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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.
T.Y.T.C. 3.2 - The Twins By - The StoryMaster Contributing Editor - Don
D.
Deflorations are routine at The Youth Training Center. They are
performed almost daily, especially since the number of incoming new Guests
continues to rise. The procedure can be delicate, and therefore is not
generally performed by just any Handler or Associate.
It has long been known that the taking of a young lady's virginity can
be a very significant event in her life, and one that she will usually
remember for many years. The fact that, in a young girl's life, this
single experience is so symbolic and indelible, prompted us to study the
phenomenon very thoroughly. As a result of many years of research and
observation, the process of defloration has been fully integrated into our
program of conditioning, and it remains today a valuable teaching aid.
With but a very few exceptions, at TYTC, our Guests make that momentous
transition from child to womanhood under carefully controlled conditions in
specialized chambers known as "Defloration Rooms". By employing the most
technologically advanced equipment and techniques, we attempt to provide
each of our young ladies with a most unforgettable experience.
Occasionally, if it is deemed appropriate, a Guest is deflowered using
mechanical means, but we use this method sparingly. Mostly this technique
is reserved for exceptionally young subjects where the girl might otherwise
be injured. We want a Guest to regard her first experience with a male as
compulsory and inevitable, but we see no reason for it to be excruciatingly
painful or physically damaging. It has been proven, however, that any
negative psychological effects resulting from the occasion will disappear
in time as the Guest continues to be provided with bountiful and diverse
sexual impetus. Thus, shortly after our youngest Guests are deflowered,
they are introduced to male companions to begin their education.
We have long felt that the occasion tends to leave a more profound
impression on a young lady when a human element is involved. As a rule, we
employ the services of Handlers who have undergone many hours of detailed
training specific to this sensitive procedure in order to ensure the
quality and consistency of the experience. At that special moment when she
accepts her first lover, his face will be indelibly embossed upon her
memory, making that person a pivotal character in her new life at TYTC.
One truly fascinating aspect about this part of her training is that as
often as not, a young lady will later develop a respectful and binding
relationship with her first lover, regardless of the circumstances of her
initial coupling. This devotion can then be molded and developed into a
powerful motivation for her to do well in her training.
Although it was not Herb who's penis deftly tore away young Melanie
Nesbit's guardian membrane, it was his face that the youngster would
remember forever. Lying face down atop the Defloration Stand, a piece of
equipment designed specifically for this very special occasion, the
fourteen year old achieved womanhood with but a single muted cry.
It is well known that the rear entry or Service Position One properly
aligns the vaginal passage to allow maximum penetration. At the same time,
the kneeling position is widely believed to be the most submissive position
for the female. At all times during love making she is under the control
of her companion which helps to instill a sense of servility that she will
hopefully carry with her into future engagements.
The Defloration Stand is an uncomplicated device designed to facilitate
the rear entry. It is a low table approximately four feet in length and
three feet wide. It has a padded vinyl top and a kneeling bench at one
end. The Guest kneels upon the lower padded bench, bends at the waist then
positions herself face down upon the vinyl covered upper surface. Once her
knees are spread sufficiently on the kneeling bench, the Guest's vaginal
passage will lie parallel to the table's surface. When used in conjunction
with the drug Ketamine, no restraints are necessary, but if a more animated
experience is desired, she can be easily bound to the device using standard
restraints.
Melanie Nesbit was placed face down on just such a device. She was then
given an injection of Ketamine, the specialty drug which causes temporary
paralysis of the motor nervous system while leaving the reproductive,
sensory and endocrine systems intact and fully functional. Then while her
new Principal Handler, Herb, held her arms outstretched in front of her
which served to further align the young teenager's birth canal, the last
vestige of Melanie Nesbit's childhood was skillfully swept away by Herb's
fellow Associate, Brent. Sitting directly in front of the young girl, Herb
observed every poignant wince and wide-eyed display of surprise and wonder
on the little blond's face as, after lining up his approach precisely,
Brent pushed the slightly pointed head of his penis through Melanie's
virginal membrane and into her previously unvisited interior.
As always, it was a touching experience for all concerned. Herb never
tired of witnessing the delightful expressions on a young girl's face as
she accepts her first lover. Brent, having trained for many hours for this
moment, experienced a deep sense of fulfillment and closure. And for young
Melanie the episode would, of course, never be forgotten. The apprehension
she'd experienced initially, the stretching and brief stinging surge of
carnal anguish leading up to that magical moment, were forever etched upon
Melanie Nesbit's psyche.
The cry of her passage into womanhood was brief as Melanie's attention
was quickly drawn to the spell binding sensations of internal heat and
fullness that flooded throughout her being. Because she was in the hands
of experts, the initial pain and trauma of her special moment was lessened
considerably. Where a less experienced partner would probably have begun
to deliver to the youngster right away, Brent conducted himself like the
highly trained professional that he was. Although his young partner's
nubile vaginal muscles were exceptionally fit and the portal to her
unexplored depths gratifyingly tight, Brent exercised remarkable
self-control and resisted the temptation to bull his way into the girl. He
glanced down between Melanie's shapely buttocks where the balance of his
eight inch penis remained unsheathed for the time being. The Handler held
perfectly still, allowing Melanie's anatomy to adjust around him. He could
not see her face, since Herb had positioned her head in the table's chin
cradle, but he was able to enjoy her soft whimpers and moaning when after a
few moments, he advanced into her a little farther. He was instantly
rewarded with a crushing vaginal contraction. Brent made a mental note to
mention in Miss Nesbit's file that she would not need Kegel training for
awhile. So sudden was her contraction, in fact, that Melanie caught Brent
off guard, partially forcing him out of herself.
"She's very good," Brent commented approvingly to his partner who sat
studying the youngster's face. Glancing down, he noticed that the end of
his shaft was coated with a pinkish, silken fluid. "She's already starting
to self-lubricate with minimal bleeding," Brent reported to Melanie's
Principal Handler.
"That's a good girl," Herb complimented his young charge while he
watched her expression evolve from one of worry and self-doubt to that of
thoughtful introspection as his fellow Associate began to make love to her.
Leaning closer, Herb whispered, "Just relax, sweetheart, and take Brent in.
He's going to help you to feel really special, I promise. I can see that
you're not like your sister. Are you, baby?" Melanie winced and closed her
clear blue eyes when her lover's penis completed its journey, pressing
firmly against the back of her birth canal. "Look at me, Miss Nesbit,"
Herb cautioned. "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their
partner while being attended to," he said, quoting one of the Center's Non-
Negotiable Standards. "You're not at all like your sister," he then
murmured almost tenderly as he placed his hand upon her cheek. Melanie's
body rocked slowly to and fro as Brent got up a rhythm. "You're a good
girl, and you like making love, don't you, baby? Don't you?" Herb
whispered.
Every Handler involved with the training of the twin sisters had gotten
a chance to study the two girls' dossiers. Although Marina Nesbit was the
more sexually active of the two siblings and already had a history of
several amorous exploitations, it was Melanie Nesbit who interested many of
the professional men including the Headmaster of TYTC. Based upon past
experience, they had learned that often times the more demure and less
experienced young ladies turn out to be the most capable and impassioned
lovers.
All of the many pent up frustrations that Melanie kept inside as a
result of her subconscious envy of her sister's romantic activities, and
the deep seated resentment she felt from being repeatedly overlooked in
favor of her more provocative twin, partially eclipsed the more egregious
aspects of her immediate circumstances. The facts that her first lover was
at least three times her age, and that he'd taken her against her will were
initially quite unsettling for the more reserved Nesbit twin, but as
Brent's slow and patient thrusts progressed, and Melanie's steadfast lover
introduced her to stretches of her anatomy that she had no idea existed,
the fourteen year old began to participate.
The two men worked with Melanie for a little over an hour. They
carefully observed her reactions to their attentions, and her Handler,
Herb, made extensive notes in her file regarding the young girl's
encouraging degree of cooperation. Unlike her more disagreeable twin
sister, Melanie Nesbit appeared far more willing to accept her fate.
Mid-way through her defloration experience, Melanie was given an
antidote to the immobilizing agent, Ketamine, and her motor functions
quickly returned. Brent gripped the young girl tightly by her hips just in
case she decided to become combative, but to both his and Herb's delight,
Melanie did not try to escape or even resist Brent's continued attentions.
After a moment, she was told to raise herself up onto her hands and arch
her back. Amazingly, she did exactly as she was told.
"Arch your back more, please and look at me over your shoulder, Miss
Nesbit," Brent instructed somewhat breathlessly. He continued to take her
with the long, measured strokes of a true professional. Then in order to
assure the proper management of her arousal, Brent would occasionally
deliver two or three short, chopping thrusts. The more forceful strokes
administered out of cadence kept the young lady off balance and prevented
her from becoming womb centered until her Handler desired it.
Climax Management is one area to which TYTC continues to devote a
tremendous amount of research time and effort. Every Handler spends
hundreds of classroom hours studying this pivotal part of a young lady's
conditioning program.
Comprehensive analysis has shown that given the chance, the female of
the species will use the orgasm, or lack thereof, as a means of maintaining
control over the intensity and duration of the sexual act. On a more
insidious level, she will shape the event into a reward system in an
attempt to gain ultimate control over the male/female relationship.
Put simply, Climax Management removes yet another avenue of control open
to her. Of course the concept is far more complex. The psychological
subtleties associated with either allowing or denying orgasm are
innumerable, and as mentioned earlier, are the basis of an entire area of
research at TYTC.
Herb and Brent decided in advance that if after defloration Melanie was
reasonably cooperative, she should be denied climax today. If, on the
other hand, she chose to be quarrelsome or combative, she would be ramped
to orgasm several times.
"You're being a very good girl your first time, Miss Nesbit," Brent said
patronizingly when she turned and gazed at him from over her right
shoulder. He and Herb were both somewhat surprised that the pretty fourteen
year old had taken to physical love so readily and with virtually no
protest what so ever.
Melanie wore an expression of confusion, as she stared back at the man
who was now a part of her. To this day she would never know what had
changed within her. It was as if someone had thrown a switch in her
psyche. It would be quite some time before Melanie would actually enjoy a
stranger's company, but for now, the exceptional degree of acceptance and
resignation that she exhibited in the hands of Brent and Herb was very
promising indeed.
In retrospect, Adam North suspected that subconsciously the youngster
had been longing for this occasion for many, many years, and had seen it
slip by so many times at the hands of her more adventurous sibling. As a
result, when the opportunity finally presented itself for Melanie to
experience the amorous attentions of a man without the worry of Marina
interfering, the more demure Nesbit twin clung to it with the eagerness of
a drowning person clinging to a life preserver. North's theory was that
once the fear of the initial act was behind her, Melanie Nesbit was able to
come to grips with the circumstances of her surroundings and play the cards
she'd been dealt. Others would argue with this presumption, maintaining
that the teenager was actually emotionally traumatized to the point where
she was unable to resist. Time would tell as always.
In any case, Brent was rewarded with what might be described as an
expression of anxious fascination shortly after he unloaded his first
offering of liquid fire into the young girl's clutching birth canal.
Melanie, being by far the more chaste of the two sisters, really didn't
know what the odd yet somehow fulfilling sensation of rapidly spreading
warmth and pressure in her lower abdomen represented. Brent, true to his
profession, gave little to no indication of the insemination as he pushed
himself deeper into the lovely blond and delivered a second hot, viscous
sample of his DNA to the convoluted interior lining of her vagina. He'd
timed it perfectly. As Brent watched a medley of expressions play across
her pretty face, he noticed that the teenager's neck and shoulders were
flushed with color. She too was very close to her sexual apogee, but
because of Brent's training and ability he was able to control the degree
of her arousal, and deny her climax. Melanie Nesbit would go away from her
first sexual encounter emotionally unfulfilled and wanting. Brent saw to
it, however, that she wasn't left physically unfulfilled. He observed her
expressions and reactions carefully while he served up two additional
portions of his bodily fluid into Melanie, filling her to overflowing.
Melanie had, of course, attended a sex education class at school where
she'd learned about how babies are made, but having had absolutely no
experience with amorous relationships, she was still unaware of the fact
that she'd most likely been fertilized even when her lover promptly
extracted himself from her with a wet suctioning sound after having
accomplished his goals. Fortunately for Melanie, impregnation was not
planned as part of her training program, or a few weeks later she would
have received quite a surprise.
While Brent cleaned himself and zipped up, Herb addressed the somewhat
confused youngster. He could see it in her eyes. She was wondering if
that was all there was. Herb could almost read her thoughts. "Isn't he
even going to kiss me or something?" She was brooding. "Miss Nesbit, you
conducted yourself admirably for your first time," Herb complimented the
girl.
Melanie stared at the man quizzically. Then she suddenly winced and
groaned aloud when her Handler stepped beside the Defloration Stand, and
after sampling a little of the mixture of semen and vaginal fluids that
seeped from within her, he casually pushed his middle finger into her anal
passage until his palm came to rest against her damp buttocks.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit," Herb ordered. "I was about to commend you for
maintain an acceptable degree of silence during your recent coupling with
Brent. Let's not backslide, OK?" he scolded as he rotated his impaling
digit in the teenager's tight little rectum. Then to his partner he said,
"Brent, will you take Presence for a minute while I attend to Miss Nesbit's
medical needs?"
"Sure thing, Herb," Brent replied good naturedly as the two men traded
places. Melanie was empty for only a fraction of a second. Then Herb
crossed the room to a big cabinet.
When he returned he carried in one hand a pneumatic vaccination gun and
in the other, a couple of small glass vials. While Brent continued to
probe Melanie's anal passage with his thick index finger, Herb attached one
of the two vials to the handle of the auto-injector. Then with no warning
what so ever, Herb pressed the tip of the gun to Melanie's right buttock
and squeezed the trigger.
"Snick..." the gun reported.
"Oww!" Melanie squeaked in surprise.
"Hush now, Miss Nesbit. You know that didn't hurt one bit," her Handler
chided.
"What did you do to me?" the teenager ventured a timid question.
Herb decided not to reprimand the girl for speaking out of turn this
time. "I have just administered a dose of our specialized contraceptive."
Melanie's mouth fell open. Suddenly it dawned upon her what that strange,
hot feeling in her tummy might have been. "It's a rather unique drug,
really," Herb went on in a conversational tone of voice. "We find it to be
highly effective in preventing unwanted pregnancy, but should we desire to
fertilize you, a simple injection of an antidote will counteract the drugs
effectiveness, rendering you immediately able to conceive."
"You mean you might...?" Melanie couldn't finish her sentence. She was
suddenly terrified.
"Yes, indeed, Miss Nesbit. If we think that it will be beneficial to
your training that you become pregnant, then by all means, we will see to
it that you are fertilized." Herb paused to allow the information to settle
in. "But I wouldn't worry about that right now. You won't have to be
concerned with becoming pregnant, I promise you. So you'll be able to
devote all of your attentions to your lovers."
While he spoke to the stunned youngster, Herb removed the empty vial
from his auto-injector and replaced it with another.
"Thelazine?" Brent asked casually nodding toward the vaccination gun in
his partner's hand.
"Yeah, I figure we might as well get her started." He turned toward the
blond teenager lying on the table before him.
"Noo," she implored him as Herb moved the tip toward her fanny.
"Snick...."
"What was that?" Melanie whined as she reached back with one hand and
gingerly rubbed her bottom.
At first, her Handler didn't answer. Instead, he turned and crossed the
room to return the vaccination gun to its cabinet. When he came back, he
smiled at his young charge for a moment then said, "Miss Nesbit, you are
going to be a very busy young lady during the next few months. There will
be times when you will entertain several young men during the course of a
day. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked the girl.
"I...I... but..." Melanie was too stunned to answer, but if she
understood the man correctly, these people were going to make her have sex
again. A lot!
The second injection you have just received will assist you in your
efforts to become good friends with whomever we place you with each day.
What Melanie had been given was her first monthly dosage of Thelazine.
Thelazine is nothing short of a miracle drug. It is not an aphrodisiac in
the sense that it does not affect the emotional or mental state of the
subject. The TYTC researchers and chemists decided that in order to ensure
that subjects would be cooperative, and even submissive, their new compound
should affect the sensory nervous system and endocrine system and leave the
subjects' mental state unaltered. Thelazine influences a young lady's
sense of touch, specifically in those areas of her anatomy which pertain to
reproduction. Using complex processes of inductive stimulation far too
involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine provides delicate
augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known as the
erogenous zones. These chemical enhancements are virtually undetectable to
the female unless and until these areas of her anatomy are in turn awakened
by outside, or inside as the case may be, stimuli. At that time, Thelazine
gently "encourages" the subject to "listen" and respond to the natural
messages her body sends to her. Cooperation is achieved through totally
instinctive processes inherent in every female. The truly splendid
property of Thelazine is that its effects are so subtle, that in the end
the subject believes she is cooperating of her own free will. Thelazine
helps the young ladies who come to TYTC make that crucial transition from
victim to participant with far less difficulty and anguish.
"So, I believe we're done here," Herb said after a moment. "I want you
to stand up, please, Miss Nesbit," he instructed the young girl.
Melanie groaned softly as she slowly slide off of the Defloration Stand
and stood up. She was pretty sore. Brent followed her movements, taking
care to keep his index finger implanted deeply in her rear end.
"I'll take her from here, Brent," Herb said good naturedly. "Many
thanks for your able assistance. I'm sure Miss Nesbit will remember you."
He smiled at the girl and winked at his partner. Then with practiced ease,
the two Handlers traded places in Melanie's back side.
"She's all yours," Brent said as he wiped his finger on a hand towel.
"Where's our little lady headed first?"
"Well, first she's gotta get fitted for a CAP Device, then I believe the
Headmaster wants to see both of the Nesbit girls in his quarters."
"Ah ha," I thought Adam had a gleam in his eye for these two," Brent
said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess so," Herb responded. "So I suppose I'd better get her
bathed as well. The boss will probably keep them all night, I suspect."
"Yup, make her nice for him. He needs a break every now and then. God
knows he deserves it," Brent said turning for the door. "Take care, Herb.
I'll see you later." He left.
That thing they'd put into her butt made her tummy ache, and her back
and legs too. Melanie waddled rather uncomfortably along behind her
Handler who led her by the hand down the long corridor like a little kid.
The bath felt pretty good, although, Melanie wasn't at all happy about
being bathed in front of a group of people. To make matters worse, the
person assigned to bathe her was no more than a boy himself. Melanie
suspected he might have been even younger than she. In any case, the boy
had taken a very long time bathing her and a great deal of pleasure in
touching her all over in the process. Melanie couldn't remember ever being
more embarrassed in her life.
"Here we are, Miss Nesbit," her Handler said as he stopped before an
unmarked door. "The Headmaster is expecting you, my dear," Herb said
almost cheerfully as he entered the code sequence into the keypad. The
door hissed open silently. Herb pulled Melanie forward then ushered her
through. "I'll be back for you in the morning, young lady," Melanie's
Handler said just before the door closed between them.
The young teenager stood staring at the closed door for several moments
before turning. She was, of course unclothed, and stood hugging herself in
the cool air of the big comfortable looking apartment. The room was
deathly quiet. Melanie wasn't at all sure what she was supposed to do next
as she peered about pensively.
"Hello," she said at last in a tiny voice.
The room remained silent. Several minutes passed while the pretty teen
stood there uncertain of how to proceed. At last her innate curiosity got
the best of her, and Melanie padded toward an open door across what must be
the living room. The door led to a small kitchen. No one was there
either.
"What now?" Melanie whispered to herself. Then she heard a sound. It
came from the direction of a hallway that opened into the living area
immediately to her left.
"Hello," Melanie called softly from the entrance to the dimly lit
corridor. There was no answer, but she was certain that she heard the
sound running water. Cautiously she crept down the short hallway until she
reached the end. The sounds were louder now, and without a doubt they came
from the door to her right. Driven on by curiosity alone, Melanie reached
for the knob, and quickly realized that there was none.
"What the?" she muttered and was about to turn to leave, although she
had no idea where she was going to go. Before returning to the living room
and an uncertain future, however, the inquisitive youngster leaned her head
closer to the door in an attempt to maybe figure out what was going on in
the room behind. In so doing, Melanie placed the palm of her left hand
onto the smooth surface of the door. Abruptly the door hissed open,
sliding silently into a recess in the wall, and eliciting a startled squeak
from the nervous little blond.
Melanie peeked through the open doorway for several moments, reluctant
to step into what was obviously a bedroom. What she'd heard earlier was
now unmistakably the sound of a shower running. It came from an open door
to her left, the bathroom, no doubt. Melanie was quite anxious. Directly
in front of her, against the far wall of the room, was a very big bed, and
in it lay a small figure covered with a sheet. Even from across the room,
something about the person looked familiar.
It has been said that identical twins share a mystical common awareness
unknown to others. Whatever the reason, Melanie knew a with certainty that
it was her sister, Marina lying there in that bed. Without a thought for
her personal security, Melanie stole across the room to the side of the
bed. She was correct in her assumption that the person in the bed was
indeed her twin sister.
Marina Nesbit's thick blond hair framed her pretty face against the
background of the dark copper colored satin pillowcase. She appeared to be
sleeping peacefully.
"Marina?" Melanie whispered. "Marina, can you hear me. Wake up," she
implored her slumbering sibling a bit louder. In the background, the
sounds of running water ceased, but Melanie didn't notice, so intent was
she upon rousing her sister. "Wake up, Marina. It's me, Melanie," the
girl said more insistently, as she shook her sister gently by her shoulder.
The pretty blond girl in the bed stirred. Then after a moment she
slowly opened her eyes. "Are you OK, Marina?" Melanie said in a hushed
voice. "I was so worried about you. These men, this place," she went on,
hugging herself again. Melanie glanced quickly around the room. Then she
realized that her sister hadn't responded to her at all. "Marina?" Melanie
called to her sister as she gazed down at her.
Marina Nesbit was awake. Her blue eyes were open, but they appeared
dull and lifeless, and she wore an empty expression which characterized a
distinct lack of recognition as she smiled dumbly up at Melanie.
"Marina? What are we going to do, Marina?" Melanie asked of her more
outgoing and assertive sister. It wasn't Marina who answered Melanie's
question, however.
What Melanie didn't know was that her sister had remained obstinate and
combative throughout her entire orientation period. Even after having
spent several hours in the company of several TYTC Associates, the head
strong Nesbit girl still refused to cooperate. So when it came time to
deliver her to the Headmaster who desired some well deserved recreation and
relaxation, Marina Nesbit was given an injection of a specialized compound
to help her become more emotionally accommodating. In addition, her dosage
of Thelazine was adjusted slightly higher to ensure that the obstinate
teenager responded more quickly to her inherent feminine impulses.
"To answer your question, Miss Nesbit," a familiar voice spoke from
across the room. "You two young ladies and I are going to spend some
quality time together."
Startled, Melanie looked in the direction of the voice and saw Adam
North, the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center, moving toward her. He
wore a knee length emerald green robe, and as he approached he finished
drying his hair with a big plush bath towel. Tossing the towel onto the
floor at the foot of the bed, North stepped in front of Melanie.
Completely unabashedly, the man placed his right hand on the naked
teenager's shoulder. "And how are you, Miss Nesbit? I trust you've been
treated well so far," he said as he gently took Melanie by the chin and
raised her troubled eyes to his. Then, practicing the standard greeting
procedure, North dropped his hand from Melanie's face.
"Nnnn," the distressed teenager whined as his finger tips slipped into
her warm pubic curls then pressed firmly upward against her resilient
flesh. Instinctively Melanie tried to pull away from him.
"Stand still, Miss Nesbit and be silent!" North barked with such
authority that the agitated girl froze instantly. "That's much better," he
said in a softer tone as he rubbed her slowly. "Your Handler tells me that
you've been very cooperative so far. Let's not spoil things now, shall
we." North held the frightened teenager's gaze locked to his like a sparrow
before a viper. "I understand that you accepted your first lover this
morning, Miss Nesbit," the Headmaster continued in a conversational tone of
voice as he slipped his middle finger between the heavy folds of her labia
majora. North heard her inhale sharply when his finger tip touched her
special place. "Were you nice to him, Miss Nesbit?" he asked smiling down
at her condescendingly. Her hips jerked reflexively as the Headmaster
swirled his finger over the tiny shroud covering Melanie's clitoris.
"Answer me, Miss Nesbit," North demanded. "Were you nice to your first
lover? Did you behave yourself, young lady?"
Melanie blushed hotly. She'd never felt so vulnerable and so
humiliated. At last she was able to tear her eyes from his. Melanie looked
away. "Uh huh," she answered so softly that she could barely be heard.
"Look at me, Miss Nesbit," North corrected her harshly. As her eyes
darted back to his he quoted one of the Non-negotiable Standards of TYTC.
"Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners
while being attended to."
After what seemed like an eternity, the man removed his hand from
Melanie. Then placing both hands onto her shoulders, North turned the
troubled teen and peeked behind her. "Ah, I see that you've been fitted
with your CAP Device, my dear," he commented almost jovially. He dropped
his right hand down and started to rub her firm buttocks. Then with his
finger tips, he twisted the hard composite instrument that protruded from
between the curvaceous cheeks of Melanie's little bottom, causing the
girl's knees to grow momentarily weak. North read the numeral "5" embossed
on the side of its exposed butt end.
"I know, it feels a little foreign at the moment, but you'll get used to
it in no time at all. I promise. Why pretty soon, you'll swear that you
were born with a CAP back there, and you'll feel empty without it. You'll
see."
Then North gazed into the deep blue pools of Melanie Nesbit's innocence
and said, "Why don't you hop into bed with your pretty sister, and the
three of us will get to know each other a little better." He gave her a
fatherly smile. Then, ignoring her worried expression North added, "By the
way, don't be alarmed if your sister seems a little woozy. You see, she's
been, shall we say, less than cooperative so far. So my associates were
forced to give her a little something to help her be nice just like her
sister." He winked at Melanie. "Now, into bed with you, young lady," the
Headmaster said as he turned Melanie and patted her playfully on the
bottom.
"And what a pretty bottom it is," North thought to himself as the young
girl crawled reluctantly onto his bed, her flawless skin and luscious blond
hair luminous against the background of copper colored satin.
Melanie knelt on the satin sheet beside her sister and gazed down at
Marina . She hadn't moved a muscle since Melanie'd found her, and she
still wore the same faraway smile. "Can she hear me?" Melanie asked
turning to look back over her shoulder at North.
"Yes, Miss Nesbit, your sister can hear you perfectly well. She'll just
be a little slow in putting her thoughts together for awhile, that's all.
Now why don't you do me a big favor and pull the sheet back so we can have
a better look at her."
Melanie stared at the older man questioningly. "Huh?" she asked lamely.
"I said, Miss Nesbit. I want for you to please pull the sheet down and
uncover your sister for me. Then I would like for you to lie down on your
back beside her. Will you do that for me now, please." It was not a
request. His tone of voice had become hard.
Melanie knew that she had very few options available to her. So far all
of the men she'd encountered after coming to this strange place were very
decisive and not to be toyed with, and she remembered quite clearly how her
sister Marina had fared during their initial interview. This man in
particular, she knew, was one to be obeyed without question. Slowly
Melanie Nesbit pulled the smooth satin from her sister's body, while Adam
North looked on approvingly. Then he took a seat on the edge of the bed
and waited while the more demure twin arranged herself next to her
unresponsive sister.
"What a marvelous sight they were. Two identical little beauties, side
by side," North mused. It was extremely rare that he would fraternize with
the Guests, but occasionally the Headmaster like any healthy male, enjoyed
a little distraction from his otherwise busy life.
Today alone, he'd processed four new inductees not including the Nesbit
twins. Thankfully the interviews had been uneventful, relatively speaking,
of course. In fact, Marina Nesbit had been the most difficult young lady
of the group. There had naturally been plenty of screaming and crying and
what have you, but North was pretty much immune to that sort of thing by
now, comfortable in the knowledge that in a very short time all of the new
inductees would acclimate to their new surroundings and duties. It's just
the way it was at TYTC.
But even the security North enjoyed from the simple fact that The Youth
Training Center, under his leadership, boasted a one hundred percent
success rate, came with a price tag. His position as director and
Headmaster of the Center required that he deal with a large number of young
women who were totally unschooled and behaving at their very worst, and in
addition, he had innumerable administrative duties and pressures. After
all, North had investors to answer to. Not to mention staffing issues,
security problems, and on, and on, ad infinitum. Lately there had been a
rash of yeast infections among the Guests that had taken a good bit of his
energy to resolve. North needed some R&R.
So, from time to time, if a particular Guest caught his eye, the
Headmaster would make arrangements to spend a little time with the girl.
In the case of the Nesbit Twins, North knew from the moment he first laid
eyes on the two blond youngsters, that he would get to know the Nesbit
sisters a lot better.
Adam North crawled slowly onto the big bed and moved until he knelt
between the legs of the two darling young ladies. Everything about the
girls was the same, he noted, except that where Marina smiled up at him
rather blankly, Melanie Nesbit wore an expression of concern. "Smile for
me, my dear," he said, placing his hand on her knee. "You're such a pretty
girl, and we're going to have a wonderful night, just the three of us." He
squeezed her knee affectionately.
Slowly, Melanie did as she was told. Although she didn't feel the least
bit like smiling at the moment.
"That's much better," North murmured as he briefly gazed down at the two
lovely young girls. Then without hesitation North placed one hand on the
inside of each young lady's leg and slid them slowly upward over their
flawless skin until he reached the warm, moist juncture of their thighs.
Melanie's hips jerked slightly when he touched her, but the only
reaction he received from Marina was that her expression clouded a bit.
Obviously, through the cocktail of drugs that flowed through her system,
the once obstinate teenager realized she was being touched in a very
private place.
North was pleased to discover that in addition to looking alike, the
Nesbit sisters also felt the same. Both young ladies were blessed with
nicely plump vulva. Their heavy labia majora were gilded with a sparse
covering of soft golden curls, rather than the usual tight ringlets of
coarser pubic fur.
"Raise your knees and spread your legs, please, Melanie," the Headmaster
instructed her, calling her by her first name for the first time. Removing
his hand from Melanie, the man in charge helped her sister to do the same.
Then when both young ladies lay spread before him, North continued his
tactile examination. North quickly discovered as he palpated the firm
folds of flesh down to where they joined just below the vaginal portal that
the twin girls were marvelously resilient to the touch. Marina, feeling
the effects of her Thelazine, unconsciously pushed herself against his
hand, while Melanie, North was pleased to see, struggled to maintain a
nervous smile. She blushed hotly.
With the middle finger of each hand, Adam North vaginally entered the
Nesbit Twins. Two soft inhales of breath were heard as two shapely little
bottoms raised ever so slightly upward off the mattress. Almost
simultaneously, North was treated to two surprisingly strong vaginal
embraces as the two siblings instinctively clutched his probing digits.
Both youngsters were gratifyingly moist. North attributed Marina Nesbit's
degree of self-lubrication to her increased dosage of Thelazine. Melanie,
on the other hand, was surprisingly wet, considering her situation. North
made a mental note of this as he went about exploring the girls manually
for several minutes. As reported by her Handler, Melanie Nesbit made no
attempt to resist or protest his invasion upon her person, and North was
pleased to note that the designer tranquillizing agent that had been
administered to the troublesome Marina was working quite acceptably. Just
a few hours earlier, North had personally witnessed the young lady's
wrathful insubordination during her Induction Interview, or "Double I" as
it was called. Now she remained docile and accepting as he continued his
tactile investigation of her vaginal interior.
Glancing down at first one girl, then the other, North noticed the dark
cylindrical ends of their CAP Devices wedged neatly between the cheeks of
their little bottoms. Removing his fingers from the sisters, North took
each of their anal appliances gently in his finger tips. He watched both
young lady's facial expression become instantly introspective when he began
to slowly rotated the dense composite inserts within the confines of their
rectal passages.
Then looking directly at Melanie, North said quite unexpectedly, "I want
you to please sit up then get onto your hands and knees between your
sister's legs, Melanie." Seeing her curious and slightly alarmed
expression, North quickly followed his request with a more direct order.
"Do it now, please, my dear." Very slowly the more demure Nesbit girl
complied with his wishes. She gave him several nervous glances as North
helped guide her by the hips until she was in position. Then he said,
"Move your knees apart, please, Melanie." North got to his knees and moved
behind the little girl. He parted his robe. "Look back at me over your
right shoulder, Miss Nesbit," North instructed. Slowly the young girl
turned her face to his, and the very moment that her eyes met his, Adam
North entered her. The look on Melanie Nesbit's face was priceless, and
North would remember her expression of surprise and wonder for a long, long
time as after two shallow preparatory thrusts, the Headmaster of TYTC
progressed into the lovely fourteen year old farther than she would have
dreamed possible on only her second time with a man. The youngster
shuddered around North's considerable manhood, as her blue eyes became wide
with stunned astonishment. She opened her mouth to cry out, but North
anticipated her reaction.
"Silence, Miss Nesbit," he cautioned the girl. The he said. "Face your
sister, please, Miss Nesbit." He held still, allowing her to adjust to his
presence. "Look how pretty she is," North added, as he gazed down at the
other young blond.
Slowly, Melanie turned and looked down at Marina. Her woozy sister
smiled up at her stupidly. Whether or not Marina realized that her twin
sister was being made love to at that very moment was anyone's guess.
Melanie trembled noticeably as her lover began to move inside of her.
"Drop down on your elbows, Miss Nesbit," the Headmaster ordered.
"Wha...?" she started to ask as she turned and looked back at the man.
What came out was more of a gasp, when her older lover abruptly pushed
himself even more deeply into her. Melanie felt herself stretch around
him. "On your elbows, young lady!" the man ordered flatly.
Reluctantly Melanie did as she was told. She had an uncomfortable
feeling about this recent turn of events. She turned and looked at her
sister. She was very close to Marina. So close, in fact, that Melanie
detected a distinctly musky female scent coming from between her legs.
"I want you to kiss your sister now, please, Miss Nesbit," he ordered.
She started to rise in order to comply with his wishes, but with a hand
between her shoulders, North held her down. "I said kiss your sister, Miss
Nesbit."
Turning her head, she looked back at him with an expression of
confusion. "But?" she began.
"Kiss your sister between her legs, Miss Nesbit," North clarified for
the youngster.
"Huh?" she said still gazing back at him. Melanie was thoroughly
confused.
"Lean down and cover your sister's genitals with your mouth. Then use
your tongue to lick her down there," North explained patiently as he held
still within Melanie again for a moment. Her expression changed abruptly
to one of obvious distress.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I just couldn't," Melanie whined pitifully.
"Yes you can, Miss Nesbit, and you will. Immediately, please," North
instructed in a no nonsense tone of voice. As he did so, he grasped the
end of Melanie's CAP Device which was readily accessible should it be
needed. North tapped it's end with the tips of his fingers.
The space-age composite from which the CAP's are fabricated is an
excellent conductor of mechanical energy. To Melanie his light tapping
felt like he was hammering directly on the tip of her spine. The thudding
pressure, caused Melanie to inhale sharply. Slowly the reluctant teenager
turned and stared down at her sister's widely splayed thighs. Between the
folds of her ample labia sparkled her moist inner domain. Melanie felt
sick as she leaned closer.
"Extend your tongue between her outer lips, Miss Nesbit, and press your
lips and nose against her. North instructed as he began to make love to
the fourteen year old once more. He used the slow even thrusts that he
knew would allow him to manage Melanie's state of arousal. With each
ingress, however, he pressed his hips forward against her firm buttocks,
causing her nubile body to rock to and fro. North knew exactly when
Melanie made contact with her muzzy young sister, because Marina Nesbit's
blue eyes widened noticeably. "That's a good girl," North murmured his
approval as he rocked her forward and back. His cadence was transferred
through Melanie's extended tongue directly to her sister's most sensitive
tissues. The net effect was that Adam North made love to both of the
Nesbit twins at the same time. All in all, it was an extremely pleasant
experience for the Headmaster of The Youth Training Center.
The evening went very well. Both young girls cooperated reasonably
well, Melanie in particular. Both sisters responded to his attentions
about as one might expect of an inexperienced girl of fourteen.
Marina Nesbit was difficult at first, but since her Principal Handler
had seen fit to increase the dosages of her medications, the otherwise
troublesome teenager was more accommodating than North would have presumed.
Melanie Nesbit proved to be a very passionate and capable lover for a
girl her age, lending credence to the belief that more demure young ladies
are often quite tempestuous in bed when given the right motivation.
North satisfied himself with each of the Nesbit girls several times over
the course of the evening. At one point he removed Melanie's CAP Device
and entered her anally. The youngster groaned pitifully at first, because
North's manhood was quite a bit larger than the size five device she wore,
but eventually Melanie dilated enough to accommodate him, proving once more
that even very young girls can manage to contain a considerable mass if
they are allowed the time to acclimate to the load.
Adam North awake the following morning, refreshed and invigorated. On
either side of him in his big bed lay his two petite lovers. Their small
bodies were warm and soft against him. The bed clothes were a wreck, and
Adam chucked to himself as he recalled a couple of his more athletic
escapades from the evening before. North moved a hand and stroked the soft
hair of one of the girls. He wasn't sure which.
Again he chuckled softly. "They were so much alike, yet so different,"
he mused comfortably. Marina had fought weakly against him at first, but
had eventually become more willing. Melanie had taken him in without
hesitation and then had become an active participant in their love making,
encouraging him to escalate the intensity of his attentions.
North needed to get up. He had another busy day ahead of him, but the
two teenagers slumbered on. They had to be exhausted. North took a deep
breath, inhaling the heady sweetness of his two young lovers. He recalled
thinking at their Induction Interview that the Client for whom these two
little beauties were being prepared was a very lucky man. "Indeed he was.
Indeed he was," North mused.
"Wake up, sleepy heads," the Headmaster of the Youth Training Center
whispered to one sweet girl then the other. He shook them gently. "It's
time to get up, ladies. "You two have a busy day ahead of you."
North was surprised to note that he felt a momentary pang of what must
have been jealousy when he considered the number of willing young men that
these two lovely girls would entertain during their stay with the Center.
He was grateful that he'd taken the time to enjoy The Nesbit twins when he
did, for Melanie and Marina would soon undergo a rather drastic but
necessary transformation. By the time the two girls were delivered to
their new Life Companion, they will have evolved into Fully Functional
Females, eager to take their rightful place in their new family setting.
End... SM
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