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Chapter Nineteen - Orientation

Mary Anne was despondent as she gazed upon the group of apprehensive
young girls.  Thinking back, she recalled all too well when she had
been one of those frightened little girls.  It seemed like just
yesterday to the pretty almost fourteen year old, even though it had
been nearly two years ago that she had been removed from the life
she'd known and brought here to begin afresh.  The girls stood waiting
in varying degrees of composure, or lack thereof.  A few stood quietly
while others were clearly anxious, but this was to be expected of
those within their first weeks in residence.  All of the young ladies
present were in their formative years, anywhere from seven to twelve
years of age.  Like Mary Anne all were completely naked, for all were
Guests of The Wonder Wing of The Youth Training Center.  Behind each
girl knelt a man dressed in sparkling white coveralls.  These men
would serve as the girls' care givers, their nurturers, their
Principal Handlers responsible for guiding them in their individual
quests for a new meaning to their lives.

[Author's Note: Please enjoy Chapters 13, 14 and 15 for other stories
about the adventures of the Guests of The Wonder Wing.]

The walls of the great room were tastefully decorated with familiar
cartoon characters, designed to make the young and impressionable
Guests feel more at ease with their new surroundings.

Not all of the girls appeared to appreciate the art work however, for
a few were clearly distraught.  "As well they should be," Mary Anne
thought to herself.  The comely teenager was not at all happy about
being there, compelled to stand in front of an audience of unfortunate
young girls who were themselves being victimized by the wicked men in
white as she had been for the past two years.  This morning she was to
be systematically abused as a kind of "sicko show and tell" as she
thought of it.  Its purpose, according to her defilers, was to
demonstrate to the new inductees the sort of "instruction" they
themselves would be receiving over the course of their stay within the
confines of The Youth Training Center.  

Mary Anne recalled quite vividly the day she stood as a frightened
twelve year old and was forced to watch as a young woman only a few
years older than she had been methodically fondled, raped and
sodomized as part of the presentation.  Mary Anne hadn't been totally
certain what exactly she was witnessing at the time, and due to her
lack of experience and understanding the demonstration had left her
with many conflicting and therefore unsettling notions.  While what
she'd seen had frightened her, it had also touched on her innate sense
of curiosity.  Although it was reasonably clear that the young woman
in question wasn't overjoyed with the whole affair, she hadn't
appeared to have suffered terribly either.  Her two partners dressed
in white coveralls hadn't struck her nor caused her any obvious
physical pain.  One of the men, the one in charge, had raised his
voice once or twice, but considering what the two men had done to the
young woman during the spellbinding presentation, Mary Anne thought
she'd come through it pretty well.  What was indeed curious was Mary
Anne had been pretty sure that near the end of the demonstration the
girl appeared to be not only cooperating with her partners but
actually participating.

What Mary Anne had witnessed of course, was the embodiment of the
corner stone tenet of the TYTC philosophy which states:

"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
with said partner(s), will eventually become an active and willing
participant in the relationship."

Applying this revolutionary, new age philosophy along with a myriad of
time proven techniques and break-thru, cutting edge apparatus, The
Youth Training Center continues to enjoy a 100% success rate,
producing young ladies who realize their rightful position in society.
Many take to this revolutionary program of conditioning quite readily.
While others require a bit more time and effort.  Although every young
lady is different, this is true only to a certain degree.  Another
precept adhered to at the Center states that, "For every problem a
young lady might have there exists a sexual solution."  It is up to
the group of highly trained men (and one or two women) who make up the
ranks of the TYTC Handlers to provide for the young Guest a program
tailored to her individual needs yet conforming to proven TYTC
doctrine.

Mary Anne Winslow was one of those young ladies who from the beginning
had necessitated special attention on the part of her Handlers,
attendants and advisors.  At age twelve Mary Anne had been brought to
the Center under contract with one of her middle-school teachers who
had become desirous of her company on a permanent basis.  Following
her training program which typically lasted anywhere from six to
twelve months, Miss Winslow would be released to the man and after
relocating to a undisclosed community well removed from her old home
town, the two would "set up house together".  Originally admitted to
The Wonder Wing, following her thirteenth birthday, and according to
policy, Mary Anne had been moved to General Population where it was
hoped she would reside for only a brief period of time before
"graduating".  Although according to her Principal Handler "Kid Side",
as the Wonder Wing was often referred to, Mary Anne had adapted and
conformed to her new life fairly painlessly, it wasn't until she was
placed with the more mature Guests in General Population that she
began to revert to type.   Mary Anne's new Principal Handler, Jerome,
attributed her somewhat recalcitrant behavior to her age.  We all know
how difficult a young lady in her teenage years can be, and Mary Anne
clearly was no exception even after her eleven month exposure to the
TYTC program while Kid Side.  Not one to give up on a girl, Jerome,
consummate professional that he was, went right to work with her.  It
had been slow going at first for Mary Anne could be a very willful
young woman, but Jerome never became disheartened.  Applying
time-tested methodology Jerome patiently and painstakingly guided his
young charge along the path toward right thinking.  Six months passed
and slowly the head strong Miss Winslow began to respond more
favorably.  It had taken more than one Group Corrective Opportunity or
"GCO" in order for Mary Anne to begin to internalize her true place in
the grand scheme of things.  Jerome hated to have to resort to such
harsh measures, but considered the procedure simply another tool in
his toolbox which when used properly could be very effective.  

[Author's Note: Please enjoy Chapter 13. as reference to the GCO or
Group Corrective Opportunity.]

Thankfully the group attention seemed to break the ice.  Mary Anne
hadn't yet adopted that much sought after attitude of sweet compliance
of the Fully Functional Female, but to date her refusal rate had
dropped to near zero.  Jerome was pleased, believing that he had found
the key to unlocking  the last gateway blocking Miss Winslow's path to
success.  Without having to resort to the impersonal and immediate
nature of the GCO, for the last several weeks Jerome had engaged Mary
Anne in a number of different group scenarios as a part of her
conditioning.  All of her personal hygienic needs were provided for by
a team of attendants.  For example when Mary Anne needed to urinate,
one volunteer would separate her labia for her, holding her open so as
not to obstruct her golden flow as it tinkled into the "Yellow River".
When she was finished a second person would clean her, administering a
vaginal lavage and peppermint enema, and making sure she was fresh
inside and out.  Each night the attractive thirteen year old, now
nearly fourteen, drifted off to sleep sandwiched between Jerome and a
second night partner, more often than not fully engaged by the two men
in both her abdominal passages.  Each morning she would awaken in the
arms of her two partners and would begin her day by making love to
them either in turn, or together, or both.  All of her incidental
daily couplings were with multiple partners.  Or at the very least her
love making would be coached by one or more observers, standing by to
offer helpful hints or words of encouragement to herself or her
partner.  The results were impressive.  Practically gone were the
verbal outbursts, and even the contemptuous little looks she thought
had gone unnoticed were fewer and farther between.  Jerome correctly
deduced that the feelings of impotence resulting from the utter loss
of control over her most basic and intimate personal routines Miss
Winslow experienced at the hands of her many dedicated partners served
to quickly and efficiently erode her once highly overrated sense of
self-worth.

For Mary Anne the experience had been totally bewildering.  She
scarcely knew who she was anymore.  For the past who knows how many
weeks, from the time she woke up in the morning until she passed out
utterly exhausted at night, her life was a blur.  A blur of faces, and
hands, and mouths, and penises, She'd been fucked by so many guys, so
many times, and in so many ways, she'd lost count.  There was no
saying "no".  It was pointless to complain.  There simply wasn't time.
No sooner had one man finished with her than she was in the arms of
another.  They hadn't been brutal about it, just relentless.  Mary
Anne felt totally helpless and completely at the mercy of the men in
white coveralls.  She was sore all the time and walked with a
decidedly waddling gate.  Indeed it was this deep inner soreness that
drew her attention inward, centering her and compelling her to focus
on her core femininity rather than on pointless outward resentments.
Her Handler, Jerome, told her she was doing much better, and
incredible at it may seem, Mary Anne valued his approval.  Although
Mary Anne suspected that Jerome was largely responsible for the
treatment she was receiving, he represented continuity in her
otherwise whirlwind existence.  Jerome was the one person she was with
every day and every night.  He gave her life a sense of normality if
that was possible.  Mary Anne didn't know whether to loath or love the
man.

Right now she felt like loathing him.  This morning she had awakened
to the dull, aching sensation of a man's penis entering her rectal
passage and then slowly working its way deep inside.  Opening her
eyes, the first thing she saw was the smiling face of Jerome, her
Handler.  She lay on her left side facing him which meant the penis
moving slowly in and out of her rear end belonged to a young man named
Terry.  Terry wasn't much older than Mary Anne, perhaps sixteen or
seventeen.  He could even have been a senior at her school, the
thought of which disturbed her to no end.

"Good morning, Miss Winslow.  I see that you and Terry have started
without me," Jerome said in a conversational tone as though everything
was perfectly normal and routine.  Which, of course, it was.  Reaching
under her right arm from behind, Terry cupped Mary Anne's right breast
in his hand, and without so much as a how-do-you-do he began to
massage the little cone slowly and rhythmically while gently pinching
its silky areola and tiny nipple between his thumb and fingers.  As he
did, he thrust forward smoothly with his hips, driving himself deeply
into Mary Anne and causing her to groan softly.  Expecting a reprimand
for breaking silence, Mary Anne was surprised when Jerome simply
instructed her to raise her right leg and place it across his hip.
Ooching a little closer to her in the bed her Handler guided himself
to her gates, and in a twinkling Mary Anne contained two male
appendages withing the confines of her abdomen.  The two men proceeded
to make love to her for the next hour after which she was taken to the
bathing facility where she was thoroughly cleaned inside and out by a
host of volunteers.  It was all very routine and all very
dehumanizing.   It was after breakfast when Jerome informed Mary Anne
that she would be assisting in the Orientation Demonstration for this
week's group of new inductees in The Wonder Wing.  Standing now in
front of the group of nervous little girls, Mary Anne understood that
she had come full circle.  It was all rather disheartening, but she
wouldn't really have time to think about it much because Stan, the
head of the Wonder Wing was addressing the group and would soon be
introducing Jerome and her.  Squaring her shoulders, Mary Anne tried
to appear undisturbed, but that can be difficult when standing naked
before a group of strangers.  She'd been thoroughly briefed by Jerome
as to what the demonstration would entail, and she'd been cautioned
that under no circumstances was she to protest or express displeasure
in any way, shape or form.  In fact she was expected to participate
and do so gracefully and with complete composure.  "Smile when you
can, Miss Winslow," Jerome had instructed her.  "It'll help ease the
new Guests' concerns about what they are witnessing.

"Good morning ladies.  I hope you all are enjoying your stay with us
so far," the head of the Wonder Wing stated in a friendly tone. As
expected the man's greeting was met with anxious looks, frowns and a
few sobs.  Undaunted Stan continued.  "I realize that for most of you
this whole thing seems pretty scary, right?  I understand ladies,
believe me I do.  But trust me when I say to you that nobody is going
to hurt you, ever.  That I promise," Stan assured the group in a most
sincere voice.  His remarks were met pretty much with blank stares.  

Many of the girls were in a state of near shock.  Not surprising
considering each and every young lady in the room with the exception
of Mary Anne who was CAP'd for the moment had a strange man's finger
tucked neatly up her rear end.  

Unlike the older Guests of The Youth Training Center who were usually
CAP'd immediately upon induction, many of the Wonder Wing residents
relied for a few  weeks upon their Handlers or other attendants to
provide manual presence.  It made for a slight staffing problem, but
Stan was convinced that the increased personal attention went a long
way toward fostering stronger Handler/Guest relationships.  Stan knew
that few in the group had ever been handled in such a manner before
and no doubt found the experience to be very unpleasant.  That
couldn't and wouldn't be helped.  The CAP principal or Continuous Anal
Presence was one of the core concepts at The Youth Training Center.
From this point onward while in residence at the Center these
youngsters along with every other female on the premises would enjoy
the stabilizing influence of anal presence.  Later in the form of a
CAP device, but for now the index or middle finger of the man assigned
to her as her Principal Handler.  This presence could be remove only
at the discretion of her Handler, generally only to allow her to
defecate or to be taken anally by a lover.  There were no exceptions.

[Author's Note: A great deal of information and history is written
about the Continuous Anal Presence Program and C.A.P. Devices in
previous chapters of The Youth Training Center saga.  The CAP
principle plays a major role in the conditioning program of every
Guest of the Center. - SM]

Hearing a few more sobs coming from his young audience, Stan knew that
it was time  to turn the meeting over to the keynote speaker for the
rest of the program.  One of the purposes served by the demonstration
which would soon follow was to divert the girls' attentions away from
themselves by showing them a few aspects of life and love that they
probably had never considered.  Statistics show that 10% of girls in
their formative years have been introduced to some form of sexual
activity by parents, siblings or other interested parties.  That
leaves 90% who are basically clueless.  Statistics also show that the
majority of young ladies in this age group, in particular those ages
nine to twelve are very curious about all things sexual, and can often
be enticed into experimenting providing the fear of being hurt or
being caught and exposed could be alleviated.  Since the fifteen young
ladies present that morning were all naked, and since each could see
that like herself, the girl standing next to her also had a man's
finger up her butt, it stood to reason even for a ten year old that
nobody was going to tell on them.  So much for the fear of being
exposed.  Many in the audience were squirming.  Until she gets used to
it, having a finger up one's rear can make a girl uncomfortable, but
it doesn't hurt.  Not physically.

"Ladies, as proof that we are one happy family here, I want to
introduce Jerome and his Guest, Miss Mary Anne Winslow," Stan spoke up
after clearing his throat loudly to gain the audience's attention.  

Smiling, Jerome stepped forward bringing Mary Anne with him.  "Thank
you Stan, he said, and "good morning, ladies.  To get started I'd like
for you all to meet Mary Anne. Say hello to the girls, Mary Anne."

"H...hello," Mary Anne stammered after a moment's hesitation.  She was
thoroughly embarrassed, but not nearly as embarrassed as she soon
would be.

"Mary Anne is almost fourteen," Jerome went on, placing an arm around
her shoulder affectionately.  "She came to us like a few of you when
she was twelve years old, and since she's been with us, we've taught
her a lot.  Haven't we sweetheart?" Jerome murmured, giving her a
quick hug.  

Mary Anne didn't answer.  She didn't like him calling her sweetheart. 

"Haven't we sweetheart?" Jerome repeated himself, his tone of voice
unmistakable. 

"Uh huh," Mary Anne quickly answered.  She'd picked out a spot on the
floor about ten feet in front of her and was studying it closely. 

Satisfied, "Many of you are undoubtedly unhappy or uncomfortable about
being naked," Jerome continued  He saw a few eyes dart his way.  "I
promise you'll get used to that very quickly.  Pretty soon you won't
even notice it.  We have a saying here," he said.  "`Nice girls don't
wear clothes -  Nice clothes don't make nice girls.' and since I know
you are all nice girls..." he left the statement unfinished.  "It's
actually kinda nice," he went with a warm smile.  "One of the best
things about being naked together is that we can all watch each other
grow up and see what happens to our bodies as we grow up," he said. "I
know most of you have a lot of questions about this kind of thing, and
I also know how hard it is to get answers to these questions,
particularly from your parents.  Right?" Jerome asked knowingly.  He
actually saw a couple of heads nod slightly which brought a smile to
his lips.  "So curious," he thought and then went on.  "Questions
like, `Why does Susie have breasts and I don't?  Am I really gonna get
hair down there?'  Those are the kinds of questions we're here to help
you with, ladies," Jerome beamed.  "There isn't a man here who won't
drop whatever he's doing to help you understand life's mysteries. Take
Mary Anne here," he said, turning toward her.  

Mary Anne had to force herself not to shrink from his touch as he
reached for her.

"When Mary was twelve she didn't have these nice little breasts, but
now look at them.  Aren't they pretty?" Jerome murmured.  Placing his
palm onto her ribs, Jerome spread thumb to the side and then slid his
hand up under one firm little cone.  It was milky white and so soft
and warm.  "What many of you probably don't know, even though I see
that a few of you older girls are beginning to bud (a few blushes from
the audience), is that it feels really good when somebody rubs your
breasts like this," he said and began to gently squeeze and knead Mary
Anne's supple flesh.  Mary Anne blushed hotly as instantly the areola
contracted and the nipple began to harden under the man's practiced
touch.  A few soft gasps could be heard from the group of onlookers.
"Doesn't that feel nice, sweetheart?" Jerome purred, expecting an
answer.  She nodded her head, hoping that would be enough.  Thankfully
it was for the time being.  "Sure it does," her Handler spoke softly
as he continued to palpate first her right then her left breast slowly
and rhythmically.  He watched the unhappy teenager's strained
expression begin to soften a little.  "Thank you Thelazine," Jerome
whispered under his breath.  

Then glancing out at the assembly of nervous youngsters Jerome
suddenly asked, "Now what about that hair down there?" and smiled.
While continuing to squeeze and rub Jerome explained to the group.
"When Mary Anne first arrived with us she was as smooth down there as
that young lady right there," he said, nodding toward a gorgeous
little sandy blond headed girl perhaps nine or ten years of age.  She
was as plump and lovely as a girl her age could be, and she turned
bright red and looked away when she noticed Jerome staring at her.
"Oh, you'd break some hearts one day without our help, darling," he
thought to himself.  Continuing with his address, "But as you can see,
in less than a year Miss Winslow has acquired a nice, soft, fur coat,"
Jerome said in a perfectly calm voice.  Given no warning what-so-ever,
before Mary Anne knew what was happening, his hand was on her.

Practically from the day she'd arrived at the Center and then every
day since Mary Anne had been touched repeatedly down there by a whole
host of individuals, and still it made her gasp at first contact.
"Hush now, Miss Winslow.  You know the rules," her Handler cautioned
as he knelt down beside her and started rubbing.  "Spread your feet
apart, please.  Shoulder width, Miss Winslow," Jerome instructed so
that the audience could hear.  Mary Anne was mortified.  Glancing up
she noticed that many eyes in the room were on her while others looked
away.  She remembered clearly how she'd been unable to tear her own
eyes away from the unfortunate girl who nearly two years ago had stood
where she was standing now.  Spreading her feet apart as instructed,
she quickly found that spot on the floor again as the rubbing
continued.  Jerome's free hand strayed to her backside.  "You're very
pretty down here, Mary Anne," he said aloud.  "So blond and soft," he
added.  Mary Anne stared hard at the floor.  "Isn't she pretty down
here girls?" Jerome unexpectedly addressed the assemblage.  As he did
he dropped the heal of his hand downward so the audience could get a
clear view as he then pressed upward with his fingertips, compressing
Mary Anne's labia majora upward against her pelvic girdle.  At the
same time the professional man grasped the exposed end of her CAP
device and twisted it slowly from side to side, causing the unhappy
teenager to groan softly and rise up onto her tip toes.  Pressing his
palm against her again Jerome proceeded to squeeze and knead Mary Anne
while he continued with his lecture.

"Some of you girls have hair down there now and some of you don't.  I
personally like the feel of a soft coat against my fingers, others
prefer smooth warm skin.  You've probably all touched yourselves down
there a time or two, so you know how good it feels.  What girl hasn't
tried a little touchy-feely on herself, right?" he said giving the
group a knowing grin.  "One thing I can promise you ladies is that you
will all come to enjoy it when someone rubs you this way," he said
with a smile, looking up and winking at Mary Anne.  "For between a
young lady's legs lie mysteries and pleasures you can scarcely
imagine.  Both on the outside," he paused.  "And on the inside."  Had
Mary Anne been listening more closely to his monolog she probably
could have prepared herself, but as it was she had been drifting,
focusing instead on Jerome's hand on her rather than his words.  The
Thelazine in her bloodstream causing those sensations most important
to a girl to be channeled along more direct paths to the pleasure
centers of her mind while other less pertinent notions were shunted
aside.  At the same time those glands responsible for the production
of lubricating mucous within her vaginal passage had been switched
into overdrive.  In seconds and virtually unnoticed by her, Mary Anne
became very wet.  As such when her Handler entered her vaginally with
his index finger he was able to achieve full penetration with no
effort at all.

[Author's Note: References to the miracle compound, Thelazine can be
found throughout the this book.  For a precise description please
enjoy Chapter 4, p.282.]

"That's it, Miss Winslow squeeze my finger," Jerome murmured feeling
the youngster bear down reflexively on his invading digit.  "Hold nice
and tight now," he instructed as he slowly withdrew his finger until
just the tip was inside of her.  "Now relax your muscles, please," the
hateful man in white spoke in a clinical tone of voice.  "Allow me
back inside," he went on, feeling her vaginal muscles slowly relax as
instructed.  A powerful shudder passed through her body and she gasped
involuntarily as Jerome once again pushed his finger into her until
his nuckles came to rest tightly up against her full labia majora.
"That's my girl," he spoke affectionately.  "You've been paying
attention in your PC classes, haven't you, Miss Winslow."  Deep inside
Jerome's fingertip located and pressed against her cervix.  Mary Anne
was now fully involved manually. 

By "PC" her Handler was referring to the regular instruction Guests
are given on Passage Control.  Every young lady at the Center is
painstakingly schooled on how to control the muscles of her abdominal
passages, and who better to teach this valuable skill than the highly
trained Handlers of The Youth Training Center.  Most Handlers, in
particular the senior members of the corps, have undergone many hours
of training themselves in order to properly assist the young Guests in
learning to effectively utilize these God given talents.

[Author's Note: Please enjoy Chapter 17. Gymnasium as reference to the
concept of Passage Control.]

Looking toward his young audience Jerome continued with his lecture.
"As I mentioned earlier, ladies, the mysteries and pleasures of the
female anatomy can be found inside as well as out."  He paused a
moment for effect and at the same time he lowered the heal of his hand
such that the view of his index finger now partially imbedded in Mary
Anne's vagina was unobstructed.  Then in a totally casual tone of
voice Jerome asked, "How many of you girls have made love before?"
Following a couple of surprised gasps, the silence in the room was
breathtaking.  Some of the comely young members of his audience stared
at their feet while other glanced about nervously.  "Come on, ladies.
Speak up.  We're all family here," Jerome cajoled.  "I know for sure
from a couple of case files that I read that at least two of you girls
have spent quality time with a gentleman friend."  He waited for a
moment before moving on.  "Nobody wants to share their experiences
with their new friends?  Well, no matter.  Suffice it to say, those of
you who have participated in some form of internal stimulation will
already know what I am about to explain to those who haven't," Jerome
stated.  "If you will all please note that I have placed my finger up
inside of Mary Anne here.  Can everybody see?  Spread your legs a
little more, sweetheart so the girls can all get a good look," he
instructed his unhappy subject.  Mary Anne was utterly mortified, but
stoically she did as she was told.  

"But Mr. Jerome, the nice man behind me has his finger inside of me
too.  What's the difference, you ask?"  Jerome smiled at his precious
young audience.  "The difference is, I have my finger in Mary Anne's
vagina.  Not in her backside like all of you.  I see some confused
looks out there," Jerome added with another warm smile.  "Let me
explain.  You see ladies, as you undoubtedly know, girls have two
holes down there.  Actually three, but for now we'll be dealing
primarily with two.  One hole or entrance leads to her anal passage
and the other to her vaginal passage or vagina.  Both holes are there
for a reason and both serve more than one purpose.  Your anal passage
is used primarily to eliminate solid waste from your bodies when you
go to the bathroom.  Here at the Wonder Wing, we also use this rear
passage to provide you with focus and stability.  That is why the nice
man you're with has his finger up there.  Although this feels a little
uncomfortable now, soon it will become second nature to you.  Trust
me," Jerome stated very sincerely.  For he believed whole heartedly in
what he was saying.  

"The purpose of that other hole or entrance may still be unclear to
many of you, but this passage too is very important and useful,"
Jerome continued.  "In a moment Mary Anne and I will demonstrate just
one of the many applications of the vagina.  It is of paramount
importance, however,  that you ladies understand that both of your
abdominal openings and their associated passages share one common
purpose, and that is to provide you with a means by which you can
provide pleasure to a partner or partners," Jerome stated in all
seriousness.  It was a concept that each of the young ladies standing
before him would eventually come to embrace.

After a moment Jerome proceeded with his dissertation.  "For a girl to
learn to use her God given talents effectively takes training and
practice.  The nice men dressed in white coveralls standing behind you
will provide each of you with personalized training and ample
opportunities to practice what you will learned.  All we ask is that
you pay attention and cooperate even though some of the things we will
teach you may seem strange or even a little frightening at first,"
Jerome confided in the group.  "Again ladies, it is my sincere promise
to you that none of you will ever be intentionally hurt.  In fact, if
you pay attention and apply yourselves, you will have a rather
enjoyable stay with us.  This I guarantee.  Pay attention, ladies!"
Jerome stated once again for effect.  "I cannot emphasize this enough.
Follow directions.  When a member of our staff asks you to do
something, don't argue.  He is there to teach you the correct way
apply yourselves.  Do exactly as you're told.  There are correct ways
and incorrect ways to perform most of the exercises you will learn. We
want you all to enjoy the correct ways," Jerome said with a confident
smile.

"For example.  I explained a minute ago that I have placed my finger
up inside of Mary Anne's vaginal passage.  No big deal, right?" he
asked glancing wistfully up at his pretty young subject.  

Mary Anne's expression said it all.  She was none too happy.

"Wrong!" Jerome continued, ignoring her rather unpleasant stare and
turning instead to his audience once again.  "For those of you who
have not yet allowed someone to explore your vagina, what Mary Anne
and I are doing now might sting a little, and we sure wouldn't want
that.  Would we?" he asked, shaking his head theatrically. 

"But Mr. Jerome.  You promised that nobody was going to hurt me,
didn't you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Yes ladies.  You're right.  I sure did promise that, and my
associates and I fully intend to keep that promise to you," he
answered with a big, warm smile.  It is exactly because of that
promise in fact, that we will be teaching each of you the correct ways
to explore your vaginas without having to worry about hurting
yourselves.  For those few of you who have already tried a little
probing up there, we'll show you new and better ways to enjoy those
gifts God has given you.  Just ask Mary Anne," Jerome volunteered
unexpectedly.

Only half listening to her partner's spiel, Mary Anne was again caught
off guard when he asked, "Had anybody put there finger up here in your
vagina before you came to the Wonder Wing, Mary Anne?"  As emphasis
Jerome wiggled his finger tip then moved it in and out of her a couple
of times, everything clearly visible to their young audience.

"Huh?  Ohhh," Mary Anne moaned softly.

"Answer me please, honey," Jerome asked in an outwardly friendly
manner, but inside he pressed the tip of his finger lightly over a
particular spot which Mary Anne knew from experience could result in
some rather uncomfortable sensations should he apply more pressure.
"Had anyone ever put there finger up inside of you like this before
you came to us?" Jerome repeated the question.

"N..no," the anxious teenager answered.

"So I was the first person to touch you like this, darling?" Jerome
asked with a smile.

Mary Anne felt like slapping him, but controlled herself with some
effort, remembering that she'd been cautioned about displaying
displeasure during the demonstration.

"Uh.. Uh huh," she nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral at
least.

"And did I hurt you that first time, or anytime afterward?"

Mary Anne shook her head but didn't answer at first.  Visions of her
"big day" were still quite vivid.  It hadn't hurt, at least not
physically, when Jerome took her virginity, but the emotional
confusion which resulted from the exercise troubled her even today.

[Author's Note: Please enjoy Chapter 13, Wonder Wing for more
information regarding the defloration of our younger Guests.]

Then after taking a deep breath, Mary Anne squared her shoulders and
gazed purposefully upon her audience.  "No.  It didn't hurt at all,"
she answered confidently. Her hope was to perhaps allay at least some
of the fear she suspected most of the young girls standing before her
were feeling.  Mary Anne recalled having been very frightened when she
herself stood where they stood, listening to strange talk of
penetration and exploration and the like.  Her Handler made a mental
note to commend her later in private, for unwittingly Mary Anne had
also helped to further his goals and those of the Center by answering
his question so directly and confidently.

"That's my girl," Jerome responded, patting her pert little rear end
affectionately with his free hand.  "You see girls?  What did I tell
you.  If you'll just allow us to show you the proper techniques, I
promise you'll have more fun learning about life's little mysteries,"
Jerome assured his audience.

"Speaking of techniques," Jerome went on after a brief pause.  Mary
Anne and I want to demonstrate another form of vaginal exercise.  One
that some of you have perhaps heard of but few have experienced at
such a young age.  In fact, your parents probably told you it's bad or
dirty, and that you'd get into big trouble if you even think about it.
So, if it's so bad then why do most people call it making love?"
Jerome asked sincerely.

As expected his question was answered by various reactions,
expressions ranging from shock to curiosity, a couple of gasps and one
soft moan.  There were even a few giggles which was encouraging.
Jerome knew his associates were taking mental notes of each
youngster's reaction to morning's activities for future reference. The
gigglers would most likely be heading for their defloration sessions
sooner rather than later.  That is of course if some fine fellow
hadn't already accomplished that most enjoyable task.

Mary Anne shivered reflexively when Jerome abruptly removed his finger
from inside of her, got to his feet and stood at her side.  She tried
to maintain an aura of relative calmness, again for the benefit of the
young ladies who like herself were captives of the deranged men in
white, but inside her spirits began to flag.  Mary Anne knew that very
soon now Jerome was going to fuck her in front of all these girls.
He'd told her so.  He'd also told her she was going to enjoy it, or at
least make it seem so.  Images of the young lady she'd witnessed in
the same unenviable position long ago, sprang to her mind.  Mary Anne
though her name might have been Rachael.  The strained yet courageous
smiles suffusing the grimaces, the occasional tear quickly brushed
away, and Rachael had been forced to entertain two of the hateful
Handlers.  Mary Anne wondered if she could be so brave.  Glancing
around fearfully she looked to see if any other white coverall clad
men were standing by in the wings to join in on their sicko show and
tell.  She didn't see anyone, and Jerome hadn't mentioned any
additional participants, but he did like to surprise her.  Especially
lately.  Mary Anne closed her eyes and said a brief prayer just as
Jerome began to speak.

"Have any of you lovely young ladies actually made love yet?" Jerome
asked rather bluntly.  As he spoke he stared pointedly at one little
blond girl.

Sandy Elliot, her name was.  Miss Elliot was almost eleven years old,
and from her file Jerome had learned that sweet Miss Sandy had been
fucking her mother's younger brother, Ralph for nearly two years.
Feeling his eyes upon her the handsome little blond shyly averted her
gaze.  She knew he knew.  Jerome smiled knowingly for her benefit as
he allowed his eyes to roam briefly over her petite physique, every
plump little curve.  Jerome envied her Principle Handler, Carl and
made a mental note to speak with Carl about some group encounters with
Miss Elliot.  

Young ladies with prior experience were often a surprise.  Most were
accepting and obedient and a joy to be with.  Some girls, however, in
particular those approaching their teenage years, could be a real
challenge.  Occasionally they brought with them unwanted baggage in
the form of emotional scars or at best bad habits.  Personally Jerome
preferred to begin with a clean slate.  He was, however, always up for
a potential challenge.

Deciding not to press the Elliot girl when an admission was not
forthcoming, Jerome allowed his eyes to move on, traveling quickly
over the remainder of the enchanting assembly.  No hands were raised,
but a few expressions were dead giveaways.  

"Nobody wants to share her experience with the group?" Jerome asked
one last time.  "Alrighty then," he said with a theatrical sigh and a
shrug.  "I guess we should consider ourselves fortunate indeed then
that Miss Winslow has graciously volunteered to show us how it's
done," he added lightly, giving Mary Anne a wink.

Looking away, "Volunteered!" Mary Anne muttered through her teeth,
hoping her Handler wound not hear.  He'd promised her some very busy
nights with multiple love interests should she decide not to cooperate
fully.

"As I mentioned earlier," Jerome began.  While you're with us we will
teach each of you in depth more about the art of making love than most
women learn in a lifetime.  Probably way more than any of your parents
know.  Does that interest any of you ladies?" he asked.  He actually
received a few nods from the group.  "Good, but like anything new and
unfamiliar one needs to keep an open mind," Jerome cautioned.  I want
you all to watch closely while Miss Winslow and I make love,
remembering always that nothing we do is painful in any way.  You have
Miss Winslow's word on that," he stated for the record while placing
his left arm affectionately around Mary Anne's shoulders.  "I'm sure
by the time we're finished most of you will have questions.  We're
here to answer those questions, and we'll endeavor to respond to as
many as we have time for before we break for lunch," he said.  "Are
you ready, sweetheart?" Jerome asked, glancing sideways at Mary Anne
and giving her a little hug.

Steeling herself as best she could, Mary Anne nodded her consent.  She
wished he would stop calling her sweetheart.

"Very well then.  You may open my coveralls and remove my penis, Miss
Winslow," Jerome said in a businesslike tone of voice as he dropped
his arm from her shoulders.  Obediently the attractive fourteen year
old turned and knelt before her Handler.  Then reaching out with a
trembling hand she grasped the oversized zipper pull located at waist
level of his sparkling white coveralls and zipped it all the way down.
Next she took the other fob of the bi-directional zipper in her
fingertips and slid it upward as far as she could comfortably reach
from her kneeling position.  Taking a deep breath to steady herself,
Mary Anne reached reluctantly into the warm confines of her Handlers
"business attire".  Locating Jerome's manhood took very little time
for the man was quite well endowed as were all TYTC Handlers.  Slowly
Mary Anne withdrew the fleshy shaft out into the light of day,
receiving numerous gasps from her young audience as a result.  

Quickly Jerome spoke up in response.  "Most of you girls have probably
never seen a grown man's penis other than perhaps in photographs or
maybe on the Internet." Noting a couple of blushes, Jerome moved on.
"As with everything you will learn here, there are right and wrong
ways to handle a man's penis," Jerome explained to his stunned
audience.  "I promise you, you will all become adept at the art of
cock handling before you part our company, but for today's
demonstration I want you to simply watch while Miss Winslow readies me
for love making."  Looking downward, "Go ahead, young lady," he
ordered.

Swallowing her dignity, Mary Anne began to slowly stroke the
professional man's meaty shaft, squeezing rhythmically as she moved
her hand up and down its rapidly increasing length.  In a surprisingly
short period of time her partner achieved his full stature.  Jerome's
length and girth had frightened Mary Anne the first time the two of
them had coupled, and indeed the occasion had been somewhat difficult
for her.  Since then however, they'd been together innumerable times,
and under Jerome's patient tutelage Mary Anne's nubile anatomy had
adjusted to him such that now she could accommodate him with only
minor discomfort in any and all of her openings.

"That's good, sweetheart," Jerome complimented her with a pat on the
head.  "You may stand up now and face our new Guests."  Releasing the
man's penis which now sprang from his coveralls by a full ten inches,
Mary Anne did as she was told, quickly finding that special spot on
the floor with her eyes so as not to have to watch the fifteen young
girls watch her.

"As you can see, ladies, our lovely Miss Winslow has caused me to
become what we call fully erect, and quite expertly I might add," he
chuckled.  "One day you will all be experts, but for now just watch,
listen and learn."  Continuing, "A man must become erect, you see, in
order to introduce himself into a young lady's vagina or whatever.  If
his penis is limp or flaccid as we call it, this joining which many
call love making, would be difficult or even impossible and certainly
not pleasurable for either party.  Are we clear so far?" Jerome asked.
"I see a lot of confused looks out there," he said with a good-natured
chuckle.  "But no matter.  I'm sure you'll understand better once Miss
Winslow here and I begin," he explained, placing a hand on Mary Anne's
right shoulder.  

Mary Anne shuddered at his touch, knowing what was soon to follow.

"Bend over please, honey," Jerome instructed.  "And spread your feet
apart a little more," he added.  Slipping his free hand under her
tummy, Jerome pressed downward gently but firmly on her shoulder,
eventually moving his hand between her shoulder blades, he guided her
into position.  "You may place your hands on your knees if your back
starts to bother you, sweetheart, but I prefer you didn't.  The
audience will be able to see much better if you don't bend over too
far," he explained unnecessarily.  

Mary Anne knew the drill.  Jerome and many others as well had fucked
her standing up more times than she could count.  She hated being
taken from behind, standing or kneeling.  Her partners always felt
bigger this way, or so it seemed.  Today of course, to be taken in
this manner would be particularly demeaning as Mary Anne would be
compelled to face her audience.  She felt his hand on her right hip as
he stepped behind her.  Mary Anne knew that with his other hand Jerome
had gripped his heavy manhood and would soon steer it to her gates.
Very soon now she would be put to the test.  "Could she perform as
bravely as the young lady named Rachael?" she wondered.  She was about
to find out.

"Look at me, Miss Winslow," her Handler ordered.  At the same time
Mary Anne felt the hot, bulbous head of his penis press between the
tops of her thighs where they met her buttocks.  Looking back at the
man over her right shoulder as prescribed by the sixth TYTC Standard
which states, "Guests shall maintain direct eye contact with their
partner or partners while being attended to."  Mary Anne shivered
involuntarily as Jerome began to wipe the engorged head of his cock up
and down between her buttocks, making a show of searching for her
opening even though they both knew he could be in her in a split
second should he so desire.  Additionally, Mary Anne had been informed
by Jerome prior to their appearance at the demented gathering that for
the purposes of the demonstration she would only be expected to look
him in the eye as he entered her.  After that she was free to face the
audience.

"Great!" Mary Anne had thought to herself.

She felt his knees press against the backs of her legs as the taller
man stooped slightly in preparation for entry.  Any second now.  The
fiery hot head of his penis moved slowly up and down.  Searching,
seeking.  Forcing herself to maintain eye contact, Mary Anne found
herself wishing he would just hurry up and get it over with instead of
prolonging the inevitable with that smug look on his face.  Then
suddenly the unhappy teenager had a terrifying thought.  "Is he going
to fuck me in my rear end?  Oh God, I hope not," she prayed.  She knew
she'd never be able to keep it together in front of an audience with
Jerome's two inch diameter cock up her ass.  She wasn't sure she'd
even be able to stand up.  "Oh God.. Oh God!" she prayed.  It was as
if Jerome could hear her thoughts.  Actually her expression spoke
volumes.  With a big, wicked grin he paused his hunting.  What felt to
Mary Anne like a red hot billiard ball began to press against her
puckered nether opening.  "Nnnnnnnn," she groaned quite by accident
through tightly clenched teeth and tried to raise herself upward and
out of harms way.

"Be still, Mary Anne," Jerome cautioned her.  It wasn't a full rebuke
for a Standards infraction.  Clearly she'd violated the seventh
Standard which states, "Guests shall remain silent while being
attended to."  But for some reason Jerome chose to respond less
harshly than usual.  

"Perhaps he's just feeling charitable," Mary Anne thought as she gazed
into Jerome's dark eyes, trying to read the unreadable.  Suddenly
without warning or even a twinkle in his eye, Jerome lowered his hips,
at the same time repositioning himself.  Then with one powerful upward
thrust he entered Mary Anne, and within seconds occupied her
completely, the bulbous head of his heavy cock pressing firmly against
her cervix.  It all happened so suddenly and so fluidly that a rapid
exhale of breath was the only reaction she could muster.  Still
staring at the man Mary Anne felt him pull back slightly.  Then after
shifting his hips from side to side a few times, he pushed himself up
inside once again, filling her even more completely than before, if
that were possible.  In response Mary Anne gave her partner one
prolonged blink of her big, sky blue eyes, and her lower lip quivered
delightfully.

One young girl in the audience, her name was Sarah, would always
remember being impressed by how quietly and smoothly the initial
coupling had taken place.  It wasn't at all what she'd expected.  Her
brother had once shown her a dirty movie, and the man and woman
depicted in the film had been so noisy and rough.  This was much
different.  Young Sarah found herself unconsciously wondering what it
might be like to make love.

Jerome fucked Mary Anne slowly and purposefully for about thirty
minutes, during which time he made numerous remarks to the audience,
apprising them of his progress and directing their attention hither
and yon.  "If you ladies will look between Miss Winslow's legs, I
believe you'll be able to see the shaft of my penis as we move it in
and out," he said.  "You might notice it appears to be wet, and
actually it is," he acknowledged.  "This moisture comes from Miss
Winslow.  Her body produces lubricating fluids which allows the two of
us to make love," Jerome explained while continuing to thrust in and
out.. in and out..  in and out.

Mary Anne bore up surprisingly well, considering the circumstances.
She even managed a bittersweet smile from time to time.  Ironically,
the next day, as Mary Anne reflected on the encounter, she would
recall having felt relieved and grateful that Jerome had in the end,
taken her vaginally rather than anally as she'd feared he might.  She
had not, however, enjoyed the part where he'd grasped her by her
nipples, pointing out to their audience how hard they'd become.  "It's
a natural reaction," he'd explained as he pinched and tugged at her
tender flesh.  A young lady's nipples become hard and erect when she's
aroused and enjoying herself just like a man's penis.  That particular
incident had been particularly embarrassing for Mary Anne for some
reason.  Perhaps because it really was an indicator that she'd become
aroused in spite of the circumstances.  Mary Anne Winslow had simply
proven that which every Handler at The Youth Training Center believes:

"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
with said partner(s), will eventually become an active and willing
participant in the relationship."

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