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Friday, July 30, 2004

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This story contains vivid descriptions of sex between consenting and
nonconsenting adults. If this material is illegal for you to read in your
jurisdiction, or if you are offended by these topics then please close this
file and go elsewhere.

To the legal reader. This is my first attempt to write an erotic mind
control story. I hope that you enjoy it. Grammar and Spelling were not my
strong subjects during my academic years. So if there are misspelled
words, incorrect phrases that do not make sense, then see it as kind of a
mystery, a puzzle; kind of like figuring out a license plate phrase. If
cannot enjoy this story because of the errors in grammar and spelling, then
all I can say is you were potty trained entirely too early.

This is fantasy, and fantasy as you know, is always better than reality.


John S. Ringo. A LITTLE INFLUENCE



Chapter 1



I always had the gift. When I was young, I always thought that all
people saw what I saw. That all people and animals had colors surrounding
them. And I learned at an early age that these colors changed when
emotions changed. I saw it in my parents, my brothers and my sisters, my
friends as I grew up. I just assumed that other people could see the
colors too. I noticed that pictures did not record the colors nor did
television or video cameras. Steel Blue was a color showing me that the
person did not want to be bothered. Red, was anger, violet and lavender
was love, while passion flowed deep dark red and dark purple. When I
became a teenager, I learned to read and explore minds, and I learned how
to exercise "A Little Influence". One of the first things I learned; was
that people's wills were absolute; I could not make someone do something
they did not want to do. But by looking into their minds, and learning
what they liked, disliked, hated, and loved, I could use this information
to influence their behavior, but I could not force it. So thus I learned
how to be a mind manipulator. Persuading people into behavior they would
not normally do. Also when I exerted influence it drained me. Constant
use did not make me stronger but weaker and limited the results. There was
just a limited amount of energy in my mind. I could store it by not using
my gift for several days and then send out a strong push, and if it did not
violate a person's will it would work. But if I had been using that energy
every day, then the strength of the push was restricted. I learned as I
matured that by sending certain positive thoughts out, I seldom ever had to
use a raw push. In school the teachers were all my friends. I got along
with everyone. I was very intelligent; and it was easy for me to learn. I
was a top student and was a member of all of the clicks and usually made
friends easily. I continued to develop and sharpen my talents throughout
my teenage years; and because of my grades, I went on to a very prestigious
university on a full academic scholarship. It was there that I really
began to expand my mental powers to influence people. I met people that
were wonderful and nice, and others that were just plain mean and petty.
It was the mean and petty ones that I began to involve myself with. Even
with the scholarship I needed money and it was not hard to get. I became
the campus poker champion; I always won, but limited my games to playing
the super rich guys, because they had plenty of cash to lose. I became a
challenge to beat, and they even set up a bet among themselves as to who
was going to beat me. These people had entirely too much money to waste,
and I did my best to liberate as much of it into my pockets as I could. I
mean I could read their minds, and knew what they were holding; the result
was plenty of flash cash. Girls were never an issue, I was not Brad Pitt
looking, but I wasn't a twobagger either. I did work out, and since I ran
track in high school, and I also took martial arts lessons from my uncle
who had a school. I kept myself in good shape, and with my gift, I could
pretty much have any girl on campus that wasn't in love. Yes it was that
will thing. A woman in really in love was almost impossible to influence,
true it was a challenged, but I found it waste of my limited mental energy.
Besides why mess up two peoples lives just because you wanted a onenight
stand; it seemed a little selfcentered to me. You could only sleep with
so many women, having the gift was like being at a huge buffet with all of
your favorite food. You couldn't eat it all at one setting, there were
just so many choices and you could always get something better tomorrow.
There was more than enough willing wonderful experienced pussy, that took
almost no effort at all to get in bed, without having to go out and work
for it. I majored in business, and eventually settled on selling houses.
Why? Well it was easy for me; I sold million dollar houses, large
commercial properties, and made a tremendous amount of money in
commissions, and investments. One of my investments was an exclusive
health and country club that I silently owned and in secret managed. But I
am ahead of myself. Let me explain, first one cannot just not go into
another's mind and explore, no the mind has certain memories and thoughts
that are generated. For example, if I ask you what your favorite movie is,
your mind will begin to list them. For a flash I can see those movies and
then read what you are thinking. The mind has certain paths; we all have
fantasies and thoughts that once triggered, will start mind to run down the
path. I learned that I could inject a simple thought. Like, what is your
favorite drink? Your mind would respond and let me know what it was. I
would then order it, in front of you. How did I know? Well you just
looked like you would drink it. It always broke the ice with girls. I had
many tricks like that for making friends. I also learned that when I was
in a bad mood, others around me picked up on it. So through a lot of
selfdiscipline, I learned how to project positive feelings around me, so
that the people around me felt good, and always wanted to be around me.
There are some people that have that naturally, I could see their colors,
they radiated goodness and love, just wonderful people, and you always
wanted to be around them, others were angry or hateful; people just seemed
to naturally keep them at bay. One day I was walking outside, having just
completed my classes for the day, when I was flooded with very wicked and
evil thoughts. There were two people in front of me whose colors
surrounding them were mixed, browns, grays, green to orange. In my short
life there were some people that I found that were just full of guile.
They lived to hurt others, just for the sake of meanness. Even today, I
still don't understand it; it was like they were born that way. And on
that day, walking in front of me, were two of those people; one was a
stunning beautiful girl, the other a well dress, good looking guy that any
woman would drool over, both completely encased in their wickedness. They
were completely at ease with talking about how they were going to humiliate
a nice girl, and set her up to be sexually blackmailed. I listened in to
their plan which was to get her to a party, drug her and then take her to
an upstairs room and gang bang her while video taping her. Later they
would blackmail her into submission and turn her into the campus cunt. I
walked behind them not able to hear every word, but focused on reading
their thoughts, from there I learned enough about them to know they had
done this before, and that the girls usually had left school at the end of
the year, not to return. I gathered from their thoughts this was a pretty
nice girl, if fact, I had seen her but not taken the time to meet her.
Remember, if I took the time to meet a new girl every day of the year it
would had taken me 40 plus years to meet all of the women on this campus
alone. Anyway her only crime was she had just made the mistake of
offending the campus selfappointed social queen who was now walking in
front of me. Neither had any morality, they were totally ruthless vain
people, and did not care who they hurt, for their own selfindulgences. I
don't know why but I decided I wasn't go let this happen, I decided to get
involved, and teach these two a lesson in humility.

I followed them, and for background, in my early teen years I had
learned I could induce a muscle jerk with a quick jab thought. Doing this
caused a jerking motion and caused both of them to drop their books and
papers. We all experience that from time to time, where our reflexes seem
to go haywire, hey I spilt my fair share of milk glasses in my younger
days. Bothsets of books went down, they looked down at them, I walked up
behind and said here let me help. I sent very positive thoughts and
feelings out to them, they ask me to join them for a cup a coffee, and that
is when I entered their world. Later that week, Mr. Man, as he liked to
call himself in his mind, and I went to a sports bar where I learned some
of his sexual preferences and fantasies; I also learned that he detested
the girl he was plotting with, but it was a real turn on to debauch
innocent girls and make them into sluts, and Miss Queen Bitch (That was his
nickname for her) was his door to set them up. And Miss QB? Well we went
out on a pizza date, and from that I learned she was just jealous of any
girl that was prettier than she was. That was all it took, she was like
the wicked queen in Snow White. The girl they were planning to do the next
deed too, was just a freshman, like my self from a small town, but she was
very pretty and very innocent. It was going to happen at a party in
twothree weeks. I made sure I was to be invited, I also arranged to meet
some of the other people who were going to be invited, most were guys, they
were going to brings dates, others were coming as stags. Sometimes more
than one girl got the treatment, in different rooms. They had it down to a
fine art. They saved newspapers, magazines, and outfits using three
different rooms. Basically you got the girl a little tipsy, spiked her
drink, and then when everyone was dancing and having a good time, escorted
her upstairs to the rooms. They videotaped the girl kissing her date, and
then having her clothes taken off, all designed to make her look like she
was willing. The video showed several guys standing and watching from the
neck down focusing on the girls face. They put the date and time on the
camera. They also showed a newspaper and magazine for the day that it was
suppose to have happened. They made sure she was fucked by all of the
guys, showing that she was she was really enjoying it. After finishing
with one group, they put different clothes on her and moved her to another
room, with a different guy who also had changed his clothes from an earlier
session, and then two different guys, would then screw her, The camera
would show an earlier day of the year, different newspapers and magazines
would be by the bed to support the day on the camera. This happened again,
the third time, only with six or seven guys, again in a different room,
different clothes, a different day and month on the camera. All designed
to show that she was a willing slut; that had participated in three
different gangbangs, not a drug induced one time date gang rape. All the
guys used rubbers and plenty of KY Jelly, so there could be no DNA testing
or vaginal bruising, the sex was just pure intercourse, no scratching,
marks or bruises, on video it would seem entirely consensual. They also
put their hard dicks in her mouth while she was being fucked to make it
look like she was taking on two guys at a time. The plan was that the girl
would not have any memory of what happened that night; at least not after
the party. If she were too stoned and confused, Miss QB would later take
her home with her male escort, and put her to bed; telling her roommate she
had too much to drink. And since Miss Queen was a campus leader, who would
think differently. Two weeks later, they would start phase two. Phase two
was to have the same guy ask the girl out, and take her to the house place,
and make her watch an edited video of her gang bangs, and then tell her
what she had to do to keep the video's off campus, and her face off the
internet, and copies mailed to her home town and parents. They would make
her sign a model's release without reading it, and then unknown to her, a
money order would be deposited into her checking account making it look
like she was paid for the evenings. They had always wondered what they
would do, if a girl refused to submit, most were young, and pretty na�ve
easily intimidated and did what they were initially told to do.

First they would sit down and he would give her a glass of wine, and
would talk, then after she had drank her glass, he would then say he had
something to show her. The tape was started, and if she tried to get up,
he would tell her to sit down shut up and watch it or a copy would be
mailed to her family. After the movie ran through, showing her legs
spread, her face, but not the face of the guys fucking her he then let her
know what she had to do. He would stare hard at her; they practiced on
each other to get the steel look, so that she would believe they meant
business. He would informed her that a copy of this tape, was in the hands
of another guy, and that unless he called him within two hours, he had
orders to mail the tape, to her parents, at her home. Usually they would
sit there in shock, get angry, make threats, some would start crying, the
guy would give them a few seconds then tell them to stand up and strip or
walk out the door, they were to chose, it was simple, was he going to call
the guy or were they going to walk out the door. . They knew if the girl
stood, and starting taking off their clothes that they now owned her pussy.
So far none of the girls had walked out the door, they were batting 100%.
Once stripped, standing there naked, and trying to cover their tits and
pussy, he would get papers out and a pen and make her sign the release
forms, without reading them. After she signed the papers he informed her
that she was to be his sex toy for the rest of the year and that if she did
what he wanted, that he would give her the original film, and copies, and
let her destroy them in front of him. If she had been crying, he would
tell her to go into the bathroom and fix her face, and leave the door open.
While she was doing that, he would make the call and tell the guy not to
mail the tape. Actually that was their signal that the bitch was naked,
and everything was ready for her first real consensual gangbang. Unknown
to her was that she was being taped again, the whole house was set up with
hidden cameras and special lighting, and that she had signed a release for
them to sell the following films with her in it. There was amateur video
company that paid the guys good money for the making of a slut, which paid
for the video equipment and the house expenses. There were ten guys
involved, the rule was if anyone told anyone else then they were out of the
group. One of the guys graduated last year and they needed a tenth person,
the guys had voted me in. However, if I told anyone about the group then I
was out. Bottom line, keep my mouth shut and I get to Fuck with the most
beautiful pussy on campus any time and any where, anyway, brag about it,
and I was permanently cut off. While she was in the bathroom, he laid out
different clothes for her to wear, hiding what she was wearing. The Man
told me that the secret was to push the girls into a more degrading
situation a little bit at a time. Too much at one time might cause the
girl to snap and create too many problems. One girl just fled the campus
after one gangbang, they never heard from her again. No the first thing
the guy did, was get the girl to have a climax while he was banging her,
once a woman bingo's with a guy, her whole outlook is different. First
thing he did, was have her put on very sexy clothing, making her look very
beautiful and sensual, and he would keep telling her that. Most of them
were, they were all wet dreams. The clothing was very sexy, and the guys
would hand her a vibrator, and tell her to go into the bedroom and get
herself off. He would leave the door open and watch, unknown to her she
was being taped, and he would make her to play with herself until she
climaxed several times, while he watched her, lowering her inhibitions,
Sometimes they would let the bitches make themselves cum for an hour or
two, before going in and completing the mission. Usually by then the guy's
dick was now like a steel poll, he would fuck her bareback until she had
another bingo, he then would climax, pull a train station, (The train
always pulls out of the station) and shoot his wad all over her stomach,
tits, and sometimes if he was real turned on, he would hit her face. After
that he would roll her on her stomach; and a second guy would come into the
room, that she couldn't see at first, and take her from behind. If she
came while the second guy fucked her, then they knew they had the makings
of a first class cunt on their hands. If she resisted, not liking the
second guy, then it was going to take a little more work. How could I
really be too judgmental? Hey I had been doing it for a long time. I
could influence most women not in love to bed, so I couldn't fault what
they were doing. Hey who doesn't want to fuck and control a pretty woman?
However, I wasn't using my abilities to totally turn a girl into a whore,
and put her pussy on display for the whole world to see. It was just
taking a nice good person and corrupting them into something they didn't
want to be, that bothered me. Now there are women, who are vain bitches
that rubbed me wrong, that could use a little moral adjustment in humility,
and the treatment, as they called it could be just the right payback. So I
decided to join the group and try to influence them into a new direction.
To stop picking on people who had not done them any harm, and focus on mean
self centered people. It was a decision that changed the direction of my
life. I have many stories of women and guys that I have been shown the
errors of their selfcentered ways with some interesting payback, through
the treatment, or later in life through my exclusive health club training.
So who was first? Well my first targets were QB and Mr. Man. My first
task was to try and plant the seed that the QB was the new target. I begin
to inject those thoughts into Mr. Man that they set up QB so they could
control her, and then they could pick the bitches. Right now she
determined who got the treatment and who didn't. You see she helped get
them the dates, and she also would back up any of their stories that the
gal was a slut. I met with all of the guys one night, as we were planning
the next debauching of our new target and began to inject the idea, that
maybe if they needed to set up QB for the treatment. It was much easier
than I thought, they all wanted to fuck her, she wouldn't sleep with any of
them. In fact she made it clear they were not good enough for her to sleep
with, and if any tried to put a move on her she would permanently cut off
the fresh pussy. So we set up a plan, we began to tape her conversations
about setting up Miss Sweetness. It has been too long for me to remember
all of the names, shit you don't need to know them, anyway. We had both
audio and some videos, with very little conversation from the guys. It was
also easy to get a signature from her, so that we had a models release
signed, and started putting money in her account. Shit she never
reconciled her account, daddy just kept it full of money. So the money
order deposits from Adventure Films were now also setting her up for the
blackmail. So now it was the Queen Bitches' turn to be given the
treatment. She was going to come to the party with a new boyfriend that did
not have a clue about what was suppose to be going down. She felt safer
that way. My job was to distract him, and get him separated from her, and
keep him entertained while she was going through the gangbang scene. She
also brought her own special wine; we had treated some of the glasses with
a powder, coated on the inside. QB always drank from a glass, we were
going to use brandy glasses that were chilled in the refrigerator. The
dosage would take a little longer, and it was in two phases. The first,
was a drug to reduce her inhibitions, the plan was after her first drink
Mr. Man would ask her if she was interested in watching some of the
deflowering, saying he could arrange it so she could watch and not be seen.
He would appeal to her vanity and lust. She really got off on seeing the
videos, and he knew she would not turn down the opportunity to watch it
live. After she said yes, then he would pour her some more wine, into a
fresh glass that was coated with drug that would induce stupor and memory
loss, a date rape drug. My job was to ask the boyfriend, if he would go
with me to get ice, chips, and other things that we had run out of. With
my power of persuasion I did not think it would be a problem. This would
leave me out of the action, and to tell the truth I wasn't mentally ready
to have by ass and dick displayed on video for all of America and the world
to see. Miss freshness was to be kept occupied, and left alone. And that
was the plan. Miss QB arrived about 9:00pm with her wine, and we poured
her a drink, she never suspected or tasted the drug in her wine. Her
boyfriend was a nice guy, and I learned real quick he was a pro football
junkie and I just let him talk. Miss freshness arrived, about 9:20, and we
mixed her a clean drink. We mixed and talked, QB introduced her new
boyfriend around, and noticed that her wine glass was empty, and walked
over to the bar and started talking to Mr. Man. He open the frig and took
out the second glass, I knew it was on, and I moved over to her boyfriend,
and started talking to him. She came over and started talking to us, just
B.S. talk, school things, when Mr. Man came over to us and started
talking. She looked at him, and ask him if there was a restroom upstairs
that the one downstairs was being used, he said yes, straight up and to the
left. That was the way she was going to excuse herself, to get upstairs
and watch. That was Mr. Mans queue, to ask me if I would go get some more
chips, cokes and ice, that we were running low. I looked over at QB's
boyfriend, and ask him if he would like to go with me. It fit perfectly in
with Queen Bitches program, he would be gone while she watched the fucking.
She said go ahead, I will be here when you get back, and laughed. He
laughed and said sure; I knew he would. I was putting on some heavy
influence. I was also; sending thirst vibes to the QB so she drank her
second drink quickly. Mr. Man took the glass and said here I will freshen
it up; she gulped it down also and was on her fourth we she started up the
stairs. It took us about an hour and half to get the ice and stuff, I let
the boyfriend drive, and talk about football, and he somehow got lost,
during that time the Bitch was given the treatment. Later Mr. Man told me
what had happened. They took her into a bedroom, connected to another,
with a door, and sat her on the bed, turned on the TV, connected to a
camera in the next room. She could either watch it, on the TV or open the
door and watch it in person. Buy the time she sat on the bed the drugs and
alcohol were hitting her hard and she just leaned back and passed. The
team went into high gear. Getting her stripped and fucking her, and some
of them added jacking off coming on her tits, and blowjobs. These guys had
been waiting to fuck her for years and they had been saving it for a week,
and in an hour, they fucked her mouth, by jacking off and then putting
their dick in her mouth just as they came. They did use condoms when they
fucked her pussy. In an hour they gave her three treatment rooms. They
then cleaned her up, put her clothes back on her, and put her on the bed,
and made some coffee for her. They then put on a raw tape of a girl they
had done earlier, that looked like Miss Freshness. Mr. Man walked in with
the coffee and shook the Queen Bitch awake. She opened her eyes, "Are you
enjoying the show?" "She looked over at the TV and saw the guys fucking a
chick, but she could not see the face. She shook her head yes, "I guess I
feel asleep." "Sorry, it took so long, she nursed her drink and it took a
while to get her ready." "Here is some coffee, I noticed you hit that wine
a little quickly earlier, thought you might like some." "Thanks," She was
staring at the TV, watching the tape thinking it was Ms. Freshness. We
had already sent Ms. Freshness home. The couple left to go get some
dinner; she did not know she was gone. Miss QB looked at Mr. Man while
watching, "She does have nice skin and legs, I, just can't wait until you
get control of that cunt. I am going to think of some really kinky shit
for this bitch. I mean lets really make this bitch a campus slut." The
video only showed a girl on her back with her legs spread being fucked
missionary style. Another guy was at her head and had his dick in her
mouth. You could not see her face it was blocked. Mr. Man said. "You
like that, say have you ever had any pussy, you know a muff sandwich." QB
replied. "No, never wanted one, its disgusting, kissing and licking a
pussy like that. But I am sure WE are going to make her well acquainted
with pussy and cock" "Hey babe, whatever you want, tonights fucked bitch
will do anything your little dark heart desires, your wish is my command."
"Anything?" "You call it, I am feeling generous tonight, she is such a fine
piece of ass, whatever you want done to the cunt that was set up tonight,
you can have." QB got a mean gleam in her eye. "Seriously? Anything!"
"Anything." "I want her gangbanged by a bunch of hung guys, black guys in
the ass. I want to see her suck on tits and pussy, lick assholes,
masturbate in public, go into a bar and fuck anyone that hits on her. I
want her pussy and ass stretched with big dildos. I want her totally
humiliated, and aware that she is just a walking cunt. I want her tattooed
on her inside thighs and around her pussy lips that she is a cunt to be
used by anything with a dick or pussy. When you guys sit around I want you
to remember her as the best and most used slut you ever had." Mr. Man
smiled, this was all on tape, with him out of view, and her wish would be
his command. Queen Bitch was going to get her desire fulfilled to the nth
degree. She just didn't know it was her own self she was talking about,
and she was laying out the game plan for the treatment. "No Mercy huh?"
"No Mercy, I will write down what I want, and I want video's and I want the
bitch in terror that there are video's available showing was slut she is."

Mr. Man never told her about the amateur film company that was buying
the videos. What Queen Bitch didn't know would not hurt her. It was an
interesting twist; the bitch was going to plan out her own agenda and
humiliation. "You been here a while, your boyfriend may be looking for
you, we better get going. He helped her up, she was a little dizzy, but in
good control, The dosage we gave her was light, not designed to knock her
out all night just a hour or so. Mr. Man helped her to the stairs,
holding on to the banister, she walked down. After she walked down the
stairs, she went over and sat on a sofa, and was handed more coffee that we
had spiced with some additional stimulant that would reduce the effects of
the other drugs. The bitch was going to really feel like shit tomorrow.
About that time, I came in with the chips, and her boyfriend who came over
and apologized for taking so long, stating that we got lost. She laughed
and asked, if we ask for directions, we both said no. She said that is no
surprise. They left together about an hour later, the Bitch said she was
not feeling too well and needed to get back to her room. Mr. Man said to
go ahead, that party was about over, and they could take care of the
dishes. That was his way of saying they would get Ms. Freshness, home OK.
She left, the party broke up, those with dates took them home, the rest of
us came back to the house and we looked at the videos. After watching the
video's I was sorry I wasn't there, She was stunning, the queen bitch had
natural Auburn hair, not died, her pussy was trimmed and showed her true
auburn hair color. She had perfect 36 C tits that had silver dollar
nipples that were natural. She kept her body, tight and hard; she was
stunning. And they all fucked her. Each guy said her pussy was tight. No
doubt the bitch, didn't put out very often, she was saving herself for Mr.
Right. Some of the guys had fantasized about her for years and couldn't
wait, and started jacking off on her tits. It was a horny scene.
Especially the scene showing a dick cuming in her semi open mouth, it made
her look like she was a willing participant. One of the guys said her
mouth was so warm and soft when he came; it was better than her pussy. He
said he had been jacking off with her in his fantasies for years; cuming
into her mouth just like that. He looked down and his pants. "Shit I have
cum two times tonight, and I am still hard, and could go a third time."
With very little influence exercised over the group, they chose me to show
her the tape, and make the pitch. They felt it was only fair since I did
not get to fuck her. They told me my reward for making the pitch would be
she would become my private cunt for the first part of her slut training. I
got the privilege of being first in breaking in our new little Philly. See
each guy got the girl for several weeks, the treatment would last about one
semester with each guy taking the bitch for 7 days and using her anyway he
wanted. I was first in line. After that the bitch was available when ever
we wanted her. Then Mr. Man put the tape in where she was telling him
what she wanted done to the fucked bitched, all of the guys yelled Yah!
Yah! Yah!, Yah!, and then gave each other the high five's. Our approach
was going to be little different from the other ones. We decided to wait
to show her the x rated fucking last, and just show her the tape of what
she wanted done to Ms. Freshness. The Queen Bitch was graduating with
honors in the spring, she was very smart, and had been accepted into a very
prestigious graduate school program, in international studies. Her daddy
was very wealthy and very powerful, a sex scandal he could suppress,
although it would cost her position at the graduate school. However in one
of my conversations and probing her mind I found that she had cheated on
some of her papers, copying another students report. Not uncommon but if
brought forth with the sex scandal it would be impossible for daddy to keep
it quiet. The other thing I found out was that she was terrified of her
stepmother. Her dad had divorce her mom and remarried, she was the only
child of the first marriage, while her dad had two boys with her
stepmother. I knew that if the stepmother found out about Queen Bitches
little off campus hobby and cheating, she would use it to make sure her
stepdaughter was kicked out of the family for the sake of the boys, having
big plans, in both business and the political arena. I really wasn't sure
I could be the hardass, that I needed to be, again my method was to use
gentle pushes not heavyhanded ones. But this was going to be a learning
process, and I had committed myself to go all the way. Besides she truly
was a magnificent piece of woman flesh. Auburn hair, green eyes, wonderful
C tits, small tiny waist that flared out into a perfect heart shaped ass,
and flat hard stomach with just a hint of forward just at her pussy, she
had the kind of body and looks that could make a gay man wish he was
straight. I knew I really was going to suffer through this.

I came to Mr. Man's house, and he was already there with Miss Bitch.
Under the premise that she was going to see the edited video of Ms.
Freshness's gang bang. She also was telling my guy how she wanted her
treated, and handed him a written list. Before, she had left it up to us
guys, now she wanted to run the show. I guess she figured she was
graduating in the spring, and would be safe if she got more involved in the
debauchery. This was all being taped of coarse with her only in the
camera, to be added to the final blackmail tape. Unknown to her was over
the last 4 weeks three deposits were made by the movie company to pay for
the 3 different gang bangs, video's. We had covered all of our bases, I
knew she would be hard to break; deep down she had a mean hard nature.
None of the guy's faces were shown on the final film, and they all had fake
tattoos on them, the kind the x offenders have, on their arms, wrist, and
hands. We also changed the d�cor of the rooms she was fucked in, so that
one could not tell that it was done in the house. To an outside observer,
with her signed release, Miss Queen Bitch, I will now call her QB, got paid
three different times to fuck strangers in an amateur video gangbang series
using her first name. But the Queen Bitch's face was clear most of the
time, except when she had a dick cuming in her mouth. Again she had been
with Mr. Man for a while, and I knocked on the door and came in, they were
talking, I was trying to read Queen's emotions, her colors were that of
excitement, very mixed. Mr. Mann was turned on, but he was going to leave
me alone with our Queen Jane. The phone started ringing, that was no
surprise, there was a guy outside who was going to call as soon as I got
into the house. Mr. Man talked for a few minutes, and turned around and
said, "QB there is something I have to do, I will be back in a few minutes,
I will leave you with Jack, and I will be right back." The look on QB's
face told it all, she was disappointed, but understood, "Would you like
some of your wine you left from the other night?" "The Queen said, "That
would be nice." Again he reached into the frig pulled out the glass, and
wine and poured it in. The glass was not treated. Queen reached for the
drink and drank a sip and then closed her eyes and tried to relax a bit.
Boy was she beautiful. She had on a loose short tennis skirt and sweater
that highlighted her tits to their best advantage. She had on tennis
shoes, and short white socks, which meant she did not have any panty hose
on. Her legs were tanned; she thought she was going to play tennis later
on this afternoon. The wine began to affect her, again, I projected a
thirst and she drank all of the wine, and asks for more. Mr. Man then
left, I was alone with her. The cameras were turned off; we did not want a
video record of me blackmailing her. The bedroom was set up so that when I
turned the lights on the cameras would come on, and begin taping again. My
dick was like a hard marble column in my jeans, it was uncomfortable
sitting but I did manage to get my dick to slide along the side of my pant
leg to hide my desire. One of the things I could easily do without a lot
of mental energy was to magnify someone's already activated emotions. For
example if someone was happy, it was not hard to push him or her into
laughter. If they were sad, push them into crying. My strategy was to
make Queen Jane afraid of the consequences, if the tape got out, to tap her
fear and magnify it. I did this by having Mr. Man make a tape and make
the pitch while I sat there and controlled her emotions. The phone rang I
answered it, Mr. Man told me to put on the tape. I hung up. "The was our
guy, he said, it was going to be a while, and that I was to show you the
tape." The queen didn't know me that well; she thought I was in the film. I
could sense she was curious what my dick would look like. "Ok, I will
watch it with you. I turned on the TV and VCR and the screen came on.
There was Mr. Man sitting on the couch saying. "QB, this video was made
just for you. I want you to watch it to the end; I think you will love it.
I know I did." Then I saw and felt the malice, envy, and lust in the Bitch,
it was then that I knew I could go all the way. The tape lead off with
Miss QB sitting on the bed describing what she wanted done to Ms.
Freshness. The ugliness of her words and facial expressions came through
with startling clarity. I was watching and feeling what my houseguest was
feeling and magnifying the emotions I wanted her to feel. At first she was
shocked, confused, then outraged we had taped her statements, then a fear
began to set in. I magnified the fear. Then Mr. Man came on and said,
yes you were really in your best behavior that night, in fact I really
think your stepmother would love to have this and some other records of
your extracurricular activities. With the mention of her stepmother, I
felt the fear, and I magnified it strongly. I had refrained from doing any
pushing for the last 45 days saving all of my energy for now. The wine
had made her mind a little weaker and easier to influence, now that intense
fear would be the root of all of her decisions she would make with me. She
had worried about her stepmother learning about what she had done. Mr.
Man's TV Image said, "You are to stay and not leave until the tape is
finished." Then she saw the film, of her being royally screwed, and fucked
by the group. She then realized she was now going to get the treatment.
It was spliced short showing the guys fucking her, cuming in her mouth.
Mr. Man had it specially edited so that it looked like she was really into
the gangbang. It then stopped, and Mr. Man came on the screen. "You have
two choices. You can walk out the door, and this tape along with evidence
of your cheating on exams will go out in the mail." When she heard that she
reached a panic stage. A sex scandal could be hidden but she knew her dad
would disown her if he found out about her cheating." It took very little
pushing to keep her almost on the edge of terror. "Or you can stand up,
take off all of your clothes, now, and stand there in front of the window.
If I see you naked I will know you will do what we want, if not, I am on my
way to the mail box." There was no hesitation, I sent out defeat, and the
need to do anything to keep her secrets. I was injecting thoughts, of " I
will be obedient, do what I have to, to keep it private. I will be a cunt;
anything, I can get through this. I did send positive thoughts giving her
a ray of light that she could get the evidence back. Hopefully she would
get some kind of revenge, appealing to her guile and vanity. She stood in
front of me, almost pulled her clothes off, and in seconds was standing
there in just her white tennis shoes. She did not try to cover herself up.
She stood proud, with her tits straight out standing in a sexy pose. She
was blushing embarrassed, but she loved showing her body. She was
incredible.

I stood and walked her over to the window. Made her turn around,
exposing her body to anyone walking or driving by. There weren't any,
other than Mr. Man who was in the car parked at an angle across the street
with a video camera, zoomed in on the window. I made her turn her back to
the window and then bend over showing her ass and cunt to the world. Her
whole body was blushing with embarrent, and humiliation. I then handed
her a vibrator and told her when she had an orgasm that she could move away
from the window. I then pulled a chair up, and sat down in front of her,
at a slant so that I was not directly in front of the window. She was able
to use the arm of the chair as a support with her left hand, while with her
right hand began rubbing her cunt with the vibrator. From where Mr. Man
was parked he could see most of the action. Most of her face was exposed,
along with the body and ass. I could be seen from the chest down. We were
getting a video of Queen Bitch making herself feel good in all her glory
for the whole world to see. I had handed her the same type of vibrator
that she used in the dorm, and she noting this in her mind, was wondering
how we knew about it along with the cheating. She determined that someone
had access to her room and was making a mental note to get the key lock
changed to her door. I mean she was a smart hard tough bitch. Here she
was bent over nude, masturbating in front of a window in broad daylight,
and just accepted the fact she was destined to be a personal slut for 10
guys and she was thinking about how secure her room. With her head she
would raise it and look into my eyes, I could see that the vibrator was
getting to her. Her nipples were starting to get hard as little erasers. I
reached out with my index finger, made circles around them, making them
stick out more. She was starting to get that flush look around her neck
that women get when they are turning on. I was helping her though. I was
pushing in some lust thoughts, triggering some fantasies she used when she
was jacking off in her room. I then unsnapped my jeans pulled them down
along with my briefs freeing my dick, whose tip was coated with pre cum.
She looked down at it. I could hear her thoughts about the hardness and
size. She saw the precum, and I injected the need for her to taste it She
lowered her head and stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, rolling her
tongue around it, while rubbing her clit with the vibrator. I almost blew
my load. I mean she was so beautiful bent over, and her mind was losing
control, she was getting very turned on. I was responding to both her and
my lust, and my dick felt like it was ten feet tall, and molten steel. It
was then that she totally lost it. She sucked my dick all the way down to
the base, bobbing her head up and down making it wet, drooling all over it,
and then she stood up, and spread her legs and straddled me liked a lap
dancer, grabbing my dick, slamming it, hard into her cunt. She started
riding up and down fucking me like a wild animal. Totally out of control,
forgetting she was fucking me in front of a window. Moving her hot wet
tight cunt up and down, squeezing my hard dick with her sensual pussy,
using her taunt ass rocking backward and forward, up and down, grinding her
pubic bone against mine then moving her hips in small circles. Her pussy
started an uncontrollable contracting, squeezing my cock like a silken
hand, and she came yelling. With the little self control I had left, I
injected thoughts into her psyche about how it felt so good to be exposed,
and made to fuck in public, to be dominated and totally at the mercy of men
who wanted to fuck and control her beautiful lustful body. I tapped into
that area, and kept her orgasms powerful and continuous while I was
flooding her with these thoughts. The point is deep down she did want to
be dominated and controlled, I only brought her submissive nature to the
surface and sealed it with the most powerful orgasms she had ever had in
her young life. Then I finally had no choice but to give in, to the
incredible feeling, and cum in her burning hot cunt. I felt my dick reach
its peak hardness, the head swell and become almost like a steel ball
bearing, and I felt a very powerful spasm deep inside my ass, as I shot a
huge hot load into her totally accepting pussy. She then reveled in that,
feeling my dick swelling and shooting its seed into her burning snatch. I
then released a huge amount of endorphins in her mind, as she felt the
power of my dick releasing itself into her, feeling so feminine, like a
super woman with a super twat. It was at that moment she would making it a
special goal in her life, that any man who wanted her, would find her legs
willingly spread and open so he could cum inside her, to make her pussy a
dick's best friend. I can say this now; that this was one of the 10 best
fucks I ever had. Even after I finished cuming, I still stayed hard, and
she still kept fucking. We finally moved off the chair and into the
bedroom with the a second set of camera's and I fucked her for hours, and I
came at 3 more times that day. For the week afterwards she kept me very
happy. I popped her ass cherry, and again set it up so she liked it in the
ass, the Queen Bitch was now going to be the Queen Cunt. We each had our
turns, and then we made arrangements for the gangbang of black studs. We
got a group of wellhung black guys to fuck her all night while we taped
it. She did it all, even was French kissing assholes while they were
fucking her in the ass. We set up an evening with her and a group of
Dykes, and she got very good at eating pussy while she was being fucked
with big black dildos. But I wasn't finished. Mr. Man relished in the
debasement of Queen Bitch, and I decided that since they had ruined other
nice peoples lives they deserved each other. When hotshot was watching the
bitch being fucked, I began placing thoughts about how he would like to
possess her, own her. By the end of the semester he was in love, at least
mainly in lust for her. He had to have her. For her, I set it up, that
she was so happy he had released her sensuality, and she needed him to
possess her. But she would not be able to climax without fucking someone
in front of him. Also the only way Mr. Man would get hard was watching
the lust of his life fucking other men with bigger dicks. I started this
one Saturday Afternoon when we had the bitch naked on her knees giving us
head while we watched a football game. Every time the ball changed
possession, she would change guys. We had a guy in our group who had a
really big dick; his nickname was bull. His dick was ten plus inches and
looked like a thick hose. While she was nude, on her knees that wonderful
ass exposed, I tapped into Mr. Man's mind. As he was watching her sucking
bull's dick, I released waves of erotic feelings into him, so that he began
to love watching her suck on such large cocks, naked, humiliated, having to
service a group of guys. His dick was OK about 66/1/2 inches, much
smaller than Bull's as well as most of the other guys in the room. But he
could not help but stroke himself while watching her. Bull was close to
cuming, you could tell, QB was doing him like a pro, she was getting off
sucking Bull, knowing Mr. Man was watching her. Mr. Man lost control, he
walked over behind QB got down on his knees, and slammed his hard dick in
her wet aroused cunt and started fucking her wildly. All three of them had
a climax at the same time. QB's mouth was filled with cum flowing out of
Bulls giant softball size balls that was shooting like a giant water
pistol. After she got up went to the bathroom cleaned up and finished the
rest of us off, including Mr. Man again who got hard again watching. When
he came again she had two fingers up his ass, and that is when I started
his asshole fetish. I made sure I was at the black gangbang; to plant more
seeds and made sure things did not get violent. Again, Mr. Man would get
incredibly hard when she was sucking and fucking guys with bigger dicks
than him. He would take off his pants sport one of the strongest erections
he could remember. He would start jacking off in front of the guys, and
then there was a comment about his little puny dick, I would flood his
mind, and he would start cuming, shooting his wad all over his hands.

Overtime if he tried to fuck her cunt long term it would go soft. The
only time he could cum in her was that if he had a rubber dick in his ass.
Also if he tried to fuck any cunt it would go soft. There were only two
ways he could get off, one was jacking off in a room with people who had
bigger dicks, while Queen Bitch made fun of his size, and taunted how his
dick would go soft if he tried to fuck a woman. The other was if he was
being fucked in the ass with a rubber dildo. With my influence I set them
up so that when he was dominant, she would have to fuck guys with big
dicks, and pull trains. Doing this would embarrass her, and humiliate her
knowing that her old man would jack off watching her debasement. After
that he would become ashamed, and then she would be dominant, and humiliate
him. This left the door open for him to get hard and cum, the one other
way, and that was to have some other woman fuck him in the ass with a dido,
and be their boy toy for the night. The only way he could stay hard, and
fuck QB was to be drilled in the ass by another bitch with a big rubber
dick. QB would make him talk about how good it felt to have a dick in his
ass, and what a small dick he had, and how he like to see her fucking guys
with bigger dicks. He would then cum inside her. They alternated, in
their sex life; he would dominate and have her gang fucked. Then she would
dominate and have his ass raped by her dike lovers. Later after they left
the campus, and got married, I got a tape of Mr. Man with a group of
female biker dykes fucking Mr. Man's ass, while his dick stuck out
straight and hard, and when they made fun of how small it was, he shot his
load without even touching it. Any way that was the first time I really
used my ability to influence people to change their behavior. When bitch
and stud left campus, I took over the group, and when the rest graduated we
disbanded. I inherited the house, and the films. The money made from the
debasement of the girls was quite impressive. It helped sit me up in the
realestate business. Since the rest of the guys were older, they
graduated, left campus before I did; I slowly had them forget what they had
done. Even though they made the films, they all used fake tattoos that
they could show that is was not them. They had edited the films showing as
little of their faces as possible, focusing mainly on the women. The
videos of me never made it to the public; I kept them though. Even today I
will indulge myself with that incredible QB fuck. There is nothing like
having just a few drinks on a cold winters night, turn on the tape, sit
down, and have a truly gorgeous orally talented woman give me head while I
watch myself being fucked by one of the mostbeautiful women I have ever
met. Why didn't I keep her? She was ugly on the inside, her mind would
have constantly radiated those ugly thoughts, and it would have been like
living in a mansion that smelled like rotting food. Beside there are so
many beautiful mean bitches in need of attitude adjustments, so little
time, and so much behavior correcting to do.

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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
clates, 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
clates 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 clates."

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 stepfather 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 prepubescent 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 selfconscious 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 Tshirt 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

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