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Subject: {ASSM} RP: "TYTC 5.1 - The Candidates" - 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.
Prelude
Examples of the degree of professionalism and extent of training
demonstrated by the individuals who make up the Corps of Handlers of The
Youth Training Center are numerous indeed. This chapter of the TYTC story
chronicles the exhaustive training regimens and extensive education that
each Handler Candidate receives before he is authorized to attend to our
Guests.
The Candidates - Part 5.1 By - The StoryMaster Contributing Editor - Don
D.
The following ad appeared at few discrete web sites around the country:
Applications from discerning gentleman of all ages are being accepted
for long term teaching positions in a highly specialized, rapid growth
field. Interested parties may contact The Youth Training Center at
TYTC@tytc.org. Anonymity assured through secure proxy server.
From the four hundred or so resumes received over the course of the ten
days that the ad ran, seventeen applicants were selected for consideration.
From this group, perhaps a dozen would eventually join the elite ranks of
the Corps of Handlers of The Youth Training Center, Inc..
"Good morning, gentlemen," a big man dressed in white coveralls said,
addressing the group of men from a raised dias at the front of the room.
"If I may have your attention, we'll try to get started with our
orientation." The room instantly went from a cacophony of voices to a
hushed silence. "On behalf of The Youth Training Center, I want to take
this opportunity to welcome you and to congratulate you on being chosen to
participate in this year's Handler Candidate Program. My name is Alex." He
paused and looked from one face to the next, making eye contact with each
and every man in the room. "The Headmaster of our organization sends his
warmest regards. Each of you met Mr. North at your personal interview,
and he asked that I extend to you his sincere vote of confidence. If it
weren't for him, none of us would be here. It is he who makes it possible
for each of you to embark upon this fascinating and challenging new life,"
the man in white spoke earnestly. He paused again for effect. "As you
probably know," he continued, "You men were drawn from a much larger group
of applicants, over four hundred, to be exact." Whispers erupted from the
audience. Clearing his throat, Alex went on, "You were chosen for many
reasons. Not the least being your coolness of character. During the
interview process, each of you demonstrated a high degree of emotional
control and aloofness. It is this trait more than any other, that we look
for in a Handler Candidate." Alex fell silent for a moment. More whispers
from the young men seated before him. "Not all of you here will wear the
white coveralls, unfortunately," he said, instantly gaining the full
attention of every man in the room. "During the next few months, you will
be introduced to concepts and experiences that some of you will find
abhorrent." Murmurs arose from the young candidates. Holding up his hand,
Alex continued, "I realize that at this moment, each one of you believes
that he will be selected. It is this sort of zeal that we expect.
However, in the fifteen years that we've been training young men like
yourselves to become the instruments of our new world order, we have seen
many fail. That which you will see and learn here requires a man to
cultivate a special kind of dedication, and an unshakeable belief in the
fundamental doctrines of this organization. I hope, as does every member
of our staff, that all of you will succeed, but I would be negligent in my
commitment to this candidate program were I not to mention the possibility
of inadequacy."
Alex's trained eye instantly picked out those individuals who's eyes
flared at his choice of words. "Excellent," he thought to himself. "We
have an impressive group of young men here."
"So," Alex said with a warm smile. "That having been said, I expect you
all to give nothing less than your very best. From this moment on, you
will be graded upon your efficiency and thoroughness. I am confident that
you will all do well."
The man in white turned and stepped down from the raised platform which
silently lowered into an unseen recess in the floor. As he walked to the
side of the room, all eyes followed him. Alex stepped behind a polished
wood lectern and the room lights dimmed. A wall sized monitor slowly
lowered from the ceiling as the Chief Handler of The Youth Training Center
began to speak.
"During the interview process you were each given a brief overview of
the purpose and operation of The Youth Training Center." A floor plan of
the complex appeared on the monitor. "Built nearly twenty years ago, the
entire facility lies deep underground," Alex explained. "There is but one
entry portal which is securely guarded twenty-four hours a day." A flashing
"X" marked the location of the entryway of which Alex spoke. Contained
within its walls lies a completely self-sufficient community, capable of
providing for the needs of both our Guests and our staff. In addition to
administrative space such as the conference room in which you are seated,"
Alex lectured. As he spoke an area on the layout plan glowed red,
indicating their current location. "We house several extremely well
equipped laboratories, a complete medical facility, including examination
and treatment rooms." Areas on the computerized floor plan glowed briefly
then winked out as Alex's dissertation moved from one section to the next.
"We employ a medical staff that rivals many small hospitals," Alex added
proudly. "We maintain a gymnasium equipped with the most sophisticated
exercise apparatus that money can buy, including some highly specialized
machinery of our own design and construction. Our research and development
department sees to it that our staff is equipped with the kind of cutting
edge technology they require to carry out their duties and responsibilities
to our Guests on a daily basis," he explained. "There are additional areas
reserved for the entertainment of both our Guests and staff members. Ample
living arrangements are of course provided for Guests and staff alike in
the form of dormitories and private quarters. Unique Engagement Chambers
have been set up for more specialized activities along with class rooms,
training rooms and a very complete library. In short, gentlemen," Alex
contended, "The Youth Training Center will provide you with everything that
you could possibly require in order for you to perform your assignments and
accomplish our mission. Gentlemen, welcome to your new home," Alex
declared grandly. Then he delayed for several minutes while the room
lights came up and the young men in his audience chatted quietly and
excitedly amongst themselves.
A small, hidden spotlight winked on, brilliantly illuminating the Chief
Handler where he stood beside the lectern. His clean, white coveralls
fairly gleamed, capturing the eye of every man in the room. "Let's
continue, shall we," Alex said calmly. "We have a lot of ground to cover
this morning." The background chatter faded quickly. "I mentioned
accomplishing a mission," he began, speaking in a clear and businesslike
tone of voice. "That is precisely how we view our operation here at TYTC.
We have a mission, and I believe that mission is best described in the
Credo and Mission Statement of The Youth Training Center." Lifting a piece
of paper from the lectern, Alex read the following:
"At TYTC, we believe that today's 'modern woman' has become misaligned.
Everything we see in the media today places the physical beauty of the
female of our species upon an unreachable pedestal. Males, on the other
hand, are frequently portrayed as buffoons, and are the only social group
left that can be ridiculed and still maintain political correctness. We
make it our business to remedy this embarrassing situation and restore the
female to her proper position in society. Our methods are not cruel. Not
a single one of our Guests has ever been harmed. Our training philosophy
is based upon the premiss that, 'Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus
by a partner or apparatus, employing the proper techniques, for an adequate
period of time, any female, regardless of the circumstances of her
involvement, will eventually become an active and willing participant in
the association.'"
Alex placed the document onto the top of the lectern. Then after a
thoughtful pause, he continued. "During your training, gentlemen, you will
be introduced to young ladies of all ages and from all walks of life. Most
of these young women are here as a result of our team of Collectors. Some
of you may elect later to specialize in Collection Technique and go on to
train for this vital roll. A Collector's job is to go out into the general
population and procure for us subjects who either conform to the profile of
a female best suited to conditioning, or young ladies fitting specific
requirements of a Client or Clients. For whatever reason she is
appropriated, she will no doubt arrive here in a state of confusion and
fear. More often than not, she will be highly agitated and often extremely
hostile," Alex explained to his attentive audience. "It is our mission
then, to help our unhappy new Guest to realize her true purpose, her raison
d'etre, if you will." The Chief Handler paused and sipped water from a
glass he retrieved from behind the lectern. "As I mentioned earlier," Alex
continued. "At TYTC we work with young ladies of all ages."
Turning, Alex gestured in the direction of the big floor to ceiling flat
screen monitor. "Kindly direct your attention to the display, gentlemen,"
he requested. The image of a cute young girl appeared as Alex continued
his narrative.
"This sweet child, gentlemen is named C.J." All eyes turned to the
monitor. "C.J. came to us at ten and a half years of age." Alex took
careful note of the expressions on the various faces at the mention of the
girl's age. "The circumstances of her enrollment at TYTC are not unusual.
She was placed into the hands of our Collection Team by her step-father who
wished to have her prepared by us for his personal enjoyment," the Chief
Handler explained. "Like so many youngsters in C.J.'s approximate age
group, she adapted well to our program. We have found that young ladies in
their formative years are not only impressionable, they are also very
curious. The only real challenge for a Handler is to overcome the young
girl's initial misgivings and gain her trust. Once she discovers that she
will not be harmed, she becomes not only trusting, but indeed willing and
even eager to learn. You will spend many classroom hours studying the
psychology behind the successful seduction. You will learn how to guide
her around the many pitfalls of parental and social conditioning. Judging
from some of the looks I see out there," Alex said with a wry smile, "some
of you may need to deal with your own social conditioning." Several faces
in the audience flushed red. "I can assure you right now, gentlemen, that
many of our Guests are quite young. If the idea of working with an
adolescent causes you discomfort, I urge you to reconsider the path you've
chosen."
Alex fell silent while he studied the group of Handler Candidates seated
nearby. From what he'd read in their dossiers, most were in their early to
mid-thirties. Two were quite a bit younger, while four men in the group
who were forty years of age and older. During Alex's tenure at the Center,
he'd trained candidates of all ages. In his experience, he found that the
younger men tended to be more ambitious and dominating, two distinctly
valuable traits in a Handler. However, the more venerable gentlemen were,
as a rule, more patient and thorough. Some problematic Guests require the
degree of tolerance and perseverance that only a more mature man can
provide. Oddly enough, it is the younger candidates who seem to have the
most difficulty dealing with under age females. As if to confirm his past
observations, Alex watched the two youngest Handler Candidates squirm in
their seats as the group studied the image of the pretty ten year old on
the monitor. Alex made a mental note.
"C.J. stayed with us for a little over six weeks," Alex went on to
explain to the class. "By the time her step-father returned to take her
home, Miss C.J. Manson had received a very thorough education in the ways
of love. In fact, we have learned through sources that she and her
step-father today enjoy a vibrant and meaningful relationship, and all
thanks to our remarkable program, a program which each of you will soon
come to embrace."
Alex smiled magnanimously. Then as if in answer to an unspoken
question, he added, "Many of you, I'm sure, wish to know whether or not
young Miss C.J. experienced vaginal intercourse while in our care." Alex
refrained from chuckling at the raised eyebrows and expressions of
astonishment on many of the faces before him. "The answer is, of course,
'Yes'." Alex watched his class of candidates carefully again. He could see
that many were showing distinct signs of discomfort. "At her step-father's
request, C.J. was deflowered during her stay with us. It isn't uncommon
actually, for a Client for whom we are preparing a young lady, to request
that we take care of this little detail. Many are worried that
repercussions might occur from what many believe is a traumatic experience.
To a large degree, they are correct in their assumption. Were they to
attempt intercourse with their `special girl' without the prerequisite
training and preparation, there is very little doubt that a disaster would
most probably be the result. Defloration Technique is a subject upon which
you will spend many, many exhaustive hours of study and practice. In
addition to investigating the complex psychological aspects of this
important regimen, you will put your newly acquired knowledge of feminine
anatomy physiology to very good use. By the time you don your 'Whites',
each and every one of you should be completely comfortable developing a
trusting relationship with an adolescent young lady, and then seeing that
relationship through to consummation."
Again, Alex saw many expressions of uneasiness and even distaste on the
faces of his freshman class. The age old effects of society's programming
can be rather difficult to overcome for many young men, impossible for
some. Alex was gratified to see that among the seventeen applicants for
this semester of Handler Candidate Training, three of the men in particular
exhibited no visible signs of apprehension or difficulty in contemplating
an amorous relationship with a minor. In fact, the entire time that Alex
spoke, the trio gazed intently at the image of Miss C.J. Manson. Alex had
little doubt that these three gentlemen would one day wear white.
After a brief respite, during which time many of the young candidates
exchanged furtive glances, the Chief Handler went on with his orientation
lecture. "Although some of you may have some difficulty adjusting to
practices and principles which until now, you've considered to be taboo,
the real challenges arise when dealing with more mature young ladies. In
today's world, the female has acquired an inordinate amount of power and
influence. There are those, as a matter of fact, who believe that every
year we move closer and closer to becoming a matriarchal society. Through
our own lack of foresight, we males are now perilously close to being
dominated by the female of the species." Alex looked around the room in an
attempt to assess the effects his words had on the class. To his great
satisfaction, he saw many set jaws and hardened expressions. "On this, at
least, they all seem to agree," he concluded. "Our unwitting loss of
control over the female has unfortunately resulted in a loss of respect as
well," Alex continued. "In a surprising number of cases today we encounter
examples of disdain and outright contempt. Expressions such as 'boy toy'
are becoming increasingly more widespread. Whereas the adolescent female
maintains an attitude of deference toward a father figure in her life, by
the time they reach their early teenage years, an alarming number of young
ladies today have become 'misaligned' and poisoned by society." Alex paused
again for effect before continuing. He had the attention of every man in
the room. "Ten years ago when a young woman in her teenage years came to
us, she was, as a rule, only slightly less, shall we say, malleable than
Miss Manson, there." Alex nodded toward the pretty girl who's picture
remained on the flat screen. "Today's teenage female, however, is a
different animal. In response to a growing demand for young women age
seventeen and older, the Center is admitting an ever increasing number of
challenging young women. In order to deal effectively with these lovely,
yet recalcitrant products of our society, the Center has been forced to
develop many new training programs. Our research and development team has
been sorely pressed at times to design and construct the equipment
necessary to implement these bold new techniques. As the demand for our
services increases, our staff of qualified Handlers must also grow
proportionately in order to ensure our Clients the very best, most
thoroughly prepared companions." Again he paused. Then with a smile, Alex
continued. "That, gentlemen, is where you come in." The candidates
exchanged excited glances. "We have a new breed of female on our hands.
She's smart. She's resourceful. She's disobedient and contemptuous. You,
gentlemen, represent TYTC's answer to her challenge. Your training will
prepare you, even more so than those who've gone before you, to understand
and deal with today's 'Powerful Woman'. Courses in advanced psychology
will enable you to anticipate her challenges and attempts to deceive and
control. Cutting edge equipment and sophisticated chemical compounds
coupled with contemporary as well as tried and true training methodology
will allow you to effectively manage her transformation into what we refer
to as 'The Fully Functional Female'. We are counting on you, gentlemen,"
Alex declared enthusiastically. "The Youth Training Center is counting on
you to help us to maintain our untarnished record of success, but more
importantly, our society is counting upon you to return us to a more
disciplined and orderly state of existence.
In the back of the room, someone let out an exuberant, "Yeah!" and
instantly the group burst into cheers. Alex let the men enjoy their new
found sense of purpose for several minutes. He watched their faces, their
animated gestures. There was an eagerness about the group which Alex found
exhilarating. When at last, he held up a hand, asking for quiet, Alex felt
as excited as any one of the new recruits.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, may I have your attention once more." It
took several minutes for the group to settle down, but at last Alex was
able to make himself heard. "To conclude this morning's orientation
program, we are fortunate to be able to provide this class with an example
of the type of encounter you will face on a daily basis."
All eyes turned to the front of the room and the ensuing discord that
exploded there. While they looked on, two men dressed in the white
coveralls of a TYTC Handler entered from a side door. Between them a blond
tempest raged.
"Let me go, you bastards!" the girl shrieked at the top of her lungs.
She fought like a wild cat and cursed like a sailor. "God damn you, let go
of me!" She leaned quickly toward her right and managed to bite the hand
that grasped her right wrist. Even from a distance, the new recruits could
see blood begin to trickle from the back of the man's hand. Being a true
professional, however, the Handler did not release his grip on the
struggling blond's wrist. "You son of a bitch!" she shouted. "You
bastards!" The stormy young lady lashed out at the legs of the other man
with her right foot, connecting just below his knee, but since she was
wearing strap leather sandals, she probably injured herself more than the
sturdy staff member. The fact that her attacks were being all but ignored
by her captors seemed to enrage the girl even further.
No one in the audience had as yet gotten a glimpse of her face, as she
struggled mightily but ineffectually with the two large men who restrained
her. She was blond. That much was certain. At least the hair on her head
was blond. She appeared to be fairly strong with a pleasing athletic
build. Her shoulders were broad as were her hips.
"Fuck you!" she screamed and continued to wrench and writhe against the
powerful grips of the two TYTC Handlers. Thus far, she seemed unaware of
her audience.
Alex attempted to speak to the class above the din. "Gentlemen, I'd
like for you to meet Miss Avery Marie Palmer. Miss Palmer is seventeen
years old, and until this morning, she was a senior in high school. She
has been in our care for only two hours, so we are still compiling personal
information on her which will be forthcoming," Alex explained. "As you may
have noticed, Miss Palmer is a healthy and spirited young lady." His last
statement got a chuckle out of the audience. Leaving the podium, Alex
moved purposefully toward the struggling teenager. Then raising his voice,
he spoke to her in an authoritative tone of voice. "Miss Palmer, if we may
have a word with you." Either she didn't hear him, or she chose simply not
to answer. Either way, she continued to kick and curse at the men who
restrained her, ignoring Alex altogether for the moment. "Miss Palmer, if
you would please settle down for a moment, I'd like to introduce you to my
class," Alex said in an even voice. He expressed no excitement, nor did he
raise his voice more than he needed to make himself heard.
Abruptly, as if she'd just now noticed the third man dressed in white
for the first time, Avery shot Alex a startled look. Her gaze quickly
turned hostile, however, and she blurted out, "Who the hell are you?" Then
she added, "Tell these gorillas to let me go, or I'm going to call the
police!" she threatened.
A laugh from the audience got her attention. Turning quickly toward the
origin of the offending student outburst, Alex delivered a silent warning
to all those seated, and not a single man misunderstood his meaning behind
his grey eyed stare. "Further such outbursts would not be tolerated."
"What the.....?" Avery remarked in puzzlement. Momentarily ceasing her
struggles, she gawked stupidly at the seventeen men seated in two orderly
rows not ten feet away. "Who the hell....? What's going on here?" she
managed to ask just before Alex spoke.
"Miss Palmer, if you'll kindly settle down for a moment, the answers to
all of your questions and more will soon become abundantly clear. I
promise you." Alex smiled confidently at the girl.
The pretty, blond teenager stood in silence for several moments, her
eyes darting from the strange men in the audience to the big man who stood
before her. She was breathing heavily as a result of her struggles, and
the rise and fall of her chest was plainly visible beneath her cotton
dress. The fair skin of her shoulders and neck, were flushed with color
from her exertion. "Who are you people?" Avery asked with a bit less
severity. She tried to twist her thin wrists free from the two powerful
men, but quickly realized that she was held firmly in their grasps.
Abandoning her combative efforts for the moment, Avery intuitively turned
on what is referred to as, "The Cute Girl" routine. Rightly deducing that
Alex was the man in charge, the blond directed her pretense of meekness and
innocence toward him. "Please tell them to let me go, and I'll..." But she
fell silent when she saw the big man's patronizing smile.
"Yes, Miss Palmer? Tell us what you'll do," Alex said, maintaining an
even tone. Before she could answer, he turned to his group of Handler
Candidates and commented, "Please pay close attention, gentlemen. This is
important. Please note how Miss Palmer has elected to cease hostilities
for the time being. She has instead decided to prey upon my sense of
compassion by pretending to be sweet and innocent." In the background, the
pretty blond stood dumbfounded, listening to the man in white address the
others. "It's a fascinating ploy when you think about it," Alex continued,
ignoring the girl for the moment. "Just seconds ago, Miss Palmer was
biting and kicking and threatening to kill us all. Now, she expects for us
to believe that she is all sugar and spice and everything nice." Alex saw
several smiles from the ranks of his class. "Now if you or I were to make
such a transparent proposal, we would be instantly rebuffed. The female,
on the other hand, learns from a very early age to utilize her sexuality in
order to influence the male's better judgement. The small voice, the
lilting smile, the puppy dog eyes, all are carefully choreographed and
practiced over the years to hint at paradise yet deliver nothing. At TYTC,
we call this 'The Cute Girl'. You will see it again and again as you begin
to work with our Guests on a one on one basis." Turning back to face Avery,
Alex asked politely, "Now, Miss Palmer, what is it that you are going to do
for us?" He gazed at the young blond calmly. In fact, he was studying her
carefully, monitoring each tiny change of facial expression, noting how she
shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gauging her reactions and
anticipating her responses.
As expected, the pretty teen was confounded by Alex's seeming ability to
predict her behavior. She'd never dealt with a man like this before. All
the other boys and even older men she'd attempted to manipulate had
eventually conceded to her wishes. Confused and somewhat flustered, Avery
stared at the big man in white for what seemed like hours before finally
finding her voice. When she did, however, Avery was shocked at her
response. It was as though she were locked on an unalterable course. Her
only two choices appeared to be aggression or "The Cute Girl". Before she
even knew what she was saying, the well rehearsed bargain spilled from her
lips. "I... I..." she stammered lamely. Then after taking a breath,
Avery turned on the charm saying, "I... If you'll just tell them to let me
go, I... I promise I won't tell anybody about this... this place." Avery
glanced nervously around the conference room for the first time.
It was a big room with several rows of seats, bu only the first two rows
were occupied by the silent group of men who sat watching her closely.
Then she looked beseechingly up at the man whom she thought had to be in
charge. Alex remained silent for a good while. For Avery, his silence was
both disturbing and rather aggravating. The room was silent while she
stood squirming beneath his cool stare. She felt like a little kid waiting
to be reprimanded by a parent. "That's an interesting offer, Miss Palmer,"
the man spoke at last. "We'll certainly take it under advisement, but
before we decide, we'd like to know a little bit more about you." Alex
smiled at the curious look she gave him. "And I'm sure, Miss Palmer, that
you would like to know more about where you are and what the future holds
in store for you. Am I right?" he asked the confused young woman. After a
moment, she nodded lamely. "Very well then," Alex responded with a winning
smile. "Perhaps some introductions are in order. The gentlemen on either
side of you are Luther and Dennis. They are here for your protection as
well as ours," he explained.
Avery looked to her left and then to her right. The two men were
dressed in the identical clothing as the man who addressed her. She tried
again to pull her hands free from their grasps, but to no avail. Looking
up at the man in charge, Avery started to ask why they were holding her.
"But wh....?" was all she managed to get out before Alex cut her off.
"Please remain silent, Miss Palmer," Alex said sternly. It was the
first time he'd used a command tone with the girl, and he was instantly
rewarded with an irritated look. She did, however, do as she was told. A
good sign for one so early in training. "The gentlemen seated before you
are here to learn," Alex explained as he gestured in the direction of the
group of attentive men. Each of them hopes one day to stand where I stand,
addressing a new class of Handler Candidates."
Avery glanced up at Alex and then stared in the direction of the seated
men. She had no idea what was going on. This was, of course, by design.
Alex had no intention of letting the unstable young woman know her true
fate until he was ready.
"Some of these young men, you may get to know quite well," Alex hinted
ominously.
Just then another white clad man entered the room from the left,
carrying a manila file folder. Without a word, he handed the file to Alex,
turned and left the way he'd come in. Alex opened the folder and leafed
through a few pages before closing it, turning and placing it atop the
podium. Then to his class he announced, "Well, gentlemen, it appears that
we have some further information on Miss Avery Marie Palmer. She has
indeed just turned seventeen. Her birthday was last month as a matter of
fact." He smiled at the girl. "Miss Palmer is five feet, seven inches tall
and weighs one hundred, twenty-two pounds." Continuing, Alex offered the
following personal information to the group while Avery listened from
behind him in growing horror, "Miss Palmer is in excellent health and is
quite fit. According to her records, she was a member of her school
running club. As a sidebar, Miss Palmer was also an honor student," Alex
added.
Avery was becoming increasingly apprehensive particularly due the man's
repeated use of the past tense when describing her school life. Then the
first bomb dropped.
"As I mentioned a moment ago, Miss Palmer maintains herself in good
physical condition through regular exercise. She has what we consider to
be a good utilitarian body with strong shoulders, and a narrow waist.
Additionally, Miss Palmer's hips appear to be quite broad, indicative of
good pelvic capacity. Her measurements are reported to be 33-24-37, but we
will, of course, confirm this information later."
"What the....?" Avery gasped. "The man was sharing some very personal
stuff with the group of total strangers. How dare he!" she thought to
herself. She was about to voice her displeasure when the man went on with
his embarrassing narrative.
Alex, of course, noticed the girl's attempted outburst, but realizing it
was still early in her training, he decided to allow the infraction to go
unpunished. The fact was, Avery was so new that she hadn't yet undergone
her Induction Interview or Double "I" as it was fondly referred to. This
was, as a rule, the very first item on a new inductee's agenda. It just so
happened, though, that the timing was perfect in Avery's case for her to be
allowed to serve as an example for a brand new class of Handler Candidates.
"According to our recently acquired records on Miss Palmer, she was
dating a football player and is currently sexually active. Is that right,
Miss Palmer?" Alex turned and stared questioningly at the shocked teenager.
Avery was stunned, and not for the last time. "Who are these people?"
she wondered apprehensively. "How could they possibly know about...
about..., you know," her perplex thoughts cried. She caught herself
blushing as she gazed into the discerning faces of the group of men seated
before her.
Without waiting for her reply, the ominous man in charge continued.
"Miss Palmer's records show that she receives regular gynecological
checkups, which is good news indeed. I do not see, however, any indication
that she is taking any sort of birth control measures. We will naturally
address this issue at a later date. So, that's about all we have on you
for the time being, Miss Palmer," Alex said, turning and addressing the
stunned teenager in a conversational tone of voice.
To describe Avery as stunned would be an understatement. Not for the
last time that morning, she was rendered utterly speechless. Although her
jaw worked up and down furiously, no sounds issued forth. Alex had
maneuvered her perfectly, leaving her off balance and vulnerable. "Why
don't I fill you in on what a part of your roll in your new family will be,
Miss Palmer," Alex offered. She gave him a curious look. Alex turned to
the class. "You sir, would you come up here please," Alex requested
pointing to a thin young man who looked to be in his early thirties. When
the man stood and came forward. Avery eyed him warily.
"May I ask your name, please?" Alex asked as the man approached.
"Jeffery," the young man said confidently. His voice was deep and
resonant.
The two men shook hands, then Alex turned to Avery. "Miss Palmer, I'd
like to introduce Jeffery. Jeffery, this is Miss Avery Marie Palmer."
"Miss Palmer," the thin man said with a curt nod.
"Hello," Avery replied timidly. With an almost imperceptible nod from
Alex, the two men on either side of her each moved one hand to her upper
arm, holding her just above the elbow, while with the other they maintained
a grip on her wrists. "W...what're you going to do?" Avery asked nervously
when the two men pulled her arms away from her body. Avery, though a
strong girl, was completely unable to resist their combined strength, and
soon found herself standing helplessly between the two Handlers with her
arms outstretched.
"Be silent, Miss Palmer," Alex said sharply, issuing a genuine command
to the teenager. Then his voice softened slightly. "I am about to explain
everything you need to know. Just be patient," he said. Reaching into a
special nylon pouch attached to the back of his coverall, Alex produced a
pair of EMT style shears. They were standard issue for the Handlers of The
Youth Training Center. Passing them over to Jeffery, Alex said casually,
"While Jeffery removes your sun dress, Miss Palmer, I'll tell you a little
bit about The Youth Training Center which will be your home for the next
six to eight months. Avery stared at the man in horrified silence.
Jeffrey studied the sheers briefly, then looked up at the momentarily
paralyzed young lady who was to be the object of his attention. He
hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.
Alex remembered the first time he was asked to strip a Guest. At the
time he too had been filled with doubt. Then just as an older, more
experienced Handler had done for him many years ago, Alex smiled
confidently at the younger man and offered these words of encouragement.
"Don't worry about her dress, Jeffery," he said . "She won't be needing it
any more. Use the sheers, start with the shoulder straps and just peel her
like a banana." They heard a soft chuckle from one of the seated men.
Avery, however, didn't find Alex's statement amusing at all. As the
young man turned toward her, the teenager was able to tap into that deep
well of hostility which she seemed to possess, and from it she drew the
energy and courage to lash out at him. "You wait just a damn minute, you
animal!" Avery snarled with unbridled malevolence. But when she attempted
to set her feet to gain leverage, the two huge men who held her lifted her
by her elbows, preventing her from getting a purchase on the carpeted
floor. "Let go of me you big assholes!" Avery hissed through clenched teeth
as she strained to break free of their grasp. Her expression, however,
belied her rising panic when Jeffery moved closer. Fortunately for the
young Handler Candidate, Luther and Dennis anticipated the irate teenager's
next move and jerked her backward just as she kicked out at Jeffery, or he
might have been injured. "Fuck you!" Avery screamed at the big man on her
left who had frustrated her attempt. "Let me goooooo," she yelled, and
then began to thrash about with surprising vigor.
Once gain Jeffery appeared perplexed. "If the frontal approach seems
out of the question, then move behind her," Alex coached in a patient
voice. "And never hesitate to ask for help from your fellow Handlers." He
nodded toward Luther and Dennis. "Go ahead now. We need to move along if
we're going to cover everything on the agenda this morning."
Avery followed the young candidate's moves with wary eyes as he circled
to her left. "You stay away from me, you sick bastard!" she warned,
glaring at Jeffery from over her shoulder. She tried her best to rotate
her torso in hopes of rebuffing his advance from behind, but each time she
twisted one way, Dennis and Luther yanked her around the other way, very
effectively thwarting her efforts.
"Now just calm down, Miss," Jeffery said to her as he moved to within
arm's reach from behind. "We're both kinda new at this, you know.
Nobody's going to hurt you," he attempted to assure the agitated teenager.
Avery screeched something unintelligible when Jeffery placed his left hand
on her shoulder. She writhed with renewed intensity in the hands of Luther
and Dennis, but the two big men easily contained her. Although the entire
affair was unruly and noisy, everything was under control. Miss Avery
Marie Palmer was going to be disrobed. No one in the room doubted that
fact, except for Miss Palmer, of course.
Avery left home that morning wearing a pretty white cotton dress adorned
with a loose pattern of red hearts. It was one of her favorites. The
summer dress was cut simply with narrow shoulder straps and a rather low
bodice. The uncomplicated design worked well for Avery and complimented
the fullness of her hips as well as the slimness of her waist. So you can
imagine her outrage when the skinny young man cut through first one
shoulder strap then the other with little to no hesitation. Avery shouted
and cursed, but her verbal assault fell upon deaf ears. She tried to kick
at the man behind her, but her attempts were poorly aimed and ineffective.
Then she abruptly fell silent when the front of her sun dress, free of
its supporting straps, tumbled down to her waist. Avery was not in the
habit of wearing a brassier with that particular dress, and as a result,
every pair of eyes in the room were now riveted on her breasts.
And they were indeed lovely. Avery wasn't overly well endowed. The two
creamy white examples of female flesh which she presented to the audience
were very nicely shaped cones with slightly upturned tips topped with puffy
pink areolae, which already were becoming taught in the cool air of the
conference room.
Avery gazed at the leering faces before her. She was so staggered in
fact, at being publicly disrobed that she neglected even to resist when
after receiving an encouraging nod from Alex, Jeffery grabbed her ruined
dress and tugged it over her hips, then allowed it to fall into a heap
around her feet.
The panties quickly followed, and before she knew it, Avery Palmer found
herself on display, naked as the day she was born, standing in front of an
audience of very strange and obviously very deranged men. At first she was
stunned, but then as the gravity of her situation became more apparent,
Avery began to grow fearful for her safety.
She had little time to deliberate over the matter, however, because just
then Alex spoke up. "Well done, Jeffery," the Chief Handler complimented
his young trainee. Then turning to the group, he said. "Jeffery did a
fine job considering his lack of experience. It's not as easy as it looks,
is it, Jeffery?" Alex asked the young man. Jeffery blushed a bit and shook
his head. Both men completely ignored the naked teenager standing just a
few feet away. "I'm sure, there's not a man among you who hasn't
fantasized about doing just exactly what we witnessed here, but fantasies
are one thing. Doing is quite another. It was Jeffery's natural
inhibitions that initially caused him to hesitate," Alex explained. "But,"
Alex went on as he turned and gestured in Avery's direction. "With the
proper tools, training and ample opportunities for practice and study, the
art of forcibly disrobing a female will become second nature to all of you.
Alex then gave the men time to converse quietly amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, Avery stood helplessly between the two big Handlers endured the
appraising stares of the trainees. It was thoroughly humiliating. Once or
twice she tested Luther and Dennis' resolve by abruptly trying to wrest her
arms from their grasp, but again to no avail. She cursed the two Handlers
again, then stood scowling at the audience of demented individuals seated
before her.
"OK. If I can have your attention, please, gentlemen," Alex said after
a suitable period of time had passed. "There is one additional concept
that I wish to pass on to the group before we take a break." The room fell
silent. "But first a couple of announcements." Alex consulted his notes.
"I would like everyone to please see me following this meeting to pick up
your afternoon class schedules, and before we continue, is there anyone
here this morning specifically interested in our Collection Team?" One hand
went up in the back row. "Very good," Alex said acknowledging the
candidate. "And your name, sir?"
"Bruce," the man replied flatly.
"Very well, Bruce. Please see me at the end of the meeting. You just
happened to arrive at a time when our neighbor, The Facility, is beginning
a new class for their Hunter/Gatherer Division. The Headmaster would like
to take advantage of our neighbor's kind offer to join them for cross
training." Bruce nodded his understanding.
"OK, that clears up the announcements, so let's continue," Alex
declared. "How many of you have taken a female against her will?" he asked
the group point blank. When after a couple of minutes, no one answered,
Alex added, "You don't have to worry about your personal security here,
gentlemen. You're among friends." He waited. Slowly one hand was raised.
"Yes, sir," Alex said enthusiastically. "Please come forward." Then
turning to Jeffery, he said, "You may take a seat, Jeffery, and thanks for
your help."
Avery watched uneasily while one man sat and another rose from his seat
and came forward. She didn't like the looks of the second one. He looked
mean.
Alex didn't seem to think so. To him the man looked determined and
purposeful. "So, my good man, may we have your name please?" Alex asked.
"Andrew," he answered cooly.
"Would you be so kind as to share the details of your experience with
the rest of the candidates, Andrew?" the Chief Handler asked politely.
The man nodded curtly. He was one of the older candidates, and looked
to be in his mid to late forties. "There wasn't much to it, really," the
older man confessed after a moment's reflection. "I ran into this little
gal at a tavern. Pretty little thing, friendly too. We got to talking,
and one thing led to another." He shrugged, then gazed past Alex to leer at
Avery.
Avery felt his eyes stroke her body. It made her skin crawl.
"Anyway," Andrew continued after tearing his eyes away from the captive
teenager. "When she got up to go use the bathroom, I dosed her with
Rohypnol. Always carry some with me, just in case," Andrew added with a
smile.
"Excellent!" Alex commented. Then turning to the other trainees, he
added, "You will be taught a great deal about the proper use of a large
variety of highly specialized drugs. They can be a very useful tool." Then
to Andrew he said, "Please describe for the group how you entertained the
young lady after the drug took effect?"
"Well, I took her home with me. Then I used some 'downers' to keep her
a little on the groggy side for a few days," Andrew explained. "We had us
a real good time."
Alex nodded approvingly. "Go on," he prompted.
"When I'd had enough of her, I invited a few buddies over, and let them
take turns. I got the whole thing on video tape, figuring I might be able
to use it to coax her into coming over again, if you know what I mean." He
winked at Alex. "I'll tell you one thing," Andrew added with a chuckle.
"That little lady was walkin' kinda bow-legged when we finally let her go."
After a thoughtful pause, Alex responded. "It sounds like your endeavor
was a success, Andrew," Alex complimented the man standing with him at the
front of the room. "And, by introducing the video tape into the formula,
you demonstrated both forethought and resourcefulness. Congratulations!
We're glad that you've decided to join us." Alex turned again to face the
group. "One of the most important aspects of Andrew's story is the simple
fact that he carried on his person the tools he needed to carry out his
plans, should an opportunity arise. In his case, Andrew was armed with
Rohypnol, a powerful sedative drug, and as luck would have it, a suitable
subject appeared. Because Andrew was prepared, he was successful. You
should all take note of this important lesson." Alex looked around the room
at the understanding nods from the group of trainees.
"Now, before we break, I am going to introduce you to the single most
important principal embraced by The Youth Training Center. That principal,
gentlemen involves the C.A.P. technique. C.A.P. stands for Continuous
Anal Presence, and it is a practice with which you will all become very
familiar. C.A.P. will become your most valuable training aid." He paused
briefly. "At TYTC, we believe that the way to a girl's heart and mind is
through her rectum." Behind him, Avery's expression darkened noticeably.
"Each and every one of our young ladies is fitted with a CAP device like
this one." Alex held up a hard rubber, bullet shaped device for the class
to inspect. "Generally, CAP's are installed on the first day that a young
lady joins our little family. Miss Palmer will be no exception. After
she's thoroughly examined, she too will be fitted for her first CAP
Device." Alex smiled at the distressed look on Avery's face. CAP devices
are particularly efficient because of their specialized shape, but
practically anything will do, including your finger. The idea behind
C.A.P. is that by maintaining a physical presence back there, a young lady
will focus on her true spiritual center. It helps her to stay in tune with
her abdominal passages which is the part of her anatomy that is most
meaningful to her. In addition, at TYTC, we use Continuous Anal Presence
as a disciplinary tool and as a means of preserving control. Take Miss
Palmer here," Alex said, nodding toward the pretty blond. "What do you
think her reaction would be right now were one of you to attempt to touch
her?" Without waiting for a reply from the group, Alex answered his own
question. "I believe we all know the answer, but let's just see what
happens, shall we." Then he turned to Andrew. "If you wouldn't mind
assisting me, Andrew. We'll demonstrate for the rest of the class just how
effective C.A.P. can be."
Avery's face portrayed her growing concern as the two men turned toward
her. The Handlers who restrained her tightened their grips on her arms,
alerting Avery that something very unpleasant was about to happen.
Summoning her last reserves of courage and tenacity, Avery postured
before the advancing men. "Don't you even think about it, you fucking
sicko's!" she spat venomously. Alex stepped behind her.
"I want you to hold still, Miss Palmer. Do you understand me?" he said
in a commanding tone of voice as he placed one hand onto her left shoulder.
"We're going to ask Andrew to examine you a bit more closely, and I expect
for you cooperate."
"Fuck you!" Avery shouted, shooting Alex a wrathful look over her
shoulder. She struggled ineffectually in Dennis' and Luther's hands. Then
abruptly her attention was drawn to the man named Andrew.
"You be a good little girl, and hold still for Andrew," the man
muttered. "We just want to get to know you a little better, sweetheart,
that's all," he said as without warning, he reached down and cupped the
resilient triangle of fur covered female flesh between Avery's shapely
thighs.
Her reaction was predictably explosive in nature. The pretty teenager
stood paralyzed with shock and disbelief for only a fraction of a second
before all hell broke loose.
With surprising ferocity, Avery jerked her hips back and away from the
man's groping hand. "Don't touch me, you bastard!" she screamed. Then
suddenly she launched a kick aimed at Andrew's crotch. If it hadn't been
for the lightning quick reaction time of Luther and Dennis, Andrew most
certainly would have sustained a painful blow. However, even as the girl's
foot swung toward its target, the two big Handlers yanked her upward and
back, causing her blow to strike the startled man on the right hip, just
inches from his groin. Andrew, caught completely off guard, took a step
backward in surprise.
"Try again," Alex suggested. But as Andrew attempted to move in on the
wildly struggling teenager, his efforts to touch her were repeatedly
thwarted in spite of Luther's and Dennis' attempts to restrain her. She
kicked and thrashed, and tried to bite him. She screeched all manner of
obscenities at an intolerable volume. In short, Miss Avery Marie Palmer
was temporarily out of control.
The class of Handler Candidates watched attentively as the young blond
hellion fought with the four men. Then as if by magic, her struggles
abruptly ceased. Standing just a few feet in front of her and just out of
range of her flailing feet, Andrew was the first to witness the unforeseen
change in Avery. He heard a sudden gasping intake of breath. He watched
her nostrils flare. Then after a prolonged blink of her widely staring
blue eyes, Avery pressed her lips together and uttered a soft grunting
sound through her nose.
"Mmphhh!" is what the audience of Handler Candidates heard from their
seats a few feet away.
"Hold still, Miss Palmer, and let Andrew touch you," Alex ordered in an
even tone of voice from over her left shoulder.
The teenager shook her head quickly and continued to struggle in the
hands of Luther and Dennis. "Nnnnnnn..... huhggg!" she grunted
breathlessly.
"I said, Miss Palmer, that I expect for you to allow this man to handle
you. Obey me," Alex commanded in a firmer tone. She thrashed her hips,
once, twice. "Obey me," the Chief Handler repeated. "Andrew, please
proceed," Alex said to the somewhat astonished man.
From their seats the Handler Candidates saw only that the teenager
appeared to have settled down dramatically for some unknown reason. This
time, as Andrew stepped closer, she squirmed only slightly. Her face was a
mask of alarm and shock. Alex stood close behind the girl and spoke softly
over her shoulder. "What had he said to the young lady to cause her to
submit?" every man wondered. They watched the Chief Handler's left hand
slide up the girl's shoulder to the side of her neck. What none of the
trainees, including Andrew, could see was that Alex's long middle finger
was buried to the last knuckle in Miss Avery Marie Palmer's rectal passage,
and the palm of his big right hand was pressed firmly against her shapely
buttocks.
"Nnnnnnn....." Avery whined loudly as the man named Andrew stepped
closer.
"Silence, Miss Palmer," the evil man behind her ordered. Then he hooked
his defiling finger inside of her previously unvisited rear end, causing
her to grunt in a most unladylike fashion from the dull ache that coursed
through her abdomen.
It had happened so suddenly that Avery hadn't realized what Alex's
intentions were until her abdominal integrity was already a thing of the
past. Having performed the very same maneuver countless times before, Alex
had waited for just the right moment. Then with a fluidity of motion that
only comes from experience and practice, the Chief Handler had dropped his
right hand behind her while she'd been concentrating on doing bodily harm
to Andrew. He'd located her anal opening instantly, and then even without
the aid of lubrication, artificial or otherwise, Alex had entered Avery
quickly and completely.
Andrew moved closer so that his body pressed against Avery, sandwiching
the young woman between himself and Alex. He stared into the girl's
startled eyes as he dropped his hand downward. Avery flinched when the man
placed his palm on her belly with his fingers pointed downward.
"Hold very still, Miss Palmer," Alex cautioned from behind. He knew
that Andrew was preparing to touch her again.
"That's right, sweetheart," Andrew added as he moved his hand slowly
downward. "You be nice, and we'll be nice."
"It wasn't the most professional thing he could have said," Alex thought
to himself. "But at least he feels comfortable enough to talk to the
girl." Alex felt the teenager's buttocks suddenly press backward against
the palm of his right hand.
"Nnnnnnnn....." she cried more pitifully when Andrew's finger tips
slipped into her tuft of soft curls.
"Hold still, Miss Palmer," Alex commanded her in no uncertain terms, but
the teenager continued to instinctively pull away from Andrew's hand. With
a slight twisting motion and a small push, Alex pressed his finger tip
against a certain spot inside of the blond teenager. Her reaction was
instantaneous.
Avery found she couldn't cry out even though the pain in her tummy
suddenly redoubled. It was as though her throat had suddenly become
paralyzed.
All of the Handler Candidates would one day learn about this most useful
acupressure technique. Not only did it cause a sudden and consuming ache
that could not be ignored in the lower abdomen. It also induced an abrupt
constriction of the larynx which tended to temporarily restrict the
subject's airway. The technique is often used in just this sort of
situation where two Handlers are working in tandem with a Guest who is
reluctant to be touched.
Avery's reaction was predictable. In an effort to escape the source of
her discomfort which was Alex's impaling finger, Avery's hips reflexively
jerked upward and forward. Thus with a series of croaking, gurgling
sounds, Avery thrust herself forward onto Andrew's waiting hand.
"That's more like it, sweetheart," Andrew murmured, unaware that Alex
continued to tweak the teenager from the inside again and again, forcing
her to rub herself against his hand. In return, Andrew squeezed Avery's
resilient womanhood affectionately. "You like that don't you, baby," he
purred.
Avery's pretty face was a symphony of horror and dismay. No matter how
hard she tried to resist, her hips continued to thrust forward onto the
older man's marauding hand as he casually touched her in a most invasive
manner. It was as though her own body betrayed her. She wanted to cry out
in anger and frustration, but all she could manage was a series of croaks
and grunts. The entire experience was utterly dehumanizing. Little did
she know at the time, but Avery Palmer was receiving her first lesson in
the power of the TYTC Program. There would be many more.
"Thank you Andrew," she heard the man behind her say after what seemed
like hours of torment. "You may take a seat now, and I'll explain to the
class what they have just seen, or not seen as the case may be."
"See you later, sweetheart," Andrew said with a lewd grin. Just before
he removed his hand from her, the older man slipped his middle finger
between Avery's full labia majora. With a quick flick of his finger, he
found her "special spot". Avery was further demoralized when she let out a
little squeak and her knees practically gave way. Andrew gave her a
knowing smirk before he removing his hand and returning to his seat. Avery
stared dejectedly down at the floor.
"So," Alex began. "Can anyone tell me what happened between Andrew's
initial failed attempt and his later more successful one to change our
feisty young lady's attitude about being handled?" Alex still had his
finger implanted deeply in the young teen's rectal passage as he addressed
the class. When no one responded to his query, Alex looked in Luther's
direction and said, "Luther, perhaps you and Dennis would be so kind as to
help me turn Miss Palmer around so the class can get a good look at what
I'm doing back here."
"You bet, Alex," Luther replied good naturedly, then with Dennis' help
the two big men turned Avery so that she faced away from the audience.
Murmurs could be heard from the trainees.
"As you all can see, Miss Palmer and I have recently become better
acquainted." Alex chuckled at his witticism. "We call this technique
"Providing Presence". Alex withdrew his finger as far as the first knuckle
so the class could get a better idea of exactly what was involved in the
procedure. "The purpose of this technique is twofold," Alex explained
after returning the full length of his middle finger into Avery's clutching
interior. "As I mentioned earlier, Anal Presence provides a focal point
for the subject. You probably noticed an abrupt shift in our young lady's
attentions and concerns just after Andrew was nearly kicked. Although none
of you noticed, it was at that moment that I introduced anal presence into
our combative young lady here. For the purposes of this exercise, I chose
to use my middle finger, but a CAP device certainly would suffice were one
handy." Alex paused to allow his audience to digest the information he'd
just given them. "The second purpose of this technique," Alex stated after
a moment, "is to maintain control over our Guest."
Hearing this remark, Avery turned her head and glared at the big Handler
over her shoulder. In response to her silent impertinence, Alex started
moving his finger slowly in and out while he talked. The sensation sent
shivers up Avery's spine. She felt decidedly ill.
"Please note my stance, gentlemen. You will use this particular method
quite often, in particular with a new Guest when you're moving her from one
place to another or whenever you need to attain and maintain control," Alex
explained. "The Standard Greeting Discipline is another good time to
utilize this technique, or at least until the Guest has had plenty of time
to learn what is expected of her. So, gentlemen, what I am demonstrating
here is often referred to as the `Supervisory Position'." Alex moved
slightly to one side so the trainees could get a better view while he
described in detail the Supervisory Position. "One finger, usually your
middle, is inserted fully into the Guest's rectum. Lubricant may be used
but is not required. The other hand is placed on the Guest's shoulder near
the neck. If necessary, the hair may be used for added purchase." Alex
demonstrated by taking a fist full of Avery's thick blond hair and twisting
his wrist.
"Owww! You bastard!" Avery cried out in pain.
"Silence, Miss Richards!" the Chief Handler snapped. As a warning, he
hooked his finger inside of Avery's tender posterior abdominal passage.
The willful teenager groaned once then did as she was told.
"As you can see, this position provides reasonably good control over the
Guest in most situations. If a CAP is installed, you may hold her by the
protruding end of the device. It is designed specifically for that
purpose." Then upon seeing a few questioning expressions on some of the
faces in the audience, he added, "We will cover the CAP Device in depth at
another time, so don't worry," Alex assured the class. "Are there any
questions?" Alex asked the group. There was no response. "Very well,
then. Thank you all for being here today. I'm sure we will cross paths
many times over the next few months." Alex smiled at the rows of expectant
faces. "That's it," he said after a moment, then he turned to Luther. "If
you would take over for me please, sir."
There was no need for any further instructions. As Alex removed his
finger from the teenager's rear end, Luther stepped behind her. Avery was
empty back there for only a moment before Luther in turn provided her with
a focal point. From that moment onward, during her stay at The Youth
Training Center, there would be very few times when Avery would not have
something inside of her to provide stability and help her concentrate on
those things which are truly important to a girl her age. Avery was
escorted from the conference room with no further fanfare. The
demonstration was over, and it was back to business as usual.
"I want to see each of you up at the podium for class assignments," Alex
announced. "Will the Candidate who expressed an interest in Collection,
please see me after we finish handing out schedules," Alex spoke above the
undertone of sliding chairs and excited voices.
The meeting broke up quickly, and the group of seventeen trainees moved
from the conference room out into the TYTC Complex to begin their new
careers.
Continued... SM
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