Immoral people, capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder.
Julie Christholson, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people, finding herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
SCHOOLGIRL IN PRISON-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Julie Christholson drew the pink sweater over her narrow shoulders, shuddering under the low-ceilinged room while the fog swirled across the barred window in front of her. It all seemed unreal, a terrible nightmare that she would awaken from in a moment. Her mother's tears, the way the judge stared at her from the high bench, the thin-lipped, unsmiling matrons who took her away, the long trip to this institution-it had made her feel a little sick as she drew her long legs together and pushed the blonde hair from her eyes.
The way the guards had stared at her as she climbed the long stone steps to this inspection room made her shiver as well as feel something strangely hot and tingly between her legs.
"Allright, stand up there, missy."
"My name's Julie," she said defensively, rubbing her nose and fighting back the tears welling up in her blue eyes.
Julie rose from the hard-seated bench, feeling naked as the two white-suited guards walked in, closing the steel door behind them. They did their best to hide their smirks as they circled her slowly, their heels thudding dully against the dark cement floor.
Julie wanted to cry, but she fought back the tears, steeling herself for whatever ordeal lay ahead. She knew there would be a humiliating strip-search, some leering, then finally a trip to her cell. She had read enough of those kinds of stories in teen magazines to make her hair stand on end now.
When she felt someone touch her arm, she shuddered again, wondering why on earth her nipples were standing up straight, rubbing against her bra. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe in spite of all her moral training she was a bad girl.
"She's hot, man, real hot," the tall dark-haired man said, his voice throaty.
Her cunt tingled. When she moved her hips a little, Julie could feel the velvety surfaces rubbing together, juice seeping out and wetting her panty crotch.
"Gonna get hotter too," the second guard said, smiling a crooked smile at her, making his long, banana nose seem even more horrid than it was. The big red pimples on his face seemed to shine in the dim confines of the small room.
Julie felt horrible, hoping he didn't notice the way her tits were heaving up and down. She had to be strong, she thought, strong to resist what was going to happen to her. When he touched her again, she shrank away, moving back until she felt the bench with the backs of her legs.
"What do you want from me?" she gasped.
"What we get from all the girls around here, sooner or later."
Julie stared round-eyed at them. This was a state insistitution, a reform school run under strict supervision-or so she was told at the hearing.
"Go away! Get away from me!" she cried, looking around for someone to help her.
"There's nowhere to go."
"What's she in here for anyway?"
Matt, the dark-haired guard shrugged. "Something about running away from home all the time. I don't know. Doesn't matter. We'll see her file later-after we see her."
"I'll scream if you try to...."
"To do what, fuck you?"
Julie pressed her shoulderblades against the cinder block wall.
"No!"
Matt moved fast, one hand jerking out and wrapping tightly around her waist while his other hand clamped itself over her mouth. Julie's eyes widened as she was shoved across the floor. She heard the bench overturning as he pushed her hard against the wall, his call used palm pressing so hard against her lips tht it felt as if it would force her teeth to cut them. She banged her head against the wall, struggling with him.
"Go for it, man, fuck her! Yeahhh, baby, Matt's gonna fuck you, and then ol' Jack's gonna make you eat dick," the pimple-faced guard said, rubbing his stiffening prick through his trousers.
"Noooo! Help! Help!"
Julie broke away temporarily, scrambling for the door, beating her fists against the cold iron while Matt shot out after her.
"No way anybody's gonna hear you down here," he said, slapping her hard across the back of her head, then tangling his fingers in her hair and dragging her back.
Julie screamed, feeling the roots of her hair tearing from her scalp while her feet slipped from their white sandals. She was back against the wall again, Matt stepping on her feet, crushing her toes while he hunched against her. He was making fucking moves, moves that horrified as well as excited the young teen writhing under his grip.
In a moment the arm was gone from around her waist. She heard a jingling sound. Julie saw that Matt had tugged off his pants. He was naked from the waist down, and something terribly long and thick and dark pink was sticking out from between his legs.
Matt used his free hand to grip her long hair, forcing her face close to him, then making her look down. Every nightmare she had ever had about men raping her flashed through her mind. He was going to fuck her with that thing!
"No!"
Again she tried fighting him, but he was too strong.
"Take a good look at it, Julie. Miss Julie," Matt said with a derisive laugh. "It's gonna be stickin' in you real soon. Fight me and I'll piss all over you too. That'd be real nice, right? You'd smell that piss all fuckin' night!"
Matt tore more hair from her head as Julie snapped her body from side to side in agony. He was forcing her down, pushing her toward the floor. When she fought back, Matt twisted his fingers, increasing the tension against her hair and tearing it from her scalp. Julie felt her knees shudder, then buckle.
"Stop this! Leave me alone! This is illegal!" Julie screamed, praying God that someone would come in and stop this horror.
Julie tried screaming again, trying to bite down on the fingers sliding over her lips. Matt closed his fingers like vises over her jaw, striking her head three times against the wall, then letting her slide down a little farther, swearing that he would crush her skull if she tried anything like that again.
"Better," Matt whispered, feeling her give up her resistance.
He was licking his tongue all over her earlobe, licking her face, slobbering all over her. She felt his fingers pinching her all over while his beer-breath made her wince with disgust. She felt him pressing harder against her body, the perspiration seeming to seep through his shirt onto her blouse.
The hand around her mouth relaxed a little. But his other hand remained tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the floor. Her feet kicked out, upending the bench that she had been sitting on. Julie thought she would faint from terror. But then the hand around her mouth loosened and she was able to gasp in lungfuls of air.
Julie heard Matt swear a little, then she felt him reach under her skirt and grab her asscheek. He pinched hard, making her legs kick out to either side while her ass shot up in the air. Again he pinched, and again Julie screamed, trying wildly to wriggle away from his offending hand. She half-turned around, flailing him with her fists, blushing furiously.
He was touching her in places no man had touched her before. In spite of what her mother thought, she was still a virgin, terrified yet curious about sex.
"Stop!"
He was pulling down her panties, skinning the soft pink silk over her thighs, over her knees, then finally over her ankles.
Julie made a wild grab for them but missed, feeling the panties slide over her toes. She could feel the woolen rub of her skirt now over her cunt lips. The touch was shocking. Julie let out a gasp, her forehead wrinkling while her body squirmed against Matt's. He laughed, sliding his hand around, moving it over her jutting hipbones, then down between her clenching legs.
"Whoooooeeeeee! She's got one powerful grip," he said, laughing at her. "She's gonna be hotter 'n' a bitch Dobey in heat when I get into 'er."
His words made Julie cringe with horror. The degradation of being raped this way, of slowly being defiled by that roving hand while he told her what he was going to do to her, was almost worse than the actual fucking act itself. Julie banged her knees against the concrete floor, feeling his fingers now trying to move between her thighs. She sucked in a ragged breath, drawing her knees together once more and holding them against each other with all her strength.
She could hear Matt panting behind her with the effort of trying to finger-fuck her. Julie had heard stories from her girlfriends, tales about how their boyfriends liked to slide their fingers into their pussies and make them go crazy with the touch. It was way safer, her friend Kathy Barnes had told her, than getting fucked and getting pregnant. Now the conversation came back to Julie as she wriggled on the floor, trying to keep Matt's fingers from slipping into her cunt.
"Man, oh man, gonna burn myself up with this one," he said, rolling on top of her and pushing her legs apart.
The idea of what he was trying to do to her made her shudder with horror. That big thing, that fat sausage-like monster sticking out from between his powerful legs was going to shove into her body.
Matt tried to mount her. Julie gagged. The taste of bile in her throat made her swallow several times. He was straining to wedge his solid prick into her virgin pussy, reaching down and tearing her skirt in the process.
Julie squirmed and writhed, trying to pull away from her attacker. But Matt was holding tightly to her hair, pulling and tearing, causing her more agony with each attempt that she made to tear away. He had her where he wanted her. Julie found her movements were futile.
Julie froze. She could feel his fat cock pushing against her thighs, rubbing back and forth, heating up her white shivering flesh. The girl bit her lip, chewing down until she could taste blood.
Again Julie squealed. All that separated the head of his cock from her cunt were a few inches.
Jack was down next to her, watching the two of them struggle against one another. Julie felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. Matt finally let go of her hair, pulling her body closer to him. She stared at those eyes-hard, black eyes, eyes that made her feel as if she were nothing.
"Poor little girl," he said mockingly. "You don't look comfortable. You should be smiling."
"I hate you!" she spat.
"I'll stick my cock in her mouth," Jack volunteered, pulling his pants open.
Julie shot him a look of fear, watching as his prick shot past the opened fly and bobbed up and down. She realized he was bent on fucking her in the mouth, something that made her mind reel even more. It was a nightmare, a terror-filled dream.
Matt was grabbing the bottom of her blouse, tearing it open, filling the air with a shower of pearl-colored buttons. He was down between her tits, biting at her bra, tearing at the stiff material until her cups fell away from her tits.
Julie jerked it back when she felt him biting her nipples while sanding his tongue over the itching tips. Matt chewed down lightly at first, rubbing his thumb over the jagged, juicy cunt-slit until Julie let out another cry. Then he sank his front teeth down hard on the resilient brown nub, making her scream and twist like a wild woman. He chewed down hard a second time, pulling back his head and lifting her tit up. Matt shook it from side to side like a dog swinging a piece of raw meat from between his fangs.
Julie screamed and shouted, bawling with agony, fearing he would tear her body to pieces. When she started to shriek even louder, he doubled one fist, bringing it down hard just under her lower rib and bruising her flesh. The girl let out a whoosh of air, her body shuddering under the violent blow.
"Shut the fuck up, baby. You're gonna wind up black and blue if you keep shriekin' like that, bitch," Matt warned.
Jack smiled. "Man, I told you I got somethin' here to keep 'er quiet."
"Not a bad idea."
"Oh no, no, no!" Julie screamed.
The pain in her side was terrible. Julie crawled a few feet away before Matt dragged her back to him, his fingers pinching her inner thighs horribly. She struggled wildly, her mouth torn opened. Matt again clamped his dirty palm over hr lips, pressing them back against her teeth. He squeezed her nostrils shut, nearly suffocating her while she wriggled and jerked under his control. Finally he took his hand away, letting her breathe.
"Please!" she cried when his fingers slid away from her. "Don't do this to me! I promise, I'll be good. I won't do anything wrong here. Just ... just don't do this!"
Matt was squeezing her rounded asscheeks, digging his fingers painfully into her flesh. Julie could tell her cries were of no use. The men ignored her, bent on their own path of fucking. She felt Matt sliding his fingers down around her pussy now, stroking her cunt-lips gently at first, then squeezing them together and rubbing them back and forth until a hot frothy liquid bubbled to the surface and wet down his palms.
She flushed beet red, unable to stop the hot tightness itching through her cunt. She jerked her knees up, then let them flop back to the floor as that rubbing continued. And, when he took a fistful of her curly blonde pussyhairs and tugged at them, she squealed loudly, her knees jerking up once more.
Julie turned her face away from Jack who was trying to bob his prick invitingly in front of her face. She smelled his groin-sour, pungent. The odor sickened her as well as excited her. Hysterical with fear, Julie knew with certainty that no matter what lay ahead of her, she wouldn't leave this room a virgin. She was sick with disgust, knowing these awful men would be the instruments of her ruin. She cried out, angry that she couldn't fight back with all her strength.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her mind snapped back to reality when she felt Matt's hands back between her legs, his thumb trying to squeeze into her cunt crack. She cried out, her knees shooting apart while her ass pranced and slapped against the cold cement floor. Tearing partially away from him, Julie managed to slap one hand across his face, watching as he reared back, then shot for her again. "Uhhhhh!"
Again Matt punched her, this time squarely in the belly. Julie doubled over, her hands clenched over her stomach, her face white and pinched while her mouth tore open for a second scream.
Jack was behind her, kneading the white flesh of her thighs into tight little balls, clenching them in his fists. It was horrible. Matt knocked her back onto her spine, slapping her hands away from her belly.
"Oooooooh!"
"Come on, man, let's get into her! She's hot. I can see that. She's gonna be smilin' for a long time after we get through pluggin' that hole."
Julie tried folding one leg over the other to protect her cunt. Matt was unimpressed, working his thumb around and around, bringing it up to her clit and stroking that tiny organ until the girl was panting for more.
Sweat rolled down her flushed cheeks while she found herself rolling her hips upward toward the big man shamelessly. She was rutting right there in front of him like some gutter animal. And there was nothing in the world she could do about it.
There was more movement. Julie was aware of Jack kneeling down at her side. In a moment she found him shoving something spongy and hot against her cheek.
Rolling her eyes around, she saw that prick inches from her mouth! He was leering down at her and holding his cock with one hand while tugging at her hair with the other. She screamed, trying to jerk away from his fingers.
He laughed at her, smearing that awful pre-cum over her cheeks, then rubbing the length of his cock over her eyes and nose. Julie arched her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the floor.
Matt was still toying with her cunt, touching her clit while bringing more and more juice up to the surface. When she opened her mouth to shout for help once again, Jack made his move, bending over and shoving his cock all the way into her mouth.
Julie's eyes bugged out, her fingers clenching in to two tight fists while her body shuddered. She had a prick in her mouth! It was something she could hardly believe! Never, ever had she even thought about doing something like this. Her cheeks puffed out while she flattened her tongue, trying to make room in her mouth for that hard, fat thing.
Jack was moaning, stroking his fingers through her hair while starting to move his hips back and forth. Julie could taste something-something very flat and bleachy tasting. Her cheeks bulged out even more when he began rotating his cock around in her mouth, shoving it down so far that he blocked her breathing passage for a moment.
"Oh yeahhhh, yeahhhh! Nice mouth, real nice and hot and wet!"
Her nose flattened against his hairy crotch as she tasted and smelled the big, hot prison guard. Again and again she tried jerking her head away from him. But the two men were stronger than she was, holding her prisoner while Jack fucked her mouth.
"Hey, you can wait for that. I'm goin' in," Matt announced, pushing his buddy away.
Jack protested, working his hips more frantically, his balls slapping against Julie's spit-slicked chin. But Matt was firm, reaching down between the girl's things and digging his fingers around her asscheeks to make her hotter. Then slowly he began sliding his hands down into her pussy, pushing them farther and farther until she felt him touching her cherry. That was when she felt a tearing pain she had never felt before in her life.
Julie screamed, her spine arching while her legs drummed against the floor.
CHAPTER TWO
"No, no-agggghghhhhh!"
He had her flipped around on her belly now, having forced Jack to pull from her mouth at least for the time being. Julie was grateful for that. She spat out the vile mixture of pre-cum and spit, gasping for air while rolling onto her belly. She felt him slapping her asscheeks several times with the flat of his hand, obviously enjoying watching her asscheeks shudder under the blows and redden. Her asscheeks were so warm now with that brief spanking, the heat radiating strangely to her clit.
Secretly Julie would have given anything to have had Matt spank her like that for a long time. But he was more interested in getting into her pussy. She felt those offending fingers worm into her cunt, her jagged fingernails scraping painfully against her slick pussy walls, his palm resting against her furry mound.
In a moment she felt a pain that seemed to take her breath away. He was pressing against her cherry again, pushing two fingers up against the thin, tiny membrane.
Julie screamed again, closing her eyes while a throbbing agony ached through her head. Matt laughed, pressing in again. And then in a moment his fingers tore into her body, ripping past the membrane and digging into the musky depths of Julie's young cunt.
"Yaghghghhhhhh!"
For a moment she thought she would pass out. Bright lights exploded behind her eyes. Julie clawed at the floor, biting and kicking at Matt and Jack, wanting to kill them with her bare hands. They had caused her so much pain and humiliation.
"Man, it's somethin' else to find a bitch still a virgin. Guess they still got 'em around," Matt said, looking at his fingers, then wiping them clean against his pants.
Julie's body jerked and convulsed as she tried to jerk away from these two men holding her. Her flat belly ground against the floor, her tits pillowing between her body and the concrete while the men continued to paw her.
"She tight down there?"
"Like a drum," Matt answered, spreading her asscheeks once more, then hooking his fingers around her hipbones and drawing her ass up in the air. "I'm gonna go in. She's gonna be work, but she's gonna be worth the ride."
Julie squirmed as she felt him worming his fingers deeper into her cunthole. She cried on, jerking away, Jack holding her down with his powerful hands. Matt was meeting resistance all the way, but he still forced his fingers into her pussy-hole.
"Now, sit back and enjoy this," Matt said, leaning over and flicking his tongue into her ear. "You'll probably wind up enjoying this as much as I will."
Matt pushed her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide while both his thumbs stroked her dripping cuntlips. The movement of his fingers caused Julie's overheated cunt to start lubing up, the slick liquid mixing with the blood.
She sobbed and begged them to stop, her tears flowing. Her mind reeled with fear and shame as she knew she would have to live with this all her life. Slowly, very slowly she felt her sodden cuntlips being spread apart again. The fleshy, fur-edged lips were pulled wide open, the cool air blowing against her heated cunt walls, making her cunt muscles spasm achingly.
"Oh God, God, God...." Julie prayed as she felt herself being fucked by that long finger.
Matt continued his maddening tickle against the growing nub of her sexual nerve center. Julie groaned long and loud, sounds coming from deep in her throat as his working finger found its way along the smooth length of her fuck slit. She prayed again as she felt Matt getting a better grip on her.
"Hold her tighter," Matt instructed Jack.
He lanced his middle finger all the way in, moving it around and around. Julie let out another low, soft moan while her warm thighs closed on his wrist. Matt smild. He was working her up, changing her from an unwilling victim into a participant in her own rape. He liked that, liked it a lot.
"She's starting to loosen up and enjoy this. See, baby, I told you, you'd dig it."
Julie wept, sobbing with shame.
Her tight, unused cunt passage was slowly enlarging, getting wetter as the man's dirty finger snaked around inside her. A weird sense of joy possessed her as the pain decreased.
Julie worked her hips from left to right, not caring now what these men thought of her. It didn't matter. She just cared that the good feeling in her pussy continued for a long, long time.
"Oh, nice, ohhhhh...."
"She's sure changed her tune a lot," Matt remarked, steadying himself over her.
Julie's knees hurt as she crouched there like a dog, ready for Matt's prick. She couldn't protest any longer. She was exhausted, her body hurting from all the punching and pinching. What was the use? They were going to fuck her. Jack had already stuck his prick in her mouth and nearly came in her throat!
Gritting her teeth, Julie knew she would have to endure this pain and degradation. She would get back at them, she swore. But for now, there was nothing to do but feel Matt's prick rubbing up against her cunt, sliding up over her ass while his fingers clawed and scraped at her flesh cruelly.
Matt was going out of control, leaving long red and purple marks on her ass and thighs as he kept dragging his fingernails over her flesh. When he tried pushing his cock in and Julie's cunt refused to yield, he reached forward with one hand, gathering her hair in a tangled knot and pulling back as hard as he could.
"Yaghghhhhh!"
Julie's head snapped back while her cunt instinctively winked shut, then sprang open. It was what the stud was waiting for.
Julie shuddered as the boring mass of his stiffened cock bored into her pussy, fucking its way deeper and deeper into her. Julie let out another scream, her body shaking as if someone were beating her. Her legs slid apart, jerked back together by Matt. She could hear him grunting behind her, puffing and wheezing as he shoved more and more of his prick into her.
"Aghghghghhhhh!"
Julie twisted her head around, crying out, hot tears spring from her eyes as the pain in her scalp matched the agony in her cunt. Shock waves of pure agony slammed into her again and again as she felt her cunt being stretched. It felt so weird, so totally encompassing. The throbs inside her body kept her conscious even though she wanted desperately to faint. When she tried squirming away, Matt jerked her by the hair and kept her in place.
Matt shook the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily as he drew back, then leaned forward over her once again and pushed down. There was a heavy contraction, one that nearly closed her cunt.
Matt reared back like a stallion, raising one hand and bringing it down hard against her ass. When Julie still refused to relax, he brought his hand back again, backhanding the girl, his knuckles leaving long red marks on her ass-cheeks. In a moment Julie's ass was red once more, the heat searing through her and making her shiver and shake.
He leaned forward once again, putting the full weight of his muscled body on her ass. It was more than the teen could take. She shrieked, feeling as if Matt were tearing her right down the middle. She felt as if she were being knifed all the way up to her constricting throat. The giant pole of flesh and muscle lodged inside her felt immense-as if it would tear her to pieces. The girl couldn't believe her cunt could contain that much cockmeat and still not be ruined by it.
"Nooooo! Take it out! Oh, oh, take it out! Oh, it's hurting me!"
The hot fucking of Matt's cock felt as if it would finally touch the back of her throat. Julie's body began to shiver and shudder with each powerful fuckstroke. He kept slapping at her, hitting her head with one hand while pushing his cock into her with the other.
Julie felt his prick sliding all the way in her. Writhing without hope, agonizing to the pressure of the hot pain, she thought his prick would tear the membranes right out of her. She flexed her cunt muscles tightly, trying to force out that horrid thing. But nothing would make it go away.
Matt still held her down, straining, sliding his pulsating cock in until Julie felt every ridge of his prick.
"Ohhhhh, God, God!"
She was gasping and sobbing, taking in a deep breath and holding it until her eyes swam as she felt his prick stretch her cunt. Matt shot in again, pushing all the way in until his balls flattened against her. She groaned, still holding her breath, feeling his hard prick slowly pull out. He was easing it back, back, back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. And when Julie finally thought he was going to take it out mercifully, he started shoving it back into her.
"Uhhhhh ... huhhhhhh!"
Julie knelt there, feeling the chugging sensation of his cock sliding back and forth into her cunt, making her open her mouth each time Matt slid his prick all the way up into her pussy. She clenched her eyes tightly shut once more, her groans growing softer, more muted as Matt developed a steady rhythm and fucked her into the floor.
"Man ... ohhhh, baby, nice ass, hot ass, tight ass," he muttered, shaking more sweat off his head.
"Hey, man, you ain't gonna be the only one down there with that bitch. It's gonna be the two of us. She digs it, I bet."
"Ohhhhh!"
Jack grabbed her by the hair, jerking her face up and rubbing it against her cunt. Julie could fight no more. Like a zombie, she opened her mouth, feeling Jack's cock slide over her pouty lower lip, then push in until the dribbling head was brushing up against her tonsils.
Jack was mouth-fucking her, sliding his prick back and forth, revolving it around and around while grunting obscenities at her. She could taste it now, taste the bleachy flavor of his jizz while Matt continued to fuck her pussy as hard as he could.
She knew instinctively that Matt was close to cumming. She could hear his raspy breathing and the catch in his breath as he hammered home deep into her. His hands wiggled up and down the flatness of her belly, his fingers stretching toward her nipples. And then he was touching them, fucking her cunt as hard as he could while pinching her nipples until Julie thought he would tear them from her tits! Matt squeezed her tits, rolling them like peas until Julie thought she would scream out of her mind.
"Fuck her, man! Fuck her and pull them tits!" Jack groaned, drawing his prick out, only to slam it back into her throat.
Julie coughed and gagged, her vision swimming in front of her while Jack's awful cock shot back and forth in her mouth. Spittle frothed around her lips while her jaws ached from being pried open so far. Jack was muttering something, hitting her again and again, then pulling back. He paused for a moment, then slammed his cock all the way in, his fingers nearly crushing her skull while he fed her the spraying load of his balls.
"Hnnuhfhhfhfhfffff!" Julie gagged once more, fearing she would vomit on his cock as more and more of the hot, stringy load spattered the insides of her sucking mouth. There was an odd thrill to doing this with a man, feeling his cock jumping around between the roof of her mouth and her tongue while the head of his prick was shooting wad after wad of cum!
Julie swallowed, then swallowed again, feeling the hot white slime oozing down her throat. She moved her head, trying to pull away. But Jack wanted her lips tight around his cock for a little while longer, sliding his flaccid prick back and forth, then finally letting it drop from her lower lip.
Julie turned her head and spat once again, concentrating now on the hot, burning sensation roasting her clit.
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhhh!" she cried after each fuck-thrust.
"Yeah, come on, bitch! Come on! Back it into me! Get that ass up high!" Matt pounded his cock even faster, feeling the white jizz boiling in his swinging balls.
Julie knew he was ready to blow right now. She prayed God that he would be able to hold back just long enough for her to reach her own satisfaction.
"Yeah, yeahhhh...." Matt gasped.
Julie was too far gone to do anything except lay back and let him fuck her. With harsh, kneading hands, Matt gripped her tits and squeezed and kneaded them, twisting them around and around until Julie let out more howls of pain. She gasped and moaned, her knees sliding painfully over the floor. But she could also feel the delight of being fucked, of having a cock jammed into her cunt until she could think of nothing else but that cock and what horrid delight it was causing her.
With another howl, the girl felt herself going mad with sensation. Soon she was going to explode. Soon she was going to feel his steaming cock spew in her cunt just the way that other cock had spattered her mouth with jizz. She felt Matt's hands gripping her asscheeks tightly, squeezing, kneading, pulling and tugging at her flesh. Then, wild with excitement, he used his forefinger and slid into her asscrack, digging brutally into the tiny pucker of her winking asshole.
"Nooooo!" Julie screamed.
He shoved his finger in up to the second joint, moving it around and around until Julie thought he was going to fuck her in there next. She howled with lust, sighing and gasping. Because now she wanted more and more, so much more.
It felt too good for him to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with lascivious need while her asscheeks ground up hard against him.
"Huhhhhhh!" she groaned.
It was going to happen now!
She felt him shoving another finger up her shitter, pounding it in like two horrid nails, driving her bowel walls apart while his cock slammed wildly into her cunt. At one point Julie feared his prick would slip out of her cunt just as she felt that white-hot itchy/achy moment of madness settle over her brain. But Matt was too experienced, keeping his prick hammering against her clit again and again until she finally went off.
Matt groaned.
He was doing it! He was cumming in her cunt, spraying her hole with his jizz. She felt his slaps against the backs of her thighs, feeling him leaning over her and holding her down as she squirmed helplessly against him.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" Julie gasped.
It was a pleasure so delightful that it hurt! Julie felt her cunt muscles clamping down on the shooting hunk of his cock, squeezing it greedily, milking it while more of the squirmy liquid blasted into her pussy. It was enough to make her cry out with delight and joy, pushing her over the edge.
Julie bit her lower lip until she tasted blood, bobbing her ass up and down, then from side to side. It was happening! She was cumming, feeling the pincers of her climax starting to make her explode.
She screamed loudly, her cries bouncing off the gray cinderblock walls as she came and came and came. One loud bellow blended in with the other, her shrieks and cries mixing with Matt's groans. Her shouts sent wild sensations shooting through Matt's prick and he came again, draping himself over the panting girl and holding her hard.
Julie screeched and groaned, finally collapsing to the floor in a sobbing heap. They had done it to her. And now she loathed them for doing this to her!
"Man, oh man! This number's gonna be so fuckin' hot she's gonna burn off half the dicks in the place by the time she gets through."
"Uhhhh ... oh god, God, what've you done to me? What...."
"Just what you wanted, little slut. You wanted it all baby, and that's just what you got ... all of it right up the cunt. Now get up," Matt said, standing above her and pulling his trousers up over his hips.
Julie choked back her tears, straightening her shoulders and rising from the floor. She stumbled, leaning heavily against Jack. The room was spinning all around her. It felt so difficult for her to breathe!
She put one hand to her throat, concentrating on taking breaths. She would be fine. She would be all right. All she had to do was just relax, just stay calm. The jizz oozed from her fucked-open cunt slit, trickling down her inner thighs and making her curl her toes until they cramped.
She pulled away from Jack, realizing he was rubbing his finger over her ass.
"Acting a little stand-offish, considering you were pumpin' that ass up and down, beggin' for more dick," Matt said, zipping up. "Now, get dressed. We gotta show you your cell. Then you get a chance to talk to the matron."
CHAPTER THREE
"So, I understand you want to see me?"
Julie shuffled her feet, her fingers toying with the coarse gray wool that passed for her gown. It had been three days since her brutal rape in the inspection room. She had been pushed from room to room until she didn't know which end was up. They had searched her time and time again for weapons and valuables. She and four other girls had been herded into a shower room and hit with heavy blasts of water. They had screamed and screeched as the leering guards continued to play the cold water on them, knocking the girls to the floor.
When the hoses had finally stopped, the girls were taken into another room where the guards-some female, some male-searched her cunt.
Julie caught sight of Matt and Jack more than once at the proceedings. They were whispering to their friends, watching as she was paraded naked through the line and patted on the ass more than once as if she were community property.
Now she stood in front of the matron, feeling as if she were being imprisoned here for murder.
Mrs. Elizabeth Thatcher-or so the name plate stated on her large desk-was studying Julie's file.
"I ... I was raped the other day," Julie said hesitantly, cringing as she heard herself say those awful words.
"Oh? Here, I suppose?"
Julie was dumbfounded. Mrs. Thatcher acted as if that sort of thing happened every day. She steadied herself against the back of a chair, facing the head matron.
"They beat me and raped me," Julie clarified, her fingers clutching the back of the chair while she licked her dry lips nervously.
"I see. Who's they?" Julie hesitated. If she named the guards, wouldn't they come after her in the night and do even worse things to her? She had seen things like that in the movies, people bent on revenge and getting it.
"The guards ... two of them," she said, her courage failing. "Do you have their names?" Mrs. Thatcher was tapping the end of her pencil thoughtfully against the top of the desk, her brown eyes focusing in on Julie.
Julie thought about the two guards-Matt and Jack. She was about to say their names, but her voice failed her. She shook her head negatively, feeling like a fool.
"Well, there's little I can do about that if I don't have names. Things like that happen here, though not too often. Now, I see you're in here for two months, on probation for being an incorrigible. Well, the courts are certainly giving us people we never would have seen years ago." Mrs. Thatcher took off her brown-rimmed glasses and rubbed her nose. "Your mother refused to take you back and recommended we evaluate you here-as to discipline, et cetera."
Mrs. Thatcher closed Julie's file, folding her thin fingers in front of her. She looked up at the teen.
Julie shivered. She could have sworn it was the same sort of look Matt had given her just before he'd knocked her down to the floor and raped her.
"I ... I don't understand."
"No, I guess you don't. But, you will, I assure you that. Here, follow me," she said, rising from behind her desk and walking in front of Julie.
The girl followed, wanting to ask so many questions. Why were there so many male guards here? Didn't Mrs. Thatcher realize these men were intimidating to the girls? She saw the way the other girls walked around-slinking against the wall, cringing whenever one of the male guards approached them.
"We've devised a series of tests," Mrs. Thatcher began, stepping through the doorway and indicating with a wriggle of the finger for Julie to follow her down the hall.
The tall, fat matron who had escorted her to the office had begun to follow as well. But Elizabeth waved her off.
"We're in the starting process now, of course. The courts are sending people like you here, and we're used to a more hardened kind of girl. However, we're learning quickly-as I hope you will. After all," Mrs. Thatcher cautioned, turning down a narrow corridor and fishing for her keyring, "your freedom depends on my evaluation."
Julie felt her heart sinking. She had hoped to find a compassionate woman. At least, she thought, the head matron would have listened to her story. But there was something about the way she carried herself that let Julie know there would be no mercy here.
Suddenly a door from the left opened and a tall brunette of about Julie's age stepped out. A matron was with her, nodding a greeting to Mrs. Thatcher.
"Julie. This is Kathy. She came with you," Mrs. Thatcher explained, searching for the right key and finding it.
"Hi."
"Hi," Kathy replied.
Julie remembered the shower room, the blasting cold water, the sight of Kathy skittering across the floor, her blonde hair tangled around her throat while one of the gaurds sent a spray up between her long thighs into her cunt.
Julie wanted to speak, but Mrs. Thatcher was already pulling her away.
"You'll talk to her later, no doubt. Follow me, dear."
Elizabeth led Julie down a third corridor, this one leading from the smaller one at an angle. They were going down as if on a ramp, the air growing colder and damper. Julie raised her hands, rubbing her fingers briskly along her goose-fleshed upper arms while a noticeable draft made her coarse gown rustle against her thighs.
Mrs. Thatcher stopped in front of one door, inserting the key and turning the knob. "Inside."
Julie walked into the darkness, feeling a musky sensation cover her like a clammy skin. All sorts of fearful thoughts raced through the poor girl's mind as she stood there alone in the dark.
Something from behind grabbed her by the throat, pressing against her windpipe and dragging her backward.
Julie tried to scream, but the thing choking her prevented her from breathing. She struggled wildly, her legs flailing, her feet slipping out from under her while her hands shot up. She curled her fingers around what felt like a strap, digging her fingernails into the soft, polished surface.
She could hear the heavy panting behind her, dragging her farther back into the dark. She struggled, bright lights popping in front of her bulging eyes while her tongue wagged out from her mouth. Her nostrils flared, her flesh tingling as her lungs nearly burst from lack of air.
"Uhhhhhh!" Julie gasped.
She was being strapped into something. For a moment Julie was too confused, too disoriented to figure out what was going on.
Someone had taken her hands and cuffed them together tightly behind her back. She straightened up, tilting her chin up a little and finding now she could inhale. She gasped in air, feeling better in a few moments.
The room was brighter now. Someone had snapped on a dim light overhead. When she blinked her eyes clear, Julie was shocked to find it was Mrs. Thatcher who had obviously come behind her and done that.
"You show some promise, dear. You didn't scream and cry like others have, even with the gag around their throat. I even had one girl urinate on my hand. I assure you, I don't like that sort of thing."
Julie was about to speak but thought better of it.
Mrs. Thatcher was looking around, reaching forward and pulling Julie after her. The girl followed her, realizing a collar of some sort had been slipped around her throat and buckled tightly around the back of her neck. It pinched her flesh, but she didn't dare complain.
"Now, that's right, just raise your legs and slip them in there. You can sit on this stool to do it," Mrs. Thatcher said, pushing a three-legged stool toward her.
Julie looked in front of her and saw what appeared to be a pillory, two sets of holes cut into the wood.
Elizabeth was opening the lower set now, indicating with a nod of the head for Julie to follow her instructions. Reluctantly the girl complied, slipping her legs in, then sliding forward until they were three-quarters of the way through the holes.
Elizabeth closed the pillory, moving behind Julie and adjusting the stool for the moment. Then with a quick movement she pulled it away, leaving Julie's ass hanging in mid-air.
Julie panicked, feeling her asshole winking open and shut with terror. She thought she would tumble backward. But the pillory had large supports that balanced her movements. She hung there, her shoulders aching from the awkward position that her hands were bound in, and her ass bobbed and down in mid-air.
"Good, very, very good." Elizabeth was reaching up now, pulling something down toward Julie.
The girl could hear the steady squeaks of wheels above her. Tilting up her head once again, Julie saw a long small-linked chain dangling inches above her.
"This will teach you to keep straight and erect, I think. I'm attaching this to your collar," Elizabeth said, adjusting the chain with several turns of a nearby ratchet until Julie felt the collar once again pulling on her neck.
Julie swallowed hard, whimpering while jerking her head up to keep the collar from choking her.
Elizabeth stopped, locking the ratchet. "There. I think that's about right. If you make too many sudden moves, you'll of course cut off the air to your lungs. You don't want to do that, do you, dear? You probably had an idea of what can happen when that occurs."
Julie swallowed again. She didn't make a move.
"Good again. I thought you were a girl of common sense," she said brightly, pulling on the chain, then moving away for the moment.
Julie curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty-damp palms. Her thighs were starting to hurt her now as she felt the splintery wood cutting into her flesh. Her ass was sagging down while her shoulders ached more than ever!
There were shuffling sounds behind her.
Not daring to turn her head for fear of choking herself even more, Julie waited and was shocked to find Mrs. Thatcher stark naked except for a pair of black thigh-high leather boots and two rings clamped to her stiffened nipples. Through the black cuntal thicket of her pussy hair, Julie could see the tell-tale glistening of an aroused cunt. Julie's heart sank to the floor.
"Now, then, we'll start your discipline program. It's all up to you, Julie," Mrs. Thatcher said. "Now, I've got another stool, although this one is far from being as comfortable as the other. Or, you might find it different."
Julie heard soft scraping to her right. Rolling her eyes down, she saw a stool-but this one had a long metal tube sticking from it. Looking at it more closely, Julie saw that the tube resembled a man's prick! She gasped, her eyes bulging with fear.
"No! Oh, no, no, don't ... don't try to do anything with me with ... with that!"
"I won't. It will be your decision, dear. Everything here's going to be your decision from now on," Elizabeth said.
When Julie felt the cold touch of the dildo, she jerked her ass up. With a supreme effort, she managed to keep her cunt away from the probing thing.
Elizabeth smiled, adjusting the stool so the dildo would be just under Julie's pussy.
"Now, you can slide down on that dildo and satisfy yourself, or keep yourself suspended like that-with a good deal of effort on your part. I might add that as you sink down, you'll be tugging on that chain attached to your collar. You know what that can do."
Sweat began dripping under her arms and over her full, pouting tits as Julie struggled to keep herself suspended in the air. Every muscle in her legs and arms cramped over painful knots while Mrs. Thatcher was busy doing something below.
"And, to make this more interesting, I've attached a small wire to the dildo below you. It's not much," she said with a shrug. "Certainly, not enough to kill you. But, it's enough to let you know it's there."
Julie rolled her eyes down again and saw that there indeed was a wire leading to a small gray box. A tiny window in the front of the transformer displayed a small needle that pulsed. Tiny beads of perspiration dotted her creased forehead as Julie strained to keep her ass away from the power.
"To make things more interesting, I've decided you'll suck my cunt," Elizabeth said, pulling a small wooden ladder up to the side of the stool and climbing to the top until her pussy was even with Julie's mouth.
Julie drew her head away as best she could, the collar pinching her neck once more.
"You'll come around, dear, especially when you've had a chance to taste the kiss of the cattle prod."
Elizabeth produced a large black wand with a metal tip, two small prongs sticking out from the top. When switched on, a tiny arc of electricity jumped from one to the other.
Julie could smell Mrs. Thatcher's cunt-the hot, pungent aroma that was doing something to her own pussy. She squirmed uncomfortably, her wrists digging against the metal cuffs cutting into her flesh.
Slowly Elizabeth brought the prod down, down to the girl's nipple. Julie shivered, her arms bulging with tensed muscles while her legs shuddered against the restraining pillory. She took a deep breath and held it, the action making her tits stand out even more. She sat there very still, not daring to move.
Elizabeth threw out her hips and pushed her cunt into the girl's face. When Julie still refused to stick out her tongue, the woman brought the tip of the prod to within an inch of her nipple. Terror flooded through the blonde teen as she felt the current prickling her flesh.
But the heat and current from the prod were starting to do something to her nipple. Her flesh was starting to hurt. But deep down inside, Julie was feeling something else. She was sensing excitement, an excitement she knew was forbidden.
"Yaghghghhhhhh!"
Mrs. Thatcher brushed the sparking tip across her nipple, the current singeing the brown, stiff flesh of her tit and making her relax just for a second. That brief moment, however, was enough to lower her ass and slip her cunt over the dildo.
Julie bucked, her spine stiffening until she thought the bones in her back would shatter. The current from the dildo sparked through her pussy, making her cunt muscles stiffen and contract around the cold steel. She squirmed and yelled, lurching forward, then sinking farther down onto the warm, buzzing thing. It was only when Julie was nearly one quarter of the way down that she realized the collar was pressing against her windpipe, making breathing impossible.
Fighting through the rush of emotions flowing through her, Julie moved upward, sliding forward and pulling herself free of the steel prick and the collar choking her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Good, very good. Now, suck my cunt."
Julie struggled, knowing that it was wrong. But the alternative was, she thought, unthinkable.
Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue tentatively and wriggled the tip around the top of Mrs. Thatcher's cunt, touching her clit, then slipping it into the hot, steamy hole.
Elizabeth responded immediately with a satisfied sigh, her body rocking from side to side while she nearly dropped the prod to the floor. Throwing one arm around the girl, Elizabeth drew Julie's head hard against her pussy, rubbing her lips and nose up into her juicing cunt.
When Julie protested, screaming and pulling away, Elizabeth brought the prod down to the girl's thighs, touching first the right, then the left, finally drawing the horrid thing back up to both nipples.
"Eaghghghhh ... eaghghhghhhhh!" Julie thought someone was tearing her nipples off with cruel, sharpened teeth.
She bucked back, again sinking down onto the dildo, fucking herself with the buzzing thing, feeling that delicious hot, stinging feeling rush through her pussy. And again the collar squeezed tightly around her throat, choking off the air while she bounced up and down on the steel prick.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No, ohhh ... uhhhh ... don't touch me with that thing again!"
Elizabeth had just brought the cattle prod down to Julie's shivering white ass, touching the live end to her shitter. The girl thought she would shit on herself. Her muscles contracted and spasmed uncontrollably while her body bounced up, then jerked back down against the protruding electrified dildo under her.
It was becoming more and more difficult for Julie to figure out what to do. As she sank onto the steel dick, the leather collar choked her, making her fear that she would strangle herself.
"Then suck my pussy! Oh yes, yes! Put that sweet tongue in there and wiggle it around!"
Julie had already done that countless times already. She could taste that strange flavor of Mrs. Thatcher's cunt-juice as it coated her mouth and made her swallow many times. She felt the tiny bumps and folds and hollows of the older woman's pussy with her tongue, licking the super-sensitive areas and almost feeling something like accomplishment as she made the matron beg for more. The wiry hairs tickled her nostrils as she leaned a little more to one side, careful not to tighten the leather band choking her.
Once more Julie felt her cunt sliding down on the dildo, the current sparking from the thing making her pussy muscles tighten like a wet fist around the cold object. Julie felt her thighs tingling and itching, tightening as she began to determine just how far down she could slip without causing herself any danger around her throat. Soon Julie began moving up and down in a fucking movement, tilting her hips forward just enough so her clit began to receive a steady electric pulse from the dildo.
"That's good, Julie. You're learning quickly," Mrs. Thatcher gasped, noticing what so the girl was doing.
Julie moaned, drawing her tongue lightly around the woman's tense cuntlips, then darting it in all the way, twisting it around and around until she thought Mrs. Thatcher was going to come apart.
"Mmmmmfmmfmfffft!" Julie groaned into the woman's cunt.
The cuffs bit into her wrists, chafing them while the flowing perspiration made the injured areas sting. Her thighs were still trapped by the pillory, the muscles ridging hard as she sank down onto the dildo.
Squawking, Julie forced her body up, feeling the leather cutting into her windpipe. And all the time there was that cattle prod, that horrid thing stinging her flesh, tearing at her nipples, then sparking along her inner thighs toward her cunt.
Mrs. Thatcher was touching the girl's butt with the prod, laughing as Julie cried out in pain and jerked her ass up several inches. She kept crying out even though Mrs. Thatcher's furry hot cunt prevented her from screaming.
"Yes, yes, that's it, my little pet. Cum with me," she whispered, tapping the prod lightly against Julie's lower back.
What was so odd was that Julie was ready to cum. She bobbed up and down, feeling the steel dildo rubbing against her itching pussy flesh more easily as more and more juice streamed from her cunt. The buzzing electricity from the thing ravaging her cunt didn't hurt her any longer. Mrs. Thatcher had been right. There was only pleasure now, a forbidden pleasure that was taking her breath away.
Julie twisted, forcing the leather collar to choke her a little. Even that sensation was doing something to her. Julie felt as if she were teetering on some dangerous edge as she rose and fell on the dildo, getting hotter with each passing second. Her tongue flicked into the woman's cunt faster and faster.
Julie could tell Mrs. Thatcher was so very close to climax. More juice slicked from her hole, wetting down her lips and cheeks. The matron hugged Julie tightly to her crotch and moaned. "Oooooooooh!"
Julie could feel Elizabeth's cunt spasming now, jerking and twitching as if there were electricity rushing through her pussy. Julie liked that feeling. She felt the blood boiling in her veins while her ears rang with the hot pleasure scalding her. She bounced more frantically, her head jerking back with each downward thrust as the leather collar tightened around her.
Julie was going to cum. She was going to cum this way! Her mouth made wet sucking noises as she slicked her tongue up and down on Elizabeth's swollen, red cuntmeat. And when she touched the woman's clit, Elizabeth threw her head back and started to shiver, nearly falling from the ladder onto the floor.
Julie felt the pressure in her cunt was incredible. She moaned against Mrs. Thatcher's cunt, that groan sending delightful vibrations through the head matron's cunt.
Julie couldn't stop now if a bomb had crashed through the ceiling.
She was going crazy, moaning passionately against that hot cunt as the woman came violently.
Mrs. Thatcher brought the rod down on Julie's nipples, sending sparks of current blasting through the girl's tits. The added sensation only made Julie's cunt that much hotter and tighter against the dildo. She bounced wildly, her tits flopping against one another, her body swaying and bobbing as she felt her climax spiraling upward.
"Iiiiiiii!" Julie squealed, her hips going wild.
She bounced up and down, feeling that dildo bang up against her cunt walls, sending more shivers of delight rushing through her. Her orgasm peaked like a thunderbolt, shooting through her, making her slide down onto the dildo nearly all the way.
Something in her prevented the teen from doing that as she nearly forgot about the choking collar. Sobbing, not being able to feel the steel prick raping her all the way, Julie came and came and came, the pillory rocking as the wild movements of her body nearly tipped it over.
Then she started to come down, slowly drifting back to reality until her body was relaxing and glowing. Again the collar tightened around her throat, threatening to snap her neck.
With some effort, Mrs. Thatcher climbed down from the ladder and unhooked the chain attached to the leather band around Julie's throat. With a gasp of relief, Julie sagged down, feeling the dildo push through the dark pink squirmy tissues of her cunt, the head nearly touching her womb.
Julie panted heavily, wanting more and yet wanting only to be let go and sent back to her room. She sagged forward, resting her forehead against the top of the pillory. How good it was to feel that hard thing in her pussy. And yet the shame and wonder of what she had done made her young mind reel.
"You've done well, Julie. You should be proud of yourself," Mrs. Thatcher began, her voice taking on the official tone now.
Julie watched as the woman removed her boots and tit rings, putting away the cattle prod, then dressing once again in her white clinic outfit. She marveled at the woman. No one would have guessed from her outward appearance what she really was into.
Quickly Mrs. Thatcher removed the collar, then took off the cuffs binding Julie's wrists together. For that the teen was grateful. She brought her arms forward, rubbing her injured wrists together and licking them. The dildo was still in her cunt, still caressing the rumbling walls of her hot, drooling cunt. Getting off the thing was the most difficult thing in her life, she thought, rolling forward and raising her ass up while Elizabeth pulled the stool out from under her.
In a moment she was on her feet, released from the pillory and wondering what would happen to her next.
"Slip back into your gown. We'll go to your next place of study," Elizabeth said with a small, thin smile.
Pulling on the robe quickly, Julie shuffled out of the room. She kept her head down, watching the white high-heeled shoes in front of her clack against the yellow polished tile floor.
Mrs. Thatcher went on about a few things-about discipline, about her training. Her voice was cool but firm. In a moment Julie felt a strong grip against her cool, firm flesh. She almost cried out, but she bit her tongue and remained silent.
"In here. You'll see some of your ... eh, classmates here."
It was large room. Widely spaced posts rose from the floor to the ceiling. Against one of them to her right, Julie saw a naked girl tightly bound. It was Kathy.
There were other girls securely bound to the pillars. They were all the ones she had seen earlier in the week either at the court or on the bus on the way to this place.
Julie cringed in sympathy with them all, knowing she was about to join them.
In a moment Julie felt herself being stripped once more, her gown raised over her head, rubbing scratchily over her sore tits.
Mrs. Thatcher thrust her against the pillar and told her to stand there erect. More eyes were directed toward her, the girls studying her.
Julie shivered, the cool air in the room making her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. She felt her back pressing against the cold white pillar, her feet flat against the floor, her hands behind her.
Mrs. Thatcher returned shortly and proved more than adequate to the task of binding her. Half-inch line was drawn under Julie's armpits, up over her shoulders, crossed behind her, then knotted tightly. Julie's shoulders were wrenched back so that the cord bit deep and burned into her flesh each time she breathed. The line also made her tits stand out.
Mrs. Thatcher grabbed Julie's hands and pulled them tight behind the post where she looped a thinner line in a figure-eight fashion, fastening it finally in a double slipknot. The rope burned the chafed area and made tears well up in Julie's eyes. "Uh!"
"No complaining now. You can't believe what I can do to a whiner."
Julie bit her lower lip, feeling that spirit of revolt well up in her. She had to fight it down. That's what had gotten her into so much trouble in the first place. Her mother had washed her hands of her. She would have to prove to these people she was submissive, docile.
Mrs. Thatcher bent down, tying Julie's ankles to either side of the post. She cinched the rope tight, making the girl cry out in pain.
Julie snapped her head back, cracking her skull against the wood. How uncomfortable she was! She twisted her fingers around against the restraining rope, wishing she could rip it from the post with her bare hands. She never thought something could hurt this badly just by being there.
"Now, you'll stay here and talk to the others if you wish. I have other things to do. You'll be sent for," Elizabeth said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder, then slipping away from the room.
"Nasty old bitch!" Kathy hissed after the door had closed.
"Lesbo slut!" another girl called out.
"Whore!" shouted a third.
"What's happening around here?" Julie wailed, looking plaintively at the others tied to the posts.
One girl laughed while Kathy shot her a questioning look.
"After what you've probably been through so far, you don't know?"
Julie blushed to the roots of her hair.
"She's square," a tall, thin redhead said with a sneer.
"But she's not stupid," Kathy said, smiling weakly. "This is Thatcher's private whorehouse-hers and some of the studs they've got hanging around here. Some of the other girls around here are too tough to fool around with."
"Yeah, the ones in C-block."
"But then the courts started sending in vanilla cases-that's what Thatcher calls us. I mean, we're in here for small stuff. Our parents can't handle us, or we drink too much, or something like that. We're easy targets for someone like Thatcher." Kathy stared off into space for a moment. "So she's got us where she wants us. I don't think anybody would believe the stories we could tell about her and her pals. Most of us just wanna get out of here and away from her, understand?"
Julie nodded, remembering the dildo, the cattle prod, the wristcuffs. And now she and the others were bound hand and foot, strapped to these pillars naked, and left waiting. But for what? That was the worst part, Julie thought, squirming and wriggling painfully in the bonds.
Standing there for what seemed like hours, Julie found herself sagging against her bonds. The rope creased her flesh. All her muscles ached. But her arms and legs were the worst, and now her muscles were starting to cramp up painfully.
Julie twisted around, gritting her teeth as the line around her wrists dug agonizingly into the pink, chafed areas. There was no way to move that was comfortable.
Another hour passed.
The girls were breathing heavily now, not one of them wanting to talk.
Mrs. Thatcher finally appeared, followed by three matrons who seemed more like robots than humans.
"Good. I can see you girls are ready to be released. That's fine. We'll take you one by one."
It felt so good to be free of those poles that Julie didn't question where she was going. She and the others, still naked, followed Mrs. Thatcher like little puppies.
They were being led down service corridors, away from the main flow of traffic. No one would see them, she guessed, as they made their way through the building to another room. "In here."
Julie looked around as she stepped into the area. The only furnishings appeared to be a few large wooden packing cases. The sides of them were open and barred.
To Julie, who shuddered at the cases, they looked like cages. The tops were opened.
Julie drew away and found herself backing into Kathy.
"Step in, Julie. You too, Kathy. This will be a holding cell for you ... for a while."
Julie and Kathy eyed the cages with obvious dislike. They seemed far too small to hold someone.
"I-I can't step in. It's too small," Kathy complained, drawing back.
"Stupid!" Elizabeth snapped. She took her reluctant victim by the right arm and jerked her forward. "Just sit on the edge, then lift your feet over and in. It's so easy, dear. See?"
Even though Kathy grumbled and grunted, she did what Mrs. Thatcher demanded. The woman had shoved Kathy down into a sitting position roughly, banging her head against the bars.
Julie didn't want to go through the same ordeal. She moved quickly to the cage, sitting on the edge and doing exactly what Mrs.
Thatcher wanted. She sat down, hugging her knees. Her head stayed above the level of the top. Surely she wouldn't be forced to put her head between her legs so that she would be squeezed into a ball.
Mrs. Thatcher was busy with what appeared to be the lid. Julie now saw that the top edge of the cage had a flanged groove. Behind her, she realized was a half circle into which she was fitting snugly.
She watched as Elizabeth fitted the lid into the groove and slid it up to the length of the cage toward her captive's throat. The lid also had a small half circle which completed the holding of her victim's neck. She slid the cover home over Kathy's neck, snapping it securely.
Kathy wriggled her head from side to side. She looked like some animal about to be shipped to market. Julie nearly laughed at the sight, then realized she too would be in the same position in a moment. Suddenly the sight was far from amusing. She trembled, her mind revolting at what was going to happen to her.
"Now then," Mrs. Thatcher said, smiling at her victims, "I'll be in to fetch you when I'm ready."
She left the room, slamming the door behind her. "Bitch!"
"No! She'll just come back and hurt us worse," Julie cautioned, fearing the woman's wrath would fall on her as well.
"I don't care. She raped me, and those others too! They pass us around like whores," Kathy said, tears starting to rush down her flushed cheeks. "I'd like to see the expression on the judge's face if he could see us now."
Kathy laughed bitterly, shaking her head from side to side while trying to find a comfortable position in the box.
"I'd like to lock the judge's ass up in one of these cages for a while and see what he thinks of this damned evaluation!"
Julie was about to beg Kathy to stop complaining when the door opened.
Instead of Mrs. Thatcher standing there, however, Matt appeared, his full-framed figure filling the doorway.
Both girls shuddered, their eyes rounding with fear. Kathy, it appeared, had also dealt with this maniac.
He swaggered over to Kathy and chucked her under the chin, laughing as she tried to draw back her head. But the box prevented her from moving her head away.
Turning, Matt saw Julie, and his face brightened.
"Well, little Miss Hot Box. I see you're getting the full treatment. That's good," he said, rubbing his crotch in memory. "You're gonna come with me now."
"No, no!"
The thought of leaving the safety of this room, no matter how uncomfortable, terrified Julie. At least here she was safe, with other women. But with Matt ... the thought made her hair crinkle with terror.
Matt was unfastening the box, opening the top, pulling her from the cramped quarters. It took some time for Julie to straighten her body out. She had been crouched in that bent-over position for nearly two hours.
Matt waited, studying her, looking at her full ass, her large tits, her blonde cuntal thicket.
"You won't get away with this! I swear, you won't!" Julie cried.
Matt shook his head, taking Julie by the elbow and pushing her out through the doorway.
Julie tried to fight down the terror knifing at her heart.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What is this?"
The tying had been bad enough. But at least there had been no beatings, no more electricity, no more rapes. Now things seemed to be changing.
They were once again below the first floor in what appeared to be a series of small rooms. This one was cold, making Julie throw her hands around her naked body and fold one leg over the other protectively. She shuddered, her fingernails scratching her flesh as she stared at the odd-looking table in front of her. The room was very small, so tiny she could nearly touch both walls by stretching her arms from her sides.
Matt shoved her in, telling her to sit on the small bench in front of her.
When Julie turned around, she noticed small cuffs hanging from either wall, attached to two small stakes by thick-linked chains.
"Lie down."
Julie thought he was joking. The bench wasn't nearly long enough for her entire body to rest on it. When she hesitated, Matt jerked out one hand, gripping her hair and pulling her into a prone position.
The suddenness of the pain made her scream, her legs kicking out as she slammed against the wooden top. She nearly fell to the floor, struggling with Matt who was pinning her down.
Looking up, Julie could see the cruelty shining in his eyes, and she knew there was something dreadful going on in his mind. She swallowed hard, feeling the splintery wood pinching her back, making her feel terribly uncomfortable as Matt towered over her.
"Now, shut up." Matt knocked her arms down to her sides, lowering them until they were touching the cold floor.
There were straps on the legs of the bench, leather straps that fit snugly around Julie's wrists and kept her hands from doing any damage.
When Matt took her ankles, she struggled a bit more, jerking her legs back, wanting to kick him in the face. Restraining that urge, Julie let herself relax as he, stretched first the right, then the left leg to either wall. In a moment she found her legs stretched to a degree she never would have thought possible. It seemed as if his eyes were riveted on the blonde triangle of hair between her thighs.
She felt him tightening the cuffs around her ankles, pulling the chains more tightly until she thought he was trying to tear her legs from her hips.
"Oh, please, no, no!" she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
Matt tested the tension of the girl's taut thighs and legs thoughtfully. Then, brushing aside the hair bushing around her cunt, he stuck one finger up into her cunt, jabbing around until Julie let out another cry.
"Damned slut! Can't keep your fuckin' mouth shut, huh?"
Matt disappeared for a moment, coming back with what happened to be a red rubber ball. Two long black leather straps dangled from it, a buckle attached to one of them. Leaning over her, Matt forced Julie's mouth open, shoving the filthy latex thing between her teeth, then pulling the straps taut around her skull before fastening them behind her head.
Julie squawked, pushing her tongue against the ball while biting down. She tried to force it out of her mouth, but it was wedged in too tightly. There was nothing she could do but swallow to keep the spit from drowning her.
Matt drew back, satisfied that he had gagged her adequately, then he went back to jabbing his finger in and out of her cunthole. He was enjoying this, Julie could see. His eyes glowed as he finger-fucked her, raising his hand up a little and touching her clit with his jagged thumbnail at times. Julie squirmed against that touch, her legs shivering, her thighs ridging as she responded to his raping fingers against her will. It was when she was hunching against him that Matt pulled out, bringing his finger to his nose and sniffing loudly.
"Yeah, good hot pussy. Man, there's a hot little cunt for you," he said with a gasp, licking the slick digit. "There's plenty for you to do in this room, baby. I'm gonna put you through some paces. Let's see just how you come outta it."
Julie bit down on the ball once more, jerking her arms against the restraints until she thought she could feel something pop in her shoulder. The cuffs were chafing her ankles cruelly as she struggled against the chains and herself.
Matt reached back, pulling out a small handle of something in one hand. When he touched a silver button to one side, Julie saw that it was a switchblade, the cutting end at least six inches and gleaming under the single white lightbulb overhead. She cringed, becoming silent, beads of sweat dotting her forehead once again. She was shaking with terror, turning her head and not daring to look at him.
Matt was licked his lips as he tested the blade with one finger, then he brought it down flat against her nipple.
Julie shivered, her mouth opening as widely as it could. Still, the rubber ballgag prevented her from crying out. She moaned, her fingers working against one another as she heard Matt breathing a little harder.
He was sliding the knife down now, down past her sternum, turning it so the cutting edge of the blade was pressed lightly against her flesh. Julie's eyes rounded, her head snapping around against her will. She had to see what was going on, no matter what.
Julie watched that blade leave a tiny white nicking trail against her tanned tit-flesh, meandering in tiny circles around her belly, passing her cunt, going down her legs. She wanted to weep, but she knew the slightest move would put the knife-tip through her flesh.
He was going back to her cunt. Julie's pussy sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outer lines of her cunt-lips. The soft, wet vulnerability of the area terrified her. She bit down on the ball, her face wrinkling into a mask of concentration. Her eyelids fluttered as a pulse of terror leaped through her throat.
Matt pulled the knife away.
Julie sighed with relief, noticing now the discomfort of her ass as she rested precariously at the edge of this stool. She began working her ass around as best she could to find an impossible comfortable spot when a shocking chill froze the center of her cunt.
Matt was pressing the flat of the blade against her wet cunt slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her outer cuntlips.
Julie couldn't believe the sensation! She cried out, nearly choking on the gag as she writhed against her restraining chains. Against her will, she felt her cuntlips clamping down on the chilled emptiness, the razor-sharp edges of the blade slitting her pussylips.
Matt was carefully rocking the knife, pressing the tip hard against her clit. Julie gasped. The pressure on her clit made a shock nearly as sharp as the knife itself. She arched her back, feeling the chains tugging painfully at her body.
"Yeah, a fuckin' slut, a fuckin' slut from a family of 'em, I'll bet. Bet your old lady goes out on your dad, makin' some extra bucks on her back."
The continued touch and chill of the blade sent streamers of incredible delight through the terrified girl. Julie slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cuntlips. The stinging cuntjuice dribbling down across the wounds made her clit swell. To her horror, Julie found a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her crotch, making her pant like a dog in heat.
"No, no, nooofffff!"
Looking up through her glazed eyes, Julie saw Matt had already taken his prick from his pants and was stroking it hard, rubbing his free hand around the bloated meat while still playing with her cunt. And now he used the tip of the blade to pierce her clit. The searing pain was inseparable from the thrill of the direct clit-touch. It was all too heady for Julie as she writhed on the bench, her ankles nearly bleeding from the chafing.
"Ohhhhhh!"
How her cuntlips burned, feeling as if Matt had set fire to them. Her head throbbed with confusion as the notion of her danger made her cuntjuice flow faster and faster. Julie could feel the rising warmth of her aroused heat on her cheeks, her tits, her belly. The fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the fear of Matt made her excitement wind even higher.
"Mmmmmm!" Julie moaned.
Matt dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove down to the edge of the girl's cunt-mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes of sensation from her clit slackened. The fear of having her cunt carved up made a wet, shivering lust explode deep in the girl's belly, taking away her breath several times.
Julie bit down hard on the ball, trying to regain some control over her emotions. But Julie found it was nearly impossible. She felt the tip of the knife slipping around the rim of her cunt, then move past the puckered ring of her shitter. She wanted to hide from this man, tuck herself away from his eyes, from that awful knife teasing her in that dreadful way. But the restraints held, the chains clanking against one another, as Julie twisted.
"Fuckin' bench is gettin' in the way," Matt muttered, drawing back, then kicking it to one side.
Julie screamed through the gag, the chains rattling, then drawing hard against her legs. Her body was twisted around, her wrists still bound to the rear legs of the overturned bench. She thought her spine had been broken from the awkward position Matt had her in now.
He crouched down once more, bringing the kinfe around to her cunt, then stabbing around the rim of her asshole. Julie gasped with the shock. The pin-prick stabs forced the rubbery brown ring of her asshole inward, threatening to break the skin. The same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a spicy meal hit her again, rising deep in her guts. For an instant, she let herself imagine how it would feel if Matt were to fuck her in the asshole.
"Ohhh, baby, that's right, that's real good!" he moaned.
Matt was panting heavily now, jacking at his prick. Julie blinked her eyes clear, watching, as his fist moved on his thick, long slippery cockshaft faster and faster. He was poking the tip of the knife into he puffy outer edges of her cuntlips, then back into her ass.
Julie groaned, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and shoving her asscheeks at him as best she could. She thought her arms were going to break while her knees and hip joints throbbed agonizingly.
The cuts were like tiny fires in the flesh of her pussy. The entire area between her thighs blazed with heat and the stinging pain. Julie's nervous, aroused sweat trickled into her wounds, making them burn and itch. She felt the oily, slippery perspiration rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.
"Bitch! You'd love to watch it, wouldn't you? You're one of those kinds who like to watch what's happenin' to her, right?"
Matt brought the knife back up to her nipples, nicking them, making the large, brown rubbery nubs throb with the same kind of spicy intensity as her cunt. juiie twisted, feeling herself spinning around and around. When she felt the cold steel against her throat, she was sure he would cut her open.
But Matt had other plans for her. She felt the blind stabs of his prick against her cunt. The large, meaty head of his prick was slithering into the slippery crack between her cuntlips. The drops of pre-cum on his prickhead set the wound in her clit on fire.
Julie had a little more freedom in moving her ass and thighs around, now that the bench had been overturned. She knew she was hurting herself. She knew the cuffs were probably cutting into her wrists and ankles. But at this point, the only thing she could think of was her cunt and the hot, itchy fire burning through it into her ravaged body.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!"
It felt as if his fucking would tear her cunt into pieces. He was driving that hunk of his cock deep into her now, his prick slipping into her cunthole like a greased finger. The heavy, fear-driven flow of her juice made Julie's tender walls slippery for the invading prick.
Once Matt got his cock halfway into her dripping cunt-hole, he let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tit mounds. His fingers dug into her tits, kneading them, pinching her nipples that had just been ravaged by that knife. Julie felt an aching lust throbbing through them, telegraphing even more lust into her tormented cunt.
How she loathed this man on top of her. The tied-back position made her feel degraded even more.
"Fuck baby, baby! Fuck it back! You can do it, even tied up like that."
She whimpered through the gag, blinking the tears from her eyes.
Julie tried to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts and feelings building up in her. She tried to clench her cunt muscles tight enough to stop his driving fuck.
Matt twisted her nipples viciously, biting down into her shoulder, wanting to tear the flesh from her writhing body.
Julie sobbed, the bruising fingers on her nipples making every ounce of her tits ache. She wished he would tear the aroused tips off her tits. That would stop the fierce heat they were telegraphing to her cunt right now.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, fuck it out! Move that butt, move it real nice!"
The bite on the side of her neck made Julie throw her head from side to side. She tried jerking her ass away from the big man. But the bench kept her hands from moving too much, while her legs were still stretched widely apart, the cuffs refusing to give one inch.
Matt's belly slapping against her crotch. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her clit. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a little cut or a sensitive nerve-ending. The itching, burning sensation in her pussy and ass drove her crazy.
Julie shoved back against that prick as best she could, her ass weaving and swiveling.
Matt's fingernails clawed at the sensitive rims of her nipples. Julie grunted and sobbed with the pain. The combination of the stretching in her cunt and the gouging, tearing agony around her nipples made her writhe. All she wanted was to have those feelings increase until the swelling, spinning knot of hot tension in her belly swept over her.
Julie wriggled her tongue against the ball, biting down hard, wanting to swallow it at times as she felt Matt clawing at her. The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more.
Matt dropped down and bit on her nipples, chomping the nub, then raising the heavy tit up while the nipple was still in his mouth.
That drove Julie wild, making her scream through the rubber ball gag. She growled, the whirling knot of lust in her crotch ready to explode. She hated the excitement, the cock and the hands that had caused it.
"Yeah, come on, baby! Gonna dump it in you! Gonna dump my .'oad in you! Fuck! You're so damned hot you're gonna burn off my dick!"
His taunts were the needed spice to push her over the edge. Julie had tried to hold off, but now she couldn't care less. The immense blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew and grew. She could hear the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of his belly on her crotch.
With just a little more time, she knew he was going to shoot off in her. How excited her cunt seemed, nearly as hot and hard as the cockshaft drilling into her pussy. The tension in her cunt built and built, clamping tighter on his cock.
Julie had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her being was focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning cock in her guts.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Julie knew she was just a moment from that wonderful release. Her cunt clamped tight.
Matt responded with a savage jab, his cockhead banging against her womb.
"Ahhhhh!" Julie groaned.
Then it happened.
A blast of cum fire hosed into her pussy, filling her up, shattering her solid resolve.
Julie gasped, nearly swallowing that ball a second time while her cuntwalls crashed in on his cock. The first massive fuckjolt of her climax shattered her completely. Her hips jerked, her ankles tugging at the straps while her arm; jerked against the overturned bench.
She was cumming, screaming around the gag while she writhed and kicked on the floor. The terrifying impact of her cum ripped from her cunt, making Julie feel it in her nipples, her belly, her toes. She sobbed, knowing that the spurting, jabbing gut-spraying prickshaft was still fucking.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...."
Her cunt was betraying her yet again, milking more and more cum from his swinging balls instead of pulling away from that shooting prick.
Matt smiled, slapping her ass with both hands, then slowly pulling his prickmeat from her.
"You're gonna do real fine here, Julie, fine. I can see that now."
While he slipped his cock back into his trousers, Julie closed her eyes in defeat. There was nothing, nothing she could do to stop this rush of madness. It would, she guessed, only get worse.
CHAPTER SIX
Three days passed after her ordeal with Matt in the narrow chamber.
For a while Julie began to think a regular routine had begun. Up at dawn, she and the others showered without speaking, matrons discouraging conversations of any kind as they soaped their bodies and quickly toweled dry. Julie stole glances at two or three of the girls who had eyed her sympathetically earlier in the large room where they were all roped to the pillars. She saw black and blue marks. On another, the unmistakable gashes of a whip glowed against her whitish skin. None of them had to say a word. The awful marks told the story.
After washing up, they were pushed into a grim-looking cafeteria where what passed for breakfast was slopped into a tin tray. They ate quietly, then broke into small groups-some in a kind of occupational therapy, others in various classes, still others escorted away mysteriously.
Julie knew where they were going, and she trembled, wondering when she would be called on next.
It happened on the fourth day.
She was trying to keep her attention focused on a world history class, taught poorly by a heavy-set matron when the classroom door opened and Mrs. Thatcher poked her head in. Immediately her eyes lighted on Julie. The girl could feel her gaze burning through her clothes. She squirmed in her chair, not daring to raise her gaze from the small bluebook she was scribbling in.
"Yes, that one over there," Mrs. Thatcher said in a low voice, pointing her finger at Julie. Julie felt as if the world were falling away, exposing her terribly. She pushed away from the desk, standing quietly, then moved toward the doorway. The matron stopped her teaching for a moment, resuming her droning when Julie stepped from the classroom.
"Good. You know when I'm calling for you. That's a special talent, dear. Now, follow me."
Julie could almost taste the pungent flavor of Elizabeth Thatcher's cunt against her lips once again as she followed with shuffling footsteps behind the tall woman.
They walked for some distance down the corridors, passing several girls escorted by matrons who pushed them several times between the shoulders as if to remind them to walk more quickly.
New arrivals, Julie thought, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another as she realized her cunt was warming and tightening to the thought of another session with Mrs. Thatcher.
"Here. In here."
Julie felt her fingers turning to ice as she waited for the head matron to open the door. Stepping inside, she paused, her eyes focused on two large crosses, one draped over the other. At the head and end of the upper crosspiece were medium-sized cuffs, the familiar silver-colored buckles hanging open at the moment.
Julie backed away, wheeling around and trying to duck under Mrs. Thatcher's spread arms. She failed, feeling an open hand slap her hard across the face, then grab her by the shoulder and push her down.
Julie crumpled to the floor with a loud cry, her knee hurting her terribly as she skidded across the concrete and banging her head against one of the crosspieces of the crucifix.
"No, please, that's ... that's unholy," she whispered, the hair standing up on the back of her neck.
"Holiness doesn't play a role here. Now, you'll please remove your clothes and get on the cross. Remove them," Mrs. Thatcher said with an edge to her voice, "or I'll tear them from you myself."
Julie knew she should have known better than to disobey Mrs. Thatcher. Hurriedly she stepped from the coarse gown, kicking it to one side, then stepping gingerly toward the cross. She hesitated for a moment, wondering what to do.
Then, remembering all those old Biblical pictures, Julie lay down on her ass, falling back while spreading her arms out to either side of her body. She wriggled her ass, feeling the hard wood pressing up into her sweaty asscrack. It was a vulnerable feeling that coursed through her veins as Mrs. Thatcher bound her ankles, one over the other, to the foot of the cross, cinching the rope painfully until it once again was rubbing against the chafed areas.
Julie winced, her forehead wrinkling while she frowned.
"There," Mrs. Thatcher said, wiping her hands on her thighs and looking down with a smile. "I'll take care of your wrists ... like so," she said almost motherly, pulling the straps tight over her wrists and buckling them quickly.
Julie found she could move her shoulders a little without causing the restraints to tug too much. Her hair fanned out around her shoulders, several strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Turning her head to the side, Julie saw Mrs. Thatcher leaving the room for a moment, leaving the door open.
There were some scuffling sounds outside followed by angry voices. She recognized Matt's voice rumbling into the room followed by a small, whining voice. There were slaps and more cries. Then a petite redhead shot into the room, propelled it seemed by a booster rocket. The girl crumpled to the floor, her hands in front of her face, her legs kicking out.
Matt followed, stomping one foot on the girl's reddened ass and wriggling his toe into her asshole. The teen shrieked, her hands slapping back while she crawled forward, heading toward Julie. When she saw Julie strapped to the crucifix, she stopped, transfixed with horror.
"Oh no, no!" she moaned, shaking her head from side to side in disbelief.
"This is Joan. I was going to use Kathy, but I thought one of the new arrivals might be more fun. Joan, it seems, has yet to enjoy an orientation class-just like you had with several of us," Mrs. Thatcher explained with a smug smile. "Tie her up!"
"No!"
Joan fought with a ferocity that surprised Julie, using her fists to beat at Matt while kicking back at the big man. He laughed at first, then slapped her with both hands, knocking her head from side to side until the girl finally slumped with a groan to the floor.
Matt moved quickly, carrying her to the second cross and laying her carefully onto the wood. Stretching her arms out, he buckled her wrists to the crosspiece, then bound her feet tightly to the foot with several pieces of half-inch line.
When Joan came to, she looked down at the way she was stretched on the cross, her eyes bulging with horror. Arching her spine, Joan tried to pull herself from the restraints, the leather straps cutting into her wrists while her flesh reddened from the effort.
Julie found the sight exciting in spite of the sympathy she felt for the groaning girl.
"Now, put one on top of the other, just as I had explained before."
Matt grunted with the effort, lifting Joan's crucifix and dragging it forward, letting it fall to the floor once and jarring a scream of pain and fear from the redhead.
"Careful. I don't want her bones broken," Mrs. Thatcher cautioned.
Matt swore under his breath, lifting the cross once again and dragging it until he had it even with Julie. Slowly he lowered it until Joan was pressing heavily against the young blonde.
Julie shivered, nearly crushed by the weight of the redhead and her crucifix, the girl's small tits pillowing against hers while her cunt rubbed excitingly against her own cunt. Julie could feel Joan's breath panting heavily against her cheek as she stared into those terrified eyes.
"Now, let's hook Joan up and draw her from the floor," Mrs. Thatcher ordered.
There was more shuffling as a long length of chain was affixed to the top and bottom of Joan's cross, the center of which was attached to another chain hanging down from the ceiling. More groans followed, and slowly Joan rose from Julie, her body sagging.
Matt stopped when the redhead was a foot above her newly found friend. Elizabeth moved quickly, producing three wires with pincers at either end, attaching them to Julie's nipples, then squeezing them shut on Joan's. The third connected both girls' cunts at a point just below their clits.
Joan blushed furiously, not being able to stare Julie in the face. Her tits hung down, pulling by gravity, her nipples distended by the cruel snaps.
"I've been interested to see what someone would do when they're connected this way and ... stimulated."
Julie was going to open her mouth and whisper some encouragement to Joan when she saw Matt wheel over that familiar gray box, that awful transformer box that meant pain and that odd excitement which followed.
Joan sobbed, shaking the tears from her eyes, looking curiously at the transformer and generator the big stud had pushed toward them. It was already on, the steady hum drawing another shiver from the blonde teen.
"What ... what are they going to do to us?" Joan stammered.
"It doesn't matter. Just don't let them get to you. It's better that way," Julie said, feeling somehow more mature and experienced, almost motherly toward the sobbing teen hanging above her.
Matt attached two wires-one to the two pincers attached to both girls' nipples, one to their cunts. He stepped back, his fingers on the main dial while Mrs. Thatcher stood by the generator. With a nod, she signaled Matt to begin.
"Ah!" Joan stiffened, her eyes opening wide in surprise as the first hot, buzzing jolt of electricity pinched through her nipples. Squirming up against the wood, she let out another cry.
Julie shivered, knowing her nipples were being gnawed by the pincers and stung by the current. Yet she was strangely excited by the fact that she was connected to this crying, helpless redhead above her. She stared into Joan's eyes, eyes that showed only fear and horror. Her cunt began to cream, the hot juice bubbling from her fuckhole and slicking down the tangled blonde thicket between her thighs.
When Matt increased the current, Julie could feel her thigh muscles convulsing, tightening, until they cramped and her toes began to tingle.
When Joan began jerking as if she were having a fit, the added tug of the wires against Julie's blood-swollen nipples made her sigh with delight.
"What's happening here? Oh ... ohhhhh, God, what are they doing to us?" Joan screamed, banging her head against the cross.
Julie wanted to say something. But another hot rush of current stole the breath from her lungs. She felt as if someone had punched her in the belly. Her diaphragm began to spasm, choking the oxygen from her windpipe while her bones began to throb against her joints. She was jerking regularly against the cross now, her nipples alternately burning and chilling while her clit felt as if someone were dropping acid drop by drop on the tip.
She could feel the mixture of cuntjuice and sweat rolling down her tensed thighs, gathering in her asscrack and greasing down her asshole. Looking up, she saw Joan's eyes glazing over, then rolling up in her head while her lips began to turn purple. The current was almost killing, she thought, the electricity flowing from one to the other, burning their flesh until Julie thought she could smell the acrid aroma of burning skin.
Julie thrashed against the cross, her arms knotting up into cramped muscles while her mouth tore open in an obscene scream. Another jolt, this one feeling as if her skull were shattering to pieces. She snapped her head wildly.
The air was filled with both girls' cries as the wires holding them together swayed back and forth. Joan's cross was moving from side to side, the weight making the overhead chain groan with a threatening sound.
Matt was switching the dial up all the way now, looking on as the girls shivered together. Julie thought she was making love to Joan, fondling her body, feeling her cunt explode against hers much the same way she had felt when Mrs. Thatcher had tortured her.
The clamps dug cruelly into their flesh while sparks seemed to fly from one girl's cunt to the other. Julie felt herself cumming with an animal fury. She knocked the backs of her knees against the wood, splinters digging into her flesh while the ropes tore at her ankles. She wished she could embrace Joan now, hold her body and make wild love to her as she came and came and came. The image imprinted itself onto her reeling mind as the two girls took more current into their bodies. "Enough."
Reluctantly Matt switched the generator off. With a whine, the machine shut down, leaving both girls shivering against their crosses.
"Lower her. I'll take her back to her room. She's had enough for the day. She's going to have much to think about this evening," Mrs. Thatcher said as Matt lowered Joan against Julie, then slid the girl off.
Julie lay prone, jerking her head around, gasping with the relief of having satisfied herself in this ghastly way. She felt a golden glow wash over her as she watched them pull the restraints off Joan, then drag the girl half-conscious from the room.
Minutes passed.
For a while, Julie almost missed the cage that she and Kathy had been pushed into. At least for a while she had someone to talk to, to communicate her misery to while she suffered. Being alone had to be the worst punishment.
Matt returned, slamming the door behind him, staring down at Julie.
It was a familiar scene, Julie thought. He would rape her after inflicting pain and terror, and she would embrace him when everything in her moral sense told her to feel nothing but revulsion and fear.
"You're such a good teacher, Julie, we're going to use you to indoctrinate the others. The courts have been filling the buses with girls like you. We don't have time to give them individual training as you had. So, we'll have to settle for group therapy," he explained, removing the leather straps from her wrists, then pulling the pincers from her tits and cunt before untying the two ropes holding her ankles to the foot of the cross.
Julie sat up, putting her hands to her head to stop the spinning sensation. She nearly fell when she tried to stand, leaning heavily against Matt for support.
"Nice to know you like me," he said mockingly, pushing her away, then shoving her rudely through the door. "But that's for later. Right now, we've got work to do."
Julie gulped in air, doing her best to try and walk. The corridors they walked down were deserted, the faint humming sounds of the overhead fluorescent lights being the only sounds in the hall.
Julie thought they had to be walking again through some back passages, her feet hurting her as they turned again and again until they came to a large black wooden door.
Matt opened it. He gripped her shoulders, then gave her a push. When she stumbled in, she saw there were at least twenty young girls there, all naked, all looking like terrified mice.
Jack and several other male guards were present, all of them leering at the trembling young women. Mrs. Thatcher and the other female matrons were absent at this point, although Julie was sure they were nearby. She knew she would be tortured and tormented in front of these girls. They all looked up at her with surprise, their eyes widening when Matt moved behind her and gave her ass a hard pinch.
Julie squealed, turning around and slapping back at him.
"Now, walk in front of them, Julie. Go on, show them what a few sessions with me and the others can do to you. She was shy at first, but now she can't wait to put out," Matt said with a cruel, hard laugh.
He pushed her hard, forcing the girl to stumble and crash to the floor. When Julie tried to get up, he put one foot against her ass and kicked forward, sending her sprawling onto the cement, her arms flying out to either side of her, her chin striking the floor.
"Get up and march."
Julie felt like a whore. Standing, brushing the hair from her eyes, she stumbled along, noticing some of the male guards had walked up and were standing in front of the girls. Some of the girls turned their eyes away from her, ashamed over what was going on.
One guard reached out, grabbing her around the waist, then slapping her tits. Julie screamed, jerking back, hitting the guard hard across the hand. There were sounds of loud laughter as she turned and began to bolt for the door. But there was Matt standing behind her, pulling his belt from his pant loops and doubling it. He cracked it against one opened palm, threatening her as if he were holding a whip. Julie understood and turned back around, feeling confused and terribly naked in front of the girls and the guards.
"Ow!"
Matt brought the doubled belt down hard against her asscheeks, the black leather smacking dryly over the flesh and leaving a long red welt on her asscheek. She ran from him, her tits bobbing against one another while gooseflesh broke out on her body.
Another of the guards had also slipped his belt from his pants and lashed out against her, the leather coiling around her leg and biting savagely just below her knee.
Matt hit her between her shoulderblades with the doubled belt, then bringing the weapon back down against her ass. Julie felt there was nowhere she could turn without pain. Screaming, tears rushing down her face, she rushed from side to side, at times colliding with the screaming girls, at other times crashing into the guards. Julie felt a warm trickle on her thighs, and she knew she was pissing on herself, disgracing herself in front of the others.
"No, stop! Stop this!" Julie screamed, her hands stretched out in front of her as she spun around, not sure of which way to go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One of the new girls had tried to get away.
A tall brown-haired guard grabbed her by the hair, wheeling her around and around like a ball on a string, her arms flaying helplessly in front of her. Her screams blended in with the others, her eyes wild, her tits slapping against one another while the concrete floor made her feet slip.
When she tumbled to the ground, her knees scraping against the surface, she continued to shriek, covering her body as best she could with her thin arms. The guard kicked her cruelly in the stomach, sending her reeling.
"Stop this!" Julie shouted, but not expecting anyone to listen to her.
Two of the guards unzipped their trousers, getting their big cocks out. The girls shrank away from them, horrified at what they were seeing.
The sight of Julie rushing from side to side and the girl on the floor made their dicks stiffen.
In that moment Julie heard running behind her. It was Matt, one hand stretched in front of her. He grabbed her hair, pulling it back to slow her down. He was rasping something, tugging cruelly, tearing the hair from her scalp.
Julie moaned, her eyelids fluttering, her head jerking back, her neck muscles straining from the pull. He held her tight, gripping her hair even more savagely, then wrapping one arm around her and squeezing her nipples with one hand.
She screamed, her belly muscles knotting in a cramp. As she yelped, Matt dragged her back toward the door, rolling her nipple, then pulling and twisting it until Julie's face was red with the agony.
When he thought she could stand no more, he let go, pushing two fingers into her cunt and shoving them up to the second joint. This pushed her beyond the point of no return.
Julie found herself yelping with pleasure, grinding her hips hungrily against his raping fingers while shoving her ass up against his groin. While the guards gloated, she threw herself against him like the slut Matt had told her time and time again she was.
"Yeah, that's it. Show 'em just what you are," he gasped into her ear.
"No, no!"
Julie tried her best to throw off the big man, trying to regain control of her mind. But once more her body betrayed her, yielding to the savage animal behind her. He shoved his fingers in farther, making her feet snap up from the floor and her knees bent out.
When he shoved his hand in even farther, Julie felt herself lose all control, pissing on his fingers. Matt swore, pulling his hand away, then shoving it into her mouth. Gagging, she tried twisting her head away, tasting the foul salty piss on her tongue. But Matt's grip was far too strong. She thought about biting down, but then she remembered how cruel he could be, and she stood there, licking her own urine while feeling one knee stabbing into her lower back.
With a growl, Matt shoved her forward, kicking her in the ass and nearly upending Julie.
"That's it, Matt! Show her who's boss around here!" one of the guards shouted.
The girls were hysterical now, fearing one of them would be chosen to take Julie's place should she collapse.
"No, I won't! I won't do this any more!" Julie shouted in defiance, bending over and clenching her fists together, pressing them against her naked hips.
"You'll do as you're told!" To emphasize his point, he came up toward her, swaggering like an overseer about to discipline an unruly slave.
Julie saw that belt once more doubled in his right fist. Before she could react, he slapped her thighs hard with it, the leather leaving a long mark matching the ones on her ass. He struck her again, this time cocking his hand back farther and bringing the leather belt down at an angle. The edge cut savagely into her flesh, nearly breaking it with the force of that blow.
Julie squealed, jerking away, rubbing the injured spot rapidly with her fingers while trying to find some way out of this hellish circle.
"Come on, baby, come on and kiss the belt. Come on and kiss it for me," Matt cooed, crooking one finger and smiling at her.
"No!"
Panic overtook Julie as she crouched down like a cornered animal, her eyes wide opened, her senses alive to the slightest sound or touch while the girls cried more loudly for her and for themselves.
Wheeling around, she started for the door once more, stopping suddenly when Matt un-looped the belt and snapped it around her neck, grabbing both ends and pulling her back toward him.
"Uhhhhhh!" Julie gasped.
Bright yellow stars exploded behind her eyes as she felt the leather cutting off her air. She jerked her hands up, her fingers clutching wildly at the belt as she tried to dislodge it from her neck. It was impossible. The weapon was creasing her flesh, sinking into her neck and leaving a long, red mark. Her knees began to weaken, buckling, while her fingers scratched savagely at the choking belt.
Rolling her eyes around, Julie croaked out a cry for help, hoping one of the girls would come to her aid. No one came. The room became quiet suddenly, the only sound being her bare feet scraping over the floor and the choked, gagging sounds coming from her opened mouth.
"Bitch!" Matt released the belt, letting Julie collapse on the floor, whimpering for help again.
He swore at her, bringing the belt down again and again against her narrow shoulders until the teen thought he was going to flay the skin from her. Rolling onto her belly, Julie began crawling away, her nails chipping and shattering against the floor while the black leather belt smacked down again and again against her red-fleshed asscheeks. One particularly harsh blow ripped into her asshole, yanking the tiny opening out of shape while forcing the muscles into an uncontrollable spasm.
"Hey, man, she's a little nutty slut. She's shittin' all over herself!" He laughed.
The hot shit spurted from her asshole, spilling in a warm flow down her legs. Julie sobbed, glad that her blonde hair curtained her face so she could hide her shame, if only for an instant. She felt rage, frustration and shame at what this man was doing to her and how it was making her look. Everything she had ever felt and learned in this world, she thought, had been reduced to the lowest animal level. "Stop!"
It was Mrs. Thatcher's voice.
Julie collapsed onto the floor, her tears flowing while the sobs from the girls increased to a wail.
"And you all stop that as well!" Mrs. Thatcher snapped, clapping her hands together. "I won't have this kind of yelping in this room!"
Sniffling, the young girls bit their lips and did their best to control themselves.
Mrs. Thatcher walked briskly from a door at the far end of the room and moved to a guard named Hank, whispering something in his ear. Looking down, she frowned at Julie's shit-stained legs, pursing her lips in disgust, then moving to the opposite end of the room.
"Do you understand?"
Hank nodded. "Sure, Mrs. Thatcher. I mean, that's easy."
Julie rose once again, wishing she could sink into the deepest crack in the earth and just die. They wanted her to walk around again. Ignoring the stares from the girls, Julie did as she was told, walking slowly, looking at the guards, feeling a weird kind of power surging through her.
She made sure her tits danced and her ass wriggled.
The guards looked at her, then looked at Mrs. Thatcher, obviously thinking twice about doing anything to Julie now that the head matron was there.
Julie smiled, then stared angrily at Matt. Then, putting her hands on her hips, she smiled at all of them.
When one guard broke the circle and came up to her, grabbing her nipples and squeezing them as hard as he could, she screamed, bringing her hands up and scratching her nails across his face.
"Slut!" He threw her off, checking his face and chin for signs of blood.
Matt was on Julie in an instant, dragging her back, her heels dragging across the floor.
Julie struggled, her heart racing so hard that she thought it would explode. The guard dragged her back to the center of the room and let her fall on her back. Looking up, wiping the tears from her eyes, she saw him tapping that hated belt against his knee again.
Mrs. Thatcher nodded approvingly, folding her arms over one another. Matt snapped the belt, making the leather crackle and once more sending the girls off into a frenzy of moaning.
"No, oh no, oh no!" Julie wiggled away from Matt, watching him advance slowly toward her.
The other guards made the girls give way before the retreating Julie, giving her plenty of running room. This was what Mrs. Thatcher had obviously planned-a little late-afternoon entertainment as well as a lesson for the new arrivals.
Julie knew that as long as she kept out of Matt's reach she would be fine.
"Come here, baby, come here and let me teach you a few things about this belt."
Terror knifed through her, numbing her senses. She could hear the pounding of her own heart as she crawled away, her ass sliding over the slick floor, her cunt juicing while her clit seemed to be sputtering. She whimpered again, her cries growing louder as he approached.
"No, don't do this to me ... oh no, please, don't do this to me!"
The belt came down, curling around her neck like a boa constrictor, the force of the blow snapping her head to the side while the leather bit painfully into her flesh.
Julie screamed, her fingers once more curling around the weapon in an attempt to shake it off. Matt jerked the belt back, spinning her down to the ground like a top.
"Uhhhh ... oh God, help me! Sweet Jesus, please help me!"
Julie breathed faster, feeling as if she would strangle on her own breath. She felt someone pushing between her shoulderblades. It was Jack, the other guard who had helped in her initiation.
"Take her, Matt. Go on, man, fuck the shit outta her now, finish the bitch off in front of these little sluts," Jack encouraged.
Julie turned, seeing the belt come down full length across her belly. The leather smacked over her stomach, making her double up like a clam. Then she fell back to the floor when Matt backhanded her hard across the chin. Her skull cracked against the cement, her legs flying apart as he kicked her thighs open and pressed the toe of one boot against her cunt. She could feel the hard, cold dirty leather rubbing up against her slick pussy walls, then press in against her clit.
God! She was cumming, climaxing there in front of them while he was crushing her clit with his boot! Her face grew red while her mouth opened in awe.
Mrs. Thatcher smiled as Matt pressed in, then brought the belt down around her tits, lashing her nipples.
"No, nooooo!"
When he pulled his foot away, Julie rolled to one side, doubling up in a fetal position, bringing her hands down and squishing her fingers through the swampy mess of her cunt. Her fingers plowed between her cuntlips, the nails flailing at her clit, bringing out more and more of the stinging, achy sensations that made her body shiver.
Matt continued beating her, bringing the leather down around her ass-flesh, then he grunted and slapped the belt over her shitter once again. The hot agonizing pain shot through her like a bullet, making her pitch forward as if someone had touched her with one of those dreaded electric pincers once more.
Mrs. Thatcher shouted out something, and Matt dropped the belt. She could tell Julie was enjoying this far too much for her purposes. Besides, the girls surrounding them were getting out of hand. Some had fainted, while the others were sobbing too hard to watch closely what was happening.
"Now, you can see what's in store for you if you don't obey," Mrs. Thatcher announced.
"Now it's my turn again, slut," Matt growled.
Julie didn't blink an eye. Her pulse was rioting, having been cut off mid-way from a powerful orgasm. She watched him unzip his trousers, that cunt-killer of a cock springing out from between the teeth of his parted fly.
The girls gasped, then silence once more filled the room as Matt walked up to Julie.
Julie clenched her fingers, shaking her head. Horrible, awful feelings rushed through her. Looking up at Matt, Julie knew that he couldn't guess the things going through her mind now as she lay there, cringing under his gaze.
"Now's the time to fuck you. Now's the time to take care of that hot little pussy," he said, reaching down with his right hand and rubbing his prick.
He bent down toward her. She could see a wad of jizz already lodged in his piss-slit. He was ready now. All those delays had made his balls hurt with tension. Matt jerked down his pants, stepping from them before kicking them aside.
The girls started to moan again, their eyes wide as they watched what was happening.
Julie gasped. His cock looked so much bigger now than it had before. Backhanding her mouth, he knocked her flat to the floor, his knuckles bruising her cheeks and nearly knocking the teeth from her gums.
Julie fell against the floor, not bothering to get up. If he wanted to take her, he could fuck her like this ... flat down, like a dead animal.
"Get up!"
The second blow left a red palm print on her ass. The force of it turned her onto her side. "All the way over. That's the way you'll get it now."
He kicked her in the ribs, pushing her onto her belly. Julie screamed.
Matt was on top of her, his weight crushing her against the floor. She could feel his prick sliding up and down over her asscrack while he pressed his belt against the back of her neck, keeping her face flat against the floor. He was going to fuck her in the ass; she could feel the way his knees were pushing hers apart, his balls pillowing against the lower swell of her reddened ass.
Julie screamed, trying to jerk her hands free, trying to slide away from this savage man about to fuck her in the ass! She felt his hot, panting breath against the back of her neck while his meaty prickhead was sliding down into her ass-crack, pressing against her tight little sphincter.
Julie's legs kicked out, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. She fought to breathe, struggling to be rid of the crushing weight knocking the wind from her. Through the roaring in her head, she could hear the screams of the girls around her.
"No, nooo!"
Matt flailed at her, angling his prick against her shitter, then pressing down.
Julie thought someone was tearing out a fistful of her assguts! She cried out, jerking her head up, the cords sticking from her throat. She screamed once, pounding the floor with her fists. He was doing it, sliding his prickhead into her shitter! It felt as if her sphincter muscle was tearing while the agonizing pain radiated out to the curves of her asscheeks. She shivered, her toes curling until they cramped from the killing pain. The cold cement floor made the agony all that much worse. She tightened her ass, her asscheeks clenching like two fists while Matt's fists struck her skull.
"Loosen up, you little fuckin' slut! Come on, open that shitter and take it!"
Julie wept wildly, shaking her head, feeling as if he had dragged her down to the lowest human depths possible. He was hitting her so hard that there was little else she could do except submit. With a wail, she let herself relax. And, with a grunt of triumph, Matt shoved in, pressing his cock in halfway before her sphincter contracted once more in a spasm.
The girls around her fell silent, watching in mute horror and fascination as the big guard began working his cock in and out, in and out of her asshole. He rolled his hips against her ass, stirring his cock like a stiff spoon while reaching around with both hands and kneading her tits until she screamed in pain.
It was a hideous sight-Matt mounting her that way from behind, riding her into the floor, his knees pressing painfully into the backs of hers while his fingers squeezed her stiff little nipples greedily. Julie felt the obscene suction as he pulled back, dragging her assmeat with him. Then he pushed back hard, his fat long prick shoving aside her internal organs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while she felt his hands sliding down, down until his fingers were pinching her greasy, swollen cuntlips.
He knew what was going through her, and he was going to satisfy her with his hands!
Julie let her head fall back to the floor, the hair curtaining her lust-bloated face as his jagged fingernails ripped cruelly into her savaged cunt. Julie began working her cunt against those probing fingers, feeling them pinching her clit, tearing at the tiny organ while she was being drilled in the ass faster and faster. Her shitter burned, as if someone had smeared rubbing alcohol all over her asshole.
Instinct told Julie this was going to be a fuck that would be better than anything she had ever felt before. His groin slapped wetly against her asscheeks while his prick shot in and out of her clenching shitter. Just as she felt herself coming apart, Matt grabbed her throat, his fingers squeezing the air from her. She screamed, her eyes rolling back farther, her vision dimming as her cunt reached that razor-sharp edge, then blew to pieces.
He could have killed her at that point. Julie didn't care. All that mattered was the delight in having him fuck her that way. Mrs. Thatcher, the screaming girls, everything merged into one picture as Julie shouted, then fell unconscious under the still-fucking guard. in
CHAPTER EIGHT
Julie had no idea how long she had been unconscious. When she awakened, she found herself sprawled on the floor of a small room. She opened her eyes, at first not daring to move. Someone might be around, watching her, waiting for her to show the first signs of consciousness only to jump on her and torture her again.
Slowly she pushed herself up from the floor, feeling every muscle in her body ache. The uncomfortable achy feeling in her asshole reminded her that Matt had indeed fucked her in the ass that night. "Ooooooh."
Suddenly the girls' screams, Mrs. Thatcher's smug look-everything came back to her now in a rush, making her hide her face in her hands and moan. To be fucked in the ass like that, like some idiot whose only worth was being screwed! It was enough to make her want to run and hide somewhere. But the institution still held her in its grip. No court would listen to her. Her parents would certainly think she was ranting again, another piece of proof that she was incorrigible!
"Shut up, slut!" .
Julie stiffened, throwing her arms around her naked body.
But the voice had come from somewhere down the hall. There were sounds of slaps, then muffled cursing.
Julie rose from the floor, feeling a little unsteady at first, then bracing herself against the cold stone wall. There were no windows, no outlet to the outside. The girl had no idea where she was. It was starting to get very, very cold inside.
Turning, Julie surveyed her tiny cell and its low ceiling. For just an instant, she wanted to be free of all this, of Matt and all he stood for. But something was drawing her to them, something she couldn't understand yet. And that frightened her.
Sighing, she sat down, crossing her legs and noticing that several stone shards were pressing up against her cunt. It was horrid, she knew, but she was starting to feel aroused again.
Julie laughed sharply and bitterly. Matt and Mrs. Thatcher had indeed worked well on her, making her rut at the drop of a hat. She started to get up, but then the thought of that sensation brought her ass back down.
Lowering herself, Julie spread her cuntlips apart, gasping as the cold, sharp cement chips touched her pussylips. Her round ass flattened against the rough, cold floor. Wincing as the sliver bit into her cuntlips, she sighed as the jagged cold scratched her inner cunt muscles.
Julie liked that feeling. It was almost like getting fucked with Matt's fingers, she thought with a thin smile, remembering the way he had fingerfucked her pussy while screwing his cock deep into her ass.
"Ooooooooooh!"
Julie straightened her spine, wiggling her hips to position the spikes against her clit. She made contact. Gasping, the girl felt one jagged sliver, longer than the others, creasing her clit. She whipped her hips around again, lowering and raising her cunt, rubbing the splinter or whatever it was against her clit.
Julie beat her fleshy ass faster and faster against the floor, raping herself with that splinter. The squishy sound of her asscheeks against the cement filled the room, mixing with the pants of her uneven breathing.
Julie threw her head back, straightening her spine even more. Her slick clit felt as if it were going to throb free of her cunt! Her body began to glisten with perspiration as she worked her pussy into a lather, groaning, as if Matt or one of the guards were screwing her instead of that cement splinter.
Julie felt herself cumming.
"Ooooooooooh!"
Julie sat like that for what felt like an eternity, her cunt throbbing and jerking on the cement. Finally she fell back, drawing her hands lightly over her tits while folding one leg over the other and squeezing her cunt. She raised her ass, letting only the tip of the cement point fuck her cunt. She swung her ass from side to side, gouging every snug sensitive sex muscle. And now she lay exhausted in that tiny cell, wondering why she had been thrown in here instead of being dragged back to her tiny cell.
Julie closed her eyes, feeling the final throbs of her cum die away. Drawing her legs up to her tits, she cupped her hands around her knees, feeling the tears well up in her eyes.
She sobbed quietly, choking down her cries when she heard the sounds of footsteps pounding closer to the door. When it opened, Julie tried unsuccessfully to remain quiet-as if she were still unconscious. It didn't work. Mrs. Thatcher was far too wise to be fooled by her playing possum.
"Get up, Julie. That was quite a good show you put on for us ... as well as the others, of course," Mrs. Thatcher added, nudging Julie with the tip of her black shoe. "The girls certainly are very cooperative, fearing even worse things happening to them if they try to be recalcitrant. I'm glad you worked out. You're a good experiment, child. Now, we have more for you to do."
"Ohhhh, please, no ... haven't you done' enough to me?" Julie cried.
"I'm the judge of that," Mrs. Thatcher said stiffly, helping Julie to stand. "Besides, you have far more strength in you than you like to admit. In any case, you'll follow me."
Again Julie found herself walking the corridors of the institution, her shoulders slumping forward, her gait now a subservient shuffle. Now and then she looked up in the hopes of encountering someone. But the corridor was empty.
Mrs. Thatcher's firm ass pressed up against her tight-fitting white dress, and for one wicked instant, Julie wondered what those asscheeks would look like naked and striped with red whip marks.
"In here."
Julie stepped into the small room without hesitation. She had been far too used to having horrible things happening to her without questioning them any longer. And when she saw the simple barrel standing in the middle of the room, a small pile of green woolen blankets on the top, Julie thought nothing more of it.
Mrs. Thatcher signaled for her to climb on top. Julie did so, enjoying the warm, comfortable feel of the soft material against her naked ass. She let her feet dangle in front of her, banging her heels gently against the rough sides of the barrel. It was then she noticed several odd things hanging from the wall-bits, bridles, strips of leather, whips, a cat-o'-nine-tails.
She sighed, rubbing her arms.
"Now, then, slide forward a little farther. That's right, just like that. Bring your legs up. Don't be modest," Mrs. Thatcher chided, slapping her lightly across the face. "After your last display, I would think modesty would be your last worry."
Julie reddened, remembering having shit all over herself. Someone had cleaned her up, thank God, before being heaved into that dreadful little cell. Reluctantly she rolled back, careful not to fall from the teetering barrel. Drawing her legs back, she continued lifting them until they were widely spread, her knees nearly even with her nipples.
Julie didn't dare look around, hearing the woman rustling around for something. She felt cuffs slipping around her ankles, then slid up to her calves before they were cinched tightly.
Lifting her head a little, she saw the cuffs had a long leather strip on each. Mrs. Thatcher pulled these back, drawing them past her raised ass then down around the barrel, fastening them to a small eyehook drilled in the back of the wood.
When Julie tried to put her legs down, she discovered the leather strips made that little trick impossible.
"Now, for a little more."
The bit was next, an assemblage of leather and steel that frightened the girl more than the doubled belt that Matt had used to hurt her. She balked, especially when Mrs. Thatcher slipped the metal pieces into her mouth and pulled back, stretching her lips tightly against her teeth.
The matron pressed tightly, making Julie's teeth hurt. Julie finally gave in.
"Better," she said.
The metal bit cruelly into the stretched corners of her lips, forcing her mouth open as Mrs. Thatcher pulled the leather appendage around Julie's head and fastened it tightly. Julie tried to talk, but it was impossible.
Biting down on the cold metal, she swallowed carefully, fearing she would drown on her own spit.
There was one last thing, one last piece of chain that Mrs. Thatcher attached to the links and leather holding the bit in place. This she attached to the chain around Julie's neck, pulling it back and fixing it to the eyehook where the leather straps holding her legs up and out were attached.
Julie's head was pulled back, her hair falling back toward the floor while her neck hurt from the awkward position. Once again she was helpless, pinned in a hideous way.
"Now, we'll see just how much stretching you can take down there."
Again, more sounds, more clanking that made Julie shiver against the blankets.
The door opened once more. She could hear voices. Matt and Jack! They were standing over her, smirking at her while rubbing their pricks.
"Think she can take a little in the mouth while she's like that?" Jack asked.
"Sure. Give 'er a taste. That's what she's been achin' for," Matt said.
Jack was standing there, his Levi's half-opened, his prick straining against her lips. He had to be careful as he pushed his cock past the steel and leather holding her mouth open. There was little Julie could do. She had to accept the man's fat prick and start licking at it. Her mouth was pried open. She licked her lips as best she could, feeling her cheeks puffing out as he kept shoving his cock down into her throat.
When she started to cough violently, he pulled out, rubbing his prick against her lips.
Then he jacked off until the white hot spurts shot into her eyes, her nose, her hair. Julie felt as if she were being covered with a vile filth as Jack moaned happily above her.
"That's damned stupid!" Matt growled, hitting his friend on the shoulder. "Now you're good for shit for a while, and the little bitch's probably hotter 'n' a griddle iron."
"Couldn't help it. Just seeing her like that, all roped up with that bit in her mouth, drove me nuts!"
Suddenly Julie jerked her head up, trying to see what they were going to shove in her. She felt something terribly cold against her pussy, something that made her cunt muscles shiver and clamp shut. A warm licking sensation around her pussy made the difference.
With a sigh Julie felt her cunt muscles relaxing, and the thing slipped in. For a moment, she thought Matt might be fucking her.
She raised her head again and found to her horror that a long pink dildo had been inserted halfway into her cunt. Attached to it was a long plexiglass tube.
Once again, she thought she would have to endure electrocution. But this was different. The tube was plastic, bending at the center, attached to what appeared to be a vacuum cleaner.
"Now, then, we start. Matt, hold her firmly onto the barrel. I don't want her jumping off, although I doubt she could move very effectively anyway."
Matt put his big hands on her hips, pinning her down hard against the blankets while Mrs. Thatcher slipped the dildo in a few more inches.
Julie squinched her eyes shut, moaning through the bit, chomping on the steel while feeling hot saliva dribble back down her throat.
Mrs. Thatcher smiled. "Now, all you have to do is relax ... just as I told you to with all the other things."
Julie's knees were aching as they continued to draw back, rubbing against her tits. Julie felt the blanket scratching teasingly against her ass as someone screwed the dildo in a little farther, forcing the smooth plastic past her cunt mouth and deep into her pussy. Her cunt walls snugged up close against the invading plastic dick.
Julie waited. She could hear some machine being switched on. The low buzzing filled her ears. There was a twitching, then she felt the sensation that something huge was being driven up between her legs. Julie let out a sharp cry, her thighs flying apart, the leather straps stretching against her legs.
"No ... what's ... what's happening here?" she cried out, her eyes wide while she tried drawing her legs together. Again the restraints held, keeping her legs opened.
"Air, dear. It's a combination compressor and vacuum. You'll find it exciting, especially with all the leather and restraints on."
"No, no, I won't!"
She could feel her cunt expanding until it hurt. She puffed out her cheeks, trying to expel the horrid thing bulging in her cunt. Her body seemed to blow apart, her ribs expanding until they throbbed agonizingly against her sternum while her hipbones seemed to stretch. More air was pumped in, making her bloated cuntlips stretch thin, parting from one another.
Julie felt icy sensations shooting along her spine as she stared into Matt's glassy eyes. There was little happiness on his face as he made sure she was crammed more full of dildo and air than she had ever been filled with prick. Her tight pussy was stretching more and more painfully.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Julie bit down on the steel prying her jaws apart.
When a little more air shot into her hole, she screamed, writhing in agony as her membranes threatened to tear apart at any second.
That was the point when Matt turned the switch. In an instant the air was gone, Julie's stretched cunt walls collapsing against one another.
"Noooo...." Julie gasped.
The sudden contractions sent the girl spinning off into a harsh orgasm. She kicked out, biting down hard on the steel bit. The air pressure was replaced quickly by a vacuum that threatened to suck her insides out. It was too much. Julie shrieked again, clawing her fingers against the barrel as the suction increased.
"Again."
The air was back, blasting through her pussy like a hurricane. Julie arched her spine, biting on the bit until trickles of blood oozed down either side of her cheeks. The steel was sharp and painful. But the young girl didn't care about that. All she noticed was the alternate blowing and sucking tormenting her cunt.
"Matt. Turn on the alternator switch. That'll set up a regular pulse for her," Mrs. Thatcher ordered.
Julie knew in an instant what the woman was talking about. Three violent blasts of air expanded her cunt to its maximum size, followed by a rushing vacuum that deflated her until she thought her clit would be torn off. Then the blast followed once again, succeeded by the vacuum. It was something like getting fucked by the hardest, hugest cock in the world, only far more powerful.
She cried out, her screams blocked by the bit as her cunt was ravaged by the suction. Twisting her ass on the woolen blanket, nearly sliding off the barrel, Julie felt herself cumming again and again. It was hideous being roped like this, twisting her ass around and around, feeling the constant sharp edge of climax tweaking her clit. Cunt juice oozed and frothed from her slit, drying on her shivering white thighs as the vacuum continued to plague her pussy.
"She's had enough. Turn off the machine," Mrs. Thatcher ordered with a sweep of her hand.
"But...."
"You heard me. You'll kill her with that thing if you're not careful."
Reluctantly Matt turned off the buzzing device. Immediately the blasting and the suction stopped. But Julie kept on twisting around on the barrel, feeling her cunt gripping the dildo hard, her muscles stiff, cramped, keeping her climax frozen at a maddening high.
She screamed through the bit, loving the sound of the chains behind her, the feel of the leather restraint tugging at her thighs, at her legs.
Matt was sawing the dildo in and out, twisting it around like a giant screw, shoving it down until the rounded tip bounced against her womb. Once more she felt a series of cunt contractions tear through her pussy, driving her up the wall. She couldn't survive at this level. Surely she would die, collapse into a heap with this wild climax.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Once more the power of her cum smashed her to the floor, knocking her senseless as the dildo bobbed back and forth, jerked around by the spasms of her cumming cuntal muscles.
CHAPTER NINE
When Julie awoke, she felt as if her body were tied in some terrible position. Blinking her eyes open, she saw she was tied up once more. She was sagging downward, her thighs aching. She felt as if her asshole were splitting in two. Her arms had been stretched far in front of her, her bleeding wrists having been shoved through two large metal cuffs at the end of a workbench.
It was then that the girl realized her right leg had been pulled out from her body and up, the ankle roped to the fourth rung of a wooden ladder in what appeared to be an old fruit cellar. She had been hanging from that, her bound wrists and ankles keeping her torso from completely sagging to the floor.
Twisting her left foot around, she pushed upward, raising herself a bit and decreasing the pulling ache around her body. She panted heavily, her nerves shattered at having been jerked from her unconsciousness so rudely.
"Ooooooh!"
Julie stiffened. There was someone else in the dark room. Narrowing her eyes, the girl looked around as best she could and discovered Kathy hanging like a piece of meat in front of her.
"Kathy!"
The girl's body was whip-striped badly. Long red marks appeared on her belly, thighs and ass in crisscross fashion while black and blue marks glistened around her ribs. They had worked the poor girl over well, she thought, her legs shivering from the awkward position she was in. And now they hung her from the ceiling in what had to be one of Mrs. Thatcher's more interesting ways.
She was suspended by her right wrist, her feet at least two feet above the floor. The broad rope was cutting into her wrist, although the girl let out only soft moans every now and then. An anklet had been fastened around her right ankle and another around her left wrist. Kathy's leg had been bent back and fastened to her ankle with a single link. Now the weeping, whimpering girl hung from one wrist, her other wrist and the opposite ankle joined at her lower back. Her left foot hung there without any support.
"My God, what've they done to you?"
Kathy raised her head, shaking the loose hair from her face as she tried to smile.
"They beat me ... just like they beat you. Only they did this to me as well. Ohhh God, it hurts!"
Both of them had been trussed up in this obscene way for some reason-no doubt for Matt's and Jack's pleasure. She tried to think of something positive to say, some word of encouragement. But she couldn't.
"Who? Matt?"
"Who knows? Who cares? The whips are all the same. After a while, their faces look all the same."
Julie was silent. Kathy was right, of course. After a while it didn't matter who was kicking or browbeating them. It was the same-one man, one whip, one woman. They all blended together.
"No! Oh God, no, they're coming again! They never stop! They just don't stop!"
Kathy was screaming, jerking on her rope, the line twisting into her flesh while her free foot kicked and snapped from side to side. It was grotesque, but somehow beautiful in an odd way. And when the door creaked open and Jack stepped in, Julie was almost glad to see him.
"I'm tired of gettin' hind tit on this operation," he growled, kicking the door behind him.
Julie could see he was carrying a small blue box with several things rattling inside. More toys, she thought with dismay, watching him closely as he moved up to Kathy and reached up, making her body sway from side to side like a pendulum. The pulling weight nearly broke the teen's wristbones.
Kathy shouted and screamed, her legs straining against the bonds while sweat streaked her flushed face.
Jack put down the box, opening it and pulling out a cattle prod. Julie shook her head, watching as he switched it on and approached Kathy. She had felt the horrible touch of that thing, and she knew Kathy would surely faint at the pain.
"No, don't, don't hurt her! Oh God, hurt me, but not her!"
Jack moved behind Kathy, then brought the double-pronged instrument up against the girl's ass. Kathy screamed, her face blanching while her muscles knotted up against her bulging flesh. Her body danced up and down on the rope while her eyes rolled wildly in her head.
Julie turned away, feeling a little sick when she saw the girl's tongue wagging around uncontrollably around her lips. There was the smell of burning flesh in the air when Jack pulled the prod away, then he moved up to Kathy's cunt. She was already half out of it, her head sagging, a low moan escaping from her mouth.
Julie turned around again, seeing the blue-white arc of electricity as he approached the girl once more.
Kathy opened her eyes just in time to see the metal being pressed against an area just below her clit. She started to open her mouth to say something, her arms knotting up once more while her free foot swung around to kick at the big stud. But once again the prod buzzed and a sharp current cut into the hanging teen's body.
"Eaghghghghhhhh!" Kathy swung back, her body jerking around like a frenzied snake, her tits bobbing up and down while Jack kept the prod up against her cunt.
Julie could see the girl's cunt hairs curling back, singed black by the current while smoke curled up from her cunt. Kathy was screaming the shrieks of the damned, her eyes wide, her mouth torn open, as her foot swung around and around. Spit frothed around the stretched corners of her lips as she screamed again.
Jack had moved the prod up to her belly, then finally he touched her nipples. The screams were more than Julie could stand. She began shouting as well, begging Jack to stop this madness before he killed her friend.
Still ignoring Julie, Jack moved back behind Kathy, touching her teasingly now and then between the shoulderblades, laughing as she shuddered and jerked forward, her body snapping to and fro as if it were a rubber band. Then with one powerful shove, he drove the thing up into her shitter, twisting it down and around before switching it on once more.
The girl shrieked, her tongue wagging out, her eyes nearly popping from her skull. Julie thought she was going to vomit. Kathy was twitching and jerking as if she were having a fit. Piss shot from her cunt, running down her jerking thighs while her hair seemed to be standing on end. Her cries grew louder, finally being choked by her own spit as she teetered on the brink of collapse. With another shot of electricity, the girl went limp, her free leg dangling like a half-torn tree limb.
Jack muttered, pulling the prod from her ass and throwing it down on the floor.
"She ain't got the stayin' quality you do, baby," he said, opening the box once more and pulling out what appeared to be a branding iron. "Mrs. Thatcher wants all the girls tagged, if you know what I mean. It's kinda a reminder of where you are and where you been, after you leave here. So, I'm gonna be the one to take care of you right now."
Julie strained against the cuffs holding her wrists to the table top. Kathy had been tortured with the prod. She was going to get that iron against her flesh! The thought made her faint with terror and excitement. He was taunting her now, waving that long thing in front of her. It had to be just a little under three feet long and an inch long. The handle was ribbed, easy to fit into a man's hand. Julie could see there was a grooved disc at the end with some words written on it. They were so small, however, that she couldn't make out the letters.
At once Julie thought of a cockhead, a dildo. He was going to drive that awful thing into her, shove it into her pussy up to the handle until the tip shot out of her mouth. Julie shivered.
"Enjoying it?"
"No, no, take it away from me!"
Julie's leg nearly collapsed in fear. Her right leg was hurting her so, stretched out and up that way against the ladder. A throbbing ache pulsed through her hipbones as she again tried to adjust her free leg to the awkward position.
Jack was bobbing the branding iron in front of her face, rubbing the cold steel against her tits. Her only company, she thought, was that blind monster that was going to fuck her, disembowel her right here in this awful room.
"Looks like you're really ready for it, the way your nipples are gettin' hard. Yeah, you dig this, dig it a lot ... more 'n' Mrs. Thatcher can guess, I'll bet, right bitch?"
"No, nooooooo!"
Jack played with the iron, swinging it around, nearly hitting Julie several times. It whooshed around, cutting through the shadows, making her wince as she watched it come closer and closer to her.
Jack stopped, poking the tip against her tits, hefting one up, then the other, watching as she shuddered at the cold touch.
"You don't have to worry, Julie. It ain't gonna stay cold all this time. It's gonna get real hot, and you're gonna love it."
Julie closed her eyes, feeling the hot tears of defeat welling up behind her lids. He was moving behind her now, whipping the thing against her buttocks, making them jiggle teasingly, excitingly.
Julie curled her toes until they cramped, trying to move away from that awful branding iron, banging her free knee against the leg of the workbench.
Jack grabbed her cuntal hair, pulling at the curly hair until she hollered for help. Ripping a fistful of her pussy curls from her cunt, Jack laughed as more juice oozed from her cunt slot. Pushing the disc against her cunt, Jack pushed in, twisting it around and around, driving the cold, steel thing all the way into her pussy.
"Esagghhghghghhhhhh!"
Julie saw stars flash in front of her as she felt her pussy stretch under the cruel invasion. That horrible thing was fucking deeper into her, tearing at her slick walls, making them itch, then scratching them so savagely. The disc drew back, raking her clit, making her scream again.
She was going to have a climax right now! It was incredible, but Julie felt her cunt winding up like an overwound spring, about to explode in orgasm!
She opened her eyes, her long hair bouncing around her narrow shoulders as Jack continued to rape her with that iron. He pushed it in again, twisting it around and around, giving it hefty jerking strokes and watching as her asscheeks clenched, unclenched, then clenched once more like two bunching fists. Slowly at first, then more quickly, he developed a fucking rhythm, watching as Julie fucked back as best she could.
Julie was a mindless whore at this point. She wept with pleasure, tightening her cunt on the cold, brutal invasion.
Jack let go of the branding iron, watching as her pussy muscles held on tight, making the gray metal thing bob up and down several inches. Julie felt explosions go off in her cunt, echoing wildly through her body. Each blast built to a higher pitch, a more satisfying climax. It seemed to keep going on and on, as if it wouldn't stop.
She had trouble catching her breath as yet another orgasm shot through hef pussy, making her slap her tits against the splintery surface of the workbench.
Julie felt her left leg about to give way when Jack pulled the iron from her cunt.
"Ooooooooh!"
"And that's only the start," Jack said, tossing the iron onto the floor and moving toward a small closet.
CHAPTER TEN
"Come on, it's not that bad."
Kathy was screaming, watching as Jack moved the branding iron back and forth over the hot coals.
Julie watched silently, her lips moving in prayer now as she saw sparks fly up to the ceiling. He had trucked out what appeared to be a modified grill. Slowly he lit it, stoking the coals until they were glowing and smoke filled the room with an acrid smell.
Julie was silent, her body shining with a thin coating of perspiration.
"There's nothing elaborate about this," Jack said, moving the poker back and forth, stirring the coals around. "It's the simplest thing in the world. Yeah, that's what I always say. The simpler, the better."
Moving the iron several times back and forth, he raised it as sparks danced over the sides of the bowl and dropped to the floor.
"You like simple pleasures?"
Julie winced. She eyed the branding iron warily, then jerked her head away. She couldn't talk. Fear was choking her, knifing her heart as that iron glowed in the dim room.
Kathy was begging him to stop. But again, the man listened to no one. When he brought the iron out and waved the hot tip up to her face, singeing some of her hair, she drew back with a scream, then found herself laughing hysterically. Again Kathy laughed, her sharp cries bouncing off the walls, stopping when she heard the rod banging hard against the edge of the metal bowl.
Julie felt fear crawling along her nerves, making her flesh tense with terror as the iron crackled in front of her. Jack pushed it back in the bowl, waiting, watching, licking his lips as Julie twisted in agonizing horror under him. When he felt it was ready, the big guard pulled the thing from the coals, studying it briefly. "Yeah, just right."
Julie saw it too-the tip dark red, the shaft closest to the disc white.
"Oh no, no...." she whimpered, trying to steel herself for what she knew would be a horrible agony.
"You don't like this?" he asked in mock surprise.
"Please, I'll do anything!"
She shuddered while spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits drew up, the peaks stiff and glowing while spasms in her belly erupted. The eruptions shot through her thighs and blew into her cunt.
"Sure you will. After this thing cools down. But you're not really frightened. I can see you're real wet still down there. You want this, baby, just like you wanted everything else. And Jack's gonna give it to you. Shit, between me and Matt, we're gonna keep you warm and happy while you're here." Jack brought the poker closer to her. "You might not even want to leave."
"No, no, you're crazy! You're all crazy!"
Jack laughed again, moving the glowing tip down to her nipples.
"Oh ... oh Jesus, don't ... oh God in heaven, don't do this ... oh please, please!"
Jack lowered the iron, the heat warming her ass. He moved around, letting the glowing end warm her flesh. At times he brushed it over her skin, making her scream and tug wildly at the cuffs holding her wrists bound together. Then he was up to her cunt, moving the thing up and down, at times threatening to touch her nipples, then bringing it back down to her snatch.
She could hear crackling sounds. He was burning her cunthairs! Looking down, she watched the blonde curls blacken and curl back, the bitter stench of the burned hair making her gag.
But the smell aroused Jack. His hand shook, the weapon bobbing up and down.
Julie could see his prick pressing up against the front of his pants. As he hesitated, Julie could feel her clit growing nearly as hot as that thing jerking in the wretched man's hands. She felt herself on the edge, swaying from side to side, about to fall to pieces.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Jack dropped the disc against her right inner thigh, pressing the burning metal into her flesh. At first Julie could only feel the pressure, then a sensation of intense cold. That ended quickly, however, when the full force of the branding fury shot through her body.
Julie screamed, jerking her body up from the bench, pulling her arms back until she thought she could feel the bones in her wrists breaking from the pressure. Smoke rose from the injured thigh while a mind-stinging heat pierced right through to her bone.
She shrieked and screamed as she fought wildly.
When Jack finally pulled the iron from her burned flesh, the girl was climaxing, a hot, sucking climax that seemed to gather strength from her pain and make her clit bloat up and explode. She cried out again, the pleasure mingling with the pain. Her left leg finally gave out and she collapsed, hanging grotesquely from the table, jerking as if someone were touching her with that cattle prod again and again.
"You love it," Jack spat out, watching her bob and jerk.
"No, no, you bastard!" Julie screamed back, lying through her teeth.
Jack threw the iron back into the bowl, the coals spilling over the edge and rolling onto the floor. He couldn't get his pants down fast enough. His prick was stiff, hard, the tip dark red and slick with juice.
Julie was still screaming, throwing her head from side to side, feeling as if she would sail through the ceiling. She wanted him, wanted anything up her cunt that would satisfy the glowing need savaging her pussy.
Jack moved up behind her, hooking his fingers around her hipbones, about to fuck her doggie style. She felt the blind stabs of his prick against her asscheeks. Then with a hard push, the big guard shot his meat into her greasy fuck-slot.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Her cunt was wet, wet and itchy and achy and hot. Julie closed her eyes, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she felt him fucking her pussy. He was fucking her hard, his fingernails scratching her flesh, his groin slapping her hard in the ass.
Again and again she felt his fat prickhead bumping against her womb, knocking her senseless, scratching all those delightful aches that had been burning through her ever since the branding. He slapped her several times, stopping for a moment, drinking in the hot, tight wet feeling of her cunt on his prick.
At times Julie felt her pussy muscles cramping down tight, trapping his cock. It was almost more than she could stand. Blindly she fucked back, her head rolling as she wished she could twist around and wrap her lithe white legs around his neck. She wanted to be taken utterly, completely by this subhuman! She wanted to be raped, to be gutted by the man who had scarred her for life!
"Fuck!" Julie cried.
All she could think of was fucking, fucking and more fucking, backing into this wonderful man who was going to blast his jizz into her hot, clenching, milking cunthole.
The two of them panted while sweat sprayed from both bodies. Jack threw his head back and let out an animal yell, his fingers gripping her flesh hard. She felt his fat, hot prick bobbing in her cunt, jerking against the sides, then finally sending out a shower of white-hot jizz spraying against her pussy walls. That was all she needed.
"Nooooooooo!" Julie thought the world had ended at that point. Walls of flame licked up and down around her while Jack threw himself on top of her back and fucked in for all he was worth. She could feel the hot splash of his cum while his balls pumped out jizz. Through the red dimming haze that had settled over her mind, Julie felt the throbbing pain in her thigh mixing horribly with the knowledge that the man fucking her was responsible for it.
"Ooooooooo!" It was forever, she thought, before she finally came down from her high.
She slumped against the table, feeling the cuffs and the rope cutting into her body once more. Jack moved around, unfastening the restraints and letting her collapse in a heap on the floor.
Julie felt exhausted, every inch of her body aching. Gingerly she reached down, touching the skin around the red/black burn. Jack restrained her, telling her she would have to be bandaged or it would become infected.
They left Kathy behind, her body still stretched uncomfortably from the ceiling, her plaintive cries shut out by the slamming of the door.
Julie limped forward, not caring about anything else except sleep and the care of her wound. They had done their worst to her, she thought, entering the dispensary where one of the matrons dressed the burn without asking a question as to how she got it. Standard procedure, Julie thought wryly, sliding off the examining table, and following Jack back to her cell where she collapsed onto her mattress and fell into a deep sleep.
She saw Kathy one afternoon, the girl looking as if she wanted to speak to her. But Mrs. Thatcher and the others spirited her friend away, and Julie was left with no one.
On the fifth day a matron came for her. Julie left her dinner plate half-finished, rising from the table and not acknowledging the stares the other girls flashed at her. When they reached a small room where Julie was told to undress and lie down, Matt came up to her with the small clamps, attaching them to her nipples until they crushed under the pressure. Julie only winced, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile.
"Jack got you down there, huh? Looks like you're one of us now."
Julie nodded, glad that several days had passed since her last session. Her ankles and wrists had had time to heal. And now he was using padded leather straps around her arms and legs to pin her to the splintery table. The girl wasn't surprised at all when wires were attached to the clamps. More electricity, she thought. And when larger pincers were fastened to either cuntlip, pulling them wide apart so that her pussy was a gaping dark hole, Julie only sighed. "Uhhhhh!"
At first a harsh current shot through her, making her eyelids flutter and her spine arch against the table. Then the voltage subsided until it was almost a pleasant, buzzing, sucking sensation. And when Matt crawled on top of her, shaking with the current as well, but keeping his prick hard as he sank it into her quivering, welcoming cunthole, Julie thought she had died and gone to heaven. Fucked while being hooked up to the generator! And Matt was feeling the current as well!
She wriggled and squirmed under the double assault, feeling his prick fucking her pussy while the electricity buzzed through her blood-bloated nipples and cuntlips.
Matt groaned, digging his tongue deep into her throat while his hands played and kneaded her tits. God, what a lesson she had learned here at the prison. How good the judge was to have sentenced her here. If only her mother could see her now.
