Chapter 7

Jim Neilson was led into a small room in the center of which stood an odd looking chair. Not recognizing the device as the close relative of a birthing chair, Neilson circled it, staring at it curiously. The plastic, 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. Upon closer inspection, Neilson noted that the seat bottom was split into two sections such that the occupant's thighs would be cradled and supported leaving their buttox unconstrained and accessible. Attached to the seat were two six inch wide plastic extensions which ended in stainless steel stirrups. There was no doubt in Neilson's mind what they were for. The leg 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. Upon a second inspection, Neilson noticed a padded restraint band attached to a head rest at neck level. From what he could tell, a person could be restrained in this device by the throat, arms and legs, rendering them totally immobile and helpless.

"What do you think of our 'Cooperation Seat'?" North said, interrupting Neilson's pondering. "I assume you've guessed it's purpose."

"I have indeed," Neilson said, turning to face his host. "It looks like once again, your wonderful institution has thought of everything. When do we get started?" Neilson was becoming very impatient. His heart raced as he considered what was about to occur. He was about to fulfill a dream, to have sex with his beautiful, young step-daughter. To slide his cock deep into the beautiful body of the girl who had shunned him ever since he had married her mother. In spite of his best efforts at seduction, Sandy had repulsed his advances. Now she would be his. He would be her first. No one could take that away from him. Nothing Sandy could do would ever reverse the fact that the first cock to enter her vagina would be his. Regaining his wits, Neilson turned to Adam North and said, "I want this video taped. I want to some day be able to show my step-daughter who it was who took her virginity today."

After a brief pause, North replied, "Very well, Mr. Neilson. That can be arranged, but I caution you not to divulge your identity to Miss Winters until your relationship with her is very well established. She still has several weeks of training ahead of her before she will be malleable enough for you to approach sexually on a regular basis."

"I understand, Mr. North," Neilson responded. "Now, please, I am anxious to begin."

North smiled knowingly then replied, "Very well. Please disrobe and take a seat in that chair over there." He nodded toward a straight backed metal chair against the far wall. "I will say this once, Mr. Neilson, so listen up," North said in a commanding tone of voice. "From this point on it will be in your best interest to remain completely silent, before, during and after your experience with Miss Winters. Do I make myself clear? If she recognizes you, all bets are off and this exercise will be concluded."

Resenting North's tone of voice, Neilson nodded his consent, none the less. He began to remove his clothes, his heart racing at an almost scary pace.

After acknowledging Neilson's gesture of cooperation, North turned to leave. Before he did, however he turned to say, "A crew will be in shortly to set up the video equipment you've requested. Shortly after that, your step-daughter will be brought in and restrained in the 'Cooperation Seat'. After that, you will be left alone to have your way with her. You may take as long as you like. Be advised also that she has been given the Norplant contraceptive so you may feel free to ejaculate inside of her without fear of unplanned impregnation. Enjoy yourself and your step-daughter, Mr. Neilson. I would like to chat with you when you are finished, please."

"That'll be my pleasure, Mr. North," said a grinning Jim Neilson as he pealed his shirt over his head. North left. After he finished undressing, Neilson took a seat on the chair as instructed. Within minutes, two men entered and set up a video camera on a tripod. After aiming it at the 'Cooperation Seat' they gave a slightly embarrassed Neilson brief instructions on its operation then left the room.

Neilson sat waiting for what seemed like hours before at long last the door on the other side of the room opened. As the lovely, blond teenager was escorted into the room, Neilson gasped. Not for the last time he thought how beautiful the fifteen year old girl really was. Now up close and in the same room, Sandy was breathtaking.

Still blinded by the eye drops she'd been given, Sandy looked around the room, not seeing Neilson who blended in with the rest of the blur. Having never been in this particular room before, Sandy had no idea what was in store for her. Unable to recognize the "Cooperation Seat" for what it was, the young teen didn't resist when her handlers led her to the device. I wasn't until they sat her down in it that Sandy began to get feelings of foreboding. Then when the two men began to fasten the restraint straps, Sandy started to get really alarmed. Knowing better than to say anything, however, the young girl offered only passive resistance. After a few minutes, Sandy Winters found herself strapped to the ominous seat. A padded strap encircled her throat allowing her to move her head, but not to rise from the chair. Her arms were bound at her wrists and elbows to the arm rests and her legs were restrained at her thighs knees and ankles. Sandy was unable to move much at all. She had a very bad feeling about her present situation.

Soon her handlers left the room leaving Sandy in silence. Even though she couldn't see clearly, Sandy sensed the presence of another person in the room. Sure enough, after a moment or two, a blurred form approached her from the other side of the room. As hard as she tried to focus her eyes, Sandy was unable to recognize the individual who now stood directly in front of her, not more than three feet away. The silence was creepy. Then Sandy felt the person's hands on her knees. After several weeks in The Center, Sandy had been conditioned not to resist the advances of any handler. So when the mystery person applied pressure to the insides of her knees, spreading her legs slowly apart, Sandy allowed it. Once her legs were spread widely apart, the man leaned over her to adjust something on the side of the seat. Sandy heard a click. When she then experimented by trying to close her legs together, Sandy found she was unable to. Her legs were locked apart. What really caused the teenager concern was that she thought she recognized a somehow familiar scent emanating from the individual now standing between her spread thighs.