Who can judge a person's reactions during stressful situations? The prisoners of war who denounce their country under duress and the kidnapped girl who must give in to her captors' demands, though they may go against everything she believes in, must make their decisions without benefit of experience. They must adapt to a changed reality, one determined by those who have power over them.
In SCAT, SLAVE DAUGHTER, Karen Blackman finds herself held captive in a center which specializes in the cure and treatment of alcoholism. She has been placed there by her strict and unfeeling parents. Only Karen knows that she was framed, that she is in the center unjustly.
The center becomes a parade of horrors for Karen as she discovers the true natures of those who have taken charge of her life. She is subjected to one torture after another, until she is no longer sure of what is real and what is unreal. Finally, she is subjected to the ultimate degradation that any human being can endure-and discovers within herself a love of the perverse.
SCAT, SLAVE DAUGHTER-a shocking, sometimes disgusting story, but still one that must be told, one that carries a message for all of us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Karen Blackman sniffed, wiping a tear from under her right eye as she adjusted her short, electric-blue dress. This was all wrong. It had to be some kind of bad nightmare. But the dark-green plaster walls surrounding her and the hard-backed wooden chairs lined soldier-like in the barren room were a reminder of the horrid reality.
Karen had sworn again and again she knew nothing about all that alcohol they'd found in her school locker. All those bottles, some of them opened, stocked inside her locker as if she'd been a distributor for Smirnoff's. The principal, Mr. Jamison, had lectured her on the evils of drink, trying to discover how long she'd been distributing liquor to the students. When Karen still swore to her innocence the old man called her parents, born-again Christians who registered the appropriate horror at their daughter's crime. She'd been framed, she cried again and again, dropping to her knees the last night in front of her mother. But they were unbending. A Dr. Martha While ran a rehabilitation center sponsored by the church not far from L.A. It was in the foothills of the coastal mountain range, near Malibu.
Now she sat alone in the big room, her mother and father having moved to the main office to make the final arrangements with Dr. While. Karen looked around, her big blue eyes wide with terror. There was nothing friendly at all the place. The big, three-story stone complex stood alone atop a barren hill. There weren't even any trees nearby to give some relief to the forbidding complex. Inside, things weren't any better. Sterile, empty halls led to sterile rooms illuminated by bright overhead lights. Karen shivered, drawing her hands up to her full, high-riding tits as her knees rubbed together. She was being punished for having done nothing. And who could have done something as awful as having planted all that liquor in her locker anyway? She would probably never know.
Karen put one hand to her burning forehead, her heart pounding as she scanned the room. She had thought about that over and over and had found no one she could blame. Karen closed her eyes.
She had been in the main room minutes ago, when her parents had signed her into the place. Then two male attendants had taken her to this room while her parents and the good doctor planned her future.
The blonde's thoughts were interrupted as the door squeaked open. Dr. Martha While stood there, prim and cold in her white, tight-fitting smock. She still had one hand on the doorknob, her blue eyes narrow and piercing. Karen stood, her small brown suitcase parked to the right of her chair. She was trembling with fear, hoping she would see her parents one more time.
"My mother ..."
"Your parents have left, Karen. I thought it best. It's usually good that you start right away with our ... treatment."
Karen felt so lost and alone she nearly broke into hysterical tears right there. Instead, she bent down and picked up her suitcase. She'd packed hurriedly, unsure of what one should take to such an institution.
"Good, come with me. We'll begin immediately," Dr. While said, pleasantly but briskly.
Karen walked several steps behind the cold, attractive Martha While. The woman's high heels clattered noisily against the walls of the empty hall. As she walked behind the woman, Karen saw no one-no one at all, as far as she could see. Once or twice the girl thought she caught a glimpse of someone peering through the small safety-glass windows cut into the thick oak doors, but the teen just wasn't sure.
"This way, dear."
Karen obediently followed Martha While down a long corridor, past several more rooms before she found herself at the back of the large building.
"This edifice is actually an old manor, brought brick by brick over the Atlantic by Dr. Henry Johnson, for whom we've named the center," Dr. While began explaining, sweeping one long arm around in a broad gesture. "It's been used for alcoholic rehabilitation for the past ten years, and with considerable success."
"I'm not an alcoholic," Karen protested, her lower lip pouting.
"Ah, I see. Well, that's a problem we're going to have to overcome. Admission is fifty percent of the cure, we've discovered."
What was the use? As many times as she denied it, others only laughed or ignored her. Martha opened one door and immediately Karen found herself outside, in a rear courtyard neatly appointed with small rock and flower gardens. It was a pleasant relief from the austere manor. Karen stopped and looked around, smelling the pleasant aroma of the roses growing in profusion around the rock garden. She almost smiled.
"This way, Karen."
Again that voice! Karen's fingers tightened on her small suitcase as she carefully picked her way over the narrow stone path to another door opposite her.
"Do you remember some of your medieval history, Karen?"
"N-n-no," the girl stammered, smelling the dampness immediately when Dr. While opened the door wider and stepped in.
"That's a shame. This used to be the bailey ... a courtyard inside the inner fortifications. Dr. Johnson was a medieval scholar, it seemed, and designed his manor, in a way, after some of those castles. You'll pick up more the longer you're with us, dear."
Taking a large black ring from her belt, Martha While opened the door to what she called the "keep," then motioned Karen inside.
The girl ducked her head, stepping into a large darkened room. The doctor turned on a small overhead light. The damp smell was worse in here. Karen wondered if anyone had been down here in the past few years. It was almost like entering a tomb.
"Come with me."
Karen followed her down a narrow flight of stone stairs. More than one, Karen felt her feet slipping on the flagstones and had to catch herself against the steel pipe railing. She nearly dropped her small brown suitcase right at the end, letting out a sharp cry as she caught herself just in time.
"Almost there, dear."
There was another room. It was here the musky, damp smell was most intense. It was terribly dark. Karen felt the wet atmosphere clinging uncomfortably to her arms and thighs as Dr. While moved quickly behind her toward a light fixture dangling from the ceiling. Something skittered across the floor nearby. Dr. While screwed the small light bulb into the socket. Immediately a yellowish glare illuminated the room. Karen let out a sharp cry, dropping the suitcase to the stone floor.
"My God!" the young girl gasped.
She'd never seen anything like this before in her life. She felt her fingers and toes turn icy while beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead. One hand shot up to her mouth, the fingers pressing tensely against her lips. In this large room were strange, frightening-looking instruments hanging from various pegs and spikes driven into the stone. Off to one side, Karen recognized a rack-the kind used in the days of the old Spanish Inquisition where people were stretched until they broke. There were iron masks hanging from the walls, and whips, riding crops, and devices that were too strange for her to recognize.
"What ... what is this?" the young blonde asked, turning slowly around and observing all the instruments of torture.
Martha said nothing for a moment. She hung the keys on the door, which she'd closed behind her. Then, business-like, she approached Karen.
"We'll begin your treatment immediately," she said, caressing the girl's silken blonde hair. "There's no need to be frightened. We're here to help you. And even if our methods seem ... uhhh, unorthodox for the moment, I'm sure you'll see our way of doing things in the near future."
Methodically Dr. While removed Karen's clothing, slipping off her dress, removing her bra, then sliding her panties down over her plump asscheeks, past her knees, down over her ankles. Karen slipped the sandals from her feet, feeling a little chilled at the cold surrounding her. She suddenly felt out of touch with reality, standing there stark naked in front of this strange woman.
"You've shamed your parents, drinking the way you have."
"I haven't, I swear, I ... uhhhhh!"
Karen was silenced by a sharp slap across her cheek. Her head snapped to the right, her long blonde hair whipping over her face. She stumbled to one side, catching her balance while rubbing the injured cheek with her other hand. Tears sprang to her eyes. No one, not even her parents had ever struck her like that. The biting sting made her lower lip tremble as she stared at the doctor.
"Don't ever contradict me!" Dr. While snapped, her eyebrows knitting together while her thin smile quickly straightened. "I know all about the liquor they found in your locker. I know about the alcohol problem in your school. If you weren't drinking, you were selling, and that's worse-spreading your filth to innocent young people."
"Ohhh, God, I swear, I swear ..."
What was the use? Karen lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip in an attempt to slow the tears running from her eyes.
"That's better," Dr. While said. "Now come with me. We'll see if we can get you to admit your problem. That's at least half the problem solved, as I said before."
Dr. While told Karen to stand by the forbidding rack. The young blonde teen did so, watching with widening eyes as the woman slipped an odd-looking device from the wall. At first Karen thought they were handcuffs, but the cuff portions were far too wide for that.
"Put your hands behind you."
Karen did as she was told, watching as Dr. While opened the cuffs, then slipped one around her right elbow. The sheepskin-padded metal cuff tightened immediately around her arm, making the girl shudder. Karen let her head tilt back slightly while she closed her eyes and stifled another moan. Her knees were knocking together as Dr. While slipped the other cuff over her left elbow, locking it firmly in place with a sharp snap. A half-inch piece of black leather held the cuffs together, its length adjustable by a small metal clamp. It was this clamp that Dr. While pulled, drawing the girl's elbows together until they nearly touched. The resulting tension on her upper arms was almost painful. Karen let out a groan, her nostrils flaring as Martha While finished her adjustment.
"Now, then, we'll have to add some more persuasion, I'm sure. I can see the defiance still in your eyes. Things will go easier for you if you finally relent, I can assure you that."
Karen looked away, blinking the tears from her eyes. Never would she admit to having a drinking problem or to having distributed liquor to her classmates. She was innocent, she told herself again and again as Dr. While pushed her forward beyond the rack to a long wooden beam that ran the length of the room. From the beam hung chains, all attached to several pulleys bolted to the beam.
"This should be fine for a start, my dear. You'll find the weight of your own body your worst enemy at this point."
Dr. While pulled one of the chains down, attaching a small hook to it and the leather band holding the cuffs to one another. Karen groaned, begging the doctor not to hurt her.
"You've done all the hurt to yourself, Karen. I'm just here to help," Dr. While said.
The hook was attached. Moving back, Dr. While flipped a small black switch. Immediately the room was filled with a humming, whirring sound. The chain behind Karen began rattling, tensing and straightening, tugging up steadily at the leather behind her. Karen felt her body swaying out from under her, rising from the floor. At the same time, her arms felt as if they were being pulled out. They were going to hang her from the ceiling like a piece of meat! The pain in her shoulder sockets became sharper and sharper as her bones twisted up from the elbow cuffs.
"Yoowoowwwwww! Agghghghhghhh!"
Lightning bolts of pain shot through her brain, washing away all thoughts except those of agony. Karen's head whipped from side to side, her hair splashing over her throat while her legs kicked out from under her. Dr. While was right. The weight of her own bouncing body was her own worst enemy. The more she kicked and thrashed, the more the tension and resulting pain racked her arms.
"Yaghghghhghghghhghgggg!" Karen screamed.
"We need something to keep you quiet, something to gag you while I finish your first treatment," Dr. While said evenly, moving to a small green cabinet and pulling open one door.
"Ughhhh ... n-n-n-nooo, what are you going to do with that?" Karen gasped, staring at the thing Dr. While had pulled out.
It was a cock, or something that looked very much like one. The pink latex had a cuff around it, a long leather strap with several holes at the end finishing up the device. The woman walked back to the weeping girl, reaching up and forcing her mouth open.
"That's it, Karen, open up, keep your jaws open or I'll break them in that position."
The girl's eyes widened. Dr. While was stuffing her mouth with that plastic prick! Karen swallowed hard, breathing through her burning nostrils with panting, wheezing breaths as the dildo slipped over her teeth, past her molars, until the tip touched the back of her throat. The girl coughed, gagging at the vile intrusion.
Dr. While slipped the dildo down a little farther, until the rubber collar around the base was fitted tightly against Karen's lips. Next came the strap, slipped tightly around the back of her head and pulled firm until it became impossible for the girl to make any but the most muffled sound of protest.
Karen opened her jaws as widely as she could and kept them in that position in spite of the aching pain. Dr. While was binding her wrists together with a rope.
"Now, you can't move very well, can you dear?" Dr. While asked. "And the chain hurts you so, is that right?"
Karen moaned through the cock gag, her teeth chewing down on the horrible invasion. More than once the girl tried screaming through the gag. But the spit building up behind the dildo threatened to drown her. Karen understood perfectly what the good doctor wanted-complete silence. Karen moved her fingers slightly, feeling them turn colder as the rope cut off her circulation. She swung forward slightly, her shoulders feeling as if they would tear from her body.
"Have you been fucked before, dear? I think most girls your age have had at least one young man who went all the way. But, in your case, I'm not so sure," Dr. While said, narrowing her eyes and tapping one finger against her chin thoughtfully. "If not, this is going to be a marvelous way to lose your cherry."
Karen's eyes widened again. Had she heard Dr. While correctly? Lose her cherry? Again Martha While went to that awful green cabinet, pulling out what looked like another dildo. But this was different, much longer, much thicker, and it had wires coming from the base.
"I'm always amazed at what modern science can do-go to the moon, send probes out of the solar system, and invent this," she said, holding the thing up to Karen's eyes.
The girl drew her head back, wrinkling her forehead in fear while perspiration gathered in droplets over her reddening tits.
"Yes, I can see you're interested in spite of the fear you feel," Dr. While said, her voice lowering as she brushed the backs of her fingers over Karen's stiff nipples.
The girl groaned, biting down on the cock gag.
"Yes, yes, don't be impatient, Karen. There, plugged in," Martha said, bending over after having attached an extension cord to the dildo and plugging it into a nearby wall socket. "This thing is amazing. Unlike your ordinary dildos, which only vibrate, this actually grows, fucks ... really makes fucking movements. I think you'll enjoy it, dear."
Karen shook her head from side to side, her body bouncing on the chain, causing more excruciating pain in her shoulders. She sobbed, tossing her body to one side as Dr. While rubbed the cold head of that dildo against one of her cuntlips.
CHAPTER TWO
"Yaghghghhghfhhfffff!" Karen screamed.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as Dr. While drove that horrid dildo between her legs. The girl straightened her spine, her legs kicking out like those of a frog while her thirty-six-inch tits bobbed and jiggled against her chest. Never before had she ever had anything up between her legs before.
"Do you feel it, Karen? You feel it growing inside you?"
The woman was crazy! Her mother had taken her to an asylum where the inmates ruled! She could feel that dildo moving around inside her like a small living animal. It was stretching her warm, wet tissues, working up like a living worm toward her cherry. Karen kicked her legs out again and worked her cunt-muscles as best she could to rid herself of that dildo. But it kept fucking its way up to her cherry.
"Think about some boy, some boy you've always wanted to fuck. Just think, Karen."
"Noooooffff!"
Her mind was hazing over. The full force of her panic descended onto her when she felt that dildo pressing up against her cherry. She screamed and pulled wildly at the straps and chains holding her. But, of course, nothing would give. Karen only created more agony for herself as she bounced on the clanking chains. The pain in her shoulders reminded her of that. Crying out again, biting down on the cock gag, the girl resigned herself to this degrading fuck. She would lose her cherry in this awful way. If only her parents could see her now!
Karen stiffened, her face a mask of terrible concentration. That thing had to be programmed or something to do this, but it was actually pressing up against her cherry, making small, pumping movements. It was stretching her cunthole, inching up until her cherry began tearing from its anchorage.
"No, no!"
Karen worked her tongue around the latex cock gag, trying to push it out while her arms tensed. Every muscle in her body bulged with anticipation, the tendons pressing out against her flesh along her inner thighs. She was going to lose her cherry, and lose it to that horrible plastic prick wedged between her thighs. The girl went wild, not caring about the pain in her shoulders or in her wrists. She twisted and writhed on the restraining chain, bouncing up and down like a crazed puppet while her legs kicked out. Dr. While watched with growing interest, her gaze fastened on the base of that pumping dildo.
The pain! The horrible, terrible pain her mother had told her about earlier was true! More stars exploded behind her eyes as the world lit up all about her. It had happened! That thing had finally torn her cherry, ripped through with one powerful lunge. Karen's body stiffened again, then sagged heavily against the chain. Her cuntal walls clenched up against the pumping dildo, the muscles holding the dildo trapped in an instinctive reaction while the agony throbbed through her pussy, radiating up to her brain.
"Now, we add something else, something to increase the sensation of that dildo buzzing inside your cunt," Dr. While said.
Karen blinked away her tears, realizing with a shock that something terribly significant had happened while she was concentrating on her painful rape. Sometime during the tearing of her cherry, Martha While had removed her white smock, exposing her mature, attractive body completely. The girl could see that Martha was fully aroused.
"I find it more ... uuhhhh, professional if I wear certain trappings of authority while I give treatments," Dr. While explained.
Karen watched stunned as Martha attached metal tit-cups onto her huge, melon-shaped tits. Next came a frightening-looking leather collar with steel studs, a device that came down to a point to where her tits began. Beneath her pendulous cupped tits the woman wound several thin black leather bands around her ribs. This was a nightmare, more than she could have possibly imagined sitting there in the reception room minutes earlier. Karen ground her teeth against the slick cock gag. The buzzing of the dildo was starting to do such strange things to her clit. Yes, it was touching that nerve-rich sex center now, making the tiny thumb vibrate in time to its buzzing. The pain was gradually ebbing now. There wasn't the fearful agony of having her cherry busted wide open by that inanimate thing. All that vibrating against her clit was making her breathe much harder. Dr. While noticed her change in breathing and smiled.
"I knew you'd take to this quickly," she said, finishing her dress.
Martha moved to the rack, pulling a small wooden cask out from under the device. Karen's body shivered still, the strain of no support for her torso. She watched fascinated as Martha attached a long brown hose to the faucet of the cask, then slipped on a brass clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose. What on earth was Dr. While going to do to her?
That awful dildo was vibrating more strongly now-or perhaps it was that she was far more receptive to its movements. Karen didn't know. All she knew was that her cuntal walls were pressing against the fat slippery thing, holding it tightly while the sides vibrated. The pulsing rhythm went to all parts of her body. But it was especially her clit that sang the same tune as the dildo, twitching and spasming in time to the beating rhythm. Karen curled her toes, twisting her body against the restraining chains while more spit built up behind the curved head of the cock gag. Again she swallowed hard, waiting for the next painful humiliation Dr. While had in store for her.
It came quickly. Moving behind her, Dr. While shoved the steel nozzle deep into her asshole. The thrust was sudden and violent. Karen's eyes popped open, her nostrils flaring as a scream escaped from around the gagging dildo.
"Yaghghhfhfhhfffffffff!"
Her tits flew out, slapping wetly together while her knees banged against one another. It was a real horror, that awful cold thing being shoved deeper and deeper into her asshole, the steel scraping painfully against her shitter lining. Karen panicked, her ass muscles tensing, her knees slapping together while her asscheeks jiggled against that cruel move.
"There. Now that you've chosen to destroy yourself with over-indulgence, you'll be cured by it with the same over-indulgence. You're young enough to enjoy this lesson. I've got beer in that barrel, Karen-real beer, not the modern slop most Americans drink. Dr. Johnson, it seems, brought some of the potent brew from Europe while dragging the stones for this manor behind him. I find it amusing to discover that the head of this institution enjoyed tipping a few. In any case," Martha While continued, brushing her chestnut hair behind her shoulders, "the beer's very strong. It can make you very drunk, so drunk you can pass out. So drunk you'll want all the fucking you can get. That's probably what made you drink in the first place-to get the courage to fuck. We'll give that to you as well. All the sex you can possibly handle-and then some."
"Nooofff, noooffffff!" Karen protested.
"You'll learn to balance pleasure and pain. That's the secret even someone as young as you can appreciate, dear."
Karen struggled, screaming through the cock-gag again as Dr. While pushed the nozzle all the way in. Karen felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it. That tension increased the pain already throbbing deep in her body.
"And now you'll service me. Yes, Karen," Martha While said, seeing the disbelief in the teen's eyes, "you'll learn what it's like having a cock in your cunt and a pussy in your face."
With that, Martha reached up, unbuckling the strap behind Karen's head and pulling the cock gag from the girl's mouth. Karen twisted her face to one side, spitting. Her jaws still throbbed from the forced-open position they'd been wedged into. Martha went back to that horrible switch, this time lowering Karen down to the cold stone floor. The girl's legs buckled under her, the pressure easing around her shoulders as her feet slipped forward on the smooth surface.
She stopped, her head even with Dr. While's juicing, hot pussy. Again the girl panicked, snapping her ass muscles together. The good doctor opened the plug around the wooden cask, admitting some of the cold, potent beer into the rubber hose shoved up Karen's ass. The teen stiffened, feeling the bubbly liquid shooting in a fine, thin, stinging stream into her shitter.
Dr. While walked up to her, her hands on her ample, smooth hips. Karen got a whiff of the woman's aroused cunt. Strangely enough, the odor coursed through her nostrils not unpleasantly, adding to the bizarre sexual excitement she felt scorching through her veins.
"Ohhh, don't do this to me. Oh please, don't make me ... make me touch that!"
The stretching throbbing pain was gone from her shoulders. But still Karen couldn't move her arms. The bonds around her elbows and wrists held firm as she struggled. Her legs kicked out in front of her as Dr. While moved yet closer.
"Do you like the smell, Karen? You enjoy the smell of my cunt next to your face?" Dr. While asked, her voice low and threatening.
"No!" Karen barked out the answer, lowering her eyes, unable to look at the dark red glistening pussy visible through the brown tangled forest of bushy cunt hairs.
Martha rewarded Karen with a slap across her face. The teen cried, the sting of those five fingers burning against her injured cheek. Shaking the hair from her eyes, the girl watched as Martha bent over the cask, increasing the intensity of the beer spray stinging her asshole.
"There now, perhaps you'll be somewhat more agreeable to the truth. Now, take your pleasure, and remember the discipline. You're enjoying your beer, but at the expense of some comfort."
Karen looked up. She saw Dr. While's eyes glowing with lust. Yes, the woman wanted her to eat out her pussy. And, all the while, she half-hung there from the ceiling, her legs spread in front of her. That buzzing, pulsing and pumping dildo hadn't stopped its chugging either, swelling up against her itchy cuntal walls, spreading them while snaking up past her former cherry with a snail-like, maddeningly slow pace.
Karen was starting to feel a little full, a little dizzy. She realized at once it had to be because of the beer enema. It was making her drunk as it filled her intestines with the powerful brew, the alcohol seeping into her blood. She started to feel a kind of euphoria as the beer splashed through her bowels, bloating her flat tummy. In front of her, Martha was spreading her dark-red, fur-fringed outer cunt lips with her long fingers.
"Now, feed on my cunt. Feed on it like a hungry little kitten," Martha cooed.
To help her overcome her initial repugnance, Dr. While slipped her hands just behind Karen's ears, dragging the reluctant girl's head forward. The blonde's eyes blinked, widening with horror as she peered into the evil-looking dark-red pussy. The odor became more intense, more exciting as she struggled against the leather bonds holding her wrists and elbows together.
"No, don't make me do this ... don't! Oh, it's awful!"
There was a moment of hesitation. Then Karen found her face pressed up against the quivering, swollen moist meat of the doctor's pussy. She didn't dare breathe! Above her, she could hear Dr. While moaning. Glancing through the wiry cunt hairs brushing up into her nostrils and eyes, the girl watched as the woman's legs shivered at the touch of her face.
"I said eat my cunt, or I'll turn that beer enema up so high your bowels will explode," Dr. While threatened.
Karen felt anything was possible in this disgusting place. Gingerly she opened her lips, pushing her tongue out and making contact with Martha's red pussy-meat. Again she heard Martha let out a deep-throated groan, her body twisting slowly under the touch of her lips.
"More, more, I want you to lick me more," Martha demanded.
Karen felt herself growing more and more spaced out each passing second. Was it the dildo buzzing in her cunt, making her clit hard and electric-like? Was it the dreadful rubber hose shoved up into her ass, spraying out more and more of that powerful brew? Was it Dr. While's juice-dripping cunt rubbing up against her chin, flattening her pretty little nose? Perhaps it was a heady combination of all things. As she licked a little more into the older woman's cunt, she felt the dildo vibrating steadily against her clit. Karen let out a small sigh, her head spinning.
"Uhhhh ... that's it, oh that's it, you little cunt-eating bitch! Eat me out. Scrape my cunt with that damned tongue of yours," Martha While moaned, her hands slapping the sides of Karen's head lightly.
The beer continued to do its work. Karen started to feel a growing sense of elation. The whole thing was bizarre, crazy! And yet she kept on slathering that pussy with her tongue, pulling back on the chains holding her prisoner while her cunt and asshole were victims now of Dr. While's treatment.
Karen felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She began working her cunt muscles consciously, playing with the dildo, squeezing her pussy while working it back and forth against her clit. She was doing things with muscles she never knew she had. And the beer was making her more daring.
"Ohhhh, that's it, my dear, touch my clit ... yesssss, oh yesss, like that! Oh, how I love it when you do it that way!" Dr. While moaned.
Karen continued to do as the good doctor ordered. But the beer flowing into her ass now was becoming rather unpleasant. Very little was allowed to escape out her asshole. But more was flowing in. Soon her belly was bloated to a point where the blonde teen began to have cramps. As if she understood this, Martha leaned forward once more and turned the beer off.
Karen was grateful, but still the initial cramps stayed, growing more intense at times while the dildo buzzed excitingly against her clit. Martha was starting to turn on as well, moving her pussy back and forth. More musky fuck juices were flowing out, coating her tongue, her mouth, the back of her throat, her belly.
"Uhhhh, good little cunt-licking girl, that's it, that's it!" Dr. While moaned.
Karen felt her stomach turning somersaults. It was a weird kind of feeling now, a sensation that her entire body was floating in some kind of liquid medium. Her pain diminished. The agony of the bondage of her arms disappeared. She began sucking on Martha's cunt with a wild abandon, feeling her cunt tightening, clenching down on the vibrating dildo. She closed her eyes. She choked, coughing spasmodically as the first of her climactic spasms hit her like a freight train.
"Oh, Karen's going to cum. Cum, you little bitch, but only after you bring me off," Martha snapped, striking the girl sharply several times across the back of her head.
The series of blows served a purpose, holding the teen back from her orgasm. Karen felt herself flying higher and higher. She concentrated her will on the latex dildo stimulating her hot, itching pussy. She could feel her own fuck juices flowing, making the dildo slide much more easily back and forth. Her tongue stiffened at times, scouring around the lumps and hollows in Martha's hot pussy. Dr. While choked back cries of delight, her hands now holding Karen's head hard while she hunch-fucked the girl's face again and again.
Something told Karen that Dr. While was about to pop off. And, when that happened, Karen would have her first wild climax bondage.
CHAPTER THREE
"That's it, Karen, that's it, stick your tongue all the way inside my pussy ... uhhh!" Martha slapped the teen again with the flat of one hand, her cunt still slurping up against the girl's face. Karen's mouth sucked harder, making wet noises as she glided her tongue up and down on the doctor's swollen cuntmeat. The drunker and more excited Karen became, the more inventive and daring she grew with her tongue. Ignoring the pulling pain of the chain behind her, the girl slid her tongue up over that puffy furry wet gash in front of her, touching the clit again and again.
"Ohhh, you little slut!" Dr. While cried.
Dr. While threw her head back, bouncing up and down as Karen teased that sensitive sex spindle. The girl brought her tongue downward again, shoving hard into the older woman's quivering pussy. Karen's cheeks were wet with the hot fuck juice oozing freely from Dr. While's fuckhole now. And that buzzing sensation between her white, shivering thighs was going to send her over the edge! Karen's lust mounted, the aches and pains blending into a weird mixture of wild pleasure. She wanted to hurt more, to feel the restraints more than ever as the erotic heights exploded all around her.
"Oh, God damned little bitch, suck me, suck me harder!"
Karen moaned against Martha's cunt. The resulting vocal vibrations drove Dr. While crazy. The woman's cunt oozed fuck juice. Her hips worked frenziedly against the mouth of the sucking teen. Karen was going crazy, working her cunt muscles against the vibrating plastic cock sparking against her aroused clit. Delicious sensations of climax began biting into her cunt. Twice the girl felt her pussy walls buckling in against the warm, hard cock while her toes curled against the stone floor.
"Uhhhh, you little bitch, now, now, I'm going to cum now ... ughghhhh!" Dr. While screamed.
The words barely pierced through the red haze that had settled over Karen's brain. She kept licking her tongue up and down the woman's pussy-slit, concentrating on that stiff little clit spasming against her lips. A pounding heat made her head spin and ache while her heart threatened to tear right through her rib-cage. She bounced up and down against the chain, pressing her mouth greedily against Martha's cunt. Karen could feel her climax rumbling in the depths of her belly. It felt as if someone had set her on fire, her insides exploding and flaming outward.
Again Karen moaned. At that point, Martha started to climax, triggering the teen's orgasm. Her asscheeks clenched down against the rubber tube shoved up her shitter, her thighs tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, her cunt muscles milking that fucking latex prick. Again the girl moaned passionately against Martha's cunt, making the good doctor churn wildly out of control.
Karen squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down even more, the cuffs imprisoning her elbows tugging painfully at her arms. Brilliant lights blew up in her head as she felt that wonderful cock stabbing her clit again and again.
"Do it, do it, you little slut!" Dr. While screamed.
Karen felt her climax peaking like a thunderbolt. Dr. While, she knew, had also reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. The woman was breathing a bit easier now, her fingers caressing the sides of Karen's head while her cunt slipped up and down in more regular, easy movements. The teen sighed happily, feeling a warm glow spreading over her dampened flesh.. And then she thought of the restraint, the abuse, the torment of being taken down here and submitted to medieval torture before being raped like this! The goodness of that feeling evaporated when Karen remembered where she was and for what reason.
In a moment the room was silent except for the heavy panting of the two women. As Karen began to come down from her high, the beer enema started once more to cramp her belly. Wincing in pain, the girl squeezed her ass muscles around the hard spigot, feeling the pleasure fade away even more as the pain of her stuffed bowels built more and more in her body.
"Ohhh, please ... ohh, it's hurting me so, hurting ..."
Martha sighed, stretching her arms high above her head as if she'd just awakened. Peering down at the helpless bound girl, she smiled, knowing full well what Karen was referring to.
"Are we uncomfortable?" she sneered, smirking down at Karen who nodded her head quickly up and down.
Martha moved with maddening slowness. Karen now was panting heavily, feeling panic that she would shit all over herself.
"Well, we'll see what we can do about that."
Slowly, methodically, Dr. While released the fear-stricken teen. First came the chain, dropping Karen fully to the ground. Next came the wristbands and finally the cuffs still pinning her elbows together.
"Where ..." Karen started to ask.
Martha While pointed to a small brown door at the end of the room. Brushing by the doctor, Karen raced and barely made it. The explosion of the liquid in her bowels was so powerful she nearly felt a mini orgasm explode in her still-sensitive clit. Behind the door, she could hear Martha While laughing at her. Sitting there on the toilet after having flushed, Karen put her head in her hands and fought back the desire to fall into hysteria.
"Come on, Karen, it's time to leave, even though I know you'd prefer to stay and have another ... treatment," Dr. While said.
Another treatment? Karen shivered, reaching back and flushing again. This one had nearly killed her, she thought.
Karen washed herself off, looking about to see if perhaps there were some way out of here. She could find none. She left the room.
"Here, you'll put these back on. We have better clothing for you in your room when you get back. Don't forget your suitcase." Martha nodded, coiling her long chestnut hair back in its tight-fitting bun behind her head once more.
Karen slowly dressed, pulling her clothes over her naked body, wondering if what had happened had been a dream. No, there was the keg, the chains, the cuffs. There were the aches in her arms and legs. And, most importantly, there was the strong buzzing sensation still between her thighs. Dr. While had cruelly treated her, there was no doubt to that.
"This way ... back to the main building, Karen."
She received the institutional clothing that day-a white gown that clung strangely to her young, voluptuous body. They had taken her clothes, searching her suitcase for any alcohol before letting her have it. Two male guards escorted Karen from Dr. While's study after she had another "talk" with the girl explaining the basic rules of the manor. It was a prison, pure and simple. Karen sat in the high-backed wooden chair, listening to Martha While go on about one rule and the other. There was very little liberty in this place. The thing making her shudder was the fact that Martha could call on her at any time of day or night and orchestrate yet another treatment. The thought of submitting to Dr. While again filled the trembling teen with dread and a strange kind of excitement. What on earth was happening to her? As she sat there, listening to the torrent of abuse coming from the older woman, Karen asked herself that question again and again.
"Here's your room. You'll sharing it with Teri Williams until we have some more room. The place's really popular lately," one of the male attendants said, opening the door for her.
Karen stepped in, feeling his eyes burning hotly into her ass. She could tell he was interested in her, and she thanked goodness for the strict discipline Dr. While apparently instilled in her staff as well as her patients. Stepping into the small room, Karen immediately saw a girl about her age sitting forlornly on the edge of one of two bunks. The girl immediately jumped up, nearly standing at attention when she realized one of the male attendants was in the doorway.
"Relax, Teri. Dr. While doesn't want you for another session ... yes."
The girl sighed, pushing back her brown hair and smiling weakly. Still she said nothing until the door was closed and locked. Then, extending one hand, she began to speak.
"Hi, my name's Teri Williams. I've been here for nearly a month."
One month? The thought took Karen's breath away. She stared open-mouthed at the young girl, dropping her small suitcase to the floor.
"I guess you've gotten Dr. While's introduction to the place, right? Her first treatment?"
Karen blushed furiously, lowering her eyes while pressing her fingers against her ill-fitting shift.
"I thought so. She wouldn't let someone as pretty as you go unused for long," Teri said, her voice trembling slightly.
"What are you in here for?" Karen asked, anxious to change the subject.
"Oh, probably the same as you ... alcohol," Teri said, her voice lilting as she leaned back on her bunk and smiled again. "My folks thought I was drinking too much and heard about this place. They said it had an incredible cure rate. But I wonder from what ... sanity?"
"It's terrible, this place!"
"Well, that's the understatement of the world. Wait till you've been here one month," I Teri said, her voice lowering. Karen moved to her small white bunk, sitting on the edge and drawing her knees together. She felt her flesh crawling as Teri moved closer. "The woman's crazy, I think, really crazy. She's got more rooms in here with all kinds of weird stuff in them."
"Weird ... stuff?" Karen asked, swallowing hard.
"It's got nothing to do with alcoholism-at least, I don't think so. I've never seen some of the crap she's got around here. That old creep who built this place must've brought it from England. You know, all that medieval shit people used to torture one another with. I think she's just using us for jollies, you know?"
Karen shook her head. She was a victim, a true victim. She was no alcoholic-certainly, not as Teri had been. And yet her parents had shunted her off to this horrid place where, instead of treatment, she was going to be used like some animal.
"It's not so bad ... after you get used to it," Teri added, seeing the panic rising in Karen's eyes and feeling somewhat sorry for her. "I guess you saw it could even be fun ... for a while. I just don't know when I'm getting ... getting out of here. That's the real bad part."
Karen's voice broke as she tried to say something back.
"Hey, that's okay, let it all out. You've been through a lot for your first day. Like I said, you'll get used to it," Teri said, sliding over to the girl's bunk and putting a comforting arm around her.
The two cried together, then chatted, each one giving the other a bit of encouragement as the hours passed by. It must have been nearly five when their conversation lagged. Karen could feel her stomach rumbling. She was hungry.
"Meal time's around six o'clock. But don't think it's any social event," Teri said, glancing up nervously at the small glass window high in the door. "You can't say one word to anyone up there. The girls all look the other way. They punish you if you talk. I shouldn't even be talking to you now, but I'm sick and tired of not saying anything to anyone and ... quick, get over on your bunk," Teri suddenly hissed, pushing Karen away violently.
Karen thought she'd heard something too and rapidly moved, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. The doorknob rattled ominously. There was the sound of keys rattling.
"Karen Blackman?"
A tall thick-necked attendant was standing in the doorway, the ring of keys in one hand. Immediately she thought of Dr. While, of the horrible room, of her climax that had nearly knocked her unconscious. Tensing, she stood, feeling as if she were being called to her own execution.
"Come with me."
Karen looked back at Teri who shot her an encouraging look, then leaned back on her bunk. The blonde teen shuffled past the guard, keeping her eyes modestly down, wondering what was going to happen to her now. Again she noticed the halls were empty. The only sound other than the shuffling of her feet was the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lighting.
"This way," the man told her.
They moved past several more doors, just like the one guarding her room. There were girls behind there, she guessed, in the same plight as her. Karen wondered how many of them had experienced the same mixed feelings of pain and pleasure as she had with Dr. While.
"In here," the man commanded.
Karen saw they had stopped by a small elevator door. The attendant was holding it open for her, nodding for her to enter. She did so, still keeping her eyes turned away from his. He stepped in, pushed one button, and the door squeakily slid shut.
"Name's Jack, by the way. Just like it says on my tag."
Karen blinked, looking up at the big man. He was somewhat handsome-looking more like a weight-lifter rather than a hospital attendant. She smiled shyly in greeting, then dropped her eyes once more. The elevator stopped, the door squeaking back open. A man stepped in.
"Hey, man, gimme a ride up to the next floor. I ... ahhh, a new one, huh? Ol' Martha get a chance to get her fingers onto her yet?" the man asked.
"Probably. She's been here for a couple of hours, Greig."
Karen moved back as far as she could in the small elevator car as the second attendant slipped in and the door closed. She felt the pressure of his strong body against hers. His hands were doing things, moving up along her thighs. Clenching her fingers, she slapped his hand away as it gathered up her dress and began sliding it up over her bare asscheeks.
"Man, Martha ain't got to her yet," Greig said, patting Karen softly on the thigh, then slapping her so hard it made her yelp. "She's still got some modesty left."
Jack let out a sharp laugh as the elevator stopped on the designated floor.
"She won't have much of that left when Martha gets through with her."
"Where's she goin', by the way?" Greig asked as they stepped out.
"Another treatment, I guess. I'm early with her. Thought I'd get some early chow before shoving off for home," Jack said.
"Oh yeah?"
Greig arched his eyebrows, flashing his friend a smile. Karen heard the elevator doors closing behind her. Something was brewing, something she didn't like.
"Let's say we have some fun with the little tramp. Martha won't know, 'cause this little one ain't gonna say nothin'," Greig went on, caressing Karen's silken blonde hair.
"No!" The teen shrank away from his touch, slapping his hand away again.
"You sure got a way with women. She's just achin' to take you on," Jack laughed, slipping one hand under Karen's arm and dragging her behind him.
"No, no, don't ... help, someone, they're going to ..." Karen began shouting loudly, her legs folding over one another as the men dragged her unwillingly down the corridor.
"Shut the little slut up!"
"I thought Dr. While told you to obey all of us here, baby." With that, Jack slammed her against the wall, raising one hand high above his head, then bringing it down in a broad arc. Karen had barely enough time to see the five opened fingers cutting through the air before they struck. She let out a scream, her shout cut short by the dry smacking sound of his opened fist against her face.
The sharp blow stunned Karen, its force sending her body sliding across the wall. She felt her knees buckling as she slipped to the floor. Jack caught her, putting one of his bearlike arms around her tits and hauling her off like a sack of potatoes. They moved down the corridor some twenty feet before Greig fished out his set of keys and opened a nearby door.
Jack reared back, throwing Karen into the room. She fell forward, her arms spread out in front of her to break the tumble. The fall jarred every bone in her body. Looking around after having recovered somewhat, she found she was in a space somewhat similar to the one Dr. While had tortured her in. Only, this time, there were two men, both of them anxious to show her a treatment of their own.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Nooo, stop this, stop!"
Karen inched away from the approaching men, her pulse racing madly. Jack was rubbing his cock through his white clothes, having unbuttoned the high-collared white jacket he wore. Greig was standing by the door, checking the lock to make sure it was firm, then turning around and starting to disrobe.
"Man, I think we got ourselves a hot little chick. Yeah, she's gonna be ripe for the pokin' ... first me, then you," Greig said.
"We'll figure out priorities later on at fuckin'," Jack said, wiping one hairy hand over his lips as he stared hotly at Karen.
The girl darted to the left, then to the right, rushing back and forth madly while whimpering. No way out. There just was no way out! Horrible instruments of torture were hanging from the wall. Karen's eyes took in the terrible things and her heart sank.
"No, oh no, no, don't, this is madness! Please, don't!"
"Shut the little slut up!" Greig snapped, wrinkling his forehead in irritation.
"Yeah, she's too fuckin' loud."
Karen stopped her desperate yammering, her eyes widening even more as Jack rushed to her. Remembering the hard slap he'd awarded her in the corridor, the girl began screaming again, flailing away at the air. Her nails cut into his face as he attempted to get near her.
Karen saw there was no hope for her. Jack knocked her hands away. A small red mark on his right face had appeared where she had cut him.
"Get the fuckin' ball gag. We're gonna get good shit from this one," Jack growled.
He held her wrists down, his fingers tightening on her flesh so hard Karen thought he was going to crush the tiny bones. Karen clenched her teeth together, her head snapping from left to right while her hair tangled around her throat. She wanted to scream again for help. But of course no one would hear her. Besides, her cries were obviously angering the men now.
"Here you go, man. Shut the little slut up now. I don't wanna hear her screamin' all fuckin' night," Greig said, flashing a nasty look at Karen.
The girl stared at the strange device-a bright-yellow ball to which several straps were attached in triangular fashion. Jack told her to be still-not to move, not to speak or he would knock her senseless to the floor. Letting her go, the big attendant slipped the "trainer," as he called it, into her mouth. The ball fitted tightly between her teeth, making her jaws hurt.
"That's it, baby. That's it, swallow it down, all the way back," he said, narrowing his eyes and pushing the latex ball back until Karen felt her tongue cramping from the pressure.
Two straps fitted on either side of her nose forming a perfect triangle with the bottom one attached to the ball. Another strap led from the peak of the nose straps over her head, attached to two lower ones fitting just behind her ears. It was a kind of opened leather mask, the rubber ball pressing hard against her teeth and gagging all but the most muffled groans from the young teen.
"There, she ain't gonna say much."
"Okay, man, now we can get down to real business," Greig said, unzipping his pants.
"Yeah, and let's make sure she ain't gonna get away for a while. Right here," Jack said, nodding toward a large wooden cross nailed firmly to the wall behind her.
"Yeah, that's real good, real fine," Greig agreed.
"Come on, honey, up there, up there on the platform."
Karen had no choice. She stepped forward, turning around, letting Jack unbutton her white shift and peel it from her narrow shoulders. His hands stopped at her waist, trailing the curves gently, teasingly. For one mad second Karen wished he would touch her, touch her the way Dr. While had touched her earlier. She felt her thigh flesh tensing, puckering up with excitement while his fingers lingered on her thighs for one long moment.
"Man, she's got a hot little pussy ... a nice set of tits too," Jack breathed, sliding her gown all the way down.
"Yeah, real nice ... nice 'n' hot. Gonna feel good when I poke that little slut with my dick."
Karen felt Jack turning her around, positioning her so her bare asscheeks pressed up against the wall.
"Okay, baby, put your hands over your head. I'll do the rest."
It was like being crucified! There were small metal cuffs at either end of the wide cross dangling open. Into these Jack slipped Karen's hands, snapping them tightly against her wrists, which were still a little sore from the roping they'd received earlier.
"Now the legs," Jack said.
Karen did as she was told, spreading her legs, feeling Jack's hands fumbling around her ankles as he attached the bottom cuffs to her. She was spread-eagled for them now, her bare ass rubbing up against the rough wall while her arms and legs were held captive by the metal cuffs. Carefully swallowing the spit lodged behind the rubber ball, Karen looked from man to man, her heart sinking with each passing second.
"Gonna teach the little slut some lessons here about bein' nice to the attendants. It ain't nice to cut up their faces," Jack said, rubbing the injured spot on his cheek.
How Karen regretted that move. She would have sold her soul to have changed history. But nothing could change the past. Reaching in one pocket, Jack pulled out a pack of matches, flipping open the top and pulling one out. Karen watched with growing apprehension as he struck one, holding it up to her face. The acrid smell of the smoke and burning sulphur made her wrinkle up her nose. She turned her head away, pulling instinctively at her arms. The movement only chafed her flesh.
He was holding the flame up to her right nipple. Karen flinched, her fingers working against one another while her flesh broke out into goose bumps. More tiny beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she moaned softly through the latex rubber ball gag.
"You know, she's got real nice pink nipples, man," Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. He was moving the yellowish flame from tit to tit, carefully watching the girl as her forehead wrinkled in terror. A pulse leaped at her throat as Karen swallowed nervously. Her eyes followed the fire as if it were a pendulum of doom.
"And, you know, somethin' like this fire can make 'em redder. You know that, baby?"
Karen rolled her eyes upward, tugging desperately at her arms, feeling the chafing of the restraining cuffs against her wrists. She moved her hips from side to side, praying that something would give, that something wouldn't hold and she'd be able to escape. But the wood behind her only groaned with her desperate, wild thrashing. Again, Jack moved the fire back to her right nipple, moving it closer and closer until it began warming the flesh all around the tense tit tip. Karen stopped moving. She was breathing hard, her breaths coming in wheezing pants through her flared nostrils while more and more sweat broke out around her shoulders and forehead. Her nipple began throbbing as it burned under the heat. The flame could only be a half-inch away or so.
It was as if someone had touched her tit tip with a burning needle! Karen arched her spine, jerking her body away from the flame as much as she could. She bowed outward, her bones cracking with the effort while the cuffs kept her wrists and ankles firmly attached to the cross. He had touched her nipple with the fire! Tears flowed from her eyes, oozing down her flushed cheeks as the terrible agony throbbed through her tits.
"Damn!" Jack shook his hand, blowing out the match that had singed his fingers.
Her nipple was so sore from where the yellow flame had licked. The girl tried moving her legs together, the cuffs keeping her ankles firmly attached to the splintery wood behind her. Jack was pulling another match from the pack, bending it in half, then striking again. A bright orange-bluish flame erupted from the tip, dying to a steady yellow once more, Karen flinched, drawing back as far as she could while a sheen of perspiration coated her flesh. Not again! Oh dear God, not again! This time he took less time drawing the fire to her. His eyes were fixed on hers, peering down almost to her soul, it seemed.
"Now for the other nipple," he said in a breathless voice.
Karen chewed down on the obscene gag, her spittle gathering up behind the ball as she watched the flickering flame draw up to her left tit tip. The pinching intensity of the fire made her areola wrinkle up with tension as her toes and fingers curled. Jack smiled that awful, cynical smile she had begun to associate with his crudely handsome face.
Karen bowed her body out again, her spine curling until it threatened to snap while her shoulders pressed against the cross behind her. More tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to yammer out the agony knifing through her body. Jack laughed more loudly, keeping the fire in touch with the jiggling tit. For a moment, Karen thought she would pass out. Never before had she experienced such pain!
Again the flame, again the agony shooting through her nipple and stabbing directly into her clit. The girl jerked and twisted like a mad woman, bound from head to foot. It was terrible to be tortured and unable to strike back at the pain!
"Ughghhghhhhh!"
Jack took the match away, blowing out the small fire and tossing the charred stick into the girl's face. Karen coughed, her head hanging from her shoulders, her hair curtaining her flushed face. She panted heavily, sucking in air around the gagging ball. Her mind spun around and around. What were they doing to her? Why were they doing it? Oh yes. Treatment of her "problem." Karen nearly laughed at that thought. Her only problem was imprisonment in this madhouse!
"Let's try it down lower," Greig suggested, nodding to the opened pack of matches still in his buddy's hand.
"Yeah, how sensitive are you down there, baby? You like to have a hot pussy? Most guys dig girls who've got real hot cunts. Bet you got one before what I'm gonna do to you."
Karen shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Again there was the sound of a match being struck! The girl jerked her head up, finding herself staring directly into the animalistic eyes of her tormentor. He was excited, openly excited from causing her all this pain and degradation. She could smell that acrid aroma of burning sulphur again, followed by the odor of burning tobacco. Glancing down, she saw that Jack had lit a cigarette, having stomped on the match. He was holding the burning cigarette in one hand, spreading open her pussy lips with the other. Greig was humming, rubbing his hard-on through his white uniform trousers. She could see how long and thick his prick was. But, at this moment, thoughts of his cock were far less important than ideas of what Jack was going to do to her.
Her thighs quivered to his touch, her pussy tightening on thin air when he brushed his fingertips against the outer lips of her cunt.
"Whew! She's got one hell of a grip on her pussy. She's ready for anything." Jack drew the cigarette down, wafting it several times over her inner thighs.
Each time, Karen whimpered, her knees quivering against the wood behind her. Her ankles and wrists twisted sweatily in their iron bonds while her ass jiggled. There was a sizzling sound! The heat! The pain! Karen jerked her head down and saw Jack burning some of her curly blonde cuntal hairs with the cigarette. She screamed, standing up on her tiptoes, yanking wildly at the unyielding iron cuffs. Her tits slapped from side to side while her arches cramped from her ungoverned moves. He was going to burn her cunt.
"Hey, man, don't forget ol' Martha,"
Greig cautioned, resting a restraining hand on Jack's shoulder. "Remember, she don't like the girls gettin' too marked up before she's through with 'em. Remember the Kellerman girl? You almost got your ass canned for that one. And who the fuck wants to lose this kinda job?"
Jack drew the cigarette away for a second, nodding his head.
"Yeah, high pay and all the pussy you can eat and fuck after the doc gets through with 'em. Okay, bitch, you been saved for a second," Jack said, glancing up at her mockingly.
Karen sighed, relaxing her muscles. It was only a trick on Jack's part. Just when he saw her sagging in her bonds, he moved the cigarette back to her pussy, grinding the burning end against the muscle directly below her clit. Karen couldn't believe he had done such a thing. She felt the pressure against the sensitive area. Her body stiffened as if someone had poured concrete in her veins. There was a numbness at first from the shock. Then came an icy coldness so intense she shivered, quickly followed by blistering heat that sizzled her brain.
Again and again the girl's heart-rending cries bounced off the walls as her body shivered and twisted against the sadistic torture. How she burned at that touch! And what was more incredible was the arousal that pain had given her. Again she screamed loudly, chewing down on the gagging latex ball and nearly swallowing it. The leather restraints seemed to be pulling tighter against her skull, making it almost impossible for her to breathe!
Her legs fought to close on that burning, burrowing needle of a cigarette. But the cuffs kept her from making a move. She kept on screaming, her clit quivering. The cigarette hissed and went out, extinguished by her cunt-juice. Jack raised his eyebrows, surprised at the sudden rush of the fluid. He laughed softly, pulling the cigarette from her cunt and tossing it to the floor. He stood up, Karen's screams and whimpering becoming a bore to him.
"You like cock, baby? You like to have your cunt stuck with a prick-maybe two of 'em?" Jack said, glancing over one shoulder at Greig. The other attendant was anxiously rubbing his prick through his trousers.
"Yeah, man, stuck by both of us-maybe one of us up your ass. A real ass-fuck, baby, your ass splittin' with my cock," Greig said.
The words were almost more terrible than the pain she had just suffered. Shrinking back again, she looked from one man to the other, smelling the horrid odor of her burped pussy hairs and wondering what other things the men had planned for her.
"Well, we gotta wait for that-all of us," Jack said, scratching his chin. "Martha's gonna be waitin' for this one, and if she's late, she's gonna know what the fuck's happened."
Greig reluctantly agreed, helping his buddy take Karen down from the cross. He tossed her her wrinkled shift, warning her not to say one word about what had happened here.
Karen muttered her agreement, shuffling behind Jack after Greig had copped a lingering feel under her gown. Moving behind the attendant, her head properly lowered, the girl felt her pride, her will and her self-confidence evaporating slowly but steadily under these horrid conditions. Abuse and pain-these people were experts in administering it. Their purpose was obviously to reduce her and anyone else in the manor to a sex slave to serve whatever pleasure they wanted. Alcoholic treatment was simply the front, the excuse for their strict behavior, Karen felt, as she walked into yet another treatment room.
"Ah, you're a little late. No matter," Dr. While said, glancing at her digital watch and looking at the downcast Karen. "I see you aren't pleased by your arrangements here, are you, dear?" Dr. While's face twisted into an ironic smile. "Well, we'll just have to work harder at putting you at ease. The first few days are the most difficult, aren't they, Jack?"
"She'll do fine here, Dr. While."
"Mmmmm, I think so too. But perhaps we'd better make sure she understands just what's expected of her. I find most people adjust best when they understand the rules of their surroundings, don't you think so?"
With that, Martha While again unfastened the white bone clip holding her hair in a tight bun, shaking the hair free. Karen knew that more torture was in store for her. She nearly blurted out what had just happened to her. But then she looked at Jack and stopped, glancing back down at the floor. Perhaps Dr. While would have had mercy on her, knowing what agony she'd recently endured and would have let her go. Perhaps not. But the thought of angering Jack made her remain still. She would endure whatever Martha While threw at her. Surely, her "treatment" couldn't last ail that long.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Wh ... what are you going to do to me?" Karen stammered.
Martha only smiled that awful, cynical smile, nodding to Jack, then to the long wooden rack behind the girl.
"Put her on it. Fasten the cuffs tightly. I don't want to have her sliding off."
Karen wheeled around as Jack took her by the right wrist. His eyes warned her once more not to say a word about their "session" as he led her to a long, wooden, medieval rack. It was identical to the one the girl had seen earlier. By the head were several gears, all made of wood. Four leather cuffs-two at one end, two at the other-dangled from the wooden base. Jack moved the girl around, ordering her to stretch out on the base and put her arms high above her head. Karen had no choice. Swallowing down another lump of fear, the girl did as she was instructed, feeling her shift inching up over her knees as she rested on the splintery wood.
"Now, you might call this reinforcement of your former treatment," Martha While said, rubbing one long finger under her chin. "I just want you to get the idea of how seriously we take your problem, Karen."
Jack was busily tightening the straps around the teen's wrists, pulling them shut so tightly the girl winced at the pressure.
"There we go, baby. Now for the ankles."
Jack moved down to her legs, spreading them, rubbing his fingers teasingly along her ankles before strapping them to the worn leather cuffs. In a moment, the girl was bound to the rack, her ass rubbing up against the splintery wood as it had rubbed against the wall moments earlier. It was a continuing nightmare, one that seemed to grow worse and worse with every passing second.
"Now," Martha said, pleased at Jack's handiwork, "did you, or did you not sell alcohol to your friends at school?"
Karen looked up through tear-strained eyes at Martha, then at Jack. She shook her head, sucking in her lower pouting lip and biting down hard. Martha nodded at Jack who had taken up a position behind the gears. Karen saw him bending down, then heard a creaking sound. Suddenly she felt the cuffs tugging up at her wrists, pulling her arms tighter while the restraints around her ankles held firm.
"Uhhhhh!"
They were stretching her, stretching her the way the Inquisition used to torture their victims until they confessed to some meaningless crime!
"Jack is very good at this, Karen. I should warn you. Now, I'll ask again. Did you sell liquor to your friends at school?"
"No!" The girl nearly shouted the answer, angry at her parents for having put her here, and furious at Dr. While and her associates for tormenting her.
"Well, we can't have that kind of attitude so early in the game, can we?" Martha said, a little taken aback by Karen's shout.
The rack groaned again, the gears turning slowly and making the surface shudder. But the sounds were lost on the girl. She could only feel the pressure tugging up at her arms, the leather bonds digging into her already injured wrist-flesh. The muscles and tendons were stretching painfully now, a dull throbbing starting up in both shoulders. Karen jerked her head from left to right, her elbows knocking violently against the hard surface. She sobbed, coughing as the gears continued to squeak above her.
"No, please, stop it ... oh God, you're going to tear me apart!"
The leather straps chewed into her ankles, tugging downward at her legs. How her kneecaps ached from the increasing pressure above her! Jack stopped his horrible movements for the moment. Karen could feel her body trying to adjust to the incredible pressure as Martha walked around to her. She felt the older woman's icy fingers tracing her cheekbones, trailing down to her tits, barely visible above the loose-fitting smock. Martha stopped, digging one nail like a knife into the girl's right shoulder. Karen trembled.
"It's such a shame to do something like this to young women like this one," Martha said to no one in particular. "But, still, she refused to admit to her problem. Karen, I'm asking you again, did you sell liquor to your friends at school?"
The girl paused for a second, wondering if she should lie to save herself more pain.
Martha While didn't wait for the girl to decide. Jack inched the gears up another notch. A dull throbbing ache turned into a sharp stab of pain in her arms and shoulders. Her bare legs flailed against the hard wooden rack. Again and again the blonde teen howled, her voice cracking with the pain she felt as the leather restraints held her arms and legs.
"Do you have anything to say?" Dr. While was pushing her face into Karen's, leering down at her while the awful restraints threatened to tear her body in half!
Another notch! Karen shrieked, her voice shrilling past soprano. Her face became a mask of intense pain as tears streaked her flushed cheeks. The girl thought she could hear the tiny bones of her wrists and ankles cracking from the strain while her tendons began pulling away from her stretched bones. The cords stood out from Karen's neck as scream after scream ripped from her throat.
"Take her down." Martha sighed, shaking her head from side to side as Jack reluctantly eased the gears back.
Karen felt the immediate relaxation of tension around her arms and legs and nearly fainted with gratitude. She gasped the air greedily, praying to God that this was the end of her second session.
"You still don't seem to understand what I told you in the first place, dear," Dr. While said, shaking more of her loose brown hair down over her shoulders. "Cooperation. That's what this is all about-that and discipline. And I see you have neither."
More bondage! Karen begged Jack in a whisper not to do this to her again.
"Oh please, please, leave me alone! My wrists are so sore! Please, I don't think I can take it," she whimpered softly as he gathered her up from the rack and led her to a section in the room where two short lengths of chain rested on the floor, attached to two eye hooks driven into the flagstone. Directly above was a long wooden pole parallel to the floor, attached to the ceiling by a single length of chain.
"Don't have any choice, baby. I ain't gonna wind up on my ass because of you. And, like I said, you don't fuck around with me and blab or I swear I'll get to you before they throw me out."
The threat was enough to keen the girl quiet.
"Put here there," Jack," Dr. While said.
Karen was terrified. More pain. Oh God, there'd be more pain, more bondage! She wished she could have blacked out before enduring this. But her own stubbornness plus something else she couldn't quite understand kept her very conscious. She stood there, her teeth starting to chatter as Dr. While whispered something softly to the chief attendant.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said.
Karen was told her arms had to be raised. She knew already what would happen. Sighing, she did as she was told, feeling Jack strap her wrists tightly to the horizontal bar above her head. Her arms were wide apart, the distance making her sore shoulders ache even more.
"Please ..."
But there was no mercy here. Jack dropped to his feet, locking the chains to two cuffs he wrapped around her ankles. Once again the girl found herself bound, her arms and legs useless to her. Karen groaned. Half hanging by the wrists, half standing on her toes, the young teen shivered under the pressure pulling her spine. Stretched and taut. They had made her a living X. Her head slowly turned from one side to the other as she assessed the degree of her bondage. It was the only real movement she could make.
"Ain't she somethin' else like this?" Jack said, running his fingers lightly up and down her tits.
"Take off her smock, Jack. Rip it off if you have to," Martha said, her voice trembling.
Karen shuddered when she felt the big attendant's fingers gripping the collar of her gown, tearing the garment in half with one mighty rip. Her arms and legs jiggled against the chains from that one mighty move. She stood there in the spread position almost as she had stood attached to that awful cross in the other room, her cunt completely exposed and stretched open by her pose.
It was then the teen saw something in Martha's hand, something that made her cringe-a whip! Martha tapped the leather-wrapped handle lightly against one thigh, her thin lips curling again into that awful smile that made Karen blanch.
"You still defy me and the school. There's only one way to make sure you listen to us-to change, as it were."
"No, no!"
Karen's jaw slackened, her eyes bulging as she took in the length of that horrible weapon. Martha's long fingers were trembling slightly, gripping the handle hard as she studied the helpless girl hanging in front of her.
"Oh yes, Karen, yes."
Martha stepped up to the young girl, draping the long pliant leather whip over her right arm. Karen shuddered, closing her eyes while her teeth chattered against one another. The cold touch of the black leather against her flesh like that made her shuddder inwardly. She dared not make a move or make a sound! She was waiting now, waiting for the pain. This would be sharper than the rack, more brutal than the dildo, harder than the slaps she'd been forced to endure before. Martha smiled more broadly, wrapping the whip around Karen's neck now, tightening the lashing end around her throat. Karen opened her eyes, feeling the pressure from the leather cutting the air from her windpipe.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Feel it now, Karen? Do you feel the whip, the whip that's going to teach you lessons you've never dreamed of?"
Dr. While grinned that hellish smile some more, tightening the whip, then relaxing its grip, letting it slide like a snake from the girl's neck. Karen shook her head, sucking in air to feed her oxygen-starved lungs. Dr. While stepped back, snapping the whip, straightening against the floor. Karen watched in mute fascination, barely feeling the painful pressure of the wrist and ankle bands.
Karen watched as Dr. While's arm jerked up, the whip coiling in the air and snapping loudly. She swore she could see something like electrical sparks jumping from the weapon as it arched in the thickening air, then sliced down toward her body.
"Eaghghghhghghghhgaiyeyeeeee!"
Never had she experienced such pain before. The leather tip sliced into the flesh just above her lower right rib. Karen shrieked again, her body twisting and bouncing shakily against the restraining chains. The bar overhead groaned as the girl yammered, tossing her head between her raised, stretched arms. The pain stabbed hard into her brain.
"Now, I ask you again, dear, about the alcohol ..."
"Yes, oh yes, yes I did it, I sold it to my friends," Karen whispered, the words tumbling one over the other.
"Well, that's more like it," Martha said, tapping the whip once more against her thighs. "It's too bad we've had to resort to this. But, just to make sure you understand the punishment for being too slow with your confessions, I'll continue."
"No, no, what do you want?"
Karen's question went unanswered. Again the whip snapped into the air, the long leather line cracking in the air like a pistol shot. Karen screamed, half-closing her eyes and bracing herself as best she could while the whip hissed toward her bound body.
"Yaghghghhghghhh!"
The dry smacking of the leather against her flesh sent shivers of pain through her entire body. This time the leather whipped across her belly, tearing at the soft flesh and knocking the wind from her lungs. Karen jerked forward, her arms and legs tugging furiously at the chains restraining her. Again the iron bar overhead groaned from the violent moves of her body. Karen hung her head down between her aching shoulders, her hair curtaining her face. Her tits swelled slightly while her nipples reddened. And, to her chagrin, there was another change-one between her legs. As Dr. While paused yet another time, a strange kind of tightening warmth began to spread over her cunt. Did Dr. While notice this? Karen raised her head slightly, peering through her hair. Martha was standing there, her uniform clinging damply to her lithe body while her eyes glittered with that unholy glare of excitement. Yes, she knew!
"Little slut. You're starting to enjoy this, aren't you? This isn't punishment-it's a kind of recess for you."
And behind her there was Jack, breathing heavily, barely restraining himself as Dr. While reared back for another blow.
"Nooooo!" the teen screamed.
Karen jerked her head back, letting that yowl of protest bounce off the ceiling. There was another crack, another smacking sound as the whip chewed into her pink, resilient belly flesh.
"Yowowowowwwwwww!"
Karen felt the world sinking away from her. She had nearly lost consciousness at that last blow. The leather bands on her wrists and ankles were starting to cut as if they were knives. And that last blow had cut across both her nipples. It had been lighter than the others. But the leather biting across such a sensitive area had nearly knocked the sobbing teen out.
Martha doubled the whip, drawing closer to the girl and slashing the doubled end across her face. Karen shrieked, the force of the blow snapping her head to one side.
"I'm through with her, Jack. You may amuse yourself as you choose. Just make sure she has dinner before lights out," Martha said, regaining some of her composure and dropping the whip to the floor.
Karen almost wanted to beg the doctor to stay, not to leave her here with this maniac. But Dr. While knew what she was doing, The girl watched in despair as the older woman slipped from the room, closing the door while coiling her hair back up in that awful bun.
"Yeah, she's left you to me, baby. And now we can finish up what we started."
Jack walked up to her, smoothing his big fingers around her tits, her thighs, her belly, then down to her cunt. Karen groaned, grinding her teeth together. She knew he was going to hurt her, to cause her much pain before he fucked her.
And that was exactly what happened. Jack grabbed at Karen's pussy, twisting a fistful of her blonde hairs around and around. The girl's ass tensed, her legs jerking hard against the ankle restraints as more tears shot from her eyes. It was as if a thousand fiery needles were piercing her cunt. He kept pulling and tearing at her cunt hairs, the exploding pain knifing through her again and again.
Jack jerked his hand back, ripping cunt hairs from her swelling pussy mound. Karen snapped her head back and screamed again. Unable to control herself, the girl felt something warm and wet trickling down her thighs. Piss! She was disgracing herself, pissing on her own body from the fear and pain assailing her.
"You lousy, filthy little bitch!" Jack barked, shaking the hair from his hands and watching as the girl pissed on herself. "You can't even wait till we're through, huh?"
He bent over and picked up the whip, doubling it and striding over to her. The big man raised his hand, bringing the weapon down across her face, across her lips, across the tops of her tits. Karen struggled, sobbing hysterically, crying out for help even though she knew none would be coming. The girl felt her hands going numb. Again she screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't even remember having heard before. Jack only laughed at her torment, slashing and hitting her again and again with the leather whip until the teen was nearly numb with overwhelming pain.
"Nooooo!" she cried.
Karen felt his fingers gripping her cunt flesh. She knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, vulnerable skin of her pussy lips. And how her inner cuntlips were on fire, almost burning with lust as his fingers moved up and down over her swollen pussy mound.
But Jack wasn't only interested in toying with her cunt. Again he backed away, lashing and beating at the girl, grabbing more of her cunt, tearing out more of her pussy hairs.
Jack was growling at her, his words lost in the red rage of his sadistic fury. Karen was certain he would kill her as she hung there helplessly from the ceiling. With a sob, the girl closed her eyes in defeat.
CHAPTER SIX
Again the gag was used on her. Jack had tired once more of listening to Karen's whimpering. While she still hung limply, almost lifelessly from the ceiling, the young stud had found another ball gag. Karen didn't bother fighting him this time. She opened her mouth on command, swallowing the ball until she felt the latex sliding over her molars. Jack fixed the leather straps around the back of her head, pulling them tight.
"We're gonna keep you here, baby, but we're gonna change some things first."
Karen watched, her arms still high above her head and spread as Jack dragged a small wooden stool over to her. Looking down, the girl saw there was a half-inch wide leather strap with a buckle attached to the top of the stool.
"Now, we're gonna see just how fuckin' hot you are, baby ... and I won't need you to tell me how the fuck you feel."
Jack reached up, unfastening the wrist cuffs, letting Karen fall against him.
"Yeah, you're pretty tired from all this shit, baby. But I'm gonna spike you up. You ain't gonna feel much like sleepin' when ol' Jack sticks his fat dick into you."
In spite of herself, the girl felt something like a rush of hope splash around her. Unfastening the chains around her ankles. Jack kept the cuffs fastened to her legs, half-dragging, half-carrying the girl to the stool. Karen tried to shake herself to a higher state of consciousness and he upended her, sitting her on the small bench.
"Uhhhh ..." Karen groaned in her misery.
Jack ran his fingers through her pussy hairs again, laughing at her distress.
She gasped as Jack bent over and grabbed one leg, hauling it roughly from the floor. She spread her arms out and leaned forward to keep from toppling backward from the stool. He was stretching her leg up higher and higher, grasping her hard by the ball of her foot until her ankle was brushing against one end of the overhead horizontal bar. Quickly the young stud fastened her leg cuff to the bar, grabbing the other leg and doing the same to it. Karen found herself in a spread-eagled position once more. This time, her legs were high in the air, her ass pinching down against the hard seat of that three-legged stool.
"This'll keep you from slidin' around too much, just like the straps in the rack did."
He stretched the brown leather belt tightly around her waist, fastening the girl to the stool with one movement.
"Now, for the fun," he said.
Karen watched as he shed his shirt, then unbuckled his white tight-fitting trousers and slipped them over his knees. She saw he was wearing a jockstrap-an old, worn, sweaty one that he began fingering and shoving down. Through the dirty ribbed material she could clearly make out the outline of his prick-long, thick, meaty. Her heart pounded crazily as the elastic straps slipped over his hips and down his legs. Immediately his cock sprang up-hard and throbbing, the thick blue veins pulsing against the dark-pink outer skin. Karen swallowed again. She could see his leathery balls rising in their sac, pressing up against his groin. Stepping out from his trousers and jockstrap, he kicked the garments away, scratching his balls. His prick wagged back and forth with each slow step he took.
"This is gonna feel real nice, fucking into your cunt, baby. Bet it's the first time you been fucked-except for those damned dildos ol' Martha reamed you with, right, bitch?"
Karen couldn't talk. She mumbled something through the rubber ball as he walked up to her. His prick was hard, pointing directly at her pussy.
"Back, bitch."
She felt his hands cupping her full, high-riding tits. He pressed her back until her spine was horizontal with the floor. Jack was holding two pieces of rope in one hand, rubbing them up over her nipples, then pushing her arms down until the wrists pressed against two of the three stool supports.
Deftly the big attendant slipped the half-inch line around her right wrist, attaching it to one of the wooden legs in a double figure-eight. At the same time, Karen could feel his cock jabbing at her cunt, the big meaty prickhead slipping up and down the fur-lined length of her pussy.
Jack moved to the other arm, wrapping the line around her wrist and likewise fastening it to the second stool leg. Karen cried out, her spine aching from the terrible, awkward position her body had been cast in. Her asscheeks hurt, rubbing up against the stool, the full weight of her body on her tail bone. Her legs quivered, stretched out and up by the overhead bar while her head dropped toward the floor, her hair brushing over the cold, dirty flagstones. This was worse than the rack, worse than the cross, even worse than being stretched by the overheated pole. How every bone in her body ached as Jack fitted himself between her splayed thighs, his hands cupping and massaging her tits which looked like two mounds of white pudding on her heaving chest.
"That's-the way I like to fuck 'em ... nice and quiet except for the moans that tell me I'm doin' it right."
Karen felt his hands crawling all over her tits, his fingers and thumbs pinching her half-inch-long red nipples until she squealed through the rubber ball. More than once the struggling girl thought she would fall from the stool. But the tight-fitting strap fitted around her waist kept her braced to the seat.
"Nice, tits, nice ..."
Leaning forward, Jack cupped his lips around one hard-tipped mound, sucking the nipple between the small gap in his front teeth while pinching the other with his trembling fingers. Karen moved her ass against the hard stool, her knees shaking while her cunt winked open from the heat rising between her legs. She could feel the brushing of his large square front teeth as he nibbled at her nipples. She groaned again, feeling dizzy from the way her head dangled toward the floor. The sweep of her hair brushed over the legs of the stool while her fingers gripped at thin air.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby ..."
Jack moved to her other tit, sucking at the nipple hard, then chewing down at the wrinkly surrounding areola. Karen screamed at the pain and pleasure caused by that move. Her leg muscles tensed, bulging against her sweat-dampened flesh while her ass pressed against the hard stool top. Jack's spit slathered down her tits, running down her sides as his tongue flicked and teased at her hard nipples.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
"Man, your body's burnin' up ... really gettin' hot under ol' Jack. I'm gonna make you think you're gonna explode by the time I get through with you."
Karen gasped, feeling sensations she didn't believe existed as that wet tongue worked around her nipples, then down to her navel. Jack was rubbing his hands along her asscheeks, squeezing the flesh, the moving down farther until his fingers dug into her ass crack. He lifted her ass slightly from the stool, the leather strap pressing more firmly into her thighs and leaving a long red mark from the pressure. At the same time his mouth moved lower and lower until it reached the fur-edged wet slit of her cunt. The stud moved his hands up, pressing her thighs, spreading her outer lips apart. Karen wriggled her thighs against his clinging hands, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel back. Like some kind of horrible needle, his narrow tongue shot out and stabbed into the girl's creaming pussy. Karen shuddered, moving her ass as much as she could. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she tugged at her bonds. At times, the stool scraped along the flagstone floor as her body pitched against the top.
"Yeah, man, yeah, move that fuckin' body, move it around!"
Karen couldn't keep from moving. She thrashed wildly against the stool, her toes curling, her back arching while her head banged against the third leg of the stool.
"Yuughghhhghghhgg!"
Chewing down on the rubber ball, Karen felt Jack's tongue licking deep inside her, his tongue teasing up her pussy lips, then finally brushing tinglingly against her clit. For a second the girl thought she was going to lose control again as his lips, his fingers, his tongue tantalized her cunt her again and again.
"Oh baby, that's good, real good. I ain't never tongue-fucked somebody as hot as you. Man, you dig this, dig havin' your hands and legs tied up while you're gettin' serviced. Yeah, I dig it too."
"Ughghhghghhg!"
To her shame and degradation, Karen had to admit to the truth Jack was telling. She did love his sucking mouth. She did love the way his tongue was fucking in and out of her cunt, stabbing her like some tiny cock. Her ass crack widened against the stool, perspiration streaking her full, flattened asscheeks while the tendons bulged out against her inner thighs.
"Could suck this fuckin' pussy all damned night. But that ain't what I came here to do."
Still Jack kept his mouth glued to her cunt, rubbing his lips against her pussy lips, fucking his tongue in and out of her cunt until Karen thought she was going to cum against his jaw. She felt the flooding juices of her cunt seeping out now, getting thicker and hotter as the big stud serviced her pussy. The tickling of his kisses against her pussy was driving her mad. He licked deep into her cunt, his chin fitting up against the lower junction of her cuntlips so naturally. The pain and humiliation she had undergone and suffered earlier evaporated under the heated excitement of her arousal.
"Huhrhhrhrhhrhrrrrr!"
Karen felt him rimming the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips while his fingers toyed with the sore muscle just under her clit. The girl let out another rush of groans, feeling more and more fuck juice seeping from her slit and wetting down her thighs.
"Enough of this shit!"
Jack pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Karen watched as he pulled several loose blonde hairs from his front teeth, spitting out the rest. He was going to do it now, going to fuck her. No dildos. No tongues. This was the real thing. Karen sucked in a deep breath and held it, chewing down on that horrid latex ball keeping her jaws spread widely apart.
"Ughghhhghhhhh!"
"Now, gonna do it, gonna fill you up with my meat. And, man, it's gonna feel real nice. You're gonna cry by the time I get through stickin' my cock up your hot little pussy," Jack growled, working his fingers along his hefty prick.
"Uhhhhh!"
Karen watched as he braced himself against her, his knees on the floor to give him better thrusting power. She could feel the blind stabs of his prickhead again. Her pussy muscles cramped, making her cuntal walls slap together.
"Yeah, good hot fuckin'."
Jack locked in, centering his prickhead over her drooling hole. With one mighty lunge, he fucked in, his balls slapping forward against the leading edge of the stool.
Karen cried out, again chewing down on the rubber ball while air blew out from her flared, burning nostrils. This was so much better than that awful dildo vibrating its way up into her cunt. Jack was wiggling his hips back and forth, letting her feel every inch of his prick while reaching up now and squeezing her tits with both hands. Her nipples popped up between his fingers while his prick squeezed against her moist cunt meat.
"Ughhghhhh!"
Her moan of delight sent chills up both their spines. Karen jerked her arms against the stool again, wishing she could wrap them around the attendant's body as he fucked more of his mighty prick into her seething cunt.
"Man, you're ... uhhhh ... so fuckin' tight you're gonna strangle this mother."
Jack stopped, halfway in, shaking the sweat from his head. His knees slipped forward, his thighs tensing from the pressure of her resisting muscles.
"Come on, baby, come on and let ol' Jack in or he's gonna rip it."
Karen ground her teeth against the ball, her cunt shattering as Jack grunted once more and shoved down. She was tight, so very, very tight. It was like sinking his hard prick into barely melting butter.
Karen cried out again, thinking her body would split in two. It was a strange sensation-pressure, some pain and some pleasure raging through her spread cunt.
"Oh yeah, come on, that's it. Yeah, I can feel you openin' up for me."
The chains holding her legs to the overhead bar rattled and clanked while Karen felt his prick fucking deeper into her hot pussy. She gurgled and cried, her shoulders hanging helplessly over the stool. Jack flexed his spine, fucking yet another inch of cock into her soppy cunt. The girl grimaced, her back arching, her legs tensing once more while her fingernails began breaking against the stool leg.
A low moan, all but inaudible, seeped from her throat. Now Karen wanted that prick deep in her. In spite of this being her first time, all the hurt and pain and humiliation had created a need for something warm, something overpowering in her.
Jack drew back. Karen shuddered, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back behind the retreating cockhead. He kept only the head of his prick buried inside her, hunching lightly, teasing her, watching her face turn while as he rode high and brushed up against her clit.
"Noooooooffffff!"
Jack fucked back in fast, his cock nearly sliding all the way in.
Karen nearly fainted from the pressure deep in her cunt. He passed the spot where her cherry had been anchored, tunneling deep, spreading her trembling slick cunt walls with his bulbous cockhead. Jack held her shoulders, gripping so hard that his fingers bruised her flesh. At the same time, he dropped his head, his tongue flicking deep into her mouth while his balls rubbed up against her asscheeks.
"Uhhhh!"
Karen felt her body resting on his cock. He drew back once more, his prick-knob just beyond the most sensitive part of her pussy. He was stimulating the nerves of her clit again and again with his steady fucking. His fingers were tracing her shoulders, then moving back down to her tits and squeezing her nipples while his tongue flicked back into her throat, against the ball. She could taste herself for a while, the flavor of her cunt that remained on his lips and tongue. It was almost the same flavor as Dr. While's pussy.
"Fuck it out, baby ... man, fuckin' you is like fuckin' a tight fist!"
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Karen forgot about the pain, the horror surrounding her and the others. All she thought about was this man and what he was doing to her. Jack pulled back a little farther, his flanged prickhead tugging at her cunt muscles wildly. Karen wiggled her hips once more, silently begging him to fuck her.
"Fuck it out, fuck it out!"
Karen arched her back as much as she could, feeling the ridge of his prick sliding along her outer cuntlips. He began fucking her slowly, his cock fucking her steadily until she thought she would pass out from the sensation. Swiveling her ass as much as she could in her bound position, the girl drank in the sensations rioting from Jack's fucking prick. Joy flashes erupted from her clit as he ground his cock against the nerve-rich center, his hands now sliding down her flat, panting belly until his fingers gripped her thighs. Moving his hands in, he began rubbing his fingernail along her cuntlips, teasing them, pinching them while all the time fucking her slow and deep.
Karen moaned louder now, the need for air forcing her to suck oxygen from around the ball. Jack tore away from the kiss, dropping his head and chewing on her hard nipples cruelly. His fingers were tugging at her cuntlips forcibly now, sending more flashes of joy rushing through her.
"Fuck it out, man, fuck it out!"
Karen obeyed, sobbing through the gagging ball, twisting around to get the maximum sensation from his prick as Jack fucked her into ecstasy. And, above her, the chains continued to rattle, reminding Karen of her lowly position here at the manor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen grunted with each powerful forward fuck-thrust. The stool hurt her lower back terribly as the leather belt cut into her thighs. Jack was squeezing her tits hard, pinching the nipples until she was sure he'd tear them off. And all the while his cock fucked through her swampy pussy, rubbed against her clit, sent her higher and higher toward climax. The girl chewed down on the ball once more, her legs shaking against the chains binding them to the overhead pole. Tensions was swelling inside her belly like a giant balloon, pushing toward her throbbing cunt.
"Ohhhh yeahhh, you're hot and tight an' fine down there, Karen, baby! Christ, even chained up like this you can move that Goddamned ass around like a little slut in heat," Jack commented, cupping his big hands around her ass and digging his fingernails into the sensitive, white flesh one more time.
The blonde teen cried a moan of sexual hunger. She wanted to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. She wanted to draw him closer to her. But the ropes held firm around her wrists, binding them to the legs of the stool. All she could do was lay there awkwardly on the three-legged stool with her legs raised high and accept Jack's fucking.
"Huhhrhrhhrhrrrrr!"
Karen whipped her head from side to side, her pulse racing in time with the stud's rapid cunt-fucking. Her clit throbbed with new excitement as the fuck-welded couple soared toward orgasm.
"Baby, gonna blow it! Uhhh ... oh yeahhh, gonna blow my wad right in your cunt now! Fuckin' shit, can't ... uhh ... can't hold back!"
Karen fell to pieces at the words. Sexual heat exploded in her brain, driving her toward climax. Her entire belly seemed to swell up with his cock meat. The girl grunted, jerking her cunt up as best she could onto the rock-hard bar of prick meat trenching out her pussy. And then Karen felt herself exploding, blasting into millions of pieces as the heavy jolt of his cum spattered into her pussy. Karen wept and struggled, her body nearly sliding off the stool again. Her asscheeks moved against the hard, splintery top while her upraised legs jerked hard against the restraining pole and chain.
Again Karen tried jerking her hands from their bonds. But the thick ropes held firm. Sobbing again, as another catastrophic wave shot through her cunt, the frantic girl felt her cuntal walls grip down on Jack's prick at least twice for every hot wad shooting from his cock-knob.
The beating, the whipping, the bonds-everything was a spice to her climax. She milked at the fucking, shooting rod of his prick, bouncing up and down against the stool as best she could. Her head snapped back while her tits jiggled like pudding. Jack slid his hands back up to her big swollen tits, pinching them again while keeping his spurting prick buried deep in her cunt-hole. Karen's climax seemed to go on and on and on. The angry fire that had started at the mouth of her pussy shot through her body, burning all her frayed nerve endings while Jack kept on firing his load of hot spunk.
When it was over, the big stud slipped from her cuntal grip, smearing his prickhead against her tensing asscheeks.
"Ohhhhh, Karen baby, that was good, real good. Yeah, like the doc says, you're gonna fit in real nice here now that you know what the fuck we want."
Karen turned her head and sobbed, feeling another sensation of defeat and submission wash over her. She had admitted to something she had never done simply to avoid more pain. And what had been her reward? More beatings, more whips, and finally this rape that had made her rut like a bitch. Jack was laughing at her, calling her all sorts of filthy names as he began untying the ropes holding her arms to the stool.
"You ain't nothin' but a slut ... I mean a first-class, dues-payin' slut," he grunted, sliding the ropes away from her fingers, then moving up to her ankles and starting to ease the chains off the cuffs. "I don't know about the alcoholic stuff, but you're one of them bitches who's cock-happy, you know what I mean? Once you get a taste of prick meat, baby, ain't nothin' gonna keep you away from it."
Even when he removed the gag from her mouth Karen refused to say anything. He was wrong! She was nothing of the sort! She had to submit to these horrors simply to survive this horror show. When she was out of here, things would return to normal.
Slipping her torn shift over her narrow shoulders, Karen modestly drew the garment down, covering her knees. She could hardly walk, she was so weak, so exhausted from the brutal beating and fucking. Her knees nearly buckled under her twice on the long trip back to her room. Never had she guessed she would have been thrilled to see her tiny shared cell. When Jack opened the door and shoved her in, Karen sighed with relief.
"I'll be back for you for dinner in twenty minutes. Wash up. You look like hell, baby."
Karen swallowed a sob, stumbling forward and bracing herself against the cracked porcelain bowl at the other end of the room. Teri wasn't there. Shaking the tangled blonde hairs from her face, the teen peered into the cracked mirror and was shocked at what she saw. Her lower lip was still swollen, giving her a depraved look. And there was still a glimmer in her eyes, a glint that indicated sexual arousal. Karen shifted her eyes from the image for a second, feeling her heartbeat start to quicken. Her fingers curled against the cold porcelain while her knees pressed up against the pipes. At that point, she could still feel Jack's cock fucking her while the ropes and chains pressed against her wrists and ankles. The thought of being tied up again, of being made immobile while someone fucked her thrilled her. Karen leaned forward, pressing her burning forehead against the cool mirror glass.
She would have to clean up, to at least wash her face before going to dinner. Had Teri had this same kind of problem? Did she have to contend with her own raging feelings of lust after these maniacs had tormented her? She would have to ask her when she returned from the dining hall.
Karen washed quickly. The cool water against her face felt good. Brushing her hair back, untangling the many knots, Karen took another glance in the mirror and found to her immense relief that her old innocent look back. She was glad. Approaching footsteps told her that Jack was back for her.
"Okay, in you go, and out you go for dinner," he said, pushing Teri in and curling his finger at Karen.
The two girls looked at another briefly, Teri smiling wanly before Karen brushed by and slipped out the doorway. Dinner, as Teri had told her, was something of a grim affair. There, for the first time in the hall, Karen saw the other girls-all about her age, all of them wearing those horrible shifts, and all of them fearing to say a word. Several looked up at her as she walked in, slipped down the cafeteria line, and piled the slop onto her metal divided tray before finding an empty chair near the back of the cavernous manor hall. There were no guards patrolling the aisles. Even Dr. While wasn't there. But there were one or two of the white-suited attendants standing about. There was only the steady sounds of forks scraping over the tin plates and an occasional scraping of a chair against the stone floor. It was so depressing Karen could have cried. She thought about her pleasant home, her little bedroom, the joys she had with her family. All of those things seemed so remote now-as if they had never happened at all. This was reality. And the present reality made her sick.
All the girls were escorted back to their various cells. There were at least thirty of them, Karen estimated as Greig moved her down the hall with three others, whispering something about him getting a poke at her in the future. Teri was already in bed, the blankets drawn up to her chin when she entered. A small pink night light was on.
"Asleep? It's only eight o'clock," Karen said, looking at the small brown-faced alarm clock she'd been allowed to keep.
"There's nothing else to do," Teri answered sleepily, stretching her arms over her head. "Not unless Dr. While decides to call you into her study. And you'd better pray she's tired tonight-or any other night, for that matter."
Karen sat at the edge of her small bunk, her pert little ass sinking into the mattress. She hadn't been allowed to shower. Jack had told her she'd missed the cleaning time and would have to wait until dawn. She grimaced at that thought, still feeling the slimy sensation of his cum in her pussy.
"Doesn't she ever let up on us?" Karen wondered out loud.
Teri laughed bitterly, sliding the wool covers back.
"She doesn't let up on us ... ever. I haven't talked to too many of the other girls. But it's the same story," Teri began, sitting up and shrugging. "She gets us in her office or one of those treatment rooms," Teri said, leaning forward meaningfully and putting emphasis on the last two words. Her thin lips curled up when she saw Karen's reaction. "Uh-huh. You've been there before, uh? I knew she wouldn't waste much time with you. One of the attendants probably got to you too, right?"
Karen flushed a brighter red, turning away from Teri.
"Don't be ashamed. It's happened to all of us here. God! The one called Jack. He practically chewed off my tit one time when he was fucking me. I kept crying out for help. But of course, nobody came. Nobody could probably hear. And even if they did, they wouldn't do anything to stop him. He's like all the rest," Teri sighed, leaning back against the bed and folding her arms behind her head.
"I won't be here that long. I swear I won't," Karen vowed through her clenched teeth, curling her fingers into fists and pressing them against her thighs. She felt the tears slowly rising to her eyes.
"Well, for your sake I hope you're right. It only gets rougher here, not better. You'll see for yourself tomorrow."
With that, Teri rolled over, hugging the covers to her small shoulders. In a while Karen could hear the steady, even breaths of a girl in deep sleep. But the girl's words troubled her for several hours. Karen flicked off the tiny night light, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling as she listened for any sound in the hall. She half-expected Jack or Greig to come for her, to snatch her from bed and pull her off to another of those horrible treatment rooms.
But nothing happened. By ten o'clock the girl was asleep, her dreams troubled by images of men with hard, thick cocks chasing her as she ran naked-through some strange land. She tossed and turned, her pussy burning with unholy desire. Twice she awoke, thinking she could feel the ropes and chains biting around her wrists and ankles once more.
The next day and the day after were surprisingly routine and boring. Teri and Karen sat in their cell most of the day, going out for lunch and some exercise in the afternoon. When they were in public, both were careful not to speak to one another. Yet each registered her surprise that neither was called on by Dr. While or her assistants. Of course there were the other girls, other victims to be led to the block by Jack, Greig, or any of the other attendants slouching around the grounds. Perhaps they had a new victim, brought in by her trusting parents for some sort of "cure."
Halfway through the third day, Karen felt as if her luck were on the mend. Perhaps Dr. While had forgotten about her, having found a new "favorite" in the manor. Her hopes were shattered, however, when the door to their cell opened a little after three-thirty and Jack stepped in.
"Dr. While wants to see you, Karen. She wants to see how you've progressed in your ... attitude."
Karen shuddered at the thought of the test ahead of her. Rising from her bunk, she cast a look at the sympathetic Teri, then moved in front of Jack. She ignored the fast hot grab he made for her ass, trying to muster all the courage she could for the ordeal ahead. Her new shift rustled with the short steps she took, her sandaled feet clattering down the smoothly polished corridor. Again the girl noticed no one was in the halls. It was as if she were the only one in the manor, although of course Karen knew better.
"Down here."
They moved to the right, turning into a smaller corridor that led, Karen believed, back to the first room where she had been cruelly raped by that dildo. Opening the door, Jack pushed the girl in gently.
Standing there in front of a small wooden chair was Greig, his bare chest moist with perspiration. No one else was around. Karen wheeled around, her eyes wide with anger and confusion.
"It's a trick!" she blurted, her fingers clenching into two fists. "Dr. While's not coming down here and ... and ... ughhh!"
The girl's shouted words were cut short by Jack's backhanded slap. His knuckles jarred against her chin, dazing the girl and sending her tumbling to the floor. Karen pushed her long blonde hair from her eyes, peering up at the two leering men.
"She's gonna be here. Ol' Martha said to prime you up for your next treatment. I know what the fuck that means," Greig said, interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles.
"No, don't ... don't ..."
But all her protests were for nothing. She knew that. Greig and Jack would have their way, no matter what she said. Dr. While had given them free ground with the girls. Teri had confided some stories drawn from her own experience and from some of the girls who dared to talk quietly during dinner. They had made Karen shiver with revulsion. To think she might sink even lower than she already had made her sick to her stomach.
"Shaddup. Come on, gotta keep cuffin' this one till she gets hot enough in the pussy to keep fuckin' still," Jack said.
"Yeah, and that ain't gonna be long from now, man. Shit, she's burnin' up with it right now, I'll bet," Greig added, slipping one hand between her legs.
"No!" Karen snapped her legs together, half rolling onto her right side.
"Can't be worried about her fuckin' cherry. She lost that a couple of days ago. Come on, baby, come on and loosen up."
Karen shrank away from the two men, scooting her naked ass back over the chilling flagstone floor. Her chin still hurt from the violent blow.
"Let's get 'er up," Jack sighed, reaching around and grabbing Karen by the wrists.
"No, no, lemme go, lemme go!" she cried, jerking her head from one side to the other.
Grinding her teeth together, she kicked and fought the men as best she could, bending her legs and kicking them out in an attempt to smash her feet into Jack's groin. They were ready for her, staying away from her legs, then moving in and trapping her.
Jack and Greig dragged the screaming teen back to the rear wall where a large block of wood had been bolted. Hanging from a U-clamp bolted to the wood were two lengths of chain, two rusty wrist cuffs dangling from them. It was to these cuffs that Karen's wrists were fastened, the metal halves clamped together tightly. Karen's ass dangled ten inches off the floor, her legs bent sharply at the knees. Her bare soles pressed against the stone behind her as she stared up at the two men, wondering what they would do to her first.
"This bitch's gonna whip a little skull on me before she leaves here. Might as well be now," Jack said, reaching down and pulling the zipper tab to the bottom of his fly.
Karen shook her head from side to side, gulping down her fear and revulsion as his thick cock sprang from between the halves of his trousers.
"And you're gonna gimme a real mouth-fuck too, baby. I don't want this slack-mouth crap from you. Suck hard, and move that tongue around my rod or I'm gonna make that first slap you got look like a fuckin' lovetap!"
The words weren't lost on the trembling blonde teen. He was going to give her a real mouth-fuck, not just a blow job. Guiding his prick to her lips, Jack pulled the taut outer skin back, the blue veins looking more ropelike than ever from that pressure. Bending his knees slightly, he rubbed the meaty head over her pouting lower lip, smiling as he watched a shadow of revulsion quiver over her face. Her disgust was his pleasure.
"Take it, baby, take it."
Reluctantly Karen opened her mouth. His cock-knob was so thick, so large and meaty. She felt him pressing forward, his balls dangling inches from her mouth and rising quickly up to his cockroot.
"I said suck, baby, move that tongue around, suck it good an' hard," Jack ordered.
In and out. In and out. Back and forth Jack fucked his prick until Karen thought she would choke on her own spit.
"Ohhhh, yeah, this little slut's got it right, man. Keep it up, baby. Keep up that tongue action. Yeahhhh, then I'm gonna fill your fuckin' throat up with my cum. Fuck, Greig, then it's your turn."
What next? Dear God, what next? Karen thought to herself as her mouth became coated with the slimy, salty pre-cum from Jack's cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen steadied herself, suddenly mustering all the suction she could. Jack let out a groan, tensing his thighs and fucking his prick back in as hard as he could. He bounced the knob of his cock off the roof of her mouth, sticking his prick back until the meaty cockhead was pressing against her throat. Karen sighed. She sucked again, almost as hard as before while the stud's balls rubbed and pressed against her chin. Jack was almost whimpering, making small animal sounds while the girl worked her tongue around and around his cock.
"Man, oh man!"
Jack regained some control of himself, pulling his prick back.
"Shit, it'd be easy as pie to cum in this one's mouth," he groaned, wrapping his fingers tightly around his prick to keep the cum from spurting out.
"Yeah? Gonna nibble on somethin' of that slut's right now then," Greig said, pushing his buddy to one side.
Karen swallowed again, her eyes following Greig as he knelt down in front of her. He moved his face to her cunt, holding her legs apart while dropping down a little farther. Karen groaned. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath rustling through her cunt hairs. He was going to eat her the way she'd eaten Jack. Karen knew that as she felt his fingers pressing into her soft thigh muscles. He was spreading her legs apart a little more. And then she felt him sticking his tongue into the hot, little cunt slit.
"Oooooooo!"
Karen tensed her arms, tugging at the chains while her body went into spasms at that light, feathery touch. She kept moaning out her rising sexual need as his tongue drew back and up to stroke her swollen clit. How she wanted to have someone fuck her now. She couldn't bear to wait longer. But Greig was enjoying this teasing, knowing it was pure hell for the hot little girl. He slipped his tongue out, then down along her taint, leaving a trail of spit as far as her asshole.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Man, she's goin' nuts!" Jack commented, his prick having gone down from its iron-hard tension of a few minutes earlier.
"Yeah, she's beggin' for it. Felt the little bitch humpin' against my face a little while ago. Man, she'd love to have a cock up her slit now."
Karen had thrown her modesty aside long ago, it seemed. Greig was right. She wanted a cock inside her, fucking around in her cunt, driving her up the wall! The thought took her breath away. Her fingers curled, the nails biting into her dampened palms while her legs stretched even wider apart to accommodate the cunt-licking stud.
Greig was going a little wild now. He had her right inner cunt lip in his teeth. He tugged at it, pulling it around as if he were a maddened dog. Karen winced, snapping her head back while letting out a cry. At first it hurt. She moaned again, terrified he was going to tear her pussy apart. But then the tugging seemed to do something to her surrounding nerve endings. In a moment, she was jerking her ass around, bending forward, silently begging for more of the same kind of tension.
"Man, go for it, buddy. Come on, make that little slut beg for it," Jack whispered.
Karen saw the room spin as she jerked wildly at the restraining chains. She could feel Greig's heavy breathing on her pussy. Then he was moving back down again, his fingers tracing the outward curves of her asscheeks, then her thighs. It was maddening, this light, teasing touch. Again Karen twisted around halfway in her chains, tugging at the cuffs imprisoning her wrists. Her legs dragged over the floor.
"Oh yeah, man, she's got one nice-tastin' pussy! Yeahhh, real nice and hot. Man, she'd fry up my dick if I fucked her now."
Greig went back to his tonguing, drawing choked whimpers from the frantic girl. He ran the tip of his tongue along her cuntlips and taint and asshole. Karen cried out in wild delight, jerking from side to side, her breaths becoming gasps and whimpers. Then he stiffened his tongue, fucking his tongue in as far as he could while grinding his teeth up against her clit. Karen thought she would surely come unglued at that touch. She whimpered and moaned, her cunt muscles clenching down on his tongue, trying to draw it in deeper while all the time he was toying with her outer pussy lips with his fingers.
"Hurhhrhrhhrrrrrr!"
Karen felt like a wild animal, a beast out of control while Greig kept on chewing on her cunt. The he pulled back, sliding down farther and around. When his tongue started sticking hard against her asshole, Karen let out a heartrending wail.
"Uhhhhhh, fuck!"
"Little girl's gettin' outta hand, buddy. She's usin' all kinds of dirty talk while you're fuckin' her out with your tongue."
"Yeah, but, man, I can't stop," Greig said, rubbing the back of one hand over his lips. "She's got one hell of a body. I wanna lick her all over, man, drag my tongue all over her."
Greig did just that, slicking his tongue and lips over her ass, then drawing his tongue around up her ass crack until he was tonguing her shitter again. Karen clenched her eyes shut, feeling her cunt muscles cramp down on thin air. Sharp, stinging spasms ripped through her young pussy while that tongue was slicking around the wrinkled flesh of her puckered asshole. She felt his hands gripping her hipbones while he chewed out her shitter. Karen wanted to cry out how badly her pussy needed something inside to ease the painful pressure. But she chewed down on her lower lip, fighting down the scream building in her throat.
"Whew, that's enough for now," Greig said, drawing himself out from under the moaning girl. "A little more and I was gonna shoot all over myself." Greig stood up a little shakily.
"Yeah, same with me. Don't wanna lose it all when we're gonna put this little bitch through her paces."
"Yeah, that's a good one ... her paces," Greig agreed, snickering at Karen.
She rolled up her eyes, staring at the two men blankly. How her cunt ached and throbbed now, the swollen pussy lips rubbing against one another. Her clit had long ago popped to the surface, throbbing and hard, demanding satisfaction. And all they were doing was laughing at her!
"Doc ain't here yet. She's a little late," Jack said after a moment's pause, glancing down at his wrist watch.
"Yeah, she said to prime up the little bitch. Let's keep primin'," Greig answered, a little calmer now.
"Oh yes, yes," Karen agreed, excitement building in her voice.
The men grinned at one another, then began working on Karen all over again.
The two worked together this time, Jack feeding Karen his husky cock while Greig rested on his belly, slipping his tongue into her cunt and eating for all he was worth. Karen thought she was in heaven, the touch of that tongue against her clit again and again driving her wild. And Jack's cock was making her cheeks puff out all the time, his balls rubbing up against her front teeth. The chains above her rattled, the cuffs pulling harder on her wrists as the two men battled over the helpless little blonde teen.
"Hey, come on, let's see if the bitch knows how to handle herself like a toilet," Jack suddenly suggested, pulling his prick out of her mouth. "She's everything else, man. She can't get enough cock meat. Let's see if she can take everything a cock can give."
"Aw, come on. Jesus Christ," Greig protested, pulling several cunt hairs out from between his teeth. "She's good 'n' primed up now for my mouth. She's gonna lose it all when I pull back."
"Hey, man. Come on, this is gonna be good. Guaranteed, guaranteed!"
Greig cast a reluctant eye at Karen's hot pussy, then shrugged, pulling away from the panting blonde teen.
"Noooooo!" Karen yelled.
Karen felt suddenly abandoned as the two men stood up. Jack reached down, opening the cuffs with a small key and sliding his hands under her. She stood up shakily, her cunt so hot she could barely walk. Both men helped her across the room, Greig pulling her shift off and tossing it to the ground like a rag as they approached an old-fashioned white porcelain tub. A bright silver pipe led from the lower drain to one in the floor. It looked terribly out of place standing there in the middle of this dreadful room. Karen eyed the object, then turned around and stared questioningly at the two men.
"Get in," Jack commanded.
"What?"
"I said get in ... get in or we'll push you in. Wanna crack your skull wide open? The Doc wouldn't mind all that much. She's got enough cunts around here to keep her happy."
Karen shivered, climbing awkwardly into the tub, feeling her cunt go soft from terror. The hot thrills that had plagued her pussy before were gone, replaced by a growing fear that something disgustingly awful was about to happen.
"I got a load, you know? But it's not just cum down here," Greig said, looking meaningfully at his buddy.
"Yeah, same thing. Man, I ain't pissed in a long time. Not since we went down to pick up this little slut in her cell."
"Toilet's all the way down the hall," Greig said thoughtfully, his eyes looking down at the cringing Karen.
"What are you saying?" she hissed.
"Gonna use you, baby. Can't think of a better way to unload except in your fuckin' face."
Karen drew back, her arms crossing over her chest. The cold porcelain of the tub bit at her full, supple asscheeks, goose bumps breaking out all over her flesh. Stretching one marked hand behind her, Karen looked wildly around, unsure she had heard the awful words pronounced by Greig. Were they going to piss on her? The thought brought a sour taste to her mouth. She could have vomited at the thought.
"Okay," Jack said, ready now.
That simple word made her spin around again, gripping the curled edges of the turn-of-the-century white tub and stare up. Both men had taken their dicks from their trousers, holding their cocks around their fat prick heads. Karen shrank back again, her spine curling against the rear of the tub. She could feel her scalp crawling under her hair as she watched one, then two yellowish drops appear at the head of Jack's cock.
"No, no! This is sick! This is awful. If Doctor While finds out she'll ... she'll ..."
"She ain't gonna do nothin'."
Jack climbed into the tub, his booted feet straddling the horrified girl. Greig watched, rubbing his thumb under his own double-lobed cockhead. Karen clenched her fists together, begging Jack not to do it. He only laughed, bending his knees slightly while flexing his ass through his tight-fitting trousers.
"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned.
Karen shivered visibly, her eyes closing while her lower jaw slackened. A groan of disgust erupted from her as the yellowish stream cascaded from his cockhead and spattered onto her belly. Karen felt her stomach muscles contract, stiffen at that disgusting touch. She scooted back a little, her naked legs dragging over the warming porcelain. Jack laughed above her, bending his knees a little more and working his cockhead with his forefinger and thumb.
The stream broadened in intensity, moving up from her stomach up toward her tits. Karen turned her head away, feeling several stinging drops splashing up against her face.
"That's right, man, that's the thing to do. Piss on that little bitch. Use her like a toilet!"
Karen closed her eyes and took deep, tit-raising breaths. With each puffing breath, her tits rose and slapped lightly together. What was more surprising was the way her clit was twitching. At first slipping down because of her mounting fear while climbing into the tub, now the tiny clit was getting hard again, drawing more and more energy from her.
Jack was moving the stream of piss up now, striking first one tit, then the other. Karen jerked forward, then slammed her spine back against the hard porcelain. Her knees jerked wide apart while her ankles banged against the sides of the tub. She could hear the tinkling sound of the piss trickling down the forward drain.
"Nooooo!" Karen yelled.
The stream rose, moving up to her chin. A pulse leaped in her throat. The smell was spreading like a thick horrid fog. A terrible warmth from his piss spread all over her.
"Yeah, take it, baby, take it, take my piss all over you," Jack said.
And, in spite of this dreadful act, Karen felt her cunt tightening again, the fuck juices spilling out and slicking her thighs.
"Nooo, nooooo!"
Karen fought back, covering her face with both hands, then twisting half around and trying to climb up the slick sides of the tub. Jack turned around, spraying the last of his piss on the porcelain and making it too slippery for her to grab onto. The girl slid back, her ass hitting the tub base hard while one hand banged against the rolled edge.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"You're gonna kill yourself, baby, you keep foolin' around like that," Jack said, shaking off the last drop of piss.
"My turn, man. I'm gonna really lay it on this broad. She's gonna knew she's been pissed on by ol' Greig," the young stud groaned.
Jack stepped from the area, tucking his prick back in his trousers. It was Greig's turn at Karen now. Greig slipped off his boots, unbuckling his white uniform pants and sliding them one leg off at a time over his ankles.
"Come on, baby, come on closer to me," Greig said, curling one finger around.
Karen felt terror gripping her heart like a set of icy fingers. What could she do? Blinking, the girl slid forward, shuddering when she felt her legs and thighs greasing over Jack's piss. She stopped, her bare feet a few inches from Greig's. Looking up, the girl watched as he thumbed his prick, then bent his knees much as his buddy had.
"Oh nooooo ..."
The piss started. Karen grunted, feeling the hot stinging spray along her tit tips, down to her pussy, then back up to her chin. He was toying with her, directing the stream along her upper lip, then around to her ears, moving back to her nose. Karen choked, jerking her head away while covering her mouth again. She could feel the bile rising up to her throat. She was gagging, terrified of disgracing herself by throwing up in front of these demons.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
"Get up, baby, get up," Greig said, bending down and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
"Uhhhh, no, no, get away from me, get ... get away!"
Karen kicked both feet up, hitting Greig hard on the right thigh. She had just missed striking his balls. The big stud muttered something, slapping her hard across the face. The force of the blow knocked Karen back hard against the tub, nearly cracking her skull.
"Nooooo!"
"Gonna teach this bitch somethin' ... she can't fuck around with guys like us, or she's gonna pay ... and in spades!"
Karen shook herself back to reality, staring up at the big stud. She could hear his stomach gurgling. He belched. Greig moved up, bending his knees, squatting over her. The girl slid down a little farther, her eyes wide with horror. Again she heard him belch, and then fart! There was an awful smell, an odor that took her breath away. The teen drew one hand over her nose, smelling her own perspiration.
"Jesus Christ, man, you're really gonna give the bitch the treatment, uh?"
"Yeah, just what she needs!"
Greig braced both palms on the tub's sides to keep from slipping on the yellow piss coating the base of the tub. Karen felt her bare feet sliding along the drain, wetting down even more with piss. She watched the hair wiggling around just under his ass crease. She smelled him again her stomach tightening, turning around. She knew what was about to happen.
"No, no!"
Anger and fear swelled in her as she watched his face tighten, then grow slack. His belly muscles were working as the first of the brown pieces of shit fell, spattering on her thighs.
"Ughhhh ... no, no, no, oh God, dear God, get me outta here!"
Karen squealed as more long, thick turds slipped from Greig's widening asshole, dropping onto her thighs and legs. The reverberations of this horrid act echoed deep in her stomach. She opened her thighs wider, feeling the shit slicking down closer to her pussy. It was awful! This had to be the ultimate degradation. And yet there was something deep inside her that was actually responding to this. Karen looked up at Greig in horror, her face a mask of disgust and excitement as the last of his shit fell from his asshole.
"Bitch," he grunted.
As the last of his shit left, he slapped his cock, wheeling around and flinging himself on her. Karen screamed, feeling more like an animal than she had ever felt before. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she kicked him hard with her heels. She rocked back and forth as her ass slid on the shit and piss. The odor, Karen guessed, was enough to make anyone else sick. But she wasn't sick. They thrashed about, covering the lower walls of the tub with the putrid mixture of piss and shit.
"Jesus Christ!" Jack turned away, covering his mouth as Greig shot stream after stream of his hot jizz all over the girl's belly.
"Man, get cleaned up ... the two of you. I don't think ol' Martha's gonna dig seein' her place messed up like this," Jack said, wrinkling his nose as Greig climbed from the tub. Karen leaned back, wondering what new depths she would sink to before this was over.
CHAPTER NINE
Dr. While entered the large treatment room one half hour after Greig and Jack had cleaned both the tub and Karen. There was still the faint odor of piss and shit in the room, something Martha noticed immediately as she entered. However the older woman said nothing, staring at Karen who by this time felt as if she were nothing-a nonentity in this manor house.
"Bring her over here," Martha said coldly. "And get the other one-her roommate, or I should say cellmate?"
Greig nodded his head in assent, shuffling across the room and looking at Martha a little guiltily before leaving.
"I suppose he's been treating you to his piss and shit routine?" Martha asked, her eyebrows arching slightly. An amused smile crossed her lips as one more time she began uncoiling her hair.
Jack flushed red.
"Oh, there's-no need to look guilty," Martha added hastily, shaking one finger in front of her face. "I've known about the goings on here ever since you two have teamed up. I found it serves my purposes to some degree, although I personally find some of your ... uhhhh, practices unappealing."
"Dr. While ..."
"Please. We're here to give Karen her treatments. She's going to learn the meaning of self-control, of discipline."
"Why don't you call these things what they are?" the girl suddenly exploded, her face flushing bright red. "They're torture, or ... or fucking, or something. But you don't care about me or about my drinking, or about anything except ... except ..."
Karen couldn't finish. Tears blurred her eyes as her words seemed to get all jumbled up in her overexcited brain. Martha stopped undressing for the moment, staring curiously at the girl. Her tits swayed lightly in her bra, easily visible after she'd shed her white uniform.
"Yes?" Dr. While asked.
"I don't think you'd better talk to Dr. While that way anymore," Jack advised.
"Oh, what's the use?"
"Yes, dear, now you're getting the point," Martha said, finishing her undressing.
Dr. While assumed the same dress she'd worn earlier-metal tit cups covering her hardening nipples, a strange harness device that accented her high-riding tits, a spiked collar. This time the woman added something new-thigh-high leather boots that rose several inches above her knees. Karen felt she was privy to some secret sexual rite and blushed once again.
"While Greig is getting Teri, I suggest we amuse ourselves with this little one. Shall we try roping the child, feet to hands, then placing her on her knees? I'll tell you what to do then," Martha said, adjusting the leather boots more comfortably around her white thighs.
Jack nodded in approval, moving away for the moment, then returning with several lengths of rope. Karen had learned since her admission that Fighting Jack or any of the attendants was useless. She automatically stretched her arms forward, putting her wrists together. The move brought another smile to Martha's lips.
"See? We've made progress already. She wants to please. I like that."
Jack looped the rope around both wrists, fastening it in a slip knot.
"Down, baby," Jack said.
Quickly Karen dropped to her knees. Jack followed, pulling the rope between her knees, then slipping it around her ankles and binding them in another slip knot. Karen was bound hand to foot, unable to move without jerking the other part of her body up. Dr. While was pleased. The woman strolled to her, checked the knots, and voiced her approval.
"You've learned much since you've come here, Jack. I always knew I could depend on you. Now, why don't you remove your clothing and show me that magnificent cock you have?"
Jack smiled back, disrobing quickly. Karen watched the two of them eyeing one another and wondered if they would begin fucking one another and forget about her. She wasn't to worry. Both of them were very aware of her presence. Kicking his trousers away from his boots, Jack scratched his balls, his fingers toying with his cock until his prick stood straight out like a tree trunk.
"That's good, very good," Dr. While hissed, her blue eyes sparking with lust. "Now, I want you to fuck her in the ass."
"What?" Karen jerked her head up, the move tugging the rope hard against her wrists and ankles.
"Fuck her in the ass," Martha continued, affecting a bored expression. "But first we have to get her ready for it." Martha tapped one finger thoughtfully against her right cheek. "She's never had anything that way, I believe, right dear?"
"No, oh no!" Karen sobbed, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"I thought not. Perhaps you'd better prepare her for that kind of fucking," Martha said, pointing to the belt threading through his white trousers.
"Got it, doc."
Jack was smiling, tugging his belt out by the buckle, then looping it. Karen watched, her flesh exploding into goose-pimples as Jack tapped the belt lightly against his naked thigh.
"Please, oh please ... don't ... don't do this!"
Even as she sobbed, the shadow of Jack's raised arm cut across her belly.
"She sobs worse than an old woman," Martha snapped. "But then again, you probably know that already. Take care of her. I'm bored with her begging."
Jack studied her round asscheeks, licking his dry lips before bringing his arm down. Karen felt her heart pounding hard, sweat making her flesh glisten with a sexy luster. The floor seemed much harder than before. The ropes chewed into her wrists, leaving more pink marks along her skin. Again Karen looked up through her curtaining blonde hair. She saw Jack's arm muscles bulge, his pecs and biceps tensing while his prick twitched up toward his belly. There was one more moment of mad anticipation. And then he brought the belt down, the leather sizzling through the air.
"Nooooo ... oaaghghhhwhhowowww!" Karen shrieked, the leather smacking hard against her left ass cheek. It was as if someone had touched her with a burning poker.
Her body lurched forward, nearly pitching headlong onto the floor. Karen sobbed, her forehead pressing against the cold floor. This was awful, completely awful! Squirming, whimpering, she begged them to stop this madness.
"Oh, don't do this to me. I'll do anything, I'll fuck anything, anyone. But don't hurt me anymore, please don't hurt me!"
Her cries were like gasoline to Jack's lusty fire. He raised his right arm again, swinging the belt around his head like a fearful weapon. Karen could hear the leather hissing through the air and trembled, fearing that her bowels would lose control.
Again it came down with a loud hiss. This time, the belt bit into the sensitive flesh separating her two asscheeks. The tip bit into her asshole, pricking the supersensitive wrinkled flesh. Karen let out a howl, her eyelids fluttering with the biting touch of that weapon.
"She's enjoying it ... the little slut. She's enjoying it nearly as she enjoyed her flings with alcohol, isn't that right, dear?"
"No, oh nooooo!"
"Liar!"
Martha slapped Karen hard with the back of one hand, her knuckles bruising the girl's chin. Backing away, she nodded briskly at Jack, an indication for him to begin beating the girl once more.
"Uhhhhhh!" Karen grunted.
The belt came down with a vengeance the third time, its length crossing the first blow. Karen felt her asshole muscles relax, air blowing from her bowels and making the wrinkled, injured shitter flesh pucker outward briefly.
"The little slut's farting. Man, I'm gonna plug up that hole so she don't stink up the room," Jack said, laughing at her degradation.
Karen felt herself sinking lower and lower as the belt began falling regularly and rhythmically across her lower back and asscheeks. Time and time again she struggled against the restraining rope, her ankles and wrists becoming more and more sore with each violent move she made against her bonds.
The room echoed with the mixed sounds of the smacking leather blows and Karen's resulting cries. She wondered if Jack wouldn't grow tired of all this beating. Surely his arm must ache from swinging that awful belt against her body. But the rhythm never ended. It was as if he had a timer to signal when to slap that awful weapon against her ass.
"Nooooo!"
And once more Karen felt that pain spreading into her cunt as it had before. Rather than doing nothing, the pain in her ass began stoking up the coals of desire between her legs. Each blow heightened the sensation in her cuntal nerves, making them vibrate and sing like tightly drawn wires.
"Yes, I see now where she might be ready for a fucking, Jack. Perhaps just a little longer ... across her ass there," Martha said, pointing to a spot as yet unreddened by the stinging belt.
"Oooowwwww!"
Jack's aim was deadly. The belt bit down into her uninjured flesh, bringing up a large, stinging welt that pulled her flesh apart.
"Ughhhhhh!"
The belt came down now around her spine, the tip biting between the bumps and making her back arch quickly. Karen let out a muffled groan, stars exploding behind her eyes.
"More, Jack, more! She's rutting now. Let's get her very hot, so hot she won't care what happens to her as long as she satisfies her cunt."
"Yeah, that's the best, man. That's what me and Greig do with her."
"I thought as much," Dr. While said airily, her eyes narrowing in amusement.
How her tiny clit ached and throbbed from the constant beating. Karen sucked in her lower lip and chewed down hard, trying to keep her cries of delight from escaping her lips.
"Yeyeyeooowoowwwww!"
But that was nearly impossible. Her asscheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing, matching the stinging blows from the belt. Then Jack purposefully slowed the assault. The blonde teen found herself raising her ass, an attempt to absorb the last of the brutal leather beating.
"Fuckin' little hypocrite. She says she don't wanna get hurt. And man, she's got her fuckin' ass waggin' up there in the air like it was a tail or something," Jack laughed.
"Yes, Karen has yet to learn the beauty about facing the truth of her own desires. But that's something that'll come in time, Jack. Right now we have to teach her discipline-the punishment that follows when you aren't disciplined, and the rewards that can come when you do," Martha announced.
"Discipline? You call this discipline?" Karen gasped, laughing hysterically as she shook the damp, tangled hair from her face.
"Apparently you haven't learned yet, dear. I think, however, when you walk away from here this evening you shall."
The words were ominous. Karen heard the belt drop to the floor and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Now, Jack, fuck her."
Karen trembled in her bonds, watching Jack as he moved behind her, bending down. She felt his big hands caressing her fleshy asscheeks. She felt his fingers pressing into the resilient flesh, spreading the mounds apart. He was drawing closer! She felt his breaths blowing through her cuntal hairs. And then she felt his tongue licking along her asscheeks. Yes, he was licking at her as if he were a dog, lapping his tongue along her slit, up to her asshole, then down to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh!"
Karen's eyes closed, her nostrils flaring while her lips curled into a smile. He was stroking her clit with his tongue from the underside, pressing his lips against her outer cunt labes in a wet kiss. Karen wagged her ass once more, feeling so high, so good at the touch of his tongue. Oh, if only he would go on like this with her forever! She would let him suck her cunt for hours on end this way!
But that wasn't what Jack had in mind for the girl. He drew back, rubbing his fingers over her shitter, poking his right forefinger in up to the second joint when he saw her asshole muscle relax.
"Owwwwww!" Karen cried out, a stab of hot sharp agony racing through her body and making her clit twinge once more.
"She's ready for it, man, ready for a good hot ass-fuck."
Jack was spitting on his right palm, rubbing the saliva over his bloated cockhead. Karen waited impatiently, her clit burning like the blue flame at the tip of a torch. Her body felt alive, more alert to sensations than it ever had been. And now Jack was getting ready to fuck her in the ass, stroking her shitter, then moving his probing fingers up to her cunt. Again the girl felt the forefinger rub up against her clit, the clit shrinking back at the light touch.
"This is gonna feel real good, baby. Gonna feel great shovin' my prick right up your ol' asshole," Jack said.
"And, dear, when he gets it into your ass, you're going to eat my pussy again. Won't that be marvelous?" Dr. While asked.
"Uhhh ... no, no!"
But Karen felt a flood of cunt-lube rush out of her cunt, slicking down her pussy. She couldn't deny the excitement taking her breath away. And what was causing it? Jack and his terrible, hellish torture? Dr. While and her promises of degrading perversion? Her thoughts were interrupted by the touch of Jack's hands wrapping around her hips. She could feel his hard, hot prick rubbing up against her ass. He was going to do it now!
"Uhhhhh!" she grunted.
She felt his fingertips stabbing against her flesh as he gripped her for support. The ropes pulled more tightly around her ankles and wrists once again.
"Take it in, bitch. You're nothin' but shit. Baby, you really are nothin' but shit. You proved that before, and now I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock!"
Karen screamed louder, tossing her head from side to side. The whole tight brown ring of her shitter was being forced inward, stretched around toward her bowels. It was as if someone were tearing it slowly with some terrible instrument. She could hear Dr. While laughing at her, amused by the situation while her ass was being fucked by that dreadful prick.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
One of his hands left her hip. Jack braced his cock shaft, holding his prick stiff against the rubbery circle of her shitter. Karen let her ass relax for the moment. What was the use? Why should she fight? Like a huge, hard lump of shit in reverse, Jack's cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. The girl let out a gust of air, her tits rolling forward. The hardened nipples brushed lightly over the dirty, cold floor. Oh, oh! Half his cockhead was already pushed into her asshole. It felt as if her ass was ripping in two, being torn like a piece of thin tissue paper.
"Owwwwww!"
Karen hugged her elbows against her knees, rolling more into a ball position as the ropes tying her ankles and wrists together held. To her shame, she knew she wanted to feel that cockhead in her pussy, not her ass! How the girl wanted to feel that hot hardness fucking in and out of her cunt. But the punishment had been decided for her. Dr. While wasn't to be denied. Sobbing, Karen felt her asshole gradually opening to the constant stabbing of Jack's prick.
"Uhhhh ... man, I think she's goin' for it. Yeah, doc, she's really lettin' me in," Jack said, his face slackening when Karen's ass began milking at his cock.
"Good. Then I suppose it's time the girl begin licking my cunt."
Karen felt Jack shoving down again at those words. His prick was splitting her ass wide open. Karen felt the agony of his slow insertion radiate to all parts of her body, her belly tensing while her thighs ached. And there in front of her was Dr. Martha While, her full thighs spread, that brown-haired pussy dangling wetly in front of her. Would it never end?
CHAPTER TEN
"Mmmfmmffffff!"
It was happening again! Martha was wriggling her cunt against Karen's face, humping her juicy pussy up against her nose. The girl could taste the pungent fuck juices flowing from the woman's pussy. She drew her tongue in, curling it around her teeth, tasting the fluid. She shivered. Martha was groaning, her thighs softly imprisoning the girl's head while rubbing up against her cheeks.
"That's it, Karen, that's it. You keep licking my cunt while Jack fucks you."
Jack was fucking her asshole. She felt his prick splitting her in half! That fat, wide cockhead seemed to go down into her body forever! Karen wept large salty tears. And now Jack was reaching forward, slipping his hands over her tits, curling them around her nipples. She felt him pinching them cruelly while all the time fucking her ass. She growled into Martha's cunt, the double sensation of having her cunt fucked and her tit tips rubbed driving her mad with lust.
Suddenly Karen felt the pressure around her asshole easing. She sighed with relief, blowing a puff of air into Martha's cunt. The older woman shivered, thrusting her pussy hard into Karen's nose. She was rubbing the soft, moist pussy-meat up against the girl's chin. Up and down, up and down-Martha's cunt slid against Karen, leaving a wet trail of fuck juice against the girl's mouth. Karen moaned again, tugging at the ropes holding her ankles and wrists together. And then Jack began withdrawing, pulling his cock out. She felt her asshole puckering outward, her bowels shuddering. Her belly tensed. It felt as if someone were pulling her apart.
"Uhhfhfhhghghggfff!" Karen gagged.
Jack stopped again, rocking his hips from left to right. She could feel that cock stirring inside her pussy like a giant spoon.
"Like that, eh, baby? You like to feel my cock movin' around in your ass, right? Fuck, you're one hell of a slut! Man, Doc, she digs all this crap even though she says she don't like it."
"It's time ... uhhhhh ... it's time Karen learns to tell the truth about her feelings. It was lying that brought her here in the first place," Martha said, struggling to keep her composure. Her face tightened, her lips trembling slightly as she rubbed her clit against Karen's nose once more. "We'll teach her."
"Yeahhh, we'll teach her," Jack echoed, drawing his cock out again until only the lobed prickhead stayed inside the girl's ass. Karen felt his fingers spreading out against her asscheeks, the curling tips biting into her flesh. Jack was laughing softly, giving his cock short, quick hunches before shoving down all the way. Karen arched her spine, tugging wildly at the ropes. Her ass ring tightened once, then finally relaxed, leaving the path clear for the fat, long cock.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
The hot, slippery sliding of the cock as it chugged deeper into her assguts sent hot, shivery thrill racing through her body. Karen felt her guts filling with the big man's cock. It was like having a steadily growing iron-hard turd filling up her asshole.
"Ohhhh nooo, nooooo!"
Karen pulled back from Martha's cunt, letting out another howl of delight. The woman reached down, grabbing the teen's head roughly in both hands and shoving her face back into her cunt.
"I never told you to stop licking my pussy. Don't make a move around here without asking permission. That's the first rule," Martha snapped. "And I thought you were learning faster than this."
Jack eased back again, rubbing his cockhead up against her asshole lips, then sliding his prick down deep again. Karen was sure she could feel his balls flattening up against her ass. His fingers went up to her dangling tits once more. She felt the nails cutting into her nipples and surrounding aureoles. She backed up against the big man as much as she could, making sure her mouth never left Martha's dripping cunt.
"Ohhh, that's it, little girl, that's it," Martha sighed, arching her back while closing her eyes. She was bending her knees slightly while sliding her cunt up and down, riding Karen's face. "Keep licking deep into my pussy. Ohhhh, that's good, very good. Suck now, honey, suck as hard as you can."
Karen did as she was told, swallowing the fuck juices freely oozing from Martha's pussy. The wiry cunt hairs tickled her nose, almost making her sneeze. Her cunt burned and throbbed all so strangely while Jack kept on fucking her shitter. There was some sort of connection there, some link between the nerves of her asshole and those of her clit. Some day she would have to ponder that. Right now, all Karen knew was her pussy was overheated, winking shut, blowing out hot air while her shitter was being stretched by that trenching prick.
Jack was pulling out again. Karen felt the tender ring of her asshole puckering outward. She eased her knees apart as best she could, the ropes keeping her from moving much. Karen thought the exciting suction in her asshole would drive her crazy.
"Fuck it out, baby. Yeah, this is somethin' else. Man, it's wild watchin' you eat out the doc while I fuck your ass."
The tempo of Jack's ass-fucking cock increased. Karen went wild, tightening her asshole muscles around his prick. She was trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt now. In fact, there was little pain involved in this fucking. Everything merged into one wild sensation that made her brain sizzle. She bucked and thrashed against the two people fucking her. How soft and hot and wet Martha's cunt was up against her face! And Jack! The touch of his prick, the way he was fucking her asshole! It took her breath away as he trenched out her shitter and fucked and fucked!
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" Karen grunted.
Jack was fucking back and forth, gradually speeding up his cock strokes until Karen thought her shitter would surely catch fire from the friction. He was holding tightly onto her jiggling tits, his fingers flicking at her nipples, driving them into an itching state of spasm. Karen growled into Martha's pussy, feeling another rush of hot pussy juice flowing from the woman's cunt. She swallowed the sour-tasting liquid, feeling it burn into her stomach while Jack entered the final round of his ass-fucking.
"Uhhhh, baby, can feel ... ohhh, yeahhh, can feel that cum boilin' up in my balls. Oh fuck, yeah, gonna burn it right into your fuckin' butt! Fuck man, gonna dump my load in your ass!"
His words made Karen's soul shrink with terror and lust. She grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes, all the feeling in her body centering on her cunt and her violated asshole. The rubbing of his prick against her shitter, the drag of her cuntlips against one another as she shot up toward orgasm left her breathless. Karen let out another moan, the vibrations of her voice sending Martha over the edge.
"Oh, you little slut! You damned little bitch!" Martha cried, snapping her head back and slapping the girl hard across the face. She held onto Karen, hunching her pussy up and down against the girl's face. Her knees trembled, threatening to give way. She managed to keep her balance, leaning forward, rubbing her clit against Karen's nose while more of her juice dribbled out and slicked down the girl's chin.
"Go for it, Doc!"
"Oh, God, God, she's good, so good. That little slut knows how to use ... uhhh ... her tongue. That's it, flick it up there, up against my clit and ... and ... ohhoowowowww!"
Karen felt the fluttering of Dr. While's cunt walls up against her nose and cheeks. She stiffened her tongue, sticking it in as far as she could, pushing and moving it around and around the convulsing pussy until Martha was whimpering and weeping above her. It was wonderful being in control this way, feeling the woman, who had made her dance, dance up against her face.
But it wasn't over yet. Jack was panting heavily behind her. His fucking in and out of her ass was making her mind blanch. She knew she was being fucked by a master, being fucked hard and fast. Her cunt was exploding like a starshell, sparks splintering all around and shooting down deep into her body.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder like that," Karen groaned as Martha pulled away from the young teen.
"Fuck it out, baby. I told you I'm gonna dump my load pretty fuckin' soon," Jack groaned.
His face was a mask of tension as the cum burned its way up from his balls to the head of his prick. He slowed his fucking down now, quickening it at times, slapping his belly wetly against Karen's asscheeks. The girl's body shuddered with each forward fucking blow, her tits swinging outward. She thought she could feel her shitter lining all but ready to rip loose. Karen wanted it all to happen at the same time-the itching thrills in her tits, her cunt exploding, her asshole contracting, Jack's prick spitting out its cum.
Jack grunted behind her again. His cock slipped out once more, sucking her guts down and up a third time. Only his prickhead remained in her body. Karen went wild, wagging her ass back and forth, arching her back while tugging madly at the ropes. She had to have that prick inside her! She simply had to!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed.
She no longer cared about her pride, about her morality. All that mattered was having that hard, hot cock fucking her, spreading her ass apart, diving down deep into her asshole!
Jack let out an animal-like grunt, ripping his prick into her ass. Karen felt her bowels exploding. She screamed, snapping her head from left to right like a rutting mare. He was doing it! Oh yes, he was doing it! She could feel the cataclysmic shots of his cum spattering up against her cuntal walls. His prick was jerking around inside her ass, shooting his spunk all around her clenching, convulsing shitter.
"Uhhhh ... owoowowyeeaghghhghhh!"
Karen fell to pieces as the lightning jolts of heat in her cunt increased the spasms in her asshole. Jack had flung himself completely, on top of her, cursing violently, hitting her with the flats of his hands as he came in her ass.
"Fuckin' bitch, fuckin' slut. Come on, milk my cock with that ass of yours! Come on ... uhhhhhhh!"
Martha watched with some interest, catching her breath as the couple fell onto the floor in the last throes of their cum. It was then that the door opened and Greig appeared with Teri. The girl shrank back as she caught sight of Jack and Karen. But Greig shoved her into the room, slamming the door hard behind her. When Karen looked up again, she saw her cellmate trembling above her. Yet another ordeal!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I told you about discipline ... and it seems you're on the brink of learning something about it," Dr. While said, her voice having regained its normal, slightly sing-song tone. "There are times when I think you could be our star pupil here, dear. And then there are others when, well, when I think you'll never learn. That's why I brought your little friend here to test you both. Teri, you've been through something like this before. But this is Karen's first time, so you'll excuse me if I repeat some things you've already heard."
Karen sat in a high-backed wooden chair, her wrists fastened to the broad arm rests by two metal cuffs that hurt her already-injured wrists terribly. Likewise, her ankles were fastened to the broad legs supporting the chair. Facing her was Teri, strapped to a similar chair in the same way. This was no ordinary treatment room, the girls were soon to find out. Dr. While moved from one teen to the other, checking her bonds, then moving back to a small black box with several dials on it.
"You see, this is a small portable generator. Small in size," she continued, tracing one fingertip along the dusty top, "but able to put out a good deal of voltage. Jack, Greig, you'll fasten the clamps to the girls now-in the usual places, of course."
Wires, hundreds of them it seemed, hung from the rear of the generator. The dials were lit, a faint hum filling the large room. Jack pulled out several black wires tipped with silver clamps. He walked up to Karen, a smirk on his face.
"Yeah, this is gonna teach you lots of things, bitch," he said gruffly, untangling the black wires, then checking the small clamps. The sharp little teeth Karen could see made her shiver against the wood. Her cunt began to tingle again when Jack opened the jaws of one device, moisture seeping around her frazzled blonde pussy hairs.
"This one's for the most important place," Jack said, opening it wide, then dropping his hand down to her crotch.
Karen stiffened, pressing her head against the back of the chair hard. Her teeth chattered when she felt his knuckles brushing up against the still-swollen and hot cunt meat. She felt the tiny muscles trembling to his touch. Jack knew what he was doing to her and laughed softly. Then there was a sharp pain, the pain of those tiny clamp teeth biting into the muscles just below her clit. Karen let out a shuddering breath, her nostrils flaring while her ass slid over the seat bottom. She managed somehow to keep from crying out as the pain throbbed through her cunt.
"Good, that's good," Jack commented, taking another clamp and holding it up to her face. "Now this one's for your right nipple."
Karen closed her eyes, feeling the cold metal brushing up against her nipple. In a second, the tiny teeth were biting into that sensitive rubbery nub. Jack quickly attached the third clamp to her left tit tip, reserving the long wire for her asshole.
"And finally this ..."
He reached around, spreading her asscheeks while threading the sharp black wire between her asscheeks. Karen moaned, feeling the metal slip over his cum and deep into her bowels.
"Okay, Doc."
Jack stepped back. Looking forward, Karen saw her new friend was also bound in the same way. The clamps looked grotesque as they dangled from the brunette's nipples and her pussy. Karen shuddered. She closed her eyes, wishing this were all over. And yet there was that one small part of her demanding more satisfaction, more excitement.
"Now, give them the dials," Dr. While ordered, her lips curling into a broad smile.
Jack and Greig each took a small back round device that looked like controls for an electric blanket. Jack pushed Karen's just under her fingers. Even with the cuffs restraining her arms she would be able to touch and move the dial at the top. There were numbers on the top, although most of them had been scratched off by use. The kind of use they had been put through made Karen's soul sink once more.
"This machine is linked up so each one of you can give the other ... uhhhh, maximum pleasure, shall we say, or pain. That depends on your outlook, of course. I brought the two of you together to face one another to see if you can pace yourselves in this exercise-not to destroy your partner at once, nor to give her too little. And then, of course, there'll be your reaction to the voltage you'll receive. You'll see, it's all very civilized."
"Oh no, no, it's not, it's not!" Teri bellowed from the chair.
Martha's face darkened slightly, but the smile quickly returned. She brushed her long hair, walking sexily over to Karen's chair. Her thunderous tits moved sensuously with every long-legged step she took. Her leather boots pressed against her white thighs as she stepped up to Karen, taking the dial from the armrest and holding it in one hand.
"You won't mind, dear, if I take this for the moment?"
Karen stared mutely up at the attractive woman as she wheeled about, holding the controls in one hand.
"You haven't learned, have you, Teri?" she snapped. "You haven't learned like Karen to keep your mouth shut until you've been spoken too. This will give you an idea of what to expect."
With that, Martha twisted the dial up two notches. The machine hummed higher. Karen watched, fascinated, as Teri's body suddenly arched up from the chair as much as the cuffs would allow. Her muscles tensed, bulging against her flesh while an ear-piercing screech ripped from her throat. Martha twisted the dial back to the off position once more.
"Ohhh my God!" Karen whispered.
"You see what a sudden turn can do. I don't expect you to give your friend such a rush of pleasure-at first, anyway," Martha said calmly, placing the controls back under Karen's fingers.
Teri fell back to the chair, her breathing coming in gusting pants while she opened her eyes and stared malevolently at Martha.
"You'll have your opportunity too, Teri, dear. Now, I think it's time to start. Karen, you go first. I believe Teri's recovered."
Karen's long fingers trembled over the dial. What choice did she have? Surely she wouldn't have that sharp current tearing through her the way it had through Teri. Maybe, if the two of them played along with Martha's game for a while, the doctor would tire of it and let them go. Karen's fingers tightened around the dial as she stared hard at Teri. She turned it slightly, sending a small buzzing current into the girl opposite her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Teri's body shivered slightly, her knees knocking together. Her tits jumped up, the black wires shaking against her chest. There was current going to her, but certainly not the level Martha had sent.
"Good, good. Now, Teri, your turn."
Teri hesitated a moment, then turned the dial one notch. Karen let out a cry, feeling the warm buzzing of current flow through her body. Her spine stiffened against the chair while her toes and fingers curled. It was so odd having the electricity sparking into her body. There were those faint pulses in her tits, cunt and ass. She squirmed against the hard wood, the backs of her legs pressing against the chair. The humming increased. Jerking against the back, the girl looked down and saw goose flesh rising all over her body. It was something of a pleasant experience as more current flowed through her.
"But you haven't done anything for your friend, Karen. She's giving you a good deal of pleasure. Perhaps you should reward her with the same."
Karen knew Martha was goading her. But some perverse spirit in her was rearing its head again. Once more, her fingers tightened around the controls. With her lips curling into a sadistic smile, Karen turned the dial up another notch. Teri almost immediately jumped up, her hair splashing around her throat while her tits slapped together. The girl let out another howl of surprise, her eyes widening while her knees again knocked against one another. Karen thought she could see cunt juice glistening between her legs. Was Teri getting hot? Was she feeling the same throbbing pulsing between her thighs, making her all wet and gooey down there?
"Uhhhhh!" Karen suddenly groaned.
More current, this time soaring into her body. Teri was playing the game too. How the increased current made her pussy itch! Her asshole felt clogged with wire, clogged the way her ass had been with prick meat earlier.
Jerking against her bonds, Karen felt the electricity leap through her body. She jerked, biting down hard while her temples throbbed. She swore she could hear a buzzing sound growing louder and louder as the current in-ceased. Her nipples were starting to swell almost painfully while the muscles in her belly knotted. Her pussy felt raw while her clit throbbed up to climax quickly. Oh, how exhausted she was! But the electrical flow kept her alive and awake!
"Yagghhghghhh!" Teri cried.
"Good! Good! Teri enjoyed that sudden burst. Look at her, Karen!"
Opening her eyes, the blonde teen watched as her friend twisted and writhed against the chair. Teri looked as if she were some mad person, her face a blur, her lips turning purplish While her tits slapped about madly. She couldn't keep still from all the current coming in. But somehow she managed to crank the dial up a little more, sending another rush of electricity right into Karen.
"Eagghghghhghggghh!" Karen screamed.
It was Karen's turn to shriek now, her body feeling as if it were on fire. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole were ripped to pieces by burning pokers while her screams shrilled through the room. She writhed and salivated, her cunt juice gushing out from her cunt-hole. The pain was enormous. And then an orgasm, so powerful that it took away thought and breath, exploded between her thighs. She shuddered and jerked in her chair, turning the dial up another setting and sending Teri off in a climactic spasm. The shrieks of both girls threatened to bring down the ceiling. They came and came and came. And still the electricity kept them on that level of high arousal. It was only when it appeared Karen and Teri might die from the electrocution that Martha ordered the machine turned off.
"Good, I think we've made some progress today," she said, removing her tit-cups and starting to don her medical clothing. "The men will see you to your cells. Tomorrow, we'll begin our advanced programming. We should see you both out of here in no time."
Karen went limp, feeling like a used rag as Jack unstrapped her from the chair and half-carried her back to the cell. Teri was behind her. But, at this point, the girl didn't want to talk to her friend. Her thoughts, formerly all a jumble, were starting to clear. She loved this. As much as the treatment repelled one part of her, most of her mind and body actually thrilled to it.
Later, as Karen lay in her bed, she clenched her teeth together, the last of her spasms dying away. The sweet spasms of orgasm were precious to her, heightened by this brutality. Even though she was only a teen, the thought of having more treatment like this excited her. The even snores of Teri brought her somewhat back to the present.
Yes, she would pretend to be horrified by all this. But secretly she would relish every second of it. Perhaps she could talk to Dr. While in private. Of course Martha While would want her cunt serviced for such advice. That would be fine. She had become very used to the taste of pussy juice in the last few days, something she enjoyed almost as much as getting fucked by Jack or anyone else, for that matter.
Yes, she would endure this treatment, find out more about learning the same kind of psychology Martha practiced. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Smiling, the girl fell asleep, her dreams of torment making her slumber more peacefully than she had in a long time.
