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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.
Recall - Part 2
By - The StoryMaster
Marc Peterson was just plain beat. At age twenty-two, Marc was
powerfully built and in excellent physical shape. On "the outside" he
enjoyed the reputation of having remarkable stamina when it came to
sports or anything else he did. As a result, Marc never would have
believed that this new occupation he'd chosen would be so physically
demanding. But the proof was in the pudding, as they say, and
although he was fatigued, Marc still had a job to do.
The pretty blond girl groaned softly when he slipped into her from
behind. She was not yet fully awake, but after having been taken by
him many times the evening before, she accepted him into her interior
with little to no difficulty. Marc slid his left hand under her arm
and found and cupped her small breast as he cuddled up close behind
her on the big bed. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair and
inhaled a deep draft of her youthful bouquet. Remembering what he'd
learned so far, Marc pushed forward with his hips, compressing the
supple flesh of her buttocks against the fronts of his thighs, and
forcing himself fully into her. He felt some resistance inside of the
young girl as the broad head of his ten inch penis wedged tightly into
the very deepest part of her vaginal passage. She groaned again, a
little louder this time.
"Silence, Miss Warner," he murmured from just behind her ear. Marc
began with a slow stroke cycle cadence. He intended to occupy
approximately one hour of the girl's time, before he would allow her
to rise and go about her day. "Slow stokes maintain. Rapid strokes
excite," Marc recited to himself one of the many TYTC principles of
technique, as he moved steadily in and out of the young girl. He felt
her supple internal musculature begin to work with him. For one so
young, she had remarkable control. In fact, she was by far the
youngest girl that he'd ever been with.
In the past Marc had entertained fantasies about having his way with
an underage young lady, but the opportunity had never presented
itself. Until now, that is.
Jillian Warner shuddered as the stranger's rather large penis plowed
slowly in and out... in and out... in and out. It was easier this
morning. He moved slower.
Last night he'd been more enthusiastic, especially the first time. It
had hurt her some. In particular when he bumped into the dense
composite device which lay buried deeply in her rear end.
Jillian shifted her hips, angling her vaginal passage to better
facilitate her lover, allowing him more direct access without putting
pressure on her imbedded anal appliance. Her lover obliged her by
promptly filling her to capacity with his manhood.
Jillian was no stranger to love making. In fact, for a girl of
fourteen, she enjoyed a reasonably active sex life. The gentlemen
who's life and bed she shared, however, was an older man, old enough
in fact, to be Jillian's grandfather. His love making was generally
methodical, bordering on routine, and although he failed to challenge
her in "the sack", he treated Jillian well, providing her with
everything she needed. Jillian missed her parents and her old friends
from time to time, but from the day when she was first abducted and
brought to TYTC, Jillian had entertained no thoughts of escape.
Actually, if the truth be known, it was this very exceptional degree
of cooperation that Jillian afforded her venerable love interest, that
resulted in her return to The Youth Training Center.
Following the discovery of a condition known as Emotional Free Radical
Stimulation Syndrome, Jillian's lover, along with all of the past
Clients of the institution was sent information describing some of the
signs and symptoms of EFIRS. Early and sometimes overly enthusiastic
cooperation with a non-consensual partner is considered to be one of
the primary behavior patterns associated with the often inexplicable
condition. For this reason Jillian Warner wore the black velveteen
collar of an EFIRS Returnee, as her small body rocked rhythmically in
the arms of a man she'd met only yesterday.
Marc worked with the fourteen year old for over an hour, during which
time he took great care to monitor her state of arousal, allowing her
to approach apogee many times, but never letting her actually achieve
orgasm. This course of action was deemed best for early morning
routines by those who knew far more than he, and although Marc had
recently been issued his white coveralls, he was, none the less, still
in training. Marc was part of the most recent class of Handler
Candidates, and he and his fellow classmates, upon graduating, were
immediately pressed into active duty, performing the Center's more
routine tasks such as Night Partnering and the like.
Yesterday afternoon, following a rigorous day of graduate classes in
corrective technique, Marc checked the big scheduling board located in
the main corridor. On it he found a list of Handlers' names posted
along with names of their assigned Guest partner or partners for the
evening.
That's how Marc and Jillian met, and their ensuing evening together
turned out to be quite fruitful. Marc's initial discomfort about
being with such a young girl, quickly faded as the two got to know
each other better over the course of the evening. In fact, during
their third coupling of the night, Marc began to entertain forgotten
old dreams and fantasies. Musings that he'd confided in no one.
Jillian Warner was indeed a very enjoyable young lady. She was both
meek and accommodating, and Marc found himself wishing that their time
together wouldn't end so soon. Whether or not she suffered from the
condition that concerned the administrators of the institution so
greatly, was not Marc's job to determine. He was simply expected to
keep the young lady occupied and focused for the evening, and that
much he'd done quite admirably.
Marc glanced at his watch. It was 8:49 and time to move on with his
day. After inseminating Jillian, Marc rose and dressed. He felt the
pride swell in his breast as he donned the white coveralls of a TYTC
Handler. When he was dressed and ready, Marc led the young girl by
the hand to the bathing area where she would be assisted in performing
her morning toiletries and then publicly bathed. As he held the door
to the bath open for the youngster, Marc found himself admiring her
shapely little behind as she waddled through. Marc hoped that he
would have the chance to spend more quality time with Jillian Warner,
but there were no guarantees. There were so very many young ladies
who would require his attention during the next several months. The
Youth Training Center was full to capacity and as a Handler, his time
was at a premium.
At first glance the one time cafeteria turned temporary dormitory
looked very much like a bee hive to Alex as the double steel doors
slid quietly open, allowing him to enter. The large open room fairly
buzzed with activity. As Alex moved farther into the cafeteria, he
couldn't help but noticed the many cots and futons crowded together
everywhere he turned. On most, bodies moved rhythmically. From time
to time Alex heard the familiar commands, "Be silent, Miss Williams!"
from one direction, or "Look at me, young lady!" from another as the
many Handlers present in the room went about their individual tasks,
and the air in the room was perfumed with the musky smells of love.
It was utterly thrilling for Alex. Although retirement had been good
to him so far, he was glad to be back in the fold, providing a useful
and vital service again. The familiar sights, sounds and smells
around him made Alex feel comfortable and very much at home.
But Alex wasn't here to enjoy the view. As usual, he was on a
mission. Moving slowly through the hustle and bustle, Alex headed for
the intercom unit located on the west wall of the cafeteria.
"Good morning, Alex," a familiar voice said cheerfully.
Glancing to his right, the Senior Handler saw the smiling face of a
young man named Rob. Rob was currently engaged with a pretty blond
haired girl. "Pay attention, Miss Carmichael," Rob said succinctly to
the tall, pale skinned young lady who stood before him, bracing
herself with her hands against one of the concrete pillars which
supported the large free span ceiling of the TYTC Cafeteria. Rob
reached under her arm and grasped the nipple of her smallish right
breast between his fingers and thumb. While Alex looked on
approvingly, the younger man delivered five powerful thrusts to the
girl in rapid succession, each one raising her up onto the balls of
her feet. After a brief interlude Rob slowly pushed himself into her
fully to the point where her slim buttocks were compressed against the
fronts of his thighs. Holding her nipple with his fingers, Rob shook
the firm tissues of her small breast, causing the girl to groan
audibly. "Silence, Miss Carmichael!" Rob snapped without delay.
To her credit, the rather attractive teenager somehow managed to
maintain direct eye contact with Rob the entire time. Gazing back at
him over her left shoulder, her facial expression was one of confusion
and dismay.
"Focus, Miss Carmichael," Rob ordered as he began a slow stroke
cadence. Then turning to Alex he apologized. "Sorry, Alex. Miss
Carmichael is a relatively new Guest of the Center. She's only been
with us for a week now." Then staring back into the dark blue eyes of
his charming young partner, Rob added, "She's basically a good kid,
but she has a lot to learn." He winked at the unhappy girl as he
continued to attend to her with a slow, purposeful rhythm. "What can
I do for you, Alex?" Like the professional he was, Rob kept his
attention focused on his young lover, studying her handsome face and
mentally logging each and every nuance of expression. The tips of his
fingers practically touched in front of her tummy as Rob took the girl
by her wasp thin waist.
Alex had noted that Rob's current love interest wore no collar.
Although nudity had always been the strict rule for the Guests of The
Youth Training Center, Alex had to admit that the identifying dark
velveteen collars made it much easier to recognize those young ladies
who would be in need of remedial attention.
"No need to explain," Alex offered cheerfully. "I understand
completely. We've all been so keyed on the EFIRS Returnees that it's
easy to forget that we have new Guests to accommodate."
The two men exchanged knowing glances while Rob faithfully went about
his work. "Arch your back, Miss Carmichael," he coached.
Alex observed that his young colleague's efforts were beginning to pay
off. Just moments earlier, Alex had marveled at the paleness of the
young woman's blemish free complection, but now a distinctly
noticeable pink glow blushed just beneath the skin of her neck and
shoulders. In spite of the circumstances of her coupling, the pretty
blond haired teenager was beginning to participate, albeit somewhat
reluctantly still. Alex felt the pride swell in his breast. The
Youth Training Center was nothing short of a unique and remarkable
institution of higher learning.
"I'm looking for our Junior Handlers," Alex said casually to his
younger colleague. "Any idea where I might find Rick Adams or Tom
Mathews? I've got an assignment for the two of them and any of the
others in their graduating class who'd care to participate."
"I thought I saw Rick over by south wall when I got here. Christ,
that guy's sure been busy," Rob said with a wry chuckle. Then
suddenly, "Oh, for God's sake, Miss Carmichael!" Rob exclaimed in an
exasperated tone of voice. While he'd been conversing with his former
teacher, his young charge had gotten totally out of position.
Alex noticed it at almost the same time. The girl simply wasn't
concentrating. "But then again, she's new," he mused. She would
learn. They all did, eventually. "Listen, I've held you up long
enough," Alex said after a moments refection. "You obviously have
work to do, and I'm not helping by standing here passing the time of
day."
"No problem, Alex. Sorry I couldn't be of more help to you," Rob said
with a small shrug.
"Don't give it a second thought, Rob," Alex responded sincerely. "You
go on with what you're doing. I was going to page them anyway."
As Alex parted company with Rob and his lover and walked toward the
intercom panel, he heard his former student say, "Shoulders forward,
Miss Carmichael. Drop your hands down, bend over more and arch your
back! I want to see that pretty little rear end of yours looking
straight up at me. Do you understand?"
"Mr. Adams and Mr. Mathews," Alex's powerful voice boomed from the
overhead speakers, effectively drowning out the many squeals and
groans which permeated the atmosphere of the cafeteria. "Mr. Adams
and Mr. Mathews and all interested members of this year's graduating
class of Handlers, kindly join me in twenty minutes in Examination
Room 4. Thank you." With a click, the intercom went dead.
"Come in, gentlemen. Come in," Alex spoke warmly as the handful of
young men dressed in fresh white coveralls filed into the room. With
the exception of the soft whisper of recycled incoming air from the
overhead ventilation grills, the white tiled room was utterly quiet.
"It was a far cry from the pandemonium in the cafeteria," Marc thought
to himself as he gazed curiously around Exam Room 4. This wasn't his
first visit to one of the specialized suites, but still well thought
out rooms impressed him. Marc took a moment to see who else would
show up for the unscheduled demonstration besides himself. The twenty
men had been working rather closely with each other for several months
and by now he and his classmates were on a first name basis. Rick was
here and Tom and Ken.
"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this
demonstration. We'll get started in just one moment," Alex said after
everyone was assembled. He stepped to an intercom panel and muttered
an intelligible request into the unit.
At last, Alex cleared his throat and began. "The reason I called you
in for this unscheduled training session is to introduce you to what
many Junior Handlers consider to be one of the more unappealing and
difficult aspects of the job." Alex paused while the four young men
looked questioningly at each other. "How many of you gentlemen have
enjoyed the company of a young lady in her pre-teenage years?" the
Senior Handler asked the group unexpectedly. Alex waited until the
nervous murmurs died down. Then with a reassuring smile he added,
"Come now, gentlemen. There's no shame here. You're among friends."
Alex looked from one face to the next, noting a few sheepish
expressions.
"Ken, how about you? Ever have a little fling with a younger sister
when you were growing up?"
Ken shook his head.
"Tom? Maybe the daughter of a friend or neighbor who had a crush on
you?"
Again he received a negative response. "Anyone?" Alex asked
plaintively.
Rick took a deep breath and raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Adams. I knew I could count on you," Alex said with a wry
smile, causing Rick to blush. "Would you mind describing your
experience briefly for the benefit of your classmates."
Without going into great detail, Rick took a moment to outline his
relationship with his younger sister, Vanessa, how the two of them got
together for the first time when Rick was eleven and Vanessa was ten.
He went on to describe how as time went on, the bond between brother
and sister blossomed from innocent touching and petting into a full
and satisfying relationship which lasted for many years.
No one noticed that during Rick's dissertation Marc Peterson became
somewhat fidgety. It started with an oddly familiar warmth in his
groin, then the more detailed Rick's description of his association
with his younger sister became, the more excited Marc got, his secret
fantasies unexpectedly surfacing with a vengeance.
Marc's latent desire for the company of young girls stemmed from his
childhood too, and like Rick Adams his early memories were also of his
younger sister. Her name was Pam, but unlike Rick, Marc's youthful
experiences were of a voyeuristic nature, and embodied a very
frustrating period of his life.
Unlike Rick Adams who by his own admission enjoyed a very gratifying
relationship with his younger sibling, Marc had been condemned only to
watch as his step-father, Ray, first seduced his nine year old sister,
then went on to develop a highly satisfactory relationship with Pam
that went on until she was fourteen. In time Ray was also able to
coax some of his step-daughter's little friends into his bed as well.
Marc tried on more than one occasion to approach Pam, but his
step-father's hold on the little girl was much too strong. She would
have nothing to do with him.
Practically every night after the family retired, Marc would hear his
step-father slip stealthily down the hall to Pam's bedroom. There was
a heating vent conveniently located in a common wall between Marc's
room and Pam's which allowed him to listen in on every gasp and
squeal. If that wasn't hard enough for the growing boy to deal with,
on those weekends when Marc's mother traveled out of town to yet
another teaching convention, Pam would often invite one or more of her
little friends over to spend the night. That's when things got really
interesting. On more than one occasion his step-father left the
bedroom door cracked open a bit, and poor Marc simply couldn't stop
himself from sneaking a peek. The sight of his step-father's hairy
legs protruding from under the squirming, giggling pile of lithe
little bodies left an impression on Marc that he would never forget.
As a result of these childhood experiences, even the mention of things
sexual involving under aged girls sent the adrenaline pumping through
Marc's veins. His heart rate increased dramatically, and his mouth
became as dry as the Mojave. He'd learned to control himself over the
years, but it was always a challenge. Little did Marc know that all
of his dreams and fantasies were just moments from becoming reality.
He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what the Senior
Handler was saying to the group.
"Thank you for sharing that with us, Mr. Adams. It sounds like you
had a delightful time growing up," Alex said with a smile.
Rick Adams smiled contentedly, feeling very much at home in his new
surroundings.
"As difficult as this concept is to accept for many people, the
practice of forming amorous liaisons with young females is far from
new. In fact, in many societies it's considered routine," Alex
explained. "In any case, at TYTC we not only condone the practice, we
encourage it. Some of you may have some difficulty at first, but
don't be discouraged. We've found that it doesn't take long at all
for a truly dedicated individual to overcome those old moral
prejudices and tear down those walls of societal correctness. In
addition, we have an extensive support system which is at your
disposal should any of you require advice or counseling at any time,"
Alex assured the group of young men. "Any questions or comments
before we move on?"
No one spoke.
"Very well then. Let's get started, shall we." Alex said, turning to
face the young associates. "You're all no doubt aware that we're
rather swamped with the EFIRS project." He got a few raised eyebrows
from that remark. "And, I know you're all very busy with your current
assignments," Alex said. "Be that as it may, the Headmaster and I
strongly believe that as new staff members, it is imperative that you
be introduced to this very important facet of our operation early in
your tenure with The Youth Training Center," he stated in all
seriousness. "We are most fortunate in that we have among our ranks a
man who has considerable experience with young ladies of, shall we
say, a `tender age'. His name is Glenn Martin, and he is eminently
qualified to instruct you in some of the "special handling"
requirements needed to successfully manage pre-pubescent young women.
We are also very fortunate that this morning we have admitted a young
lady by the name of Terra Anne Jennings. Miss Jennings is eleven
years old and comes to us at the request of one of her elementary
school guidance counselors."
Alex studied the faces of the young men in his company in Exam Room 4.
So far, not a one of them had exhibited anything other than perfect
attentiveness. Adam North, the Headmaster of the Center, had assured
his former second in command that he had the utmost confidence in this
class of Junior Handlers, especially Rick Adams and Tom Mathews. Alex
knew very well after having served with North for so many years that
the man was exceptionally intuitive when it came to judging a man's
character. If Adam North was optimistic about these young men, that
was good enough for Alex.
The door to Exam Room 4 hissed, open and a tall man entered.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce Glenn Martin," Alex said. Then
turning to his colleague in white, he added, "Good morning, Glenn.
Thank you for taking the time to meet with us this morning."
"Good morning," the tall man replied. "Glad to be of service, Alex,"
he said to the Senior Handler.
Glenn Martin was a ruggedly handsome man with thick, curly grey hair
and dark eyes the color of a storm swept sea. Glenn had been in the
employ of The Youth Training Center for nearly ten years, and was
considered the resident expert on pre-pubescent and early adolescent
females. It was also common knowledge that Glenn possessed a peculiar
and inexplicable magnetism for young ladies in their early years which
allowed him to gain their trust and cooperation with remarkable ease.
"Glenn, I want you to meet Rick, Tom, Ken, and Marc. They are
representatives of our most recent group of graduates. The rest,
unfortunately are tied up with other duties."
Glenn nodded politely to the group.
"The Headmaster assures me that these young men are the best of the
best. The right stuff, dedicated and eager to learn. Mr. Adams, in
fact, was fortunate enough to have participated in a relationship with
his sister when he was a young man," Alex stated for the record.
A cool smile graced the lips of Glenn Martin as he turned to Rick and
asked, "Is that so, Mr. Adams?"
Rick blushed a little at being singled out of the group, but squared
his shoulders and replied, "Yes, sir."
"Please, call me Glenn," the man said, warming a little. "Mind if I
call you Rick?"
"Not at all," Rick answered, feeling more comfortable around him by
the minute.
"Very good," Glenn said. "Tell me, Rick. Did you have vaginal
intercourse with your sister? What's her name, but the way?"
The directness of his question took Rick by surprise, but being a
confident young man, he maintained his composure. `'Vanessa," he
replied after a moment.
"Vanessa," Glenn murmured appreciatively. "I've always liked that
name. So, did you and Vanessa have intercourse?"
"Y... Yes we did, after a time," Rick replied tentatively.
"And did you take your sister's virginity, Rick?"
"Not exactly, but I was there at the time," Rick said more assuredly.
"Please elaborate," Glenn requested of the young man. "If you don't
mind."
"No. Not at all," Rick quickly replied. "Vanessa had a girl friend
by the name of Miranda Carter who had an older brother," he began.
"Miranda Carter," Glenn said, interrupting the younger man. "That
name sounds very familiar. Wasn't Miss Carter a Guest of ours at one
time?"
"Yes she was," Rick replied. "As a matter of fact, Miranda was a big
help later on when it came to teaching my sister how to cooperate and
perform, but it was her brother, Randal who actually took Vanessa the
first time," the young Handler explained. "Miranda and I were right
there to watch, though. Actually the whole affair went very well.
Better than I expected," Rick added in retrospect.
"It sounds like a well conceived plan, resulting in a satisfactory
defloration," Glenn complimented the younger man. "And how old was
Vanessa at the time?"
"Let's see," Rick responded thoughtfully. "Twelve, I believe."
"In general, how do you think your sister responded to her first
lover? Did she fight him, or accept him?" Glenn queried.
"Well, Rick replied. "I suppose she resisted at first, but she really
didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. She fainted, you see, then
at the exact moment she came out of her swoon, that's when Randal took
her. We all thought it would be best that way," the young Handler
explained with a shrug.
"A well know tactic," Glenn remarked. "You were quite intuitive in
your younger days, Mr. Adams," the senior man complimented Rick a
second time. "So, if I understand you correctly, Mr. Carter used his
penis to puncture your sister's hymen. Is that accurate?"
Rick nodded.
"And in your opinion, was Vanessa damaged as a result of her first
penetrative experience? Physically, I mean?"
"Well," Rick began thoughtfully. "There was a little bleeding, but
nothing major, really. She didn't really scream or cry out. Of
course, Randal wasn't real... you know... `big'. If you know what I
mean."
"I understand perfectly, Rick. And how soon after that did you
yourself begin to have intercourse with Vanessa?"
"A couple of days later," Rick replied. "Vanessa went to Miranda's to
spend the weekend," he explained. "Well, mostly she spent it with
Randal," Rick added with a smile."
"I see," Glenn said. Then he asked, "And when you and your sister
finally got together, did you have any difficulties with her?"
"How do you mean?" Rick asked.
"I mean, did you have any trouble entering Vanessa or making love to
her, vaginally or otherwise?" Glenn clarified.
"A little at first," Rick admitted once he understood what the Senior
Handler was after. "I've always been pretty `large'. I guess." Rick
blushed. "It took awhile for Vanessa to stretch out, but after a
couple of weeks, we had no more trouble."
Glenn, remained silent for a moment as he studied the face of the
capable young Mr. Adams. The talk he'd heard was proving to be quite
accurate, and Glenn began to think that perhaps he'd found himself a
worthy apprentice. "We'll see," he mused silently.
"Thank you, Mr. Adams," Glenn said after a minute. Then turning to
the rest of the group he asked, "How many of you once believed or
still believe that having vaginal intercourse with a pre-pubescent
female is difficult or even impossible?"
No one spoke. Tom Mathews had been skeptical, but after hearing
Rick's story, he began to have second thoughts. Ken was willing to
keep an open mind on the subject, and Marc, of course, had no doubts
about the possibility of having sex with a young girl, having seen his
step-father make love to his sister and to her little friends many
times.
Alex had been standing by, waiting politely for an opportunity to take
his leave from the group. The Center was operating at close to twenty
percent over capacity, and he was an extremely busy man. "Glenn, my
friend," he said at last. "I must be on my way." Then addressing the
four Junior Handlers he said, "I assure you, gentlemen, that you will
receive no finer instruction anywhere on Earth on this often
`delicate' subject. Please give Glenn the same high degree of
attention and cooperation which you've shown me, and I'm certain that
you will all come away better men for it."
The group nodded almost in unison.
"Glenn, I'll stop by Admin. on my way to the Gymnasium and let them
know you're ready to receive Miss Jennings."
"Very well, Alex, and thanks," Glenn replied in a professional manner.
Glenn resumed his lecture as soon as the door to Exam Room 4 closed
behind the departing Senior Handler.
"Since for some of you this will be your first encounter with a Guest
of Miss Jennings' age, I want to brief you on what you can expect.
Unlike older females who tend to use hostility as an initial defense
mechanism against the shock and uncertainty associated with abduction
and other non-consensual activities, young ladies in their
pre-pubescent and early adolescent years will more often resort to
attempts to elicit sympathy or pity. Prepare yourselves, gentlemen.
Fear and often outright terror in the beginning are par for the
course, and there will undoubtedly be tears shed," Glenn stated
unequivocally.
"Let me fill you in on our young lady's day so far. This morning Miss
Jennings went to school as usual. At 9:15 AM she met with her
guidance counselor. At the conclusion of this meeting she was
expected to return to class. However, before Miss Jennings reached
her destination, representatives from our Collection Department
intervened on behalf of our Client. As we speak, Miss Jennings is at
her Induction Interview. As a rule incoming Guests are forcibly
disrobed at their Double I, probably for the first time in their
lives. In dealing with a pre-teen, however, we generally take a
different tack. Our young lady will meet with the Headmaster as
usual, and he will ask her a few questions pertaining to her sexual
experience which will no doubt make her uncomfortable. He will also
inform her that she is going to be in our care for awhile, and that
she must learn to do as she is told," Glenn explained.
He looked from one face to the next. The expressions he saw there
were uniformly determined. He continued. "By the time Miss Jennings
arrives in our company, she will undoubtedly be very apprehensive. As
a result she will resort to the only defense she knows. She will prey
upon our sympathy, gentlemen, and our preconceptions about how a
little girl should be treated in polite society." Glenn studied the
group carefully. "Is everyone with me so far?" he asked.
Mostly he received nods all around, but there was some obvious tension
within the ranks. This was to be expected.
"It is vital, gentlemen, that you remain calm and professional in
front of our young Guest. Be confident in the knowledge that Miss
Jennings will be reacting to her own belief systems and preconceptions
that are the direct result of parental and societal conditioning. Our
job, gentlemen, is to help her to overcome her prejudices and to break
through the barriers of past conditioning. This will take both
patience and perseverance, but rest assured that eventually our young
lady will come around. After all, she is female, and as our TYTC
Mission Statement states so clearly, `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.'," Glenn
stated reverently.
"Consider the benefits that Miss Jennings will derive from our
program," he added after a moment. "We will give her the opportunity
to grow and mature with a clear idea of her true raison d'etre, free
of the emotional entanglements and inherited delusions regarding her
role in the male/female relationship which plague the majority of the
female population in our society today. The man who can keep this
precept in mind and who truly believes in our mission statement will
have no difficulty in dealing with young ladies such as Miss Jennings,
or any other female no matter what her age or degree of maturity."
Just then the door to Examination Room 4 whispered open, admitting two
men dressed in the clean white coveralls of a TYTC Handler. They
moved in unison, one behind the other. Between the two men, led by
the hand, walked Miss Terra Anne Jennings.
One of the men helped the little girl up onto the odd looking table
which stood in the center of the room, and there she sat staring
apprehensively at the group of strangers.
One of Terra's escorts stepped over to Glenn and conferred softly with
him for a moment. Then he handed the senior man a metal clip board.
"Anything else?" the escort asked Glenn respectfully.
"Thank you, but no, Burt," Glenn replied politely. "I've got plenty
of help, and besides, I just know that Miss Jennings is going to be a
good girl and cooperate with us." He smiled in the direction of the
pretty dark haired girl who sat with her knees pulled up beneath her
chin. She stared back at him cooly.
Stepping over to the table and its young occupant Glenn said, "Good
morning, Miss Jennings. My name is Glenn." He consulted the file
attached to the clipboard he'd been given. "Terra Anne. Now that's a
pretty name." Glenn smiled warmly at the uncertain young girl in an
effort to put her at ease. "It says here that your friends call you
Terri," Glenn went on. "Mind if I call you Terri?" he asked. Then he
leaned against the table and placed one hand onto the small of the
little girl's back and the other on her right ankle. He waited.
After what seemed like a very long time, the she replied, "I guess
so." She glanced down at his hand on her ankle then looked up at his
face with a questioning expression. She seemed to be reasonably
confident for a youngster who's found herself in a situation the
outcome of which was completely uncertain.
Glenn smiled again. "This might be easier than I thought," he
speculated. He squeezed her ankle affectionately. "Do you like to
make new friends, Terri?" he asked.
"I dunno," she answered warily. "Who are you, and where am I? What
are you gonna do?" she asked in a small voice.
"These gentlemen and I are teachers, Terri," Glenn explained,
gesturing toward the four Junior Handlers. "And all of us want to be
your friend. Don't we, gentlemen?" he said, turning to the group.
The four men nodded in unison.
Looking back at the girl he asked in his most sincere tone of voice,
"Won't you let us be your friends, Terri?"
Terra thought about what the man was asking her. Just this year,
she'd noticed that the boys in her school were starting to treat her
differently than they had before. They didn't tease her like they
used to. Instead, they were nice to her and wanted to hang around
with her, almost like she had something they wanted. There were also
a couple of older men who seemed to take more than a casual interest
in her lately, and although their attentions excited Terra and made
her feel "all grown up", they made her kinda nervous too. Her
teachers told her that there certain kinds of men in the world who
liked to hurt little girls, but so far nothing bad had happened to
her.
Mr. Baxter, the school guidance counselor, had recently said some
pretty weird stuff to her, and lately he was always trying to touch
her it seemed, but Terra knew how to deal with him. She'd just laugh
and call him "silly" as she spun out of his hands. In fact, it had
almost become a game with Terra. Lately she'd even started teasing
the shy, mousey, middle aged man. Terra was just beginning to
recognize the "power of pretty", and all outward indicators suggested
that left to her own devices, she would become quite adept at being
female.
Having spent literally hundreds of hours in the company of young
ladies such as Terra Jennings, Glenn was able to read her expressions
and body language like the morning newspaper. He noticed the coy
blush. He watched her squirm a little on the table. He observed the
beginnings of a shy smile. "This one's a tease," he concluded.
Glenn's years of experience had taught him a lot. For example, he
made a point of touching Terra at his earliest opportunity, and he
would continue keep his hands on the girl as much as possible. He
wanted her to get used to being touched by him, and so far she'd shot
him a couple of `looks' but hadn't objected.
Glenn rubbed Terra's lower back casually while he spoke. "I'll tell
you why you're here, Terri?" He slid his right hand quickly up her
slim leg, stopping just below her knee. She looked down for a second
then back into his eyes. Her expression was one of curiosity rather
than fear. "Another good sign," Glenn thought to himself.
"Another friend of yours sent you to us, Terri. He wants us to teach
you and help you to understand his feelings for you, so that the two
of you can become even better friends." Glenn paused for a moment
while the little girl deliberated over what he was telling her. "I'm
speaking, of course, of your friend, Mr. Baxter at school. Did you
know that Mr. Baxter likes you very much, Terri?" Glenn asked
pointedly. He moved his hand to the top of her right thigh.
Terra Jennings' facial expression clouded over almost instantly at the
mention of her guidance counselor's name.
"What is it, Terri? Is something troubling you, sweetheart?" Glenn
squeezed her slim thigh affectionately.
For a long time the pretty little girl refused to answer. Instead she
sat gazing down at her lap with a pouty expression on her face. Glenn
moved his hand up the inside of her leg ever so slightly. That seemed
to get her attention, and she looked up at him with a troubled
expression.
"I don't like Mr. Baxter," she muttered softly then lowered her gaze
once again. She moved her leg in a half hearted attempt to escape his
touch, but Glenn kept his hand in place about half way up her right
inner thigh.
"And why not, may I ask?" Glenn inquired after a short pause.
The four Junior Handlers standing nearby waited expectantly for the
eleven year old to answer. Each of them watched her very closely for
the tell-tale body language that would enable them to anticipate her
responses. It was essential that they master this skill if they were
to become effective and successful in their chosen career.
"He...he's creepy," Terra muttered under her breath.
"I beg your pardon," Glenn pressed. "What did you say, Terri?"
There was a long silence before she answered. She was obviously
uncomfortable with her thoughts.
"Tell us why it is that you don't like Mr. Baxter, Terri," Glenn
prompted in a more authoritative tone of voice. The subtle "command
tone" in his voice startled the little girl momentarily and allowed
Glenn the opportunity to slip his fingertips into the right pantleg of
the cute flowered cotton shorts she wore.
A couple of his students observed Glenn's masterful approach, noting
how he first distracted the young lady before making further advances.
The method of distract and advance is effective with women of all
ages, but in particular with younger girls.
The theory is that once they realize that they've been compromised,
they will feel self-conscious to a degree about protesting, and allow
the transgression to go unchallenged, thereby opening themselves up to
another advance.
True to form, Terra glanced quickly down at Glenn's hand on her inner
thigh, then up into his eyes. Her expression of confusion was
adorable as she tried to decide whether or not to object. When Mr.
Baxter touched her, it gave her the creeps, but this man was different
somehow. His touch was soft, and although he was a total stranger,
Terra got the feeling that he wasn't going to hurt her.
"I asked you a question, Terri," the man reminded her, interrupting
her musing. Keeping his fingertips under the hem of her pants he
moved his hand slowly up to the top of her leg.
"I...he," the exquisite little brunette stammered then blushed hotly.
Glenn knew that Terra Jennings had a history with her guidance
counselor, and that references to him would most certainly trigger
conflicting emotions about their experiences together. He slipped his
hand gently around her slim leg back to her inner thigh. The pantleg
of her cotton shorts now covered his fingers to the second knuckle,
and the tips of Glenn's fingers were less than two inches from the
juncture of her thighs.
"He..he.." she went on with difficulty. She was obviously wrestling
with herself, and as a result, she completely ignored Glenn's hand on
her leg for the time being.
"He what, Terri?" Glenn offered in a softer, more fatherly tone.
Suddenly she looked him directly in the eye. Glenn knew she was about
to confide in him. It was a very important step for the little girl,
and even he was surprised at her level of self-confidence when Terra
said, "He tries to get me to do stuff."
"What kind of stuff, Terri?" Glenn pressed.
"You know," she said softly and squirmed on the table top. She
wouldn't look at him. "Naughty stuff," she muttered under her breath.
Glenn smiled and winked at the four younger men. "Naughty stuff,
Terri?" he prompted and started to rub her back again. This would
serve to relax her a little and at the same time make her aware that
he still had his hands on her. Constant contact was essential when
dealing with adolescents. "Tell me about the naughty stuff, Terri."
Again she looked up at him. "You know," she said in a slightly
scolding tone. "He shows me dirty pictures and he asks me to take my
pants off for him."
Glenn advanced his fingers one more inch.
"Dirty pictures?" Glenn asked.
"Yeah, you know, pictures of kids with no clothes on," she elaborated.
The little girl was more forthcoming now. "And they were doing stuff
to each other," she added.
Glenn smiled warmly at the pretty eleven year old. "I see," he said.
Then after a short pause, he added, "Tell me, Terri, why is that
naughty do you think?" This question represented Glenn's first
challenge of the girl's belief system.
She looked shocked as she considered his question.
"Why is that naughty, Terri?" Glenn repeated. He wanted her to
consider the question and not why he'd asked it.
"Well, you know," she began. Her expression was troubled.
"Were the young people in those pictures happy or sad, do you think?"
Glenn asked, interrupting her. "Did they look unhappy about taking
their clothes off with their friends, or were they smiling?"
"I.. I," Terra stammered as she considered his question. In her
mind's eye she saw a distinct image of four young people who were
approximately her own age, two boys and two girls. There was no
question that they were all smiling and happy. In fact, to the best
of Terra's recollection, in every picture that Mr. Baxter showed her,
everyone seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. Terra shivered
as the significance of that fact challenged her preconceptions of
right and wrong. She stared down at her lap and didn't answer.
Glenn, of course, knew exactly which images the Center had sent to
Terra's guidance counselor. Visual aids were often useful in
preparing a youngster for her time of change, and TYTC had a vast
library of material suitable for this purpose which they lent freely
to perspective clients.
"Why do you think that taking your clothes off for your friends is
wrong or makes you bad, Terra Anne?" Glenn asked more seriously,
using her full name.
"Because.." she began hesitantly, feeling the eyes of the other men
upon her. "My Mom and Dad told me that kids shouldn't do stuff like
that," she recited with conviction.
"Tell me this, then Terra. Do you believe everything your parents
tell you?" Glenn immediately countered. "And do you do everything
they tell you to do?"
The file that had been turned over to him upon Terra's arrival
contained a very complete profile of the pretty eleven year old, and
Glenn's cursory inspection of this intelligence had revealed to him
that in spite of her innocent outward appearance, Terra Anne Jennings
was a bit of a rebel. She had quite a history at her school, in fact,
with numerous, documented trips to the Principal's Office, and it was
her less than sterling deportment that was responsible for her
introduction to Mr. Baxter.
"Answer me, young lady," Glenn ordered when after a minute she still
hadn't responded. He could plainly tell by the little girl's body
language that he'd touched upon a sensitive topic. Glenn also knew
from his studies and considerable experience in the field, that
rebelliousness in a young lady usually went hand in hand with a strong
desire to be recognized as an adult. Recalcitrant behavior is often
indicative of a desire for attention, any attention, and if nothing
else is available, negative attention will suffice.
"Do you like it, Terra, when your parents and teachers tell you what
to do and treat you like a child, rather than the mature young lady
that I see sitting here before me?"
Instantly the pretty eleven year old looked up at him. "No," she
answered with confidence, shaking her head. "They're always treating
me like a kid," she said, looking away again. "I hate it when they
treat me like that," she muttered almost inaudibly.
"I beg your pardon, Terri. What did you say?" Glenn asked her right
away.
After a brief hesitation, the little brunette looked him in the eye
again and said with a healthy dose of vehemence, "I said, I hate them
when they treat me like a child. I'm not a kid anymore," she added,
placing her fists on her narrow hips. "I'll be twelve years old in
only three weeks."
Glenn, as usual had handled the interview with remarkable finesse.
The four Junior Handlers would remember this morning as being a text
book example of how to maneuver a young lady into a situation where
she must either cooperate further or lose face. This was also a fine
example of how the inherent vanity of the female of the species, no
matter her age, can be used to compromise her integrity.
Turning to the group, Glenn said, "You see, gentlemen. I told you we
would be dealing with a mature young lady this morning." The four men
nodded again in unison. Then Glenn turned his to his young charge,
and with a warm smile he said to her, "I'm very glad to know that we
can treat each other like adults Terri." He squeezed her thigh
gently. "And, since we're all grownups here, we won't have to worry
about any rules made for children. Isn't that right, gentlemen,"
Glenn went on with a glance in the direction of the four Junior
Handlers. "How about you, Terri?" Glenn asked the youngster. He
rubbed his big hand across her shoulders, and squeezed the back of her
neck affectionately. He knew full well that she had no idea what he
was talking about. "We're only going to do those things that grownup,
mature women do from now on. Right, Terri?" he said with confidence,
then he tousled her soft hair.
"I...I guess," the little brunette said after a brief hesitation then
gave Glenn and the group a timid smile.
"That's just great, Terri," Glenn said, dropping his hand to the small
of her back again. "What did I tell you, gentlemen. Our new friend
Terri here says she's mature enough to begin our program." While he
spoke, Glenn started to tug tentatively at her shirt tail, pulling it
out of her flowered shorts on one side and in the back. "So, I'll
tell you what we're going to do, Terri," he went on, keeping a running
patter going when she gave him a puzzled look. "The first thing we
need to do is to get you undressed, and these four kind young men and
I are here to help you with that."
At first the gist of what he'd said to her didn't register with the
pretty youngster, and Glenn used that brief period of confusion while
she tried to assimilate his words to pull her shirt tail out of her
shorts the rest of the way. Using both hands, Glenn moved calmly and
methodically, acting as though nothing at all was amiss or out of the
ordinary.
"You see, Terri. None of the grownup women here at TYTC ever wear
clothes," Glenn explained. He watched the young girl very closely,
taking note of every nuance in her facial expression. She was
obviously confused and even a little stunned, and again, Glenn used
this to his advantage. He spoke in a calm, confident tone of voice as
he gestured to the four Junior Handlers, beckoning them to move
closer. "At The Youth Training Center we have a few rules, Terri,
that apply only to our young ladies." Glenn placed his hands onto the
tops of her slim thighs and gazed fixedly into her big dark eyes. Her
expression was growing more saturnine with each passing second. The
"grace period", as Glenn called it, was just about to end. "And since
you will be staying with us for awhile, Terri," he went on. "You will
be expected to follow these rules too." Glenn smiled warmly at the
pretty girl, although this time she didn't return his smile.
The four Junior Handlers were in position. Carefully, so as not to
alarm her prematurely, Glenn moved his hands to her hips. She jumped
when he touched her. He knew that he would have to move quickly now.
The tiny amount of trust he'd nurtured was practically gone. Her
T-shirt would come off first. Glenn could manage that by himself, but
he would probably require assistance with her shorts and panties. He
doubted if she wore a brassiere yet, for he saw no telltale straps.
"Don't worry, Terri," Glenn said leaning closer still and taking hold
of the tails of her T-shirt on either side of her slim waist. "No one
is going to hurt you. We're all your friends, Terri, sweetheart."
The term of endearment he used worked as expected, causing her to
relax a little. When Glenn observed her narrow shoulders slump ever
so slightly, indicating to him that Terra's arms would also be relaxed
at that instant, he made his move. In one swift motion that comes
only after years of practice and experience, Glenn drew her sleeveless
cotton T-shirt up, over her head and off before she could even think
to resist.
Shocked and afraid, Terra Jennings stared at Glenn with the
unmistakable expression of betrayal on her face. During this short
period of time, the others hovered close by, awaiting Glenn's
instructions. The Senior Handler returned the little girl's gaze with
a confident smile, then he dropped his eyes to her naked chest.
Feeling his eyes upon her, she immediately covered herself, but not
before Glenn took note of her tiny budding breasts.
In order to avoid needless confrontation at this stage in her
training, Glenn elected to allow the transgression of covering to go
uncorrected. He could tell just by her body language that her
apprehensions were on the rise, and he didn't want to cause her to
panic. "Now just take it easy, Terri," he said softly. "Like I told
you earlier, no one is going to hurt you."
Her expression, however, plainly said, "I don't trust you." And when
Glenn reached for her, she shrank away from him. "Don't touch me!"
she warned angrily.
"Good," Glenn thought to himself. "Animosity is easier to control
than fear." Putting on his best hurtful look, he said to his young
charge, "Now don't be mean, Terri. I'm your friend. We're all your
friends, and all we want to do is to get to know you better, Terri."
She didn't respond, but instead sat huddled with her knees up to her
bare chest, eyeing him warily.
"OK," Glenn said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "We don't
have to be friends right now. Maybe that'll come later. But at
least, Terri, I hope that we can be adults about all of this. After
all, you're the one who insisted that you be treated like a grownup.
What happened to that mature young woman I thought I knew?" he asked
surreptitiously.
Her expression changed abruptly to one of indignation. "But..." she
began, momentarily forgetting her situation, but Glenn cut her off.
"Be still, now, Terra Anne," he said, using an attenuated command tone
for the first time. She needed to begin to learn her place in the
grand scheme of things. Terra stared at him, a bit surprised. "OK,
we need to get you out of those shorts and panties, Terri," Glenn said
in a businesslike tone of voice. When she opened her mouth to
protest, again, Glenn interrupted her. "Are you going to remove your
pants for me, Terri, or would you prefer that one of us helps you?" he
asked in all seriousness, nodding toward the others.
Terra looked to her left, then to her right and discovered that she
was closely surrounded by men dressed all in white. Meanwhile Glenn
gave the young Handler named Rick Adams a surreptitious glance which
spoke volumes.
"Here sweetheart," the Junior Handler responded as he stepped directly
behind the youngster seated on the examination table. "Let me help
you," he offered warmly. Then taking the pretty little girl by her
narrow shoulders, he slowly leaned her back against his chest. At the
same time, Glenn reached out and with a fluid motion that could only
be described as purely graceful, he stripped Terra's flowered cotton
shorts and her little panties as well over her slim hips, and down to
ankles.
At first the pretty youngster simply stared at Glenn in shock. Then a
look of shear horror burst onto her face as she looked down at her
feet and realized that a stranger had just pulled her pants down. She
looked back up at Glenn, her pretty face contorted with a mixture of
fear and stunned disbelief. "Noooooooooo..... stoppppppp!" she wailed
when at last she found her voice. "Quit it! Stopppppppp ittttttttt!"
She cried looking wildly around her. Then she started to struggle.
Rick showed his inherent talent by quickly wrapping his big arms
around Terra. He hugged her tightly against his body, pinioning her
arms with his. Meanwhile he whispered to the frightened pre-teen.
"Shhh...shhh...shhh," Terri. "Just relax, sweetheart. It's OK,
Terri." He nuzzled his nose into her fragrant hair and kissed her
neck affectionately.
But for the time being, the little brunette would have none of it.
"Let me goooooo..." she cried out.
Everyone immediately saw the wisdom in leaving her shorts and panties
in place around her ankles, because no sooner than the little girl
realized that she couldn't move her arms, she attempted to lash out
with her feet. Glenn quickly put an end to that action plan, however,
by slapping his palm down between her ankles, trapping her cotton
shorts between his hand and the table's surface and effectively
hobbling his young subject. He listened approvingly for a second to
young Adams' cooing to the girl. Whether Adams realized it or not,
his words were having an effect, if not to calm, then to distract.
"The man had promise," Glenn quietly noted. "Now, back to business,"
he told himself.
Turning to one of the other Junior Handlers, Glenn said in a composed
voice just loud enough to be heard over the young girl's continued
protests, "Tom is it? Yes, Tom," he said when the young man looked up
attentively. "If you would be so kind as to hold Miss Jennings' right
leg." Then to Ken he said, "And Mr. Douglas, if you would handle her
left." Ken Douglas moved forward a bit shyly. "That's it, gentlemen.
One hand under her knee and the other on her shin. Perfect, Mr.
Mathews," he complimented Tom. "Now once I remove her shorts and
underwear, you can slide your hands down to her ankles for a better
grip. You ready?" he asked, looking from one young man to the other.
"Ready," Tom Mathews responded curtly. Ken Douglas nodded somewhat
nervously. The young girl had started to cry now, and her weeping was
getting to him a little.
Glenn took all of this in with a single glance. He remembered his
first experience with a young lady of Miss Jennings' tender age, and
recalled how uneasy he'd been. The crying and the fear had been
positively unnerving at first, but the senior man in charge of his
first encounter had coached him through it. Assuring him that
although terror was a natural initial reaction to the unknown, it
would pass as soon as other natural reactions even more powerful than
fear began to influence his young subject. That very same wisdom,
Glenn now shared with the four young Handlers present in Examination
Room 4.
After slipping Terra's flowered shorts and white cotton panties over
her small feet, Glenn glanced up at Rick Adams standing at the head of
the table. "Lean her back now, Mr. Adams, if you would, please,"
Glenn instructed the junior man.
The little brunette shrieked and started to struggle furiously as the
big man behind her lay her back. Then with his hands on her bare
shoulders, he held her down almost effortlessly. Her dark eyes were
wild with fright as she stared up at him, and her breathing came in
sobbing gasps. "Hush now, baby," Rick murmured to her. Then he
looked up when Glenn began to speak again.
"It's gratifying to see how well you four gentlemen are conducting
yourselves thus far," he complimented the new recruits. "This aspect
of our training program can be difficult, I know, but bear with me,
and I think you'll all be pleasantly surprised at how quickly our
little lady comes around." All eyes shifted to the naked eleven year
old girl who struggled ineffectually on the table before them.
"At the moment, Miss Jennings is terrified, because we have removed
her clothing." Glenn placed one hand on the little girl's right inner
thigh just above her knee. His finger tips softly caressed her smooth
skin as he continued. "The underlying reason she is frightened is
because she believes that we have broken a sacred trust held between
adults and girls her age." He smiled warmly at the little girl when
she momentarily suspended her struggles and looked up at him
pensively. He squeezed her thigh affectionately. "Now she faces the
unknown," Glenn went on. "You see Terra Anne has been taught by her
parents and her teachers that older men are bad and bent on hurting
little girls, if given the chance. We, of course, know that simply
isn't true," Glenn went on as he slowly slid his hand up her thigh.
"Nooo, donnnnnnn't" the little brunette wailed as the stranger's
fingers moved within inches of her "private place". She started
thrashing wildly, trying to free her legs, but the two men who stood
impassively to either side of the exam table easily restrained her.
Not only was Terra fearful about what was going to happen to her, she
was beginning to become frustrated and angry because of her
helplessness and inability to defend herself. She felt like a child
in the hands of these strange men in white. Terra Anne hated feeling
like a child.
"What we must do is to provide our little lady with something more
meaningful for her to concentrate on; a new experience or sensation,
if you will, to occupy her thoughts and capture her attention."
Glenn glanced from one attentive young face to the next. "These were
dedicated young men," he thought proudly to himself.
"Open her, please," the Senior Handler said succinctly, nodding first
to Tom and then to Ken. "Just spread her open for me. That's it.
Keep her legs elevated, if you would," Glenn instructed as he moved to
the end of the exam table. Stepping on a pedal which protruded from
the base of the table, he caused the two leg wings to separate so that
he could stand between them.
"Mr. Peterson," Glenn said, smiling at Marc. "I don't want you to
feel left out. If you would be so kind as to move around behind me
and stand by, I'll be requiring your services in a moment."
Marc could barely contain his excitement as he moved to the foot of
the table, and all the while his eyes remained riveted to its lovely
young occupant. In his mind's eye he recalled the thrilling sight of
his sweet young sister, Pam in her natural state, but what he saw
before him on the grey leather covered exam table was even more
enthralling. The Jennings girl was spread open like a ripe fruit.
Her darker pink inner petals were clearly visible and appeared to
glisten with moisture between her heavy labia majora. Marc thought he
saw her tiny vaginal portal wink at him from between her inner gates
as he took up a position just behind and to his instructor's left.
"Were I to touch, Miss Jennings at this time," Glenn began as he
placed his hands, one each onto Terra's inner thighs about eight
inches from their juncture. "She would probably panic, or at the very
least, react badly, for there is a chance, however slim, that someone
might possibly have touched her before; a brother, a friend, a parent
or teacher, perhaps. She is eleven years old, after all, and there
would be ample opportunity." Glenn looked at his class of Junior
Handlers. All were attentive to his words. "Also young girls will
talk about such things amongst themselves. They are quite curious at
this age. They will also have been taught by now that boys and in
particular, older men aren't supposed to touch little girls in certain
places." The four young men nodded their understanding. "There is
one technique, on the other hand, that is rarely experienced or even
discussed among young ladies in their pre-teenage years, and that,
gentlemen is, of course, cunnilingus." Faces brightened and eyes
narrowed as the four young men stared at the naked eleven year old.
"Were I to describe cunnilingus to Terra, she would probably respond
with disgust, because of the foreign nature of the act." After a
slight pause, Glenn went on with his explanation. "It is, in fact,
the very extrinsic qualities of the experience that will serve to
first stun the subject, and then later to hold her attention as she
tries to unravel the mysterious new sensations assaulting her
consciousness. These new sensations will also serve to distract her,
redirecting her focus away from her perceived peril. Then given a
little time, and the right technique, our young lady will begin to
listen and respond to her "inner female". After that, she will be on
her way toward a new life and a new happiness."
Glenn knelt down on one knee. During his previous dissertation, Terra
had calmed down a bit, partly from growing fatigue. But when she
guessed that something else was about to happen to her, she renewed
her struggles and cried out, "Nooooo... donnnnn't! Stoppppppp! No
donn...!"
Then, abruptly her cry was cut off. Ken looked up to see if someone
had clapped a hand over the youngster's mouth, but to his surprise, no
one had. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing even white teeth.
It was her eyes that told the tale. Ken had noticed earlier what
lovely dark eyes the young girl had. Dark pools they were, both large
and expressive. Now they were the size of dinner plates , and
although she seemed to return his gaze, Ken could see that the
youngster was looking right through him. In addition, her struggling
had all but ceased, but he could feel the muscles in the slim leg he
held in his hand flex beneath his grip.
For the longest time, Ken remained entranced by the medley of
expressions that played across the young girl's face. Then she made a
kind of groaning whimper that Ken had never heard before from older
females. It was so innocent, yet so laden with pent up passion.
Terra rolled her head to one side and he felt her small body stiffen
in his hands. To tell the truth, Ken had been hesitant to look, but
at last he allowed his eyes to travel downward over the naked little
body before him, and this time it was Ken's eyes that grew wide.
Glenn started at Terra's anus. Stiffening his tongue, he pressed its
tip against her until he felt her anal sphincter begin to dilate.
Then he moved on. The little girl's reaction was anticipated and
immediate. Instantly her struggles ceased, and she fell silent. Once
he had Terra's undivided attention, Glenn slid both of his hands
beneath her small buttocks, raised her to his mouth and then licked
slowly upward over supple folds of previously untouched flesh, sweet
as flower petals. Glenn felt a powerful tremor pass through the
little girl's body in response to his oral attentions, when his
probing tongue at last reached the top of her carnal cleft, but he
didn't linger there. Moving back downward, he nibbled at the sweet
pre-teen with pursed lips interspersed with tender jabs of his tongue.
Rick, without having to be told knew that Terra should be looking at
her lover during this special moment, so as soon as he was certain
that she was thoroughly engrossed in the goings on between her thighs,
he relaxed his hold on her shoulders. Then placing one hand behind
her neck, the Junior Handler raised her head a bit so she could watch.
Terra quickly became one very confused little girl as unfamiliar and
exquisite new sensations and urges surged through her, both
titillating her and frightening her a little. The sight of the
strange man's face between her legs appalled her, yet at the same time
the feeling of his mouth upon her and what he was doing to her with
his tongue and lips caused feelings to awaken within Terra that she
hadn't known existed.
The four other men looked on, each one dealing with the emotions
within themselves that the spectacle produced. Rick Adams considered
the senior man's technique and paid close attention to the way Glenn
pursed his lips and delivered rapid kisses to the little girl's
vaginal opening. Ken found it difficult to watch at first, his old
prejudices rearing their ugly heads and causing his conscience to nag
at him. Tom tended to key upon the little girl's reactions to her
lover's attentions. He watched the expressions of apprehension on her
face turn to those of astonishment and wonder. He saw the soft flesh
of her tummy flex hard from time to time, and he noticed a flush of
color begin to show in her neck and shoulders. He also listened
carefully to her sharp gasps and soft whimpers.
Upon hearing these same sounds, Marc was transported back to the days
when he sat at the heating vent, listening to similar sounds coming
from his younger sister, Pam, as she and his step-father engaged in
love making in the adjacent bedroom.
Raising his mouth from Terra momentarily, Glenn looked up at Marc.
"I could use a hand in here, Mr. Peterson," he said and saw the
younger man virtually light up with excitement. "I'd like for you to
provide Miss Jennings with her initial anal presence. Use a little
lube from your kit and let me know when you're ready. I'll make room
for you," he instructed.
Terra moaned a half-hearted protest when Glenn returned to his oral
attentions, and had no idea that she was about to truly begin her
journey as a Guests of The Youth Training Center.
Continuous Anal Presence, or CAP for short, is one of the fundamental
concepts upon which the complex TYTC program of conditioning and
training is built. It is widely believed that by providing a young
lady with a focal point upon which she can center herself, she will
enjoy greater stability and be more able to concentrate on her program
of realignment.
[Author's Note:]
A great deal of information and history is written about the CAP
Program and the CAP Device in previous chapters of The Youth Training
Center saga.
Marc reached into his belt kit which all Handlers carry and produced a
large tube of K-Y Jelly. He squeezed a small dollop onto his middle
finger then returned the lubricant to his kit. "I'm ready, sir," he
said rather formally as he spread the K-Y Jelly down the length of his
finger.
Before responding to Marc, Glenn gazed over Terra's tummy at her face
as he started to slowly swirl his tongue over the firm flesh of her
prominent pubic arch and resilient labia majora, avoiding her more
intimate flesh for the moment. "Go ahead," he said without pausing.
Marc was left up to his own devices to gain access to the young girl
without interrupting his mentor's efforts, and he decided to move to
the side of the exam table where he paused briefly before carrying out
his assignment. Before him lay the lovely Terra Anne Jennings, and a
more enchanting sight he'd never before had the pleasure to witness.
Marc chose to stand for a short time observing the youngster in the
hands of her attendants. Rick Adams cradled her head, and from time
to time he spoke softly to her, reminding the young girl to keep her
eyes on her Handler, Glenn, as prescribed in the Non-Negotiable
Standards of the institution. Ken and Tom no longer found it
necessary to actually restrain the girl and were simply cradling
Terra's calves and encouraging her to keep her legs apart, while the
Senior Handler went about licking and nibbling and kissing the little
girl in places she had never before dreamed of.
Out of the corner of his eye, Glenn watched Marc lean forward and
reach up under Terra's left thigh, and in an effort to facilitate his
young assistant, Glenn raised the little girl's rear end up off the
surface of the exam table. Teamwork was the key.
Terra gave a squeak when she felt yet another hand begin to caress her
little bottom.
As Marc gently walked his fingertips across her soft skin toward his
target, Glenn raised his lips off of Terra and spoke softly to Rick
Adams. "Perhaps a little kiss is in order," he suggested.
Rick Adams intuitively picked up on what the senior man wished, and
laying her head back onto the padded surface, he moved around the end
of the exam table. "You're a very pretty young lady, Terri," he
whispered as he leaned slowly down to her. Rick hadn't had the
pleasure of kissing a girl Terra's age since his days in the company
of his sister, Vanessa, and later with her best friend, Miranda, and
he'd forgotten what a thrill it was as he watched the young girl's
eyes grow wide with expectation just before he pressed his lips to
hers. She fought him a little at first, but Rick maintained control
over her with his hand on the back of her neck.
"Mohhh," Terra moaned as he covered her small mouth with his own.
Rick then moved his tongue quickly back and forth across her lips,
seeking to gain access to the interior of her mouth. He was about to
resort to pinching her nose to make her open up for him, when suddenly
Terra squealed into his open mouth with such force that it nearly
popped Rick's ears. Quickly he snaked his tongue into her mouth while
he had the opportunity.
At the other end of the table, Marc Peterson pushed past the
youngster's first anal sphincter, inserting his finger to the first
knuckle. To his surprise and delight, Marc quickly discovered that
the young girl had remarkable muscular prowess and was able to resist
further penetration for several seconds. With everything that was
going on, however, Terra was unable to concentrate enough to
effectively stave off Marc's intrusion for very long. After all, she
was only eleven, and was presently juggling the attentions of five
adult male companions who insisted upon treating Terra to experiences
she'd never even heard of before today.
While Glenn darted his tongue in and out between her swollen labia,
with a twist of his wrist, Marc Peterson slowly pushed inside until
the palm of his big hand rested flat against Terra's fanny. Her
initial cries of protest were effectively attenuated by Rick who
covered her small mouth completely with his own while Marc completed
his task, then he raised up and smiled down at the little girl. "Are
you OK, Terri?" he asked softly.
"Nn..no," she replied breathlessly. "He...he's got his finger in
my... in my... in my.." She couldn't complete the sentence.
Meanwhile, Glenn temporarily suspended the oral part of his
demonstration and regained his feet. Taking a towel from a dispenser
conveniently located in the base of the examination table, Glenn wiped
his lips, nose and chin as he stepped to the side of the table and
gazed down at their newest Guest.
"Stoppp it!" she whined pitifully as she squirmed in the hands of the
men white.
"Be still, Terra," Glenn said in an emotionless voice.
"But he... but he... he has his finger in my.. my. Ohh... Oww!" she
cried.
"Yes, Terri, I know. Mr. Peterson has his finger in your anal
passage," Glenn explained calmly to the distressed pre-teen. "If
you'll relax and don't try to fight him, you'll get used to it. Your
body will adjust in time.
"But it hurrrttss..." she whined emphatically.
"Be silent, Terra Anne," Glenn ordered, using the command tone.
Instantly the little girl became still. Ken Douglas shook his head,
marveling at the control the senior man had over the youngster. "I
want you to pay attention now while these other nice young men get to
know you a little better," Glenn said evenly.
Terra groaned softly when the one man moved his finger, but otherwise
she lay starting up at Glenn in a state of confusion.
"Mr. Douglas," Glenn said to the junior man, but he kept his eyes
fixed upon the young girl on the table. "Why don't you take a moment
to show Terri here, what a nice young man you are, and how much you
like her."
For a time the room was silent with the exception of a soft gasp from
Terra. Rick had taken it upon himself to begin stroking her right
cheek ever so gently. It was a purely intuitive move, and Glenn
didn't miss it for a second. "The man's a natural," he noted to
himself.
At last, Ken Douglas spoke up nervously. "What should I do?" he
asked.
Glenn turned to the anxious young Handler and with a smile he said,
"Relax, Mr. Douglas. Remember, the reason you're here. Today it is
our job to teach Terra Anne about how we make new friends here at
TYTC. Don't worry about anything else. The rest of her training
program will take care of itself. All you need concern yourself with
is what is expected of you and Terri right here, right now. Do you
understand?"
Ken hesitated, then nodded a little more confidently.
"Excellent. Keep our mission statement in mind, and remember your
training, Mr. Douglas," Glenn said in a affable tone of voice. "I
suggest you begin with the Standard Greeting. I'm sure Miss Jennings
will appreciate an introduction to this procedure. After all, it will
soon become an integral part of her day to day life with us," Glenn
commented.
"Yes, sir," Ken answered stiffly.
"Mr. Douglas, please," Glenn responded with a little chuckle. "We're
all friends here, right. Please, call me Glenn or Mr. Martin. Here,"
he said. "Let me hold Terri's leg for you," Glenn offered. "Now show
us all how it's done, and if you would, I think it might be nice if
you were to explain to Terra Anne exactly what it is you are doing and
what is expected of her in return. After all, this will be her first
experience with this procedure, and no doubt she will have questions."
Ken handed off the little girl's leg to the senior man and looked down
at the pretty eleven year old. He was still quite anxious about what
he was about to do, but Glenn's patience and guidance had gone a long
way toward putting him more at ease with his nagging conscience.
Glancing down between the girl's legs, he noted that Marc Peterson was
still maintaining presence. It was time for him to take the lead in
the procedure. Taking a deep breath, Ken tried to remember everything
he'd been taught over the last few months. "Maintain eye contact,
express confidence," he thought to himself. Then he took the plunge.
"Thank you for maintaining presence, Mr. Peterson," Ken said
succinctly. He would do this by the books. Reaching down with his
left hand, Ken touched the soft twin rolls that were Terra's labia
majora. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he watched her expression
quickly change first to one of disbelieving concern, and then to
alarm. "Good morning, Miss Jennings," Ken stated as he slid his
fingers farther down and cupped her resilient flesh with a firm hand.
Terra's eyes flew open wide and staring as again that morning yet
another strange man touched her in a totally inappropriate manner.
Ken noted that even though the pretty eleven year old's legs were held
apart by two of his colleagues, the two heavy folds of her labia
majora were so full and meaty that they remained pressed tightly
together. Recalling his schooling, Ken stiffened his middle finger
and sawed it slowly up and down a few times until it slipped easily
between her thick folds, quickly gaining him access to some very
private areas of her reproductive anatomy.
"Donnnnnn't!" Terra cried quite adamantly. She stared wildly at the
strange men around her, all of them dressed in white and all of them
staring back at her rather studiously.
"Silence, Miss Jennings," Ken said, modulating his voice perfectly and
earning him an approving nod from his instructor.
Terra immediately responded to the command tone in Ken's voice and
fell silent, but began to struggle weakly.
"Look at me, Miss Jennings!" Ken ordered. "Guests shall maintain
direct eye contact with their partner or partners while being attended
to," he quoted one the TYTC Non-negotiable Standards.
Rick Adams nodded silently to the distressed little brunette when she
looked up at him as he stood over her. Glenn noticed that Terra had
intuitively turned to Rick during a time of turmoil, and he made yet
another mental note that Mr. Adams seemed to exhibit a rare magnetism
over younger girls. The same sort of unexplainable attraction that he
himself held for them. It was a gift.
"Do you understand me, Miss Jennings?" Ken continued as he deftly
moved his finger tip of over her tiny inner lips until he arrived at
their juncture.
Terra gazed into the stranger's dark eyes, but her attention was
directed more at what he was doing to her. She'd actually begun to
acclimate to the finger in her rear end, provided that man held it
very still, but Ken's touch was much harder for her to ignore.
Ken watched her closely as he swirled his finger tip, skillfully
pushing aside the tiny hood which covered her developing clitoris. He
could see the beginnings of an inward stare, and from that he gauged
his progress. "This is how you will be introduced to new friends,
Terri," Ken explained in a softer tone. "And whenever you make a new
friend or if you are with an old friend, you must remember to look at
them. That way we know if you are paying attention," he said. All
the while he maintained a slow swirling motion with his middle finger.
Ken was so wrapped up in performing to the strict standards expected
of him as a TYTC Handler, that he actually forgot his former
inhibitions regarding the age of his subject. Just a few short months
ago, Ken would never have dreamed of touching an eleven year old girl
this way. Well... he might have dreamed of it, but his inbred social
inhibitions would never have allowed him to actually do it, and not
for the last time, Ken Douglas found himself in awe of the wondrous
program which he was proud to be a part of.
Ken most definitely had Terra's attention. For the most part she did
as she was told and maintained eye contact with him while he went
about exploring her, only occasionally looking away at one of the
other men who surrounded her. She remained more or less silent
through the period as well, once or twice uttering only a soft gasp or
groan.
Ken was considering his options when Glenn interjected, "Well done,
Mr. Douglas. I am pleased to see that you are able to overcome your
prior... ah, shall we say, `misconceptions'," Glenn said with an
approving smile. "You see, gentlemen, it's not as difficult as it
seemed once you recognize Terri as a female rather than a child.
Besides," Glenn murmured affectionately as he gazed down at the
flustered little brunette. "Terri doesn't want to be treated like a
child, do you sweetheart?" Glenn slid his hand down her soft inner
thigh. Ken moved his hand away, making room for his instructor to
express his affection for the girl.
"Stoppp! Mm...mmm," Terra moaned when the man began to saw a finger
up and down over her intimate petals. He touched her differently than
the last man. He pushed harder, and he moved faster, kind of. In
addition Terra was beginning to receive some rather disconcerting
signals in her mind, signals which seemed to emanate from deep down in
her tummy somewhere. Her face felt hot, and her hips kept jerking
unexpectedly and all by themselves from time to time. Terra Anne
Jennings was rapidly becoming one very confused eleven year old.
"Be still, Terri," Glenn said sternly, then he looked in Marc's
direction. "Why don't you go ahead and kiss Terri, Mr. Peterson. I
think she might enjoy that right about now," he said nodding down at
his hand between her thighs.
All eyes dropped to watch Glenn spread the little girl's plump outer
lips between two fingers, exposing small, darker pink labia minora,
glistening with moisture. Then after a couple of seconds, he slowly
drew his hand up and over her tummy, allowing her to close again.
"Please proceed, Mr. Peterson," he said.
Marc thought he'd died and gone to heaven as when he bent over the
sweet child he received the first whiff of Terra's enchanting bouquet.
So many times he'd sat on the floor beside that old ventilation grill,
listening while his sister and step-father made love. Pam's coos and
giggles were forever burned in his memory as were the images he
conjured up in his mind of exactly what they were doing together.
Once Marc had peeked around the corner of his step-father's open
bedroom door and seen him kissing one of Pam's young girlfriends right
between her legs. He would always recall the site of the little girls
feet dangling over his shoulders and how they would kick from time to
time when she gasped or cried out softly.
For years Marc Peterson wondered how a young girl would taste, and how
the smoothness of her flesh would feel beneath his lips. And now, as
he pressed his mouth over Terra Jennings, and cautiously extended his
tongue, all of his questions were answered, and his secret dreams at
long last became a reality. She was nothing short of magnificent.
His tongue danced over soft folds and delved into tasty creases where
with all probability only one other had ever explored. As if from a
great distance, he heard Terra gasp and moan. And suddenly she
started to squirm, moving herself against his mouth. Marc then began
to kiss her again and again just over her tiny vaginal entrance the
way he'd watched Glenn do it. Louder gasps and the occasional squeal
escaped the youngster as Marc followed her pelvic gyrations with his
lips. Time stood still for Marc as he closed his eyes and feasted on
the sweet eleven year old. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Why don't you come up for air, Mr. Peterson," Glenn chuckled. "Terri
has a couple of other new friends to meet, after all."
Glancing up sheepishly from between the sweet girl's splayed thighs,
Marc saw the faces of his colleagues. To a one, they were grinning
broadly. As he stood, he took a towel and wiped away her silky nectar
from his mouth and nose. Then Marc looked down at his work. Terra
stared back at him with an endearing, kind of blank expression on her
face. Her fair skin was flushed and glowed with a fine sheen of
perspiration. Her plump labia were slightly parted, revealing dark
red inner petals. There was little doubt the girl was aroused.
Immediately Glenn moved his hand between Terra's legs and started to
saw his finger up and down again and again. As he did, Terra's soft
gasps were interspersed with small sticky sounds that came from
between her thighs, where Glenn's hand moved faster and faster. Terra
closed her dark eyes and rolled her head to one side, prompting Glenn
to correct her.
"Open your eyes, Terri and look at me," he instructed her. "You like
what I'm doing with my finger, don't you Terri?" Glenn murmured to the
bewildered little brunette.
Slowly Terra opened her dark eyes and gazed up at the man who spoke to
her so gently. Those unfamiliar feelings in her tummy were getting
much stronger now and making it difficult for her to think clearly.
Terri tingled all over from her head to her toes, but mostly right
where his finger was.
"Don't you Terri?" she heard him speak as in a dream.
"H...huh?" she gasped.
"What do you gentlemen think?" Glenn said addressing the group.
"Don't you think Terri likes being touched?"
Four heads nodded, and as the senior man's hand moved faster, the wet,
sticky sounds coming from Terra Anne became more frequent and more
pronounced.
"I think she does too," Glenn commented as he looked back at the girl.
"Look at me, Terri," he coached. "Show your new friends what a big
girl you are, Terra Anne."
Then glancing up at the four Junior Handlers, Glenn said something
that would change Terra's life in a most memorable way, and while he
spoke his hand never once ceased its rapid motion. He began to
alternate moving his finger up and down and then quickly from side to
side between Terra's swollen labia. Glenn doubted if she heard much
that he said, but it wasn't really intended for her anyway.
"Many of our Guests are left intact at the request of our clients,
however, we find that when it comes to preparing young ladies of
Terra's age, it is generally preferable for the relationship with
their future companions that we perform her defloration," Glenn
explained in a businesslike tone. "This way, if any unforseen
problems do arise, any negative perceptions or remembrances will be
left here with us and not transferred to the client."
His hand slowed as Glenn slid his middle finger evenly back and forth
between Terra's heavy labia majora. Her inner lips were now quite
moist, and every now and again while he spoke, Glenn paused and
pressed the tip of his finger against her vaginal portal. She was
typically small like most young ladies are at that age, and Glenn's
occasional pressure caused her to wince slightly.
"In fact, Terri's friend, Mr. Baxter, asked that we do just that on
his behalf." Glenn smiled at the of expressions of surprise that he
noted on the faces of two of his students. "I know," he said
sympathetically. "Some of you are no doubt concerned about injury,
but actually there is very little pain involved, physical or
otherwise." His hand moved slowly and purposefully between the girl's
legs as Glenn continued with his lecture. His voice was so smooth and
well controlled that gradually everyone present became quite relaxed,
including his subject. As a result, when made his move, it came as a
complete surprise to all concerned.
"For young ladies in their pre-teenage years and some in their early
teenage years, the defloration process is performed manually," Glenn
explained in an even tone of voice. "Much like this."
The next thing that was heard in Exam Room 4 was the sound of Terra
taking a deep, gasping breath. Then following a slight amount of
expected resistance, Glenn Martin's long middle finger pushed through
her tender membrane, and the last vestige of Terra Anne Jennings'
childhood was swept away to the sweet sound of her wail of womanhood.
Glenn paused at the second knuckle, feeling her interior muscles grip
his finger as they tested the size of the first foreign object to
enter there. He heard Rick Adams begin to comfort the girl, and when
he felt her vaginal muscles relax momentarily, he hooked his finger
and pulled it quickly upward in the direction of her pubic bone,
effectively tearing away any remnants of her maidenhead.
Marc Peterson had the best view of the momentous occasion, and he also
felt the girl clamp down when the senior man entered her, since a
female's anal muscles tend to act in sympathetic harmony with her
vaginal muscles until she is trained otherwise. It was an impressive
site to witness their two hands between Terra's trembling thighs, and
both of her abdominal entrances filled at such a tender age. In
hindsight, Marc would recall that there was a surprisingly small
amount of bleeding, and other than a couple of cries and the few tears
that followed, Terra's transition into womanhood was relatively
benign.
"You see," Glenn said casually. "That wasn't so difficult." Turning
to Marc he asked, "Did you feel her bear down, Mr. Peterson?"
Marc nodded enthusiastically.
"She has remarkably strong muscles for a girl of her age. Don't you
think?"
"Indeed she does," Marc replied.
"She'll be a little sore for a day or two, but with some coaching and
a regular routine of Kegel exercise, I believe Terri here will become
quite the capable lover." Then after a moment, Glenn commented,
"There she goes again. That's it, Terri. Squeeze my finger,
sweetheart. You're a very good girl," he complimented the whimpering
eleven year old.
"Well, Gentlemen, I believe that concludes this morning's
demonstration," Glenn said as he removed his hand from between the
young girl's legs. "Again, I appreciate your taking time away from
your otherwise busy schedules to be here." Glenn wiped his hands on
an offered towel. "I realize that this session might have been
disturbing for some, but I hope that in any case it was informative
and that it has helped you all at least consider the benefits of a
training program begun at an early age."
The four Junior Handlers all thanked the senior man for a good
presentation, and before leaving Glenn turned to Rick Adams and said,
"Mr. Adams, I would like for you to take Miss Jennings under your care
and advisement."
Rick was very proud but kept a cool and professional air about
himself. "I be honored to, sir," he replied.
"Unless I am sadly mistaken, I believe that young Miss Jennings has
developed the beginnings of what appears to a semblance of trust for
you, and I think you two will do well together."
With that, Glenn turned and headed for the door. "Carry on,
Gentlemen," he said just before the door hissed closed behind him.
To be continued... SM
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