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T.Y.T.C. 5.4 - The Candidates By - The StoryMaster Contributing Editor
- Don D.
Tom found an empty desk and quickly took a seat. Glancing around the
classroom he saw several young Candidates whom he'd already had the
pleasure of meeting and others whom he had not. The room buzzed with a
hushed undertone. Small groups of trainees chatted together while others
reviewed notes.
Tom glanced quickly at his wrist watch then began to study the large
posters hanging on the wall to his left. "Five minutes," he muttered
aloud. A couple of the posters showed anatomical diagrams of the female
reproductive system similar to those one might find in any doctor's
examination room. There were others depicting the proper placement of some
of the specialized insertion instruments that he and his fellow trainees
would be using, a few of which Tom was already familiar with. And as
always there was the omni-present placard listing The Eight Non-Negotiable
Standards of The Youth Training Center. A copy of these standards was
posted in every room and every corridor of the institution that Tom now
called home. They are the rules by which the Guests of the Center are
expected to abide. They are as follows:
Our Non-Negotiable Standards
1. Guests shall remain disrobed at all times. 2. Guests shall honor
all staff members' requests. 3. Guests shall make themselves available to
staff members at all times. 4. C.A.P. Devices shall remain in place at
all times. 5. Guests shall not speak unless instructed to do so. 6.
Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their partner or partners
while being attended to. 7. Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to. 8. Unsupervised fraternization between Guests is strictly
forbidden.
Tom, like all of his fellow Handler Candidates, had memorized each and
every one of these Standards. They were the stepping stones which would
lead to a new way of life, the building blocks of a new and more sensible
society.
"Good morning, Gentlemen. If you would all find a seat please, we will
begin," an authoritative voice said, interrupting Tom's day dream.
Chair legs groaned against the tile floor of the classroom as
approximately twenty men of varying ages took their seats. Most were
young, in their middle to late thirties, but a few faces in the crowd had
seen a few more years.
Tom looked to the front of the classroom. Where the rows of desks
ended, a low stage rose. The floor of this raised area was partly covered
with what appeared to be wrestling mats. To the left of the stage was a
podium. Behind it stood a man dressed in the coveted white coveralls of a
Senior TYTC Handler/Instructor.
"Welcome to your first class in Arousal and Climax Management. My name
is Kevin, and I will be your instructor for the next five weeks," the man
said by way of introduction. "We meet three times a week, and attendance
is mandatory." He paused and looked out at the young and eager faces before
him.
Stepping from behind the podium the man in white continued. "The
principles and techniques of A/C Management represent the core rudiments of
the TYTC philosophy. Without a very thorough knowledge of these essential
precepts, your chances of becoming a TYTC Handler are slim to none." After
pausing to allow the full significance of his statement to register with
the men seated before him, Kevin went on.
"We all know from experience that the female of our species is complex
and often unpredictable." Kevin heard a few muted laughs from the audience
in response to his understatement. He paused again, studying the
expressions on the faces of his students. "How many of you believe my last
assertion to be true?" he said after a moment. Kevin watched as a
smattering of hands rose. "Come, come, gentlemen. Surely you've each been
forced to deal with the fickle or even treacherous behavior of a
self-involved young lady at one time or another?" Kevin gazed about the
classroom incredulously. "What about those monthly mood swings? How about
the convenient headaches?" Kevin hesitated then probed his audience
further. "I ask you again, gentlemen. How many of you believe that the
female of our species is unpredictable?" This time almost every hand went
up. Kevin actually noticed a few slumped shoulders in the group as a few
of the young men remembered some bewildering personal experiences of their
own.
"Those of you who raised your hands... You're in the right place,"
Kevin said with an ironic smile. "For those of you who did not... You too
are in the right place, because you are absolutely correct in concluding
that contrary to popular belief, the human female is a highly predictable
animal, but more importantly, because her actions can be anticipated, she
can be maneuvered in directions not of her natural choosing."
Kevin pressed a button on a small remote that he removed from a pocket
of his coveralls. Behind him a large LCD flat screen lowered from a hidden
recess in the ceiling. "You all probably know our Mission Statement by
heart, but let's take a look at it again. This document represents the
very essence of why we are here, and what we endeavor to achieve," Kevin
stated in all seriousness. On the screen these words appeared:
The Youth Training Center Mission Statement
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 group remaining
that it is politically correct to ridicule. It is our mission to remedy
this embarrassing situation and restore the female to her rightful 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 following
premise:
"Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners 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 relationship."
"The term 'misaligned' aptly describes the psychological condition of
most of the women we encounter in society today," Kevin began after giving
his class ample time to study the writing on the screen. "From a very
early age she is taught by her mother who was taught by her mother that
although she is physically weaker than her male counterpart, she possess
something that every man desires. Furthermore, she is led to believe that
by selectively withholding that which he seeks, she can gain power over any
male. Is everyone with me so far?" Kevin asked the group of young men.
Several nodded in confirmation. "From generation to generation this belief
system has been handed down from mother to daughter. Until recently the
influence of this concept upon our society as a whole has been subtle, but
with the advent and rapid growth of modern communications and mass media it
has become widespread to the point of becoming utterly pervasive."
Again Kevin paused for effect. "As our Mission Statement expresses so
well, the male has become the target of disrespect and even ridicule. Say
anything in public even remotely derogatory about an African-American or a
homosexual, or a female, and you will quickly find yourself ostracized.
Not so in the case of the Caucasian male, or males of any ethnic
background, for that matter. Additionally, over the last thirty years the
media has made a mockery of the male and his place as the head of the
household. Everywhere we turn, gentlemen, we are portrayed as incompetent
clowns, but rest assured that once we manage to get ourselves into a real
bind, a woman will come to our rescue. She will teach us understanding and
compassion and make everything right with the world." Again Kevin heard
chuckles from the audience.
"Some of you doubt what I say? To you I say, open your eyes, gentlemen.
Look around you. We are on the edge of the precipice. Before us yawns the
abyss of matriarchal dominance," Kevin expressed with true passion. Then
after taking a deep breath, he went on in a softer tone. "Each of you must
in some way recognize this impending predicament, or you would not be
here." He turned and stepped behind the podium once again. On the big
monitor, the logo of The Youth Training Center appeared. "Here at TYTC,"
Kevin proceeded, "each of you will become a part of the solution. My job,
gentlemen, and that of my colleagues, will be to provide you with the
training and tools that you will need in order to fulfill the second half
of our Mission Statement."
Tom had no doubts about the fact that a big problem existed within our
society. In fact he had just recently fallen victim to the sexual
extortion tactics of a young lady he fancied, and the pain and frustration
of that experience was still fresh in his mind. Tom was extremely
impressed by the Handler/Instructor and dwelled on his every word. He
fully intended to become a part of the solution.
"Moving right along," Kevin began. "Let's take a closer look at the
second half of the TYTC Mission Statement. It is this single sentence that
contains the cornerstone of our ideology," Kevin explained.
"As I stated earlier, although our young lady has become misaligned, she
can still be enlightened. Recognizing the fact that she firmly believes
that there is no problem having to do with a member of the opposite sex
that cannot be dealt with using some form of sexual coercion, we conclude
that she places a tremendous amount of emphasis on things sexual. It seems
only logical then, that the resolution to her alignment problem must be a
sexual solution."
Kevin looked out on the rows of bright young men and felt a sense of
pride swell within him. These men represented the future of mankind, and
he was grateful to be allowed to contribute to their success.
"If the truth be known, the solution was right in front of us, staring
us in the face all along," Kevin said with a wry smile. "Think about it,
gentlemen. Is there a more agreeable creature on Earth than a woman who
has just been made love to for an extended period of time? Ever seen that
'freshly fucked' look?" Kevin saw several knowing smiles in the audience.
"There's our solution, gentlemen," Kevin said with raised eyebrows.
"Following copulation our young lady is in a very impressionable state of
mind, and is therefore highly susceptible to suggestion. That is when we
must step forward and make those suggestions that will help her to find
herself, and in so doing, find her true raison d'etre.
"Sounds too simple, doesn't it?" Kevin commented after a moment. "In
truth, the psychology involved is extremely complex, but on this simple
platform, we base all of our more advanced doctrine and methodology. From
this rudimentary beginning, the science of Arousal and Climax Management
was born."
Following a brief recess, Kevin called the class to order. "It's only
fitting that we begin our class in A/C Management with an example of the
problem," he said, turning once again to the large flat screen monitor. On
it the image of a room appeared. The room was sparsely furnished with one
big table and two or three straight backed chairs placed around it. It
looked a lot like an interrogation room at a police station. "This episode
is occurring in real time as we speak," Kevin explained then fell silent as
on the screen, a young girl perhaps seventeen years of age was led into the
room by a man dressed in the familiar white coveralls. She was instructed
to sit down which she did, but it was obvious from her facial expression
that she was highly agitated. Thanks to digital freeze frame technology
Kevin was able to pause the action on the monitor for brief periods of time
in order to inject commentary.
"Gentlemen, this is Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell. Miss O'Connell has just
recently turned seventeen which is a bit old for our liking, but we have
made an exception in her case on behalf of a good Client. In fact, her
birthday was last week. As you will note, Gwenyth is a pretty girl, and
it's obvious from her features that she is of Irish ancestry." Kevin paused
and allowed his class to study the young woman on the monitor. "Miss
O'Connell's lineage is not only conspicuous in her warm loveliness, but it
also manifests itself in her fiery disposition, and as you will soon see,
Miss O'Connell is, shall we say, less than cooperative at this stage of her
training."
"What you are about to witness is an example of a young female resorting
to tactics which she has been taught are the answer to life's
difficulties," Kevin explained to his class. "Miss O'Connell was extremely
belligerent and combative during her 'Double I'," Kevin continued.
"However, thanks to the keen eye of our senior-most Handler, shortly after
she was disrobed the girl was observed exhibiting signs of a desire to
bargain with one of her attending Handlers. This was later confirmed by
that Handler, and as a result, following her routine medical examinations
and fitting for her CAP Device, Miss O'Connell was taken to the Encounter
Chamber where we see her now. What we will observe, is our young lady as
she is allowed to play out her scheme to extort the young Handler she's
previously targeted as possibly being sympathetic to her predicament.
Let's watch, shall we." Kevin smiled at the young men seated before him
then released the pause on the monitor.
"What are they gonna do to me?" the pretty strawberry blond asked the
young Handler as she sat hugging herself at the big table.
"No one is going to hurt you. I promise," the Handler responded to the
girl's anxious question. He sounded quite sincere.
In fact, he was sincere. To date, not a single Guest has been
physically harmed during her stay at TYTC.
"But..." she hesitated, looking around the room nervously. "But why did
they take my clothes, and why did those men put that horrible thing inside
of me?" She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as her CAP nudged her tender
tissues. She then gave the Handler a thoroughly beguiling look in spite of
her obvious discomfort."
Again, Kevin halted the action. "I want you to note Miss O'Connell's
use of the words 'they' and 'them' when referring to the other associates
she's encountered thus far this morning," Kevin remarked. "This is a
perfect example of an attempt to align herself with the young man in the
room with her. His name, by the way, is Peter. By referring to the others
in the third person, Miss O'Connell seeks to cull Peter from the group of
perceived 'unfriendlies' so that she can then form an alliance with him."
Kevin restarted the video feed.
"I'm so afraid," the pretty teenager said, hugging herself tightly and
putting on her most pitiful face.
"Now don't worry, Miss," the Handler said, playing along with her. He
moved around the table and stood beside the girl. She allowed him to place
his hand onto her shoulder. Then after a moment, she pressed her cheek to
the back of his hand. The monitor froze on that poignant scene.
"If you gentlemen could have seen this young woman an hour or two ago at
her Induction Interview, you would not believe that this is the same girl.
The change that has come over her is quite remarkable. Miss O'Connell was,
in fact, so antagonistic that her attending Handlers were about to resort
to physical restraint when our Senior Handler spied her clandestine attempt
to enlist an accomplice. Miss O'Connell actually bit one man, wounding him
quite seriously, when he touched her in a completely unthreatening manner
much the same as you see Peter doing right here. The only difference is
that now our quarrelsome young lady senses a potential weakness. She has a
reason to be more agreeable.
As the action began anew, the girl looked up at the young Handler with
huge blue eyes. Then in a tiny voice she pleaded, "Won't you please help
me?"
Peter was a good actor in his own right, and after a moment of feigned
indecision, he said, "Gee, Miss. I... I'm afraid I can't do much. I
mean...." His words fairly dripped with disappointment and regret.
The change that came over the pretty teenager was instantaneous. It was
as though neither her captivity nor her nakedness mattered any longer. She
sensed a chink in the young man's armor and seized upon the opportunity.
In a suddenly more confident voice she suggested, "Look, if you can just
get me some clothes and maybe tell me how to get out of here..." She let
her words trail off, promising nothing for the moment, but her facial
expression spoke something else entirely.
Peter was really very good. He looked apologetic as hell as he said,
"Gosh, Miss, I'm kinda new here, and there really isn't much I can..."
"I'll make it up to you," the lovely blond interrupted him abruptly.
"Really," she said, gazing up at him. Then unexpectedly, she placed her
hand over Peter's on her bare shoulder. The smile that she subsequently
gave the young Handler was so heavy with seductive implication that a
couple of men in the audience actually groaned.
Again the action stopped. "I take it that some of you have seen this
kind of behavior before," Kevin said with a knowing smile. "Let's take a
closer look at our little scenario," Kevin suggested.
"So far we've witnessed the winnowing process, where our young Guest
attempts to separate her target from his colleagues. This is followed
immediately by the 'Contract', as soon as she detects an opening. And how
will our young lady 'make it up to him'? What exactly does she have to
offer, considering her circumstances? Why that which every man desires,
naturally," Kevin commented sarcastically. "After all, her mother taught
her well, and this strategy has worked flawlessly for her all her life.
Now quickly, let's see just how far she is willing to commit," Kevin said.
Then before allowing the action to recommence, he added, "As a footnote,
according to our records, Miss O'Connell currently has a steady beau who is
two years her senior. The two have been dating for quite some time, and
the young man has recently asked Miss O'Connell to marry him on more than
one occasion, but thus far she has refused him." the Handler/Instructor
remarked as he pressed the 'Resume' button on his remote.
"What do you mean?" Peter asked, feigning a lack of understanding.
With an incredulous look, the pretty blond was forced to elaborate. "I
mean... you know," she said blushing hotly as a part of her act. "Maybe
we could, you know, get together later on... maybe?"
Peter appeared to consider her offer for several moments before
replying, "But, Miss, surely a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend, maybe
even two. What'll he think?" Peter asked, leading the girl.
With a sly, catlike smile Gwenyth pounced. "Yeah, I do," she said
coyly, wishing to make it abundantly clear to Peter that she was indeed in
demand. "But what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Right?" she then said
with a cunning, conspiratorial wink, further aligning herself with the
young Handler.
"So, there it is, gentlemen. Our lovely young lady plays her trump
card, offering our staff member the promise of sexual favor in return for
his cooperation, and even though she is currently involved with another
man, she is prepared to 'get together' with Peter if he will agree to her
terms."
The screen went dark.
"Does this scenario look familiar?" Kevin asked rhetorically after
turning to face his class. "Our young lady feels very secure in the
knowledge that she has made our young associate an offer that he cannot and
will not refuse. Miss O'Connell's records indicate that she has taken
three lovers to date during her career on the outside. Two of them fell
victim to the same kind of sexual extortion that we've just witnessed.
From experience she knows that she will invariably gain the upper hand,
eventually realize her wishes and quite possible not have to give up
anything in return, if she plays her cards right.
As we speak, however, Peter is preparing to 'turn the tables' on our
young lass and begin her program of conditioning," Kevin informed the class
with a sly smile of his own. "Peter has been instructed to lead Miss
O'Connell to believe that perhaps he can help her after all. Seemingly
falling prey to her irresistible charms, our fellow associate will leave
the Encounter Chamber with Miss O'Connell in tow in what will appear to be
an effort to help her to end her captivity," Kevin explained. Then with a
smile, the Handler/Instructor gestured to a door at the rear of the stage
area. "Actually, Miss Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell is being lead to this very
room where we will collectively help her to unravel her deception and begin
to find truth and contentment."
"This will count as a lab session, by the way," Kevin added
matter-of-factly.
Then as if on cue, the door hissed open, and in walked the young Handler
named Peter, immediately followed by the lovely Miss Gwenyth O'Connell.
Gwenyth was indeed an attractive girl. She had thick strawberry blond
hair, and those alluring pale Irish features that many men find extremely
sensual. Her eyes were large and sky blue in color. Her high cheekbones
and pouty mouth also helped to make young Gwenyth very pleasing to the eye.
Her supple body was nicely developed for a teenager. She had shapely
hips and a narrow waist. But what men admired most about Gwenyth were her
breasts. Her two cones of wonderfully firm flesh were exquisitely shaped
and looked to be the perfect size for prolonged climax control.
"Good morning Peter," Kevin said, addressing his fellow associate.
"Hello, Kevin," the younger Handler replied, leading his charge forward
by the hand.
"And this must be Miss O'Connell. Good morning and welcome, young lady.
We are pleased that you could join us this morning," Kevin said to the
bewildered teenager. For the purposes of this class, he decided to forgo
the Standard Greeting procedure in order not to further agitate the subject
unnecessarily.
"Who....who are you?" Gwenyth asked in a small voice. She stood eyeing
the audience warily. She was both surprised and stunned. Then she turned
quickly toward Peter and asked, "I thought you were going to help me to..."
She allowed her sentence to go unfinished. "You son of a bitch!" Gwenyth
then snarled viciously as she began to realize that she'd been duped, and
that escape from this hideous den of madmen was highly unlikely. The look
she gave the young Handler could have wilted a cactus.
Peter merely smiled and shrugged at the disgruntled girl. With a good
natured chuckle, Kevin said, "We understand that you and Peter have an
agreement. Peter apparently has agreed to try to help you, Miss O'Connell,
in exchange for a favor. Is that not so?" When the girl turned to him with
a look of disbelief, Kevin went on to explain. "You see, Miss O'Connell,
your meeting with Peter a few minutes ago was viewed by all of us here." He
waved his hand toward the twenty some odd young men seated in the audience.
In response to the Gwenyth's earlier question, Kevin was good enough to
explain further. "These young men that you see gathered here are
students," he said. "In fact, we are all students at this institution. We
are all here to learn." Again Kevin flashed his warm, reassuring smile.
"As you no doubt were told at your Induction Interview, you are a Guest
of The Youth Training Center, and I, and others like myself will be your
teachers." Kevin paused to allow the confused young woman to think about
what he was saying. "At the same time, Miss O'Connell, we teachers will
also become the students. We hope to learn many things from you and about
you during the course of your stay with us. For example, What are your
driving motives? How will you react in different situations to varying
conditions and challenges?" Holding up his hand to silence her, Kevin said
with a smile, "I realize that much of what I am saying to you is rather
vexing at this time, Miss O'Connell, but more will become clear to you as
time passes, I assure you. To sum up our hopes and aspirations, let me
just say this. You are female, Miss O'Connell, and we wish to learn as
much as possible about how you perceive certain concepts and how you will
respond to diverse forms of encouragement. Does that help you to
understand a little better?"
Gwenyth didn't like the sound of what she heard one bit. Suddenly in
fact, she became acutely aware of her nakedness in front of the group of
total strangers. "This is nuts!" she exclaimed to herself as she looked
from one male face to the next. Their expressions could best be described
as curious, bordering on analytical. "These men are all monsters," she
concluded with a slight chill. Gwenyth was also furious with herself for
allowing the young demon named Peter to outwit her the way he had. As she
stood hugging herself in a vain attempt to cover at least a part of her
nudity, Gwenyth held her rising panic in check by drawing upon her inner
rage to help her to endure from one minute to the next. Also, in order to
bolster her waning confidence, she reaffirmed her vow that she would get
away from this mad house if it was the last thing she did.
Abruptly, though, Gwenyth's contemplation of escape was interrupted by
the big man dressed in white coveralls. "To begin, our investigation, this
morning, I wish to ask you one simple question, Miss O'Connell," Kevin said
in an even and unthreatening tone of voice. When he felt that he had her
undivided attention, he asked, "What exactly were you planning to offer to
Peter in return for his cooperation and your freedom?"
Gwenyth was ill prepared for such a question. It's not that the answer
wasn't pretty obvious. It was just that it had never been put to her quite
so bluntly before, and in particular never before an audience. Sure, men
had tried to "collect" from her plenty of times, but this was different.
These men appeared to be studying her. Some were even taking notes.
Gwenyth had never before felt so utterly exposed and vulnerable.
The reaction to adversity was intuitive for the pretty teenager.
Gwenyth turned on the charm and innocense. "Well, you know, I...." she
said, coyly. She felt the blood to rush to her face, and she didn't fight
it. At first she wouldn't look either man in the eye. She stood with one
arm across her breasts and one hand covering her pubic area as she slowly
rotated her slim body from side to side. Then she turned and smiled shyly
at Peter. She started to say something, but Kevin interrupted her again.
"You were going to offer him sex, in return for his help, were you not,
Miss O'Connell?"
Rapidly changing expressions flashed across Gwenyth's face like a slide
show: Astonishment.. embarrassment.. apprehension.. indignity.. anger.
"Answer me, Miss O'Connell!" Kevin snapped. "Were you, or were you not
offering sex as compensation were Peter to assist you in an attempt to
escape from our facility?" His abruptness startled Gwenyth.
"That's... I... It's..." Gwenyth spluttered as she stared in shock at
the man in white. He had a commanding presence, and Gwenyth was rather
intimidated. Gwenyth grappled for cohesive thought, but she was so
thoroughly flustered, that before she could think of anything to say in
response to the man, he held up his hand, effectively silencing her once
again. It was maddening as hell.
"Let's all have a look at just exactly what it was you said to our
associate," Kevin said solemnly, nodding in the direction of the flat
screen. He pressed a button on the remote, and the big monitor sprang to
life. Kevin, Peter and the audience of trainees all watched as on the
screen, Gwenyth's negotiations were reenacted.
"Look, if you can just get me some clothes, and maybe tell me how to get
out of here..."
Gwenyth watched in bewilderment as images of herself filled the huge
monitor.
"Won't you please help me?" The outlandish classroom echoed with her
recorded words. Then came the bargain.
"I'll make it up to you," Gwenyth offered on the big screen. "Really."
Gwenyth felt sickened as she watched herself smile seductively at the
young man there with her in the Encounter Chamber. She placed her hand
over his on her shoulder.
In the recording, when the man named Peter asked her what she meant by
that, Gwenyth witnessed her reply with growing horror. ""I mean... you
know. Maybe we could, you know, get together later on... maybe?" The
expression on her face, said it all. There was no question in anyone's
mind that she was attempting to seduce Peter. Then as if to seal the
covenant, when she was asked, Gwenyth openly and willingly betrayed her
fiance.
"But, Miss, surely a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend. What'll he
think?" the young man in white asked.
"Yes, I do," Gwenyth replied coyly on the screen. "But what he doesn't
know won't hurt him. Right?"
Thankfully the huge monitor went dark. Gwenyth stood hugging herself
while her spirits plummeted. Suddenly she became aware that in the silence
of the classroom, every eye was riveted upon her. Her sense of exposure
and vulnerability redoubled as she stared at her feet in humiliation.
"Look at me, please, Miss O'Connell," Kevin instructed the uncomfortable
young girl, interrupting her dark thoughts. "It seems pretty clear to me,
and I suspect to everyone here, that you indeed offered young Peter, here
the promise of an amorous rendezvous with you at a later date." Still the
young blond stared at her feet. "Look at me, young lady," Kevin said more
firmly.
Unexpectedly, he reached out and gripped Gwenyth's chin with strong
fingers. With seemingly irresistible strength he raised her face upward,
forcing the distraught teenager to look him in the eye. "Additionally,
Miss O'Connell, our records indicate that you have made this sort of pact
with more than one young man in the recent past." Kevin smiled
condescendingly at the pretty blond. Her expression of incredulity and
bewilderment was priceless.
Drawing upon her last reserves of confidence, the pretty teenager said
to the horrible man standing before her. "That's none of your business!"
Then with an unanticipated burst of unveiled malevolence, Gwenyth lashed
out. Her hand swung a tight arc, catching Kevin squarely on his right
cheek with a resounding "whack!" A hushed murmur passed through the
audience when after jerking her face from Kevin's grip, Gwenyth turned to
run. Her flight was cut short, however, when she crashed directly into
Peter's chest.
Before she knew what was happening, Peter's deceptively powerful arms
encircled her. Then with the grace and swiftness of a martial artist the
young Handler spun Gwenyth around to face Kevin and the class of Handler
Candidates seated in rows behind him.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Gwenyth cursed when Peter took a healthy
shock of her thick hair in his fist, pulling the corners of her eyes back
until she resembled a girl of Asian descent.
The next sound Miss Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell uttered was a visceral grunt
when with a practiced hand, Peter grabbed the exposed end of her CAP Device
and angled the deeply imbedded anal appliance upward such that its tip put
direct pressure on Gwenyth's coccyx, or tail bone. Then using her hair and
CAP as "handles", Peter effortlessly lifted the unfortunate young woman up
onto her tiptoes in front of Kevin. The surprisingly athletic young
Handler then proceeded to shake Gwenyth like a rag doll.
Kevin, who stood silently rubbing his cheek, smiled at the very
unladylike series of grunts and groans that came from the pretty blond
teenager as she received correction. To strike a Handler was a serious
infraction of discipline, and the headstrong young woman would be dealt
with quite severely, but not at this time. After all, Kevin as well as the
twenty some odd Handler Candidates in the room had a schedule to keep.
At last Gwenyth was set back onto her own two feet. She stood panting
heavily with a very pained look on her face as the big man in white went on
as though nothing unusual had occurred at all. Peter stood directly behind
her and maintained a controlling hold on her hair as well as on the vile
thing in her rear end. Gwenyth was a pretty miserable young lady at the
moment.
"As I was saying, Miss O'Connell," Kevin said. "We have reason to
believe that you are capable, and indeed willing to make this sort of
covenant whenever you think that it might be advantageous to you."
Gwenyth groaned when the man behind her twisted the horrible device
inside of her.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" the older man barked.
"But," she whined miserably.
"I said, Silence!" Kevin shouted, his face just inches from her own.
Then in a more controlled voice, he quoted, "Guests shall not speak unless
instructed to do so."
Gwenyth stared at him with an icy gaze.
"That's better," the Handler/Instructor said after a minute. Then
ignoring her plight, the man began again with his evil narrative. "I want
you to understand, Miss O'Connell, that you are not alone. It seems that a
great percentage of the members of the 'fairer sex' will use the promise of
sexual favor as a bartering tool." Then to Gwenyth's astonishment, the man
added, "My associates and I have no argument with that. In fact, we
support this course of action whole-heartedly," Kevin explained earnestly.
Gwenyth stood shell shocked and silent.
"What we at The Youth Training Center object to, Miss O'Connell, is the
fact that so many young women also share the propensity to default on their
end of the bargain."
Kevin paused for a moment to allow his words to register with the pretty
blond. He smiled when he recognized the comprehension beginning to bloom
on Gwenyth's face.
"Our mission this morning is twofold then, Miss O'Connell," Kevin went
on to explain. "The gentlemen that you see seated before you are here to
learn some of the techniques used to control the timing and degree of
arousal of the human female during sexual intercourse." Again Kevin smiled
as the girl's expression darkened noticeably. "You, Miss O'Connell will
provide us with an example and model for this purpose, and in return, we
will give you the opportunity to fulfill your obligation to Peter."
Gwenyth opened her mouth to protest, but the time for talk was over.
With no further delay Kevin said to his fellow associate, "Let's get her
into Service Position One, shall we, Peter?" Then looking at Gwenyth, he
ordered, "On your hands and knees, Miss O'Connell."
"Service Position One, Miss O'Connell," Peter voiced the command as he
forced the unhappy blond down to the mat using her hair and CAP quite
effectively.
While Peter went about getting Gwenyth into position, Kevin fetched a
tripod with a small digital camera mounted on it and set it up directly in
front of the couple. When all was in readiness, the Senior TYTC Handler
stood and faced his class.
"Very well, then," he began. "While Peter gets Miss O'Connell ready let
me give you an idea of what we are going to be exploring." The sounds of
pencils scratching on notepaper could be heard above the protests of the
pretty blond teenager and her Handler. "As soon as he is ready, Peter will
mount our Guest in what we refer to as Service Position One," Kevin
explained.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter was heard to say as Kevin went on with
the lesson.
"Service Position One, or simply the 'Service Position', is one of the
best postures for maintaining control over the female during intercourse.
The fact that the vaginal passage is in almost perfect alignment in this
position facilitates ease of entry. Also, very thorough penetration can be
achieved without the penile shaft contacting the clitoris. This generates
a tremendous sense of presence while at the same time greatly reduces the
chances of the female ramping to orgasm unexpectedly," Kevin lectured.
"And speaking of climax," he said. An extremely important decision
needs to be made at the onset of this exercise, and that is whether we are
going to allow or deny orgasm for Miss O'Connell at the conclusion of this
encounter. Peter has already made his choice, but I will leave it to you
to decide how each of you would choose were you in his position. At the
end of the exercise, we'll see if you made the right decision."
"Nnnnoo! You let go of me!" Gwenyth shrieked in the background. Her
protest was immediately followed by a groaning cry and some indecipherable
curses.
Paying little attention to the proceedings on the stage behind him,
Kevin went on with his lecture. "To aid us in making this most crucial
judgement call, we can look at Miss O'Connell's recent history," Kevin
instructed. "At TYTC we maintain extensive dossiers on all of our Guests.
Contained within these files is information of a highly personal nature.
Some of this data is provided to us by interested Clients, while some is
collected by our Special Projects Division. We attempt to gather and
maintain intelligence that is both comprehensive and current on each of our
young ladies, paying particularly close attention to anything having to do
with her sexual background and experience. Medical records, including
gynecological history, are also a part of each girl's dossier." Kevin
paused while the class of Handler Candidates took copious notes.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Gwenyth's Handler ordered. "Head up. Arch
your back!"
Kevin continued. "From Miss O'Connell's file we have learned that at
the age of thirteen, she gave up her virginity to the boyfriend of a
classmate and friend by the name of Nancy Worth. Miss Worth's beau was a
young man by the name of Norman Taylor," Kevin explained. "Our records are
a bit sketchy as to why Miss O'Connell found it necessary to seduce her
best friend's steady love interest, but then again, the motives and actions
of females during these formative years as they seek to position themselves
for pairing can be difficult to establish at first glance. Further
investigation, however, leads us to believe that Miss Worth, an attractive
girl in her own right, and Miss O'Connell were engaged in some sort of
challenge at the time to see who was the more charming, and who had the
greater ability to attract "boys". Allegedly, the two young ladies breezed
through the hearts of several victims before Miss O'Connell settled upon
the idea that she could win the contest and make a truly lasting impression
upon Miss Worth by seducing the young lady's current boyfriend. We're not
certain if Miss O'Connell originally intended to follow through to
consummation, but records show that young Mr. Taylor was nobody's fool.
Recognizing a good thing when he saw it, he seized upon the opportunity.
For months the young man was able to enjoy the favors of both young ladies
until Miss Worth finally discovered Miss O'Connell's treachery, and
subsequently broke up the triangle."
"Oww! You bastard!" Gwenyth screamed, interrupting the flow of Kevin's
dissertation.
Turning, the Handler/Instructor watched while his younger counterpart
disciplined his rambunctious charge. Gwenyth had been forced to her knees,
and Peter still held a fistful of her thick hair. While the class looked
on, the Handler pulled back hard on the disobedient young lady's blond
mane, causing her to arch her back at an astonishingly acute angle. This
in turn compelled the girl to thrust her hips upward. Placing the heel of
his free hand onto the butt end of Gwenyth's CAP Device, Peter began to
rotate the appliance while pushing it deeper into her anal passage. The
result was breathtaking in more ways than one.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter ordered. The girl groaned horribly
before him as the rectal device virtually rearranged her internal organs
and brought tremendous pressure to bear against her uterus and urinary
bladder.
"We won't keep you too much longer," Kevin said with a smile in Peter's
direction. The younger man nodded in return then pulled back harder on
Gwenyth's hair, forcing her into a strangled silence.
"As I was saying," Kevin continued after turning back to face his class.
"In this instance as well as two others during her sexual career, Miss
O'Connell demonstrated a penchant for both deceit and maliciousness in her
efforts to manipulate her relationships. We believe that because of her
tendency to resort to deception and treachery, that were she actually to be
placed into the position of having to deliver on her promises, that she
will more than likely seek to gain control over the sexual act as well. In
other words, if she absolutely must do it, Miss O'Connell wants to be in
charge. If she's going to be forced to 'deliver', it will be on her terms
and her pace." Kevin paused while his class noted his remarks. Behind him
the two soon to be lovers wrestled fitfully. "For this reason, we believe
that Miss O'Connell will make an ideal example for today's exercise.
Because of her propensity for devious behavior, Peter must remain
particularly diligent at all times during intercourse to insure that our
young Guest not be allowed to believe that she can in any way regulate
either the intensity or the duration of the encounter. She must be made to
know with certainty that she is on the receiving end, and never be allowed
by word or deed to alter the course of their love making. Peter, will of
course see to it that Miss O'Connell observes our Non-Negotiable Standards,
in particular Standard Number Seven which states that, 'Guests shall remain
silent while being attended to'." Kevin recited. "Additionally, he will
use a variety of proven techniques by which he can manage the degree of his
subject's arousal during copulation. As we proceed, I will endeavor to
point out the most notable of these tactics, and you will be able to judge
for yourselves their effectiveness.
Then, gesturing in the direction of the big monitor, Kevin said, "I want
you to direct your attention to the screen, please, gentlemen." On the
monitor a very large image of Gwenyth's face and shoulders appeared. As
the class looked on, her facial expression changed from one of exertion and
anger to a look of astonishment. Then as Kevin continued, Gwenyth's blue
eyes quickly became round and unfocused. "What you see here, gentlemen is
an example of The Inward Stare. In spite of the conditions of her
developing relationship with our associate, Peter, Miss O'Connell's
attention is quite clearly focused on her interior as her Handler
manipulates her CAP. What Peter is doing here is creating a distraction or
brief interval of time where Miss O'Connell's complete attention will be
directed toward whatever stimulus he employs," Kevin explained.
On the monitor, Gwenyth winced. She looked mildly nauseous. Kneeling
behind her Peter continued to rotate her CAP while with one swift, well
practiced move, he released his hold on her hair just long enough to lower
the zipper on his specially designed coveralls.
"Obviously the CAP Device is extremely useful for this purpose, but
there are many other instruments and methods which can be employed. During
the next few weeks you will be introduced to many of them and taught to
become proficient in both their selection and implementation," Kevin
pointed out to his class. "When you are working with a less than
cooperative Guest, such as our Miss O'Connell here, this period of time
generated by tactical distraction is ideal for entry."
While Kevin lectured, Peter, as if on cue, thrust himself into the
pretty blond.
"Please pay close attention to Miss O'Connell's face, gentlemen," Kevin
narrated. "If you look closely, you can actually gage Peter's advance by
the degree of dilation of her eyes. Additionally note the flare of the
nostrils," he explained as on the screen, the enlarged image of Gwenyth's
pretty face clearly depicted her lover's progress.
"As I stated earlier," Kevin said to his class. "The Service Position
is the best choice for mounting an uncooperative Guest, because in addition
to allowing you to maintain physical control over the subject, near perfect
vaginal alignment can be achieved with minimal effort."
Gwenyth grunted in a most unladylike fashion as her lover's thighs
pressed tightly against the shapely globes of her buttocks. On the big
monitor all in attendance noted the quivering of her lower lip and the
expression of wonder and surprise on her face as the blunt tip of her
Handler's penis prodded her cervix. The significance of her situation as
the subject of a class was temporarily lost to Gwenyth since she had more
pressing matters to consider.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" Peter ordered from behind. He'd shifted both
of his hands to Gwenyth's hips so as to hold her back upon himself.
"Two things are worth noting here, gentlemen," Kevin narrated in his
professional tone of voice. "The first being the fact that Peter has used
no foreplay of any kind. The Center considers the use of foreplay to be
contradictory to a young lady's conditioning. Vaginal lubrication, if
required, can be supplied artificially, but generally the effects of her
monthly dose of Thelazine is more than adequate to facilitate entry.
Secondly," Kevin continued, "you will note that Peter entered our Guest
completely on his first thrust. Hopefully you recognized this in Miss
O'Connell's facial expression." Turning toward the monitor, Kevin said, "It
is very important that a Guest become 'Fully Involved' as quickly as
possible. It has been proven that any hesitation upon initial penetration
can be easily misconstrued by the subject to be an invitation for her to
initiate some action. Remember," Kevin said in all seriousness. "She must
remain on the receiving end. In order to remain on the receiving end, she
must first begin on the receiving end, right?" he added with a wry smile.
"At this point in her training she is a receptacle. Nothing more, nothing
less. Enter her fully upon initial penetration, then hold there for a
minute or two. Provide her with a reference point. Let her know who you
are, and more importantly, that you are in charge."
Kevin again paused to let his students transcribe his remarks onto their
note pads. Behind him Gwenyth got better acquainted with her Handler until
he was ready to move on.
"Alright, if everyone is ready, let's proceed," Kevin said after
allowing a suitable amount of time to pass. On the raised stage behind
him, Peter began his cadence.
"Thrust Timing is probably one of the most critical skills that you will
be expected to master as Handler trainees," Kevin stated unequivocally.
"The old adage that 'some girls like it fast and some like it slow,' no
longer concerns us. What she 'likes' or 'dislikes' is irrelevant. What is
crucial is timing. Timing is everything." Kevin gazed down from the
lectern at the studious group of young men. Each one was focused and
attentive to his words. "The results of numerous case studies has shown
that in general, rapid thrusts tend to excite, whereas slow, measured
strokes will maintain a more uniform level of arousal," Kevin explained.
Gwenyth shuddered as her Handler's first two ingress/egress sequences
caused her to become familiar with every throbbing inch of him. She hadn't
been given the opportunity to look upon his manhood before it was thrust
into her, but Gwenyth quickly discovered that Peter was better endowed than
any young man she'd experienced thus far in her life. The shock of his
unexpected inaugural penetration had not yet worn off when Gwenyth
experienced what is known as "Vaginal Recall".
Vaginal Recall, or simply V.R. for short, is that physical and
emotional "memory" that remains with a young lady for a short time,
following full involvement. It has been described by many test subjects as
a sort of time lag, and depending upon the state of her arousal, it can
last anywhere from an instant to as long as several seconds. During
periods of V.R. a female will feel like she is fully compromised even
after her lover withdraws.
"V.R., gentlemen, can be a very important tool in managing a young
lady's level of excitement, if handled properly," Kevin explained. "If
one's Thrust Timing is concurrent with her V.R. Interval, then the female
can be made to believe that she is in a constant state of total involvement
even as she experiences the hydraulic pressure of her lover's strokes. The
resulting conflicting sensations can lead to a rapid loss of mental acuity,
and move her quickly toward becoming Womb Centered. At this point, orgasm
is imminent. If, on the other hand, thrust cycles are contradictory to, or
out of sequence with V.R., a state of physiological and mental confusion
can be induced."
Gwenyth had not yet had time to consider her predicament, nor had she
tried to protest or resist, following her Handler's initial penetration.
Her mind was too busy trying to deal with the conflicting sensations that
the female part of her anatomy was sending its way. These "messages", of
course, were greatly enhanced by the Thelazine which flowed in her veins.
Under the influence of the wonder drug that every Guest at TYTC is
given, a young lady finds it next to impossible to ignore the effects of
the physical stimulation of her erogenous zones, and this constant
bombardment of stimuli makes clear, cognizant thought quite difficult.
Gwenyth's bewilderment was readily apparent in her facial expressions
portrayed for the benefit of the class upon the huge, flat screen monitor.
The confused teenager felt her entrance dilate around the very tip of her
lover's manhood. "Is he pulling out?" she found herself wondering for an
instant, only to have the mirage of V.R. tell her that she was still
filled with him. Then on the big screen the class of Handler Candidates
watched her pale blue eyes become wide and staring as indeed she was
pervaded by Peter.
"Slow stokes maintain. Rapid strokes excite," Kevin quoted a TYTC axiom
for his pupils. "Sounds pretty simple doesn't it?" he asked the group of
young men. "At the present time, Peter is employing a slow, thorough
thrust pattern, and judging from the outward appearance of mental confusion
and lack of resistance in his subject, I would say that he is 'coupled' to
Miss O'Connell's V.R. Interval for the moment," Kevin explained. "Were he
to continue with this rhythm, our Guest would very gradually ramp to
climax. Everyone follow me so far?"
Heads nodded.
"Excellent," Kevin complimented his class. "Obviously, if Peter
increases his cadence and remains coupled to her V.R., Miss O'Connell will
achieve orgasm sooner. In order to 'uncouple' from our Guest's V.R.
Interval, Peter can do a couple of things. He can slow his pace to the
point where his periods of rest, either engaged or withdrawn, exceed the
duration of Miss O'Connell's Vaginal Recall. This technique is used often
during Night Partnering, when time is not an issue. If, on the other hand,
Peter were to simply vary his Thrust Timing and assume what we call a
Broken Cadence, he can more quickly fall out of sequence with V.R.. Any
questions?" Kevin asked.
Tom raised his hand.
"Yes, sir," Kevin responded in acknowledgment.
"Why would he want to uncouple with her?" Tom asked, but no sooner had
the question left his lips, than he knew the answer. Tom felt a bit
foolish.
Kevin, like all of the Handler/Instructors at The Youth Training Center,
was a very good teacher. He instantly recognized his student's
embarrassment, and chose his words accordingly so as not to rebuke the
young man.
"That's a fair question," he began. "The reason is twofold, actually.
The primary effect that breaking cadence will have on the exercise will be
to slow the progress of our Guest's level of excitation. Secondly, by
becoming uncoupled, as we call it, Peter sends a message to Miss O'Connell
that it is he who will dictate the terms of the engagement. This message
may be subtle. It may only come in the form of confusion for our young
lady, but the end result will be that by uncoupling, Peter assumes a
position of control. From this position he can govern both the intensity
and duration of the engagement. In short, he will be practicing the fine
art and science of Arousal and Climax Management," Kevin concluded. "Any
more questions?"
No hands went up.
"We must assume that the reason each of you is here, and have chosen the
path before you is because you desire the knowledge and ability necessary
to manage today's modern woman. So far we have talked about Thrust Timing
and Vaginal Recall and the fact that 'Slow stokes maintain. Rapid strokes
excite'. So what happens if we mix the advantages of the slow, even stroke
with those of the rapid thrust? The result is The Broken Cadence," Kevin
smiled at his audience. "So what exactly is the Broken Cadence, you ask?"
Kevin stated rhetorically. "I'm sure that every last one of you has at one
time or another practiced a rudimentary form of this technique in an effort
to adjust the timing of either your own climax or that of your partner. At
TYTC we have refined the natural act of varying one's Thrust Timing into a
defined and repeatable pattern. That's right. I said a pattern," Kevin
repeated when he saw a few raised eyebrows in the audience.
Down on the mat behind Kevin, Peter maintained an even stroke cycle with
Gwenyth while his colleague lectured the class of Handler Candidates.
She'd started to resist his attentions at one point, but he'd quickly
corrected her using her CAP. After seeing the video tapes of her "Double
I", Peter was mildly surprised at how well the young woman was behaving
herself. He'd expected a lot more protest than he'd received thus far from
her. With the exception of a very few verbal warnings and two CAP
corrections, Miss O'Connell seemed to have settled down and accepted her
situation, at least for the time being.
She was a rather fit young lady, both outside and in. Peter could feel
the strong muscles in her upper thighs and buttocks beneath his fingertips
as he pulled rhythmically on her hips, guiding her on and off of himself.
When he first entered her, she seemed a little dry, but she quickly
self-lubricated, after which time Peter was treated to the rubbery, sinuous
flexing of her strong vaginal muscles through an ample coating of silky
mucous. Once or twice he was forced to remind her to keep her head up and
to face the camera, or to arch her back more. He could tell that she was
beginning to warm up to him, because her attention span became shorter and
shorter as time went on.
"Huhhgg!" Gwenyth grunted when her lover's hips shot forward with
unanticipated force.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell," Peter cautioned.
Two long, slow strokes followed as the head of his penis traversed the
entire length of her birth canal. Gwenyth's head drooped between her
shoulder blades.
"Head up," her lover ordered as the first of two jabs delivered in rapid
succession got Gwenyth's attention. The second caused her jaw to drop, but
only the sound of a rapid exhale could be heard from the front row of the
classroom. The young lady's state of growing confusion was quite obvious
on the monitor as her lover pressed home the first of three slow, measured
strokes, each one timed to her V.R. Interval, and yielding the sensation
of being consistently filled to capacity. Yet ever so slowly and virtually
unnoticed by the pretty teenager, her previously increasing degree of ardor
began to ebb.
While the class of Handler Candidates watched the stunning performance
on stage, Kevin went on with his dissertation. "The Stroke Pattern for the
TYTC Broken Cadence is as follows, and I encourage all of you to write this
down. You will be tested."
"Beginning with a slow cadence, one rapid thrust is delivered, and when
we say 'rapid', we also mean forceful. We expect for the Guest's buttocks
to be compressed from the force of your delivery at the very least. That
is, of course, if she is in the Service Position," Kevin qualified. "In
the Missionary Position, the effects of your efforts will be judged by the
degree of her abdominal distention following delivery. Next come two
measured strokes. A Measured Stroke is defined as one that travels the
entire length of her passage, be it vaginal or otherwise. A measured
vaginal stroke would therefore begin with the head of the penis pressed
firmly against the cervix. It would end with the penile head just dilating
the vaginal portal. One stroke cycle, however, is defined as beginning at
the cervix, withdrawing to the vaginal opening, then returning to the
cervix. Any questions so far?" Kevin asked.
Seeing no hands, he continued. "I realize that a lot of this
information might seem a bit elementary, but in time you will recognize its
significance," Kevin paused for a moment. "So," he began again. "One
rapid thrust followed by two complete measured stroke cycles. Next we
deliver two rapid thrusts which are in turn followed by three measured
stoke cycles."
Turning his head slightly, Kevin said, "Peter here will be good enough
to demonstrate this technique while I continue. Please pay close attention
to the results. I think you will quickly see a marked change in our young
lady's disposition."
The periodic slapping of flesh against flesh now reverberated around the
big room as Kevin went on with his lecture. "After the three measured
strokes, Miss O'Connell will receive a single rapid thrust, followed by
four more measured strokes. Then two rapid thrusts, and the pattern
repeats itself, beginning with one measured stroke. In case you failed to
notice, a second level of complexity has been added to the pattern.
Whereas the cadence pattern originally began with a single thrust, followed
by a single stroke, followed by two thrusts, etc., the second sequence
begins with two thrusts, followed by a single stroke, and so on."
Kevin now noticed several puzzled expressions on the faces of his
students. "That's why I told you to write this down," Kevin chucked with a
knowing smile. Then he pressed another button on his remote and Gwenyth's
face, which was presently filled with confusion between winces, was
replaced by a table, listing the thrust sequence of the TYTC Broken
Cadence. Several sighs of relief could be heard from the audience as heads
bent over notebooks and pencils flew.
"Are we all on the same page now?" Kevin asked after a spell. "Good,
now let's move on. Many of you no doubt are wondering why the pattern is
so damn complicated. The answer is this. The Broken Cadence is designed
to frustrate any attempt on the part of the female to align herself with
the timing of her partner. We have seen numerous instances where a young
lady, once she realizes that she in unable to escape a lover's attentions,
will try to seize control of the engagement by thrusting with her hips or
bearing down with her internal musculature. Often these efforts are
designed to cause the male to ejaculate prematurely and subsequently end
the session on her terms. Other times the female, when faced with the
prospect of having to entertain a lover or lovers not of her choosing, will
attempt to escape into the relative oblivion of orgasm. This action causes
her to lose sight of her true purpose in the relationship, and that is to
please her partner. This tactic, naturally is unacceptable."
"Once you have mastered the Broken Cadence, you should feel confident in
the knowledge that at no time during sexual intercourse with any young lady
will you be out of control," Kevin spoke magnanimously. "We do not
advocate the constant use of this regimen, but at least once during every
encounter with one or more of our Guests, you will probably find yourselves
resorting to its 'leveling' capacities."
Miss Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell was as fine an example of the frustrating
effectiveness of the TYTC Broken Cadence as one could hope to find. She'd
been forced to endure the unwanted attentions of a male on another occasion
in her life, and that was when she tried to seduce her best friend's
boyfriend.
Gwenyth thought she'd succeeded famously with Norman Taylor. As far as
she could tell Nancy hadn't noticed that Gwenyth was on occasion coming on
to Norman. In retrospect, Norman did a fine job at playing the part of the
unsuspecting and upstanding young gentleman. When Gwenyth first approached
him, hinting at a surreptitious rendezvous, he professed undying loyalty to
Nancy, while astutely leaving the door open for further negotiations. When
the time came for Gwenyth and him to actually consummate their
relationship, Norman had the forethought to have a friend video tape the
engagement from a prearranged place of concealment. Although Gwenyth
believed herself to be in control during their love making, she managed to
blurt out several rather compromising remarks while in the throes of
ecstacy. All of which were witnessed and duly recorded for posterity.
What she'd planned to accomplish by seducing the young man was to score
points and prove to her friend Nancy that she was the sexier of the two.
Gwenyth had no desire at the time to continue on with the relationship with
Norman Taylor following their initial coupling, but as it turned out,
Norman had other plans.
Using the rather humiliating footage he'd captured of their heated love
making as leverage, Norman Taylor managed to convince Gwenyth to continue
to cooperate with him for many months to follow. Meanwhile the young man
maintained a healthy relationship with her friend Nancy as well. It was
all very demeaning for Gwenyth, knowing that Norman had turned the tables
on her and was using her. He made her feel particularly cheap when he
compared Gwenyth's talents with those of his "other girlfriend" during love
making.
Gwenyth soon discovered that in spite of the fact that Norman was able
to oblige her to perform for him sexually, he was by no means a talented
lover. The young man did his best to keep a tight rein on Gwenyth, but she
quickly found that a few rotations of her hips at just the right moment, or
perhaps a little squeeze when he stopped to catch his breath, was enough to
send Norman over the edge. Although Gwenyth detested the feeling of his
hot ejaculate spurting into her body, she hated being used by him a lot
more. By causing the young man to climax, she knew that at least the
current coupling would come to an abrupt end. After a few weeks, Gwenyth
had it down to a science. She knew Norman's weaknesses and exploited them
fully. Rarely did their times together last more than ten minutes, tops.
"One... two... three..." Gwenyth silently counted the slow strokes of
her lover. On the fourth one she intended to treat the man to a vaginal
embrace that was certain to get his attention. Gwenyth bolstered herself
to turn and give him her best provocative look over her shoulder. She knew
she couldn't escape from these men, at least not right now, but as far as
this dehumanizing demonstration was concerned, Gwenyth had endured all that
she could stomach. She intended to put an end to it post haste in the one
way she knew how.
"He had to be getting close," Gwenyth thought to herself. "He'd been at
her for almost an hour now." Gwenyth figured that all she had to do was add
just a little bit to the effort, and that would be that. The thought of a
perfect stranger dumping his vile bodily fluids into her body was sickening
to Gwenyth, but she was willing to make that sacrifice in order to end this
ugliness. Carefully she arched her back ever so slightly as he withdrew at
the end of his third stroke.
Gwenyth prayed that her actions would go undetected, as she prepared
herself spiritually. It really was surprisingly difficult for her to think
clearly and to keep any sort of strategy in the forefront of her mind.
Virtually overwhelming sensations from "down there" assaulted her reason,
more powerful than she ever remembered. Also, as much as she hated to,
Gwenyth had to admit, the man had talent.
He paused at her entrance while Gwenyth prepared for his fourth all
filling foray into her depths. She held her breath, trying to keep herself
from exercising a little test squeeze which might alert him to her plans.
She waited for the perfect opportunity. She would begin when he was half
way in, but the opportunity never came. Before Gwenyth knew what had hit
her, Peter slammed into her.
The power of his thrust was generous enough to knock the wind out of
Gwenyth. Additionally, because she was totally unprepared for Peter's
rapid intrusion, the head of his penis rammed into the very back of her
vaginal passage, finding an area of Gwenyth's reproductive anatomy that
had, until now, remained unvisited. It was like a second "first time" for
Gwenyth.
When she was able to breathe again, Gwenyth groaned more in frustration
than pain as Peter performed his next measured stroke cycle.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell," he ordered. Gwenyth couldn't see his
satisfied smile.
"What happened?" Gwenyth's mind cried silently as she accepted another
deeply invasive plunge. She thought for sure that she'd figured out his
rhythm. "Who are these men?" she wondered, and not for the last time.
"Huhh... huhh!" Gwenyth huffed as her cervix sustained the pummeling of
two more rapid thrusts.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" came her lover's instant reprimand.
Gwenyth was subsequently subjected to another half hour of love making
by the Handler named Peter. There were times when his steady and deeply
intruding thrusts caused her to experience the very beginnings of arousal.
She felt her nipples harden, for example. But as if he could read her mind
or predict her bodily functions, Gwenyth's lover would jolt her back to the
reality of being used as a laboratory specimen for a room full of deviants
each time she strayed. And all the while, the one she'd dubbed "The
Professor" droned on with his enraging play by play commentary.
As suddenly as he'd entered her, Peter pulled out, leaving Gwenyth with
a curious longing. This was, of course, another of the side-effects of
Thelazine, but to Gwenyth it represented a sign of weakness and depravity
in her character that she would come to loath.
"We have one more exercise this morning before we break for lunch,"
Kevin announced to the class.
Peter zipped up but remained in a kneeling position behind the young
blond ready to grab her if she tried to bolt. He'd certainly seen it
happen enough times. He'd decided not to allow the girl to reach orgasm,
and he knew that she would be left in a nasty mood as a result. There is
no wrath on Earth greater than that of a spurned and dissatisfied female.
Peter arrived at his decision based upon what he'd learned from
reviewing the O'Connell girl's dossier. The information contained in her
file was quite thorough and revealed a history of control issues and sexual
extortion. Peter decided that for Miss O'Connell to be involved in
non-consensual sexual experiences which ended not to her liking, would be
more beneficial to her long term conditioning. At least for awhile.
Particularly if she could be coerced into believing that she cooperated in
these liaisons of her own free will. It was a tricky business, the
psychology of A/C Management, but Peter was one of the brightest and the
best.
"I want to introduce you all to the concept of what we refer to as Free
Radical Sources of Stimulation," Kevin said to his class. "It is a rapidly
growing field of study at TYTC. So much so that one of our senior
associates has written a book on the subject. Free Radical Stimulation, or
FRS, can best be defined as sympathetic energy derived from, but not
directly the result of another source of stimulation." Kevin paused while
the Candidates took notes. "An example of FRS which is not only easy to
recognize and understand, but also lends itself well to demonstration in
the classroom setting, is Breast Sway," Kevin explained.
Behind him, Gwenyth caught his words and decided that she didn't like
what they suggested one bit. She started to stir, and instantly felt a
hand on her hip.
"Just settle down, young lady," Peter cautioned her. "We'll be getting
back to you soon enough."
Gwenyth glared at him, but remained quite for the moment. She sat back
on her haunches and waited. An opportunity to escape might still present
itself, and she wanted to be ready to spring into action.
"In the Service Position this phenomenon can be decidedly pronounced,
particularly in females with larger and more pendulous breasts. As her
body rocks forward and back in response to her lover's attentions her
breasts will develop a sympathetic rhythm and begin to swing freely to his
cadence. If allowed to continue unchecked, the female will soon experience
Free Radical Stimulation as a result of the uncontrolled sway of her
breasts," Kevin lectured. "As I mentioned earlier, it is fairly easy to
understand this common example of FRS. As her partner provides her with a
primary, managed source of stimulation, her breasts begin to sway, thereby
augmenting the overall experience by adding unintentional and unwanted
sexual impetus." Kevin glanced around the room and was happy to see that he
had everyone's undivided attention. This was indeed a crucial topic.
"Other instances of Free Radical Stimulation are more difficult to
detect. Just a few months ago an astonishing example of FRS was identified
by one of our top Junior Handlers. Prior to this discovery, Free Radical
Stimulation was thought to be a strictly physical phenomenon. Our
intuitive associate blew that theory right out of the water, however, when
he discovered that FRS can also influence a subject both mentally and
emotionally." Kevin paused to allow his students to digest this ground
breaking theory.
"Let's have another look at our fundamental doctrine for a moment."
Kevin manipulated his remote and a copy of the TYTC Mission Statement
appeared on the screen. "In particular let's concentrate on the second
part which just happens to be the founding principle of our entire training
program." The second half of the TYTC Mission Statement enlarged and filled
the screen.
"Given a suitable amount of sexual impetus by a partner, partners 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 relationship."
"Since the Center first opened its doors in 1986, our Management Team,
our Handlers, our Corps of Collectors, our medical personnel, and in fact
everyone in our employ has operated under the premise that eventually our
Guests, who are here against their wills for the most part, will first
learn to cooperate. Then as time and training progresses, they will
eventually become active and willing participants. Sounds pretty straight
forward, right?" Kevin said with a shrug.
"That's what we thought," Kevin added. "The key word here is
'eventually'. Eventually most females will conform to our programs and
principles, but what our bright young associate discovered is that a few
young ladies will learn to participate faster than others." Kevin smiled.
"For years we attributed this occurrence to a productive training program.
We congratulated ourselves for the speed with which a few of our young
ladies adjusted to their new lives and responsibilities, but what appeared
to be success was actually FRS in disguise."
"What our Junior Handler recognized is the fact that for a surprising
number of young ladies, being taken against her will can be an exciting
experience. To put it simply, some females derive emotional Free Radical
Stimulation from non-consensual sex. Since the discovery of this rather
elusive form of FRS, we have detected symptoms in a couple of Guests even
during their Induction Interviews." Kevin raised his eyebrows to signify
the true enormity of this statement.
"At first this doesn't sound like much of a problem. So what if she
gets turned on by her training program. Isn't that what we're after?"
Kevin spread his hands in a questioning gesture. "Let's reflect on that
for a moment. To the trained A/C Manager, any source of ungoverned
stimulation must be considered to be potentially problematic, since it can
lead to unanticipated changes in the subject's level of arousal."
"Ask yourself this. If a Guest derives excitement and therefore
stimulation purely from the non-consensual nature of her training program,
will she enjoy the full benefit of that program? With FRS masquerading as
acceptance or even obedience, is she not, in reality, out of control under
the true definition of A/C Management?" Again Kevin looked around the room.
He was pleased to see expressions of comprehension on a few of the faces of
his students.
"We now believe that a Guest who becomes overly cooperative very early
in her training program is probably suffering from Emotional Free Radical
Stimulation Syndrome. EFIRS, we call it, and it is a big problem." Kevin
said in all seriousness. "Our Management Team, working closely with staff
psychologists and physiologists, has determined that there is little doubt
that a Guest suffering from EFIRS cannot possibly realize the full benefit
of our program of conditioning. In essence her affliction causes her to
take an emotional shortcut to a state of induced cooperation without first
learning acceptance, submissiveness, respect and eventually obedience.
Although we haven't yet been able to compile a suitable quantity of data
with which to conduct a really thorough analysis, our statisticians have
determined that perhaps one in seventy females potentially will suffer from
EFIRS. Make no mistake. The ramifications for The Youth Training Center
stemming from the discovery of this condition are staggering, but the
simple fact is this. Based upon the findings of our investigation, we have
determined that we may have inadvertently graduated as many as two hundred
'flawed' young women."
The room remained silent with the exception of a cough from someone in
the audience.
"What this means, gentlemen, is that for the first time since we opened
our doors, The Youth Training Center is issuing a recall for over two
hundred young women, ages ten to nineteen. If any of you are wondering why
you are here, or whether or not the life you've chosen will be rewarding,
let me assure you, your presence here is no accident. And with over two
hundred Guests returning for remedial training, in addition to our rapidly
growing client base, you can bet that at the conclusion of this session of
our Handler Candidate Program, you will all find yourselves very busy, very
quickly." Kevin waited while the twenty some odd young men chatted
excitedly amongst themselves. He remembered fondly his days as a trainee.
Everything was so new and exciting.
Then when a suitable period of time had passed, he spoke up. "OK,
gentlemen, please, let's get back to the business at hand. We still have a
lot of material to cover."
The room fell silent.
"Very well. Let's begin by demonstrating the more easily diagnosed form
of FRS, resulting from Breast Sway," Kevin began.
Behind him Gwenyth looked his way. Her expression was plainly
apprehensive. She'd listened attentively to everything the mad man in
white had said about flawed graduates and recalls and the like, and his
words had filled her with foreboding.
Gwenyth was pretty much fully recovered after her engagement with the
monster named Peter. While she sat in silent dread of what was going to
happen to her next, Peter reached over unexpectedly and made a slight
adjustment to the evil instrument in her rear end.
Shortly after another depraved man in white who'd posed as a doctor, put
the thing into her, Gwenyth had tried to remove it. That had been a big
mistake. It was quickly pointed out to her that under no circumstances was
she to meddle with or remove what the "doctor" had called her CAP Device.
Gwenyth was then given a quick demonstration of the consequences she could
expect, should she choose to disobey.
Gwenyth looked at Peter questioningly from over her right shoulder as he
slowly twisted her CAP. The sensation which seemed to emanate from the
roots of her soul, was mildly nauseating, and unbeknownst to Gwenyth,
Peter's actions served their intended purpose. The pretty teenager was
focused on her interior, and consequently she didn't hear a word that was
spoken when the man she called "the professor" announced her immediate
fate.
"For this exercise, I'll require a volunteer from the class," Kevin
stated. He waited while the trainees looked at one another. Kevin hadn't
told them what he needed a volunteer for, and being fresh recruits, the men
were understandably a little nervous. A minute passed before Kevin made
his choice. "How about you, sir," he said, pointing to a young man in the
third row.
"Is he pointing at me?" Tom wondered aloud.
The Candidate Trainee seated next to him leaned his way and said with a
smile, "Go ahead, man. He wants you up there."
Tom still wasn't sure. Standing up he asked bashfully, "Me?"
"Yes, you," Kevin replied reassuringly. "Come on up here. I need your
help."
As Tom stood up from his desk and walked to the front of the classroom,
he heard excited whispers from the rest of the students. His heart was
racing in his chest as he stepped up onto the raised platform and took the
offered hand of the Handler/Instructor who awaited him.
"Welcome. Thank you for joining us, ahhh..." Kevin hesitated. Tom
stared at him dumbly. "Your name, my good man?" Kevin asked with a smile.
"Oh, uh, Tom," the nervous trainee replied.
"Tom. Good. OK, Tom," Kevin said. "Thanks for joining us, Tom."
Tom nodded, but remained silent. He looked down at the blond girl
kneeling a few feet away. From up close, Tom could see that she was truly
lovely. She returned his appraising gaze with a cool stare. Tom looked
away.
Noting Tom's silent exchange with Gwenyth, Kevin decided that it was
high time that the young trainee got his feet wet. "Please remove your
trousers, Tom," Kevin requested flatly.
"Huh?" Tom responded to the unexpected appeal.
"Take your pants off, man," Kevin came back with a friendly chuckle and
a pat on the back. "How else are you going to get to know this pretty
young lady better?" Kevin smiled slyly and winked.
Tom was momentarily stunned. Then after looking from the man in white
coveralls who'd just made him an incredible offer, to the object of that
offer, kneeling naked and vulnerable just a few feet away, Tom quickly
kicked off his loafers, tugged his khaki pants down to his ankles and
stepped out of them. Then in the next instant he pulled his jockey shorts
off and tossed them on top of his pants on the floor of the stage.
Kevin took a quick look and smiled. Gwenyth took a quick look and
didn't smile. Tom Mathews was rather well endowed.
He would work out well as a Handler, Kevin decided before he turned to
the young man and said, "Tom, allow me to introduce you to Miss Gwenyth
Leigh O'Connell."
The young trainee's erection preceded him as he approached the girl
kneeling on the padded floor mat.
"Miss O'Connell, this is Tom."
Kevin placed a hand on Tom's shoulder and moved him a little closer.
Gwenyth stared up at him warily. She knew that something unpleasant, at
least for her, was about to happen.
"Peter, here will assist you, Tom," Kevin said, gesturing toward his
colleague.
Peter shifted his position on the mat so that he knelt on the girl's
right side. Then he issued a command. "Service Position One, Miss
O'Connell." Anticipating resistance from the pretty teenager, he reached
behind Gwenyth and grasped the butt end of her anal appliance.
While Peter went about getting the young lady into position, Kevin
explained to his bashful volunteer what he wished for him to do. "As soon
as Miss O'Connell is ready, Tom, I want you to kneel down and mount her
from behind."
"Whaaa?" Gwenyth gasped from the floor when she heard what Kevin was
saying, but Peter quickly stepped in.
"Silence, Miss O'Connell!" he snapped as he pulled upward on her CAP.
Arch your back. Head up," he ordered.
With practiced skill, the Handler manipulated the dense composite
device, angling it into a most effective position inside the girl's tender
nether passage. Gwenyth, as a result, was quickly distracted and ignored
all else for several moments. Long enough, in any case, for Tom to kneel
between her calves on the cushioned mat.
"Head up, Miss O'Connell," Peter ordered once again and gave her CAP
Device a little pat.
To Gwenyth it felt like he'd rapped directly on her uterus with his
knuckles. Such was the ability of the composite material from which the
CAP Devices were fashioned to conduct mechanical energy. As her head came
up, the lumbar area of Gwenyth's spine moved downward, bringing her vaginal
passage into perfect alignment, and the next thing the pretty teenager
knew, she'd accepted her second lover of the morning.
"All the way in, please, Tom," Kevin coached from nearby. "Remember,
you're a professional."
Gwenyth's nostrils flared and her blue eyes bulged in her skull as all
eleven inches of young Tom Mathews' ample manhood found a new home. It
took a moment for the full implication of what had just happened to her to
sink in. Speaking of sinking in, Gwenyth subconsciously continued to
marvel at the sheer size of her current lover, even as she prepared for a
struggle.
Anticipating the girl's intentions, Peter gave Tom a bit of sage advice
from his kneeling position close by. "She's probably going to try to
fight, Tom," the man said. "Grasp her by the fronts of her thighs just
below her hips. This way she'll have a hard time escaping from you
completely," Peter coached. "Pull back on her hips and at the same time,
drive yourself home. She can handle you, so don't worry about hurting
her."
Gwenyth meanwhile was becoming more and more incensed by what she heard.
The two men discussed her like a toy. Gwenyth was outraged. To be raped a
second time by yet another perverted beast was more than she could
tolerate. Gwenyth started to buck.
"Ah, ha," Kevin exclaimed with a good natured laugh from nearby. "It
appears you're in for a little 'rodeo love'. Stay with her, Tom, my boy.
Don't let her get away."
"That's the spirit, Tom!" Peter complimented the trainee as the young
man's pretty companion started to thrash her hips violently from side to
side in an attempt to dislodge him.
"Fuck you!" Gwenyth cried hoarsely. "Fuck you all!" she screamed.
Supporting her weight on her left hand, the irate blond tried
unsuccessfully to strike her lover with her right fist. But the young man
held her firmly by the hips, pulling her back and onto himself and
compressing the supple flesh of her shapely buttocks against the fronts of
his hairy thighs, effectively spoiling her aim. Her blows consequently
went wide and were ineffective.
"Now, now. We'll not tolerate any fisticuffs from you, young lady,"
Peter warned on Tom's behalf. Gwenyth spat at Peter in response.
"I'm glad to see you so full of energy, Miss O'Connell," Kevin
interjected. "Grab a handful of her hair, Tom and use it to pull her head
back," Kevin instructed. "That should help to keep her quiet and under
control for the time being."
Gwenyth was ready for him. The instant that Tom dropped his right hand
from her hip in order to make a grab for her hair, Gwenyth lurched hard in
the opposite direction. If it hadn't been for Tom's considerable size, the
young lady might have been successful in pulling herself off of him. At
the last second, however, with only the tip of his penis remaining inside
of the young woman, Tom made a desperate grab for her thick blond main.
"Gotcha!" Tom growled, closing his fingers around a thick shock of the
girl's silky blond tresses. Then with a hearty chuckle, Tom pulled back
hard. "Whoa, baby!" he exclaimed. Tom was getting into the spirit of
things. Gwenyth uttered a surprised grunt when her lover reintroduced
himself into her, and once again she found herself fully involved.
"Go, Tom!" someone in the audience shouted, offering encouragement.
"Alright, gentlemen, let's settle down," Kevin said to his class. "We
have work to do." Then he turned to the trio on the mat and said, "Tom, if
you wouldn't mind pulling a bit harder on Miss O'Connell's hair. Ideally,
I'd like for her to arch her back enough so that her breasts are
accessible, but I want her to keep both hands on the mat. Will you do that
for us?" Kevin asked.
Gwenyth gritted her teeth as the horrible young man pulled her head back
until she could barely breathe. She simply couldn't believe that this was
happening to her.
Tom was in heaven. As his confidence slowly built, and he began to
exert more control over the young blond, he looked down at her wasp-like
waist and her flaring hips. He felt the warmth of her smooth skin and the
firmness of her flesh beneath press against his thighs as he continued to
draw her back onto himself.
Without a doubt this young lady was one of the finest scores of his
life. His introduction to her had been so hurried that Tom really hadn't
had time to consider her attributes. Not long ago Tom had watched another
man have his way with her for almost an hour, and logic would have it that
she should be rather worn out by now. Tom had experienced "sloppy seconds"
on a few occasions in his collage days, and now that he had time to think
about it he marveled at the girl's residual fitness. Once she settled
down, allowing him full access, Tom worked his hips slowly from side to
side until he maneuvered himself into her spiritual center. At that point
he was rewarded with a powerful vaginal embrace, hot and sinewy. Tom
decided at that very moment that he wanted to spend a lot more time with
Gwenyth Leigh O'Connell, and he was prepared to dedicate his talents toward
that goal as well as those of The Youth Training Center who's vision of a
brighter future made it all possible.
"A little farther back with her head, please, Tom," Kevin said,
interrupting his revery. Tom pulled back on the soft blond mane clutched
in his right hand. "Excellent. Now I would like for everyone to please
observe Miss O'Connell's breasts. Those of you seated near the back should
move forward."
Chairs scraped against tile as the Candidates in the rear of the
classroom stood and moved forward for a better view.
"How would you best describe the shape of Miss O'Connell's breasts?"
Kevin queried the group. "Conical, rounded, pointed?"
"Conical," someone offered.
"Conical? Yes, I agree," Kevin said. "And at barely seventeen years of
age, the mammary tissues should still be relatively firm," Kevin added.
"Additionally, Miss O'Connell's records indicate only a moderate sexual
history, which would lead one to assume that her breasts have been
manipulated sparingly. Peter, suppose you take a moment to palpate Miss
O'Connell's breasts then share the results of your brief survey with the
rest of the class."
Gwenyth had never experienced such horror in her life. While a group of
uncaring, inhuman monsters looked on with clinical disregard for her
plight, her head was drawn so far back that she thought her spine would
snap. Her larynx was stretched to the point that she could barely manage
to draw a breath, and tears sprang from her eyes as her depraved lover
maintained a painful degree of tension on her hair. If that wasn't bad
enough, the fact that his manhood virtually inhabited her lower abdomen
filled Gwenyth with a soul felt revulsion. And now... now the other demon
in white began to handle her breasts, touching... squeezing... pinching.
Peter narrated while he fondled for the benefit of the class of young
Handler Candidates. "Mammary glands are of moderate size. Fatty tissue
maintains good tensile resilience when palpated," he murmured as he handled
Gwenyth at will. While he did so, Peter gazed directly into her eyes. He
could plainly see the melange of humiliation and indignation within those
sky blue windows to her soul. "Nipples are of a serviceable size surrounded
by well formed areolae." While he shared his analytical description of
Gwenyth's nipples, Peter gripped first one sensitive nub then the other
between the fingers and thumb of his right hand. "Breast tissue overall is
supple and has maintained its elasticity over the years." He shook
Gwenyth's right breast by its nipple, then the left. The irate teenager
was forced to grit her teeth and endure his dehumanizing attentions. She
was helpless in the hands of these ghastly men. At least for now. With an
icy gaze, she stared into the eyes of her tormentor. Peter returned
Gwenyth's unspoken hostility with a pleasant smile as he hefted her
breasts, one in each hand. "The skin is soft and blemish free," Peter said
as he examined each supple orb more closely. Then he dropped them
abruptly, causing them to jiggle enticingly for a second. "Nice tits,"
Peter commented in casual summation.
"Thank you, Peter. Well done," Kevin remarked. "From what Peter has
shared with us, I would venture to say that in Miss O'Connell's case,
breast sway can probably be managed by simply varying one's Thrust Timing,"
Kevin informed his class.
"Let's find out if I'm right. Shall we," Kevin then said with a grin.
Turning toward the stage, Kevin said, "Tom if you would be so kind as to
ease tension on Miss O'Connell's hair, then deliver a series of a dozen or
so measured stroke cycles."
Tom nodded his understanding. He heard his pretty partner breathe a
sign of relief when he released her hair and returned his right hand to her
hip. He then looked to his instructor for guidance.
"Go ahead, Tom," Kevin said in a friendly tone of voice. Then he faced
his class and added, "Once Tom establishes a rhythm, I want you all to come
up and gather round so that you can pay close attention to our young lady's
breasts. If I'm correct in my assessment, you should see little to no sway
at all."
All eyes turned to Tom and his partner. Sensing the pressure of his
fellow students' combined gaze upon him, Tom proceeded as confidently as he
could given the circumstances. Chairs scraped on the tile floor as the
remaining members of the latest class of Handler Candidates moved to the
front of the room and formed a loose circle around the two lovers. Some
knelt on the mat on the far side of Tom and Gwenyth while a few others took
a seat on the edge of the raised edge of the stage.
Although the constant pistoning pressure of her lover's manhood
represented a considerable distraction for Gwenyth, nothing could sooth the
utter humiliation and debasement she felt at having an audience so close at
hand for what was suppose to be an intimate experience. And to make matter
worse, the man Gwenyth called "The Professor" chose to kneel beside her and
continue with his dissertation.
Placing one hand on Gwenyth's back between her shoulders, Kevin looked
at Tom and commented in his usual perfunctory way, "Your pace is excellent,
but if you wouldn't mind giving us a little more force on the ingress,
please, Sir."
Those who were still watching the big flat screen monitor saw Gwenyth's
eyes grow a bit wider when Tom complied with his instructor's wishes.
"That's much better. Just hold that cadence while I show the group a
little trick I've learned," Kevin said. Then he looked quickly around the
circle of faces. "One very good way to gauge breast sway is to place one's
hand palm up beneath the female's breasts." Kevin reached his hand under
Gwenyth to demonstrate while he continued his with explanation. "Move your
hand upward until you can just feel her nipples against your palm. Then
let the motion of your love making move her nipples across the surface of
your palm." Kevin again glanced around the circle of faces to be certain
that he was getting through to everyone.
"Compare the motion of her nipples across your hand to the movement of
her shoulders," Kevin instructed, nodding toward his hand between Gwenyth's
shoulder blades. "If there is little to no breast sway , the motion will
be equal. If, on the other hand, her shoulders move either forward or
back, and there is a delay before the breast mass 'catches up', if you
will, you can be certain that breast sway exists, and that to some degree,
she will experience FRS."
Gwenyth barely heard the lecture any more. She knew that a man was
talking, and were she to consider it, she probably would realize that it
was "The Professor" who spoke, but her ability to comprehend the content or
context of his words was rapidly waning.
On the monitor behind the group, the enlarged image of Gwenyth's face
illustrated her true state of awareness. The vacant facial expression, the
slightly glazed eyes, the flushed skin, all were indicative of female
arousal.
Many will no doubt ask at this point, why Gwenyth wasn't putting up more
of a fight. In essence, she was being publically raped, albeit for a
profoundly vital cause, but none the less... "At least she should be
protesting her situation," one might suggest. "Crying, screaming,
something?"
Instead, the only sounds that Gwenyth seemed willing to make for the
last ten minutes were a few discrete gasps and grunts. Some might
attribute her uncharacteristic lack of resistance to shock, yet no other
symptoms of shock existed. Had the previously feisty and combative Miss
O'Connell so quickly resigned herself to a seemingly unalterable fate? Not
hardly. The cause for Gwenyth's gradual and inescapable progression from
victim to participant was, of course, the wonder drug, Thelazine.
Ordinarily, fear, indignation and rage would be the dominate emotions
experienced by a young woman in Gwenyth's position, but thanks to the
dedicated men and women of the TYTC Research and Development Department,
the Guests of the Center are spared many of these unpleasant sentiments and
emotional trauma.
Unlike the more popular designer aphrodisiacs and "date rape" drugs,
Thelazine doesn't directly affect the emotional or mental state of the
subject. Instead, Thelazine influences a young lady's sense of touch,
specifically in the parts of her anatomy which pertain to sexual arousal
and reproduction. Using processes of inductive stimulation far to involved
to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine triggers heightened nerve
fiber discrimination in those areas commonly known as the erogenous zones.
These sensory enhancements are virtually undetectable to the female subject
until these areas of her anatomy are in turn awakened by outside stimuli.
At that time, Thelazine gently "encourages" the subject to "listen to" the
messages that her body sends her rather than to ignore or suppress them.
Whereas ordinarily a young lady would be predominated by fear or rage
during a non-consensual encounter, Thelazine causes her to redirect her
attention to what we refer to as her "Inner Female". Then as time passes
and stimulation continues, she is gently and inexorably coaxed to respond
to those intrinsic signals inherent in every young woman. There are many
other exceedingly desirable effects provided by this exceptional
medication, such as increased spontaneous production of vaginal mucous by
the Bartholins's and Skene's glands and ducts. But the single most
remarkable aspect of the Thelazine experience is that its effects are so
subtle, that the subject begins to believe she is cooperating by free
choice. This, naturally, serves to slowly erode her self-esteem, and helps
her to become more receptive and responsive to further suggestion.
Thanks in part to this truly miraculous medication Miss Gwenyth Leigh
O'Connell gradually became less and less combative as the demonstration
continued. "In fact, breast sway is probably the leading contributor to
unwanted FRS," Kevin said to the attentive group of young men who
surrounded Gwenyth and her lover. "Tensile pressure on the skin
surrounding the areolae as well as vibration of the mammary tissue can
quickly send an already aroused young lady 'over the edge', so to speak.
If we intend to effectively regulate her state of arousal, then we must
certainly learn to recognize and manage breast sway," Kevin lectured. All
the while he sampled first one breast then the other, allowing Gwenyth's
fully erect nipples to brush rhythmically to and fro across his upturned
palm while class looked on.
The other Candidates may very well have been monitoring Gwenyth's
breasts for signs of regular oscillation, but Tom, who was supplying the
motive force for the exercise, was currently distracted by the sight of his
own two inch girth, heavily veined and glistening with her satiny fluids,
moving steadily in and out of the attractive teenager's supple vaginal
sheath. With each slow thrust, Tom felt every convolution of her sinewy
interior as her anatomy made room for his persistent intrusions.
Responding to her "Inner Female", Gwenyth instinctively clutched at him
upon egress. It was a thrilling sight indeed for Tom to witness the young
girl's tightly stretched inner lips cling to his retreating shaft and be
pulled outward from between her heavy labia majora.
Tom was also keenly aware of the exceptional beauty of the "rest" of
Miss Gwenyth O'Connell as she knelt before him. His eyes lingered dreamily
over the exquisite shape of her spreading hips held firmly between his two
hands. The roundness of her buttocks, the slimness of her waist, the
rippling muscles just visible beneath the flawless expanse of her back and
the shining cape of strawberry blond hair which covered her shoulders were
literally intoxicating to the young Candidate in training.
Tom would remain forever grateful to Kevin for saving him from his own
inexperience and the embarrassment he would surely have suffered in front
of his peers. Tom didn't notice when Kevin concluded his demonstration and
moved beside him. Tom was only barely aware of the slapping sound of flesh
upon flesh as the fronts of his thighs impacted against the firmness of
Gwenyth's rear end.
In retrospect, Tom hoped that he would have come to his senses in time
to avert disaster, but thankfully Kevin had placed a hand on his shoulder
and said more to the class than to him, "I think if you will all have a
look at the monitor you will see that Miss O'Connell has become quite
involved with our little demonstration."
As if waking from a dream, Tom realized just in time that he'd become a
bit too enthusiastic. Quickly he slowed his pace, but didn't stop
completely, hoping the rest of the students hadn't noticed that he'd been
nearly out of control.
Kevin smiled at Tom surreptitiously before continuing. The vastly more
experienced Handler knew very well that the majority of these young
Candidates present in the classroom that morning had never been with a
young lady in a non-consensual setting, and certainly never with a girl who
was Thelazine "enhanced". Miss O'Connell was no doubt treating the
otherwise capable young man to a most remarkable experience, an experience
that Tom would most assuredly be encouraged to repeat at another time. But
for now, they had a schedule to keep.
"You may exit Miss O'Connell now, Tom, and thank you." Then with a
smile, Kevin added, "We'll give you an opportunity to spend some time with
her later on."
Tom smiled a bit sheepishly then pulled out of the lovely blond, leaving
her shaking and confused. Kevin went on with his lecture
"Constant attention to her condition is essential if you gentlemen are
to become competent Arousal and Climax Managers," Kevin stated with a
glance in Tom's direction. The young man blushed. "You must learn to
disassociate yourselves from the sexual act while you're working. You will
be taught to monitor her reactions, both internally and externally. By the
time you don your whites, each and every one of you will possess the
knowledge and experience needed to predict both her actions and her
reactions." Kevin smiled magnanimously at his latest class of bright young
Candidates. Then he knelt once again beside the lovely blond teenager. He
placed his hand on her hip and slowly rubbed her smooth skin. Then,
unexpectedly the Handler/Instructor grasped Gwenyth's CAP Device gently
between two fingers and began to slowly rotate the deeply seated
instrument. "This little lady will no longer represent the enigma that she
has sought for generations to develop and foster," Kevin murmured. Gwenyth
trembled noticeably. "For you Miss O'Connell and every member of the
'fairer sex' will become eminently predictable and, as a result,
manageable."
Continued... SM
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