistance of another.  Most of these daily routines are performed
before an audience.  The object being to make it abundantly clear to the
client that her body and her bodily functions are no longer under her
control, but rather they are the property and responsibility of others. 
Your step-daughter is a lovely, young woman who, when her conditioning is
complete, should provide you with a great deal pleasure for many years, Mr.
Neilson."

   Adam North paused when from the corner of his eye, he sensed a struggle
beginning in the training room.  Turning, he saw Sandy's Principal take her
head in his hands, attempting to hold the young girl motionless from
behind. The man in front of the blond girl then stepped forward.  Holding
his big cock in one hand, he placed his other hand behind the struggling
girl's head.

   "Today marks a big turning point in both the training program and the
life of your step-daughter, Mr.  Neilson," North continued as Neilson
watched the standing man begin to rub the tip of his prick across Sandy's
mouth.

   "This is incredible," Neilson thought, not for the last time."

   In the background, North droned on, "Up until this point, Miss Winters'
conditioning has consisted mainly of confidence breaking drills intended to
make her more susceptible to suggestion and direction.  She has had some
initial training in technique using videos, etc., but until now has had
little actual sexual experience in which she is expected to participate. 
The taking of a penis into her mouth is a foundation block in your
step-daughter's conditioning.  We prefer to use a stranger for her initial
experiences to teach her that she is expected to provide any man with
sexual service when told to do so.  As a matter of fact, Mr.  Neilson, from
this moment on, your step-daughter will seldom have the same `lover' twice,
and they are referred to as `lovers', by the way.  Never will her Principal
enter into a sexual act with her other than as you see before you, to
provide incentive to obey and to learn.  This incentive is generally
administered anally, as you have no doubt discovered.  We believe at TYTC
that the way to a girl's heart and mind is through her rectum."

   While Neilson and North watched, Sandy's Coach released his hold on her
head and gathered her hair in one hand.  He leaned down and took hold of
the plastic flange between the teenager's firm, round buttox.  He then
pulled approximately three or four inches of the device slowly out of
Sandy's rectum.  The man standing before her continued to press his cock
head against Sandy's lips, rubbing it not too gently back and forth across
her smooth, white teeth while grasping her firmly by the back of the neck.
Sandy struggled with renewed vigor, trying to shake her head away from the
man's advances.  Her blue eyes were shut tightly, and her pretty face
contorted with her effort.  Then, without warning, Sandy's Principal
slammed the hard, rubber, anal device back into her with the heal of his
hand.  At the same time, he pulled Sandy's head back hard.  The desired
results were quickly achieved.

   Although neither Neilson nor his host could hear her, Sandy opened her
mouth wide, with a deep, guttural grunt.  She would later receive marks
down for this, but at the moment, that didn't matter much to the hapless
teenager.  What did matter was that the man standing before her took
immediate advantage of Sandy's opened mouth , pushing the head of his cock
inside then quickly to the back of her throat.

   Immediately Sandy's hands flew to the man's thighs where she scrabbled
ineffectually, clawing at his flesh with her nails.  Another demerit.

   As the smooth, broad head of the man's penis made its way into her
mouth, Sandy's blue eyes flew open in surprise.  Gazing upward she saw the
smiling face of the very first man to have her orally, a mental picture
which could never be erased.  Sandy pushed hard against his thighs, trying
to pull her head back, but his progress was relentless, and furthermore,
her Principal had stepped up close behind her, blocking her retreat
completely.  While the two observers looked on, the man who's cock now
filled the young teenager's mouth, paused and spoke.  Sandy closed her eyes
in response and tried again to free herself.  Again she was unsuccessful.

   "What your young step-daughter is no doubt being informed of, Mr. 
Neilson," North said, from beside his client.  "Are her rights, which are
exactly none," North chuckled again.  She will soon be commanded to
cooperate or face unknown consequences.  Watch what happens."

   While they looked on, the young blond shook her head in answer to an
ultimatum spoken to her from behind by her Coach.  Sandy's lips were
tightly stretched around the shaft of her first "lover's" cock.  Then ever
so slowly, young Sandy Winters, teenage idol of so many, moved her hands
from the fronts of her "lover's" hairy thighs around behind them, holding
him just beneath his buttox.  Her Principal spoke again to her.  Sandy
opened her eyes and looked up at her "lover" as instructed.  Slowly, while
the two observers watched in awe, the man began to withdraw his cock shaft
from Sandy's mouth.  When he did, Neilson saw his step-daughter's cheeks
dimple in.  "She's sucking him," he realized in wonder.

   Neilson turned quickly toward his host, but quickly looked back at the
proceedings behind the one-way glass.  As the purple head of the man's cock
became visible at the corner of his step-daughter's mouth, he paused and
spoke a command.  Neilson could see the mental struggle painted plainly on
Sandy's face.  The man spoke again as her Principal leaned down behind her,
reaching for her butt plug.  With that, young Sandy opened her big, blue
eyes and her sweet, virgin mouth wide, for her "lover", her Coach and
unknowingly for her step-father.  Her "lover" smiled and slowly moved his
hips forward.  Neilson saw his step-daughter's small white hands flex on
his thighs as the unfamiliar flesh again moved into her mouth.  Her
Principal cautiously released his restraining grip on Sandy's hair then
knelt behind her.  Next her took her hair in both hands and gently pulled
it back, allowing it to spill down her back in a golden fall.  Neilson was
once again taken by Sandy's loveliness, her flawless white skin, her
perfectly shaped little butt, her huge blue eyes which were currently
filled with apprehension as her "lover" began to slowly fuck her mouth. 
The young girl tensed up momentarily when to her surprise, her trainer took
hold of the wide flange of her anal device and slowly removed it.  Neilson
was amazed at the length of the device when at last Sandy's Principal
placed it on the floor beside her left ankle.  While Sandy's "lover"
gradually increased the tempo of his strokes, Sandy's Coach began to rub
her perfect little bottom slowly and methodically.

   "Well, Mr.  Neilson.  It's been a pleasure," North said turning to Jim
and extending a hand.  Jim took his offered hand without comment.  "I do
hope you are satisfied with your step-daughter's progress thus far." Both
men glanced back at the observation window.  Neilson's mouth fell open as
he watched Sandy's Coach slip his middle finger into his lovely
step-daughter's anal opening.  The little blond's whole body shuddered in
response to the unforseen sensation.  Her "lover", however, never slowed
his pace.  He continued to move his big cock rhythmically in and out of
Sandy's mouth, causing her head to bob back and forth in time.  Sandy's
Principal picked up the first man's tempo, finger fucking her anally.  It
was a marvelous scene.  "I must leave you now, Mr.  Neilson.  I have
administrative duties that require my attention.  Please feel free to stay
and observe as long as you like.  I believe young Miss Winters is scheduled
for more than one oral session this morning.  You should enjoy watching her
swallow her first semen.  I for one find that to be a most rewarding event
to observe.  From this time forward, Miss Winters, like all of our clients,
will receive a substantial daily dose of semen orally as well as vaginally
later on.  Which reminds me that I neglected to ask if you have read the
section on our contraception program."

   With great difficulty, Neilson tore his eyes from the scene unfolding in
the training room just a few yards away.  "Well, yes, I...  I do remember
reading something about it, I believe."

   "Briefly, Mr.  Neilson.  All of our clients are given Norplant.  It is a
very effective female contraceptive which is administered sub-dermally upon
a client's induction to the Center.  This implant can be left in place upon
her completion of our program or it may be removed if you intend to
impregnate Miss Winters or to have her impregnated; a service which , by
the way we also provide."

   Neilson was having difficulty following what Mr.  North was telling him,
so wrapped up was he in watching his young step-daughter undergo her first
oral fucking.  Just moments earlier, Sandy had been issued another command.
The young teen now fondled the testicles of her "lover" while he continued
to administer to her.

   Suddenly Neilson remembered something he had intended to ask of his
host. "Mr.  North," he said, again tearing his eyes from the window. 
"There is something I've been meaning to ask you."

   "Yes, Mr.  Neilson," North said turning back to his client.

   "Has she..  I mean is she?" Neilson said haltingly.

   "I beg your pardon," Mr.  Neilson.

   "Is Sandy, My ah..  step-daughter still a..  I mean, is her..  Is she
still `intact', is what I mean to say, Mr.  North?" Neilson at last was
able to say with a great deal of embarrassment.

   "You mean, has Miss Winters had vaginal intercourse." North said with a
smile.  Neilson nodded, bashfully.  "No, Mr.  Neilson, she had not had
vaginal intercourse since her induction here.  As far as our staff
gynecologist can determine, your step-daughter is still a virgin.  Miss
Winters is not scheduled for deflowering until, I believe, her fifth week
with us.  Would you like to be scheduled to observe on that day?"

   "Actually, Mr.  North," Neilson said, clearing his throat nervously. 
Then he paused.

   "Please, Mr.  Neilson, I must be going.  What is it you wish to ask?"

   "Mr.  North," Neilson said regaining his composure.  "I wish to be
Sandy's first.  I want to be the one to take my step-daughter's virginity.

   Adam North was silent for several moments while he pondered Neilson's
request.  At last he spoke.  "Mr.  Neilson, this is a very unusual request.
You must understand, that our program here at the Center is highly
structured.  It is for this very reason that we are so successful." He
nodded toward the glass.

   In the training room, it appeared that events were reaching a crescendo.
Neilson immediately noticed that his step-daughter's shapely butt was
moving slowly in time to her Coaches manipulations.  Her "lover" exhibited
amazing control as he maintained steady, even strokes, never pushing to
deeply into the young teenager's mouth.  Full or Deep Throat penetration
would begin on a later day.  His job was first to have his subject accept
his cock into her mouth and then to ejaculate therein.  He was well paid
for his services and was a true professional, as were all of the staff at
The Center.

   "Your participation in Miss Winters' conditioning could have
unpredictable results," North said after a moment.

   Neilson looked his way, saying, "Mr.  North, I have paid you and your
Center a lot of money to prepare my step-daughter.  Thus far, I must say
the results of your program have been nothing short of spectacular." He
paused looking back at the window.  "But, Mr.  North, I must insist that
somehow I be allowed to have Sandy her first time.  I am quite adamant
about this request.  I'm sure there must be some way.  You people appear to
be very resourceful."

   Again, silence filled the small observation room as North pondered
Neilson's proposal.  "Very well, Mr.  Neilson," he said at last.  "We'll
take your request under advisement and contact you at the proper time.  You
must agree, however to abide by our guidelines.  Will that be acceptable to
you, Mr.  Neilson?"

   Neilson exhaled a long breath.  He realized with some consternation that
he had been holding his breath.  "Yes, Mr.  North.  That will be just fine.
You have my word.  I agree to your terms and will follow your
instructions."

   "Fine, fine, Mr.  Neilson," North said half turning toward the door. 
"And now I must take my leave.  Until next time then, Mr.  Neilson," he
said extending his hand once more.  As Neilson shook his host's hand the
man said, "I believe you should look to your left, Mr.  Neilson."

   As Neilson turned, North dropped his hand and left the room.  Neilson
didn't hear the door close, so engrossed was he in the happenings on the
other side of the observation window.  At that very instant, Sandy's
"lover" threw his head back.  With both hands, he grasped her small, blond
head, holding her mouth on himself.  At first Sandy's blue eyes merely
registered confusion, then suddenly her expression changed.

   With delight, Jim Neilson watched as his lovely step-daughter sensed the
swelling of her "lover's" cock in her mouth.  Not knowing exactly what to
expect, Sandy's pretty face exhibited a medley of expressions ranging from
curiosity, to surprise, to alarm, and at last understanding and even
resignation.  The young blond's cheeks bulged outward as her "lover"
unloaded into her virgin mouth.  At the same time, her Principal pressed
his long middle finger as far into Sandy's rectum as it would physically
reach, the palm of his hand coming to rest against her firm ass cheeks.  He
then hooked his finger rhythmically, massaging Sandy internally.

   Sandy felt the hot fluid spurt against the back of her soft pallet,
filling her mouth and threatening to choke her.  With extreme alarm the
young girl tried to pull her head back struggling for air, but she found
her head firmly held between her "lover's" powerful hands.  As more of his
hot substance pulsed into her mouth and throat, Sandy was faced with two
choices; suffocate or swallow.  At long last, the young girl chose the
latter.  While her step-father watched awe struck from behind the
observation window in the chamber wall, just a few feet away, the lovely
Sandy Winters, athlete and straight "A" student swallowed her first semen.
The semen of a total stranger.

   The very next morning Sandy's real training began.  She was awakened
early by her Principal and taken to the bathroom.  In the center of the
white tiled room stood a solitary, transparent, glass toilet.  As Sandy and
her Principal entered the room, several men and women of varying ages filed
in and took their seats on benches placed around the perimeter of the room.
They were there to observe Sandy's morning toilet.  This would become
routine for the young blond, but for now she had great difficulty looking
each observer in the eye as she was supposed to.  Sandy took her place,
standing beside the toilet, then as her Coach approached, she bent over,
placing her hands on her knees.  Stepping behind the young girl, her
Principal grasped the flange of her plug and slowly withdrew its eight inch
length from Sandy's rectum.  Sandy was then allowed to take a seat on the
toilet and begin her morning.

   As the urine began to trickle into the clear glass bowl, Sandy's Coach
nodded silently to one young man seated against the wall.  He was perhaps
seventeen years old.  The boy rose from his seat and crossed over to stand
beside Sandy and her Coach.  Sandy's Coach placed a hand on Sandy's bare
shoulder indicating that she should look up at the young man and smile. 
Sandy found this to be extremely difficult and humiliating.  To look into
the eyes of a boy practically her own age while she evacuated her bladder
and bowels was utterly dehumanizing for the young blond who had been so
used to having the world revolve around herself.

   While Sandy continued to urinate, her Principal took the young man aside
and whispered to him.  Sandy had finished peeing when the young man stepped
back beside her.  Sandy had been told the evening before exactly what would
be expected of her this and every morning.  Immediately she forced herself
to regain eye contact with him while she began to bear down.  This would be
her only opportunity until late this afternoon.  The first terd hit the
water with an audible "plop".  Sandy started to look away, humiliated
beyond anything she could remember.  The young man quickly placed a couple
of fingers beneath her chin.  Then, raising her face up, he gazed into her
blue eyes.  Sandy returned his stare as she was trained to do.  "Plop"
resounded around the tiled room.  Then Sandy shut her eyes and squeezed
hard.  When nothing came out, she opened her eyes again and gazed up at the
young man beside her.

   "Are you finished?" he asked.

   Sandy nodded, but did not take her eyes from his.  Without further
comment, the young man leaned over and tore a piece of tissue from the roll
on a small stand near the commode.  He then placed a hand on Sandy's right
shoulder.

   Maintaining eye contact with the young man, Sandy slid forward slightly
on the transparent toilet seat and spread her legs.  The young man then
reached behind her with a handful of tissue and proceeded to wipe Sandy's
anal opening.  Sandy continued to gaze into his eyes as he did so.  The
other observers around the room looked on impassively.  The young man
dropped the first piece of tissue into the bowl then reached for another.
He wiped Sandy's bottom once again.  Next, with another piece of tissue, he
reached his hand between Sandy's thighs and began to dab at her pussy,
working the paper between her vulva in an effort to clean her as well as
possible.  All the while, the young blond was expected to look him directly
in the eye.  This she managed to do with great difficulty.  After wiping
her thoroughly, the young man dropped the last piece of tissue into the
bowl and flushed the toilet.  He then leaned down for his "thank you" kiss.
Sandy gazed into his eyes as he leaned closer, closing hers only when his
lips met her lips.  The young man, whom Sandy had never seen before until
this very morning, kissed her once on the lips then drew back slightly
waiting while Sandy opened her mouth.  He then kissed the young teen once
more.  Slipping his tongue into Sandy's mouth, he explored the backs of her
lips and teeth.  She continued to return the young man's kiss until he was
satisfied, at which time he stood up, waiting.

   Usually this marked the end of Sandy's morning routine.  Sandy expected
to be led to the wash basin where she would brush her teeth, after which
she would be bathed.  She was looking forward to brushing this morning
since she had not been allowed to since the last of her Handlers had had
his way with her mouth yesterday afternoon.  Sandy could still taste the
musky taste of semen.  Sandy had swallowed an awful lot of semen yesterday.
As her Principal moved to her side, Sandy leaned forward to rise from the
toilet.  Instead of taking her hand and leading her to the washbasin,
however, this morning her Coach placed a restraining hand on Sandy's
shoulder indicating that she should keep her seat.  He then turned and
nodded toward another young man of about twenty while Sandy looked up at
him questioningly.  The young man rose and crossed to the toilet.  He moved
closer to Sandy.

   Sandy looked from this new young man to her Coach, then back. 
"Proceed," was all that was said.  For several moments, Sandy was at a loss
as to what was expected of her.  Then finally understanding spread across
her pretty face, followed by mild dismay.

   Several moments passed during which time the observers sat quietly
waiting as did Sandy's intended "lovers" and her Principal.  Finally, Sandy
Winters turned slightly so as to better reach the zipper of the young man
who had assisted her with her morning routine.  After having attended to a
dozen or so Handlers the day before, young Sandy was well versed in her
duties.  Expertly, she lowered the young man's zipper, then worked his
trousers down.  As she lowered his boxer shorts, his adolescent yet quite
well developed penis stood before her, waiting.  Looking up at the young
man, Sandy took his cock in one hand then kissed the tip softly.  She then
cupped his testicles with her other hand.  With the sweetest smile she
could muster, Sandy slowly stroked the young man's cock several times
before opening her mouth and allowing him to place the head onto her
slightly outstretched tongue.  While maintaining eye contact with her
"lover" Sandy closed her lips around the head of the young man's penis and
sucked gently.  Her lover gazed down at her impassively while Sandy slowly
stroked him.  After a few moments, the young girl removed her mouth from
her "lover's" penis and smiled once again.  She then rotated on the toilet
seat to face the second young man who waited patiently for his turn.

   This was not Sandy's first attempt to pleasure two men at once. 
Yesterday she had attempted a similar exercise, only to fail miserably when
one of the young men she was servicing came prematurely, shooting his load
of hot, ropey semen into Sandy's thick, blond hair.  Sandy had been
instructed that she should take the offerings of both "lovers" into her
mouth and not spill a drop of the precious fluid.  It was for this reason
that she had not been allowed to brush her teeth last night.  Her Coach
said that he wanted her not to forget the taste of semen.  That soon she
would look forward to her daily helpings.

   It was therefore up to Sandy to control the climaxes of both of the
viral young men she now attended to.  With this in mind, Sandy released the
penis of the first young man then unfastened the trousers of the second. 
Once the second man's penis was free Sandy gave him a smile then grasped
his shaft in her right hand.  Turning back to the first young man, Sandy
smiled and took hold of him in her left hand.  Then looking up at her Coach
from her seated position on the toilet, Sandy awaited his instructions.

   "Proceed," he said.  "But remember what I told you yesterday afternoon,"
he added.

   Sandy nodded obediently then turned to the first of her two "lovers". 
After making eye contact and smiling, Sandy took the head of his cock into
her mouth.  While sucking gently, Sandy began to slowly stroke the young
man.  After a minute or two, she popped his cock out of her mouth, turned
to the second man, made eye contact, then took him into her mouth in turn.
Sandy allowed her tongue to roam freely around the smooth swollen tip of
her second "lover's" cock.  The young teen, expertly stroked the young man
while sucking his cock.  After several minutes, Sandy turned her attentions
back to the first young man.  While she sucked and stroked him, she
continued to slowly stroke the cock of the other as well.  This morning,
however, Sandy was very careful to monitor the two young men's body
language.  She watched their faces while she pleasured them, looking for
signs of impending climax.  She waited for the telltale swelling of their
cocks in her mouth or hand, knowing that their offerings would soon follow.

   Finally Sandy felt the younger of her two "lovers" begin to tremble
slightly.  She knew that in order to gain favor with her Coach, she should
attempt to cause both men to cum as closely together as possible.  Sandy
therefore concentrated her oral attentions on the older of the two while
only gently squeezing the shaft of the first young man, who now appeared
very close to cumming.  Suddenly the older of the two men groaned softly.
Sandy knew this was a very good sign.  Just then, she felt her first charge
begin to tremble noticeably and felt his cock begin to swell and twitch in
her left hand.  Quickly, Sandy switched her oral stimulation from one cock
to the other.  Taking the younger of her "lovers" into her mouth, Sandy
began to bob her head rhythmically, sliding her lips up and down his shaft.
With her hand she began to softly kneed his testicles.  The young man came
quickly.  Sandy looked up into his pleasure contorted face as she swallowed
his offering.  Just as his flood appeared to be ebbing, Sandy felt the
second man's cock swell in her right hand.  Quickly, the young blond popped
one cock out of her mouth and took the second in just as the eruption
occurred.

   Sandy had only gotten out of bed an hour ago and already she had
received two loads of semen into her tummy.  As the young blond obediently
cleaned the cocks of her two "lovers" with her talented tongue, a sense of
pride filled her.  Sandy hadn't spilled a drop.

   The two young men then returned to their seats.  While the room full of
observers looked on, Sandy's Principal stepped up beside her.  "That was
much better, Miss Winters," he commented emotionlessly.  "Please stand."

   Sandy quickly stood up from the toilet then looked at her Coach.  The
man nodded silently indicating to Sandy his wishes.  Obediently, the young
teenager stepped to the side of the glass toilet.  Then she panned her gaze
from one impassive observer's face to the next.  Making eye contact with
each, Sandy smiled as sweetly as she could under the circumstances.  When
at last she had recognized each in turn, Sandy again faced her Principal.
Then while maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly leaned down and
placed her hands on her knees.  Without the need for further instruction,
Sandy locked her knees then spread her feet to shoulder width.  The young
teen then looked straight ahead at the row of observers, waiting.

   Sandy's Coach nodded his approval then motioned toward the far end of
the row of observers.  To Sandy's shock and dismay, a girl not much older
than herself stood and crossed to where Sandy stood bent over waiting. 
Sandy's Coach took the girl by the hand and moved her in front of Sandy. 
Sandy was mortified and promptly looked away.  Clearing his throat loudly,
Sandy's Principal said, "Miss Winters, I want you to meet Karen.  Beginning
this morning, Karen will be your companion for the next few weeks.  Karen,
rather than myself will assist you with your daily needs, until I say
otherwise.  Do you understand, Miss Winters?"

   Sandy found herself unable to look up at Karen due to her extreme
embarrassment.  The uncomfortable young blond continued to stare intently
at the floor, thereby breaking a cardinal rule at The Center.  While she
stood, bent at the waist, her Principal moved closer to Sandy, then without
warning he reached up under her arm and began to rub her left breast,
pressing down hard enough on the developing gland to cause a dull pain to
spread through Sandy's torso.  He then took one of Sandy's small nipples
between his index finger and thumb and started to pinch and tug at the tiny
pink nub.

   "I asked if you understand what I'm saying to you, Miss Winters," he
said cooly.  "I would like for you please to look up at Karen and
acknowledge."

   Sandy, suppressing a whimper of pain, slowly looked up at the young
woman who stood before her waiting patiently.  As Sandy had initially
suspected, Karen couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years
old herself.  "How could she stand there so impassively, while this man
hurts me?" Sandy asked herself.

   But there she stood, smiling as she returned Sandy's gaze calmly as if
nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

   Karen has quite a story herself, but I'll have to reserve that for
another time.  Karen was what one might only politely call cute.  She had a
semi-pretty face, but was a large girl.  Big boned and strong, Karen stood
almost six feet tall at age nineteen, and her sexual preference for girls
had guaranteed Karen a position on the Center's regular staff.  Karen
smiled more broadly at the distressed, blond beauty standing bent over
before her.

   Karen secretly despised girls like Sandy.  Sandy had everything that
Karen had been denied, good looks, popularity with boys, lots of friends.
As she placed her hand softly on Sandy's cheek Karen thought to herself,
"You and I are going to have lots of fun together `Blondy'." Sandy gave
Karen a pleading look as the larger girl slowly removed her hand from
Sandy's cheek then moved behind her to stand beside Sandy's Coach.  The two
conferred softly together for a moment then Karen reached for a tube of K/Y
Jelly which lay on the back of the glass toilet.  While Sandy waited in
mild discomfort, Karen squeezed a generous amount of the viscous jelly onto
her middle finger, then replaced the tube on the back of the toilet. 
Stepping up behind Sandy's shapely ass, Karen placed a hand on the blond
teenager's left hip, holding her still.  Then, without hesitation, Karen
plunged her lubricated middle finger into Sandy's rectal passage.  Caught
completely off guard, Sandy grunted loudly, her knees practically buckling
beneath her.  Karen held her tightly by her love handle while she thrust
her finger through Sandy's protesting sphincter until her knuckles met the
smooth skin of the young blond's back side.  There Karen paused, reveling
in the feeling of the young girl's anal muscles as they clamped
convulsively on her invading digit.  Thoroughly enjoying herself, Karen
proceeded to twist and flex her finger inside Sandy for several minutes
while the young blond shifted her hips and squirmed.

   "How's that feel, `Blondy'?" Karen asked coldly, leaning closer so she
could whisper in Sandy's ear.

   Sandy could only stare at the big girl in shocked disbelief.  Here was a
girl practically her own age helping this horrible training center to abuse
her.  Sandy pondered this while trying to silently endure Karen's anal
attentions.

   "You and me are gonna get to be real good friends, `Blondy'," Karen said
as she slowly rotated her probing finger, spreading the lubricant inside
Sandy.  Then standing up, Sandy's new "friend" slowly withdrew her finger
from the young blond's rectum.  Turning to Sandy's Principal, Karen
received a nod indicating she should proceed.  Turning again to the toilet
back, Karen picked up Sandy's butt plug.  Then while holding Sandy's firm
round cheeks apart with one hand, Karen pressed the hard rubber tip of the
eight inch long device against her small, puckered, anal opening which
glistened with lubricant.  With practically no effort, the larger girl
pushed the long device into Sandy with a slow, twisting motion, receiving a
soft whimper for her efforts.  When the plastic flange finally lay flat
against Sandy's ass cheeks, Karen gave the young blond a pat on the butt
and said with a chuckle, "There you go, `Blondy'.  You're all set.  You
have a nice day now, and I'll see you this evening." Smiling at Sandy's
Principal, the large girl returned to her seat.

   After receiving permission to stand up, Sandy was lead to the shower
area.  There she was bathed by two young men from the observation gallery
while the others watched.  The bathers took great care to clean Sandy very
thoroughly.  Following her bath, the observers filed out and Sandy was
escorted by her Coach to her first class of day.  Today she would be
schooled in masturbation.

   For the next several weeks, after classes, Sandy would be met by Karen.
From that point on until the next morning, Karen was in charge.  Karen was
very thorough in her instruction techniques.  By the end of her period with
Karen, young Sandy Winters was well versed in the ways of lesbian love
making.  Karen taught Sandy how to orally pleasure a female among other
things.  For many weeks the two girls slept together each night.  If the
truth be known, however, Sandy didn't get much real sleep.  Karen seemed to
have an almost insatiable appetite for sex, and Sandy was kept very busy
until the wee hours of the morning.  Karen had been given permission by
Sandy's Principal to take whatever liberties with the young blond she
chose, with one exception.  Under no circumstances was Sandy's virginity to
be disturbed.  She was to remain "intact".  Under Karen's tutelage, Sandy
received quite an education.

   Sandy awoke to find herself in Karen's arms, as was the norm these days.
The pretty, young blond tried not to stir as she lay there contemplating
her situation.  Sandy's large companion lay curled up close behind her with
her right hand cupping Sandy's left breast.  Sandy took a slow, deep
breath. A tear trickled down her cheek.  "How had this happened?" she
wondered.  One day she was a promising young student with many friends and
several boys `in tow'.  Then the next thing she knew she was trapped in
this horrible place.  The two girls lay naked on the king sized bed.  The
rumpled satin sheets were littered with every kind of sex toy imaginable,
all of which had been used on Sandy or by her the night before.  Sandy
shivered in the cool room air.  Karen moaned, stirring in her slumber.  She
squeezed Sandy's breast.  Sandy held her breath.  The young blond knew it
was too late however, when she felt her large, gay companion kiss her on
the back of her neck.  Then Karen released Sandy's small breast and allowed
her hand to move slowly down over Sandy's flat tummy, eventually to come to
rest over her pussy.  Sandy bit her lower lip as Karen kissed her on the
neck again while she slipped a finger between Sandy's vulva and began to
toy with her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive organ in small, deliberate
circles.  Sandy's day had begun.  There was no more time for idle thought.

   After making love with Karen, which took almost two hours, Sandy was
taken to the bathroom where she went through her usual morning routine. 
Following her toiletries, Sandy and Karen had a bath together, after which
Karen, with a crafty smile wished Sandy a pleasant day and departed her
company.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Neilson," said Head Master North as he entered the
observation room.

   "Good morning, Mr.  North.  It's good to see you again."

   "Miss Winters has made tremendous progress over the past few weeks.  She
has virtually ceased all resistance to handling and has even taken on a
female lover.  We are quite pleased."

   "That..  That's very nice, Mr.  North, but is she still....?"

   "Intact, Mr.  Neilson?" North said with a smile, using Neilson's term.

   "Uhh..  Yes...  Intact," Sandy's step-father agreed.

   "Indeed, she is, Mr.  Neilson, but I wish to state once again for the
record that I have grave concerns with regard to your plan of action.  I
believe it would be far better in the long run if you allow us to deflower
your step-daughter in the customary manner.  I am afraid that your
participation may come back to haunt you later on."

   "Your concerns are duly noted, Mr.  North, but I insist," Neilson said
stubbornly.

   Both men turned to face the large, one way observation window when they
saw the door on the other side of the adjacent training room open and young
Sandy Winters enter accompanied by her Principal.

   Sandy looked stunning.  Her long, blond tresses were combed and shining
and lay like a golden cape over her shoulders and down her narrow back,
ending just above her shapely bottom.  Neilson felt a stirring in his groin
as her took in his beautiful fifteen year old step-daughter, soon to be
his. Today, in deference to her impending deflowering, Sandy was adorned
with a black velvet collar.  Naked other than her collar, Sandy's lithe
young body glowed in the warm room lighting.  Her small pointed breasts
were topped with tight, little, pink nipples, erect from the air
conditioning.  Neilson's mouth started to water as his eyes locked onto the
small tuft of curly, blond hair which crowned his step-daughter's pubic
mound.  While the two men watched, Sandy was lead to a chair and instructed
to sit.  Before she did, however, Neilson noticed that Sandy was still
fitted with her butt plug.  Neilson smiled inwardly when he saw the young
teenager wince when she sat, the rubber device no doubt probing her
delicate internal tissues.

   "As I mentioned when we last spoke, Mr.  Neilson," North said, breaking
Jim Neilson's revery.  "You will be allowed to participate in Miss Winters'
deflowering, but only if you follow certain guidelines." Neilson turned to
the Head Master, a concerned expression on his face.  "We must take steps
to insure that your step-daughter does not realize who it is who is
handling her."

   "But..," Neilson began to object.

   "Please, Mr.  Neilson.  Hear me out," North said raising a hand.  "You
must realize that what you will be doing here is raping your step-daughter.
In spite of her training I can practically guarantee you that she will not
submit voluntarily to vaginal sex with you or anyone else for that matter.
It is for this reason that we usually employ the services of a trained
Handler.  A person who knows how to force himself upon a young girl without
damaging her.  Furthermore, once the deed is done, Miss Winters would never
see that person again, so no deep routed resentments can be formed by her
toward him.  If, on the other hand, Miss Winters were to realized that it
is you who is taking her, it may have serious, deleterious effects upon the
future of your relationship together.  Do I make myself clear, Mr. 
Neilson?"

   Neilson was shocked.  He had very much wanted to experience to the
fullest the taking of his haughty, young step-daughter.  He wanted to watch
Sandy's facial expression as he forced his throbbing hard cock to the hilt
in her tender cunt.  His objection must have been obvious on his face,
because as Neilson opened his mouth to reply to North's ultimatum, the Head
Master again held up a hand, silencing him in mid-syllable.

   "Before you get upset, Mr.  Neilson, let me explain my plan."

   Mollified for the moment, Neilson nodded his consent.

   "If I might direct your attention to the training room, Mr.  Neilson."
Neilson looked through the one-way glass to see that Sandy's Principal was
holding the young girl's chin up while he applied what appeared to be eye
drops to Sandy's eyes.  "What you see here, Mr.  Neilson is Miss Winters'
primary Handler applying special eye drops.  These drops will render your
young step-daughter partially blind, temporarily, of course.  She will be
able to distinguish shapes only, no details.  Miss Winters will know that
she is being taken by a man, but will be totally unable to recognize him,
unless, of course, the man divulges his identity by speaking or making any
sound which might identify him to her.  In other words, Mr.  Neilson, if
you are discrete, you should be able to have sex with your step-daughter
without jeopardizing your future relationship.  If, however, you allow her
to identify you, not only can I not vouch for your future plans with Miss
Winters, but I will have no choice but to insist that her stay with The
Center be terminated immediately.  Do you understand me, Mr.  Neilson?"

   Neilson was busy watching the proceedings in the training room on the
other side of the one-way glass.  While he watched, Sandy's Principal
finished administering the eye drops to the young teenager, then quickly
exited the room, leaving her to gaze about blinking.  In just a few
minutes, the blond beauty was practically unable to see anything other than
vague shapes and outlines.  While Neilson watched, Sandy rose from her seat
and started to feel her way around the room.  At one point, she actually
bumped into the big one-way glass, her beautiful young body only inches
from her salivating step-father.

   "Mr.  Neilson," said North.  "Do you understand the conditions of this
exercise?" he asked repeating himself.

   Neilson placed his hand on the glass over one of Sandy's small breasts
as the young teen cast her impaired gaze around to room, stunned and
confused.  His mouth was as dry as sand.  "Yes, I...  I understand,"
Neilson muttered, lost in thoughts of lust.  At that point in time, he
would have agreed to almost anything.

   "Very well then.  I will have Miss Winters transferred to another
chamber in our facility." North stepped to an intercom panel on the wall
near the door and after pressing a button, he muttered something
unintelligible into the panel speaker.  Immediately, two Handlers entered
the room on the other side of the glass.  Sandy shied away from the two men
at first, but was soon led from the room, stumbling slightly as she went.
"Please follow me, Mr.  Neilson," North said flatly.

   Jim Neilson was led into a small room in the center of which stood an
odd looking chair.  Not recognizing the device as the close relative of a
birthing chair, Neilson circled it, staring at it curiously.  The plastic,
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.  Upon
closer inspection, Neilson noted that the seat bottom was split into two
sections such that the occupant's thighs would be cradled and supported
leaving their buttox unconstrained and accessible.  Attached to the seat
were two six inch wide plastic extensions which ended in stainless steel
stirrups.  There was no doubt in Neilson's mind what they were for.  The
leg 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.  Upon a second
inspection, Neilson noticed a padded restraint band attached to a head rest
at neck level.  From what he could tell, a person could be restrained in
this device by the throat, arms and legs, rendering them totally immobile
and helpless.

   "What do you think of our `Cooperation Seat'?" North said, interrupting
Neilson's pondering.  "I assume you've guessed it's purpose."

   "I have indeed," Neilson said, turning to face his host.  "It looks like
once again, your wonderful institution has thought of everything.  When do
we get started?" Neilson was becoming very impatient.  His heart raced as
he considered what was about to occur.  He was about to fulfill a dream, to
have sex with his beautiful, young step-daughter.  To slide his cock deep
into the beautiful body of the girl who had shunned him ever since he had
married her mother.  In spite of his best efforts at seduction, Sandy had
repulsed his advances.  Now she would be his.  He would be her first.  No
one could take that away from him.  Nothing Sandy could do would ever
reverse the fact that the first cock to enter her vagina would be his. 
Regaining his wits, Neilson turned to Adam North and said, "I want this
video taped.  I want to some day be able to show my step-daughter who it
was who took her virginity today."

   After a brief pause, North replied, "Very well, Mr.  Neilson.  That can
be arranged, but I caution you not to divulge your identity to Miss Winters
until your relationship with her is very well established.  She still has
several weeks of training ahead of her before she will be malleable enough
for you to approach sexually on a regular basis."

   "I understand, Mr.  North," Neilson responded.  "Now, please, I am
anxious to begin."

   North smiled knowingly then replied, "Very well.  Please disrobe and
take a seat in that chair over there." He nodded toward a straight backed
metal chair against the far wall.  "I will say this once, Mr.  Neilson, so
listen up," North said in a commanding tone of voice.  "From this point on
it will be in your best interest to remain completely silent, before,
during and after your experience with Miss Winters.  Do I make myself
clear? If she recognizes you, all bets are off and this exercise will be
concluded."

   Resenting North's tone of voice, Neilson nodded his consent, none the
less.  He began to remove his clothes, his heart racing at an almost scary
pace.

   After acknowledging Neilson's gesture of cooperation, North turned to
leave.  Before he did, however he turned to say, "A crew will be in shortly
to set up the video equipment you've requested.  Shortly after that, your
step-daughter will be brought in and restrained in the `Cooperation Seat'.
After that, you will be left alone to have your way with her.  You may take
as long as you like.  Be advised also that she has been given the Norplant
contraceptive so you may feel free to ejaculate inside of her without fear
of unplanned impregnation.  Enjoy yourself and your step-daughter, Mr. 
Neilson.  I would like to chat with you when you are finished, please."

   "That'll be my pleasure, Mr.  North," said a grinning Jim Neilson as he
pealed his shirt over his head.  North left.  After he finished undressing,
Neilson took a seat on the chair as instructed.  Within minutes, two men
entered and set up a video camera on a tripod.  After aiming it at the
`Cooperation Seat' they gave a slightly embarrassed Neilson brief
instructions on its operation then left the room.

   Neilson sat waiting for what seemed like hours before at long last the
door on the other side of the room opened.  As the lovely, blond teenager
was escorted into the room, Neilson gasped.  Not for the last time he
thought how beautiful the fifteen year old girl really was.  Now up close
and in the same room, Sandy was breathtaking.

   Still blinded by the eye drops she'd been given, Sandy looked around the
room, not seeing Neilson who blended in with the rest of the blur.  Having
never been in this particular room before, Sandy had no idea what was in
store for her.  Unable to recognize the "Cooperation Seat" for what it was,
the young teen didn't resist when her Handlers led her to the device.  I
wasn't until they sat her down in it that Sandy began to get feelings of
foreboding.  Then when the two men began to fasten the restraint straps,
Sandy started to get really alarmed.  Knowing better than to say anything,
however, the young girl offered only passive resistance.  After a few
minutes, Sandy Winters found herself strapped to the ominous seat.  A
padded strap encircled her throat allowing her to move her head, but not to
rise from the chair.  Her arms were bound at her wrists and elbows to the
arm rests and her legs were restrained at her thighs knees and ankles. 
Sandy was unable to move much at all.  She had a very bad feeling about her
present situation.

   Soon her Handlers left the room leaving Sandy in silence.  Even though
she couldn't see clearly, Sandy sensed the presence of another person in
the room.  Sure enough, after a moment or two, a blurred form approached
her from the other side of the room.  As hard as she tried to focus her
eyes, Sandy was unable to recognize the individual who now stood directly
in front of her, not more than three feet away.  The silence was creepy. 
Then Sandy felt the person's hands on her knees.  After several weeks in
The Center, Sandy had been conditioned not to resist the advances of any
Handler.  So when the mystery person applied pressure to the insides of her
knees, spreading her legs slowly apart, Sandy allowed it.  Once her legs
were spread widely apart, the man leaned over her to adjust something on
the side of the seat.  Sandy heard a click.  When she then experimented by
trying to close her legs together, Sandy found she was unable to.  Her legs
were locked apart.  What really caused the teenager concern was that she
thought she recognized a somehow familiar scent emanating from the
individual now standing between her spread thighs.

   "Somewhere she'd smelled that scent before," the young blond thought to
herself.  Her speculation was interrupted when the man moved out from
between Sandy's legs and stepped around behind the seat out of her line of
sight.  The next thing Sandy felt was the mans hands on either side of her
face, softly stroking her cheeks.  Next the mystery man leaned around from
behind her and kissed her neck.  Then he moved his hands from her face down
to cup her breasts.  Kissing her on her neck and shoulders, the man began
to massage Sandy's small breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers
and rolling them slowly from side to side.  Sandy held very still as she'd
been taught.  After a few minutes, her mystery lover, removed his hands
from her breasts.  A moment later Sandy was leaned back as the man adjusted
the back of the chair, lowering her so that she was almost completely
reclined.  After placing a hand gently on her cheek, the man stepped around
the chair and again stood between Sandy's legs.  He then placed his hands
on Sandy's knees.  This time, he started slowly moving his hands up Sandy's
thighs until at last his thumbs made contact with her vulva.  He then
started to move his thumbs in slow deliberate circles alternately opening
and closing Sandy's pussy lips so that she could feel the chill room air on
her moist inner lips.  Then suddenly the man reached down with one hand and
quickly removed Sandy's anal plug.  The young blond shivered involuntarily
as the eight inch hard, rubber plug was withdrawn from her rectal passage.
Sandy whimpered softly as with his other hand the man began to rub her
clitoral area sending waves of electric sensations throughout her young
body.  Unable to control the natural reactions of her physiology, Sandy
felt herself begin to get warm "down there".  She started to moisten as
well.

   Much to her delight, Sandy's lover, Karen had discovered what a wet
young girl Sandy Winters could be when aroused.  To Sandy's continuing
dismay, the young teenager found that she was totally unable to control
this natural biological reaction to sexual stimulation.  As she lay
helplessly strapped to the strange seat at the mercy of an unknown Handler,
Sandy found herself becoming wetter and wetter as the man continued his
attentions.  Sandy stared with blurred vision at the ceiling over her chair
and was therefore unaware that the man had stooped down, bringing his face
between her thighs.

   Sandy had had cunnilingus performed on her before by Karen on many an
occasion, and she had been made to reciprocate, eating the larger girl's
very hairy pussy until Karen came in Sandy's face.  Recently, this had
become a regular part of Sandy's morning.  Most days, Sandy was not allowed
to wash her face after having oral sex with Karen and therefore carried the
big girl's scent on her mouth and cheeks for the rest of the day.  Today
had been different for some unknown reason, however.  Before being led to
the strange new room where she now found herself, Sandy had been bathed and
perfumed as if she were being prepared for something special.

   Neilson heard his sexy little step-daughter gasp in a breath when his
tongue first made contact with her most intimate flesh.  "God, she tasted
good!" Neilson thought as his tongue to began its exploration between
Sandy's moist labia.  As much as he was tempted to stand up and plunge his
cock into Sandy's virgin cunt, Neilson controlled himself.  Taking his
time, he reveled in the sweet perfumed scent of his step-daughter.  "She's
a wet one," Neilson thought to himself as he gently kissed Sandy's small
inner lips which glistened with a mixture of his saliva and her female
juices.  Neilson wiggled the tip of his tongue between those soft lips,
tasting the teen's tangy, salty nectar.

   Sandy struggled to remain silent as she'd been taught.  As mentioned
earlier, Sandy had been eaten before, but this was somehow different.  The
sensations which shot through the young girl as a result of her newest
lover's oral attentions were more intense.  Her hips began to move slowly,
reflexively.  Her lover's tongue continued its explorations, dipping into
areas never before visited, but which unexplainably begged to be probed. 
"Why hadn't Karen done it like this?" Sandy wondered idly.

   Then the first stinging sensation coursed through her causing Sandy's
thighs to quiver.  Forgetting herself, Sandy squealed more in surprise than
from the pain which actually was quite minimal.  She thought she heard her
mystery lover murmur something, but wasn't sure.

   "Yes, sweetheart," Neilson murmured into Sandy's pussy, forgetting
himself as well.  He felt the young teen move her hips upward, pressing
herself against his mouth.  With his thumbs, he spread Sandy's lips open
wide giving him better access to her vaginal opening.  Before proceeding,
Neilson studied Sandy.  Her inner lips were swollen and glistening with
moisture.  Between the soft flaps of dark pink skin winked her unexplored
vaginal opening, gateway to unimaginable pleasures.  Stiffening his tongue,
Neilson pressed its tip into Sandy's vagina eliciting yet another gasp from
the young teen.  Neilson then pressed his lips against Sandy's opening and
began to suckle her.  Her taste was ambrosia.  The teenager's hips now
moved in a slow regular motion, up and down in time to her step-father's
oral administrations.  From time to time, Neilson would probe the resilient
little membrane that separated Sandy from womanhood.  Each time he was
rewarded with a whimper or a gasp.  He buried his face between the young
girl's thighs and feasted, covering his cheeks, nose and chin with silky
sweet juices.  His young step-daughter was quite obviously responding to
his attentions.  In spite of herself, Sandy had become extremely wet and
swollen in her vaginal area.  Her breathing rate had markedly increased and
her pelvic motions became far more aggressive as she unconsciously sought
to follow her step-father's tongue with her sex.  Neilson suspected that
the teenager was very close to orgasm.  It was time.

   Neilson stood between his step-daughter's legs and gazed down at the
lovely, young blond.  Sandy's face and neck were flushed a deep pink.  The
insides of her thighs were glistening wet with a combination of saliva and
vaginal fluid.  Her breathing was still heavy although while he watched,
Sandy relaxed somewhat.  Neilson reluctantly tore his gaze away from Sandy
long enough to step once again behind the chair where he fidgeted with the
controls.  After a moment he was able to raise the seat back up so that
Sandy was once again in a more or less seated position, reclining only
slightly with her legs spread widely apart.  Satisfied with the chair
setting at last, Neilson moved slowly around his beautiful step-daughter,
taking in every inch of her young body, her neck, her shoulders, her small
breasts, her flat, muscular tummy, the inviting tuft of damp, blond hair
between her slim thighs.  It was time.

   Neilson stepped between Sandy's legs.  His face was not more than a foot
from that of his step-daughter.  He could smell Sandy's breath, warm on his
lips when she breathed.  He looked into her blue eyes.  Her pupils were
large and black, dilated both from the eye drops as well as from her
arousal.  Neilson could tell she was trying to focus, trying to recognize
the man who stood before her.  The young teen gasped when Neilson covered
her small breasts with his hands.  As she had been taught, Sandy looked
directly at the blurred face of the man who handled her.  Neilson took her
tiny nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinched gently.  Sandy's
eyes widened slightly, but she remained silent.

   With his right hand, Neilson reached down and grasped his manhood.  He
had never been so hard in his life.

   Not being an overly large man, Neilson was, none the less reasonably
well endowed.  He looked down at the throbbing purple head of his cock, the
head glistening with a drop of pre-cum.  His eight inch shaft was heavily
veined, but not all that big around.  "Here we go," he thought, bending his
knees slightly.  He then placed his left hand on Sandy's right cheek.  He
leaned forward and kissed her softly on her pink lips.  Sandy quickly
returned the kiss as she'd been taught, never suspecting what was about to
happen.  Leaning back so that he could get a good look at Sandy's facial
expressions, Neilson slowly brought the head of his cock up and into
contact with the soft wet inner lips of his step-daughter's pussy.

   It was a new sensation for Sandy, when something very hot and smooth
touched her down there.  Karen had touched her there with various sex toys,
vibrators and the like, but this was different.  Sandy squirmed in the
chair as her lover began to move the hot object up and down against her.

   "She's so beautiful!" Neilson thought to himself, seeing the look of
confusion and curiosity grow on Sandy's face.  She bit her lower lip.  He
slowly moved the throbbing head of his prick up and down in the hot, wet
valley between the swollen lips of his step-daughter's virgin pussy.  Soon
not only the head of his cock, but most of his fist were covered with silky
juice.  Neilson paused, pressing the head of his manhood against the gates
of heaven.  He smiled as he watched a look of surprise gradually turn to
one of mild alarm.  Neilson pushed with his knees and hips.  Sandy squealed
in shock and pain.  To Neilson, it felt like trying to force his cock into
a coke bottle.  He pushed harder.  Sandy cried out, slamming her head back
against the head rest of the chair.  She began to struggle ineffectually,
trying to move her hips, anything to stop the pain between her thighs. 
Neilson could feel the muscles tense up in Sandy's forearms when he covered
them with his big hands, trying for leverage by holding onto the chair
arms. Sandy cried out again, completely disregarding the primary rule of
The Center.

   "Easy, baby," Neilson gasped, forgetting himself once again. 
Immediately Sandy's facial expression changed to one shock and suspicion.
Neilson silently berated himself, "Had Sandy recognized him?" Then he
thought, "No matter, this ought to distract you, sweetheart." With that,
Neilson pushed up hard with his knees.

   Sandy opened her mouth in a long cry.  The pain between her thighs grew
momentarily intense, then something inside her gave way.  With a low moan,
Sandy Winters became a woman.

   The force of his thrust carried Jim Neilson's eight inch cock about half
way into the tight, young ex-virgin, at which point Sandy's vaginal muscles
clamped down on him in an involuntary spasm, halting further penetration
into her vaginal passage for the moment.  Neilson was content to simply
watch the play of expressions on his lovely step-daughter's face as they
ranged from pain to the realization of what had just occurred.  Inside the
young girl yet another symphony was playing.  This one in the form of
muscular spasms and contractions the likes of which Jim Neilson had never
before experienced.  His step-daughter was Neilson's first virgin, and
Sandy was at the moment fulfilling his every expectation.  The young teen
had a very "athletic" vagina which presently was trying to adust itself to
the invasion of Neilson's cock.  Unknowingly, Sandy had already begun the
process of fucking her step-father.

   After a few moments, Neilson moved his hips back and down, slowly
extracting himself from inside his step-daughter.  Sandy shivered in
response.  She took two rapid, shallow breaths.  Neilson, whose face was
only inches from that of his beautiful step-daughter could smell the early
scent of arousal on Sandy's breath.  That unmistakable musky smell, damp
and sensual.  As the head of his cock neared the exit to Sandy's vagina,
the young girl's muscles contracted virtually "squirting" him from inside
her.  Looking down, Neilson took his shaft in his right hand.  He began to
rub the tip up and down between Sandy's vulva, coating the head with a pink
mixture of blood and nubile female juices.  Sandy shivered in response. 
Neilson then placed the head of his cock to Sandy's entrance and pushed. 
This time he reveled to the sight of his young step-daughter's flat tummy
bulge outward in response to his rapid penetration.  Using the muscles in
both his knees and hips, Neilson forced his cock ever deeper into the
slippery tightness of Sandy's vagina.  It was a wonderful sensation as the
young girl instinctively fought the invasion of her interior with her
powerful vaginal muscles.  Sandy clamped down hard on her step-father's
cock shaft once more halting his progress.  This time, however, Neilson
planned to win.  He continued to exert pressure upward with his knees,
waiting for the moment that Sandy would have to relax her muscles.  After a
moment or two, with a quick exhale followed by a gasping breath, Sandy
relaxed her hold on him.  Neilson was able to gain another inch before she
clamped him again.  Neilson was in heaven.  He watched the expressions of
exertion fly over his step-daughter's beautiful face only inches from his
own.  Glancing down quickly, Neilson noticed Sandy was straining upward
against the restraints of the birthing seat, the nylon straps pressing into
the tops of her thighs.  The knuckles of Sandy's hands shown white as she
clenched the arms of the chair.

   "He's fucking me!" Sandy's mind screamed in protest.  "I can't see who
he is, but he's fucking me.  Oh owww!  Oh God, No!  Stop!  Oh please, stop!
Oh, ugghh!" The young girl squirmed helplessly in the restraints which
bound her to the strange chair.  Sandy tried to hold her breath.  She tried
to keep bearing down on the invading flesh which moved slowly into her, but
each time she gasped in a breath of life-giving air she lost a little more
ground.  Each time she breathed Sandy's muscles relaxed their grip, and the
stranger's penis moved relentlessly deeper and deeper.  At last she felt
the warmth of his hairy thighs as they came to rest against her bottom and
the backs of her own quivering thighs.  She heard her lover groan and felt
him flex himself inside her.  Sandy had lost.  She was taken.  Sandy made a
soft groan of her own when her blurred lover leaned forward and began to
nibble on her naked shoulder.

   "God, she's marvelous!" Neilson's mind reeled as at last his hairy
testicles pressed against the insides of his step-daughter's ass cheeks. 
The last of the resilient flesh inside his wonderful little step-daughter
moved aside and allowed him pass, his cock head coming to rest in her
deepest depths against the muscular little doughnut of Sandy's cervix. 
"She's mine!  At last, she's mine.  Oh how long I've waited for this
moment," Neilson thought.  He leaned down and kissed the lovely teen on her
shoulder and neck.  He breathed in a draft of her intoxicating female
scent. Neilson wanted to remain like this forever, his cock buried deep in
Sandy.  He flexed his cock and was rewarded with a squeeze.  He sucked on
her fragrant neck and felt her shiver in response.

   After what seemed like hours, Neilson decided to try an experimental
stroke.  He straightened his back and placed his hands over Sandy's wrists
on the chair arms.  In preparation, Neilson moved his hips slowly forward
and back a few times, working his shaft inside his step-daughter,
attempting to loosen her hold on him a bit.  The beautiful, blond teenager
gazed up at him.  The pupils of her bright, blue eyes were dilated to the
point that they looked like black pools.  The expression on Sandy's face
was worth all the money Neilson had spent to arrive at this very place. 
There was wonder and loathing, fear and pain all wrapped up in a beautiful
package for Neilson's enjoyment.  While he gazed at Sandy's face, Neilson
moved his hips back, slowly extracting himself from within her.  Sandy's
eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the headrest.  A fragrant
breath issued from the young teenager puffing out her flushed cheeks. 
Neilson glanced down to see his cock shaft, glistening with moisture,
emerge inch by inch from the confines of his step-daughter's vagina. 
Sandy's small labia were pulled outward as they clung to him.  After only a
brief pause, Neilson looked back up at Sandy's lovely face.  The young teen
lay back in the chair breathing heavily.  Neilson felt her relax slightly
inside.  With all the force he could muster, Neilson rammed his cock
upward.

   "Mmmmmuuugghhh!" Sandy groaned.  "Nnnooooooo!" she wailed aloud as her
mystery lover's cock shot upward into her tender interior.  Sandy tried to
struggle in the chair, but it was useless of course.  Before she could draw
another breath, her lover took another stroke, causing Sandy's head to rock
back into the headrest.  Sandy gasped in a breath which was promptly
knocked out of her by the next hammering thrust.

   Neilson was in the process of getting up a methodical, hammering rhythm
when unexpectedly the door to the small chamber opened and in walked a
rather large girl.  Embarrassed, Neilson halted his fucking of his
step-daughter momentarily and stared abashedly at the big girl.  None too
pretty was she, big boned and broad shouldered, but with an air of
authority, Karen stepped quickly to the side of the Cooperation Seat,
standing just out of Sandy's blurred field of vision.  Neilson opened his
mouth to speak but was promptly cut off by Karen's upraised hand.

   "Hello, Blondy," Karen said, flashing a wicked grin in Neilson's
direction.  Startled, Sandy turned her head quickly in the direction of the
familiar voice.  "The Headmaster told me you were getting fucked today,"
Karen went on matter-of-factly.  "I do wish I could have been here to see
the expression on your face when you got your cherry popped," the big girl
said with a chuckle.  "I'll bet that was a pretty sight indeed.  She's so
pretty, isn't she guy?" Karen said nodding at Neilson who tried to think of
an answer but was again interrupted.  "I know she's a wet little thing, and
I'll just bet she's tight as a cat's ass too!" Karen winked lewdly at
Neilson.  "Let's have a little kiss, Blondy," the big girl said.  Placing a
hand on Sandy's cheek, Karen leaned around the seat back and planted her
mouth firmly over Sandy's.

   Neilson looked on in amazement, almost forgetting the fact that he still
had his cock buried to the hilt in his step-daughter.  Karen kissed Sandy
long and hard right there, just inches in front of him, the big girl's jaw
muscles working furiously as she explored Sandy's mouth with her tongue. 
Sandy didn't seem to resist in the slightest.  In fact, Neilson felt the
teen relax a little, so conditioned was she to Karen's touch.

   After several long minutes, Karen pulled her mouth away from Sandy's
with an audible "smack".  Then turning to Neilson, she said, "OK, guy.  Go
ahead and fuck her.  Don't let me stop you two love birds.  You want him to
fuck you, don't you Blondy?" Karen cooed in Sandy's left ear.  When the
young blond didn't respond, Karen said again, "Don't you, Blondy!  Go
ahead. I give you permission to answer.  Tell the man how much you want him
to fuck you."

   Sandy looked from the blur she knew to be Karen to the blur standing
between her thighs, the blur connected to the rock hard cock in her belly,
then back toward Karen.  Shaking her head and whimpering, Sandy felt
totally helpless.  "Tell him, Blondy," Karen said in a much more commanding
voice.  Placing her hand over Sandy's left breast, the big girl began to
squeeze the tender organ.

   Groaning from the dull ache that spread through her chest and tummy,
Sandy turned back to her mystery lover.  "Fuck me," she whispered.

   "What?  I didn't hear you, Blondy.  Did you hear her guy?" Karen grinned
at Neilson who stood dumbfounded.  "I don't think he heard you either,
Blondy.  What was it you said?"

   Sandy, looking totally crushed and humiliated, surrendered, and in as
emotionless a tone of voice as she could muster said flatly, "I want you to
fuck me."

   "Say please," Karen cooed from over Sandy's shoulder and look at him
when you ask.  She pinched Sandy's nipple.

   "Please, fuck me," Sandy said after a long pause, staring directly at
the blurred image which stood between her legs.

   Jim Neilson couldn't believe what he was hearing.  It was like music. 
His beautiful, fifteen year old step-daughter had just "asked" him to fuck
her.  Neilson gulped then looked at the large girl standing beside Sandy's
chair.  Karen simply smiled then nodded.  Neilson had never had sex with
someone while another person watched.  The experience, although a bit
embarrassing, was somehow extremely erotic.  And given the circumstances of
just who it was that he was fucking, Neilson thought he could probably get
used to an audience.  Squaring his shoulders, he gazed at his
step-daughter's lovely face and got down to business.

   Jim gave up on his initial hammering thrusts intended to impress the
young girl in favor of a slower, more measured tempo.  He wanted Sandy to
feel every inch of him.  Neilson could feel the rippling spasms of young
Sandy's vaginal muscles as the head of his cock traveled from one end of
her birth canal to the other then back in long even strokes.  At first
Sandy's eyes sprang open wide and staring as she experienced the new
sensations of a male organ inside her.  Then after a few minutes, the young
teenager resigned herself to her fate.  Her breathing took on the same
rhythm as that of her lover's thrusts.  Sandy's blue eyes gradually became
almost glazed then slowly closed as her head fell back against the headrest
of the Cooperation Seat.  Sandy's mouth opened and her breaths became short
pants.  At one point Neilson leaned forward and covered the young girl's
mouth with his own, kissing her deeply.  Almost unconsciously Sandy
returned his kisses.  Then Neilson leaned back again to watch the show.

   Glancing downward he took in his step-daughter's lovely body once again.
Her neck and chest were now flushed a bright shade of pink.  Sandy's flat,
muscular tummy bulged outward with each of his traverses into her.  Further
down, Neilson noted that Sandy's blond tuft of pubic curls had become damp
and matted, the hairs glistening with moisture.  Her inner thighs were
likewise coated with perspiration and vaginal fluids.  When Neilson
withdrew his cock from the confines of Sandy's pussy, its shaft was heavily
coated with silky, milky fluid.  Neilson could feel hot juices begin to run
down the sides of his scrotum and drip onto the floor beneath the
Cooperation Seat.

   Neilson increased his tempo.  At first Sandy's only reaction was to roll
her head slowly from side to side as much as the throat restraint of the
chair would allow.  Then as Neilson continued to increase both his pace and
the force with which he delivered himself to her, Sandy opened her eyes. 
Even had she been able to see clearly it is doubtful that Sandy would have
rejected her lover at this point in time.  The beautiful, blond girl stared
virtually sightlessly at her lover.  What Jim Neilson saw upon his
step-daughter's face was that "inward gaze" that graces a woman when she
begins to focus everything on her womb.  It is the beginning stage of
induced orgasm.

   Sandy's mind reeled.  She had long since given up trying to struggle or
to prevent the inevitable, but since this was her first time, the teenager
really didn't know what to expect.

   Sandy and her young friends had looked at a few "girly" magazines
before, and she had read a few articles in "Cosmo", but other than that,
Sandy Winters had lead a protected existence.  Now her virginity was taken.
She found herself helplessly strapped down while a stranger's penis moved
relentlessly in and out..  in and out..  in and out.

   Sandy began to fade.  She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall
back against the headrest of the chair.  As her lover's rhythm continued
unabated, a warmth began to spread through Sandy's tummy and thighs,
creeping slowly down her legs and up her torso until she felt as if she
were glowing.  Up until a few weeks ago, Sandy had never experienced
orgasm, and even after several sessions with her companion, Karen, the
beginning stages were unfamiliar to the young girl.  Sandy drifted in a
warm, wet space, her belly alternately filled and emptied.  Her internal
muscles flowed with the slow rhythm of his love making.

   Then, unexpectedly, her lover thrust deeply into her, causing Sandy's
eyes to fly open wide.  The blurred image of her lover began to move
faster. As he did, the pressure in her tummy increased dramatically.  As
Sandy stared up at the man, she began to hear wet, slapping sounds coming
from between her legs.  It was air trapped in her vagina ahead of her
lover's penis being forcibly ejected from her around his pistoning shaft.
"Pussy farts", Sandy would later be told.  At the moment, however, these
sounds were not of paramount importance to the young blond.  What was
important was the increasing sensations of heat within her.  In particular
between her thighs.  Sandy's blurred vision became laced with swimming
white hot spots.  She found herself breathing in rapid pants, her mouth
wide open.  Suddenly her lover began to kiss her.  Mindlessly Sandy kissed
back, allowing his tongue to dance with hers before sucking greedily at his
mouth.  When he withdrew, Sandy practically slammed her head back.  She
clutched at the chair arms.  The fifteen year old girl was unknowingly
ramping up to a climax of marvelous proportions.

   Neilson grabbed the young teen by her narrow waist.  He then put
everything he had into his fucking.  The room resounded with the wet sounds
of love.  Neilson noticed the big companion of Sandy's lean close to her
ear and whisper something, but he was far to engrossed in fucking his
step-daughter to care what she might be saying.

   "How's that cock feel, Blondy?" Karen whispered into Sandy's ear.  She
could smell the steamy scent of sex boil off the young teen.  "Is it big?
Is it hard?  Does it hurt?"

   "Ahhhhhh," Sandy groaned, mindlessly.

   "That's right, baby.  Fuck that big cock," Karen whispered.  "Squeeze
that cock, Blondy." She then reached down between Sandy's thighs and began
to swirl her finger over the young girl's fully erect clitoris.  A tremor
passed through Sandy.  "I want you to cum for me now, Blondy.  Cum for me,
just like I taught ya."

   "Nnnggggg," Sandy moaned rolling her head away then back.

   Karen increased the tempo of her clitoral stimulations.  Sandy's eyes
opened wide and staring sightlessly.  Her head shot forward in the
restraint practically strangling her.  "That's my hot little girl.  Cum for
the nice man."

   When Neilson first detected the beginning spasms in Sandy's vagina he
started fucking her like a demon.  The head of his cock rammed deep into
the young teen with each stroke, hammering at Sandy's moist, tender depths.
He barely noticed when the big girl beside them put her hand down between
Sandy's legs.  Suddenly Sandy clutched him once, then again.  The athletic
little blond arched her back away from the seat, her tummy practically
touching his.  Neilson changed his angle of attack to compensate for his
step-daughter's new vaginal angle, then with all his remaining strength he
thrust his cock upward into her.  Neilson thought surely the Cooperation
Seat would tear loose from the floor due to the power of his thrust.

   In response, Sandy's little bottom came up off the fiberglass cradles
beneath her thighs as far as the restraining straps would allow.  She was
virtually suspended on her step-father's cock.  Karen quickly removed her
hand from between Sandy's sweaty thighs then reached up under the chair
seat.  With practiced ease and a pre-lubricated finger, Karen penetrated
Sandy's puckered anus.  Overcoming Sandy's protesting sphincter muscles,
Karen pushed her finger deeply into the young teenager just before all hell
broke loose inside of her.

   Sandy caught her step-father in mid-stroke, clamping down on him in a
soft steely grip.  Neilson thought his cock would be torn out by the roots.
As the first of Sandy's orgasmic contractions eased, Neilson pushed deeply
into the lovely, young girl and held position.  From that point on, Sandy
did all the fucking.

   Fire leapt through Sandy's mind and body.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... 
Gdddddddd!" she cried aloud.  Later she would be punished for her outburst.
Her climax came upon her like a tsunami following Karen's helpful anal
attentions.  Sandy's mind turned inward to the finger in her ass and the
throbbing cock in her belly.  The rest of her body tingled and sizzled. 
Another wave washed over her.  Her vaginal muscles instinctively squeezed
and milked the penis inside her.  Her rectal muscles did the same as her
companion twisted and flexed her finger.  Sandy heard Karen whisper "Cum
for me Blondy." over and over like a reverberation chamber.

   Suddenly, a new sound crept into Sandy's consciousness.  A low gurgling
moan.  Deep inside, Sandy felt a strange swelling occur.  Then without
warning, she felt her lover's hands clutch at her hips, followed by an
entirely new sensation.  An odd pulsing heat erupted inside Sandy followed
by a sort of "filling" warmth.  In her dull witted state of mind, Sandy
absent-mindedly pondered this new feeling only briefly before yet another
orgasmic wave of her own washed over her, carrying Sandy to "Never Never
Land".

   It was all Neilson could do to control himself.  He had never in all of
his somewhat limited experience with women felt vaginal contractions of
such magnitude.  In seconds his young step-daughter caused him to reach
climax.  Neilson struggled to remain silent as the fire spread through his
loins.  He held back, allowing Sandy to draw his cum from him.  And that
she did.  Jim Neilson felt his testicles swell then "groan" as a veritable
torrent of hot semen surged into his step-daughter.  Out of the corner of
his eye he noticed that the big girl beside the chair was now fumbling
beneath the seat.  What she was doing, he cared not.  He thought he heard
her muttering "Cum for me," again and again, but he cared not.  All Jim
Neilson cared about was forcing his cock as deeply as possible into the
vaginal passage of his fifteen year old step-daughter, and delivering to
her a load of cum that she would not soon forget.

   Neilson heard Sandy cry out when his first salvo hit the back of her
birth canal.  Regaining his wits he started to deliver short rapid thrusts
to the climaxing teen, quick-fucking her into yet another orgasm, and
causing Sandy to make wide-eyed hiccuping sounds.  Jim reveled in the
feeling of back pressure in Sandy's vagina as his second volley spurted
into her.  The young girl was so tight that so far, none of his cum had
managed to escaped the confines of her vagina.  As he continued his short,
rapid thrusts, however, Jim felt what was a mixture of both his and his
step-daughter's love juices begin to seep from around his hammering cock
and run down his testicles and inner thighs.  Sandy Winters had indeed been
filled.

   The short jabs jolted Sandy back to some semblance of consciousness. 
Although any degree of coherent thought escaped her, Sandy could sense that
her current sexual episode was drawing to a close.  Slowly a feeling of
bliss spread over the young teenager, gradually overcoming the fire and
thrusting pressure in her tummy.  Sandy allowed herself to bounce wistfully
in the Cooperation Seat, propelled upward by the rapid but slowly ebbing
thrusts of her lover's penis.

   Then Karen's cold, contemptuous voice cut into Sandy's warm world. 
"That was real nice, Blondy," the big girl said aloud this time.  "I'd say
you made the man real happy." Karen winked at Jim Neilson who was presently
leaning heavily on his hands on the arms of the chair, his cock slowly
wilting from within his step-daughter.  "I think your first fucking was a
big success.  I'm just glad I was here to help out." Karen chuckled then
wiggled her finger inside Sandy's rectum, before slowing pulling out of
her. "Here, clean my finger, please." Karen held her smelly finger up to
Sandy's lips.  The young girl obediently opened her mouth.  Taking Karen's
finger in, Sandy tasted the bitter taste of her feces upon it.  While Sandy
suckled her finger, Karen continued, "Well, Blondy.  Now that you're a
woman we can play some fun new games." Sandy glanced sideways at the big
girl.  "That's right, Karen's got lots of new toys to show you, Blondy.  If
you have the chance this afternoon, you might wanna take a little nap. 
I've got a big night planned for us." Karen removed her finger from Sandy's
mouth.

   Neilson had, in the meantime, extracted himself from Sandy and stepped
back from the young girl.  He stood slack jawed listening to what the big
companion of Sandy's was saying.  His step-daughter's training would go on.
Neilson smiled.  He was a happy and satisfied man.

   Reaching her hand down between Sandy's thighs, Karen effortlessly
slipped her middle finger into Sandy's vagina, a place she had been
forbidden to visit before now.  Sandy inhaled a quick gasp and stared at
Karen, disbelief and confusion on her pretty face.  When Sandy turned her
way, Karen took advantage of the situation and leaned down for a kiss.  As
she brought her mouth close to Sandy's, the lovely blond parted her lips
and accepted Karen's tongue into her mouth.

   Neilson watched astounded as the two girls kissed, the big girl's finger
moving slowly in and out of his step-daughter's vaginal opening.  Karen
reveled in the feeling of the soft, moist and swollen tissues inside her
young charge.  "Tonight would be magical," the big lesbian mused as she
slowly finger fucked the helpless blond strapped in the Cooperation Seat.
Karen explored the interior of Sandy's mouth for several minutes with her
tongue while she continued her manual attentions between Sandy's thighs. 
When at one point, Karen slipped her finger from inside Sandy to find her
small but swollen clitoris, she felt a tremor pass through the little
blond. "Oh, yes.  Tonight will be magical!" Before ending her handling of
young Sandy Winters, ex-virgin, Karen cupped the teenager's full and damp
pussy in her big hand.  She pulled her mouth from Sandy's and began to give
her short "pecks" on her lips causing Sandy to respond in kind while she
squeezed and rubbed her freshly fucked sex.

   Although Karen's attentions were not altogether unpleasant, Sandy
experienced the usual feelings of confusion always associated with her love
making with Karen.  Sandy put those feelings aside for the present and
concentrated on kissing her companion as she was expected to do.  Her
mystery lover had faded into the background, never to be seen by her again,
or at least as far as Sandy knew.  When at last Karen had satisfied
herself, she stood and quickly left the chamber.  Sandy Winters sat alone
in the strange chair in the center of the room.  Semen continued to drip
from her, forming a clear puddle on the tile floor beneath her seat. 
Sandy's first day as a woman had begun.

   Sandy's lover reached around her torso and took her breasts in his large
hands.  As he began to kneed the two small but shapely organs he pulled
Sandy up into a standing position.  His enormous cock remained buried deep
inside her, causing tremendous pressure and a good bit of pain inside the
young girl's belly.

   Sandy had only been allowed to rest for brief period of time following
her deflowering earlier this morning, and now here she was, being fucked
for the second time in her short life by another complete stranger. 
Although every sexual position was new to her, Sandy quickly realized that
being taken from behind could be the most painful given the amount of
penetration that was possible.  That coupled with the fact that this
Handler was huge, led to the outburst of audible grunts and groans that
Sandy had made early in this session.

   Sandy gasped as her lover stood up straight.  The man had to be six and
a half feet tall.  The effect of his standing upright caused Sandy's feet
to actually leave the floor.  Before the young blond knew what was
happening she found herself hanging in the air impaled on a penis of
enormous length and girth.  Sandy's next punishable outburst was a staccato
groan mixed with several hiccuping gasps as her lover began to quick-fuck
her.  The pain was mind numbing.  Sandy's arms and legs hung limp, jerking
convulsively to the big man's humping rhythm.  Her current lover held Sandy
by her tender breasts and bounced her on his monster organ for several
minutes.

   Sandy's head Coach sat a few feet away watching impassively as the young
blond was fucked senseless by the big Handler.

   Deke, his name was.  Deke was usually chosen as the second lover for a
recently deflowered client.  His physical endowment and sexual stamina were
useful in teaching a girl what the human male organ was truly capable of.
It could be the giver of immense pleasure or tremendous pain.

   Sandy's Principal looked on as his young charge's eyes began to glaze
over.  He silently made a few notes on his pad.

   Minutes turned into hours and hours became an eternity for Sandy Winters
as her abdominal organs were rearranged by the pile driver in her belly. 
When Sandy at last lost consciousness, her entire being was centered around
the massive penis inside of her.  For Sandy Winters the universe was two
inches in diameter and thirteen inches long.

   When Sandy regained consciousness it was late afternoon.  She had been
sedated just shortly after she passed out as a result of Deke's attentions.
Disoriented at first, Sandy stared blankly from the big bed she lay in. 
Slowly she began to make sense of her surroundings as the familiar
furnishings of the room she shared with her companion, Karen swam into
view. After a minute or two the dull ache in her belly began to come into
focus.

   "Mmmm," Sandy moaned.  She stirred slightly.  She lay on her left side.
The dull pain radiated lower.  Slowly Sandy reached a hand down exploring
gently between her legs and the source of the pain.  What the teenager
found there was a damp cloth tucked against her sex.  When Sandy pressed
lightly on the cloth, pain shot through her abdomen.  "Ohhh!" Sandy cried
softly.  The memories of her earlier experiences began to flood home.

   "Well, look who's awake at last." an all too familiar voice spoke from
behind Sandy.  "I thought you were going to sleep all day, Blondy."

   Sandy felt the mattress compress as the big lesbian climbed onto the bed
behind her.  Closing her eyes, Sandy awaited the inevitable.  Soon Sandy
felt Karen's hot breath against her right ear, followed by some soft
nibbles.  This was how it always began.  Karen's idea of foreplay was a few
nibbles on the ear followed by some very brief fondling.  The big girl
reached over Sandy from behind and cupped her right breast.  Sandy
shivered.

   "My, my, but we've had a busy day today.  Haven't we, Blondy," Karen
cooed as she nestled up close behind her young blond captive.  The big girl
began to pinch Sandy's nipple.  "That's my girl," Karen chuckled, feeling
the soft nub begin to harden under her expert touch.  After toying with
Sandy's tits for awhile, Karen began to explore further down.  As she
nibbled at Sandy's shoulder and the side of her neck, Karen's hand traveled
down Sandy's flank over her shapely hip then back to squeeze and kneed the
firm flesh of Sandy's right buttock.  It wasn't until Karen's fingers began
to tickle up and down Sandy's ass crack that the young blond realized she
wasn't fitted with her butt plug for the first time in weeks.  Her empty
anal passage was soon filled, however, by one and then two of Karen's
probing fingers causing a dull pain to spread up Sandy's lower back and
down the backs of her thighs.

   Karen made no comment, but continued to probe and nibble.  Sandy moaned
softly in response.  Karen at least was more lenient when it came to Sandy
making sounds while being administered to.  In fact, Sandy believe that the
big lesbian teenager actually enjoyed hearing acknowledgment of her
attentions from time to time.  After a few minutes Karen removed her
fingers from Sandy's rear and brought them up to the young blond's mouth
for cleaning.  After Sandy finished with this duty, she found herself being
rolled gently but irresistibly onto her back by her much stronger
companion. Karen, propped up on an elbow, smiled down on Sandy from her
position beside her young charge.  Without a word, the big girl leaned
slowly down, opening her mouth as she went.  Sandy, in response parted her
lips as their mouths met, allowing Karen access.  The big girl kissed her
deeply for quite sometime, while with her left hand, she squeezed and
fondled Sandy's breasts.  Sandy, in compliance with her training, took one
of Karen's large tits in her small hand and began to rub, pinching the
nipple from time to time.

   Sandy hated these encounters with Karen.  Besides the fact that Sandy
still derived no real pleasure from same sex acts, Karen in particular was
very unpleasant to be with.  The big girl usually had very bad breath.  Her
breasts were large and floppy and had small hairs around the perimeter of
the areola.  Karen's thighs were meaty and muscular, and on the occasions
where Sandy was expected to orally please the big dike, she would find
herself practically suffocating between large hairy thighs and full wet
vulva covered with coarse matted dark pubic hair.  In Karen's defense,
though, she was usually reasonably gentle with Sandy.  This was not always
the case with some of her Handlers.

   This day was no exception.  While the big lesbian kissed the young
blond, her hand began its trip "south".  Karen rubbed Sandy's flat tummy
for several minutes, paying particular attention to the area over her
uterus.  This massage actually felt pretty good to the young teen whose
insides were still rather sore.  When at last Karen moved her hand down to
cup Sandy's pussy after removing the towel, the young blond had begun to
relax and "go with the flow", albeit reluctantly as always.

   Sandy moaned softly into Karen's mouth when her companion slipped a
finger between her vulva.  Karen quickly removed the finger and continued
to rub and squeeze the full, resilient flesh between her little blond's
thighs.  Karen removed her mouth from Sandy's and whispered, "Hush, now
little one.  I know you're sore down there.  Deke has a way with girls
doesn't he.  You just relax and let Karen get you nice and wet before we go
any farther."

   Sandy started to shake her head, but Karen quickly brought her hand up
and held her by the chin.  Then before Sandy could object, which would have
meant serious trouble, her big companion clamped her mouth back over hers
cutting off any chance for conversation.  Sandy allowed the big girl's
tongue to roam unhindered around the interior of her mouth.  She closed her
eyes so she wouldn't have to look at Karen who was in the habit of staring
at Sandy while she handled her.  Karen returned her hand to Sandy's pussy
and started rubbing and squeezing again.  Occasionally Sandy felt Karen dip
just the tip of a finger between her pussy lips, testing for moisture. 
Sandy knew full well that it would not be long before her anatomy betrayed
her as it always did.

   In just a very few minutes in fact, Karen raised her head.  Sandy opened
her eyes to see the big girl smiling down at her.  "That's my girl," Karen
cooed.  "I just love the way you get all wet for me, Blondy." With that,
Karen slipped her long middle finger between the closed lips of Sandy's
pussy.  The process was almost effortless, since the young blond had indeed
become swollen and wet with silky vaginal fluid.

   "Oww!" Sandy gasped, when Karen's exploring digit pressed against her
vaginal opening.  Sandy stared up at her Handler, her blue eyes wide and
pleading.

   "I know.  It hurts a little.  I understand Deke was none too gentle with
my little girl," Karen said as she swirled her finger tip over Sandy's
clitoris, then back to her opening.  "But you see, Blondy, I've been
waiting for such a long time to get inside that tight little pussy of
yours. The problem has been that the Headmaster wouldn't allow it.  Until
now." Without warning, Karen plunged her middle finger into Sandy.  The big
girl smiled broadly at the startled expression of pain on Sandy's face. 
"Oh yeah, Blondy!  You are a tight little thing!" Karen chuckled.

   Sandy winched and whimpered softly as Karen began to explore her
interior with her finger.  Fortunately Sandy was by now quite adequately
lubricated.  Karen quickly brought another finger into action, finger
fucking Sandy with her two middle fingers, the big girl said, "Now Blondy,
you're going to have to learn to cooperate a little more.  Tomorrow morning
you begin your vaginal control sessions.  From this point on, my sweet
little girl is going to be entertaining a number of gentlemen on a daily
basis.  I suggest we begin right now with your training." Karen pushed her
fingers deeply into Sandy, causing the young teen to moan.  "That's it,
sweetheart.  You know it's OK for you to make a few sounds with Karen
around, but you'd better get control of yourself by tomorrow.  Your
Principal won't look favorably on you if your noisy." She continued to move
her two fingers in and out of Sandy, slowly.

   Sandy at first experienced sharp pain associated with Karen's
penetration.  Her vagina was still raw from Deke's attentions, but slowly
as she juiced up more, the chafing pain subsided to a tolerable state. 
Sandy despised the big dike for her part in her torment, but listened none
the less to Karen's tutoring.

   "Now, Blondy, I want you to squeeze my fingers," Karen coached after
pushing her fingers deeply into Sandy again.  "Oh, come on, Blondy.  You
can do better than that.  An athletic young thing like you."

   Perspiration broke out on Sandy's brow as she sought to bear down on
Karen's probing fingers with her vaginal muscles.

   "That's better, Blondy.  Now keep squeezing while I pull my fingers
out."

   Sandy did as she was told, clamping down as hard as she could while
Karen slowly extracted her fingers from Sandy's vagina.

   "Very good.  Now relax," Karen instructed.  When she saw Sandy's
abdominal muscles relax, Karen pushed her two fingers back into her young
charge.  "OK, good.  Now squeeze.  Good." Karen slowly pulled her fingers
out.  "Relax.  Good.  Now squeeze.  Excellent!"

   Sandy's first session at vaginal muscle control went on for an hour or
so.  After which Karen had Sandy perform cunnilingus on her.  Dinner was
served in their room.  Before going to sleep, Sandy was fitted with a
vibrating dildo in her vagina in addition to her anal plug.  The young
blond eventually drifted off into a somewhat fitful sleep, fully loaded.

   Unbeknownst to Sandy, the next morning marked the beginning of her final
week at The Center, and a busy week it was going to be.  Following her
usual morning toiletry routine, Sandy was scheduled to be fucked by one of
the members of the observation panel.

   A wrestling type mat was brought out and a `volunteer' was chosen from
the panel.  Much to Sandy's dismay, she immediately recognized the young
man who stepped forward.  It was John Berman.  John was considered by most
of the girls Sandy's age to be the school dork.  He was a class behind
Sandy at school, and she thought he was only thirteen or fourteen years
old. Sandy remembered distinctly the time the bashful young man had
attempted to ask her out on a date.  Sandy had been quite cruel.  In front
of several of her friends, she had rejected John then ridiculed him, asking
him just who he thought he was to even think about asking to go out with
her.  The entire affair had been ugly.  John Berman had run from the group
of haughty teenage girls, a crushed individual.

   Now the tables were about to turn.  John grinned his usual goofy,
sheepish grin as he approached Sandy and her Coach.

   "How would you like her, son," Sandy's Principal asked John Berman.

   "I...I dunno," the young man answered.

   "Very well then, I'll decide.  I think we will begin with a rear entry.
Miss Winters get on your hands and knees and face the audience."

   Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of
objecting did as she was told.

   "Go ahead, son.  She's all yours.  Let's see what you can do for her. 
Miss Winters, I want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover
enters you."

   While John Berman knelt on the wresting mat behind her, Sandy turned and
looked back at him as directed.  Berman was at a bit of a loss at first but
soon Sandy watched in horror as the young man took his growing penis in his
right hand.  Placing his left hand on her hip, he guided the head of his
cock to her vaginal entrance.  Sandy's eyes widened slightly and she
inhaled a quick breath when she felt the hot tip of John Berman's prick
touch her tender flesh.  Then with one deliberate but unpracticed thrust,
the "school dork" was in her.  Sandy shivered and began to look away.

   "Continue to look at him, Miss Winters," her Coach commanded.  "Until I
tell you otherwise.  Go ahead, son.  Fuck her," he urged young John Berman.

   At last John Berman came out of his shell.  For the next few minutes he
fucked Sandy hard.  From time to time he would laugh and talk dirty to her,
asking her how it felt to have him fuck her after the way she had treated
him.

   Sandy was utterly mortified by the experience.  After awhile, her
Principal had allowed her to look away from her lover and face the audience
which wasn't a whole lot better.  "Arch your back, Miss Winters.  Make it
good for him," she was told by her Principal.  Sandy complied.  John Berman
had also been told before hand about using Sandy's anal plug to his
advantage.  The young man now took great joy in slapping the hard rubber
device with the back of his hand from time to time, causing Sandy to grunt
nicely.

   The fucking didn't go on for long, nor was John Berman overly well
endowed.  However, when at last the young man cried out and dumped his load
into Sandy, it was one of the most ego shattering experiences the young
blond would remember from her time at The Youth Training Center.  The
Center thought of everything.

   Later that morning after a bath and douche with Karen, Sandy found
herself in her first Vaginal Control Session.  The young blond had been
ushered into a classroom like area complete with several desks.  All were
unoccupied at present.  At the front of the room was a lectern and a large
television monitor.  As Sandy stood waiting with Karen at her side, several
other young girls of varying ages were led into the room by their Handlers
or companions.  This was the first time Sandy had seen another client at
The Center.  Karen had told her before hand that she was to neither make
eye contact with nor talk to another client.  The other young ladies must
have received similar instructions for they all stood naked with their eyes
downcast.  Soon a man walked in and strode to the front of the room.

   "Good morning, ladies," he said tersely.  "You are here today to learn
to control the muscles of your vagina so that you may provide a more
pleasurable experience for your lover or lovers.  You will attend these
sessions each morning this week.  At the end of the week you will be
tested. We expect as always that you will pay close attention and follow
instructions explicitly." A whimper from somewhere behind Sandy was
followed by an electric sounding "zap" and a grunt.  Then silence.  "Very
well then," the man continued after a brief pause.  "Handlers, you may
leave."

   Seven nubile, young women were left in the classroom.  It was sometime
around then that Sandy first noticed that there were no chairs in front of
the desks.  "Odd," she thought idly.  As if in answer to her question, the
door at the back of the room opened and in rolled a low gurney pushed by a
man in his mid-twenties.  Behind him came another, then another.  At last,
a gurney and an attendant stood waiting behind each desk in the classroom.

   "Gentlemen, you may assume your positions," the instructor said flatly.

   While Sandy and the other clients look on, the men removed their
trousers and underwear then lay down on their backs on the gurneys.  While
Sandy watched, the men began to stroke themselves, causing their penises to
become erect.  Sandy also noticed that all of these young men were very
well endowed.  Sandy and the other girls stole nervous glances at each
other while the instructor glanced around the room briefly.

   "I believe all is in readiness," he said at last.  "Ladies, you may each
take a seat on a Handler.  I will give you two minutes to prepare
yourselves anatomically." He glanced at his wrist watch.  "After that time,
I expect each of you to mount your respective Handler.  I will then come
around to inspect.  You may begin."

   A couple of the young clients seemed confused, but Sandy knew exactly
what was expected of her.  Quickly she stepped over to the Handler nearest
her.  While the stranger looked up at her from the low gurney, Sandy began
to masturbate, attempting to get herself as wet as possible in the small
amount of time allotted.

   "OK, ladies, mount up," came the command from the front of the room. 
"Settle yourselves so that you are facing the front of the room.  That
means that your rear ends should be facing your Handler's head."

   Sandy stepped carefully across the low gurney, straddling the man's hips
in the process.  He continued to stroke himself, keeping himself hard for
her until Sandy was ready.  He really was big.  Not as big as Deke, but
more than enough to fill the vagina of a fifteen year old.  As Sandy slowly
lowered herself onto him, the Handler obliged her by holding himself up for
her.

   A chorus of gasps and soft moans could be heard around the class room as
seven young ladies of varying ages lowered themselves onto their Handlers.
A soft squeal and two farts later, the room again fell silent.  After a
pause, the instructor said, "Very well then, now that we are all seated, we
shall begin.  What I expect you ladies to do over the course of the next
two hours is to keep the man inside you erect using only your vaginal
muscles.  While you are working, I will show you some videos on the female
anatomy as well as some interesting footage from some of your early
training.  I think all of you will find it interesting to see how some of
your associates have taken to their individual training routines."

   Sandy squirmed uncomfortably.  The man's big cock was lodged deeply
inside of her.  The gurney was just the right height that if she could
manage another inch or so of cock, Sandy would be seated at the perfect
height behind the desk in front of her.  Sandy heard the man beneath her
groan softly as she rocked her hips slowly, attempting to adjust herself on
him.  Another inch of cock worked its way into her interior.  Sandy felt
the man's hairy testicles press against her pussy lips just below her
clitoris.  Her firm little butt was seated on his lower belly.

   While Sandy was settling herself, the instructor began his inspection
tour of the room.  He continued his lecture while he strolled.  "Also
ladies, points will be deducted should your Handler reach orgasm.  The
object of this exercise then is to teach you control.  You must be able to
keep a man hard, but not cause him to cum before he is ready.  That's very
good Miss Anderson," he said to one young teen across the room from Sandy.
When at last he arrived at Sandy's desk, he looked carefully between
Sandy's legs, checking to see that she was fully "involved".  He then
reached a hand beneath Sandy's butt.  Feeling her anal plug, he said, "Miss
Winters, please raise up a bit." Sandy obeyed allowing the man access to
extract her anal plug.  This was something that until now only her
Principal and Karen had been allowed to do.  "I don't think we will be
needing this for this morning's routine." The instructor placed the plug on
the desk then told Sandy to lower herself back onto her Handler.

   Just then from the other side of the room, a long, low groan could be
heard.  One of the Handlers had cum.  Quickly the instructor walked in the
direction of a stocky, dark headed girl who sat astride her handle with a
sheepish expression on her pretty face.

   "This demonstrates a complete lack of concentration, Miss Avery," the
instructor reprimanded the teenager.  "But since this is your first day in
vaginal control, we will be lenient." He stepped over to an intercom on the
wall near the door and spoke a few words into the unit.  Several minutes
later the door to the room opened and another Handler entered.  He was
given directions by the instructor and soon lay beneath the girl named Pam
Avery.  "Alright class.  Let's continue then, shall we."

   After checking out the rest of the clients, the vaginal control
instructor walked back to the front of the class room.  He looked back at
his class noticing varying degrees of discomfort or effort on the faces of
his young clients.

   Sandy sat for several moments afraid to move after what had just
happened with the Avery girl.  From time to time she could feel her Handler
flex himself inside her.  Her natural instinct was to return his flex with
a squeeze.  This was exactly the wrong thing to do she soon discovered. 
This tended to set up a chain of action and reaction leading rapidly no
doubt to her Handler's premature climax.  The next time Sandy felt the man
move inside of her, she concentrated on not returning the "favor" with her
strong vaginal muscles.  After a few minutes, her Handler's natural
spasmodic penile flexing began to abate.  Not long after that, Sandy felt
him begin to soften inside of her.

   Meanwhile, up at the podium, her instructor was commenting on a diagram
of the female reproductive system which was displayed on the big monitor.
It was difficult for Sandy to concentrate both on the penis inside her own
vagina and the computer generated image of a male organ moving in and out
of the vaginal cross-section on the screen.  As the computer penis moved in
arrows appeared along the walls of the vaginal passage indicating a release
of pressure.  When the penis traveled outward, the arrows in the vaginal
diagram reversed and turned red, indicating that pressure should be
applied. This was exactly the same technique that Karen had taught Sandy
using her fingers.  Sandy found herself making a mental note.

   It was then that Sandy felt her Handler almost slip from inside her. 
Desperately Sandy clamped her muscles around his flaccid shaft, preventing
his exit at the last moment.  Sandy began the process of milking her
Handler's cock with her vaginal muscles, drawing him back inside of her. 
The young girl felt a sense of accomplishment when at last she felt the man
begin to grow inside of her once again.

   It was then that Sandy's concentration was broken.  From the direction
of the Avery girl's desk, another loud groan was heard followed by a cry of
frustration and dismay.  Apparently young Pam Avery had caused her newest
Handler to cum as well.  While the computer generated graphic continued to
show a cross section of the act of sexual intercourse, the instructor
walked quickly to the unfortunate girl's desk.  Taking her by the elbow, he
pulled her to a standing position.  He then led her from the room.  Sandy
never saw the girl again.

   Sandy needed to pay attention.  Her Handler was again beginning to grow
and throb inside of her.  Sandy sat perfectly still on his cock, barely
breathing for several minutes until she felt him once more begin to relax.
She glanced up at the clock on the wall at the front of the room.  One hour
and forty-five minutes had passed since she had been entered.  "Only
fifteen minutes more," the young teen thought with a sigh.  It was then
that Sandy noticed what was taking place on the large monitor at the front
of the class.

   While she was attending to business, Sandy's vaginal control instructor
had come back into the room.  He was currently commenting on the scene now
playing on the monitor.  To Sandy's horror, the entire class was being
treated to scenes of her session with Deke.  Sandy sat stunned as she
watched herself being pulled upright to hang impaled on the massive fuck
engine that appeared and disappeared between her ass cheeks at an
astonishing pace.  Sandy watched as she threw her head back against the big
man's shoulder.  Her mouth hung open.  Spittle ran from the corner of her
mouth to drip from her jaw.  Glancing to the side sheepishly, Sandy saw
another of the young clients smile at her.  "How could she smile at me,"
Sandy thought angrily.  "She must have had the same thing happen to her."
Sandy gave the girl a cross look.

   Then suddenly, while Sandy was still looking her direction, the young
red-headed girl who had smiled at her, got a look of concern on her pretty
face.  As Sandy watched the young teen opened her both mouth and her blues
eyes wide.  Suddenly her narrow hips jerked forward.  Once...  twice.  The
little red-head was having an orgasm.  With only two minutes to go, the
little girl tried to recover her composure, but it was too late.  Sandy saw
the girl's Handler take her by her narrow waist.  The little red-head
grunted as she was pumped full of hot semen.  She arched her back
momentarily then fell forward, catching herself with her hands on the edge
of her desk.  A moment later, Sandy saw the telltale trail of semen run
from beneath the girl's thigh and run down her Handler's hip and buttock.

   The young red-head was quickly removed from the room, leaving only four
other clients besides Sandy.  The minutes crept by while Sandy and her
classmates watched scenes from their individual experiences with Deke. 
Nervous sidelong glances were exchanged between the girls when they thought
the instructor wasn't looking.  While the five young girls sat astride
their individual attendants, they all watched as each in turn was fucked to
the point of unconsciousness by the man named Deke.  It was a terribly
embarrassing experience to say the least.

   Sandy diligently worked her attendant's cock with her vaginal muscles.
Two minutes remained.  "I'm going to make it," she thought.  The stranger
beneath her moaned.  Sandy felt him shift his hips between her thighs.  At
the same time, Sandy felt the now familiar beginnings of her own climax
begin to grow within her.  Sweat stood out on her brow.  One minute.  From
across the room a loud cry of "Oh, yes, baby!" was heard followed by
several subdued heaving sobs.  Another of her classmates had failed.  The
cock inside of her suddenly felt rock hard.  The swollen head pressed
uncomfortably up inside of Sandy.  The young blond held absolutely still,
forcing herself to relax her internal muscles.  She shot a quick glance at
the clock.  Sandy heard a moan from her attendant.  Fifteen seconds, then
ten.

   "Time is up, ladies," Sandy's instructor said at last.  Just then
Sandy's attendant grabbed her by the hips.  Sandy soon felt the familiar
warmth spread inside her tummy as she accepted the offerings of yet another
man.

   Following her vaginal control class Sandy returned to her room where she
was met by Karen.  The young blond and the big dike made love for a little
over an hour until lunch was called.  Karen introduced Sandy to several new
battery operated toys as well as a huge double ended dildo.  By the time
they went to the cafeteria, young Sandy was practically worn out.  Even at
her young age, it required a lot of stamina to keep up with Karen's
voracious sexual appetite.  While they ate, Karen told Sandy a little bit
about what she could expect at her new class that afternoon.  This class
would mark Sandy's first experience with group sex other than her regular
morning regimens which occasionally involved more than one participant.

   While Karen rattled on about how Sandy would be expected to satisfy two
to four men at a time, the young girl's mind wandered to a happier time. 
Sandy wistfully remembered when she could get practically anything she
wanted from a boy just by looking at him that "certain way".  Now in just a
few minutes, she would be expected to give up everything to several men. 
The tables had certainly turned for our fifteen year old beauty.  What
Sandy didn't take into consideration as she sat pondering her fate was that
only a few short weeks ago, she would have been entertaining thoughts of
resistance and escape.  Now, however, she was prepared to do what was
expected of her.  Sandy's only worry was whether or not she would be able
to please her Primary.

   "And I'll be right there to help out.  Won't that be great, Blondy?"
Karen asked, bringing Sandy back to the present.  She looked at Karen with
a puzzled look that elicited a chuckle from the big girl.  "Well, let's go,
Blondy.  I can't wait to see how you do with a bunch of guys."

   There was no doubt as to the main function of the room into which Sandy
was led by her companion, Karen.  The only piece of furniture in the
brightly lit room was a very large bed covered with what appeared to be
plastic sheets.  The big bed stood in the exact center of the room whose
walls and ceiling were mirrored.  As Karen led Sandy to the big bed, the
young blond noticed several video cameras mounted on tripods strategically
located around the center of attraction.  Sandy took a deep breath,
resigning herself to what was to come.  She was instructed by Karen to sit
on the edge of the bed and wait.  Not long afterward, the door opened and
in walked four men, two of whom were middle aged.  The other two were
younger.  One was Sandy's age or perhaps even younger.  Sandy hated having
to perform for boys her own age.  It was somehow far more humiliating for
her.  A moment later Sandy's Primary entered the room, closing the door
behind himself.

   "Good afternoon, Miss Winters," the man said.  He held his customary
clip board beneath one arm.  He then nodded in Karen's direction,
acknowledging the young lesbian.  "Miss Winters," he began.  "This
afternoon, we are going to have you perform some group sexual acts with
these four gentlemen, Three of whom you will find to be quite experienced.
One young man has never been with a woman.  I'll therefore expect you to
pay close attention to their needs." The youngest boy actually blushed
while Sandy listened with growing concern.  "Please introduce yourself to
your lovers now, Miss Winters," her Principal ordered.

   The look of concern on Sandy's pretty face was quickly replaced with one
of resignation.  Sandy knew what was expected of her.  She also knew that
she had absolutely no choice other than to cooperate.  She glanced at Karen
who remained seated beside her on the big bed and received a wicked grin
from the big dike.  Sandy knew Karen would enjoy her humiliation even more
than the men would enjoy her services.  At last, head bowed, Sandy stood up
and walked over to where the four men stood waiting in a line.

   Stepping in front of the first man who was perhaps forty years old or
so, Sandy looked him directly in the eye and said, "My name is Sandy.  I am
here to please you." After having said this, the naked fifteen year old
stood on her tip toes so she could get her arms around the man's neck and
gave him a prolonged, passionate kiss.  The man responded by hugging
Sandy's small, lithe body tightly to himself.  He kissed her back hard. 
When he finally released her, he was breathing hard.  A look of fiery lust
burned in his eyes.  Sandy moved to the next older man and repeated what
she had said to the first.  She then kissed him deeply as well, allowing
him to explore the interior of her mouth with his tongue for several
minutes.  Sandy then stepped to the next person in line, a boy of no more
than fourteen.

   "Im Sandy," she said mechanically.  "I am here to please you." Sandy
placed her arms around the lad's neck and leaned forward to kiss him.  When
she did, the boy blushed and looked away.  Not knowing exactly what to do,
Sandy turned to her Principal for guidance.

   "Help him, Miss Winters.  It is your duty to fulfill him," the man said
sternly.

   It was tremendously humiliating for Sandy to help this boy to defile
her, but that was what was expected.  Not knowing exactly how to proceed,
Sandy stooped slightly, then looking up at the shy young boy, she kissed
him on the lips.  She kissed him a second time.  This seemed to help,
because at last the young man raised his head and looked at Sandy.  She
could see lust begin to shine in his eyes.  His innocent face took on a new
expression as Sandy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
It was not an open mouth kiss, however.  Apparently the young man had not
learned that technique yet.  Sandy felt the young man place his hands
gently on her hips, but as soon as she pressed herself against him he
hastily removed them.  It was time to move on.

   Sandy stepped in front of the forth young man.  A dark haired boy
perhaps fifteen, maybe sixteen years old.  When Sandy looked into his eyes,
what she saw there frightened her.  She began to introduce herself, but the
boy suddenly reached out and grabbed Sandy around her neck with one hand,
pulling the young teenager to him.  He proceeded to kiss her hard, crushing
his mouth against Sandy's.  Startled at first, Sandy started to resist, but
then her training took over.  As the young man moved his lips over hers,
Sandy tried to relax in his arms and allow him to kiss her however he
chose. Then without warning, the young man, reached down with his other
hand and grabbed Sandy's pussy.  He squeezed roughly as the young blond
gasped into his opened mouth.  Before Sandy knew what was happening, the
young man had slipped a finger between her vulva then up inside of her.  He
then proceeded to kiss Sandy roughly while he wiggled his finger inside her
vagina.  After what seemed like hours, the young man pulled his mouth from
Sandy's and said, "Hi, Sandy.  My name is Mike and I'm gonna fuck you,
baby. I'm gonna fuck you real hard."

   Sandy stared in disbelief at the dark haired young man, her eyes round
and filled with apprehension.  Before she could do or say anything,
however, the young man named Mike, without removing his exploring hand from
between Sandy's thighs, pushed her roughly back in the direction of the big
bed.  Sandy stumbled backward, at last falling back onto the bed with Mike
on top of her.  The two older men followed along and soon stood beside the
bed watching as the one named Mike continued his advance.  After falling
heavily atop the young blond, Mike finally removed his finger from inside
Sandy's vagina then rolled off her.

   "Spread those pretty legs, baby," Mike said as he crawled off the bed.
"There's no sense waistin' time.  These other guys want a turn too."
Stunned momentarily due to the abruptness of the young man's advances,
Sandy lay staring dumbly up at him.  "I said, spread `em, sweetheart!" Mike
said in a mean tone of voice.  He grabbed Sandy by her right ankle then
threw her leg to one side.

   Karen in the mean time stood up saying, "You have a good time, Blondy.
I'm going to watch from over there." She nodded toward Sandy's Principal
who sat nearby.

   Sandy was unable to resist as she lay still in stunned shock, watching
as Mike stepped between her calves which hung over the edge of the bed and
peeled his jeans down exposing his rather sizable cock already fully erect.
Without hesitation the young man took his cock in one hand then kneeling
first on the edge of the bed, he lowered himself onto Sandy.  As she felt
the awful young man rub the hot, smooth head of his penis between her
vulva, spreading her labia, searching for her opening, Sandy closed her
eyes and turned her head to one side in disgust.  While Mike continued to
poke and probe, Sandy opened her eyes only to stare directly into the eyes
of her Principal.  What she saw there was a look of stern disapproval. 
Sandy knew the reason all too well.  It took a supreme effort on her part,
but Sandy was finally able to turn her head back and look her attacker
directly in the eye just as he penetrated her.  Karen smiled as she saw the
resignation show in Sandy's pretty face.

   "Huuuuuhhhh!" Sandy huffed softly as the young man's penis moved into
her.

   "That's my girl," Mike said grinning knowingly down at Sandy as he
pushed his way into her.  "What a tight little pussy you have, baby.  Oh
yeah!"

   Sandy trembled as Mike's long cock filled her.  While she gazed up at
him, he quickly began to get up a rhythm.

   "Ole' Mike's gonna show you a real good time.  Gonna fuck you like
you've never been fucked, baby!"

   Sandy had a quick mental flash of her experience with Deke.  "Nothing
could be worse than that," she thought idly as Mike's meat began to hammer
in and out.  Sandy also noted that Mike was the first of her lover's who
talked while he fucked her.  All of the others had been silent and
business-like.  Sandy didn't like his talk at all.  It made her feel cheap
and tawdry.

   "Oww!" she whimpered when the young man rammed her hard.

   "Just wanted to get your attention, sweetheart.  You looked like you
were daydreaming on me." Mike grinned wickedly.  "I want you to pay
attention, baby.  I want you to do like you've been taught.  I wanna see
that pretty face of your register every stroke." He rammed her again,
causing Sandy's eyes to fly open.  "Yeah, baby!  Just like that." He
laughed.

   Mike then began to fuck Sandy in earnest.  The young blond was forced to
spread her legs wide to alleviate the chafing from Mike's roughly pumping
cock shaft.  Taking Sandy first by her right wrist then her left, Mike
stretched her hands over her head and held them there while he stared down
at her.

   "You're such a babe, Sandy.  What a fine little fuck you are.  Did you
ever give it to your boyfriend like this, baby?  I'll bet you didn't.  You
look like the kind of stuck up bitch who'd hold back on a guy.  You're not
gonna hold back on us are you, Sandy?" Sandy stared up into his dark eyes.
"Are you, baby?" Mike said, smiling down at the helpless girl.  Sandy
didn't know what he expected of her, but she shook her head in response
just in case.  "No.  Of course you're not," he said, his smile broadening.
Mike humped Sandy two or three times hard then pulled out unexpectedly,
leaving Sandy dazed and breathless.  He climbed off of her and turned to
the others, saying, "Ok, who's next?  She's all warmed up."

   "I'll take her," Sandy heard one of the older men say.  The next thing
Sandy knew, she had meat in her again.  "Hi Darlin'," he said once he was
fully inside of her.  Unlike Mike he began to fuck her slowly, allowing
Sandy to feel the entire length of his cock as it moved in and out. 
"You're such a pretty child.  You remind me of my daughter." The man gave
Sandy a fatherly smile.  "Cindy's about your age, maybe a little younger.
She's here at the Center too.  Maybe you two have met," he said
matter-of-factly while he fucked Sandy slowly and rhythmically.  "She's
gonna love fucking her daddy when she get's home.  Have you fucked your
daddy yet, darlin'?"

   Sandy couldn't believe her ears.  "Was this monster really talking about
his own daughter?  How could he!" Sandy vowed to herself while the older
man had his way with her that she would never allow herself to be taken by
her step-father.

   "Alright...  alright!" Mike said from the sidelines.  "This isn't a rapp
session, man.  Get off her and let's get her up on her hands and knees,"
Mike directed, taking charge.

   Sandy's current older lover gave her that fatherly smile of his before
slowly pulling out and crawling from between her widely splayed legs.

   "Let's go, sweetheart.  Up on your hands and knees so we can get a
better crack at ya." Mike then leaned down and grabbed Sandy roughly by the
wrist.  He then drug her off the bed, took her by the shoulders and turned
her to face the bed.  "Hand's and knees, baby.  You know the drill, and
arch your back.  Let's see that sweet little ass of yours way up high."
Mike chuckled cruelly as he gave Sandy a little shove onto the bed.

   Going down on her hands, Sandy slowly crawled onto the big mattress. 
Spreading her knees to about shoulder width, she arched her back and waited
to be mounted.

   "OK, guy.  You're next," Mike said nodding in the direction of the other
older man.  "Go ahead and try her out." As the man dropped his pants and
crawled onto the bed behind Sandy, Mike said to the younger boy, "Hey,
sport.  Ever had a lady suck your cock?" The kid looked dumbfounded.  Mike
just laughed.

   Sandy shuddered as the older man's rather large penis traveled up the
length of her birth canal.  He held her tightly by her hips and pushed
himself deeply into her.

   "Go ahead, kid.  Get around on the other end.  She can handle two cocks
at once.  Give that mouth of hers a good fucking.  You treat him nice,
Sandy, baby.  He's just a boy." Mike laughed his cruel laugh as he stepped
closer to the edge of the bed.  While the older man got up his rhythm, Mike
reached up under Sandy's chest and toyed with her small jiggling breasts.
Pinching her nipples, Mike whispered in Sandy's right ear, "How's that big
cock feel, baby?  Is it good?  These older guys don't know how to make a
girl feel right.  Old Mike's gonna take another turn in a minute.  Don't
you worry.  He's gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before,
baby." He kissed Sandy on the cheek.

   The older man behind Sandy was getting his stride.  He picked up his
tempo, his hairy thighs, slapping against the backs of Sandy's legs as he
pounded away at her.  Sandy had dropped her head down between her shoulders
as she endured the man's attentions.  Suddenly she saw a pair of knees
appear on the bed in front of her.  Slowly, Sandy looked up to see the face
of the younger boy smiling down at her.  In his hand he clutched his penis.
He held it out to her almost in offering.  It wasn't large or anything, but
the thought of taking the penis of a boy even younger than herself into her
mouth disgusted and humiliated Sandy.

   In the course of her training, Sandy had been handled, bathed and
attended to on the toilet by boys younger than herself, and each time it
happened it ground Sandy's ego and self-esteem down more and more.  The
older men, she could tolerate more or less.  But the young men in her own
peer group were another story.  The boy kneeling in front of Sandy now
placed his other hand on the side of her head and crawled a little closer.
"Open up, sweetheart," he said with a big grin.

   "How dare, he say that to me," Sandy thought to herself.  "He's just a
kid.  Who the hell does he think he is!" Just then, Mike pinched one of her
small nipples hard.  "Oww!" Sandy cried, opening her mouth in the process.
Almost immediately it was filled with the young boy's cock.  "Gawwpp,"
Sandy gagged around his narrow shaft as the head of his prick pushed
against her soft pallet at the very back of her throat.

   "Not bad, kid," Mike chuckled.  "Now fuck her mouth good." Then after a
brief pause, Mike added quickly.  "Wait!  Wait a minute fellas.  Let's all
get into this little lady.  I think she can handle it.  To the man fucking
Sandy Mike said, "Why don't you pull out of her for a minute and lie down
beside her, pal.  We'll have her ride you for awhile, OK?" The man nodded
his consent.  Extracting his cock from the young blond, the older man did
as Mike asked and lay on his back beside Sandy.  "OK, baby, you know the
drill.  Mount up."

   Sandy glared at Mike, but slowly did as she was told.  Rising up to her
knees Sandy moved sideways then threw her leg across the prone man's body,
straddling him.  Next She placed her hands on the older man's chest and
raised her butt up, giving him room to guide the head of his cock to her
opening.  Obligingly, the man held his cock in one hand allowing Sandy to
settle down on it.  Sandy always shivered when entered.  The Center
considered this to be a desirable trait, so she was encouraged to cultivate
it.

   As soon as she was mounted, Mike said, "OK kid, your turn.  I wanna see
you fuck her mouth like she's never had it before.  OK sport?" The young
man nodded enthusiastically.  Then grasping his prick in his fist, he
crawled forward and offered it to Sandy.  Sandy leaned forward and took him
into her mouth.  "That's nice," Mike said.  Now let's see.  Who's next? 
Weren't you telling me you liked to get jerked off, fella?" Mike said, to
the other older man who knelt on the bed nearby the coupled threesome.  The
man grinned and nodded his head.  "Good, well our little lady should be
able to handle you, I believe.  You'll make him feel good won't you, baby?"
Mike said leaning down so Sandy could see him.  The young boy had already
begun to fuck her mouth so Sandy was unable to answer, but she did nod her
head in resigned acknowledgment.  "I knew I could count on you, baby," Mike
said.  He reached out and fondled one of Sandy's firm breasts.  "Now it's
my turn," Mike said at last.

   With one penis in her vagina, one in her mouth and one in her hand,
Sandy had no idea what Mike had planned for her.  If he expected her to
handle him with her left hand, she would be unable to balance herself on
the cock of the older man beneath her.  It was already an extremely awkward
situation for Sandy.  She knew all too well that her Principal who looked
on from the sidelines fully expected her to pleasure all of her lovers,
managing their arousal such that they would have a simultaneous orgasm.  So
when Mike disappeared from her view behind her, Sandy was at a complete
loss.

   As the older gentleman beneath her began to hump her, Sandy raised
herself up just a bit to give him room to move.  His cock pistoned in and
out with short, rapid strokes, causing Sandy to puff through her nose in
time.  The young boy increased his tempo to match that of the other man. 
His narrow, but adequately long penis made repeated contact with the back
of Sandy's throat.  He took her by the back of her neck to steady Sandy,
giving him better access to her.  Sandy had to concentrate so as not to
forget the man she held in her right hand.  As best she could given the
circumstances, the young girl stroked the man's rigid cock with her small
hand.  As she had been taught, Sandy rolled her hand over the head of his
penis from time to time where she could find traces of pre-cum for
lubrication.

   While Sandy worked on her three charges, she suddenly felt a pair of
hands on her butt.  Mike started rubbing her buttocks, squeezing her
cheeks, and alternately spreading her, then pressing her together.  His
massaging actually felt pretty good as it tended to enhance the effects of
the older man's cock sliding in and out of her vagina.  Then unexpectedly,
Sandy felt the now familiar feeling of the head of a penis being rubbed up
and down between her cheeks.  "What was he going to do?" Sandy wondered,
"trade off with the guy under her?" Too late, the young girl realized what
was happening when Mike began to apply pressure with his cock to her
tightly puckered anal opening.

   Sandy had been shown a few videos depicting anal sex, but had thus far
not been required to attempt it by the Center.  Thus her rectal passage was
virginal until the broad head of Mike's penis popped inside.

   As mentioned earlier, Mike was not a gentle lover.  Fortunately for
Sandy, he had taken the time to lubricate himself with saliva before
entering her.  Mike hadn't done this for Sandy's benefit, but rather to
enable him to fully penetrate the young girl in one swift assault.

   "Mmmphhhh," Sandy puffed violently through her nose.  The young man who
was fucking her mouth was treated to the lovely sight of the young girl's
facial expression while being entered anally for the first time, and
unexpectedly at that.  Sandy's blue eyes shot open then closed tightly as
she winced from the sudden pain of Mike's penetration.  The young man was
lucky that Sandy had such thorough training.  An untrained female might
have accidentally bitten down on him.  Keeping his cock in Sandy's mouth,
the boy smiled down at her.  Sandy shuddered.  Reflexively she arched her
back as she accepted the responsibility for yet another penis.

   "Oh, yeah, baby!" Mike groaned as his big cock traveled into the tight
confines of Sandy's bowel.  "You've got one tight little ass.  I'm sure
glad they let me be your first.  I've been watching you since you got here,
and I've been waitin' for the chance to fuck you, baby."

   "Mmphh, mmphh, mmphh, mmphh.." young Sandy huffed around the cock in her
mouth as Mike started to fuck her ass.  She could feel every inch of him as
he traveled in and out of her.

   Unknowingly, the older man in her vagina had pulled back slightly to
allow Mike full penetration on his initial thrust, now, as Mike pushed his
cock into Sandy's quivering anal passage, he suddenly rammed his hips
upward, driving himself deeply into the hapless young teen.

   "Mmmmmuuuhhhhh!!" Sandy grunted, opening her mouth wide around the young
boys cock.  A dull pain spread through her lower abdomen and down her
thighs.  Never before had she felt such a feeling of fullness.  Just then,
Mike rammed her as well, knocking the wind out of Sandy and slamming her
body forward, driving the cock in her mouth down her throat.  Sandy Winters
suddenly found herself well packed with a cock in every opening.

   "Don't forget about me, young lady," Sandy heard from the edge of
awareness.  It was the man who's cock she was supposed to be stroking with
her hand.  Quickly Sandy picked up a rhythm, sliding her small hand quickly
up and down his shaft as though playing catch up.  "That's better,
Darlin'," the man groaned.  Then all three of the men inside of Sandy began
to get up a rhythm.  There was no real pattern to their fucking.  At one
point Sandy would find herself filled to bursting, then all the meat inside
of her would withdraw at once leaving her feeling strangely empty.  Other
times the men alternated thrusts.  At one point they unconsciously achieved
a syncopated beat.  "One..and two then a down beat," Sandy's small frame
was pitched front to back and side to side.

   As capable a lover as Sandy had become, she felt herself losing control.
Her mind reeled as her internal organs were battered on three fronts.  The
man who Sandy was attending to manually, moved around beside the foursome.
He reached around Sandy's torso and took her left breast in his hand.  With
his other hand he cupped her right.  He then began to squeeze and kneed the
small sensitive glands, alternately pinching then stretching Sandy's tiny
nipples with his fingers.

   "Mmmmeee," Sandy whined around the cock in her mouth.  As had happened
with her experience with Deke, meaningful thought began to ebb away.  Soon
the young girl knew nothing else other than the three penises which flashed
in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.  Sandy Winters was certainly
no longer in control of the situation.  One of the men came.  It was either
Mike or the man in her vagina.  Sandy couldn't tell which.  All she heard
was a groan followed by that familiar hot filling feeling inside.  Sandy's
first orgasm quickly followed.  Then suddenly she was swallowing copious
amounts of white hot cum supplied to her by the young boy.  He held Sandy's
head, rammed his cock into her mouth to the hilt, and dumped his load down
her esophagus.

   Sandy's trim athletic body shook in the throws of her second orgasm when
she heard Mike bellow from behind her, "Oh, yeah, baby..  baby!" His strong
fingers dug into the flesh of Sandy's hips.  Pulling her back against
himself Mike rammed his cock as far up Sandy's ass as it would reach before
dumping his load into her bowel.  Never in her life had Sandy Winters had
so much semen inside of her at one time.  It felt like the stuff would
squirt out of her ears as the three men filled her.

   The first to finish was the young boy.  Looking down at Sandy with a
grin, he popped his softening prick out of her mouth then sat back
sheepishly on the bed watching as the three other men continued to have
their way with Sandy.  Without warning, the man Sandy had been jerking off
released her breasts, crawled around in front of her, took her by the chin
and opened her mouth.  Sandy knew better than to resist.  Grasping his cock
in his other hand the man directed its swollen purple head to Sandy's lips.
Smiling down at Sandy, he rubbed the head back and forth across her lips
covering them with pre-cum.  "Open up, darlin'.  Bob's got something for
you I know you're gonna like.  Sandy opened her mouth and accepted the
man's penis inside.  As soon as he released his grip on himself, the man
came.  As he did, he pushed his cock to the back of Sandy's mouth then down
her throat.  Sandy had been deep throated before and knew to take a breath.
She gagged slightly as the head of Bob's prick slipped down her throat
pulsing cum as it went.  Sandy's blue eyes were open wide when her nose
finally buried itself in the older man's mat of pubic hair, her chin coming
to rest against his balls.  She had no choice but to wait him out.  She
felt the hot substance flow into her tummy.  Several minutes passed and
still the man filled her.  At the same time, Mike continued to hump her
from behind as did the man who's cock still remained in her vagina.  Sandy
was about out of air when at last the man named Bob, pulled his cock back
far enough for Sandy to take a breath.  Sandy coughed causing a bit of
semen to seep from her nose and run down her upper lip.  The man would not
remove his cock from her mouth so Sandy was forced to get what air she
could through her nose.

   It was a long while before the tangled knot of flesh that was Sandy
Winters' most recent sexual experience began to uncouple.  Slowly and one
at a time, Sandy's lovers slipped from inside her.  Mike was the last to
leave.  It seemed his big cock just wouldn't go soft.  He continued to fuck
Sandy's ass for several minutes after the others had ceased.  Sandy would
be very sore later on.

   Finally the participants exited the room leaving Sandy alone with her
Principal and Karen.  The big dike came and sat on the bed beside Sandy. 
She kissed the young blond deeply reveling in the sweet musky taste of
semen.  Sandy's Principal said nothing.  He made a few notes on his pad
then rose from his seat and left the room.

   "I think you did, pretty good, Blondy," Karen said rubbing Sandy's back
gently.  "Before we go to dinner I want you to lie back for me, Blondy,"
the big dike said.  "I wanna taste some of that good cum you've got inside
you." Karen smiled at Sandy's somewhat distressed expression.  "What's
wrong, Blondy?  You don't think it's fair that you have all the fun do you?
I like a little cum myself from time to time.

   Sandy knew what Karen wanted, so after a minute she lay back on the bed
and spread her legs.  The big girl then crawled between Sandy's thighs and
began to feast, licking and sucking at both of her openings.  Much to
Sandy's dismay, the big dike actually made her cum again.  This of course
pleased Karen to no end.  "That's my little girl," she said between licks.
"Cum for Karen.  Cum for me, Blondy!"

   Sandy had never been told why she had been brought to the Training
Center.  None of the clients were told.  Neither did she know when or if
she would ever be released.  For all Sandy knew she would spend the rest of
her life in this awful place at the hands of strangers.  So when the young
blond awoke in her own bed in her own bedroom in her own home several days
following her group experience at The Center, it was no wonder that she was
startled and confused.

   "What?  What the?" Sandy gasped, sitting up in her bed.  She glanced
quickly around the familiar surroundings of her bedroom.  "Was this a
dream?" Sandy thought.  "Was that horrible place all a dream?" was her next
thought.  Sandy flopped back on the comfortable pillows of her big soft bed
and simply lay there staring up at the ceiling.  After a moment's
reflection, Sandy gingerly reached a hand down between her legs and touched
herself.  To her astonishment, there was no discomfort or pain what-so-ever
there.  (The Center thought of everything.) Sandy was mystified.  "What had
happened to her?" the young blond wondered.

   Sandy was about to get out of bed when there came a soft knock at the
door.  "Yes?" Sandy answered after a moment.  She had become used to people
simply walking in on her at any time.

   "Good morning, sweetheart," Sandy's step-father said cheerfully as he
poked his head in the door.  "I thought you weren't ever going to wake up."

   "Hello," Sandy said cooly.  She was not at all fond of her step-father.
Sandy didn't trust him.  He was a sleeze in her opinion.  More than once
he'd tried to put the moves on her.  "Funny," Sandy thought
absent-mindedly. "The thought of her step-father touching her used to make
her skin crawl.  But now...."

   "I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed, Sandy," Jim Neilson said as
he stepped into her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

   "Breakfast sounds great," Sandy said, trying to be kinder.  After all,
she was starved, and he seemed to be making an effort to be nice.

   Neilson walked to the side of his step-daughter's bed and stood gazing
down at the pretty blond teenager.  "From now on, Sandy, you'll get
breakfast in bed every day," Neilson said smiling at Sandy's confused
expression.  "Nothing like some hot cum to get your day started, right
sweetheart," Jim Neilson said as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out
his swelling cock.

   Sandy stared up at him in total disbelief.  "What?" she whined as a cold
fear washed over her.

   "You heard me, Sandy.  You just keep your mouth open just like that. 
You know what to do, sweetheart.  They taught you well at The Center."

   As Jim slipped his cock into his step-daughter's open mouth, he gazed
down into her round blue eyes.  "That's just right, Sandy, and when we're
done with breakfast, you and I'll have a nice hot bath together.  Mmmmm,
that's my girl," Jim Neilson sighed as his pretty blond step-daughter began
to suck him.

   The Center thought of everything.

   End - SM 

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