Re-educating Sandra
(M+/f+, nc, teen, ped, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"Who do you people think you are, bringing me here against my will?" Sandra Michelle Hickerson hissed. The fourteen-year old blond was as angry as she was pretty. She leaned forward, her hands on the edge of the big desk behind which the stranger sat. "How dare you drag me in here. Wherever here is, I demand an explanation!"

"All in good time, Miss Hickerson. All in good time," the man said returning her rage with a calm voice and deliberate gaze.

"All in good time, my ass," Sandra shrieked, surprising even herself with her unladylike language and the intensity of her anger. "I want to know this instant, or I'm going to pick up that phone and call the police."

Mike Knox continued to stare up at the irate girl opposite his desk. He'd sat listening to identical caveats on countless other occasions, so this incident was nothing new to him, and not the least bit unexpected. Knox struggled to resist smiling at the lovely girl as she continued to spit curses and threats. She was indeed attractive, albeit slightly old for his program. He liked to think of Sandra Hickerson as a challenge.

The freshman coed had been abducted from her dormitory room by the YREF staff at the request of her current boyfriend. The young man had heard about The Facility from the father of a good friend. Sandra was, by her boyfriend's account, in the habit of withholding sexual favors in order to gain control over their relationship. He'd complained to his friend, who'd in turn confided in him about his father's developing relationship with his younger sister. After his initial reaction of surprise at his friend's tale of incest, Sandra's suitor had listened with growing interest about The Facility and its unique services. So it was that he'd arranged to have Sandra admitted to YREF. He had expressed his desire that Sandra be tempered a bit, claiming that although he loved her, he could not abide her conceited and haughty attitude any longer, furthermore, he suspected that Sandra was cheating on him.

Mike Knox sat appraising his latest inductee, beginning to wonder if perhaps he'd made a mistake in admitting a girl Sandra's age. Usually The Facility dealt with young ladies in their early teenage years and younger. Girls in these age groups had proven to be more malleable. The Facility was quite proud of its 100% success rate. The outraged girl who currently leaned half way across his desk, glaring at him with venom in her blue eyes could present problems. He would have to be very particular with Sandra's conditioning program and appoint just the right individual to help her to adjust to her new life as a Guest at The Facility. Then another thought occurred to Knox.

For months now the Facility's Research Department had been involved in the development of a new designer drug. The reports that Knox had read recently described the drug as a breakthrough in the area of female mood enhancing compounds. Since the dawn of recorded history mankind has sought after a drug that would help to speed up the process of seduction of the female of the species.

Among those that have emerged lately have been the very popular "date rape" drugs such as Kletarin (kletarizine), street-named "roofies," "roachies," "rophies," "ruffies," "roofenol," "roche," "La Rocha," "rope," and "the forget pill." (Kletarin is manufactured by the pharmaceutical company F. Hoffmann-La Roche). Kletarin like all of the date rape drugs tends to render the subject unconscious as well as inducing a state of amnesia. It is the ideal solution for those who wish to enjoy sex with an unconscious female.

The Facility's chemists, on the other hand, have been immersed in the development of a drug that will help to induce a state of willingness and cooperation in the mind of the fully conscious subject. Tests had been performed using various derivatives of the drug Viagra, but test subjects tended to become aggressive; a bit too willing, so to speak. The single biggest challenge facing the researchers was to design a compound that would render the subject somewhat more cooperative, but not to the point of becoming controlling or predatory, a distinctly distasteful attribute in a female.

Consistent with the Facility's untarnished record of success, the dedicated staff of men and women in the Research Department have just recently approved the drug, Thelazine for testing in the general population. Thelazine, is not an aphrodisiac in the sense that it does not affect the emotional or mental state of the subject. Research decided that in order to ensure that subjects would be cooperative, as well as submissive, that their new compound should affect the subject's sensory nervous system. Thelazine, therefore influences a young lady's sense of touch, specifically in areas of her anatomy which pertain to sex and reproduction. Using processes of inductive stimuli far to involved to be fully explained in this writing, Thelazine precipitates delicate augmentations to the nerve fibers in what are commonly known as the erogenous zones. These enhancements are virtually undetectable to the female subject unless and until these areas of her anatomy are in turn stimulated by outside influences. At that time, Thelazine gently encourages the subject to "listen to" the natural messages her body sends her. Cooperation is therefore achieved through totally instinctive processes inherent in every female. The truly marvelous property of Thelazine is that its effects are so subtle, that in the end, the subject believes she is cooperating by choice.

After taking a deep breath, Mike Knox leaned back in his leather chair and clasped his hands beneath his chin, in thought. He did not look at Sandra, but sensed the young blond glaring down at him. Several minutes passed while he stared at his desk top pondering the situation. Then with no outward signs, Knox made his decision. Looking up at Sandra Hickerson, Mike Knox, Headmaster of The Youth Re-education Facility, Inc., said calmly, "Please be seated, Miss Hickerson, and I shall endeavor to answer your questions." When the attractive girl refused his offer, Knox said with a sigh, "As you will, then." He leaned forward and tapped a switch on the inter-office intercom.

"Yes, sir?" A female voice responded instantly.

"Send Mick in, and have him fetch two assistants, please." He leaned back in his seat. He looked up at Sandra, a neutral expression on his handsome, middle-age face.

"Yes, sir," the voice on the intercom replied.

The seconds ticked by. "Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable seated, Miss Hickerson?" Knox asked politely.

"I prefer to stand. If you don't mind." Sandra replied tartly. "And how do you know my name?"

Knox held up a hand saying in a slightly more exasperated tone, "A moment, please, Miss Hickerson. In a very short time, everything will be made abundantly clear to you." Then as the door to his office opened, Mike Knox nodded saying, "Ah, here we are." Sandra turned in the direction of his nod to see a man dressed in white coveralls walk in. He was nondescript in appearance of medium build with brown hair and dark eyes. Little did Sandra realize at the time that this man would become a pivotal character in her life. "Miss Hickerson, I would like for you to meet Mick," Mike Knox said by way of introduction. "Mick, this is Miss Sandra Hickerson."

While the introductions were being made, two other, much larger men entered. Sandra glanced from one hard expression to the next then looked toward Knox, puzzlement clearly painted on her pretty face.

In response, Knox said, "Please be seated, Miss Hickerson." This time however, it was not a request. When Sandra chose to remain standing out of shear defiance, Knox looked at the two silent attendants who stood beside the door and nodded. To Sandra's astonishment, the two quickly moved forward, seized her by her shoulders and sat her down in the chair, and none to gently. When she tried to rise, she was shoved down again.

"What the!!!" Sandra sputtered. "Let go of me you gorillas!" she barked, shooting a fiery look in Knox's direction.

Without the slightest hint of emotion, Knox leaned back in his chair. Then while the two burly attendants held Sandra in her seat Mike Knox considered her with a cold, appraising stare. Sandra struggled briefly, but quickly realized that such efforts were futile. Eventually, she sat still, staring icily back at the man behind the big desk.

Silence reigned. Then very quietly Mike Knox began, "Miss Hickerson, first I want to formally welcome you to The Youth Re-education Facility."

"The youth, what?" Sandra asked in bewilderment.

"Silence!" Knox shouted jumping to his feet. Sandra shrank back from his wrath. "Miss Hickerson, the first rule at The Facility is that Guests are to speak only when spoken to. This is a non-negotiable standard. Don't make me repeat myself, Miss Hickerson. From this moment on, you will learn to obey orders."

Sandra's mouth opened and closed as she sat in astonished shock, staring at the man standing behind the desk. She felt the large hands of the two attendants on her shoulders. She felt alone and vulnerable, but only for a passing instant. Sandra wasn't about to let this stranger dictate to her. She struggled to sit forward in her seat, and was forced back with little to no effort by the attendants. She glared up at one of the two men briefly then shifted her sights back to Mike Knox. Bristling, Sandra spat, "I don't know who you are or what this... this re-education facility of yours is all about, but I'm warning you. If you don't tell your pet apes here to let go of me right now, you're going to be very sorry."

Silence reigned again. Somehow Sandra's threats had come out a lot more hollow sounding than she'd hoped.

Mike Knox stared at the young blond seated before him, giving her no indication of what was about to befall her. This was the part he enjoyed, and of the innumerable preliminary interviews he'd administered during his time with The Facility, he felt that this one would be one of the most rewarding. The arrogant blond sat in the grasp of his staff members, her small breasts heaving behind her sleeveless linen top , her clear, blue eyes sparkling and defiant. He smiled at Sandra then turned to the one named Mick and said, "You may begin."

From where he had been standing near the office door, Mick stepped to the side of Sandra's chair. Acknowledging his superior's request with a curt nod, Mick then turned to his two large associates and said quietly, "Let's get her up and have a look at her."

Sandra looked up at the man questioningly an instant before being forcibly pulled to her feet. Knox returned to his seat as the man named Mick stepped between Sandra and the desk. Then after a nod from Mick, the two burly men each grabbed one of Sandra's arms in their bear-like grasps. With a totally neutral expression on his face, Mick produced a pair of EMT shears from a small belt scabbard then stepped up toe to toe with Sandra. So close was he, that she could smell the tobacco on his breath. He stared directly into Sandra's eyes, then without warning reached up and snipped first one shoulder strap then the other, allowing the remains of her blouse to fall, exposing the astonished young girl's satin brazier.

Sandra stared down at the shears then up into the man's cold eyes, horror spreading over her face, but before she could utter a sound the man slipped the shears between her breasts and cut her bra and what remained of her sleeveless blouse, causing the cups of the small satin support garment to snap to the side and the ruined blouse to fall to the floor behind her. The result was quite pleasing to the eye as Sandra's firm, but not overly large breasts jiggled invitingly, suddenly set free in the cool room air. In a period of perhaps thirty seconds, Sandra Hickerson found herself stripped to the waist by the silent and efficient man.

Then as her eyes grew wide, a shriek leapt from Sandra's mouth as she struggled desperately to free herself. Her cry fell on deaf ears and sound proof walls, however, as much to her dismay, Mick smiled, then while he continued to stare straight into her fearful eyes, he slid the shears under the waistband of her designer blue jeans. Sandra felt cold steel against her belly as Mick cut through belt, jeans, panties and all. Replacing the shears into their scabbard, Mick then grabbed Sandra's severed clothing and drug the remnants down her legs to her feet. In just that short of a period of time, Sandra found herself shucked like an ear of corn. One of the attendants then placed one of his feet between Sandra's ankles, stepping on the material of her wrecked pants and effectively immobilizing her feet. Without a sound then, Mick stood and looked toward his superior.

Mike Knox sat gazing at the naked and astonished girl held firmly in the grasps of his two large associates. Sandra certainly was an attractive young lady. Her milky white and shapely breasts glowed and her small nipples stood erect in the cool room air. In contrast the marvelously smooth skin of Sandra's body was tanned to a honey golden hue with exception of her genital area. Two thin white bands of skin atop each thigh indicative of thong style swim wear met at a triangle of golden curls.

Sandra was simply too shocked to speak for what seemed an eternity. She was about to explode into a tirade of obscenities when without warning, she felt a hand on her right buttock. Then someone touched her with a finger on her... then... "Oh God!!" Sandra groaned.

Unnoticed, by the stunned girl, Mick knelt beside and behind Sandra. Then with practiced ease, he spread the cheeks of her firm round bottom and slipped his moistened middle finger into her rectum. Being completely unprepared for such an assault, Sandra failed to resist in time, and as a result, Mick's long, middle finger traveled unopposed deep inside her.

"Oh, Jesus! Owww! Nnn!!" Sandra squealed. "Get your finger out of me you... Are you people crazy!" She struggled hard but was unable to break the hold of the two silent attendants. Meanwhile, the one named Mick began to probe the tender tissues of her rectum with his finger. Sandra thrashed her hips about in an effort to evade his attentions, but unbeknownst to the girl at this point in time, she was dealing with an experienced professional. Mick followed Sandra's every move as he calmly went about exploring her interior. "Ugghh, God!" Sandra cried when Mick started to slowly twist his finger inside of her. Outrage and humiliation surged through Sandra as she was forced against her will to endure being handled in such a demeaning manner by total strangers.

Seated behind his desk, Mike Knox looked on with an impassive expression. Even though he was thoroughly enjoying watching his top Handler administer to the haughty young blond, he would never let his emotions show. This was serious business. Sandra was at this very moment receiving her first lesson in submission and obedience.

It had long been a belief of Knox's that the fastest way to a girl's heart is through her back door. For this reason, all new inductees at The Facility are entered anally by their primary Handler as soon as possible, and wherever possible in public. Later today, Mick would no doubt see to it that Sandra was fitted with her C.A.P. Device, but for now the girl would have to settle for her Handler's finger. For the remainder of her stay at The Youth Re-education Facility, Sandra Hickerson would never find herself without something filling her anal passage. This policy was known as Continuous Anal Presence or simply C.A.P. for short. The incredible margin of success at re-education young women at The Facility is largely attributable directly to the C.A.P. Program.

Sandra's struggles slowly began to lessen as she started to realize the futility of resistance. At last Sandra was able to raise her eyes to meet Knox's. This was extremely difficult for her because the man named Mick insisted on slowly moving his finger in and out of her.

Mike Knox cleared his throat. Immediately the man's finger stopped moving but remained inside of Sandra. "Can I assume that I now have your undivided attention, Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra squared her shoulders and glared back at Knox in silence in spite of her utterly undignified situation.

Knox nodded toward Mick.

"Owww!" Sandra cried out when the man hooked his finger inside of her, digging his finger nail into her sensitive internal tissues.

"I expect an answer, Miss Hickerson," Knox said, waiting patiently. Mick began to move his finger in and out of Sandra again. "I'm waiting, Miss Hickerson!"

"What?" Sandra snapped. She squirmed uncomfortably, but the two huge goons held her fast while the horrible Mick moved his finger. "Uhh, God! His finger," Sandra groaned silently.

Knox waited for what seemed an eternity then said, "I asked you if you are ready to give me your undivided attention, Miss Hickerson. It's simple question requiring only a simple ‘yes' or ‘no' answer."

"God, this was unreal!" Sandra's mind wailed. "How did I get into this terrible place? Ugghh," she gasped softly when Mick probed her especially deeply. Then with tremendous difficulty, Sandra again raised her eyes to meet those of her tormentor. She nodded her consent. "Ahh!" Sandra groaned. Mick had found a new tender spot. He seemed to know his way around inside the female anatomy very well.

"I'm sorry," Knox said straight faced. "I didn't hear you, Miss Hickerson." He stared into Sandra's blue eyes with a steely gaze.

"God! Make him stop!" Sandra thought in silent agony. Then finally she conceded. "OK!" she huffed. Knox merely raised his eyebrows questioningly. The finger twisted and poked. With a look of utter dismay, Sandra cried, "Yes... yes... I'll listen to you. Now please, make him stop," she pleaded at last.

Knox was in no hurry. He watched the young blond squirm for a minute or two before giving an almost imperceptible nod to Mick. Sandra slumped between the two burly attendants when Mick's finger ceased its explorations for the moment.

As Sandra regained her feet, Mike Knox began, "Miss Hickerson it is painfully evident to me that you are the type of girl who believes that the world revolves around herself." Sandra did her best to recover her composure, but with the man named Mick's finger still buried in her rectum, his palm flat against the firm cheeks of her ass, the situation was awkward at best for the young blond. Knox smiled benignly at her obvious discomfort. Continuing with his speech as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring, Knox said, "You will find your head strong, self-centered attitude to be quite counter productive during your stay with us. I suggest that you take steps to become more cooperative."

"But..." Sandra began to object.

Knox quickly held up his hand and slowly shook his head, indicating that Sandra should remain silent.

"You were sent to us, Miss Hickerson by someone very close to you. Someone who no longer wishes to tolerate your attitude of self-righteous, arrogance. At The Facility, we believe that this is hardly the proper attitude for a young lady to maintain." He paused to let Sandra digest what he'd said thus far. While he watched, he saw the stunned disbelief spread across her features. She shifted her hips. Mick's hand followed. Before Sandra could interrupt, Knox went on, "You may plan on remaining with us for an undetermined period of time until such a time as your Handler approves your dismissal. You have met your Handler, I believe, Miss Hickerson." Knox nodded in Mick's direction. Sandra glanced down in humiliation at the man kneeling beside her. He returned her gaze with an even stare then wiggled his finger once. Sandra winced, shutting her eyes in shame. "We refer to Mick as your Principal. You may think of him as your spiritual guide during your re-education. You and Mick, Miss Hickerson, will become very close indeed."

Sandra stared at the floor, utterly humiliated.

"Mick will familiarize you with our rules and get you started on a daily program. Make no mistake, Miss Hickerson. You are going to be a busy girl." He paused then said, "Mick."

"Ohhh!" Sandra gasped as Mick again demonstrated his prowess for manual exploration.

"Another cardinal rule here, Miss Hickerson is that a Guest shall always look either at her Handler or at the staff member addressing her when she is spoken to or handled. In this instance, I expect for you to look me directly in the eye when I speak to you," he commanded.

Gradually Sandra raised her eyes to his. The look she gave Knox could have melted pig iron. Returning her obvious hatred with a condescending smile, Knox said, "That's much better, Miss Hickerson. I think there might be hope for you yet given the proper instruction. Speaking of instruction, it's high time we got on with your re-education program. I don't expect I'll see you again for a few weeks, and when I do, I hope to see a new Sandra Hickerson." Sandra opened her mouth to speak and promptly received a jab from her Handler's finger in a particularly tender spot. Ignoring her outbreak this one last time, Mike Knox continued, "Mick will answer any questions you may have and get you settled into our little family. I hope at the very least, that your stay with us will be an enlightening experience for you. Good day, Miss Hickerson," Knox then said by way of dismissal.

Mike Knox took no further notice of Sandra, but rather began to shuffle through some of the veritable mountain of paper work that cluttered the top of his desk. Sandra couldn't believe her ears. She stood in shock for a moment staring at the top of Mike Knox's head as he leaned over his work. A myriad of outraged questions jostled each other, seeking position at the forefront of her thoughts.

"How did I get here, and how can I get away?" seemed to be the winners. Sandra remembered going back to her dorm room after Sociology. She'd let herself in the door, and then everything was a blank. "They must have drugged me," she thought to herself. "But now what?" she wondered feeling the icy fingers of hopelessness close around her heart.

Sandra's thoughts were soon interrupted when Mick said, from beside her, "Please step out of your clothing, Miss Hickerson. You won't be needing them again for a good while." He held Sandra firmly by her right hip while maintaining his presence in her rectal passage. Sandra glanced down at him with a blank expression. "Your pants, Miss Hickerson," Mick repeated.

"Alright," Sandra snapped after a moment. "I heard you the first time, and when are you going to get your finger out of my ass, you pervert?" The adrenalin rush made Sandra feel strong and confident again. The feeling did not last long.

Mick glared up at Sandra for several minutes, his dark eyes conveying in no uncertain terms his displeasure. "Very well, then, Miss Hickerson," he said at last. "We'll do it the hard way. Gentlemen..." Before Sandra could think to resist, she was swept off her feet by the two large attendants. One stepped in front of her then turned her to face the other, who bent down and hoisted the young blond onto his shoulder like a sack. Mick adroitly followed her every move with his hand. As the trio marched from Mike Knox's office, Mick's middle finger was still firmly sheathed in Sandra's anal passage. Her initial interview at The Youth Re-education Facility was complete.

Once outside the Headmaster's office, Sandra was set on her feet, then with her entourage in close attendance, she was marched down a long hallway. Her questions of where she was being taken and others were summarily ignored by the two large attendants as well as her Primary. At last they arrived in front of a door marked "Fitting Room." Upon entering, Sandra was quickly ushered to an odd looking chair in the facility of the white tiled room.

The fiberglass, anatomically shaped seat stood at about the same height as a barber's chair and had controls that would allow it to be raised or lowered to any height. The seat back could also be raised or lowered allowing the person seated in the chair to be sat up straight or leaned back into a recumbent position. The real distinguishing feature of the chair was the seat itself. The seat bottom was split into two sections such that the occupant's thighs would be cradled and supported while leaving her buttocks unconstrained and accessible. Attached to the seat were two six inch wide fiberglass leg extensions which ended in stainless steel stirrups. The lower extremity extensions were articulated such that they could be adjusted in virtually any direction, side to side or up and down. On the sides of the chair were arm rests. These rests, like the leg extensions, were adjustable. Also, like the leg rests, they were equipped with nylon restraint straps which fastened with velcro closures. Just above the top of the seat back a padded restraint band was attached to a head rest at neck level. In the odd chair, fondly referred to by The Facility staff as the "Cooperation Seat," a person could be restrained by the throat, arms and legs, rendering them totally immobile and helpless.

Not liking the looks of the chair in the slightest, but unable to overpower her burly Handlers, Sandra found herself secured to the device in a matter of minutes. Through the entire restraint process, Mick somehow managed to keep his finger inside the young blond beauty, and now stood, with his hand between Sandra's distended thighs, gazing down at her. Mick moved his finger slowly in and out of Sandra, watching her closely. Sandra winced and groaned softly, but otherwise remained silent, waiting.

Having fulfilled their duties, the two large attendants exited the room, leaving Sandra alone with her Principal. Sandra looked around the room, the level of her dread creeping higher as she recognized several instruments of a gynecological nature in the glass fronted cases and cabinets which lined the walls. Other devices, she could not identify and anxiously prayed she would never have to.

After what seemed like an endless period of time, Mick extracted his finger from Sandra's rectum without a word. The young blond breathed a slow sigh of relief as this was the first time in almost an hour that she'd been without a foreign object inside of her. As Sandra would soon come to find out, it would be one of the last.

Mick stepped between, Sandra's parted legs. Then, placing his hands on her knees he stared her directly in the eyes, saying, "We will begin your Induction Examination now, Miss Hickerson. I expect you to remain silent during the entire procedure, unless you are asked a direct question." Sandra started to struggle against the restraining straps.

"You let me go, you... you monster!" she shouted, her words reverberating hollowly against the tiled walls. When Mick returned her outburst with nothing more than a condescending smirk, Sandra spat at him. It was a dandy shot too. The glob of spittle struck the man on his right cheek where it clung, glistening under the bright flourescent lights. Sandra glared triumphantly at her tormentor, but only for an instant. Quickly her haughty expression turned to one of shock mixed with dismay, when the man wiped the globule of spit from his cheek then in a completely nonchalant manner, transferred it to Sandra's right nipple and areola. There he swirled two fingers over the tender pink flesh before grasping Sandra's nipple and pinching brutally. The unexpected assault had the desired result, causing Sandra to shriek. Her body writhed as the man continued to apply twisting pressure to the sensitive organ. When at last he released her, Sandra lay panting in the "Cooperation Seat" staring up her Principal with fear and loathing plainly etched on her lovely features.

With no acknowledgment what-so-ever of his recent attack upon her person, Mick continued, "As I was saying, Miss Hickerson. We are going to proceed with the examination now." Then returning his hand to Sandra's tender breast, he squeezed the shapely organ gently. Sandra tensed herself, preparing for the worst, but instead, the man only rubbed her. Then looking her directly in the eyes, he said, "I trust there will be no further outbursts on your part, Miss Hickerson," he gradually increased the pressure on Sandra's breast. As Sandra's face began to register the slowly escalating aching pain, Mick asked in a sterner tone of voice, "Miss Hickerson?"

Sandra groaned. Leaning her head back against the head rest, she shut her eyes and tried to ignore the bands of pain spreading through her gut. At last she could endure the growing agony no longer. Opening her eyes she stared defiantly at the man standing between her legs and hissed, "Alright, you bastard. Alright!"

That seemed to satisfy the man named Mick, because he immediately released his hold on Sandra's breast, his finger prints glowing an angry red in her tender white flesh for several minutes afterward.

"It wasn't the response that he was looking for, exactly, but it would do for now," Mick thought, returning his hand to Sandra's raised knee. He knew that in a few short weeks, the head strong young lady's attitude would undergo a radical change. "They almost all started off this way," he mused. If the truth be known, Mick rather enjoyed their empty threats and hollow demonstrations of resistance. He smiled down at the angry girl. "Very well then," he continued. "In addition, I expect you to always maintain eye contact with me while I examine you. I believe that The Headmaster mentioned that this is one of our non-negotiable standards here at The Facility. You are expected to obey this and all rules during your stay with us, Miss Hickerson. Do I make myself clear?" Mick leaned forward, resting his elbows casually on Sandra's knees which lay bound in the restraining cradles of the Cooperation Seat. When Sandra only glared at him in reply, Mick went on. "I'll take that as a ‘Yes," then. OK, we'll proceed. This examination will be very thorough, Miss Hickerson and therefore rather time consuming." He paused. "Let's get started then shall we. I want you to answer a few questions for me, please, Miss Hickerson." He pushed himself back then stepped from between her legs. Sandra stared at him suspiciously.

Picking up a clipboard from a side table, Mick began the interview portion of the exam. "Are you experiencing any health problems at this time?" He peered over the clipboard at Sandra. Sandra shook her head. "Good. Are you taking any medications or recreational drugs?" Again a negative shake of her head. A look of indignation crossed her face as a result of the reference to recreational drug use. Sandra was a wholesome girl who prided herself on her self control and of the company she kept. "Very good, Miss Hickerson. Your cooperation is appreciated." He scribbled several notes on his pad.

In spite of her circumstances, Sandra actually began to relax a little simply from the professional manner in which Mick conducted the interview. Then came the first slightly "awkward" question.

"Are you taking any type of birth control medication, Miss Hickerson, or do you use a contraceptive device. If so which?" Mick's expression was inquisitive as he glanced up at the blushing girl. Before Sandra could answer, he said in an entirely conversational tone of voice, "I assume that you are sexually active, Miss Hickerson. Am I right?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I... I..." Sandra spluttered, caught completely off guard by the very personal question. Mick waited patiently for her to regain her composure. Then with as defiant a look as possible Sandra stared into the man's eyes and said, "I don't think that is any of your business!"

Silence...

Mick, keeping his eyes locked onto Sandra's, clipped his pencil beneath the clamp on the clipboard. Then without giving her the slightest indication of what he was about to do, he reached his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. Smiling inwardly as the haughty blond's eyes went round and wide, Mick slid his finger into the only slightly moist valley between her resilient vulva. Sandra groaned almost inaudibly and closed her eyes when his finger touched her intimate flesh. After only a brief search Mick found the girl's vaginal portal and entered her as effortlessly and nonchalantly as if he had been Sandra's long time friend and partner.

"Oh... Jeeeesss..!" Sandra gasped as the man's long middle finger forced aside her tender tissues.

Even though she was virtually dry, Mick managed to gain full penetration of the young blond in just a few seconds.

Sandra banged her head back against the head rest with a strangled cry as the horrible man began to probe and explore. Straining helplessly against the leg restraints of the "Cooperation Seat," Sandra was forced to endure several minutes of Mick's manual attentions. She quickly discovered that the man was equally at home in a woman's vagina as he was in her back entrance. When at last he removed his finger from inside of her, Sandra noticed that Mick's finger glistened already with her own silky, natural lubricant. Sandra was mortified.

Without so much a glance in her direction, Mick picked up his clipboard and made a couple of notations. Sandra lay there exposed and vulnerable, her breathing rapid and thready from the trauma of the man's most recent invasive act. Silently Mick lay the clipboard aside then walked over to a side wall unit containing many drawers. From one of them he removed a pneumatic vaccination gun. Next he stepped over to a small refrigerator and took a small glass vial from a tray in its door. Sandra lay helplessly watching as he then threaded the vial onto the top of the stainless steel pistol-like device and moved toward her.

"Snick.." the gun reported against the firm flesh of Sandra's left hip.

"Owww!" she squeaked to Mick's back as he walked back to the cabinet. He then unscrewed the empty vial from the vaccination gun and tossed it into a nearby trash container. Next he attached another vial that he retrieved from the refrigerator and walked back to his subject.

"W...wait. Nnno!" Sandra entreated.

"Snick.."

Mick stepped away to replace the pneumatic device into its proper drawer.

When he returned to the side of the chair, Mick informed Sandra in an unemotional tone. "I have determined that you are or at least have been sexually active, Miss Hickerson, and I have just administered a dose of our special contraceptive." Sandra's mouth fell open in shock. "It's a rather unique drug, Miss Hickerson," Mick went on conversationally. "We find it to be highly effective in preventing unwanted pregnancy, but should we desire to impregnate you, a simple injection of an antidote will instantly counteract the drugs effectiveness rendering you immediately able to conceive." Mick let that information sink into the stunned girl, while he busied himself with setting up his instruments on a tray nearby.

"W..what was in the other one?" Sandra asked nervously.

"A special vitamin compound," Mick lied. "It will help to keep your strength up."

In actuality, Sandra had been given her first injection of Thelazine. It would take several minutes for the drug to take effect.

Turning back to Sandra Mick then said, "I am going to examine you now, Miss Hickerson, and record a few of your personal measurements. You may assist me by answering my questions when asked, or I can, as you have seen, obtain the answers I need by slightly more, shall we say, ‘invasive' means." Sandra returned his stare as evenly as she could, trying to be brave. From the instrument tray, Mick took a chemical cold pack. Then after crushing it, he shook the pack and placed it quickly over Sandra's left nipple, causing her to gasp. "I know it's cold, Miss Hickerson. Please hold very still for a moment while I measure the size of your nipples." While he held the cold pack over Sandra's nipple he reached for a small pair of calipers in the instrument tray. After a minute, he removed the cold pack to reveal to Sandra's dismay, one fully erect pink nipple. Mick then proceeded to measure both the height and diameter of the sensitive nub of flesh while he continued his interrogation.

"With regards to your sexual activity, Miss Hickerson. At what age did you lose your virginity and how many lovers have you entertained since that time?"

Sandra was again stunned by the directness of his questions. So much so that she hardly noticed when he'd completed his measurements of both of her nipples. "I... I.." she began then groaned when Mick grasped both of her firm breasts and began to manipulated them with his strong hands, his fingers searching for and finding the hard substance of her mammary glands beneath the softer fatty breast tissues. After a minute, he apparently found what he was searching for, because Mick again removed his hands from Sandra's breasts and made some more notes on his pad. Sandra was practically in shock. Never before in her life had she been subjected to such indignities. She felt light headed.

"Miss Hickerson. Miss Hickerson," Mick repeated, leaning close to her face. "Please pay attention and answer my questions, or I will be forced to administer a drug that will help to keep you ‘in the now.' Unfortunately it has other less desirable side-effects."

Sandra shook herself back to her dismal reality. "I... I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"A very good sign," Mick noted. "Now, how old were you when you allowed your hymen to be penetrated?" He asked staring directly at Sandra.

Sandra blushed hotly. She was embarrassed by the answer she would surely be forced to give. Taking a deep breath, Sandra spoke very softly, so great was her mortification. "Thirteen," she said.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Hickerson," Mick said. Picking up a rectal thermometer from the metal tray, Mick reached up under Sandra's right thigh and slipped it into her anal passage. "I didn't hear you. Repeat, please." He twisted the thin glass rod in Sandra's ass then left it there.

After a groan due to the most recent invasion of her person, Sandra said with a slight gasp. "Thirteen. I was thirteen, OK!" She expected some sort of derogatory remark, and was surprised when Mick simply made note of this fact on his pad.

"And how many lovers have you had since?" he asked.

"Two," she answered immediately, then paused. "No, three," she corrected herself. She'd forgotten about Mr. Harris, her junior year high school trigonometry teacher, whom she'd bribed for a grade with one afternoon of sex. The entire affair had been repugnant to Sandra, but it was that very occasion that she discovered just how many doors she could open with the right "incentive." Then Sandra caught herself. "What was she doing?" she thought. "Why am I cooperating with this deviant?" Sandra made a silent vow not to answer any more of his questions.

"Three lovers. Thank you, Miss Hickerson," Mick said, jotting on his pad. He reached down and withdrew the thermometer from Sandra. Holding it up to the light, Mick read the tiny scale and noted the reading in his log. "And what sort of sexual experiences have you had, Miss Hickerson?" he asked as he tore open an alcohol wipe and cleaned the thermometer. "Vaginal sex only, or have you experimented with oral or anal sex as well? Have you ever had more than one lover at a time?" Mick rattled off the humiliating questions as if he were asking Sandra what her favorite color was or what kind of car she drove. Sandra steeled herself. Looking away from the man, she obstinately remained silent.

A gasping cry, escaped the young girl's lips unbidden, however, when her Principal unexpectedly inserted the thermometer into Sandra's vagina so deeply that his fingers, holding the end made contact with the petals of her labia. There he left the instrument with only the tiniest bit visible for later retrieval. Sensing Sandra's defiance, Mick warned, "If you do not answer, Miss Hickerson, I can get the information I desire by taking internal tissue samples, but I can assure you, the procedure is far from pleasant."

After a thoughtful period of silence, Sandra decided reluctantly to cooperate. Mick was pleased to see the haughty self-confidence return to his new pupil's face as she looked toward him and proclaimed almost proudly that she'd had oral sex on one occasion. Sandra remembered with disgust the foul taste of Mr. Harris' dick as she'd taken him into her previously virgin mouth. She'd never before or since done that with any man, but Harris had insisted, or he'd refuse to give her the passing grade she needed to graduate.

"No anal? No group experiences?" Mick probed after a moment.

Sandra looked away, angered and embarrassed. "No way she'd let any guy take her ‘back there,'" she thought. Sandra felt a blush rise to her face and neck. She'd considered more than once though what it might be like to be with two men. It was her own private, dirty, little fantasy, but so far she'd not found it advantageous to do so. Sandra shook her head in response to Mick's question.

"She'd answered him again," she reprimanded herself. "Why?"

She was looking away from him and thus Sandra didn't see Mick reach between her legs again. Sandra jumped within the limits of the restraints when Mick once again cupped her pussy. When the girl snapped her head around to glare at him, Mick returned Sandra's angry stare with a patronizing smile as he began to rub her. From time to time, he tugged at her blond pubic curls with his fingers. Sandra looked away, humiliated.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Mick spoke his first command to the young blond. He squeezed her warm, full pussy rhythmically. Sandra shook her head, refusing to cooperate. "Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Mick repeated in a more threatening tone. Searching between Sandra's resilient outer labia, Mick found one of her inner lips. Taking the tender flap of skin between his thumb and index finger, Mick waited for perhaps five seconds. When Sandra failed to do as she was told, Mick pinched her hard using his thumbnail.

Sandra's cry could be heard even outside the "Fitting Room." "You bastard!" she screamed! The intense pain had reignited her fury at being abducted and abused. "Let go of me, you filthy bastard. I'm gonna kill you, so help me God! Ohhh.. Owwww!" she wailed as Mick ignored her threats and continued to apply pressure to her tender feminine flesh.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," he commanded without raising his voice.

Sandra writhed and heaved, thrusting her hips to the limits of the velcro bands in an effort to escape the horrible man's excruciating attentions. "You son of a bitch!" she said at last raising her eyes to his, but the pain didn't stop. "Owww! God, please stop. Please!" Sandra broke down and cried after another thirty seconds of pure agony.

"Disrespect and disobedience will not be tolerated, Miss Hickerson. From this point onward such instances will be dealt with harshly." Sandra's entire body convulsed from the pain as Mick continued to apply pressure to her tender tissues. A small trickle of blood dripped unnoticed to the floor beneath the chair. Tears welled in the young girl's eyes as she tried desperately at last to honor her Principal's command. Mick stared into Sandra's blue eyes for several seconds before at long last, he removed his hand from between her legs.

Sandra slumped back into the form fitting "Cooperation Seat," her breaths coming in ragged shudders. She closed her eyes and fought off a wave of nausea. Suddenly she felt a hand on her pussy again. Expecting the worst, Sandra tensed. Then she remembered. Quickly she opened her eyes and gazed into those of her Handler. For this, Sandra received an nod of approval from Mick who then reached farther down between her legs and extracted the thermometer from her vagina.

After marking her vaginal temperature in his notes, Mick again appalled the drained girl when he said in a conversational tone of voice, "You have an elegant body, Miss Hickerson. After the proper re-education and attitude adjustments you should be able to provide more than adequate service to a lover or lovers."

Sandra lay spellbound. Unable to respond to the man's unthinkable statement. "He acts like I'm some kind of whore," Sandra thought, her outrage smoldering just below the surface.

"But all in due time," Mick then said turning to the instrument tray again. "Right now we need to take a few more measurements." When he turned back, Sandra gasped when she saw what Mick held in his hands. Sandra had seen enough dirty pictures to know what a dildo looked like. The object that her Handler now held looked kind of like what she'd seen in magazines, but different somehow.

The Vaginal Micrometer Probe is a highly specialized instrument designed by The Facility's technical staff. At first glance it appears to be nothing more than an elongated phallus approximately one inch in diameter and fourteen inches long. Smaller sizes are of course available for the very young. Made of white plastic, the length of the shaft is calibrated with black bands in both inches and centimeters. One end of the device tapers to a rounded point, while the other is blunted. On the blunt end can be found the controls. On one side there is a small LCD display next to a round, black button covered with a protective rubber boot.

"No, please don't," Sandra pleaded as Mick stepped between her legs. "I'll do anything you want. Anything," Sandra said, looking Mick in the eye. She tried to put on her most seductive look, but her eye was quickly drawn to the shining device being aimed at her gateway.

"I know you will, Miss Hickerson. I know you will," Mick said with a smile as he carefully slipped the tip of the vaginal micrometer between Sandra's dark, pink inner labia.

"No, please," Sandra moaned when Mick spread her lips with the fingers of his free hand.

"Silence, Miss Hickerson, and do not look away, please," her Handler ordered.

Sandra tried her best to look at Mick's face but could not help but follow his eyes downward as he pressed the tip of the vaginal device against her entrance.

"Oh... Oh no.. Jeesss!" Sandra groaned as smooth plastic device traveled effortlessly into her. Had she had the presence of mind to notice, Sandra might have been surprised at just how well lubricated she was.

That fact certainly hadn't escaped the observant eye of her Handler. Mick had made another mental note to later be transferred to Sandra's permanent file. "Sandra Hickerson appears to self-lubricate adequately, even under duress. The Thelazine appears to be working," he'd later write. Mick felt the strong vaginal contractions against the probe as his young charge tried to resist penetration. When the four inch calibration band disappeared from sight between moist, pink flesh, Mick paused, twisted then withdrew the shaft about two inches. He felt Sandra squeeze, in an attempt to force the foreign object from within her. Placing the palm of his left hand flat down on Sandra's tummy, Mick moved the shining cylinder in and out a couple of inches in four or five relatively rapid strokes. He felt Sandra's abdominal muscles flex in time beneath her soft, warm belly. "Good muscular response," he noted.

"Ohhhhh..." Sandra moaned.

Pausing again, Mick looked the unhappy young girl in the eye and said in no uncertain terms, "Miss Hickerson, I will tolerate no further violations of the rule of silence. Consider this your final warning."

Sandra's blue eyes flashed at his threat. "Fuck you!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"I was hoping this would go easier," Mick said in a disappointed tone. He then pressed the button on the blunt end of the device. A one hundred watt second electrical pulse was delivered to the walls of Sandra's vagina through rows of tiny contacts along the length of the vaginal micrometer.

Sandra grunted in a most unladylike fashion as her back arched upward off the chair back as far as the restraints would allow. Inside, her vaginal muscles contracted in a powerful spasm around the vaginal micrometer. The pulse function was actually intended to be used to measure vaginal diameter and muscle tone as Mick would later demonstrate, but it could also be used for disciplinary purposes. Sandra just found that out. Mick let her body settle back into the cradle of the chair before pressing the button again.

"Huuuhhh," was the only response Sandra could manage. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her shapely hips bucked upward convulsively.

This time, as the teenager's back arched, Mick pushed the micrometer forward. He was impressed by the amount of force he was required to use in order to overpower the pressure of his charge's vaginal grip. With practiced timing, Mick caused the tip of the device to arrive at the very end of Sandra's birth canal just as her hips settled back into the seat.

"Eight and a half inches. Not bad for a first effort," Mick remarked. Then he repeated himself for Sandra's benefit. "Eight and a half inches, Miss Hickerson."

"Wha... what?" Sandra asked in a bewildered voice.

"According to my instrument, you are currently able to accept a penis of approximately eight and one half inches in length into your vagina with no difficulty. That's quite commendable." He smiled at the distressed look on Sandra's face. "Let's see if you can manage any more, shall we" he suggested pleasantly.

Before Sandra could even think to object, she felt the vaginal micrometer withdraw. She was about to breath a sigh of relief that perhaps her ordeal was drawing to a close, when Mick returned the device to its only recently evacuated sheath in one swift motion. Sandra actually saw her tummy bulge outward before she returned her gaze to her Handler's face. She was learning quickly.

Using his left thumb, Mick found the small hood of skin that covered the highly sensitive organ at the very top of Sandra's vaginal valley. Deftly pushing the tiny membrane back, he exposed her clitoris. Mick watched the medley of expressions play across his young charge's face as he began to swirl his thumb over the tiny organ while at the same time he stroked slowly in and out with the vaginal micrometer. For the next several minutes, Sandra endeavored to keep her eyes fixed on those of the man who fucked her with the specialty device. Mick noted her progress along these lines while he monitored penetration by observing the calibrations on the probe. He also paid close attention to the amount of resistance that Sandra exerted with her vaginal muscles. As expected, the young girl was slowly applying less and less resistive pressure to penetration. The purpose of the clitoral stimulation was to cause Sandra's body to betray her conscious mind. As Mick had witnessed time and time again, that is exactly what was happening to the pretty blond at this very moment. Unbeknownst to Sandra her body was actually beginning to welcome each thrust of the hard plastic device. Mick deemed her ready when at last she started to squeeze the micrometer upon egress rather than on ingress. Sandra was fucking back.

In his experience, which was considerable, Mick found that a surprising number of young ladies readily took to sexual stimulation in spite of their efforts to resist. It was particularly pleasurable to witness a female's reactions when she at last recognizes this fact and gives in to her body's urgings. In Sandra Hickerson' case, however, Mick suspected that the enhancement drug was helping a good deal. Even though the information he'd received from R&D stated that Thelazine could take as long as one hour after the initial dose to take effect, Mick couldn't imagine that this head strong blond would allow herself to lose control without some "help."

Another unladylike grunt was followed closely by a soft fart, from young Sandra when Mick suddenly shoved the vaginal micrometer deeply into her, pushing hard against the resistance of what proved to be her cervix. As Sandra's back arched once more in response, Mick noted that the ten inch mark on the shaft of the probe was no longer visible. Then he once again pressed the button on the blunt end. This time, however, as Sandra's hips rose upward, Mick made note of the reading in the small LCD window on the end of the micrometer.

Based upon the difference in vaginal muscle tension at full contraction versus full relaxation, exerted upon the lines of tiny pressure sensors located along the length of the device, the small computer inside the micrometer quickly calculated that at her current level of sexual experience, Sandra Hickerson could safely accept a male organ or other artificial device of approximately ten to ten and a half inches in length and two and a half inches in diameter or fifty-one, point five cubic inches of mass. While holding the probe deeply inside Sandra, Mick touched two small buttons just below the LCD display. This caused the device to scroll backward, displaying several values in pounds per square inch. What these readings represented was the force in PSI exerted by Sandra's vaginal muscles during the period when Mick was performing artificial intercourse on her with the probe. In addition to reading maximum vaginal pressure following the pulse discharge, the instrument also recorded the natural vaginal contractions which occur during female arousal.

Mick frowned at these numbers. Although Sandra appeared capable of handling a sizeable lover, she lacked the muscular discipline that could only come with practice and re-education. Sandra Hickerson would soon receive plenty of re-education and practice in the Facility's Gymnasium in addition to actual "sack time" with no less than two lovers per day.

Satisfied with the data, Mick removed the probe from Sandra's vagina. The teenager groaned. "You will be happy to know, Miss Hickerson, that according to my data, you have the potential to become a capable lover. What you need now is a good deal of instruction coupled with plenty of supervised application."

Having recovered somewhat from her vaginal assessment, Sandra simply glared at Mick. "Great!" she thought. "I'm thrilled."

"Well, let's move on then, shall we," Mick said after a moment. Sandra shot him a look of disbelief. With a chuckle, Mick said, "We have a good bit of exploring still to do, Miss Hickerson. We need to study your other abdominal passage in depth." When Sandra gave him a quizzical look, Mick continued to explain, "We need to investigate your rectal passage, Miss Hickerson."

Sandra swallowed hard. She felt herself flex back there as she remembered the feeling of the man's finger inside of her. It was such an "icky" feeling, and one that no matter how hard she tried, she could not put out of her mind. Just thinking about it, gave Sandra a funny feeling in her tummy. It was for this very reason that the C.A.P. program was so effective in gaining and keeping a girl's attention.

Seeing the distressed look on his pupil's pretty face, Mick felt he'd better get started. There was no time like the present to help Sandra in her first step toward gaining a new outlook on her femininity. Having replaced the vaginal micrometer in the instrument tray, Mick remained standing between Sandra's legs. The young blond jumped when he slipped the tip of his middle finger between her labia. "I apologize, Miss Hickerson," he began as he rubbed his finger slowly up and down between Sandra's pussy lips. Sandra tried to steel herself, knowing that something awful was about to happen. "For the rather unscientific method I must use in order to size you for your CAP device," he continued. "CAP stands for Continuous Anal Presence, Miss Hickerson, as I'm sure the Headmaster pointed out to you." Without so much as altering his tone of voice, Mick slipped his finger, pre-moistened with Sandra's own vaginal fluids, into her rectal passage. He smiled down at her wide and staring eyes as his palm came to rest flat against her buttocks. She squeezed his finger tightly for several seconds. When at last Mick felt the young blond relax her hold on his probing digit, he began to flex his finger in all directions, pulling and stretching.

"Oh God! Oh nnnnnn... Ugghh!" Sandra groaned helplessly as she was thoroughly explored.

"Until a device such as the vaginal micrometer is developed for rectal use, we are forced to determine anal size by tactile means," Mick explained while he continued to search with his finger. This particular procedure had to be the most humiliating for Sandra. She thought she would simply die. Mick went on with his lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening, "Once your CAP device is fitted and inserted, Miss Hickerson, it will become a part of your anatomy. I am the only person authorized to remove it." Sandra grunted when Mick pushed hard against a tender spot. "There," he said after an interminable period of time. "I think a size six will do nicely." He removed his finger.

"Jeeesss.." Sandra huffed.

"Before we attempt a fitting, though, we'll need to clean you out a bit, Miss Hickerson." With growing horror, Sandra watched while Mick set up a standing steel rack from which he suspended a lavage bottle filled with clear liquid. "When was the last time you had an enema, Miss Hickerson?" Sandra looked away in disgust and fright. "Well, you had better get used to them, because you will be receiving several over the next few months," her Handler said with a chuckle as he connected the applicator tubing to the bottom of the suspended bottle. He then placed a large plastic tub on the floor under Sandra's exposed bottom. "Let's see how you do with your first one," Mick said as without delay he inserted the plastic applicator tip into Sandra.

"Ohhhh.." Sandra groaned, closing her eyes once again.

"Open your eyes, please Miss Hickerson and look at me," Mick commanded as he reached up and released the retaining clip on the tubing, allowing the contents of the bottle to flow quickly down the clear tubing and into Sandra Hickerson' bowel. He watched tears begin to form in her clear blue eyes as the internal pressure started to mount. Mick then moved the tip of the applicator in and out slowly causing his pretty young charge to wince noticeably. When the bottle was practically empty, Mick waited for a minute or two then quickly extracted the applicator tip from Sandra's rectum.

"Oh, God, no!" Sandra moaned in utter humiliation as the contents of her bowels emptied noisily into the tub beneath the "Cooperation Seat." After a minute, Mick toweled her off then slipped his finger back into her. He then searched her thoroughly before at last saying, "OK, then. I think you're ready now, my dear."

Sandra bridled at that. "He called me ‘his dear,'" she hissed to herself. "I'll make him pay for this," Sandra vowed. While she sat steaming, Mick had gone to one of the glass cases and returned holding Sandra's first CAP device.

Another specialized design by The Facility, the CAP device is made of a clear acrylic material that allows the wearer to be inspected visually without the need for removal. Shaped like a small bomb, the device has a rounded point for ease of insertion then quicky widens to provide the bearer with a maximum sense of presence. From there the device tapers to a narrow neck which is designed to capture the first anal sphincter, effectively locking the device in place. The neck then widens again to keep the anal opening dilated for easy access.

The size six that Mick held in his hand was a formidable looking device to say the least. A sense of dread fell over Sandra just looking at it. "Is he gonna put that thing into me?" her mind screamed.

As if to answer her mental cry, Mick held up the device for her inspection. "I want you to have a good look at this, Miss Hickerson. This is your CAP device. Soon it will be as much a part of you as your left arm. All of our Guests wear one of these. The CAP device tends to fine tune a Guest's learning potential by centering and focusing her thoughts. It provides a girl with a constant reminder of her commitment to improve.

Sandra stared at the ominous torpedo as it was held just inches from her nose. She then began to shake her head from side to side. Finally she was able to squeak out a few words. "Please, you can't put that inside of me. It'll hurt me."

"Yes, my dear, you're right. It is going to hurt you at first, but you'll be surprised at how quickly you'll adapt. Why in no time you'll be wearing a size eight or even nine."

The size six CAP device that Mick held in front of Sandra was approximately six inches long and one and one quarter inches in diameter its widest part.

"This little jewel will change your life, my dear," Mick said. He loved this part. While Sandra looked on in disgust, he popped the clear acrylic torpedo into his mouth and sucked on it briefly. "No matter where you are or what you're doing during your day, you'll know it's in there." Mick unexpectedly placed the tip of the device to Sandra's mouth. Instinctively she jerked her face away. "Turn back and look at me, young lady," Mick ordered sternly.

"Noo," Sandra whined.

Mick reached between her thighs.

"Uh uh, don't!" Sandra cried near tears as she quickly looked back at her Handler.

"That's better," Mick cooed as he began to rub the smooth tip of the CAP device across Sandra's lips. She shut her eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes!" Mick snapped.

Sandra did as she was told instantly.

"Good," Mick said with a smile. "As I was saying, this little guy is going to change your life, Miss Hickerson. After a few weeks I'll bet I never hear another ugly remark from you." While Sandra did her best to keep her eyes on his face, Mick moved the tip of the CAP device to her left nipple.

"Oh, God!" Sandra moaned again.

Disregarding the pretty blond's cries, Mick slowly slid the tip of the tiny tormentor down the facility of Sandra's chest then over her heaving tummy, finally stopping at the top of her pubic arch. He noticed that the young blond was holding her breath in anticipation. With a smile Mick moved the tip slowly through Sandra's soft, blond curls, over her pubic bone and into the moist valley of pleasure between her thighs. "Sandra Hickerson, I am very happy to be the one to welcome you the ranks of The Youth Re-education Facility," her Handler said. He then pushed the tip ever so slowly into Sandra's vaginal opening.

"Mmm mmm..." she whined while Mick twisted the clear cylinder slowly from side to side. Then once it was coated with silken juice, Mick inducted his latest pupil into The Facility's general population. "Uuuggghhhh!" Sandra grunted when her sphincter snapped into place around the neck of her CAP device.

Mick had as usual, thoroughly enjoyed the expression on the young blond's face as an extremely private area of her female anatomy was invaded by the hard acrylic device.

The pain was so intense that Sandra thought she'd faint. First came the sensation of stretching. It stung like hell. Sandra was certain she'd been torn asunder back there. Then as the man standing smiling down at her from between her legs pushed harder on the plastic plug, a hot, aching sensation spread up her spine and out to the tips of her pelvis. Sandra felt her thigh muscles twitch and tremble uncontrollably as the swollen facility section of her CAP device entered then filled her.

The feeling of fullness and pressure suddenly called up an unbidden memory for Sandra. It was of her most recent and still secret lover, Emilio. She'd met the boy quite by accident and was certain that Nat, her steady boyfriend, had no idea of their clandestine relationship. At first Sandra had felt guilty about cheating on Nat, but quickly decided that what Nat didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Nat was a sweet guy, Sandra thought, but sometimes she felt she needed more excitement. The way the young Latin stared at her, gave Sandra that feeling of power like Nat was never able to do. Emilio was two years her junior and was completely enamored with Sandra. He would do anything she told him in order to gain her favor, and he did it very well. He had the stamina of a stallion and a libido to match. Emilio had another stallion-like characteristic that had taken some getting used to. He was huge. At first Emilio had been very aggressive in his love making, catching Sandra off guard, and causing her to react in a most unseemly manner, but Sandra was soon able to gain control. Now she could have the young man at will. So at least once a week, Sandra was in the habit of stopping by Emilio's apartment on her way home to Nat. At least once a week, Nat was told "she had a headache."

"Huh... huh... huhh," Sandra panted as her anatomy adjusted itself to allow for the foreign object being slowly thrust into her. "Nnnn.." she groaned through clenched teeth, the tendons of her neck standing out like steel trusses.

Then after one final grunt that emanated from deep within, the young blond, Mick said, "There we are, Miss Hickerson. Your CAP device is in place." Sandra sat breathing heavily as she stared him. She sincerely hoped that the hatred she felt for him showed on her face. Indifferent to Sandra's hostile glare, Mick continued to deliver his instructions to his captive pupil, "You will wear this device day and night during your stay with us, and I want to make one thing abundantly clear, Miss Hickerson," he said. As he spoke he pushed in sharply on the end of the impaling device. Sandra's head banged back against the headrest of the seat in response. "I am the only person authorized to remove this device. Do you understand me, Miss Hickerson?" Grasping its ever so slightly exposed end, Mick rotated the CAP device slowly back and forth.

Sandra did her best to maintain relative composure, but as much as she tried to concentrate on the hatred she felt for this vile man and the horrible organization he represented, she was unable to tear her thoughts from the presence in her back side. Try as she might, her defiance seemed to fade as her focus was drawn inexorably to the throbbing fullness imparted to her senses by the appliance inside her. Never in her fourteen years had Sandra felt such rage and humiliation and helplessness. She'd always been the one to call the shots. She'd always been able to get any man to do her bidding.

"Miss Hickerson?" Mick said, snapping Sandra back to the present. "Do you understand me, Miss Hickerson?" he repeated. Sandra shut her eyes when he applied more pressure to the CAP device. "Open your eyes, Miss Hickerson. Look at me and answer. Now!" Mick commanded in a low growl.

Sandra Hickerson opened her blue eyes and looked upon her tormentor. She looked from one of her tightly bound legs to the other, then down at her wrists under the black velcro restraints. Slowly, then, she raised her gaze to his. "Yes," she said then dropped her eyes.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Mick demanded.

After a deep breath Sandra again raised her eyes to his and answered, "Yes. I understand!"

"That's very good," Mick said releasing his hold on the impaling plug. "I expect you to observe the two cardinal rules of The Facility, and those are: (1) Silence at all times, especially while being handled, and (2) direct eye contact shall be maintained with the Handler at all times. Obey these rules and all requests made by your Handlers and you'll get along just fine. Disobey and you will be corrected."

Sandra didn't like the sound of the word "corrected" at all. She had arrived at a crossroad, the very same crossroad that every girl reaches shortly after being fitted. Sandra, like many others decided to cooperate within reason, but she would never stop searching for a way out of this horrid place, and she vowed she would some day have her revenge. This too, unbeknownst the her, was a very common conclusion among Guests of The Facility in their early days of conditioning. Some day, Sandra would look back and remember having these thoughts, but would not for the life of her ever understand how she could have possibly felt so negatively about her new way of life.

Mick could almost hear the girl's thoughts as he went about unfastening the restraints. When the last velcro strap was removed, he tilted the seat forward and lowered Sandra's bare feet to the floor. "Very well, Miss Hickerson, I believe it's time for you to join our family." He then took Sandra by her wrists and pulled her to her feet.

"Oww!" Sandra groaned as her body shifted around her CAP device. She reached behind herself and gingerly touched the rounded end of the impaling object which protruded slightly from between her firm buttocks. When Sandra tried to stand up straight, a dull ache spread slowly up her back and down the backs of her legs. She was forced to reach out to an arm of the Cooperation Seat in order to steady herself. It was terribly demeaning.

Noting her discomfort, Mick said, "You will soon become accustomed to your CAP device, Miss Hickerson. Now kindly follow me." Without waiting for a reply, Mick took Sandra by her right wrist. With a tug, he pulled her away from the support of the chair and led her like a child toward the door. Sandra was forced to waddle painfully along behind. She was mortified. It wasn't until Mick actually opened the door and was in the process of leading her out into the hallway that Sandra suddenly became acutely aware of her nudity.

"W.. Wait. Please," she said pleadingly, pulling back from the open door.

Turning, Mick asked in a slightly exasperated tone of voice, "What is it now, Miss Hickerson?" He stared at her with marked disapproval.

"I... I...," Sandra stammered. "I.. Don't you have a robe or something?" She shivered, then tried to cover herself with her free hand. A couple of young men walked past in the hall behind her Handler. Sandra shrank back into the Fitting Room.

Just then Sandra's Principal did something totally unanticipated. Sandra had expected harsh words, but instead, Mick pulled her forcibly from the Fitting Room out into the open hallway. "Bob, Kevin," he called to the backs of two men who'd just passed by. Sandra tried to turn away but was quickly jerked back to face the two approaching attendants. Mick swatted Sandra's hand aside when she again tried to cover herself. "Gentlemen, I want you to meet Sandra Hickerson." Placing a hand around the back of her neck, Mick pulled the mortified young blond forward. Then, forcing Sandra to step up beside him, Mick dropped one hand to her shoulder and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Sandra thought she would die as the two men looked her up and down, their eyes stopping in all the right places. "Miss Hickerson is a new member of our family. She's just now been fitted with her CAP device." Sandra stood, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as the two men continued to stare at her body appraisingly. She felt Mick's grip tighten slightly on her shoulder as the man named Kevin stepped closer. Sandra's initial instinct was to lower her gaze, but in part remembering her re-education and in part wanting to appear defiant to the end, she forced herself to look directly into the man's eyes as he took a position not more than two feet in front of her.

"She's not a bad looking woman," Kevin said staring into Sandra's eyes. "A little old for the program isn't she?" He glanced quickly at Mick then back.

Sandra gritted her teeth, forcing back the urge to speak. "Too old!" her outraged thoughts screamed. Sandra waited, feeling distinctly naked.

She had no idea what to expect from the man who stood gazing into her eyes. He wasn't bad looking. In another setting, Sandra might have entertained thoughts of turning on the charm in an attempt to "reel him in." As it turned out, though, she quickly found out that no effort on her part was needed.

To Sandra's never ending disgrace, Kevin continued by saying, "She's got a fairly nice body, I suppose." Without warning, the man reached down and cupped her pussy. As Sandra's eyes shot open wide, the man continued to stare into her eyes as he began to squeeze her rhythmically. "How is she on the inside?" he asked of Mick mater-of-factly.

Reflexively, Sandra jerked her hips backward away from the man's exploring hand. When she did, however she found that her Handler had anticipated her move and dropped his hand to the end of her CAP device. As Sandra's butt went backward, Mick pressed sharply against the end of the anal appliance with his finger tips. The net effect was to force Sandra to move herself forward against the other man's hand on her sex. Sandra groaned softly as Mick started to rotate the end of her CAP slowly while Kevin continued his fondling.

"She had acceptable internal measurements," Mick began to explain in a nonchalant tone, "but as expected she will require some exercise."

While Sandra's thoughts raced wildly, the man named Bob stepped up beside his friend and hefted one of her breasts in his rough hand. "Not bad tits. Still pretty firm." He caught Sandra's eye and smiled as he flicked his thumb across her nipple. "Usually they start to sag when they get older." Sandra turned beet red with embarrassment and angered.

"How old is she?" Kevin asked. As he did, he reached his hand father between Sandra's legs forcing them apart slightly. He then pressed his finger tips up against her warm pussy lips in the area over her vaginal portal.

"Eighteen," Mick answered as he pushed against Sandra's CAP device, causing her to raise up on her tiptoes briefly.

"Eighteen!" Kevin exclaimed in surprise. "God, they start to get kinda sloppy at that age, don't they?" He slipped a finger between Sandra's labia.

That was all the headstrong girl could take. She'd never had to endure such indignities in her life. "How dare these bastards handle me like this," her mind cried before she opened her mouth. "Get you finger out of me, you son of a bitch!" Sandra screamed suddenly. At the same time, she jerked her hips violently to the side, momentarily freeing herself from both Kevin's and Mick's attentions. Unfortunately she was surrounded, so there was nowhere for her to run. As the echos of her outburst faded in the empty hallway, Sandra found herself in the hands of three men. "Let me go!" she screamed and began to struggle.

Calmly then Kevin inquired, "Has she been to see Dirk yet, Mick?"

"No, I thought I would introduce her around first. She'll have an appointment with Dirk later, if I can arrange it."

"Well, man," Kevin said. "She's your Guest, but I would recommend some immediate work with her, if she were mine." He took Sandra's chin in one hand and stared at her. "I had one like this a few months ago. They seem to almost enjoy a fight. Do you enjoy a fight sweetheart?"

Sandra spit in his face then jerked her face away.

Kevin didn't say a word. He looked over at Mick and raised his eyebrows. Mick simply nodded. Things happened pretty quickly after that. The man named Bob crouched down and grabbed Sandra around her knees. Mick took hold of her arms above the elbows while Kevin wrapped an arm around her waist. Sandra didn't react until she realized that she was being lowered to the floor. By then it was far too late.

"Wait!" She squawked. "What... what are you doing?" as she felt panic begin to rear its ugly head. "Let me go, please! No don't!" she pleaded as Mick knelt down and pinned her arms above her head. Sandra fought harder, trying desperately to gain her freedom, but the three men easily overpowered her.

From out of nowhere, Bob produced a black rod approximately fourteen inches in length and three quarters of an inch in diameter. With practiced skill, he flipped the device such that it telescoped out to a length of about three feet. Then Bob fished two thin, nylon straps from either end of the strong carbon fiber shaft. While Kevin held her legs, he slipped one strap around each of Sandra's ankles. Sandra instantly realized the purpose of the device when with one quick pull and a twist, Bob extended the shaft once again to a length of four and a half feet. At the same time, the straps around her ankles tightened. In just a few seconds, Sandra found her legs held widely apart by the unyielding tubular device. When Sandra tried to move, Bob placed his foot in the facility of the shaft, pinning her ankles to the floor.

"Come on, you guys, you can't be serious," Sandra began to rationalize when Kevin stood and unzipped his trousers. Sandra's heart leapt to her throat when he silently traded places with Bob who knelt down and without hesitation grabbed her roughly by her pussy. "Noo, please.." Sandra pleaded. She jerked her hips from side to side trying to escape Bob's manual attentions.

Meanwhile Kevin dropped his pants and stood with one foot on the ankle bar. While he gazed down at the struggling blond, he began to stroke his manhood. It was going to be a real pleasure to take the haughty girl right there in the hallway.

Sandra's eyes were naturally draw to Kevin's growing weapon so she didn't notice that a small crowd was gathering. It wasn't until Kevin knelt down between her widely spread thighs that Sandra glanced around in a panic for anything or anyone who might help her. It was then that she first noticed the sea of faces standing around and over her. Directly over her head, Mick knelt, gazing down at her.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," he said flatly.

"No, pleeese," Sandra cried. She stared down in horror as Kevin began to hunt with the head of his penis for her vaginal opening. Sandra felt herself slipping into shock when it suddenly dawned on her that she was about to be publically raped right there on the hall floor.

Mick's face swam back into focus as Sandra felt something hot and smooth press against her. She jerked her hips back and down instinctively trying to escape. "Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Sandra heard her Principal say as if from a great distance. Unconsciously she did as she was told. Gazing upward, Sandra Hickerson' blue eyes went round and staring as first her CAP device jabbed her from below as a result of her reflexive hip movement. Then quickly thereafter, the man named Kevin found his mark and thrust himself deeply into Sandra in one smooth motion.

"Ahhhh...huhhh," Sandra huffed, her belly bulging outward from the surprise intrusion. "Nnnnnuhh," she groaned when the head of Kevin's penis arrived at the very end of her birth canal.

"Look at me, Miss Hickerson," Mick repeated from above as Kevin quickly got down to business. "I expect you to look at me while Kevin fucks you," he said in a conversational tone of voice.

"Raise your knees, please, Miss Richard's," her lover said after a moment.

Sandra's head swam as she drifted in and out of lucidity. Meanwhile Kevin continued to fuck her with ever increasing fervor. The full impact of the fact that she was having forced intercourse in front of a host of strangers escaped Sandra for the moment.

"Raise your knees, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered, repeating her lover's request. "You must adjust your vaginal angle to better accept Kevin's penis. Concentrate, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered from just above her flushed face. As if in a trance, Sandra felt her knees raise up off the floor. At first this gave her a little relief from the pressure of her CAP device against the hard hall floor. Then suddenly Sandra's breath was knocked out of her when Kevin took advantage of her more accessible position and rammed himself deeply into her. "Concentrate, Miss Hickerson. This is not a drill," Mick said. "Try squeezing with your vaginal muscles on the withdrawal and relax on the thrust."

Somewhere in her subconscious, it registered to Sandra that she was being coached during her rape. The entire affair simply defied imagination. Her lover continued to take Sandra with long powerful strokes while from above unknown faces swam in and out of focus. It seemed like hours passed before Kevin's body stiffened and Sandra Hickerson was inseminated for the first time during her stay at The Youth Re-education Facility.

Sandra's mind was blank from shock as she lay accepting the offering of the twitching penis in her depths. Then suddenly he was gone. Sandra tried to move her aching thighs together but was of course prevented from doing so by the ankle bar. In a state of confusion, Sandra looked up at the face of her Principal which again swam into focus above her. She was about to say something, but all that came out was a grunt when unexpectedly another penis wormed its way into her. For the next forty-five minutes, Sandra Hickerson was systematically raped by no less than four enthusiastic volunteers.

During the ordeal, Sandra had come very close to orgasm on more than one occasion. After her second lover had delivered his seed into Sandra, Mick noticed that the young blond's neck and shoulders were becoming noticeably flushed. During her third, Sandra's hips began to move slightly as she instinctively assumed the rhythm of her lover. He looked at his watch. "Forty-eight minutes since the injection of Thelazine," he noted. Using eye contact only, Mick instructed his staff members not to allow the young girl to climax. He wanted Sandra's first sexual experience at The Facility to be thoroughly unsatisfying. In particular since it was being administered as a corrective measure.

Sandra Hickerson whimpered when she felt another load of hot fluid spread through her belly. As the last man's penis slipped from inside of her, Sandra waited for another. Her golden pubic curls were damp and matted with ejaculate. The insides of her thighs were covered with a mixture of perspiration, vaginal fluids and semen. A steady flow of the white sticky substance oozed from Sandra's vaginal opening as her forth and final lover of the morning stood and stepped from between her legs. While she lay in a daze on the hall floor, Bob unbound Sandra's ankles and collapsed his restraint device. As if from a great distance Sandra heard Kevin's voice speaking with Mick.

"I think she'll be satisfactory once she's visited the Gymnasium. Right now her vaginal muscle tone is sadly lacking. I'd like to try her again in a week or two if it fits in with her program. Hopefully there will still be some fight left in her. Lemme know if you need a volunteer to work with her one on one."

Sandra heard her Principal agree. The rest of the audience had already dispersed when the three young men said ‘so long' to each other as if they'd just met for a beer at the local pub. Then in all too short a period of time, Sandra felt someone take hold of her wrists. "Come, along, Miss Hickerson," Mick said as he drug the woozy blond to her feet. Taking Sandra by her shoulders he turned her to face him. "Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Hickerson. Insolence is dealt with quickly and surely here." Sandra looked away. She was totally drained of emotion. "Look at me when I speak to you, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. Placing his fingers beneath her chin, he brought Sandra's gaze back to his. "Make no mistake, you will entertain several lovers during your stay with us. Your continued disobedience will only serve to increase that number as well as other forms of ‘encouragement,'" he said. "Now let's go get you cleaned up."

Taking Sandra by the hand, Mick again led his charge down the long hallway. Sandra's waddling gate was all the more pronounced now following her recent "corrective session." They passed several closed doors bearing brass plates marked, "Laboratory," "Defloration," and "Free Encounter." From behind one, Sandra thought she heard a cry, but it was heavily muted. The sound insulation at The Facility was excellent. Other people passed. Some were single men dressed in the distinctive white coveralls worn by the Handlers and attendants. Sandra also saw one or two couples, usually consisting of a Handler leading a younger female. All of the girls Sandra saw looked to be younger that she. At last Mick halted her in front of a heavy wooden door marked "Bath."

"Bath!" Sandra's thoughts cried. "Got how she could use a bath!"

Mick opened the door and led her inside, closing it behind them. At first Sandra wasn't sure what she was seeing. She stood looking around the white tiled room blinking in the bright light. "Where are the showers?" she wondered. Looking closer, Sandra noticed that both walls and floor were tiled with one inch square white porcelain tiles. Both were featureless with the exception of a two foot wide channel in the floor through which flowed a small but steady river of water. Taking Sandra by the wrist, Mick pulled the confused girl into the room. Sandra was still searching the walls for a doorway that might lead to the shower area when Mick said, "Please step across the canal with one foot, Miss Hickerson. I want you to straddle the water flow."

"But..." Sandra began, looking totally lost.

"Do as you're told, please, Miss Hickerson," was the only response she received from her Principal for the moment.

Sandra looked down at the rapidly flowing stream of water. The canal looked to be about eight to ten inches deep. Gingerly, she stepped across with her left foot.

"That's good. Now please remain standing right there."

"But I need to use the bathroom," Sandra whispered.

"All in good time, Miss Hickerson," her Principal replied.

Sandra stood waiting, for what she didn't know. Her thighs ached, she was very raw inside, her CAP device was still causing a dull ache in her back and legs, and a goodly amount of sticky semen had drained from her vagina and run down the insides of her legs on her trip here from the scene of her recent "encouragement." All in all, Sandra was a fairly miserable girl.

Just then a door at the back of the room that Sandra hadn't noticed opened. To her immediate dismay, a group of perhaps twenty young men and a few women filed in and took seats on benches along the far wall. Sandra turned to her Principal in confusion, but soon found out what the program would be.

"John, would you assist Miss Hickerson, please. This will be her first bathing, so be especially thorough."

From the facility of the row of benches a young man rose and walked toward Sandra and Mick. "Oh, God!" Sandra thought to herself, expecting the worst. She saw that the person her Principal had chosen was no more than a boy, fifteen at best. As the young man approached, from the ceiling, the cleaning module descended silently. While Sandra watched with growing misgivings, Mick and the young man named John took up positions on either side of her.

Mick stepped behind Sandra and without a word of warning, grasped the protruding end of her CAP device then withdrew the apparatus from the confines of Sandra's rectal passage. Sandra gasped in surprise and relief. Mick then said in a loud enough voice so that everyone in the audience could hear, "If you need to relieve yourself, Miss Hickerson, do so now," he instructed flatly. John has been good enough to agree to clean you, but he will only do so once. If you need to urinate or defecate, I urge you to do it before you are washed."

Sandra stared at Mick in obvious disbelief. "Here?" was all she could muster, she was so shocked.

Unwilling to explain further, Mick merely asked a second time, "Do you need to defecate at this time, Miss Hickerson?" He placed his left hand on her shoulder and waited.

Sandra was stunned. "Was this man really insinuating that she should evacuate her bowels here, standing in front of all these people?"

Before Sandra could answer, her Principal apparently lost patience. "Very well, Miss Hickerson," he said. Before Sandra knew what was happening, Mick reached behind her and slipped his middle finger into her rectum.

"Nnnn," Sandra groaned through clenched teeth. Mick moved his finger in and out of her several times, causing Sandra to stand on her toes. Then he pushed it deeper into her and held.

"If you feel the need to urinate, you may do so at any time, Miss Hickerson, but again, I caution you to do so before the end of your cleaning. John, you may proceed," Mick instructed casually.

One might think that because of his young age, John would be shy about handling a girl. Quite the contrary. Getting right to work, the young man selected the douching utensil. Sandra received a small reminder from her Principal's finger when she instinctively tried to fend off the young man's approach. "Do not move, Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. "And for this session, I would like for you to face the audience. Keep your eyes up and on the row of observers, please."

Sandra shivered noticeably when young John inserted the apparatus into her vagina. Utterly humiliated, Sandra stared at the impassive faces of the audience while John went about her internal hygiene. Her Principal stood close by, his hand on her shoulder and his finger in her rectum. The warm douche actually felt good in spite of the circumstances. Sandra relaxed a bit as the warm water flushed away the deposits of semen which coated the fluffy and convoluted walls of her vagina. She never dreamed that she would be forced to allow a young man to administer to her in such a way, but for the moment, there didn't appear to be much she could do to prevent it. I spite of the utterly demeaning situation, Sandra unwittingly found herself thinking that the young man's attentions felt mildly pleasurable. An unfamiliar tingling sensation gradually made itself known at the very edges of Sandra's psyche.

At last the young man extracted the douche appliance and stepped over to the module to hang it up. When he did, Mick asked once again, "Are you certain you do not need to urinate, Miss Hickerson? It seems to me that you asked to use the bathroom when we entered."

Actually, Sandra did have to go, but was entirely too embarrassed to do so in front of an audience. She shook her head indicating she did not.

"Perhaps I can assist you," Mick offered helpfully, smiling at the resulting look of distress on his charge's lovely face. Sandra's Principal first placed his free hand on her tummy just above her pubic bone. She gasped softly when he rotated his finger in her ass. Then, using the blade of his hand against her tummy, Mick pushed inward and downward, putting pressure on Sandra's bladder from the outside. Meanwhile, he flexed his finger downward inside her anal passage, also bringing pressure to bear on the young blond's now full bladder. The results were as pleasing as they were quick.

"Uhh uhhh," Sandra whimpered softly as her urine stream splashed into the small canal between her feet. Mick squeezed the young teenager like a ripe orange.

"There now," Mick murmured from beside his young charge. "That's better." Before Sandra finished, Mick unexpectedly reached his hand between her thighs. After cupping his fingers, he allowed his hand to fill with Sandra's hot urine. Then much to the girl's dismay, Sandra's Principal pressed his hand up against her, rubbing her urine into her pubic hair then up onto her tummy. Mick started to slowly finger fuck Sandra's ass again while he rubbed her urine into the soft skin of her belly and hips.

"Oh, God!" Sandra moaned silently. She noticed several of the men in the audience smile at her discomfort.

After what seemed like hours, Mick allowed John to continue. Sandra was forced to endure the young man's attentions as he systematically spread anti-bacterial soap over every square inch of her, inside and out. Sandra was mortified to see how much the young man enjoyed handling her breasts. John was very thorough indeed in his bathing of the young blond. He lingered for what seemed an eternity while he washed Sandra's pussy, his fingers exploring every intimate fold of supple flesh.

At last, however, the ordeal was over, and John returned to his seat. Sandra was then told to bend over and place her hands on her knees. "Please try to make eye contact with at least one member of the audience for a moment, Miss Hickerson," her Principal instructed. He then removed his finger from her ass. For a brief moment, Sandra was empty. All too soon, however she felt Mick spread her cheeks and a cold, smooth object touched her puckered back door. Sandra struggled to maintain eye contact with one particular young man on the front row while her Principal slowly re-introduced her CAP device to her interior. The stinging sensation upon insertion was less intense this time, but the dull ache returned with a vengeance. Sandra felt her inner thigh muscles spasm and cramp after her anal sphincter clutched the neck of her device. Sandra's first cleaning was behind her.

As Sandra was being led by the hand from the "Bath" room, a bit of her innate strong willed personality showed itself. "I'm hungry," she said sharply to her Principal. "Considering the way I've been treated, do you think I could get something to eat?" It was more of a statement than a request. Mick didn't answer, but continued on down the hall, taking a left at the "T" at the end. Each time they passed an individual or individuals, he would stop and introduce Sandra. The men would invariable handle Sandra in some fashion. Of the women she met, only one was dressed as a Handler. The others were obviously Guests like herself. All were all naked, and all were accompanied by a Handler or attendant. All, Sandra noted, were fitted with CAP devices.

One such girl couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve. Her Handler's name was Zed. After making himself familiar with Sandra briefly, Zed stood discussing matters Sandra didn't understand with Mick. Sandra in the mean time couldn't seem to take her eyes off the young girl who stood patiently waiting hand in hand with her Handler while he conversed with Mick. At last the conference ended, and Mick knelt in front of the pretty, little girl. While Sandra watched with unrestrained horror, Mick placed a hand on the little brunette's bare shoulder. "Zed tells me you've been doing very well lately with your program, Shauna," he said. When the child nodded, Mick then said, "Kiss me, Shauna."

Sandra's mouth literally fell open when the young girl did exactly as she was instructed. Until their lips actually met, the little brunette maintained direct eye contact with Mick. Then as their lips drew closer, the girl put her arms around Mick's neck, opened her small mouth and began to deliver passionate kisses to the older man. Meanwhile, Mick let one hand drop behind the young child where he amused himself with her CAP device. With his free hand, he started to explore her small body, first pinching her tiny developing breast cones then eventually dropping down to her small hairless sex.

"You people are animals!" Sandra muttered under her breath. She was stunned and shocked. She looked on in horror as Mick proceeded to finger the eleven-year old girl. Shauna didn't seem to mind. In fact, she actually spread her skinny thighs a bit, allowing Mick better access to her. As Mick continued to attend to Shauna, Sandra felt sick and was forced to look away. "This place is insane," she thought to herself. "I've got to find a way to escape."

Mick finished with young Shauna then stood and faced Sandra. "You have an objection of some sort, Miss Hickerson?" he asked.

Sandra's breath caught in her throat. She'd hoped her inadvertent remark had not been overheard. Now she stood waiting for the other shoe to drop. Suddenly, summoning her courage, Sandra glared at Mick and said, "I said you people are animals! How could you treat a child in such a manner. You're all disgusting and twisted!" she proclaimed with conviction.

Mick stared directly into Sandra's eyes for several moments but said nothing at all. Then he turned unexpectedly and knelt once more before the eleven-year old brunette. "I think Miss Hickerson needs some help in understanding our program, Shauna." The little girl didn't answer, but paid very close attention to what Mick was saying to her. "Would you help her for me, Shauna?" Mick asked. Without hesitation, the girl nodded her consent. "Good, girl. That's a good girl, Shauna. I want you to go with Zed and we'll be along shortly." The sweet child nodded once again. Mick kissed her, then stood and turned to Sandra. "Come with me," he said flatly, taking Sandra by the wrist.

As Mick led Sandra down the hall, following the small naked figure of the little girl led by her Handler, Zed, Sandra's eyes seemed to lock onto the little girl's CAP device. Its blunt, clear plastic end protruded from between Shauna's small round buttocks, however, the eleven-year old seemed unconcerned by its presence and walked with a smooth, even gate. Stopping at last before a door labeled "Free Encounter," Mick held Sandra back while Shauna and her Handler went inside. As the door closed behind them, Sandra's Principal said, "Miss Hickerson, this will be your first free encounter experience. Be advised that you will be graded on your performance and level of cooperation." Sandra had no idea what he was talking about but none the less had strong feelings of foreboding when at last Mick opened the door and led her inside.

As the door closed silently behind them, Sandra stood staring around the room they'd just entered. At first glance it appeared to be decorated like an ordinary bedroom, with one or two chairs and a small desk. It took several moments for Sandra to realize that oddly, the king-sized bed stood in the exact facility of the room with at least six feet of space on all sides. What really made Sandra feel immediately uncomfortable, however, was the fact that in the bed lay the young girl named Shauna covered with a satin sheet. Absent mindedly, Sandra thought how pretty the little girl looked with her long, dark hair spread out upon the pink satin pillow.

As if reading her mind, Mick said from beside Sandra, "Isn't Shauna pretty, Miss Hickerson?" Sandra looked from the little girl in the bed to her Handler then back. "We think that Shauna can help you, Miss Hickerson," Mick continued. "She's been with us here at The Facility for quite some time now and knows all of the, ah.." he paused and chuckled. "Ins and outs, shall we say." From across the room Shauna's Handler, Zed smiled broadly. "So with Zed's permission, we've scheduled this impromptu session for the two of you. If things go well today, perhaps you and Shauna can become what we refer to as ‘Companions' during your stay with us." After only a brief pause, Mick then said, "Now, if you will, Miss Hickerson. Please join Shauna on the bed."

"W... What?" Sandra said, snapping her head toward Mick, her expression clearly one of distress.

"Miss Hickerson, I thought my request was perfectly clear," Mick replied condescendingly. "Get into bed with Shauna. Immediately, please."

Sandra felt the now familiar icy grip of panic begin to form in her gut. That feeling however, was instantly replaced by one of explosive, hot pain when unexpectedly and quite suddenly her Handler swatted the protruding end of her CAP Device with the palm of his hand, driving the unyielding acrylic cylinder into her sensitive anal tissues.

"Ahhh! Gdddd..." Sandra Hickerson grunted loudly as she fell to her knees, catching herself at the last minute on the edge of the big bed.

"I said, get into the bed, Miss Hickerson," Mick snapped as he stepped up beside the kneeling blond.

Sandra leaned heavily against the foot of the bed, the soft satin cool against her skin as she gasped for breath. "Go to hell," she managed to say breathlessly. "You're all a bunch of perverted monsters!" She glared defiantly up at her Handler. Her reward was swift.

Mick moved like lightning. The speed and power of the man was well concealed beneath a wholly unremarkable physique. Before Sandra could even think to avoid him, her Handler reached beneath her left arm, across her chest and grasped her right breast none to gently. With his free hand he took hold of the blunt end of her CAP Device. After extracting enough of the hard acrylic cylinder to allow him to get a firm grip on it, Mick angled the device upward then thrust it savagely into Sandra. Then using her CAP device as well as her right breast as handles, Mick lifted the unfortunate girl to her feet.

Sandra came very close to fainting from the sudden and excruciating pain that erupted in her chest and anal area. The only sound that came from the young blond was a soft groan as she was lifted off her feet like a rag doll then thrown face down onto the bed beside Shauna who'd had the forethought to move out of harm's way. Instantly Mick was atop her. With a hand between her shoulder blades, the man crushed her into the mattress. Sandra opened her eyes to see the little eleven-year old brunette gazing impassively at her, her head resting on her hand as she lay beside Sandra on the bed.

"Huuuhh!" Sandra gasped when Mick rammed her CAP device into her. Shauna's expression remained completely indifferent as she watched Sandra endure her correction.

"I'll not tolerate further disobedience, Miss Hickerson," he said gruffly as he began to fuck Sandra roughly using her CAP Device. As the stabbing pain coursed down her inner thighs Sandra began to understand the true nature of her CAP Device.

The very shape of the probe with its wider facility section allowed the device to pass along to its bearer the sensation of a progressive enlargement of the anal passage, stretching the tender tissues seemingly to the limits of their elasticity.

"I expect you to do as you're told without question or comment," he said while he worked on Sandra's back side.

"Ohh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh.. Ugghh..," Sandra grunted in time to his thrusts. All the while the young girl next to her on the bed studied her without a trace of emotion. It was both frightening and maddening.

"Do I make myself clear, Miss Hickerson?" Mick asked after one particularly brutal thrust. Then pushing the device deeply into Sandra, her Handler began to twist and rotate the probe, causing her to squeal between tightly clenched teeth. Uncontrollable tremors racked her young body as Mick relentlessly used the CAP Device to rearrange Sandra's rectal anatomy. "Do I have your attention, Miss Hickerson?" Mick asked.

Still facing the young girl named Shauna, Sandra quickly nodded her head. The twisting, wrenching action of the anal torpedo stopped suddenly. Sandra inhaled one shuddering breath.

"Huuuuuooooooohhhh!" she quickly exhaled when Mick, using the heal of his hand against the blunt end of the clear plastic probe, pushed the device deeply into Sandra.

"I expect an answer from you, Miss Hickerson. Are you ready to cooperate?" Sandra felt the palm of her Principal's hand against her buttocks. He continued to apply pressure to the end of her CAP Device, perpetuating the throbbing pain in Sandra's lower abdomen. "Miss Hickerson?" he prompted.

"Y... yes... yes..." Sandra groaned at last.

The proud young blond had unknowingly taken another step toward her new life. Another layer of confidence and sense of self-worth had just been peeled away from Sandra's ego. Another layer off the onion.

Unseen by his new pupil, Mick smiled when he felt her body relax beneath him as her sphincter closed around the stem of her CAP. "The way to a girl's mind is through her ass," Mick whispered to himself. "The Facility certainly thought of everything," he thought as after patting Sandra on her right buttock, he climbed off of her and stood beside the bed. Then after pulling two chairs close to the big bed, both Mick and Zed sat down to observe. Sandra lay perfectly still, eyes closed, awaiting her fate.

"You may begin, Shauna," Zed said breaking the silence.

When Sandra felt the bed move slightly, she opened her eyes to gaze into those of the pretty young brunette who slid closer to her on the bed. Shauna smiled warmly as she reached over and gingerly began to twist Sandra's CAP Device. At first, Sandra couldn't. No.. Wouldn't believe what was happening to her. As Sandra's blue eyes grew wider with incredulity, likewise did Shauna's sweet smile. The child slowly twisted Sandra's plug back and forth... back and forth.

After a few stunned seconds, Sandra reacted instinctively and whined "No.. Stopppp! Please..." she pleaded softly, hoping for some compassion from the youngster.

Shauna's smile never faltered when she slapped the butt end of Sandra's CAP Device, sending a wave a pain from Sandra's knees to the tips of her pelvis.

Sandra's eyes shot open, "Oww.. Don't. What's the matter with you?" she cried to the impassive face of the young girl in bed with her. Shauna slapped her CAP again. Then before Sandra could make a sound, the little girl brought her finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she hushed softly.

Sandra opened her mouth then closed it again without uttering a peep. Shauna started to slowly twist her anal plug once again. Sandra lay in a trance of disbelief for many long minutes while the young girl sodomized her at will.

At last the young brunette whispered, "My name's Shauna." She continued to spin Sandra's CAP. "I think you're very pretty." Sandra lay in silent shock, unable to even think of what to say. "Will you make love to me?" Shauna then asked as if asking for a glass of milk.

"W... what?" Sandra asked in bewilderment.

"She asked you to make love to her, Miss Hickerson," Mick said from his seat nearby. "Both Zed and I would also like for you to make love to Shauna. Wouldn't we Zed?" he asked looking at the other Handler who sat opposite him. Sandra simply couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Yes I would," Zed replied, "but perhaps Shauna needs to show Miss Hickerson what to do. Have you ever had a same sex experience, Miss Hickerson?" Zed asked from across the big bed in an entirely conversational tone of voice.

Shauna gazed at Sandra impassively as the horror spread across the older girl's face.

"I didn't think so," Zed said with a chuckle, rightly interpreting Sandra's shocked silence. "Shauna, I think you should show Miss Hickerson how a woman makes love to another woman."

As if the request was nothing short of perfectly natural, Shauna smiled at Sandra then said, "You need to roll over onto your back." The child removed her hand from Sandra's CAP and waited.

"You can't be serious," Sandra said turning her head to face Mick. "She's just a baby."

After a brief pause, Mick answered. "Miss Hickerson I will forgive this latest infraction of our rules one last time. You are never to speak unless addressed directly by either your lover or Handler. Do I make myself clear?"

"But.." Sandra began. Then suddenly she shut her mouth almost with a snap. Her re-education was beginning to take affect.

"I am indeed serious, Miss Hickerson, and furthermore, I think you will find that Shauna is anything but a baby. Now do as she asks and roll onto your back. This is not a request, Miss Hickerson. Do as you're told, and remember, you will be graded on your level of participation."

Mick had great difficulty suppressing a smile when he saw the look of humiliation and anger flash onto Sandra's face. He waited. Then after a long period of silent deliberation, Sandra Hickerson rolled onto her back. Another giant step.

Right away, Shauna snuggled closer so that Sandra could smell her adolescent freshness. "I like your body," Shauna whispered looking into Sandra's shocked blue eyes. "You have pretty titties. I hope my titties will be pretty too one day. Zed says they will, and Zed knows everything," the little girl virtually recited as she reached unexpectedly for Sandra's right breast. She pinched the nipple.

"Hey!" Sandra gasped.

Shauna took her hand away quickly. Her expression was one of confusion mixed with fear as she looked toward her Principal.

"It's OK, Shauna," Zed assured his charge. "It's going to take a lot of work to get Miss Hickerson to cooperate willingly, I'm afraid."

"Miss Richard," Mick interrupted. "We expect you to allow yourself to be handled," he said in a way that let Sandra know that he was running out of patience. "You have already lost several points regarding your level of cooperation. Now either you let Shauna proceed or I shall have you restrained. The choice is yours."

Sandra looked toward Mick with a malevolent stare. Any other male would have instantly be put off by "her look" as she was fond of calling it, but not this man. Sandra had successfully wilted many a penis with "her look" in the past, but Mick returned her gaze with a completely impassive expression.

Just then Zed asked from the other side of the bed. "When is she scheduled to see Dirk?"

"I don't know. This afternoon, I think. I'll check in a minute," Mick replied conversationally.

"She'll have a little different attitude after visiting with Dirk for awhile," Zed chuckled. "They all do." He smiled knowingly at Mick.

At the mention of the name "Dirk," Sandra noticed a distinct cloud pass over the face of young Shauna. She wondered what that was all about. Then Sandra's attention was brought to the present when again she felt the hand of the young brunette on her breast. Steeling herself, Sandra bit her lower lip and lay very still while the little girl began her exploration.

Sandra soon discovered that what Mick had told her was true. The little girl in bed with her was certainly no baby. Sandra squirmed with discomfort as the youngster touched first one breast then the other. Why in no time at all it seemed, and much to Sandra's chagrin, young Shauna had both of Sandra's pink nipples standing erect and hard. Her little hands knew just where to rub and just where to pinch. Sandra was utterly humiliated as she lay under the watchful eyes of the two men seated bedside while she was forced to allowed herself to be handled by a child. "Ouch.. Ohhh.." Sandra gasped when Shauna pinched the silken smooth flesh of her right areola. Instinctively she shot a glance at Mick who gave her a reproachful look. "Wha...?" Sandra then cried when suddenly she felt Shauna's soft lips close over the erect nipple of the breast nearest to her.

"Silence! Miss Hickerson," Mick ordered. Sandra looked quickly from Mick to the small head bent over her chest then back to her Principal. "Look at Shauna, Miss Hickerson. She is your lover this morning, not I." Shauna looked up and directly into Sandra's outrage filled eyes. Both the young girl's lips and the darkened tip of Sandra's breast were wet with saliva.

"Do you like it when I suck your titties?" Shauna asked nonchalantly as though she were inquiring as to the time of day.

"Oh my God!" Sandra thought. "How could she think..." But her attention was suddenly drawn to other things. Shauna had grabbed Sandra by her pussy.

"I like to suck them, really," the little girl went on conversationally as though nothing was amiss. She started to rub, slowly.. expertly." Shauna smiled at the alarm in Sandra's face.

The little girl had indeed been conditioned well. She knew exactly what to expect from her older lover. Sandra was not the first woman that Shauna had been with. Sandra, however, did represent her chance to prove herself to her Principal. To show him that she was mature and responsible enough to become the Trainee Principal of her own Companion Pairing or maybe even a Group. Shauna watched the play of expressions on Sandra's face as she squeezed her most private flesh. Confusion.. Humiliation.. Anger.. Pleasure? Not yet, but soon. Shauna squeezed and rubbed, allowing Sandra's pubic hair to slip between her small fingers. Then pressing her fingers together, she tugged upward on the soft curls. Sandra moaned, reflexively.

"You like that, don't you?" Shauna whispered to Sandra and was met with an expression of astonishment.

Then, pleading with her eyes, Sandra said, "Please... Please don't"

The little brunette only smiled and whispered in reply, "Shhhh..." She returned her lips to Sandra's breast.

Sandra couldn't believe this was happening. She was in bed with a little girl who seemingly had complete control of the situation, and apparently intended to have her way with Sandra. "Mmmuuhh," Sandra gasped loudly when without warning Shauna slipped a finger between her pussy lips. Before that the child had been attending to Sandra more or less superficially, but now their love making had entered a new dimension. "Sssttttpp," Sandra hissed through clenched teeth as her young lover's middle finger skillfully sought out then located her "On Button." Before the Shauna could begin her manipulations, Sandra grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and rolled the younger girl off of herself. "You leave me alone!" Sandra hissed at the startled little girl.

Again Shauna's pretty face clouded over. A tear formed in her eye as she contemplated the fact that Zed would think her unworthy of a Pairing. She looked to her Principal for help and understanding.

Sympathetically Zed assured his young charge, "It's alright, Shauna. We told you she'd be difficult, didn't we?" The little brunette nodded, still looking rather sad.

Sandra couldn't believe her ears. They were discussing her like a side of beef. Then to her dismay, Sandra heard Mick chime in. "Yes, Shauna. Please don't be concerned. We fully expected Miss Hickerson to resist your advances this morning, and we are prepared to assist you." He got up from his chair.

Sandra recoiled as he reached for her, but she had nowhere to go, since from the other side of the bed, Zed grabbed her from behind. "Let go of me you perverts!" Sandra shrieked. She wrestled mightily with the two men during which time she discovered that struggling brought tremendous pressure to bear on her insides courtesy of her CAP. At one point she actually managed to get a hand free with which she started to pummel the man named Zed who still had hold of her right wrist. To Sandra's astonishment and dismay, however, Shauna lunged for her free hand, pinning it beneath her small body as she fell atop the struggling blond teenager.

Events moved too quickly for Sandra to comprehend after that. From seemingly out of nowhere, hand and leg restraints were produced and applied. In a twinkling, Sandra Hickerson lay spread eagled and panting on the big bed. Shauna having resumed her position beside Sandra, lay head in hand watching. After a brief respite, Sandra began to struggle again, testing her bonds. She soon discovered, however, that she was helpless and again lay still. Turning her head she glared at the one called Mick who stood beside the bed smiling down at her. "You'll all pay for this!" she said icily. "Some how, some way I'll see you all rot in prison!" Empty threats from a girl in very deep trouble.

Totally ignoring Sandra's threats Mick smiled at Shauna and said, "I think she'll be a bit more cooperative now, my dear. Why don't you start with the Buzzer, Shauna," he suggested. Sandra didn't like the sound of that. "I think Miss Hickerson will enjoy the Buzzer, don't you?"

The pretty brunette's face fairly glowed with excitement. "Oh, yes!" Shauna exclaimed. I just know she will." The younger girl felt her confidence return. The Handlers in the room still had faith in her. Shauna hopped off the bed like the little girl she was and trotted butt naked over to the small desk. Sandra followed her with her eyes. She couldn't see exactly what Shauna was doing because her back was turned, but the little girl definitely opened a desk drawer and removed something. When she turned Sandra saw she held a small zipper case of some sort. Then prancing happily back across the room, Shauna clambered onto the bed and knelt near Sand