The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that bisexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings. For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world it not shaping up as expected.
For Laura Bennet, a young girl experimenting with her newly awakened sexuality, the change from childhood to womanhood is difficult and filled with anxiety.
BAD GIRLS IN BONDAGE is the story of young girls searching for the meaning of sex, struggling to mature, and then finding themselves abused at a strange school at a time in their lives when tenderness is most essential. It is a novel about the difficult transitional period through which we must all go.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Laura Bennet stood hesitantly in front of the large gray sandstone building, a breeze from the north lifting her fine blonde hair from her shoulders. It looked so forbidding. Her fingers tightened around her small suitcase as she clenched her light fall coat with her free hand. The trip to Brighton Manor had been long and tiring to her as she huddled in one corner of the rattling old van. Now and then, she had thought of Brad Skeffington and the night that had brought her here to this horrid place. How he had touched her in all the right places, stroking her thighs as she opened herself to him until he had her panties down and her pussy exposed. It was so naughty, so daring to have his fingers slipping around her cunt lips like that, milking them against one another until the foamy juice bubbled up from her cunt hole and wet down her thighs. "This way, ladies."
The woman's command cut through her like a knife, making Laura jump. Two other girls had ridden with her, condemned to this institution by over-conservative parents who had caught them doing the same thing. Laura frowned, following the others up the long stairs to the double glass doors, remembering how her mother had kept screaming when she entered the bedroom and found her daughter stretched on the bed-with Brad on top of her. They hadn't actually done anything, although Laura wasn't sure she wouldn't have let Brad go all the way. He had worked her up with the way he'd bitten her nipples, stroked her cunt, driven his tongue all the way into her mouth. And she remembered the feel of his prick sliding over her flat belly.
And then her mother had found them together, and the world came apart for Laura.
"This way, down the hail!" the tall, unsmiling attendant snapped. Brighton Manor had been in existence for nearly twenty years. Laura and her friends had heard stories about it, stories from grateful parents who had sent in unruly children and received modest ones back. The stories of abusive treatment-when they came to the surface-were usually discounted as tales meant to discredit a fine school. Laura felt her heart sink to the ground as they walked down the white, sterile corridor. The smell of disinfectant was everywhere, like a pungent perfume. What surprised her was the lack of people in the corridor. For a school, it was amazingly quiet-like a tomb. The atmosphere did dishearten Laura as she stopped in front of a large door. The matron reached down and opened it, ushering the girls in with a severe nod. "Don't sit down," a tall, imposing woman said, rising from behind her desk and tilting her chin up.
Laura trembled, feeling the weight of her suitcase tugging at her shoulder. She wanted to put the suitcase down but feared doing anything. "My name is Doctor Ellen Endicott. I run the manor here, as you probably can guess. You know why you're all here. I don't have to get into that." Laura wished she could run and hide. She knew that there had been investigations of the place several times. And each time, reporters had found the credentials of the manor impeccable. It passed the state examination every year for re-licensing. But Laura felt now that all those stories, all those rumors were all too true. And now Dr. Endicott stood before them in a tight white dress, her black hair pulled back severely, her blue eyes glowing with a frightening intensity. "You," she said, nodding at Laura. "You're shaking. That's good. I like to see someone who recognizes authority when they see it. That's a good start. You'll be taken to your cell later. Come with me. The others go with Matron. She'll instruct you as to the routine here." Laura cast the departing girls a baleful look, wishing she could disappear with them. Why had she been singled out? The matron had given her an odd smirking look before backing out of the magnificent office. Now she and Ellen were alone, something that made her very, very nervous. "Come with me."
The doctor was so business-like now that Laura felt some of her anxiety fading away. Perhaps all those stories were just that-tall tales from people who had resented the regimen of this place. She followed Ellen down the corridor, still wondering where all the others were. In a moment, they were into the bright sunlight. Shading her eyes with one hand, she noticed gratefully that the tall stone walls a around her broke the wind from outdoors.
"Do you remember your medieval history?" the doctor asked as they slowed.
"Not really," Laura said, feeling terribly thirsty and hungry. "Too bad. The manor's built on a plan of a medieval castle. This was to be the bailey. That's the 'keep," Ellen said, pointing to the circular tower they were heading toward.
Once again, Laura felt fear stab through her. The doctor said nothing more, taking a huge brass ring from her belt and opening the door to the keep. She motioned Laura inside. It was terribly dark. Ellen came in behind her, switching on a light.
The small yellow overhead lights screwed into the arched concrete ceiling did little to illuminate the tunnel. Laura had to bend don slightly to walk through. Carefully going down a narrow flight of stairs, she found herself stepping into a large, wood-paneled room. It was then Laura felt her hands and feet turn icy. Beads of cold perspiration dotted her forehead as she looked around.
It was horrible! Strange-looking instruments hung from pegs hammered into the walls. Then a door slammed behind her and Laura realized she was trapped.
"Take off your coat now."
Laura didn't hesitate, hoping her quick compliance would make the doctor amenable.
"Good. Now your dress."
Laura hesitated, something that made the good doctor's eyes narrow. She stepped up to the girl, slapping her sharply across her face. Laura cried out, her head snapping to one side while her blonde hair splashed over her reddened cheeks. The stinging blow shocked Laura so much she didn't realize half her dress had been ripped from her body until she'd blinked the tears from her eyes.
"No!"
Another sharp slap across the face convinced her otherwise. She stood there, sniffing, rubbing her injured cheek while Ellen pulled off her dress, then stepped back to admire her trembling in her bra and panties. "And now, the rest," the woman said coldly. The girl was too terrified to object this time. Reluctantly, Laura reached back and unhooked her bra, letting the halter fall to the ground as her pendulous tits slipped out and lay pertly on her upper chest. Sliding her thumbs under the white translucent nylon of her briefs, Laura pushed them down to her knees, stepping care fully from them and feeling terribly naked and vulnerable.
Dr. Endicott's eyes narrowed even more, her nostrils flaring a bit as she examined her young victim with increasing relish. She took Laura by the wrist, pulling her across the room toward those horrid instruments. Laura resisted, her ass tucking back, her tits slapping gently together. But Dr. Endicott's strength was surprising. She led the girl forward, then told her to stay put.
Looking down, Laura realized she was between two widely separated ringbolts in the cracked concrete floor. Each held a short chain ending in a heavy leather anklet. Quickly Ellen fitted these on her, buckling them tightly until the black leather pinched her ankles. Laura let out a groan, starting to bend down. She wanted to unfasten those things. What could this woman be thinking of? Laura had never experienced anything like this before in her life! But Laura remembered the double slap and continued to stand straight.
"Now, for your arms. Stretch your arms above your head... now!" Laura felt her flesh quivering as she did as she was told, tilting back her head and seeing a long horizontal metal bar hanging from the ceiling. Working a small wooden winch near the wall, Ellen lowered the bar until it was two feet above Laura's shoulders. Using half-inch strips of rope, Dr. Endicott fastened the girl's wrists to the bar, using double figure-eight knots for a tighter, more secure bond. Laura whimpered, her head moving around, her eyes sweeping over the room as she wondered what Ellen had in store for her.
Ellen stepped back and looked approvingly at her victim, ten moved to the winch and began turning the handle again. Slowly, Laura felt her arms rising above her head until they were stretched taut. She gasped as first one and then the other heel left the floor. When Ellen stopped turning and flipped the ratchet, the naked teenager hung in the form of a tall X. Her arms and legs were spread wide. Half- hanging by her wrists, half-standing on her toes, she hung there stretched and taut. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Laura was crying, her hot tears burning down her cheeks as she looked pleadingly at Dr. Endicott.
"Discipline. You must learn that, if you're going to be a contributing member of society. Your mother's shown me you have none of that, fucking a boy under her roof! No morals, no common sense!" Laura was going to object, going to tell her nothing had happened. But her words stopped in her throat. Ellen looked at her, then went back to the winch and turned it another half- turn. She screamed, the dull ache in both her shoulders turning sharp. "You poor little thing," Dr. Endicott said, smiling ironically while the girl twisted and jerked in her bonds. You really don t know pain at all ... yet, and you still scream. I can only guess what's going to happen later on in your . . . uh, treatments." - "No, no, stop! I'll do anything! I'll be good! Please, I'll be good!" Laura cried, her words tumbling out as she pulled against the painful bonds.
But Dr. Endicott wasn't impressed. Laura stopped her cries in a moment, watching in disbelief as Ellen began removing her own clothes. When the woman had completely stripped, she put on a grotesque steel-studded collar. Stepping to a small cabinet to her left, Ellen pulled out several black leather bands, wrapping them around her ribs. It was a ritual, Laura could see. She watched as the woman slipped on long tight fitting black boots tat seemed to go halfway up her thighs. She watched as if hypnotized, her fear making her weaker.
Ellen looked like an Amazon warrior about to attack. She stood in front of Laura, looking implacable. Raising one hand, she began stroking the girl's cunt with the backs of her fingers. Laura flinched. No one had ever touched her like that . . . except Brad, of course, and she was paying dearly for that now. Why was she feeling something as the doctor stroked her pussy? Why was she starting to sense a warm, fuzzy feeling growing more and more intense as the woman continued to play with her cunt? Laura bit her lower lip, wanting to beg the doctor to leave her alone. But she thought better of it and remained silent. The ropes around her wrists were cutting her terribly, while cramps plagued her inner thighs. The only good thing about all of this was her cunt growing warmer and wetter with the continual stroking.
"You little bitch! Even this turns you on!" Ellen turned malevolent suddenly, twisting her fingers into the girl's cunt thicket and tearing out a fistful of her blonde cunt hairs.
"Eaghghhghghhgh!"
Laura's ass cheeks clenched together like two tight fists while her knees shuddered against the chains. A fiery agony shot through her cunt as she hung there helpless, open to the woman's fury. She threw back her head and blinked away the burning, blinding tears, the pain still throbbing through her pussy. Ellen was slapping her thighs with the back of one hand, jabbing two fingers into her pussy and twisting them around so her long nails scraped painfully against the wet cunt walls.
Laura bucked back, feeling the tips of Ellen's nails poking at her cherry. Oh God, no! Ellen couldn't be thinking of doing that with her hand! Oh God in heaven, no! It was worse, far worse tan she had heard about! Laura jerked her hips from side to side, ignoring the cutting pain of the bonds around her wrists and ankles as Ellen's fingernails threatened to slice through her cherry.
"Hmmmmm, I'm surprised you still have your hymen. You aren't the little slut your mother painted you to be; perhaps. Either that, or you're far more clever, satisfying men with your mouth and ass while saving your cherry for something better later on," Ellen said thoughtfully. "In any case, the manor certainly won't hurt your development." Ellen withdrew her fingers, to Laura's relief. She sagged in her bonds for a moment, hoping this odd exam would be the end of it all. She was mistaken. Dr. Endicott studied her for a few more minutes before withdrawing for a second.
Laura tried moving her legs as cramps knotted the muscles. It was impossible. As she blinked her eyes clear, she saw Ellen returning with a long pink thing that looked like a man's cock. "You've never seen a dildo?"
Laura bit her lip again, shaking her head violently from side to side. She blushed furiously, remembering the size of Brad's prick. She had touched his cock, feeling it throb against her fingers. But it wasn't this large, this thick! Her eyes rounded as she guessed what the good doctor had in store for her.
"I don't want to mess my fingers with blood. That would happen if I were to push them in all the way right now. My friend here can do the job just as well," Ellen said, smiling as she wagged the plastic prick in front of Laura's face.
"No, no!"
The teenager pulled frantically at her bonds, hoping against hope something would give way and she would be able to rush from this room. The overhead bar held firm while the cuffs tightened painfully around her ankles, her tits rose and fell as she gulped in air. Discipline! This was worse than any Marine camp, Laura thought, watching as Ellen shoved the awful thing against her face.
"Watch while I squeeze the bulb attached down here. It does... interesting things. For instance, a part of it swells and enlarges, creating small bumps. Do you see?" Laura edged her head back, horrified at what that awful thing was doing now.
"And if I fill the dildo with water first, your cunt or ass will be bloated. That would be really uncomfortable, dear." "No, no! Don't! Oh please. . don't!" Laura begged, feeling as if she had fallen into a terrible nightmare.
"And don't worry about me flooding the floor. The end near me is designed to seal your sweet little pussy," the woman said, her tin black eyebrows arching just a little more than usual.
Laura tried pulling away from the bonds once more, sobbing with horror and shame as she felt them cutting painfully into her flesh. Throwing back her head, the girl let out a sharp cry, her knees shaking as she felt Ellen toying with her cunt. Moving her thumb around, Dr. Endicott creased the girl's clit with her nail, teasing it around the moist, soft edges before crushing it with one stabbing blow. Laura opened her mouth, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth while her face blanched. She never thought anything could be that painful! When she finally found her voice, the young blonde let out a shriek of agony. "Good. You're alive. I enjoy having a girl who responds the way you do," Ellen said, slip ping away from her for a moment. Laura could hear water running; blinking her eyes, she saw Ellen filling that awful, horrid thing with cold water. She trembled, feeling the bonds burning her wrists even more. How her arms and legs ached from being pulled in that awkward position. Laura wanted to beg her to let her go. But she could tell Dr. Endicott was implacable. She was going to have her way, no matter what.
"What. . . what are you doing?" the girl asked when Ellen returned from the sink.
"Going to prepare you for entry."
The girl looked down with rounded eyes as Dr. Endicott put the dildo on the floor, then gripped her around the hips. In a moment, the woman had lowered her mouth to Laura's cunt. Terrified and sickened, the girl let her head fall back once more. The moment that licking tongue had fucked into her cunt hole, she found herself responding strangely... responding as she had never done before! Her ass tightened while her skin shivered at the woman's touch. What was happening to her? Another woman was licking her tight little cunt a woman! And she found the cunt muscles growing itchy and convulsive, tightening around that wonderful hot, wet thing moving in and out of her pussy with a maddening rhythm. She began twisting a little in her ropes, bearing the groaning sound of her bonds while Dr. Endicott swirled her tongue in her pussy in a circular motion. Laura was making happy little sounds when the woman pulled away from her pussy, smacking her lips while trailing her fingertips around the girl's furred cunt "Yes, you have a problem, dear. The moment something touches your cunt, you go into heat. While that may be attractive to many men," the woman continued almost medically, "that simply isn't socially acceptable behavior. You'll have to learn to discipline your emotions. This is a beginning."
"Oh, no, no!" Laura moaned, complaining about the loss of that wonderful licking tongue as well as the onslaught of more pain. Ellen took the dildo and began rubbing the broad, latex cock head against Laura's cunt. The girl looked down with wild, rounded eyes. Something that big surely would tear her to pieces. The doctor couldn't intend to fuck her with that thing! Her knees trembled while Ellen began pushing the horrid thing in. Slowly, pain fully, the teenager felt her cunt expanding to accommodate that awful dildo. Laura jerked her head from side to side, drinking in the sensation of having something hard and thick in her pussy for the first time in her life. At times Ellen stopped, twisting the dildo around so the girl could feel it even more. Laura cried out then, her muscles knotting up in her arms and legs. At times the teenager thought she would disgrace herself by losing control and shitting all over herself. Somehow she managed to keep her wits about her, bending her knees as much as she could, as if that would help the brutal fuck.
And then there was a pain, an agony she felt that was unlike anything she had experienced before! Laura's eyes widened while a pulse leaped through her throat. She began panting heavily, nearly choking on her own spit. She opened her mouth, but then another shock of pain cut off her voice. Looking down at Ellen with rounded eyes, the girl wanted to beg her to stop. But there was only raw pain stabbing through her now, taking away all thought, all control.
"Aghgh~ghh~~... ooooooohl"
Ellen said nothing, twisting the dildo and pushing down deep. Laura snapped her head back, seeing bright flashing lights explode behind her eyes. Again and again she shrieked, the baleful tones of her voice echoing off the stone walls while the chains rattled overhead. Gradually, the awful pain ebbed into a duller ache and Laura came back to her senses. She shook the hair from her dampened face, staring down at Ellen and feeling a wash of hatred for the woman. There was nothing she had done to merit this. Gathering up all the strength she had, Laura spat at the woman, her face reddening with triumph. ''Brat!"
Ellen struck back, smacking the teenager sharply across the face with her right hand. Again and again she slapped her, twisting the dildo around at the same time, fucking it into her cunt.
Laura shrieked louder, her voice shrilling while the woman fucked that awful dildo in deeper and deeper. Her body involuntarily jerked as if someone were passing current through it.
What was so hard for her to bear was the knowledge that this was only the beginning. This was only the start of what was to be; Laura was sure, a very long period of sadistic abuse.
Chapter Two
"Eaghghghghhhhh!"
Laura thought that her body was splitting right dawn the middle. The length of the dildo butted and bored its way into her cuntal socket. Looking down through her tears, Laura could see the look of excitement flushing Ellen's face. Oh, she had tried to sound professional-as if all this were the same as administering a dose of medicine to an ailing patient. But Laura caught the thickness of her voice, the trembling of her hand, the way she looked now as she fucked her with that awful plastic prick!
Never smiling, Ellen twisted the plastic prick nearly three-quarters of the way in before stop ping. She was panting like a dog, her eyes glazed over as she inspected Laura's cunt with some satisfaction. Laura felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared down at that horrible woman. There was no happiness on her face as she made certain the girl was crammed with that dildo. Her tight cunt was stretched to the tearing point, and she was fighting down the desire to scream. Oh yes, Dr. Endicott would like that now-hearing her shriek out her agony, watching her twist on the ropes while she was impaled on that long thick plastic cock! No! She would never give her the satisfaction of seeing something like that.
"Now, you'll find out what this is all about," Ellen said. Laura hung there, her bare ass shivering and white as Ellen picked up the small plastic bulb and began twisting it around in her fingers. The girl prayed something would happen to end this nightmare as she sagged by her wrists. She felt she needed all her strength to keep from blacking out as the skewering artificial prick fucked a little deeper in her tight little cunt hole.
The knowledge that a thing and not a lover's cock had torn her cherry made the pain seem worse. And Ellen was making sure now that all the dildo was in.
It was Laura's first fuck, and it was by that monstrous dildo fucking into her virgin pussy.
Ellen started squeezing the bulb. Laura shivered, her head lolling as the frigid water started shooting into her heated cunt. The icy liquid splashed all around inside her pussy, washing her down, making her shiver in agony as her slick cuntal membranes tried to contract. But the dildo kept her cunt walls from tightening. They stretched all the more. Pain shot through her again and again while her mouth stayed open. Laura didn't care about her former resolve now. She had to respond to the pain building in her. She tossed back her head and screamed and screamed, pulling wildly at the overhead bar, curling her toes, jerking on the bonds again and again like a wild puppet while that awful water built up in her cunt.
"Yes, yes, that's the way, dear. That's the way you'll have to learn. And we all know, learning is a painful experience." Laura didn't listen to what the doctor was saying. All she could think of was her pussy; her poor, aching cunt throbbing and jerking against that horrid thing while Ellen filled her cunt with more cold water. The woman had estimated the amount of water to be used correctly. Though it made her pussy swell, Laura felt� an odd combination of pain and bitter cold mingling with the pressure in her pussy. She stopped crying out, her head dangling, her tits swaying gently.
Slowly, the water was being heated by her body. That was helping the discomfort somewhat. But there was so much water in her, so much pressure that made her cunt ache and throb.
Laura dangled there, fighting the urge to void herself. Ellen disappeared once more, returning with what looked like a vaginal observation instrument. But the girl's pussy wasn't the target of her latest horror. While whimpering and gasping in pain, Laura felt the cold metal instrument rest against her ass cheek. There was the sound of turning screws, then the sensation of that cold steel up against her asshole. That thing had been greased. A sharp, hot pain shot through her, making her jerk her hips forward violently. That move made the water slosh through her pussy, causing her more pain.
She ground her teeth, groaning as that horrid clamp pushed its way into her shitter then touched the warm, slick lining of her ass. Laura sighed then screamed, feeling that thing spreading her asshole wider and wider apart while the woman turned the adjusting screw. In a moment, the prune-like pucker of her shitter had been opened nearly one inch. Laura screamed, feeling the cool air of the room chilling the hot interior of her violated asshole.
Laura hung there in suspension, the dildo and water violating her cunt, that reverse clamp stretching her asshole open and keeping it that way. In another moment, she felt something tickling around the outer edge of her shitter. Mustering the courage to twist her head around, Laura saw Ellen holding a long wire attached to what she guessed was a small transformer. Slowly, the doctor was feeding the wire into her shitter. Laura could feel the sharp scratchy sensation of that thing against her asshole walls. It was wild! Fucked at both ends while strapped into that X position, unable to do a thing to defend herself! In a moment, Ellen was back at the transformer, the wire lodged deep in the girl's ass guts. Slowly, Ellen turned the dial, sending a small current biting into the youngster's ass. "Oooooooo!"
Laura felt her asshole trying to clamp shut. But the instrument was keeping her shitter wide open. She writhed with pain. "Yes, that's it, dear. You know what it's like now to get thrilled in the ass and cunt at the same time. It's a wonderful feeling, isn't it? It's the answer to all your fantasies, right? But you'll have to pay a price for those fantasies."
"Eaghghghghghhh I"
The price was more current shooting into her body, her shitter spasming while the electricity shot through her.
She yanked and pulled at that overhead bar, sure it would tear loose.
Laura felt she had the strength of thousands as she writhed in agony. Gasping and sobbing, the girl thought of what Ellen had said. She threw back her head, shivering in agony as another dose of high current tore through her ass and radiated through her body. Somehow, the electricity was increasing the sensitivity of her clit. And that increase was so good, so shamelessly good! The water in her pussy seemed to boil, but not only from her increased body heat. Ellen had turned Laura s pussy into an oven with that current. She twisted back and forth in her bonds, the hurt turning into a delectable, thrilling sensation. The excitement was building in her. Somehow, the pain, the humiliation, the pressure in her cunt and against her cut were all building toward an end that made the teenager shudder. "That's it, dear, that's it," Ellen said, her voice thickened with lust. She lowered one hand to her own cunt, fucking herself with her fingers as she twisted the dial another notch.
Laura's face was a blur, her lips purple and glistening with spit while her hair splashed like a blonde waterfall over her shuddering shoulders. Her body stretched and yanked against the ropes while the electricity surged wildly into her ass guts. The water bubbled and churned in her cunt, the pain becoming more and more acute while a small series of climaxes teased and tormented the bound teenager. Tiny fingers seemed to squeeze her ass harder and harder as the girl tried to tell Ellen to stop. But no words would come from her mouth. All she could think of was the horrid agony teasing at her ass and thighs while the water in her cunt boiled. Laura tried to fight down the inevitable climax she could sense was building fast in her. Nothing could stop it. It was like trying to stop an avalanche with a wall of straw! She churned her hips upward a little more, screaming and screaming while the electricity burned through her bowels. "Oh, my God!"
She was cumming, having an anal orgasm, then feeling her cunt start to explode. The current still burned her ass. Ellen rose from the floor quickly, gripping the dildo and unsealing the plastic cup from Laura's cunt. In a flash the now-hot water bubbled out from the girl's pussy in a rush. The sudden expulsion of the liquid and the release of pressure triggered a cuntal climax.
Laura writhed against the ropes, her ass- cheeks dancing while she came long, hard and violently. Her cut throbbed while her cuntal walls slapped together, the muscles itchily milking against one another. Again and again, Laura felt the wash of her climax. It was so powerful she had failed to notice Ellen had switched off the electricity and pulled the wire from her shitter.
She came again, one orgasm feeding on another, making her twist and bounce as if she were having a fit. It was only when several minutes had passed that Laura came down from her high, hanging limply, her heels still well off the floor while her arms remained stretched widely above her head. She thought for a moment she would faint. Oh yes, yes, that would be nice, nice and wonderful! Blacking out would blot out the horror of reality if only for a few blessed moments. "Yes, you've had enough treatment ... for the day," Ellen said, walking to the wall and unfastening the ratchet.
Slowly, she brought the bar down until Laura's feet were level with the floor. It was all the teenager could do to keep her knees from buckling. She felt violated, ashamed. She had had things done to her that were horrible. And yet secretly she had enjoyed them. Worse, she knew Dr. Endicott knew she had had a good time. This was no treatment center. It was a strange kind of brothel Ellen was running for her own pleasure. How could all this have anything to do with making a better person out of her? If nothing else, it showed a dark side to her personality she had never known existed. Wouldn't something like that be better left untouched? "I can see in your eyes you can't understand the methods I use here," Ellen began, unfastening the ties around Laura's wrists, then unbinding the cuffs from around her ankles.
Laura pushed her fingers through her hair, feeling a little stronger now. She inhaled a deep breath, still afraid to move without asking permission from the doctor.
"Why? What good does all this do?" Laura asked, her voice sounding meek. "Do? It will show you, dear, that every pleasure has its price. Some of those prices are very dear, but are worth paying. My job is to instruct you on these, and instruct you on how to pay for them or not, should you decide the fee too dear. That's something too many girl's your age simply know nothing of," Ellen said with an evil smile, putting one hand on the girl's shoulder.
"I don't understand," Laura said, shrugging away from the touch.
Ellen looked darkly at the girl for a moment. "You will. Most do who leave the school. Yes," Ellen said, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head coquettishly to one side while studying the naked girl. "You'll be one of my finest pupils, I think. In the meantime, you'll have to go to your room and dress like the others." Laura dressed quickly, afraid someone might see her half naked and guess what had gone on in that room. It was a stupid feeling, of course. Anyone who worked there could probably guess what Dr. Endicott had done to her. The matron certainly knew, hardly masking her gloating.
Laura's suitcase had been taken to her room.
It's more a cell; she thought the moment she stepped into the tiny, sterile cubicle. There was a small bed, one chair, a small desk, a sink and toilet. In the door at eye level was a small window where the guards, no doubt, could stare in enjoyment while she pissed or took a shit or simply sat on her bed in misery and thought of the soft life that had been taken from her so rudely.
"You won't need those clothes, or this," the matron said, picking up the blue nightie her mother had packed for her and flinging it to the concrete floor. "All our girls dress in the uniform-night and day. You'll use the cotton nightgown at night. Nothing fancy here. You'll be ready for a medical examination in thirty minutes. I'm sure," she added with a sly grin, "Dr. Endicott has taken pains to ensure that you're clean for our medical crew."
Laura blushed furiously, turning from the door and nearly jumping from her skin when it slammed harshly behind her. She stood in front of the bed for a moment, staring at the gray shapeless dress hanging on the wall. It looked like something from a snakepit. The cotton nightgown was soft and comfortable to the feel, but a far cry from the more fashionable things she had worn at home.
She was weak now, enfeebled by the wild treatment she had undergone in Dr. Endicott's private playroom. She would have to steel herself for these "treatments," she knew.
Quickly Laura shed her clothes, folding them neatly and slipping them into the suitcase after having removed all her toiletries. While tidying her room and waiting for the call for her "exam," Laura wondered again where all the girls were. There were the two who had come with her, plus many more here, she knew. How odd it was she hadn't heard any voices except those of a matron or two passing outside her locked door. The thirty minutes had passed quickly. Laura was hoping they had forgotten her and she could have a moment's peace. But that was not to be. Outside the door, she heard the steady clacking of the matron's footsteps, the sound of jiggling keys, and the squeak of the door opening. "The doctor's ready for you now. Come with me. You can hand over your suitcase later. Don't worry," the matron said with an affected bored expression on her face. "You'll get a receipt for everything." Laura walked behind the large tall woman, criss-crossing her arms and rubbing her goose fleshed skin with her fingers. They walked for what seemed like miles, passing closed doors like hers. More than once, Laura wanted to stop and peep into the tiny windows at the tops of the doors, hoping to see another girl just as miserable as she. But the teenager didn't dare fall behind the matron.
When they approached a large green door, the matron slowed, pointing a long skinny finger forward.
"The doctor's office is in there. He's expecting you. When he's through with you, I'll be buzzed. You wait here," she said with a sweeping gesture to a small high-backed wooden bench opposite the door. Laura nodded in acknowledgment, opening the door and stepping into a brightly lit office. In the middle was a long examining table, the kind she had seen in old-fashioned pictures of a doctor's office in the forties and fifties. There were the usual glass-doored cabinets lining the walls, an eye chart pasted opposite her, and a faint smell of disinfectant wafting through the small room. She sat on a wooden chair across from the table and waited, drawing her knees together. In a moment the doctor came in, a tall, well built graying man in his fifties with a robust nature Laura could feel instinctively. He smiled at her, pushing open his long white starched robe and nodding in the direction of the table. "Take off your gown. I'll be with you in a moment," he said, turning from her and opening one of the cabinet doors. Laura did as she was told, draping the shapeless thing over the back of one chair and looking around for the usual white robe they gave you during an exam. There was nothing nearby, however. Doubtless, it was another of their ways to tell her she was under control and not in the free-living outside world.
"You're not ill, are you? From what Dr. Endicott told me a few moments ago, you're quite a healthy young woman," he said, turning and leering at her.
Laura gasped at that look, the same look Ellen had shot her just before just before she had roped her in that awful room! Laura drew back on the table, feeling a ripple of terror make her head start to shake. The doctor had noticed that, and he smiled more broadly. "You can call me Dr. Handley. Jack, actually, but that's not a name I want to hear from you, understand?"
Laura nodded, watching in surprise as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and slipped one into his mouth, lighting it.
"Filthy habit, actually, but one I find useful at times." "Useful?" she gasped, her eyes focusing first on his handsome, cruel face, then on the cigarette he held in his right hand. The smoke curled upward as he walked slowly up to her, that smile still on his face. "Lie on the table," he demanded, taking a puff from the cigarette as Laura did as he commanded. Dr. Handley looked at her, rubbing his groin against the side of the table. "I like girls like you. I think that's why I work here for the relatively low pay. Their bodies- yours, for example-are so tight, taut, ready, inexperienced, waiting for the right man to train them. Do you know what I'm talking about?" He raised his eyebrows, smiling cryptically down at her.
"No," Laura gasped, squirming uncomfortably on the cold table. "Oh, it's of no importance. You'll find out soon enough, no doubt. Ellen's program here's quite good at pointing out things to young girls that they never thought of. You'll see. But right now, we have work to do."
"Work?"
"You know, I like pink nipples. I like them very much," Jack said, his eyes gleaming. Laura didn't like his tone of voice. She even wondered if he was a real doctor when he began hefting her tits slowly from her chest, letting them fall back again.
"You are very well endowed, young lady. You should be proud of your body. It's a good thing to be proud of your body," he said. "And your nipples, they are very beautiful. I prefer them when they're red, however-red and hard, glowing like my cigarette."
"No!" Laura gasped.
"Oh yes, yes," he laughed.
And then slowly, very slowly, Dr. Handley brought the glowing tip of the cigarette to within an inch of the girl's nipple. Looking down with widened eyes, Laura sucked in a deep breath and held it. She shivered, squirming again on the table, watching as he moved the cigarette from one nipple to the other, then chuckled when she gasped as a hot ash dropped onto her tit. Laura lay very still, not daring to move as the doctor let the robe slide off his shoulders. Then be brought the glowing tip of his cigarette closer to her nipple. Horror flooded through the girl as she felt the searing heat burning her nipple. It was starting to hurt her. But deep down inside, the teenager was starting to feel excitement. She felt something happening inside her. Perhaps it was because of the rough treatment she had received from Ellen. The very roughness of that had made her understand that such treatment preceded pleasure. Perhaps somehow her mind accepted the fact that the more someone hurt her, the more enjoyment she would eventually have. But at the moment all she could think of was that cigarette about to burn her. In a moment the doctor dropped the cigarette to her nipple, the pain shooting through her like a million needles. Laura screamed, knocking the cigarette from his hand.
Jack shouted down at her, smacking her face with the back of his hand while crushing the floored cigarette with his heel. "You'll do as I tell you. You'll do as anyone tells you here, understand?" he said calmly, removing his shirt. "Ellen would agree with me."
Chapter Three
"You're no doctor! This is no exam!" Laura cried, scooting back on the table while folding her arms protectively over her tits. "I'll examine you in my own way. Now lie down on that table."
"No, no! Don't touch me!"
Laura tried scrambling from the table. But Jack was far quicker and stronger than she was. She felt his bear-like hands grip her slender shoulders, wheeling her about and slamming her down hard against the tabletop. She was wild, kicking and biting and screaming, the balls of her feet hitting Jack at times across the shoulders.
"Feisty little slut, eh? Let's see how this sits with you." Laura felt him slapping her senseless, that brutal paw-like hand striking her again and again, crashing against her chin and nearly breaking her jaw. The last blow caught the teenager on the forehead, stunning her into silence. Laura's legs slipped down while her head rolled to the side, the room spinning around her dizzyingly.
That man, this "doctor" of the school, was going to torment her the way Ellen had- perhaps worse, she thought, looking around at all the medical instruments gleaming behind the glass doors of the surrounding cabinets, Suddenly all sorts of things flashed through her head, stories of how girls had been found in ditches all the time, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Was she going to be another such victim? Laura tried to regain some of her strength to fight off this animal. But he had successfully knocked her strength from her. "Now, we can start," he said.
Laura felt something like cord around her wrists. She moaned, drawing one hand aver to knock his away. Dr. Handley ignored her feeble attempt to fight back, binding her wrists to two small projections jutting from either end of the table near her head. He was careful not to lay the rape over the chafed areas near her palm. For this Laura was grateful. But unlike the thicker straps Ellen had used earlier, these were thin and cut into her flesh. It let her know, she guessed, that the more she struggled, the more it would hurt. When the girl felt something wrap around her ankles she raised her head slightly from the table and saw the same white card being wrapped around her feet. But then something odd happened. Jack pushed both feet back until the heels were touching her ass. He roped them to her feet, forcing her into a spread position. To ensure the girl couldn't snap her legs together without some effort, Dr. Handley looped another long piece of cord around her right knee, running the line under the table, then looping the end around her other knee. With several underhand loops, he made certain Laura would remain wide open for him. The girl whimpered, looking down at the ropes cutting into her flesh and remembering the awful clamp Dr. Endicott had used to keep her asshole open for the electrical wire. Once more she had been trapped, now unable to make a move while this maniac strode around the room laughing at her plight.
When she heard the squeaking of a cabinet drawer opening, Laura jerked her head back, looking with some effort as Jack brought out a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings and clamps with very, very large screws. Laura wriggled against the table, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She looked up at the big man as he moved down around her knees.
"Yes, this one should fit," he said, holding a large clamp and staring at her pussy.
Laura gasped, throwing her head back and chewing down on her lower lip. She worked her fingers against one another, her skin rubbing against the tabletop while Dr. Handley opened the screw, then slipped the opened ends over her right cunt lip. He screwed the thing tighter and tighter until he had her cunt lip trapped in the screw. She could feel the metal sides biting into her flesh, then finally crushing it. The girl screamed, her throat hurting from all the cries that had escaped it earlier, her fingernails biting into her sweaty-damp palms. Jack tightened the clamp a little more, then let it sag to one side, its weight tugging the cunt lip painfully away from the hot, dark pink gash of her fuck-hole.
"Good, good," Jack said, smiling as the girl gritted her teeth. The pulling sensation was agonizing for Laura, and now she feared the screw might actually tear into her flesh. She could feel him working on her left cunt lip now, tugging it to the side and screwing it against her left thigh. Oh, how wide apart her cunt lips were now! "Please... oh please, don't; don't do this to me!"
"You're becoming tiresome, my dear. I'm afraid I'll have to gag you." It was something Dr. Handley had obviously been waiting for. Laura's constant cries were a convenient excuse. Taking off his shirt and pants, Jack slid off his Jockey shorts, revealing a rigid prick that, while not as big as the dildo that had raped her earlier, was certainly hefty and menacing enough. Wadding his shorts into a ball, Jack stuffed the sweaty briefs quickly into Laura's mouth before she knew what was happening. Immediately she could taste the sour flavor of his perspiration washing over her tongue. Gagging, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, Laura pressed the tip of her tongue against the material, hoping to shove it out. But Jack was fast, grabbing a roll of surgical tape and wrapping it around her skull before she could work even an inch of the filthy shorts from her mouth. She moaned in frustration, doing her best to keep from choking on her spit. "Now, it's more peaceful in here, and I can still hear your cries to my own satisfaction. That's good."
Next came her nipples. Smaller but heavy rings dangled in his hands. He began twisting the screws again and again, the clamps crushing her nipples. Laura jerked her head from left to right, her hair splashing over her forehead. He was crushing her nipples, almost tearing them from her tits with those awful things!
"Now, we'll get down to more serious things. Ellen tells me you almost came apart when she shoved the wire up your asshole. Not many new girls have that kind of reaction. I can see you're made of sterner stuff. That's good. We can skip the preliminaries since you're not so . . . uh, fragile, and move onto better things."
Laura wanted to scream out to him she was just a girl, just a simple young teenager who somehow got involved in this horrid place. But the spit-soaked, wadded Jockey shorts in her mouth kept her from saying a word. She thought of her mother, her father, her younger brother. They were an all-American family until this ripped them apart. And now she was stretched on this horrid table with Dr. Handley hovering above her like a modern-day Frankenstein!
He picked up his trousers, sliding the black leather belt from the loops. Doubling it, he snapped the sides together, the cracking sound making Laura jerk against the table. He jerked his arm high in the air, then brought it down hard between her thighs. The smooth leather smacked hard against her cuntal mound, finding a particularly painful target in her cunt.
She shrieked through the gag, arching her spine while digging the back of her head against the table. She wanted to kick her legs out but found the ropes holding them together more firmly than ever. Jack drew the belt up to her chin, stretching it around her throat, then pulling the ends down until the leather was pressing hard against her windpipe. Laura struggled against the choking thing, terror flashing now in her eyes. Jack was laughing at her, his prick standing straight out from his body and creaming while he watched her. The leather was choking her, strangling the life from her body while her flesh strained up against the cutting rapes. When the girl was certain she would pass out, Jack released the tension, doubling the belt once more and drawing it high over her head.
The teenager had just enough time to recover her senses before the makeshift whip crashed against her body once more. This time, the belt smacked dryly against her thigh, coming down a third time squarely over her pussy. Sparks showered into her cunt, making the tiny muscles convulse while her ass danced shiveringly over the sweat-slicked tabletop. Jack began striking her again and again in a steady rhythm, whip ping her harder until small welts began to appear. Dr. Handley was beginning to sweat now, streaks of perspiration on his cheeks while a lock of his graying hair hung rakishly over his eyes. Laura screamed again and again into the gag, trying to work it from her mouth while she felt the red welts rising on her body. He kept on whipping her, bringing the doubled belt down across her ass cheeks until they were crimson with the beating. Lashing her this way, Dr. Handley soon grew tired, his blows becoming weaker, while a strange desire began to rise from the depths of her being that demanded more stimulation. "Go on, beg for me to stop," he said, tearing the adhesive tape from her head and pulling out the gag. "Come on, bitch, beg. Beg like all of you do."
"No! I'll never beg. You can't hurt me!" Laura screamed back, instinctively feeling that her defiance would somehow increase her pleasure down the line.
"Yeah, this is what I've wanted all along. Dr. Endicott was right," he said with obvious pleasure. "You're not like the other young cows they send here."
He threw his body on top of hers, his mouth hungrily searching hers while his prick jabbed against her cunt. Laura writhed, feeling all the morality her mother had laid on her evaporating in a second. "No, no, don't kiss me! No!"
Her defiance only increased Jack's desire to have her. He found her mouth and shoved his tongue down all the way, moving back and chewing on her lips at times while raising both hands and twisting the screws on her nipples. Laura cried out again, fearing he would tear the nipples from her tits.
When she threatened to bite his tongue, he drew all the way back, slapping her cheeks again and again, knocking her almost senseless with the blows while hunching his cock up and down against the wet gash of her cunt. Now there was a wonderful heat flaming through her, searing her belly and clit, the fires of hell she had experienced now licking into tongues of delight.
"You want to be fucked, and fucked bad. I can tell that. Anybody with half a mind can tell that. I'll make your wish come true, but you'll pay a price for it."
She didn't care. After all, Ellen Endicott had told her the same thing-pleasure with a price. She wanted Jack to fuck her as if she were a wild woman. She writhed, straining under the rope, loving the stinging feeling the cord created as it cut into her flesh. She felt him back on her mouth again, his tongue attacking every pink ridge and hollow inside. He gripped her hair, puffing at it painfully while the other hand reached under her and squeezed her ass. The pressure of his probing fingers against her ass-cheeks only served to increase the lust she felt building deep inside her.
"Yaghghhfhfhff!"
Laura screamed into his mouth as Jack pinched and slapped her ass, then moved his free hand back up to her nipples and began twisting them around and around. The rings tore at the flesh, sending shock waves of agony racing through her body that somehow combined with the throbs of joy sparking from her clit. Laura could taste his spit in her throat. Ordinarily, the thought of something like this happening would have sickened her. But now she reveled in it, wallowing in her own depravity while the good doctor continued dry-fucking her and tormenting her body. The pressure of the screws on her cunt lips and tit tips made her flush with wild desire. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew the doctor's cock was big enough-maybe eight inches, maybe nine. It wasn't the size of that thing Ellen had used. But it was human. It was warm. It was sticking straight out hard and hot from the groin of this man pawing and hitting and biting her! That sent the fires raging through her pussy racing through the rest of her body. Instinctively, the young teenager knew the climax waiting just ahead for her would be more powerful than the one that had knocked her silly earlier.
"More? Want more?" he shouted at her, slapping her hard across the chin.
"No! You can't give me more! You can't give - me anything!" she spat back. "Little slut! That's what you'd like to think," he shot back, pulling at her hair and making the teen scream with pain. "But I can make you feel things you'd only dreamed of. And I'll do it, bitch."
The doctor was beside himself with excitement now, his mouth going all over her face. He shot his tongue down her throat, spit bubbling from her mouth and oozing down her chin and cheeks. Laura felt herself getting more aroused, wanting to try anything and everything the doctor could throw at her. Her large tits heaved up and down while his fingers pulled on her pinched nipples. She bit at him more than once, only to have him slap her half senseless with an opened hand. He loved hurting her, pulling at the rings, distending the nipples, then reaching down and twisting the clamps crushing her cunt lips until the girl let out a yowling shout. Laura cried out again, slapping her ass wildly against the examining table, her ankles straining against the cord. She felt the pain of that restraint, and that added to the delight.
Dr. Handley moved forward, his knees wedging her body while his prick jutted out and pointed right at her chin. He was sitting on her chest now, pressing against the balloons of her tits with his ass cheeks while he bobbed that fat, long hard cock in her face. "Have a good hard look at my prick. I want you to see what's going to cut into you. Smell it!" Laura could smell it-the pungent odor of musky maleness that triggered her into high heat. She groaned, twisting her hips up, feeling the burning sensation spread throughout her moist, sweaty cunt. She closed her eyes. In spite of herself, Laura saw a vision of the two of them fucking, joining their naked, sweaty bodies in an angry battle. "But first, there's something you have to learn-humility along with discipline. And the best way to learn that," he went on, sliding up a little farther, "is with this mother in your mouth."
"No, no!"
She saw the fat, meaty cock head sliding up toward her mouth. Gagging at the thought of having something like that in her mouth, Laura turned her face away, clamping her jaw tightly.
Dr. Handley was no fool; however, gripping her hair and pulling out a handful by the roots until she was back facing his fat, long prick. He tightened his grip around her body, sliding his prick up until it was slipping over her lips and nose. She could feel the heat against her face, the heat of his cock, of his balls. He moved for ward a little more, jabbing her eye with the bulbous prick head, rubbing it over her forehead, then bringing it down to her cheeks until there was a thin trail of pre-cum glistening on her flushed face.
Laura panted heavily, feeling the drag of his hairy balls against her chin. No. No. He couldn't make her do something like tat against her will. He just couldn't. She could fight him off!
"I won't take that thing in my mouth! You can't make me!"
"You'll do what I want!" Dr. Handley shouted back at her, gathering a fistful of her hair and jerking her head up from the table. Laura tried to resist, jerking her skull from side to side. But the doctor was determined, holding her still while puffing her lips up to the fat, throbbing cock inches in front of her. Her face was wet, streaked with perspiration. Her long blonde hair fanned out on the table as she looked at the hungry stare in the glowing eyes of that sadistic doctor. His knees pressed pain- fully into her upper arms as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his ass off her tits. He kept on pulling at her hair, grinning as she heard the strands tearing from her skull. He was sliding the fat red, meaty cock head over her lips. She could feel him prodding the thing against her mouth, see him relishing her disgust and horror. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head up a little more, letting his hard prick rub up against her upper lip. Already the teenager could taste the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum.
"Open up, open up!" he demanded.
When she refused, he slapped her again, this time his knuckles bruising her cheeks. Opening her mouth to let out a scream of pain, Laura found the doctor ready to slide his prick in. He jerked his hips forward, burying at least three inches of his fucker in her mouth. When Laura fried to bite down, he gripped her ears, twisting them painfully around and nearly tearing them from her skull. He threatened her with worse if she had any funny ideas about getting back at him.
Dr. Handley leaned forward a little more, his lower belly rubbing up against her forehead while more of his hot, slick cock meat slid into her mouth.
Laura swallowed, coating her mouth with the slimy stuff oozing from his piss-slit. She could hear him moaning with delight, feel his thighs shuddering against her face. He was enjoying himself immensely, degrading her this way, reaching back every now and then to tug at those heavy weights tearing at her nipples and increasing the pain she felt at this mouth-fuck. Laura's eyes grew watery as she felt his cock hairs brushing up against her nose. He pulled out, then fucked his prick back home all the way, rubbing his hairy groin against her flattened nose while relishing the sensation of her throat tightening around his prick head.
"Yeah, yeah! That's the way to give good head, bitch!" He reached back and started rubbing one finger against her clit, then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Cruelly, he twisted her clit, making the young teenager jerk and scream. He told her to suck harder or he would cut off her clit and ruin her for the rest of her life. Laura knew he had the surgical instruments here to do it-and she sucked his prick for all she was worth.
Chapter Four
"Suck that cock! Suck it like the little slut you are!" the doctor cried out, fucking her face, his balls dangling against her chin. Spit frothed out the round her mouth while Laura strained against the ropes cutting into her ankles, her wrists and her thighs. She could feel the sweat-slippery table against her shivering ass as she sucked as hard as she could on the big man's cock. It was hard for her to catch her breath at times as Dr. Handley kept slamming his cock meat against the back of her throat. She coughed and gagged at times, wanting to jerk her arms up to press them against his body and finding this impossible. "Yes, you like having my prick in your mouth, right? You enjoy this." Dr. Handley was growing more and more wild with each passing second. He tightened his fingers around her clit, pulling the tiny nub until the girl felt lightning shoot through her. It seemed as if he were about to pull her clit from her cunt.
She was sucking as hard as she could, her cheeks caving in and rubbing against his cock meat while his balls flattened against her tilted chin. The pain of her clit being twisted added a new dimension of delight to the thrills exploding in her body. And the peat, throbbing cock fucking into her mouth again and again made her hotter and more wild than before! There was an erotic urgency in having the doctor's prick in her mouth that was missing in her last session with Ellen Endicott. Laura sighed, happy to be filling her mouth with that huge prick. She wagged her tongue around the sensitive cock head, hearing the doctor gasp with approval at her new move. "Goddamn You're one helluva mouth Laura!" Jack slapped her several times, after releasing her hair and clit. The girl sighed again, tightening her lips around his prick. He held her face, looking down at her ovaled mouth pried wide apart by his spearing cock. Doctor Handley pulled his prick out slowly until only the prick head was buried in her mouth. He felt her tongue run around the double-lobed cock head, spit frothing out around the corners of her thinly stretched lips while her nipples swelled and strained against her biting rings. Grunting, he stiffed a little more of his hard fucker into her mouth, throwing back his head as he shoved the full length of his cock down her throat. He held it there, ignoring her gasps, her coughs, her strangled sighs.
It was all she could do to suck in a little oxygen through her nose. In a moment, she felt him withdrawing his cock meat again, the rubbery veins sliding over her lips. The pressure was off her cramped arms. In another second his cock head had slipped free of her mouth, still jerking and throbbing wetly above her nose.
Laura wanted his cock back in her mouth. She wanted to feel the hard thickness of that cock forcing her jaw open while more pre-cum oozed from the piss-slit and coated her mouth. Twisting her hips up, she wanted something now in her pussy, too-something hotter than that awful dildo Dr. Endicott had fucked her with earlier.
Backing off, Dr. Handley began slapping her tits lightly with both hands, watching the pendulous tit mounds rail together, the rings trailing behind and stretching her fit tits. Bending down, he started sucking on her nipples, drawing them into his mouth with the rings and biting down when he could.
Laura let out long sighs, rolling her head from side to side as a frenzy of fuck-lust burned through her. She loved feeling his teeth nibbling away at her sore nipples, his tongue sanding soothingly around the sensitive areolas. His fingers were pinching her, gathering her white tit flesh up in little bunches and squeezing until she squealed in pain. Moving down a little farther, Dr. Hundley finally had his mouth even with her hot pussy. Laura raised her head weakly from the table, peering heavy-lidded down at the big man wedging his head between her splayed thighs. She could feel the heavy panting of his breath against her pussy and knew what he was going to do. He was going to eat her out, stick his tongue in her cunt. And then she felt it, the press of his lips against her pussy, his tongue wagging up and down against the wet cuntal crack. The girl rolled her hips up, the tendons ridging her thighs while her ass cheeks clenched, unclenched, then bunched up again like two fists. A bubble of air escaped from her pussy, bursting into the laughing doctor's face as he fixed his mouth onto her fuck-hole and sucked. "Uhhhhh!"
He had her bouncing against the table, cutting her wrists and ankles against the bonds and loving the pain from it. Her cunt was so tight around his tongue she thought she would pull it from his mouth. He pulled bath hands up to her thighs, spreading her farther, burrowing his tongue down into her pussy while his teeth scraped painfully over her cunt lips. Stars exploded in front of the teenager as she soared toward climax. How her cunt ached for it. How Laura thrust her cunt up against his mouth, wanting orgasm with every bit of her soul. But Dr. Handley was playing her well, keeping her from her goal each time she seemed close to it.
"And now, for the finale . . . at least, this part of it."
He was going to fuck her!
And how she wanted to feel his cock meat now in her pussy. It would be her first real fuck with a human-not that awful~ dildo spewing ice water in her pussy. She opened her mouth as he drew up against her, his hands mauling her tits and cunt.
With one single stroke, he fucked his cock into her pussy, watching as the girl's face slackened from the delight she felt. Laura's eyes rolled as she felt those itchy cuntal walls spasm at the sudden fuck. Her pussy was tight, so very, very tight. And yet he had managed to fuck his cock easily into her boiling mint, the job made easy by the juice oozing from her cunt slot. "Oooooo!"
Laura thought she would go insane with the sensation of being fucked. It was far better than anything she could have possibly imagined- certainly better than it had been portrayed in those dry sex education classes at school. The young girl gasped again and again, feeling as if her body had once more been divided by something unyielding, something that would surely tear her apart. The pressure was tremendous inside her and, for a while, Laura thought she would faint with the combination of pain and wonder she felt. Oh, how he was attacking her with that prick, fucking it all the way into her and sending an explosion of sparks and delight shooting through her like fiery bullets.
"Damn!" Dr. Handley cried, clamping his mouth against hers and sticking his tongue down into her throat.
He shuddered as Laura's cunt muscles clamped down on his cock. Even with her cunt lips tugged wide apart by those screws, her cuntal walls squeezed tightly together, milking his cockrod. Her hot cunt was tight, so very very tight, nearly strangling his fucking cock while he twisted those tit screws once more.
"Yaghghghhh!"
There was pain and pleasure around her now. Laura felt herself bobbing uncontrollably in a sea of sensations as the doctor fucked and hurt her at the same time. In and out, in and out he fucked, his mighty cock-strokes making her body shiver against the table. He was fucking her faster and harder now, twisting his hips around and rotating his prick in her pussy at the saint time. Laura jerked her thighs, increasing the friction that burned through her body. Yes, yes, it was good, so good! So deliciously good that she wanted the fucking to last forever. "Yes, you'll be a good student here," he cried, lowering his hands and cupping her ass cheeks hard. She felt his nails scratching and tearing at the smooth sweaty flesh. Oh, she wanted more, more of his wild, insane touching as she hovered over her climax. Laura was acutely aware of his hands gripping her burning ass. He was puffing on her buns now, levering her ass higher so he could fuck into her cunt harder.
"Fuck me, fuck me. . . yes... please keep fucking me! I love it! Oooooo!"
Laura didn't care what she said now. It all seemed too wonderful. All she wanted was for this man to keep on fucking her, driving his cock meat into her until she fainted from her climax.
He placed his palms on either side of her head and rose on his toes, slamming into her with all the power m his body. Laura thrilled to the building pressure as he fucked his throbbing dick into her cunt hole, making her whimper and gasp with murmurs of wild pleasure after each cock-stroke. And in a moment the second she had been praying for happened. She felt that white-hot second of madness explode all around her, showering her with a golden light. She was cumming, cunming with a powerful heat that burned its way up her spine to her head. She struggled, straining to meet the pounding of his hips into her. Her legs strained at the restraints, her tits shivering while Dr. Handley rounded the final turn of his fucking spree.
"Going to. . . going to cum" she panted, her mouth dry as cotton. "Do it, bitch! Come on, baby, cut it loose! Cut the big one loose," he whispered, lowering his head and biting her earlobe. "Ahhhhhh!"
Laura let out a long loud shout, twisting like a maddened animal against the cord holding her to the examining table. She jerked and bucked against the big man still fucking his prick into her. In a moment, she heard him gasping wetly into her ear, his fingers tearing at her flesh while his prick hammered hard against her cunt. The splash of his fiery jizz against her convulsing pussy walls sent her spinning even higher. He was cumming, his prick pumping out the load of white-hot cum from his balls. Laura loved feeling his jism fill her up, spill out of her cunt and wet down her thighs. She wanted to drown in his jizz, to be covered in cum as she lay there roped to the table, helpless, taking everything the doctor gave her.
"Qooooo!"
Still heaving and gasping, Laura saw whirling stars exploding in her head, bursting in the darkest part of her brain. Convulsions shook her repeatedly as she felt the big doctor clinging to her. Little by little, the massive blasts that had nearly ripped her from the table eased. She felt herself coming down, sagging against the cord keeping her prisoner. Dr. Handley was coming to his senses as well, pushing himself up from the prone girl and regaining some of his former formality.
"So, you passed this exam the way you passed Dr. Endicott's," he said a little breathlessly.
That wry, ironic smile was on his face again, a smile that made her cringe.
"Does that mean you'll let me go now?" she asked with some hope.
"No, it doesn't. This is just the first part- the easiest, I might say." Laura's heart sank. Even though she had enjoyed what had happened to her, there was still a part of her that shrank from it. That part returned now, horrified at her actions and demanding that she do her best to fight off this sex maniac.
"But . . . but it's late. I'm hungry and . . ." The doctor's face darkened with an expression that silenced the complaining teenager. He pulled his limp cock from her cunt hole, wiping the cock tip against her thigh.
"Don't ever question anyone about anything here-unless they ask for your opinion. Now, you'll lie there for as long as I please." Laura felt the pain in her arms and legs a bit, pain caused by both the athletic fucking she had endured and the awkward position she was roped in now. Dr. Handley had remained undressed, padding around the room, then disappearing through an inner door for what seemed like hours. Laura lay there, her eyes hurting from the bright fluorescent lights overhead. In a way, she felt like a patient, someone they were going to operate on and had simply forgot ten about. It was quiet, so quiet all around her. She could hear the buzzing of the electric clock above her and the distant hum of the lights. She felt something like panic grip her heart, and she tried pulling away from the cords holding her wrists and ankles to the table. Nothing. It was impossible to free herself. She sighed, closing her eyes and trying to think of something, anything that would take away from the growing panic of this isolation. In some ways, she thought, this was worse than the beatings that had tormented her earlier. Human contact was what she needed, not this dreadful isolation.
How long she had lain like that, Laura didn't know. When Doctor Handley returned, he was holding a half-emptied glass of water, a thin smile on his lips. It was then the girl realized just how thirsty she was. But Laura knew she dared not ask for water. There would just be punishment for that. "I'm glad the covering's plastic. And you see, if you hadn't before, there are drains to either side of the table. Do you understand why?" "For blood?" Laura gasped, instantly sorry she had blurted out her fears. Dr. Hundley looked at her with genuine surprise, then threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. "No, certainly not. But you'll understand in a bit." He put the plastic tumbler on a nearby table, climbing back onto the examining platform. But this time he didn't bother crawling onto the girl. Instead, he stood between her roped-open legs, holding his soft prick between his fingers and rolling the cock head from side to side until a clear drop of piss bubbled to the surface. The water, the drains, the comment about plastic-everything seemed to come into focus now. Before Laura could voice a protest, Dr. Handley was bending his knees, rubbing his balls with one hand while aiming the cock head right a$ her. Laura felt sickened by what she knew was to follow, jerking her head away and pursing her lips protectively together as the stream of warm piss began to dribble from his prick head and spatter against her body.
"No! Oh, God!"
Laura gagged, shaking her head violently, her hair splashing over her face. It was impossible someone was doing something like this to her! Pissing on her! She could smell the vile piss, the odor reminding her of an opened sewer. He laughed at her revulsion, directing his piss up on her face, watching it spatter in droplets into her eyes, her nostrils, over onto her lips. She spat violently, groaning while the piss oozed into her hair, then down over her throat.
She thought she would vomit, feeling the bile rising once again in her throat. She coughed, her chest hurting her violently as the filthy piss drenched her face. Undaunted, Dr. Handley moved down, directing his piss stream against her pinioned nipples, then slicked down the valley between her tits toward her cunt. She thrashed against the cords, feeling rage at the big man towering above her. She gagged again, crying out against the outrage as the piss began to seep into her pussy hair. Just then, Dr. Handley went dry, the last droplets sprinkling onto her pussy.
"Too bad. I should have drunk more water. But that, of course, can be remedied, can't it?"
"No, don't; don't do this to me! Oh, God in heaven, anything but this." Laura felt herself sinking mare and more in degradation, shoved to the pit by this horrid man.
"Do you want more of these treatments?" he asked, arching his bushy eyebrows.
"No! No more, no more!"
"Then, you'll cooperate with me."
Laura groaned. How she loathed this man and hated the institution to which she had been committed. But there was no alternative. Sadly, she shook her head up and down, watching with disgust as Dr. Handley stepped from the table and padded once more from the room. She heard a tap being opened and guessed he was drinking more water to fill his bladder. She could smell herself more now and she retched at the vile odor. "And to add spice to the game, I'll even untie you now . . . providing you'll step in there," he said, pointing in the direction of the room from which he had just come.
Laura sighed with relief, nodding once more. At least she would have those awful binding ropes off her arms and legs. She would be reasonably free. That in itself was a small victory for her here in this prison.
Chapter Five
"In here?"
She found herself staring at an aid-fashioned bathtub, the legs badly cracked and sagging.
"In there. . . unless you want to go back to the table. I can always put the ropes back on. I've even taken off the screws on your nipples and cunt lips. But they..."
"No! No!"
"Then, step inside."
Laura looked at the tub, then gripped the rounded porcelain sides and stepped in. She shuddered, the cold surface making her shiver at the touch. She turned around, looking quizzically at the doctor, who motioned her to sit. Obeying him, Laura lowered herself gingerly into the cold tub, shuddering at the touch of her ass against the porcelain. Jack climbed in, his cock starting to grow stiff again. The girl watched as he fought the stiffness down, obviously not wanting to get hard just yet. He covered a watery belch with his palm once more and waited.
Before long, the awful piss started to bubble up to his piss-slit once again.
"Oh no, no," the girl murmured, drawing back as he positioned himself, his legs apart on either side of her heaving belly. "Open your mouth."
When Laura refused, the doctor bent down, placing his thumb and forefinger on either side of her mouth and pressing down hard. The pain was excruciating. She shouted, her back slamming against the rear of the tub.
Then she saw the stream starting up once more. Submitting yet again, Laura closed her eyes and sucked in deep, panting breaths. With each gasp, her tits rose and slapped together. How sore her nipples were! How she wanted to get back to her cell and curl up on the cot.
"Now, look up at me."
Laura obeyed again. The piss started. Jack directed the stream onto her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes. "Uhhhh!" she grunted, shaking her head, waving her hands in front of her face.
Dr. Handley knocked her hands away with a curse, moving the stream around to her belly then back up to her nipples. The awful stink spread all around her. The heated urine splashed all around her. It seemed to be everywhere at once. Laura couldn't run from it. She banged her head against the side of the tub, gagging, putting one hand on her mouth to keep from vomiting.
What was worse was the awful way her cunt was reacting to this degradation. Her clit was swollen to the bursting point, her pussy hot, throbbing, singed with sexual heat as if the doctor were fucking her all over again.
Jack grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pulling her up against him. When she tried to close her mouth again, he slapped it open, threatening to shatter her jaw if she tried to do that again. Squatting there, her mouth open, she drank the awful piss. Swallowing, she choked again. At least, the girl thought, she wasn't being struck any longer. He had moved back, directing the stream of piss at her face, then down to her cunt, only to spray her sore nipples once again with the stinking piss. Her cut seemed to curl from the heat, aching with the strain of another oncoming climax. Just as he went dry, she felt orgasm hit her pussy. Throwing her head back, Laura let out a scream, whipping her hips from side to side. There could be no disguising what she felt now as her eyes screwed into a squint, her hands cupping her cunt while she peeled back the cunt lips with her thumbs.
"Let me."
Bracing himself against the tub, Dr. Handley raised one foot, guiding his big toe into her cunt. Through the red mist fogging her brain, she saw his cock hard, jerking, ready to fire his cum load at her. His eyes were shut while he breathed rapidly, his neck muscles quivering. "Now, for the finish," he said, his voice choked, his face red and distorted like that of a madman.
Laura was terrified. Even Dr. Endicott in her wildness didn't have this same abandoned look. If he had run her through with a rusty knife, she wouldn't have been surprised at all. Everything was so bizarre, for the moment Laura had forgotten what "normal" was. It was then she could hear his stomach gurgling. He blew out a breath of air, then belched. He assumed the same hands-on-hips pose she had seen while he squatted over her belly. He was almost one foot away from her when she saw the black hairs lining his ass crack. Bracing both palms on the tub's sides to keep from slipping on the piss coating the tub, he bent lower. She smelled him then knew what was about to happen.
"No! No!"
Once more fear and anger swelled. But her rage wasn't enough to make her resist. Fear and self-hatred racked her, made her stay quiet as he stretched.
"You are shit, and that's what you'll find you'll get from me," he said hatefully.
Her belly muscles tensed as the first blobs of brown shit fell. The splotting sounds echoed deep into her belly as the girl gagged, started to climb from the tub, then slipped back into that open sewer as more slut spattered onto her belly.
It was then she could see that he was cunning. The hot jizz dripped along the inner side of his knee and mingled with the piss, and with the semi-solid shit that continued to spew from his asshole. It was the ultimate degradation. Laura felt sickened, and yet oddly impervious to it all.
As the last of his shit fell, Jack slapped his prick, wheeled around and flung himself onto her belly, guiding her hand to his cock and ordering her to slide it into her pussy. He had her wrap her legs around his hips, drawing him to her. Rocking back, she felt her ass slide on the mixed waste under her. The odor was strong enough to make anyone else sick, she thought. But Laura wasn't sick. He thrashed her around, covering the walls of the tub with the mixture of piss and shit. And as he came again, she felt her cunt explode a second time with a power that frightened her. "Uhhh... huhhhhhhh!"
The world blew to pieces for Laura, who was unaware of the filth around her as she came and came and came. It wasn't until he finally pulled himself from her and climbed from the tub that the full impact of the horror she'd been a part of hit her.
"Ohhh, please, let me up, let me clean myself," she begged between the heaving gags that racked her young body.
"You wait until I do."
He left her there in the shit and piss, going into the small metal shower stall some five feet away. The time she waited seemed like an eternity, the foul odor of the mixture sloshing around under her growing stronger with each passing second. When he had finished, he motioned for her to get up and clean herself. For Laura, it was a blessing, leaving that stinking horror behind her and standing under the warm cleansing water. She could have remained there for days, but then she thought of the doctor and the school around her and knew that wasn't possible. She knew, at least, that the doctor was probably finished with her for the moment. Struggling against the thoughts that came to her and accused her of foul perversion, Laura turned off the water and stepped from the stall, surprised now to see a girl somewhat younger than her standing in the doorway and looking with horror at the fouled tub. Dr. Handley was partially dressed and explaining to the girl that she had to scrub it clean.
"And you can find the materials in the back here," he said, indicating a small white cabinet to the left of the tub. Laura looked at the girl and flushed beet red. They both knew what had happened in here, she thought. And yet there was no accusation in the other girl's eyes. There was only the submission of a dumb, mute animal as she turned, bent, and began pulling out the cleanser and brushes from the cabinet.
"I've called the matron. Put on your uniform," he said, leading Laura from the small room back to the larger one. "You'll have dinner tonight, then begin your rehabilitation program tomorrow. I think you'll do just fine here at the manor. Dr. Endicott, I know, has high expectations for you." Laura was mystified by his attitude. Just a while earlier, they had been performing unspeakable acts. And yet now he was talking to her as if they had just finished lunch. Lowering her eyes, Laura preferred not to look back at him, taking her seat and trying not to listen to the coughing gags of the girl cleaning up the mess.
"This way. You'll have to hurry. Dinner's already started," the tall woman said, motioning with a rigid hand gesture for Laura to rise. She moved quickly, glad to be out of the doctor's office. Once in the corridor, Laura saw several girls being ushered about by similar matrons-all unsmiling, severe, wearing white clinging uniforms that accented their cruelty. Shuffling in front of the matron, Laura soon came upon the dining hall, a cheerless white- walled affair with long tables. The girls ate quietly, their eyes always lowered after having served themselves from the cafeteria line. Surprisingly, Laura found the meal not only nourishing but tasty, as well. Apparently Dr. Endicott believed that her "treatments" could only work if the girls were healthy enough to endure them. After the evening meal, she and five other girls were ushered into a small room with folding chairs and told to sit. A small portable white screen had been brought in earlier with a projector. In a moment the door slammed shut and the lights dimmed. For the next thirty minutes they were all treated to a film showing alcoholics vomiting in doorways, bag ladies wandering aimlessly in the streets of Los Angeles, whores waving at cars in Hollywood, and finally several shots of dead young girls in the county mortuary. It was an ugly, sickening film that turned Laura's stomach. She could hear some of the girls gasping. But none of them dared hide their eyes. They all knew one of the matrons present was watching them at all times and would chastise them severely for such an indiscretion. At the end of the film, Ellen Endicott walked in, barely acknowledging Laura as she took her place at the front of the room.
"You've all seen what excess can do. There will be more films like this," she said, nodding at the projector. "You've been brought here because of your excesses, whatever they were."
Laura started to object, then quieted, squirming in her seat. "How long you stay here is up to you and your parents, of course. But they've given me considerable freedom in your training and I'm sure won't object if I insist you stay longer than the usual time allowed. You will develop discipline, I assure you," she continued, emphasizing her point by jabbing her fingers at each of them. "The sooner you realize that, the sooner you II leave."
Laura left the room with a sinking heart as she was sure each of them did, walking to her room, then collapsing on her tiny cot and curling into a fetal position. It was only eight-thirty. But it felt as if it were the middle of the night. She was exhausted, drained of strength and of her self-respect. Those two had smashed every image she had had of herself. What kind of people were they? How could they talk about discipline when they let them selves indulge in the wildest kind of sick sex play ever known? Laura pushed those questions out of her mind as she felt herself sinking blessedly into a dark, deep sleep. At least for the moment, she thought, the doctors couldn't touch her. In her sleep, she would find release.
It was still dark when Laura was awakened by sharp knocking at her door. She sat bolt upright, gathering the rough woolen blanket protectively around her chin. Had it been her imagination? No. There it was again. "Get up in there! You've got ten minutes to wash and brush your teeth before breakfast."
Laura turned, switching on the overhead light, then peering up through the bars at the black square above her. Yes, it was still night, she thought, swinging her slender legs over the side of the cot and standing in the middle of her small cell. It must be very early in the morning. Padding to the sink, she splashed water on her face then brushed her teeth, trying to straighten the shapeless dress before the matron arrived. It was hopeless. In another minute she was escorted to breakfast, another tasty but silent, cheerless affair. When she was just finishing her second glass of milk, her matron came up behind her and tugged her chair back. The other girls looked up, then quickly glanced away.
"You've finished. Come with me."
Laura looked at the other girls, silently finishing their meals, their heads bowed low. She wandered how many had endured this. How many, she thought, sliding back and standing behind her chair, had been railroaded into this institution as she had?
"No dallying, or you'll regret it."
Laura shoved the chair under the table, feeling a bolt of resentment flash through her. If the matron had sensed this, she might have been slapped on the spot. Instead, she kept her eyes down, shuffling obediently behind the woman as she led her from the dining hail down several corridors. For a moment Laura thought they would enter the room Dr. Endicott had first tortured her in. She thought about the horrible instrument that had spread her asshole open while that dreadful electrical wire had snaked deep into her bowels.
But no, they were going past that door. Laura sighed with relief, looking nervously about for signs of Dr. Handley. The thought of sloshing around in piss and shit with the handsome older man sickened her. One day was enough of that, she thought, digging her nails into her flesh and still remembering with some pleasure the feel of his cock fucking into her clutching cunt.
"In here."
It was another door leading to another room. Laura stepped in, looking nervously about her. When the door slammed she jumped, wheeling around to find the matron standing like a Nazi commandant in front of the doorway. "Strip. The command shouldn't surprise you. It's time for another treatment," the matron said, a smile snaking across her face. No, Laura wasn't surprised. Quickly she took off her shapeless gown, realizing now why all of them were issued this thing. It was easier to slip in and out of and, God only knows, there were plenty of times that happened.
"I have to get you ready. Stand over there," she said, pointing to a spot on the floor.
Laura moved, looking around and seeing the usual strange instruments of torture hanging on the walls. She still hadn't become used to seeing these things and wondered if she ever would. The matron produced a large brown leather cuff, wrapping it around her left wrist tightly then buckling it until Laura felt her fingers grow icy.
"It's fight to make sure your body won't slip to the floor. A precaution," she said, instructing the girl next to hold the hand high in the air. Looking above her Laura felt a little sick. There was another chain, another pulley assembly to torment her with. The matron lowered it until the hooked end was level with her raised hand. Attaching the two, she pulled the chain back up until Laura was standing on her toes, her hand strained high above her head. The pain in her shoulders was starting up again when the matron left, announcing she would be back later. Laura looked around her. The minutes passed and still no one came in for her. Had they forgotten? Again the thought of being completely alone in here made the girl whimper with fear. That, she felt, was worse than all the degrading pain they could toss at her. When she was about to go out of her mind, Laura heard the door open. She saw Dr. Handley enter, his starched white robe clinging to his sides while that same professional smile crossed his lips.
"Dr. Endicott was going to be here, but she's involved with a. . . difficult student. She asked me to take over," Dr. Handley said, carefully removing his robe and hanging it on a nearby hook. "This was supposed to be your endurance test. I think I'll add a few things. But we'll start in that general direction, in any case."
Laura shuddered, blinking her eyes rapidly, remembering the horror the two of them were involved in the other day. At least, she thought, she had her legs and one hand free. She could attempt some defense of her body.
"Now, perhaps, we'll raise you a little more," he said after examining the girl.
Laura whimpered, feeling the cuff tighten maddeningly around her wrist as Dr. Handley turned the ratchet and raised her body off the floor. She swung there, suspended by one wrist, her feet finally eighteen inches above the concrete. Laura now understood why the wristband was broad. Rope would have cut the skin and stopped circulation completely, especially if she were left like this for some time. Laura started to weep, hot tears welling up in her eyes as the good doctor swung her body gently from side to tide.
"There's more, dear Laura. You don't think I would leave you like this, do you? It's too simple. And after yesterday, we both know you're not a simple girl."
Laura flushed at the reference to the other day, wishing she could forget what she had done. In a moment she felt him fastening a black leather anklet around her right ankle, then another cuff buckled around her left wrist. Jack raised and bent back his victim's leg, fastening the two bands together with a single link. Now the sobbing girl hung from one wrist, her other hand and its opposite ankle joined at her back. Her left foot hung there, kicking from side to side, having no support. Her muscles cramped while her shoulders ached from the pulling weight. Dr. Handley brought out a triangle of wood. It had a broad base that tapered to a rounded point about two inches in diameter. He carefully shoved this under her bare foot. Laura quickly realized that resting her weight on the triangle would be more painful than hanging by her wrist. It was a cruelly tantalizing thing to think through as she swung there from the ceiling, watching as the doctor nodded his approval, then ducked from the room, leaving his robe hanging on the hook. He would be back, Laura knew. Then she started feeling something like excitement rush through her veins as she thought of the possibilities that awaited her.
Chapter Six
It was a terrible punishment. Hours seemed to pass, and still the doctor had not returned. At times Laura would rest her foot on the triangle, taking off some of the weight from her shoulder. But then the pain would be terrible in her arch and she would kick herself free, swinging from the ceiling and feeling the dull ache become sharp in her shoulder. Her muscles knotted painfully, ridging her sweaty flesh while she wept silently and wondered when someone would come in and find her.
When the door opened once more, Laura sighed with relief, almost happy to see Jack Handley enter the roam and lock the door behind him. He looked at her for a moment silently, nodded approvingly, then moved back to the hooks in the wall, removing his shirt and revealing that broad chest she remembered pressing against her tits the other day. He was looking at those horrible things on the wall, his eyes passing from one to the other until he selected a riding crop from the corner. She watched uneasily as he tested its weight, tapping one end lightly against his free hand and appearing satisfied with it. Dr. Handley turned, his blue eyes glistening with excitement as he took in her helpless, hanging body. "So, have you enjoyed yourself? I've heard some of the girls say this has given them a chance to examine themselves, to explore their minds and see what thoughts lay hidden in the corners. But that, I see, hasn't been the case with you, has it?" His voice lilted mockingly while that same sadistic smile crossed his lips.
"No. Please, could you lower this so I can stand? My shoulder's hurting so," she pleaded; using the most begging tone of voice she could muster.
"Rut that's the point, dear. You're supposed to feel the pain. And I've come to increase it."
Laura's heart sank.
She closed her eyes after having given a long, hard glance at the black leather crop. She could guess what was going to happen now. He tapped the weapon rhythmically against one palm, drawing closer and closer to her, watching with pleasure as she shuddered with revulsion. Suddenly it happened. Laura felt the leather smack hard against her belly, cutting into her flesh, taking her breath away. The girl screamed, jerking her head back while kicking free of the pyramid she had been standing on. The triangle overturned with a thud as her body jerked like a puppet on that chain.
Her eyes opened wide, glistening with tears. She learned never, never to be taken by surprise with pain again.
"Uhhhhh!"
She moaned, panic showing in her face. It was just what Dr. Handley wanted to see.
"Now, that's better. For a while, I thought you might have been one of those smart-ass girls wanting to defy us. It takes that much longer to bring them to heel. And it's a real bother to us, as well." Laura shook her head, her arms and one leg aching. She had pulled around from the latest blow, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. The awkward way her wrist and ankle were bound together behind her back added to the agony coursing through her young body. If only he would untie those, she would feel so much better! But Dr. Handley seemed deter mined to keep her bound that way while he worked her over.
"Now, why were you brought here?" he asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"I . . I don't know."
"Liar!"
He raised his voice, his eyes opening wide while he jerked his hand up. The crop came down hard across her left shoulder, the leather bringing up a large red welt while shaking her body to its core. Laura screamed, throwing her head from side to side as the burning wound seemed to sap all her strength and energy from her.
"It's the truth!" she sobbed, looking straight at him. "I didn't do anything, and my mother called you up and sent me here." "You all say that. Whoring, drinking, taking your lives into your hands when you shouldn't. You'll wind upon the streets. That's why you were brought here, if you can't realize it now." "No, no! That's not true!" Laura shot back, not realizing what she was actually saying. Sweat oozed from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her naked tits. Dr. Handley lashed the end of the crop backhanded across her belly, knocking the wind from her lungs. Laura gasped, her ass jerking back while her free leg dangled and kicked about spasmodically. "I saw your file. Dr. Endicott showed it to me. Your mother consigned you to the manor because you were whoring. You were about to fuck your boyfriend, right under your mother's roof. Did you think about the consequences?" he shouted, shoving the end of the crop under her chin and jerking her head up. He was nose- to-nose with her now, his eyes narrowing. "Did you think of the shame you would bring to yourself, not to mention to your family if you became pregnant?" "I . . I was careful," Laura sobbed, ashamed her secret was this public. "That's what they all say. Well, we're here to make certain you don't have to worry about that any longer. You'll be careful instinctively." Laura watched as he cocked his right arm, then brought the leather crop slicing down across her left nipple. Laura gasped, her head lolling forward. Her tit tips were still sore from the clamps the doctor had screwed onto them earlier. Now he had slapped the crop over one, the terrible hot pain of the blow the first of many for Laura. After her scream, after the in voluntary spasm that made her Tree leg kick out while she tugged and pulled wildly at the other, the pain still went on and on. It was throbbing like a raw gash with salt water poured over it. She ground her teeth, hating the doctor, hating Ellen, even hating her mother for the moment.
"Now, you see what I'm talking about. Practice your control now, Laura. Think, use your brain, fight against the pain and think of the pleasure that comes from this," Dr. Handley encouraged. "No! You're crazy! You're all crazy here! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Dr. Handley shook his head, the smile still on his lips.
"You'll learn."
Laura wanted to sob out another protest, but saw the crop angling backup again. She strained all her muscles, biting down on her lower lip, trying to ready herself for the next attack. It came with a vengeance, smacking hard against her right tit. For a moment Laura thought he had peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her tit. She could feel something warm and sticky flowing down her ribs. A quick check, however, told her it was only perspiration trickling down her body while the leather crop had only left a long, red ugly mark on her skin.
Dr. Handley looked at her again, licking his lips like a wolf. The twisting body in front of him aroused a lewd gleam. It was somewhere between hatred and lust, a look that terrified the hanging young girl. When he was nearly one foot from her he reached down, grabbing at her cunt and twisting the fine pussy hairs and her cunt lips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation ached through the girl like a knife slicing down into her belly. Laura snapped her head back, yowling like a gutted cat.
"Eaghghghhghhhhh!"
"Too strong, dear? It's just what you need, I think." He kept twisting his fingers around and around in her crotch, yanking out more pussy hairs, pinching her cunt lips until Laura thought she would faint from the agony. With the crop, he slashed her face, striking her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, her eyes with the leather. Laura shrieked for mercy, trying to keep her face from the blows. But it was impossible. The girl struggled, dragging herself back, kicking her leg out, doing anything she could to keep herself from the beating maniac. He would surely seriously injured her with that awful thing in his hand if he kept this up.
"Uh."
Laura felt her fingers going numb. She screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having heard. The shrill power of her cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out the doctor's awful words. As hard as Laura tried to escape the doctor, she only brought more pain to herself. When she struggled, swinging away from him, the strokes of the crop crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive fit tits. When her legs pulled and twisted, his fingers found a deeper, firmer grip on her clit flesh. Laura knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She thought her pussy was on fire as he kept tormenting her with that awful touch.
The doctor lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt and twisting it around and around. He growled, his words lost in a red rage of lust and fury while the girl wept and shrieked alternately at him. When he brought one hand up to her face again, she bit at it, wanting to sink her teeth into his throat and kill this man who was doing this to her.
But the pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles were arousing her. Laura couldn't tell which was worse: the gruesome excitement of the doctor or her own flashes of lewd heat under the pain throbbing now in her cunt. Soon the battle changed. The doctor still beat at her tits and belly with his crop. But the grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Laura moved her hips a little, still feeling she would like to kill him. But that touch in her pussy was giving her other feelings. Her motions soon slowed.
"Can't get into you so easily this way," he muttered. To her immense relief, Dr. Handley unbuckled the strap holding her left wrist and right ankle together. Her legs straightened, nearly touching the floor now. Laura sighed, moving her leg around, restoring some of the circulation to it. When he moved up to her, she swung her free arm at his face, wanting to smack him, wanting to get back at him even though he had freed her in part.
"Good. A young woman who fights! Spirit can be used in many ways." She didn't want his moralizing now. She wanted; well, Laura didn't know exactly what she wanted. So many new feelings were coursing through her, competing with the more traditional ones that told her she should only feel sickened revulsion at what was going on here. And when Jack Handley pushed his face to her tits and started biting her nipples, she felt the pussy juice running like a river of molten lava in her cant. How she hated herself for this. He could feel her arousal, could feel how hot her pussy was get ting. She still hung there from one arm, her shoulders twisting from side to side while Dr. Handley was feeling her pussy.
Then the doctor pulled back, smacking his lips. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her while he unbuckled his trousers. Laura watched, sickened and aroused as the big man slid his pants down, then stripped completely, revealing once again that thick, long cock that had fucked into her pussy the other day. Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. Laura tried to keep her eyes from the fat prick wagging in front of her. But it was impossible. He knew how cock hungry she could get. He could remember her actions from the other day. Laura groaned, feeling her nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points. Her big tits were flattened by the radical extension of her manacled arm. Jack stepped from his trousers, kicking them aside, then reaching down and scratching his cock and balls. Laura groaned, the joints around her shoulders aching more and more. The doctor picked up the crop once more, winding the thong carefully around his wrist. Step ping up toward her, he kept to the side, just in case Laura should have an intention of kicking him in self-defense.
"Uh"
Jack prodded her left tit with the end of the crop. Laura could feel the leather and metal tip press into her tit, just under the nipple. It moved, sending a shiver of sensation fluttering from her nipple to her spine. Laura pressed her toes together, breathing hard, wondering what he would do next. Jack walked in front of her, the tip of the crop trailing across the rich under swell of her tits. His prick wagged with each step he took, exciting Laura, who wondered if he was going to fuck her after this madness was over.
With a quick, savage move, the doctor slashed the crop across both nipples. Laura squealed sharply, then set her jaw. Her tits bounced together after the impact, each vibration sending more pain and heat into her overloaded brain. Her nipple felt as if it might be half ripped from her tit. The muscles of her belly quivered.
Dr. Handley smiled grimly at her. He seemed ready to speak, working his lips against one another. Then he thought better of it, prefer ring to slash an X across her lower belly with the crop. "Ooooooo!" Laura cried out, drawing her legs up until her knees were touching her belly.
The vulnerable muscles under her belly but ton contracted in a spasm of pain, curling her back until her ass cheeks shot forward. Something popped in her shoulder, Laura thought, crying out as loudly as she could. Again the doctor struck, this time under her left kneecap with the middle of the crop. Laura's ankle jerked. He grabbed it, pulling her toward him, then tossing her back like a sack of garbage, twisting her foot away from his belly. Laura screamed, the pulling weight tearing at her wrist. She thought she could feel the fragile bones 'crushing under the stress as her body swung back and forth like a pendulum. She pulled her head back as her tits and belly made contact.
"Nooooooo!"
Her feet were out behind her now. Jack lashed the crop over and over against her sensitive ass, sending incredible pain up her ankles and into her spine. Laura thought her entire body was coming apart, torn from its skeleton by this awful man and his riding crop. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, she was met by nothing except crushing agony. And now the arch of her foot was the target. The doctor slowed his strokes, timing them to strike just when Laura didn't expect it. The sensitive flesh of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Laura thought the whip had crushed the small bones inside. She beat her face back and forth, the motion forcing her dangling body outward toward the crop again. Laura struggled against the big man, wanting to kill him-and yet wanting him to do more to her. It was an odd feeling. The beating slowed for a moment. But then Jack was back in form, flogging at the backs of her knees, her thighs, her ass cheeks. She knew he enjoyed slapping her bare ass with the crop. She could hear his heavy panting each time her ass cheeks jiggled against one another, bouncing and reddening under the dry smacking of the black leather crop. And how hot her ass was! She felt it burning, on fire. Her ass cheeks reddened, heating to a scarlet while the blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her pussy. "Nice ass, nice cunt," he whispered.
"Stop! Ohhhh, my God!"
Laura felt juice running from her pussy to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. First huge welts, then meaty-looking gashes appeared as the whip peeled skin from her ass cheeks. Laura yammered for mercy knowing there was none coming. He was concentrating on her ass. But none of her body was safe. Laura clenched her ass cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her shitter. The doctor beat her farther up, slashing the skin around her shoulders. How those stripes across her lower back hurt! Laura thought she would have no skin left. She swung on the shackle, her toes and knees bruised by the leather crop. With complete despair, feeling abandoned by society, Laura let herself dangle, her head fallen back. Her ass cheeks opened.
That was just what the doctor was waiting for. With a long, slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the crop down the valley of her ass crack, distending her asshole, making Laura feel as if someone had dumped burning gasoline into her asshole. "Yaghghhghghghghhh!"
The cutting, hot blow brought her back to life. She jerked on her ropes, screaming and cursing the doctor behind her as she struggled desperately to keep her body away from the maniac behind her. "Fuck it out, Laura. You want something in your ass? The way you've been mincing that thing around, I think you do," he said with a sharp laugh. "No! No!"
The young girl jerked and bounced when Dr. Handley took the crop and shoved the broad handle against her asshole. Her ass muscles were tightening and aching against the intrusion as Jack tried fucking that awful thing deep into her bowels. He shoved it in a little more, making her legs jerk out like those of a frog. Laura jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her jiggling tits while her ass cheeks tensed together. Jack grunted, twisting the crop again, burying at least one inch into her shitter and laughing softly as she screamed in pain.
"Ughhhh!"
Then he yanked it out. Laura screamed again, feeling as if the whole knotted mass of her ass guts were ripped out with it. A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole inflamed her hot little cunt even more.
"No, nooooo!"
Jack moved away from her for a second, dragging a small box up behind her.
He still poked the crop around her cunt and shitter.
Laura cried out, unwilling to let herself fall completely in his power. But then again, the teenager wasn't sure how she could keep herself from surrendering to the big man completely as he fired her up like a blast furnace with his sadism. Both he and Dr. Endicott seemed more than able to find all the dark corners of her mind and exploit them. What, Laura wondered as she hung there ass-fucked by the crop, would be next?
Chapter Seven
"No, no, take it out! Take it out!" The handle of the riding crop hurt much more than the thing Dr. Endicott had shoved up her asshole before Laura kicked out her legs, her body bouncing up and down while she waved her free arm around wildly in the air. Her face flushed beet red while she felt the smooth black leather handle push farther and farther up into her shitter. Gasping, her cheeks puffing out, Laura begged for a mercy she knew she would never get.
"Take it! Take it all! That's what you've been wanting all along, and you're getting it . . . all of it!"
"No, don't want it! Don't want it!"
Laura protested in vain. He was fucking her ass with that horrid thing. Twice she had been fucked by the crop, and twice her body shivered at its touch. Then Jack pulled it out, standing back on the box he had dragged out earlier. She felt his fingers gripping her jutting hipbones, the nails scratching her flesh painfully while his prick rubbed up against her ass cheeks. His riding crop bounced against the red-striped slashes on her ass and thighs.
And then with a sudden piercing pain, she felt the head of his cock pressing against her whipped virgin asshole. Dr. Handley laughed again with a nasty undertone.
"You liked getting fucked with shit and piss all around, and you complain about this? This is nothing."
Still the girl shrieked, the fight ring of her shitter being stretched up into her bowels. Laura felt the ripping, stretching agony all around the outside of her asshole. The scraping of the crop on her thigh was adding to the pain, especially when Dr. Handley dug his fingernails painfully into her sides. "Uhhhhh!"
The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Laura gasped, hoping it was over for a moment. Perhaps he thought better of fucking her in the ass. Perhaps he would take her down, stretch her out on the table and fuck her where a woman should have a prick. She pushed outward, tensing her thigh muscles, feeling the tendons ridging against her flesh. It was then she felt the fat, rubbery cock head pushing hard against her shitter once more. It was like having a baseball bat jamming against her asshole. Before she could think twice, the girl felt half his prick head already shoved into her ass.
Laura snapped her head back and screamed to the ceiling. The pain was awful, making every nerve ending in her body stand up and shriek. In her heart of hearts, Laura wanted to feel that long hard cock in her cunt, not in her ass. Consciously, she eased the tight grip of her ass on the cock head, knowing the more relaxed she was the less it would hurt. Jack eased his grip on her hips. She felt his hands crawling up her flesh, reaching up to her beaten, bruised tits. Squirming, Laura moved her ass back toward the hairy belly rubbing up against her lower back. He was moving her from side to side sensuously, rubbing her ass up against his belly while slowly fucking his prick into her asshole.
Laura sobbed, her breath catching more than once as she felt the pain reaching higher and higher in her shitter. The brutal fucking she had received from Dr. Endicott with all her instruments was better, she thought, than this!
"Nooooo!"
His prick seemed to go on forever. She thought of that long thick hunk of cock meat. Was it twelve inches? Eight? Fourteen? It was an eternity for her, hanging there, waiting for the madman to shove all of his prick into her ass. And now he had his hands cupping her tits, the fingers cruelly squeezing them, pinching her aching nipples while he fucked into her. There was another push and then the girl felt his fucker sink deeper into her ass guts.
"Oh!"
Laura's arms and legs spasmed, her head snapping from side to side as he started pulling his cock out. Then he fucked it back in. The reversed tugging had made her shudder. And the re-entry made the teenager twist about in her bonds. Biting her lower lip, Laura found she couldn't even cry now. She couldn't do a thing with that constant pushing and shoving of his prick in her ass. The girl moved back toward him, looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her shit-chute. Jack paused again, then fucked in deeper. Laura screamed, her cunt going into tremors. The folding, slippery ring of her shifter squeezed down onto his prick, making the big man behind her grunt with pleasure. He told her he liked her doing that. He wanted more, pinching her nipples to encourage her to do it again.
Laura could hardly think. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the pain from her tits driving more heat into her crotch. It was more than she had ever felt before in her life! Each new session was bringing out more sexuality in her, more willingness to experience more. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed again and again against his belly as she sought more of that fullness that was threatening to split her ass wide open.
"Yeah, come on, Laura, come on, shove back at me! Fuck it out," Dr.
Handley gasped, reaching down and biting on her neck. Laura screamed, fearing he would bite through her flesh. She shook him off, pushing her ass back, her legs kicking back again while her hand flailed wildly at the thin air in front of her. She hated to admit it to herself, but the sliding of his cock as it fucked deeper in her ass sent fiery thrills burning through her. Laura felt her guts filling with that iron-hard prick. She thought his cock would surely have to stop sooner or later. But the huge cock kept fucking in. His cock felt like an enormous spear impaling her, rodding her, making her rut like a shameless whore in front of this man who was encouraging her to disgrace herself. "Ohhhhh!"
The pressure eased again. Laura felt his belly resting on her ass. That had to be all of it. He had to be in her all the way now! She concentrated on the odd feeling of having something that long and thick and hard and hot in her. It was strange, making her roll her eyes while she felt the throbbing of his prick against her slick ass walls. Then Dr. Handley started to pull out again. She pressed her ass against him, arching her spine. The strange fullness inside her ass was starting to excite her more and more. To her shock, she was starting to milk at that retreating prick, her asshole muscles squeezing tight, trying to keep the thing embedded in her.
Oh, what a whore she was becoming! And they were going to "cure" her of these feelings with this kind of treatment? Laura let out a bitter laugh, tossing her head around, feeling the silky splash of her long blonde hair against her shoulders and tits.
The prick went deeper this time, past where the last killing fuck-stroke had stopped. Laura sucked in a shuddering breath, moaning heavily while the head of his prick went up and up, filling her until she opened her mouth. Laura thought she could feel her belly swelling with cock meat while her clit began throbbing out a rhythm in time to her beating heart. As if he could sense what she wanted and needed, Dr. Handley reached down and slipped two fingers into her cunt. Immediately her pussy went into spasms, the tiny muscles growing tight and itchy, tugging and milking at the inserted fingers.
"Little slut! You scream you don't want me, and yet your cunt's almost pulling my fingers out of joint," he laughed, rubbing the fingernails over her cunt and sending the girl into another series of cries. In and out. In and out. His ass-ripping tempo increased until Laura was panting as heavily as the doctor. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She just wanted that cock to fuck in to her again and again until the wild, golden ball of heat in her ass guts exploded.
"Hard fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried, tossing her head about.
"Beg for it! I knew you'd want it! Now beg for my prick!"
"Oh please, please! Harder! Harder!"
The hot friction in her dry ass was wonderful. As the ramming length and speed of the cock-strokes grew, she could feel her pussy simmering more and more for a climax. Heat bit into her cunt, making the tiny trigger spark and smoke. Laura grunted with the effort of trying to keep up with the big man's fucking strokes. The pain that had racked her body had become something else in her mind now, something far bigger, more wonderful than anything she had yet encountered. Her mind went blank. She knew she was being fucked, and fucked hard and fast. She didn't care what happened now in her ass. It was all so wonderful, so totally connected with what was happening in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!"
She was a wild-assed bitch, wanting everything at once! Laura had heard the term before, and it seemed to fit her as she hung there from the ceiling, submitting to the ass-fucking Jack was giving her. His cock pulled out now, sucking her bowels down. Only the cock head stayed in, tugging at the tender lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. Laura groaned, cinching her eyes shut and hunching her ass back and forth in fast, jerky strokes.
"Bitch!"
Jack rammed his big fucker deep into her ass. Laura thought she could feel something tearing deep inside her. That was when she felt the splash of his jizz washing up against her ass walls. He was shooting, sending white-hot streamers of his jizz into her ass guts while clawing and pinching her tits. She felt his teeth against the nape of her neck one more time. Laura went out of control, bouncing around, kicking and clawing and biting and screaming at anything she could. Her ass squeezed tightly at his cum-shooting prick while her curd snapped shut on his fingers. He fucked her pussy hard with his hand, scraping her cuntal lining, tugging at her clit, doing everything he could to make her cum.
"Nooooooo!'
Laura felt the world dropping away from her. Everything went black as she felt her cunt wring tighter, then explode in orgasm. She was cumming, "Yaghghghghgh!"
His prick fucked again and again into her cum-slicked asshole. His fingers played with her tit, with her cunt lips, milking the last ounce of pleasure from her body while the cuff cut deeply into her restrained wrist. How long her climax lasted, Laura didn't know. When it was over and she blinked her weary eyes open, she felt herself being lowered to the floor. In a moment her toes were touching the cold concrete. But the girl just couldn't muster the strength to stand. She collapsed in a heap, lying there while Dr. Handley removed the cuff from her hand and stepped back. "You've done well," he said, his calm returning. Laura pushed the hair from her eyes. How long had she been in here for the session? One hour? Two? More? She had no idea. Turning, she looked at her robe on the floor. Would he let her get dressed? Would there be more. "You can dress now, Laura. I have other duties to attend to. I'll buzz the matron. She knows where to take you next," he said, dressing quickly, then pressing a small black buzzer on the wall. Laura had slipped on the coarse gown and was regaining her breath when a soft but steady knock filled the room. The matron entered, staring at Laura with a smirk more pronounced than she had the other day. They all knew what she was going through. They knew the program here at the manor. Perhaps some of them were even involved in some of the "treatments." It was that knowledge that they were laughing at her that hurt as badly as did the beatings and fuckings. Laura couldn't stare the matron in the eye, lowering her gaze and shuffling miserably from the room.
"You're a very lucky girl, you know that?" the matron said as they walked back down the corridor. Laura didn't answer her. "Many times I've had to carry someone out of his office, and they were in there for a long time. You're adapting to the method here. That's good. Who knows? You might find yourself on the staff someday."
Laura bristled at the idea, though she kept that to herself. On the staff? She would rather rot in hell than come to work here! She would burn this place to the ground with all of them screaming and yelling for mercy someday. That - thought gave her pleasure as she moved quickly in front of the matron, listening to her instructions. "You'll have some free time, more than most girls get at the beginning of their treatment. You can use it creatively here in the library. Don't get any ideas," the matron said, opening a large oaken door and ushering her in. "You're being watched all the time, and the windows are, of course, barred."
The door closed, leaving Laura to herself for the moment. She stood there, staring at the tall shelves filled with leather-bound books. Hesitating for a moment, she approached one shelf and studied the tides. They were all about bondage, pain, other things that made her shudder with both fear and a hidden delight. Looking around nervously, she pulled one out and began thumbing through it. There were dreadful illustrations of men doing terrible things to women. Toward the back, there were photos of women and girls in various positions-strung up from the ceiling, bound in hideous ways, doing things that almost made her gag. She closed the book, feeling her fingers grow icy as she shoved it back into its place. "Enjoying yourself, Laura?"
The teenager wheeled around and saw Dr. Endicott standing in the doorway, her large ring of keys dangling from one of her hands. "The matron said. . . said I could look through these," Laura said hesitantly, backing away a step or two from the severe-looking woman. "And you wasted no time. Good. It shows a healthy interest. Perhaps later on you'll have the time to read some of them. You'll find them mast interesting. As for now," she said, step ping to one side of the opened door, "I want you to come with me."
"But the matron," Laura began to protest in a quivering whimper. "The matron doesn't run the manor. I do," Dr. Endicott snapped. "Now, you'll move along, young lady, and listen to what I say." Laura cast a rueful look back at the books, then folded her hands in front of her and hurried from the room, hearing the door lock with a click behind her. Dr. Endicott tapped her on the shoulder, pushing her lightly forward down the corridor.
They passed several public rooms where she saw some girls working at what appeared to be woodworking projects. In other rooms, she caught glimpses of girls hanging from the ceiling, begging for her to come in and help them. Laura rushed past these doors, hearing her own wailing voice in her head. What could she do? She had her own life to worry about. Her skin had been flayed, as theirs surely would be. She had to endure it. They could, too.
In another moment they were passing Dr. Endicott's office. For a moment she thought they might enter there. But still they walked, turning into a dark, narrow corridor. Laura stumbled several times, pushing her hair from her eyes while doing her best to keep in front of the doctor. "There. Open the door."
It was a small room-extremely narrow, no bigger than a very large closet. Even in the semi darkness, Laura could make out big bolts fastened in the walls. A small four-legged stool was pushed to one side of the room, while four chains hung limply from the ceiling. "You'll learn patience here. You've had a taste of it," Dr. Endicott said, her thin lips curling into that awful smile of hers. "But this will be your true test. Now, I don't have to tell you to remove your dress. That'll be standard from now on, something you'll do automatically unless told otherwise. The punishment will be the whip. Do you understand me, Laura?"
"Good, now do it."
Laura quickly shed her robe, standing there while Dr. Endicott pulled out what appeared to be several cuffs and harness-like strips of leather. Laura knelt on the floor, spreading her knees widely apart as they instructed by the woman. Ellen slipped two large strips of leather around the back of her neck, drawing them down over her tits where a third piece hung down her sternum, connected to the first two by a metal ring. In a moment, Dr. Endicott produced a leather belt, fitting it tightly around her waist, its hooks fastening to the harness encircling her neck. The tension was mild, the feel of leather cool against her flesh. It was the first pleasant sensation she had had in same time. Sighing, Laura looked up and found Dr. Endicott slipping two cuffs around her upper arms. To these as well as to the leather collar around her neck, she fastened the overhead chains, drawing them taut. For a moment, Laura thought the doctor had wanted her to stand. But Ellen kept a firm hand on her shoulders, pushing her back to the cold floor while slipping into the shadows for a moment.
"This will be a true test, Laura. We'll see if you do as well with this as you have with your other ordeals."
It was a hood, a latex hood. Narrowing her eyes, Laura could see there was an inner and outer layer to it, with tiny bladders dangling from the inner one. As Dr. Endicott drew the tight-fitting thing over her head, she made certain the bladders slipped into her nostrils, her mouth, against her eyes, and into her ears. It was like getting a second skin.
The girl panicked, unable to breathe. She rattled her chains, tightening her thighs and starting to rise from the floor. Dr. Endicott slapped her hard across the back of her head, adjusting the hood so that two tiny tubes slipped into her nostrils just to the sides of the small bladders. "Now, we'll see what happens."
There were squeezing sounds. In a second Laura could feel the bladders swelling with air, pressing against all the orifices of her skull. She groaned, jerking her head, trying to escape from the building pressure making her head throb.
"Do you hear me, Laura?" the doctor shouted. She nodded, doing her best not to panic. It was easier to conserve air if she didn't panic.
"Good. The hood is an excellent way to train yourself. Think on your past, Laura. Think on your transgressions. You'll find this extremely beneficial to meditate. I'll be back later for you."
Chapter Eight
She knelt there, feeling the pressure of those awful rubber bladders against her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears. She tried to move, but the chains kept her in check. At least, she thought with some relief, they weren't tugging at her shoulders, hurting her the way the others had. Minutes passed. Laura felt panic starting to build around her heart. She managed to get up in a squatting position, pitching forward into darkness and feeling the leather harness jerking her back. She fell, sprawling painfully onto the floor, gasping for air that wasn't there. When she tried to pull the hood from her skull, the chains securing the cuffs to her arms prevented her hands from coming near her face. She thrashed around a little more, realizing the more she threw herself around like that, the more air she was going to need. Forcing herself to calm down, the girl crawled back on her knees and waited, feeling herself sinking into a horrible black isolation. In a moment, she could hear her heart beating as if her ears were pressed to her chest. She knew now what the doctor meant about the isolation, about meditation. Her thoughts returned to her, thoughts about Dr. Endicott, about the way Dr. Handley had abused her, about the girls she had caught brief glimpses of hanging from the ceiling. All this meant something, she thought. But what? Discipline? Self-respect? Wasn't this all a mockery? "Oh!"
The door opened. She could sense someone in the room. Dr. Endicott? Was it time to removed her hood, set her free, perhaps let her return to the library? Hands smoothed down over her arms, callused hands. No, it wasn't Ellen. Dr. Handley? The hands seemed rougher, larger. And when the fingers brushed down over her tits, she realized it was someone else who had entered the, room. Terror knifed through the girl. She was totally helpless, bound hand and foot. Anyone could come in and do what they pleased to her!
"Mmmfmmfmffff!"
"Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna mess up any of Dr. Endicott's pupils," a male voice said next to her ear.
Laura felt him tugging at her hood, lifting first the outer layer, then skinning off the inner part.
"Ohhhh! Who are you?" she gasped, shaking her hair loose and finding herself eye to eye with a large bulky man. "They've got male guards here too. I saw Dr. Endicott bring you in here. You're new here, right?"
"Yes. My name's Laura," she said, hoping she might make a friend in this dreadful place. Maybe he would let her go. "Nice name. But I'm not interested in knowing it. You've got a nice pussy, Laura-nice pussy and nice tits. I'm gonna really enjoy myself this time. Heard you're pretty spunky, too. Heard that from the doc. Hal here's gonna find out right quick." "What?"
"Don't play dumb," he said, quickly unfastening the chains from her arms and harness and dragging her up.
Laura struggled against him, finding he had the strength of a bear. While he held her with one arm pressed against her belly, he kicked the stool over to her, shoving her down hard onto the seat. Laura shook the hair from her eyes, staring up at him. The cuffs were still on her hands, cuffs he attached to two small eyelets on the back legs of the stool. He bent her back, his fingers wrapped around her throat. "Don't even think of yelling out, or I'll snap that pretty neck of yours with one hand. Bend back."
"I'll . . I'll fall!"
Taking off his belt, he looped it around her waist, then encircled the stool, fixing it like a strap to the girl. Stepping back, he grabbed her right leg, jerking it up and out until her toes brushed against one of the rings Laura had seen earlier when she entered the small, narrow room. Pulling rope from his back pocket, Hal encircled her ankles twice with the line, affixing it to the ring in a double figure eight. He did the same to her other leg, both of them spread wide apart in a broad V while her torso bent back and over the stool. Her hair fanned out behind her, touching the floor. Hal was proud of his handiwork, reaching down and scratching his cock and balls through his white uniform.
"Nice, the way your cunt opens up when your legs are like that. Real inviting, right? You ain't been tapped much since you been here. Not yet, anyway. That's gonna change real fast."
"No! Oh, no!"
Hal undressed, his bulky, hairy body revealed to her in the dim light. When he pushed down his soiled Jockey shorts, she saw an eight-inch monster cock bob up, his bails jiggling with the moves he made. "Nice, huh? Just as good as the doc's got? It's gonna make you feel real nice."
Laura let her torso fall back over the stool, her head dangling toward the floor while her ass dangled dangerously over the front end. She felt him massaging her cunt, rubbing his fingers up and down, feeling the insides of her cunt lips while he caressed her smooth ass cheeks. She wriggled up against the touch, puffing at the cuffs holding her wrists to the stool, secretly enjoying the restraining feeling they gave her. Fighting back a moan, Laura closed her eyes and concentrated on the tongue now licking at her nipples. He was gentle at first, surprisingly so, considering how this manor school was being run. Then his teeth began to bite into the sore tits, chewing into the rubbery nubs and the girl bounced her ass against the stool and screamed in agony.
"Ah, so they've been doing things to your nips, eh? First things they go for," Hal said, squinting his eyes and seeing the marks all around her tits. "But a nice suck-job isn't gonna be that bad. And you better shut up. You keep yellin' that way and I'm gonna have to shut you up. You don't wanna be gagged, do you?"
Laura shook her head, feeling his fingers probing into her pussy, spreading the cunt walls, scratching the hot, tight itch tat was starting to make her pussy wet once more.
"Good," he said.
With a sigh, she let her belly relax as she felt the velvety heat of his prick against her pussy. She needed that feeling, had to have it as she had to have the air she breathed. Laura wanted the warmth of another human being. And if it had to be through this, she would accept it. The cuffs around her wrists added to the heat searing her clit. The tension created by her spread legs made her pussy throb more while her back rubbed painfully against the stool He was draping himself over her, his fingers rubbing up to her tits and covering them, squeezing her sore nipples. He was licking her, lapping up the salty perspiration around her throat while sliding his prick head up against her cunt. Laura could feel the thick juices oozing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his prick head. Her cunt was already hot enough to wink wide, then snap shut on thin air. She had had to deal with that when Dr. Handley fucked her in the ass, using his fingers to satisfy her needy pussy. Hal, she felt, would do better than that.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby, the doc sure knows what the fuck he's yakkin' about."
The big man rolled his hips, his prick shoving up against the top of her cunt mound. At the same time, he tugged at her arms, enjoying the sight of her flesh pressed against the leather cuffs. Laura sighed again, feeling the electric charge seeping through her cunt. She rocked her ass over the stool, feeling her head explode while he directed his cock tip first against one cunt lip, then the other. The tiny pea of her clit railed deliciously under the pressure, her shoulders shuddering against the sliding stool. More heat sliced into her cunt, making the velvety cunt walls drool with juice. Laura wanted to grab at him, hold him fight to her body. But every time she jerked her arms, she felt the restraining cuffs cut into her raw wrists. She groaned with the pain, resigned to lying there helpless on the stool while the big stud worked her over with his tongue and prick. She shivered, feeling his teeth rubbing up against her nipples again. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine.
Hal was squirming over her, trying to slide his prick around without entering yet. He was enjoying teasing her, watching her rut in front of him, her face red with lust while her cunt burned for his prick. Laura let out a low moan. She wanted that cock deep in her. The tease of Dr. Handley had only been an overture. She was ready for the main body now. With a forward thrust of his hips, the big stud centered his stiff cock over her cunt hole, squeezing both her tits at the same time. She felt him starting to penetrate her pussy. With another low moan, the girl let her head fall back.
Hal grunted, shoving forward and up. With a greasy, slippery slide, his prick head popped past the tense ring of her cuntal mouth. He was in her! Oh, God in heaven, he was inside her, pushing down, his prick spearing deep into her body! Laura let out a cry of unspeakable joy, her ass twisting around on the splintery stool while her shoulders shuddered against the rear legs. He was fucking deeper, his tongue licking at her lips, then fucking into her mouth. She thought that if he probed deeply enough his tongue and prick would be meeting somewhere deep in her belly. Laura felt him resting on her, his belly warming hers, his hands pawing her tits, then pinching her belly flesh. The fat cock-knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was stimulating the nerves inside. Laura let out a cry, contracting her cunt muscles, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. He liked that. Even more important, the girl found she liked it. Gasping and groaning, Laura found her body doing more things than she had thought humanly possible. He groaned into her spit-slicked kiss.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Laura whispered, ashamed and yet elated at her daring. She sucked hard, drawing his sensuous lips into her mouth. She could feel the inner edges of his teeth and speared the tip of her tongue into the slick, soft tissues under his tongue. The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move around as much as she could. She tried to lead, and he followed with a perfect rhythm. When she arched her back above the stool, he pulled his prick out until the ridge around the cock- knob tugged at her cunt muscles. Each time Laura curled her spine and tried to lurch up wards, he shoved his cock forward-until their hipbones met and ground together.
"You're hot, baby, real hot. Can't believe you were a virgin just yesterday. Christ! You fuck like you been doin' it off the streets!" Laura loved his dirty mouth! The more he insulted her now, the hotter she got. She forgot about her mother, Dr. Endicott, everyone except this marvelous man who had freed her from the hood and tied her up in this delicious way! Everything that had happened to her before was part of this scene now. Every time Laura curled forward as much as the bonds would allow, she thought there was more of his prick to grind into her. At first, when his hairy belly ground against her cunt mound, the joy-flashes from her cut rose past the wonderful fullness in her cunt hole. As she ground against him some more, Laura felt the long bar of cock meat reaching in deeper, pressing her intestines to one side. Oh, it was so wildly wonderful that a man could do some thing like this to her!
"Uhh-huhhhhhrr"
Laura moaned loudly now, the need for air forcing her to pull her mouth away from his. The big stud somehow managed to put his hands on her ass, sliding his fingers up and digging the nails into her ass cheeks. He forced her rolling hips to meet and take the same heavy rhythm as his cock. The girl could hear herself sobbing. The roar inside her head merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She felt her clit grinding against him, loving the sensation of stretching in the depths of her cunt, the steady beat of his cock head nudging her way down deep. Spit frothed from the corners of her mouth as she felt herself stretching thin. Laura felt herself shivering like a frightened doe with every touch of his prick inside her cunt. She was drip ping sweat, feeling the tug of his cock head while his hands mauled her tits. The young girl wanted to feel the pain of the restraints, the shove of his prick meat, the touch of his hands all at once. She had all of his fat fucker now. Laura moved her ass around as best she could, loving the splintery touch of the stool against her ass cheeks. The mass of sexual tension in her belly was swelling more and more, pressing against her cunt like a huge rock. She felt him dragging his fingernails into her shoulders, drawing her nipples up, creasing them and making them throb even more. Her ass cheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again. It was too beautiful for words.
The young girl hung there awkwardly, her legs spread widely apart and chained to opposite walls-while she had her cunt fed again and again with that fat, thick cock.
"Uh! Uhhhh! Huhhhhh!"
Hal was digging his fingernails into her ass. Laura felt all the nerve endings in those ass globes standing on end, naked to his touch. The stripes from her former whipping flamed with the dripping salty sweat while the insides of her thighs burned and chilled at the same time. More and more cunt juice oozed out, squishing around the fucking prick. Laura felt her body turn into a rubbery, melting mass of fluid while that whirling ball of hunger turned faster.
"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, fuck it out!" he groaned in her ear. Laura didn't have to be told that. She was wild, jerking her body as best she could, feeling her back hurt as she lay there on the squeaking stool. The simmering heat in her cunt began to rise more and more, blasting into her brain, taking away what little self-control the girl had. She could feel her cum starting up between her white shivering legs. She started holding her breath in. A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even more full when the pistoning prick rammed in.
Her cuntal mouth hurt from the friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst made her cant juice start to dry. An angry fire started at the mouth of her fuck-hole. The gathering hot rush in her veins was too strong to stop. She felt her belly bulging with prick meat. This was the best fuck ever, she thought happily, grunting and ramming her cunt down onto his rock-hard fucker.
"Wawhwhwhhhhh!"
It was too powerful for her to stop. Laura had wanted his fucking to go on and on. But the pull of the cuffs around her ankles, the tug of the restraints on her wrist&, the hot itchy ache exploding again and again between her legs was too much. The big climax had started. The hard, heavy jolt of her first contraction set off his prick. Hal shouted down at her, nearly breaking her shoulders as he held on and sent gouts of hot sticky cum splashing into her pussy. Laura yowled more loudly, her knees shaking, her head snapping from side to side as she gulped in air to feed her lungs. Weeping and struggling, she tried tearing her wrists from the restraints. Again, Laura wanted to hold the guy tightly to her as she came on his cock meat. But the restraints held while catastrophic waves ripped from her cunt to every muscle in her body. She bit at thin air while the massive thrusts of his cock seemed to take forever. Laura felt her cuntal walls grip down on his prick at least three times for every wad of jism that shot from his cock-knob.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Laura felt herself become all cunt. She was hot and wet and clenching in every cell of her body. She lost the noises of the room around her. She couldn't hear herself shout, couldn't hear the curses Hal was screaming into her ear as he kept on pumping his cum into her pussy. Her head shot back again while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cunt reaction.
"Yet, baby! Yeah, man! Cut it loose! You're goin' for it!" Laura felt another climax explode just as the first ended. She screamed again, bucking her body up, fucking her cunt onto his softening prick and wanting even more of that cock meat filling her clenching, wet pussy hole.
Yes, yes! It was everything she wanted and more! How she drank in the sensations of being fucked while Hal sucked on her tits, then kissed her long and hard.
When it was over, Laura sagged in her bonds, feeling the cum and cunt juice oozing from her cunt slot and wetting down her thighs. She had been fucked by the hardest, biggest, strongest cock of her young life, she thought, smiling weakly as Hal withdrew his prick from her cunt hole. "That was real good, Missy. You're gonna do alright here at the manor..
Hell, you'll probably exhaust half the staff before you get through."
Hal stumbled around, picking up his clothes and pulling them on quickly. Laura noticed he appeared a little nervous. She thought maybe he wasn't supposed to be in here. She was told this was to be a kind of meditation period. Well, fucking Hal was far from the type of mediation she had thought about. Her suspicions were confirmed when the door opened and Dr. Endicott stood there, her eyes round with surprise, while Hal looked a little sheepish zipping up. One quick look around, and Ellen knew what had happened.
"So, trifling with the patients again, Hal? I know I permit a good deal of latitude where this is concerned," she said, nodding in the direction of Laura. "I find this girl a particularly interesting, special case. In the future, when you find someone tied up and alone, leave them that way. You'll have your chance at so many others."
"Yes, Dr. Endicott," Hal said, deflated by her authority. Obviously relieved he hadn't been dismissed on the spot, Hal hurriedly tucked in his shirt and ducked from the room, leaving the two women alone. Ellen walked slowly around to Laura, brushing the girl's cheek with the back of her hand.
"You're learning quickly, my sweet. We'll see just how quickly in a little while."
Chapter Nine
Laura thought she would surely have to spend time in some kind of punishment for what she had done with Hal. Surprisingly, the bomb had yet to fail.
For the next two days, she went to her meals, spending time in the library looking at those bondage books and finding herself oddly stimulated by them. There were a few classes as well-English, math, even some crafts that made her think, if only briefly that she was in a school-rigidly disciplined, but a school, nonetheless. Still, no one would talk, and the teachers had a certain gleam in their eyes that made Laura think of the bonds she knew surely would be used on her sooner or later.
That time came on the evening of the third day. She had just finished dinner and was resting on her cot, thumbing through a book she had borrowed from the library. There were the sounds of footsteps outside the corridor, a telltale sign that someone was going to be plucked from her cell and taken somewhere. For a moment she thought she heard the footsteps passing her door. Then they returned, and the sound of the key in her lock made her heart sink.
"Come with me, Laura. I think you have an appointment now." Strange. It wasn't the usual sour-faced matron who had accompanied her all the time. Of course it was a little late and that woman, strange as she was, had to sleep sometime.
A tall, lean young man was in the doorway, looking rather kindly at her. She smiled, put ting the book down and rising from her cot. For some odd reason, Laura felt like flirting with the orderly or whatever he was as she brushed past him and stood in the corridor, waiting for him to lock her room.
"This way. But you probably know the way by now." Laura winced a little at this remark, feeling a little whorish. But then, it was true. She had been here several days and had been through so much. She had survived and paid the big price Dr. Endicott had talked endlessly about, she thought. What more was there to pay? They continued down the corridor, past a classroom where girls were busily taking notes on math. As she walked farther, her heart began to beat more quickly. Was this young man to be her new trainer? She felt a familiar cold sweat break out on her forehead while her nipples hardened and puckered with excitement. She sighed, feeling the rub of her coarse gown more than ever against her aroused flesh. He was so good-looking. And, unlike the others, he appeared to be somewhat gentle. He ushered her down one corridor after another, taking her to another wing of the building. "Where are we going?"
He said nothing, holding her gently by the up per arm and guiding her along until they reached a set of stairs. A terrible, dank smell rose to greet her. Laura stopped, putting both hands against the wall and pushing back. It was as if he were going to pitch her into hell! "No, it... it doesn't smell good," she said, wrinkling up her nose in disgust.
"You'll have to do as your told. Dr. Endicott's orders," the young man said firmly, a cutting edge in his voice now. Laura turned and saw his expression had hardened. She felt his grip tighten around her arms until they hurt.
"No, no, it's dark down there." "You don't understand, do you?" His eyes rounded with anger, and his body tensed as if he were going to attack her. Laura could see in an instant this man was no different from the others. They were all users, manipulating her and the other girls. They were using them as toys, fucking them then throwing them away for something newer. She resisted the hands forcing her down. Laura felt her shoulders hurt, her knees buckling while the orderly was trying to push her down the stairs.
"No, let me alone, let me alone!" Laura fought back, something she knew she was never supposed to do. But she struggled anyhow, clawing at the handsome man's face while pushing forward. She had nearly made it past him when she felt a doubled fist plow deep in her belly. The teenager doubled over, the wind knocked from her lungs. Staggering back, Laura felt her feet missing the first step. Startled, the orderly tried to catch her. But it was too late. Laura tumbled head-over-heels backward, her head striking the stone steps now and then until she finally rolled to a crumpled pile at the foot of the stairs. For a moment, Laura thought she could hear someone running down the steps. Then everything went black...
When she awoke, Laura was aware of a dull throbbing ache pounding through her head. How it hurt! Tentatively, she raised one hand, patting the injured area and relieved at finding there was no blood. It was then she realized how dark it was down there, and how damp and dank at the same time. She had rolled down the steps during the struggle and knocked herself out. That was what had happened.
Now she lay sprawled on the filthy, cold basement floor of this cellar that seemed to reek of something unclean. Slowly rising, feeling the ache in her shoulders and back, Laura drew herself into a ball and huddled against the wall behind her. It was so cold and damp. She shivered, wondering what kind of nightmare she was going through. They had brought her here for some reason. Perhaps her fall had sobered them. They were going to leave her in here for a while, then come and take her home. The fall, though completely accidental, had been more than enough punishment for her, she thought glumly.
Laura abruptly stiffened, cocking her head as she thought she could hear someone moaning nearby. Was it her imagination? Was some one else in there with her? Perhaps it was one of the other girls thrown down here for some reason. For a while, Laura didn't dare find out more about the blackness surrounding her. The claw like skitter and pause of some small animal had stopped her when she first decided to do it. Then there it was again, that same moaning noise she hard heard earlier. Forgetting her fear, Laura began scrambling across the floor toward the noise. She touched something warm and drew back in surprise.
"Who's there?"
"I'm... I'm Jenny. They raped me," a girl cried, sobbing again. Laura almost laughed at the news. Considering what she had endured all this time, rape was one of the least painful. "Are you new here?"
"I came, c-came here y-yesterday," the girl stammered. Laura could feel one hand reaching out to her. She took it and pressed it firmly.
"I've been here a few days. Who raped you?"
There was a pause as the girl sobbed afresh. Laura calmed her down. "I don't know. There were four of them, hit ting me all the time, tearing off my clothes- they were the clothes my mama had just made me! They ripped them off and hit me all over. Then one of them held me down while the other four . . . oh my God, it hurt me so much!" "I know, I know," Laura said, feeling some thing like sexual warmth spread over her cunt.
She could well imagine this young girl who was a virgin abused this way, screaming at her attackers as they held her dawn and raped her. "But . . . but that wasn't the worst," the girl sobbed hesitantly. "Then the fourth man who was holding me stuck his thing in me; in my behind, while the last man raped me. Ohhhh, how it hurt." Laura shuddered. Fucked by two men at the same time, one in the cunt, one in the ass. It was a fantasy Laura would have from now on, until it was finally fulfilled. Perhaps she should talk with Dr. Endicott. "What's that?" Jenny cried, huddling up next to Laura.
That same skittering sound reached both girls' ears.
"I don't know. Rats, maybe."
"Rats? Why are we here? Why did they put me here?" Laura hugged her sobbing friend, wishing she could peer through the darkness and see more about this room, as well as define her friend's features.
"Didn't you hear me fall down the steps?" Laura asked after some time had passed.
"No. I guess you were already here. Two of the men carried me down here and dumped me on the floor, saying they'd be back. If they never come back, I couldn't care," the girl said vehemently. Laura almost chided the girl for talking like that. They could die in here, or spend hours of comfortless crouching while waiting for some one to come to fetch them. But then she stopped herself, knowing Jenny had just arrived. She would learn the ropes of the manor and be better for it. Laura stopped, putting both hands to her own lips. She realized she was thinking just like Dr. Endicott!
Then the heavy door of the cellar grated open. A shaft of yellow light immediately fanned down the long stone steps. There at the to stood the young man who had accidentally pushed Laura down the stairs. She automatically drew back while Jenny screamed out, pointing at him.
"He's one. He's one of them who fucked me!" she screamed, shaking miserably against Laura.
He came down the stairs, keeping his eyes on both young girls until he reached the bottom. Jenny had crawled back, waving her arms wildly in front of her face like a madwoman while sobbing even harder. "I don't want you. You're not ready. But you are," he said, stretching out one hand and nodding in Laura's direction. Laura looked back at the uncomprehending dark-haired girl who had curled into a fetal position and was still sobbing hysterically. Rising, Laura looked around her. She thought she could see something large and furry duck into one of the many holes at the bottoms of the walls. She shuddered. She would be leaving Jenny here, she thought, watching as the young man signaled her with a sweep of his hand to climb the stairs. But then, the girl had probably fought violently against her first "lesson." She would have to learn the hard way, Laura thought. "My name's Tom, by the way. You were supposed to have another lesson here with Dr. Handley and me. But you fell," Tom explained. "He examined you and found you alright." "So, you decided to have fun with her down there, right?"
"Dr. Endicott's orders. We all do what Dr. Endicott says. After all," Tom said with a shrug, "she pays all the bills." They climbed the stairs, shutting the door and leaving Jenny to rot in her misery. Laura had halfway expected she was going back to her room when she felt his hand gripping her shoulder again. This time, at least, she thought, there were no stairs to be pushed down.
He pushed her into a brightly lit room. There were so many things there on the floor-strips of leather buckles, a large wooden cross, things hanging from pulley assemblies in the ceiling. It was overwhelming. Laura stopped, her eyes rounding.
"I thought you'd enjoy looking around while I get someone. You can't go anywhere, so don't try," Tom said, closing the door behind him. Laura stood there, staring wide-eyed at the devices. She could sense she was nearing graduating from the manor.
Chapter Ten
"Na, no, stop it!"
"Please, you're only making it worse. Don't shake around so much!"
"Ohhhhh, no, please, don't; ohhhhh, it hurts so much!" Laura lay on her back, her arms stretched out to either side of her body crucifixion style. Tom had cinched two strips of black leather around her wrists, binding them very tightly to the wood. Her tits stretched against her chest, distended by the position she was in.
For a wild moment, the girl thought he was going to nail her bare feet to the wood just as the Romans had done to Christ. Instead, he used half-inch line, wrapping it first round one side, then another, binding both feet finally to the bar of wood with a slip knot. Laura had been quiet, obedient to what he had told her. But Jenny had fought back, kicking and screaming all the way into the room until Tom had backhanded her into submission. She had suffered the most, being roped to the cross harshly, her neck and her waist and knees being fastened to the wood, as well as her wrists and ankles. When she came to, the young girl could hardly move. She screamed again, her face swelling and reddening while her body twisted harshly against the restraining ropes. Already Laura could see the marks left by the rope and leather. Jenny was huffing herself, reddening her skin while trying to get put of her bonds, an impossible situation.
While Laura was watching Tom drag Jenny's cross across the room, the door opened and Dr. Endicott and Dr. Handley arrived. Jack was pushing a small table on which a portable generator sat. Immediately Laura remembered the dreadful wire Dr. Endicott had inserted in her ass, and she broke into a cold sweat: The electricity was the one thing that had really terrified her. Her heart could stop. Someone could get carried away and really electrocute her. She struggled a little against her bonds, feeling so vulnerable, the way her arms were stretched out from her sides.
"Get them up, ass to ass;" Dr. Endicott said, nodding to Laura with a conspiratorial smile.
Laura gasped, realizing she was smiling back at the woman. No! She couldn't change. She was still the same girl she was a few days earlier. Nothing had happened. Nothing!
Jenny groaned as Tom attached a chain to the base of the cross, then moved to the wall and began turning a ratchet clockwise. Slowly the foot of the cross rose from the floor, tilting the girl head-down until she was upside down. Still Tom turned; perspiration washing down the side of his face while his muscles bulged with the effort. The overhead pulleys groaned with the weight as Jenny rose slowly from the floor, the ropes straining hard against her ankles, her wrists, her belly, her throat. The girl screamed, her eyes bulging, her fingers curling and digging into her sweaty palms. In a moment she was fixed in that position, the upside-down cross swinging gently.
"Now, her."
Laura was next. She stared at the ceiling; pushing all thoughts from her mind as she felt Tom attach the foot of her cross to another chain, then begin twisting a second ratchet. The wood jerked up, her hair falling back, her tits rolling up against her chin as her bound feet rose higher and higher in the air. In a moment, she felt herself bumping against jenny's shoulder- blades, her ass sliding back and forth across the other girl's ass. They were even now, rubbing up against one another while Tom fixed the ratchet firmly. Laura felt the blood rushing to her head while her hair swept over the floor. Jenny had finally calmed somewhat, her sobs choking her as she twisted uncomfortably in her bonds. "This one, this little bitch," Dr. Endicott said, gesturing toward Laura, "can take anything. She wants everything we can throw at her." She grinned, walking around and caressing Laura's face with one hand. "I'd like to try something, then, doctor," Tom said while walking up to her.
"Before the current? Very well."
Tom pulled out a pocketknife, opening the blade and pressing it against Laura's belly. The girl sucked in a deep breath, her eyes widening as she felt the coldness of the steel. He began trailing the tip along her flesh, outlining her tits, her nipples, watching the nubs grow dark and large. It was an indication of her arousal, of how badly she wanted and needed to have another training lesson. Tom chuckled, obviously in on the joke.
Slowly, he moved the blade down, down until it was tracing around her pussy. Laura closed her eyes, curling her fingers, feeling her cunt suck in air in an uncontrollable spasm. The soft vulnerability of the area terrified and excited her.
And then . . . and then she felt a shocking chill freeze the center of her pussy. Tom was pressing the flat of the blade against her cunt. She felt her cunt lips clamp down on the blade, slitting themselves against the sharp steel. Tom carefully rocked the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit hood. Laura gasped. The pressure on her cum center made a shock as sharp as the knife itself shoot through her. She rubbed her back as best she could against the wood, conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips. The stinging pussy juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell harder, bigger. Laura felt her pulse race. She opened her eyes and saw the others standing around with their arms folded, watching with growing interest. Tom was stroking his long, fat cock through his trousers with one hand while the other moved the knife around her cunt. "Ahhhhhh!"
Laura let out another grunt, the tip of the knife piercing her clit folds. The searing pain was, inseparable from the thrill of the direct clit touch. In a moment, the girl thought her cunt lips were on fire. The constant rush of cunt juice across and into those tiny cuts was like salt rubbed into wounds. Her head throbbed while she thought surely her heart would burst through her chest.
"You like that, don't you? You like anything that smacks of this, just like the doctor says," Tom said, licking his dry lips. She thought about the knife, about the possibility of it cutting deep into her. That notion made her cunt juice flow faster. Laura felt the flush rising all through her as she felt hint dragging the knife back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her pussy mouth. The buzzy sensations sparking from her clit stopped for a moment. Tom was moving the blade around now to Jenny, pricking her ass it and chuckling as the young girl shrieked. She jerked more wildly against her ropes, twisting like a maniac, bouncing her cross against Laura's while filling the room with her wails.
"Damn! Do something to shut her up," Dr. Handley said in irritation. Tom pulled the knife back, sliding it around on Laura's thighs before switching back the blade and shoving it in his pocket. "Okay, okay, I've had my fun. She's ready to take on anything," Tom said, his voice thick with emotion.
"I could have told you that," Dr. Endicott snapped, gesturing to Dr. Handley to begin.
Jenny was first. The big man walked quickly to her, bending down and attaching small metal clamps to her distended nipples. Ignoring her pleas and cries, he adjusted them, playing out the wires to untangle them, then moving around and attaching two more to either cunt lip. She again begged them to let her go, but Jack only moved around, attaching two clamps to her nipples and two more to her cunt lips. They slid because of her obvious arousal, something that didn't escape his attention. Finally a wire was pushed into Laura's shitter, stretched around the wood behind her, and inserted into Jenny's asshole.
"Now the two of you are wired together. What one feels, the other will, too. Perhaps the wire joining your two asses together will increase the sensation, the current of one body passing into the other. How exciting," Dr. Endicott said with some relish.
"No, no!" Jenny pleaded.
Ellen threw the switch, sending the first bit of electricity out through the wires connecting the girls. Laura jumped, the warm, biting pulse in her tits matching the one in her pussy. She was surprised at the rather pleasant sensation she was experiencing, not at all like the horror of her first day. Perhaps it was the time. Her cunt was itching so hot and her nipples were throbbing. She was far from the pain Jenny seemed to be experiencing, judging from the cries and screams of the wild girl. "More current. That will stop the little slut," Ellen said. Laura felt her nipples become swollen while her tits jumped. Her cunt lips felt raw while her clit stiffened and threatened to burst. Oh, how those pinchers nibbled into her cunt lips and clit. How deliciously evil it all was, and how wonderful at the same time. She was weak and dizzy from the power of her own body.
Ellen moved the dial one notch higher. What attacked her cunt, ass and tits was like a hand lightly slapping her. The aftershock felt like blunted glass bits barely scratching her nipples and clit. Her ass guts recoiled, a fist of air bursting out and nearly dislodging the wire lodged in her asshole. Jenny was screaming louder now, her body shuddering against the upside- down cross. "Yaghghhghghh!"
Ellen cranked the switch up higher. Laura felt as if she were struck with the force of a high speeding truck. Her tits, belly, cunt and asshole felt as if' ripped to pieces by steel daggers. Her cunt throbbed while the screams of Jenny seemed to echo a thousand times in her head. Laura's cries were strangled now as she felt her clit start to throb. God in heaven, she was cumming! Bouncing her body against Jenny's, screaming now as loudly as the teenager strapped behind her, Laura was cumming her brains out. And the electricity seemed to keep her at that level. She was climaxing again and again, her orgasms growing more and more powerful until they blotted out the pain from the current. She could hear Jenny's cries change, too. The girl was climaxing as well, her body bouncing from side to side, straining against the ropes while the current continued to blast through her. How deliciously good it all was as Laura found herself losing consciousness from her climaxing. She fought for the light but felt herself sinking quickly. The last thing she remembered was her cunt jerking against the clamps, drinking in the current while her cross bounced and banged against Jenny's.
"We're so pleased you've worked with Laura," her mother said, smiling at her daughter, ten patting her hair modestly down. "It was a pleasure. And I'm sure I'm giving you a new daughter," Dr.
Endicott said, tap ping her long fingernails against the desk.
Laura sat there quietly, smiling innocently at the two of them. "I must admit, I'm a little surprised at Laura's desire to do volunteer work here. Rut, as long as it doesn't interfere with her education "We won't worry about that. Laura and I have worked out a perfect program. You'll be very proud of her, Mrs. Bennet. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. I'll see you, then, on Friday afternoon, Laura. We have our work to do. There are still some problems here." Laura thought of Jenny and agreed mentally. "Then, good-bye, Dr. Endicott. Thank you so much."
"It was my pleasure, believe me."
And mine, Laura thought, rising from her chair and nodding at Ellen. Friday. Her cunt creamed as she thought of Friday! Walking from the office, feeling the warm slick rub of her pussy lips against one another, she thought of the ropes, the binding, the pain, the delight, the fucking. How good it was, she thought, carefully descending the steep stone steps in front of the manor, to see her mother off. How right Dr. Endicott had been! A little discipline never hurt anybody.
