Chapter 1

Sandy Winters stifled a grunt with great difficulty. This was her sixth week in training, and her head Coach was watching closely this morning. He sat in a chair just a few feet away, clipboard in hand. "Mmmee," Sandy squealed softly through tightly pursed lips. She winced, briefly closing her eyes, then opened them again quickly as she realized her mistake, but it was too late. As she regained eye contact with her Coach, Sandy watched the man make some notes on his pad. Sandy knew she would be corrected later in the day, but at the moment, it was all she could do simply to maintain some semblance of dignity and control. Sandy hoped that in light of the circumstances, her Coach would be lenient with her. After all, she rationalized this was only her second lover, and this man was much bigger than her first. Sandy stifled another groan as the man's large cock head hammered against her cervix, his nearly two inch diameter shaft filling her completely. Sandy's lower lip quivered as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. She tried desperately to maintain eye contact with her Coach and supervisor as her lover's large hands grasped her by her slim hips and pulled her back, crushing her shapely butt against the fronts of his thighs.

Sandy Winters was fifteen years old and currently engaged in a program of sexual conditioning at The Youth Training Center. How she came to be there and at the mercy of a complete stranger is a long story.

"Mmph," the young, blond teenager huffed through her nose as she clutched the back of the wooden chair in front of her. Sandy was not doing well today. "Rule Number One" had been drilled into her psyche repeatedly over the past few weeks, "Silence while being handled". This was a non-negotiable standard at the Training Center, and infractions were dealt with sternly. The young girl arched her back, trying to remember what she had seen in the many video tapes and photographs she had studied recently, hoping that perhaps if she did well in her love making from this point on that her Coach might go easy on her when it came time for retribution. Her "lover" rammed her again. Sandy thought her insides would split open. Fortunately she was beginning to "juice up" a little. When her latest handler had first entered her just minutes earlier, Sandy had been nearly dry. Foreplay was deemed to be non-conducive to conditioning at The Center other than for its anatomical effects. It was therefore optional, and left entirely up to the individual Coaches' and handlers' discretion.

Sandy had done reasonably well thus far in her conditioning, much to the surprise of her instructors. When Sandy Winters first arrived at TYTC she had been a head strong, conceited young girl as a result of having spent the last several years in a world that orbited solely around Sandy Winters. The teenager's budding sexuality and stunning good looks had given her virtually limitless power over boys her age and older. Young Miss Winters had proceeded to exploit this power to the fullest.

That power, however had been stripped away almost as quickly as her clothing the morning of her initial orientation with the Head Master of The Youth Training Center. Much to Sandy's dismay, two male assistants had been admitted to the office and had proceeded to forcibly remove her clothes. Sandy had remained naked ever since. In the early weeks of her training, Sandy had cried often. Soon, however she realized that sympathy was not something that was dispensed liberally at The Center. Correction, on the other hand came swiftly and surely. Since her enrollment, by her step-father, Jim Neilson, over six weeks ago, young Sandy Winters was learning an entirely new way of life. Her step-father barely recognized her during the first of her scheduled observation sessions.