The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wife-swappers.
Kathy Anderson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. A healthy, attractive teenager, she has no reason to think she is different from other girls her age. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
S & M SCHOOL-a fictional story about those who appear normal, but whose needs are different.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Graystone Manor. The name was as forbidding as the tall three-story castle-like building perched atop the small hill.
Kathy Anderson stood in front of the correctional facility clutching her small tan suitcase, still not believing this was happening to her. Grimly, her mother pulled her by the arm, dragging her up the stone steps to the main reception hall. She could hardly remember what had brought her here as she passed through the forbidding doorway and found herself shuffling down a brightly lit corridor. There was the pungent smell of antiseptic that made her nostrils wrinkle while the bright overhead lights made her squint.
Fucking. Her mother had accused her of fucking like a common street slut. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. She had done some petting but that was all. Why were they taking her here, to a place for incorrigibles? Her mother surely had gone off the deep end.
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson? In here."
A pleasant-looking woman met the two of them at the end of the hall, directing Kathy's mother into a comfortable office while stopping the tall, willowy blonde teenager with one hand.
"No, dear, you come with me. Your mother is just signing the final papers for your ... uh, commitment here. I'm afraid your re-training must start today ... now, as a matter-of-fact."
"Now?"
Kathy fought back the tears she felt welling hotly in her eyes. She thought she would have some time, some few moments to say good-bye, although her mother had been cold and unfriendly the past week. She wanted to beg her forgiveness, to tell her she wasn't a bad girl. But the woman was taking her away, dragging her reluctantly down the corridor and giving her a list of instructions she was supposed to learn.
"Now, of course I don't expect you to memorize them instantly. No one does," she said, her voice starting to grow more husky. "But you should learn one or two a day. It will make life easier for you. Now, in here for an examination."
"Exam?"
The young matron pushed Kathy through a small open doorway, taking her suitcase and leaving it in the hall. The girl stepped in farther, crisscrossing her arms and looking around the rather small room nervously. The walls were white, made more brilliant by the bright overhead fluorescent lights.
Blinking nervously, Kathy could see some objects hanging from the walls next to several medical cabinets pressed against the wall. It was only after a few moments that she realized some of these objects looked as if they belonged more in a barn than in a place like this. The matron was behind her, her big hands on her shoulders, turning her around. push her wrists through them.
The girl had little time to object. She stood there, curling her bare toes against the cold concrete floor while Evelyn clamped the cuffs shut and rattled the chains to test their strength.
"What are you going to do?" Kathy asked hesitantly, feeling so naked and exposed and vulnerable.
Evelyn said nothing, moving to the far wall and pushing a small black button. There was the whir of machinery, then Kathy felt the chain tightening and pulling her up from the floor. She let out a sharp cry, feeling her muscles tugging and stretching while her feet swept away from the floor. The weight of her body tugged painfully at her shoulders as she looked down at Evelyn. Why was she doing this to her? What kind of examination was this, anyway?
Kathy let her head fall back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her plump naked ass. How those chains chafed her wrists, rubbing against her skin until the girl thought the awful iron would cut her arms off! She looked down again, seeing a nasty gleam in Evelyn's eyes that made her shiver with horror. Never, ever would she have thought that something like this could
"Now, take off your clothes and stand over there."
Kathy did as she was told, afraid to make a poor impression on this, her first day. The matron seemed pleased with her, nodding as she moved as quickly as she could. Kathy hesitated with her panties, blushing furiously as she slipped her bra off and let her big tits roll out. But the matron was relentless and, gathering her courage, the girl pushed down her panties and stepped from them.
"You may call me Evelyn, Kathy, when I allow you. That's my name. Now please, stretch your arms up ... yes, that's right, up over your head, like that."
Kathy wondered what kind of exam she was going to endure. There had been all sorts in her life, including a pelvic recently when her mother was so sure she had lost her virginity. That, of course, was untrue. Kathy raised her arms high over her head as instructed, feeling her tits pull flat against her heaving upper chest.
Evelyn moved behind her, lowering two iron rings suspended by small chains from the ceiling. Kathy gasped, rolling her eyes up in time to see the matron unsnap the steel cuffs and happen in a correctional facility-especially one her prudish mother had chosen.
"You're surprised? You shouldn't be. Your mother said you enjoyed sex-too much of it, perhaps. Too little discipline." Evelyn sighed. "That's what comes from not having a father all these years. We here at Graystone try to fill that gap. You'll find yourself learning that valuable lesson."
"No, you don't understand, I'm a good girl. There's some awful mistake!" she protested.
But Kathy's objection went unnoticed. She tried adjusting her body, the pulling ache in her shoulders something she had never ever felt before. Her tits jiggled, the pink nipples puckering up and growing stiff with pain and fear while her legs dangled down. Even more nerve-racking was the sense of how vulnerable her virgin cunt was. She had seen Evelyn eyeing her pussy, looking at it with a stare that positively sickened the young girl. She turned her gaze away, preferring to look up at the rusty iron pressing against her wrists. Already, she could feel her fingers growing numb and icy.
"Now, we search. You'd be surprised just what girls try to smuggle in here the first day,"
Evelyn said, her eyes brightening to the task.
Kathy had never been so humiliated in her life! She hung there helpless, her face scarlet as she felt Evelyn spread her ass-cheeks wide apart and stick two fingers in her shitter. The girl's face slackened, her eyes rounding with horror as she felt two fingers screwing around in her bowels, probing deeper and deeper until she could feel the matron's knuckles brushing up against her ass-ring.
"Good, nothing in there. Most girls put goodies there, or up front."
Kathy blanched. Oh God no, not there, not there! She closed her eyes, her chin trembling as a tear escaped from under her long blonde lashes. Evelyn was petting her cunt now, stroking her fine pussy-hairs gently, then sliding one of her fingers up into her cuntal crack. The girl spread her legs apart, her body breaking out in goose bumps as she felt that awful finger snaking up into her hot little fuck-channel. No one had ever touched her there. Even she had felt ill-at-ease when she'd touched her pussy late at night, masturbating in her bed as she fantasized about one or another guy fucking her.
And now this woman, this freak, was petting her pussy, shoving two fingers up into her pussy and touching all those moist pink bumps and hollows! Kathy groaned, her fingers curling into fists and digging into her palms as she hung there helplessly. And when Evelyn started touching her clit with her thumb, stroking the tiny nub until it started to rise and grow warm, Kathy protested.
"No, don't touch me like that! Get away from me, you old dyke!" she cried, her face growing more crimson as the probing continued.
Evelyn froze, her face darkening.
"Most girls object to this kind of search. It's only natural, of course. But I thought you were a girl of more sense. Obviously, you are not," she said with a sigh, pulling her fingers out and bringing them up to her nose.
Kathy felt sick, turning away as the woman drew in the aroma of a fresh, young pussy.
Evelyn turned and walked toward the door. At first the girl thought she would leave her alone with her thoughts, leave her hanging there. Kathy nearly called her back, fearing to be left alone. But then the girl could see Evelyn had no intentions of leaving. She stopped by the far wall where all those strange, frightening-looking instruments hung and tapped one finger against her chin thoughtfully. She smiled, selecting what appeared to be a small riding crop from the hooks.
Kathy drew in a sharp breath, her nostrils flaring as she saw Evelyn turn and slowly walk back to her. She was a severe-looking woman, especially in the way she had her long black hair pulled back and knotted into a bun. But she was attractive enough, her full tits pressing against the bodice of her white uniform. It was when Evelyn drew closer now that the girl could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, pointy, pressing against the starched cotton of her uniform. Evelyn was aroused, and aroused over her!
"I'm sure your father would have given you a good spanking if he'd been alive today. That's what I intend to do now-making up for lost time, of course," Evelyn said with a sly smile.
"What?"
"You're going to be whipped. Ten blows, perhaps? That's a good round number for starters. Right, Kathy?"
"Whipped?"
Kathy could hear her pulse roaring in her ears as she looked around at the unfamiliar room and wondered what new horrors Evelyn would bring her. The woman did nothing for a while, slowly walking around the hanging girl the way a wolf might stalk its prey at first. At times she could feel the woman's hands rubbing against her ass, slipping into her warm sweaty ass-crack, then fingers shoving up into her shitter once again. The young girl let out a gasp, then shut her mouth, grinding her teeth and vowing not to make one sound of protest.
It was when Evelyn touched her pussy a second time that she felt a tremor ripple through her cunt. It was a tickling, tingling kind of feeling that made her muscles tense. She could feel her cunt-lips swelling, touching one another while a hot electric tingling rippled up and down her inner thighs. It was such an odd sensation, one she had never felt before-at least, not this intense. She let out a low sigh, feeling the iron slipping around her wrist.
When the first blow came, it was without warning, one that took the girl's breath away.
Evelyn had brought the crop down hard across her belly, leaving a series of long red marks on either side of the girl's navel.
Kathy screamed, jerking her knees up and snapping her head back. How her tummy burned, burned as if Evelyn had touched her flesh with a red-hot poker. Her eyes blurred with tears while her body jerked and jiggled on the restraining chains. For one mad moment, the girl thought of kicking back at Evelyn, of knocking the woman unconscious with her unbound feet. But then what purpose would that serve? Even if she had succeeded, how would she get down from this position?
Evelyn seemed to guess what Kathy was thinking and smiled even more broadly at the girl's obvious conclusion.
Another blow, this one biting at her right ankle, made Kathy let out another cry.
"No! Oh, God!"
Never, ever had anyone hit her this way! She looked with disbelief and horror at the woman under her holding that leather instrument. The knotted things dangled now like snakes from the handle as Evelyn paused, staring up, wondering where to strike next. She tapped the crop against her thighs, then brought her arm back, swinging the thongs up against the girl's inner thigh.
Kathy jiggled on the chains, clawing up, feeling as if the matron were trying to flay her alive with that riding crop. Evelyn was rubbing the crop against the girl's tits now, letting the cool, smooth leather slide over her nipples until Kathy shivered. She knew the matron enjoyed watching her shiver that way, twist and jerk helplessly while she held all the controls. Kathy closed her eyes, trying to blot out everything as she hung there.
But that touch, that sensation of the leather was doing something to her. She could feel her nipples start to grow longer and thicker, pulsing with the regularity of her heartbeat. Sweat began to ooze out from under her arms, itching where it trickled against her sides.
"Please...."
"Please, what? Let you go? Surely, you know that will be up to me ... when I see fit. Right now, you have much to learn, dear. And I will be your teacher."
Kathy sobbed, biting her lower lip in despair as she let her head droop. Bringing her back to life, Evelyn snapped the whip down and let the leather slice into the girl's right nipple.
"Yaghghghhghhhh!"
Kathy felt as if the woman had torn her tit from her chest. She shook the hair from her eyes, blinking away the hot, stinging tears. And when her body jerked, how those cuffs bit into her wrist flesh! They were like tiny knives biting into her skin, cutting off her circulation as she hung there from the ceiling.
"I think you're starting to enjoy this-a dangerous sign, if there ever was one. I'll have to be more careful in the future," Evelyn said with a musing stare.
"No, don't ... don't hurt me. I'm not enjoying this!" she cried out in protest, shaking her head violently while kicking back at Evelyn helplessly.
The matron smiled broadly, swinging the crop hard across her belly once again, then bringing down the knotted tips against her thighs. Kathy howled, her head snapping from shoulder to shoulder as the hot stinging blows left ugly purple marks on her thigh flesh.
Evelyn brought the crop across and down over her ass a third time, making the girl clench her ass-cheeks. Evelyn concentrated on her ass now, bringing the crop down again and again, letting the leather thongs at times pull her ass-hole out of shape. Kathy bawled and yammered, fearing she would shit all over herself from the agony.
Then the matron moved around and brought the crop down hard just above her clit. Kathy's lips opened, a breath of air escaping from her mouth as she felt a surge of pain in her cunt. It was wild, an incredible feeling of delight she couldn't believe. Another blow, this one directly on her clit, made the girl shriek and jerk. Her muscles knotted and bulged while the matron kept hammering her whip again and again against her body. When she saw Evelyn about to slip the rod into her cunt, the girl drew her legs together protectively.
"No, it won't work!"
Evelyn looked as if she were a mad woman now, her hair coming undone while her face was contorted with lust. The older woman pulled Kathy's thighs roughly apart and jabbed the handle of the crop up in her cunt. Kathy shrieked, throwing her head back while desperately trying to cross her legs over one another. It was horrible, having that thing fucking her virgin pussy!
The girl protested violently, her sharp, piercing cries bouncing off the surrounding walls while Evelyn drew the crop in deeper and deeper. When she finally touched her cherry, Kathy' s screams became more shrill and piercing. No, no, she wasn't going to lose her cherry this way. She wouldn't become a woman this way, fucked for the first time by this inanimate thing.
"No, don't!"
"You really are a virgin. Well, that's quite a surprise. We'll have to reserve a special treatment for you," Evelyn said, withdrawing the awful handle and bringing down the crop several more times.
Kathy thought she would faint from the pain. Evelyn finally tired of the game, throwing the crop down and moving back to the wall. There was that whirring sound again and the sensation of being lowered to the floor. The "examination" was completed-at least, for the time being. Kathy let out a long sigh, crumpling to the floor, unable to stand up while Evelyn removed the cuffs. How would she ever survive this horrid place?
CHAPTER TWO
"Six months?"
Kathy gaped at Sabrina DuPont, the school's chief administrator. She couldn't believe what had just come from the woman's mouth.
"It's the term you and your mother agreed to, isn't it?"
"She never asked me anything!" Kathy cried, clenching her fists.
She stood in that comfortable office she'd seen her mother step into earlier. Now Ms.
DuPont was looking at her with some amusement, tapping one long fingernail against the highly polished top of her oak desk.
"You must have known you would be here longer than a few weeks. This isn't a resort, you know. Your mother-"
"Lied!"
The word came from Kathy's mouth unexpectedly. Ms. DuPont stiffened, standing up behind the desk and moving around to the front. Without warning, she slapped Kathy across the face hard. Kathy nearly fell to the floor from the force of the blow, steadying herself and fighting back the tears of pain and shame.
"You will never, ever criticize an authority figure, especially your mother. Understand?"
Sobbing, drawing one hand across her eyes, Kathy nodded silently.
"Good. Now, we begin. I suppose you never did much around your house. Your mother said you were pampered too much, going to school games and the like while she did all the work. That will change here, and quite a bit. I see the matron has already examined you," Ms. DuPont said, glancing at a wrinkled white sheet on her table. "Good, no contraband. That puts you ahead of some of the girls here, anyway. We'll start your training today. You may clean the lavatories on the second floor." She gave a dismissing wave of the hand. "The matrons will show you where the materials are."
Kathy wanted to stay, to register some protest over her foul treatment. But she could see the interview was over. Stepping into the hall, she felt Evelyn's strong fingers gripping her upper arm, pushing her toward the steps and dragging her upstairs. There was no one on the second floor it seemed, although the halls still sparkled and smelled of the antiseptic prevalent on the first floor.
A second, older matron took charge of Kathy here. She must have been fifty, and she looked strong as an ox.
"I'll take charge here."
She was snappish, barking orders at Kathy as the girl fumbled with the mop, broom and cleaning bucket. The woman seemed to enjoy her terror and clumsiness. Whenever Kathy dropped something, she received a swift kick in the ass. At first she protested, swinging her fists at the woman. But then the matron threatened her with another "examination", this one conducted by her. One look at the guard told her to keep her mouth shut and get to work.
It was foul, filthy. The bathroom hadn't been cleaned in ages. Kathy couldn't believe it. Everything else looked immaculate, almost surgically sterile. Was this bath kept purposely dirty for new girls? Kathy wouldn't have doubted it.
"Uh!"
A dead rat lay on the floor in a pile of muck. Kathy's gorge rose, a sour taste polluting the back of her throat. The matron stiff-armed Kathy between the shoulder blades, shoving her into a row of filthy sinks hanging from the wall. She stumbled farther into the room, the stench of urine stronger.
"No ... oh, God!"
She had never been in so much filth! It was as if she'd fallen into a different universe.
"Get on with it. Drag out the rat and take care of the filth. We're getting overcrowded here and have to open this bathroom in one day."
Kathy couldn't believe it. One day, and just her to clean it? An army wouldn't have been able to accomplish the job. When the matron shouted orders again, Kathy shrank back. The woman seemed to grow ten feet when she cried out, the fury on her face making the room seem all the more threatening.
She bent down, touching the filthy dead animal. Then she gagged, the bile vomiting up while her belly started to churn. She knelt helplessly on the floor, clutching her stomach, vomiting all over the floor. She shook her head, weeping.
"Well, you've got more to clean now," the matron said with disgust, putting one foot against Kathy's head and shoving the girl into her own vomit.
Gagging and retching, the girl managed to get back to her feet and get to a sink. Thank God, the water was still running. She washed off her face and arms, rinsing her mouth as best she could while the matron waited impatiently.
"Move it! This isn't a honeymoon!"
Kathy wept. Her mouth worked, but she couldn't say one word. Her entire body shivered as she leaned against the sink and tried to regain her strength. She dragged herself to the bucket, taking the rat and dumping it into a nearby waste basket before going back to the cleaning materials and filling the bucket with cold water.
She cleaned, cleaned as she had never scrubbed before. They had turned her into a slave. Deliberately, the girl blocked out what was happening to her, working from the door toward the wall where the cabinets were. The clean space fanned out behind her as she worked. The filth and vile smell soon disappeared.
Her knees were starting to hurt. The whip stripes glued the coarse institutional dress to her skin while the girl scrubbed on, her nails shredding in the harsh cleaning solution.
Suddenly, a masculine voice called out to her.
"Hey, baby, you look good bendin' down that way. You huntin' for a fuckin'? "
Kathy stood up, pushing the hair from her eyes. She backed away, the dripping scrub brush still in her hand. Where was that old matron? She seemed to have vanished! In her place was a tall handsome guard-at least, she thought he was a guard. He was dressed like a policeman, his billed cap pushed back over his black hair. But he wasn't wearing a gun.
"Uh, where's...? "
"Oh, I told her to get downstairs and get some coffee. Beddingfield-that's her name-always hounds us for coffee and does anything to get an extra cup and a cigarette," he said with a laugh. "But you're not like the other girls they bring in here-hard bitches, real hard."
"Thank you."
"Hey, you might not wanna thank me later. In fact, you might not wanna thank me now," he said, his voice lowering a tone as he closed the door behind him.
Kathy felt her heart skip a beat. She dropped the scrub brush with a little cry, feeling one hand move up to her throat as she stared at the big man. He was handsome-handsome in a way that made her heart flutter and her unplowed cunt wink shut under her panties. Kathy thought about all the stories her mother had told her grotesque tales of young girls who had let their guard down only to be seduced and subsequently ruined.
He was standing there now, not moving a muscle. Then Kathy's eyes dropped and she saw it, the long thick protrusion against his tight-fitting white hospital pants. He was hard, as the boys at school said, hard and aroused-ready to fuck her. A pulse of fear leaped through her throat, and suddenly that awful old matron seemed desirable compared to what obviously lay ahead for her.
"I think Pd better get back to work. The matron-"
"Fuck the matron. And she'd probably like that," he muttered with a grin. "IPs the old story, baby. You be nice to me, and I'll see that the girls don't lay into you too hard."
"No!"
Her answer was clear, sharp, almost bitter.
"Well, I thought we were gonna be friends. I was gonna tell you my name-Jack Dennis. But then I guess you don't wanna be friends," he said, his voice low, threatening.
"It's not that," Kathy said, backing down a little while her eyes looked longingly at the locked door. "It's just that I'm afraid of the others and...."
"No need to be."
Jack was measuring her, studying her, wondering if he should make his move. Kathy saw he had only flipped the small brass lock just above the doorknob. If she could flip it back, she could dash into the corridor. Surely he wouldn't dare follow her there-not with the matrons watching so closely. He moved a step toward her, spreading his thick-muscled arms to either side of her body while his lips curled into a broad sardonic smile.
Kathy knew what he was after now, and she shivered. She crouched, her fingers pressing against her lips while her heart began pounding.
Just as he stepped forward, the girl picked up the bucket of powerful disinfectant and flung it into his face, side-stepping the howling guard and rushing toward the door.
"It won't open! God in heaven, it won't open!" she shrieked, tugging wildly at the door, pulling at the knob with all her might.
"Fuckin' bitch!"
She saw him coming at her from behind like a roaring tornado. The first of his many blows came down between her shoulders, nearly splitting the teenager in two and sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. Kathy felt her face being stepped on, the sole of his boot crushing against her cheek while his toe nearly split her skull.
"You think you're so fuckin' clean, huh? How'd you like this to clean you up?" he growled, holding the dripping wire scrub brush in front of her face.
Kathy blinked, twisting her head away as the burning disinfectant trickled into her eyes. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head up. Her lips struck the sides of his boot, cracking and sending a stream of blood down her throat. Kathy screamed, feeling strands of her blonde hair tearing from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse ripped through her throat. He was twisting her around, jerking her back and forth until she became so dizzy she nearly vomited.
Finally, he threw Kathy to the ground, rolling her over while smacking her hard on the ass. She grunted, her knees digging painfully against the floor. She felt his knees pressing against the backs of her legs as he gripped the hem of her dress and jerked it up. She could feel him pulling down her panties, exposing her ass with one giant pull.
"No!" she yelped.
"Nice ass. Somebody's got to it earlier, but that's no surprise around here," he said with a cruel laugh. "No matter. Needs some cleanin' up."
She saw him reach to her right, pushing the brush through the puddle of soapy disinfectant puddling around her shoulders. In another moment the girl felt drops of the stuff dribbling over her bare ass. And then she could feel the stiff stubble of the brush against her ass-cheeks. Jack left it there, then started moving it back and forth in small, circular, scrubbing movements. She cried out, clenching her fists and digging the nails into her palms. How it hurt, feeling that brush cutting into her whipped flesh. The disinfectant was making her skin sting more and more, the powerful acid eating away at her while the wires tore more of her flesh.
Kathy squealed and howled, her fists beating and hammering against the floor while Jack scrubbed the wire brush faster and faster over her naked ass. She thought she could feel the skin peeling away from her ass. The pain was excruciating. Twisting her head around, the girl dug her knees harder against the floor, trying to crawl away.
"You ain't goin' anywhere."
Jack spread her ass-cheeks, jabbing one finger into her shitter sharply and drawing out a cry of surprise and shock from the teenager. He rubbed the brush again through the soapy puddle, then brought it back against her ass-crack. Kathy screamed, her face blanching while her nostrils flared in pain. She stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of her, her tits pillowed against the floor while her fists and toes beat against the floor faster and faster. She thought she would faint from the agony pulsing through her ass. He was scrubbing her ass-hole with that wire brush! She could feel the stiff needles slitting her flesh, the disinfectant burning into her ass-hole.
"Help me! God, oh God! Doesn't somebody around here hear me?"
"Nobody. The room's soundproofed, like most of 'em around here," Jack explained, narrowing his eyes and directing the brush more roughly up and down through her ass-crack.
Kathy felt her clit bunch up, prickling and tingling oddly under the constant attack. She screwed up her face again in pain, unable to catch her breath as the awful brush tore through her ass-hole, dribbling more and more disinfectant into her bowels.
Just when she thought he would rip her apart, Kathy felt him pull the brush out, scooping the disinfectant from her shitter and finally drying her ass-hole with a handkerchief. Sobbing, rubbing the tears from her eyes with her knuckles, the girl thought he would let her up now.
But Jack had other ideas. He reached around and under, stabbing his finger into her cunt and pushing in until the nail touched her cherry. Kathy let out a yelp, her ass flying into the air while her arms shot to either side of her body.
"Damn! Well, I ain't gonna mess with your pussy right now. The matron's gonna want that," he muttered, drawing his hand away. "But your ass-hole's mine."
"What?"
He grabbed her jutting hipbones with both hands, pulling her ass up until the girl was on her knees, her head dangling down between her shoulder blades. Kathy could feel the tug of the elastic waistband of her panties against her knees. She could hear a zipping sound behind her and turned her head just in time to see Jack's prick spring up. Panic rushed through her as she started to crawl forward. He gripped strands of her hair, yanking back, pulling her head back until the girl thought he would snatch her bald.
"No, no, don't ... don't do that to me," she rasped.
"Don't fuck your ass? Fuck, baby, it's gonna be a real trip!"
She was still wet there-wet and greasy, and Jack took advantage of the stinging lubricant as he leaned forward and pressed his cock-head against her shitter. Kathy shrieked, her head snapping back farther. She could feel the tiny muscles tearing around the sides of her ass-hole while his fat prick pushed in, spreading her ass open for the first time.
Kathy puffed out her cheeks, breathing with hoarse, strangled sounds as her muscles quivered. He was fucking her shitter, pushing in his cock-meat, driving his long thick fucker into her ass-guts while holding her captive. The young girl let out another howl, jerking and shivering as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. Her ass-ring flexed, the sphincter pushing out as if his cock were a lump of shit going the wrong direction.
Nothing could stop Jack. He shoved in harder, his prick bending in the middle while his fingernails left long red claw marks on her hips.
"No, no! Owwww ... uhhhh!" He was on top of her like a stag mating with its mare in the woods, fucking his cock all the way into her ass-hole while his fingers grabbed and pulled and pinched at her flesh. He was fucking all the way in now, his knees nearly picking her up from the floor while he jerked his hips from left to right, stirring his prick inside her ass-guts.
"Man, tight, baby, tight ... uhhhh!"
It wasn't long before Kathy felt something hot and wet blasting into her shitter.
She cried out, nearly fainting from degradation as she realized he was cumming in her ass. It was like getting a hot enema as more and more jizz spattered into her ass-hole, dribbling down the backs of her thighs as her bowels filled with the dreadful cock-cream.
Jack finished, pushing her forward onto the floor as if she were nothing more than a used rag. He left, kicking the bucket so it rolled and banged against the side of her face.
Painfully, the girl rose to her knees, pulling up her stretched, dirty panties and pulling down her dress. She had the rest of the floor of this filthy bathroom to clean. The matron would be angry.
God only knows, she thought, picking up the brush, what would happen to her now!
CHAPTER THREE
Kathy wanted to tell someone about what had happened. How her ass ached after that awful fucking she'd endured from Jack's prick. But the matrons certainly weren't going to concern themselves over the-likes of her.
As the days dragged on, the teenager could see the women in charge considered the girls just as so much clay to be molded and hopefully turned into nice, brainwashed girls who would never say "no" to a command again. Kathy resented that kind of training, resented it more and more as she saw some of the other girls around her start to buckle under.
It was when she became whispering friends with another girl-for talking aloud was forbidden-that she discovered more about this school.
"They have special discipline rooms," Lisolette said, her sultry voice pleasantly accented with what Kathy guessed was some French influence. "I've only been here ... oh, you would say three mois ... months, I mean to say. But there are so many stories!" Lisolette glanced around the steamy laundry room where the two worked. "Some of the girls have had to go to hospitals, the discipline has been so strong."
Kathy stirred the dark-gray dresses in the tub, an old-fashioned way of doing laundry and one the head mistress approved of.
"But have any of the girls escaped from here?" Kathy asked, watching as a tall redheaded matron looked severely at the two of them from afar.
"I don't know." Lisolette shrugged, her springy blonde hair bouncing teasingly around her shoulders. "There have been stories about that, too. But it's hard to say. The grounds are not patrolled. But there are devices around here ... electrical ones. And the guards...."
Kathy froze, her eyes studying her newly found friend. She thought she could catch a glimmer of something in her eyes, a dark cloud passing over her bright face. Perhaps she too had been raped by Jack.
"We only worry about today, no? And these dresses, they are so dirty!"
Dirty? Perhaps. But Kathy thought she had spotted traces of blood in the gray woolen material. She gathered up her dress around her shoulders, feeling her tits rubbing against the stiff material. How she hated all this. And there were no classes, no lectures, nothing but drudgery, bad food and little sleep. How had her mother ever heard of a dreary, terrible place like this? It was worse, she was certain, than prison.
"Are you girls talking? I told you, that's against the rules."
It was Evelyn, her malevolent eyes taking in the two girls with one killing sweep. Kathy opened her mouth, about to protest when she felt a slap across her face from the back of Evelyn's hand.
"You know the rules and break them. Little slut! That's what got you in here in the first place."
"Please, Miss Evelyn, I can explain," Lisolette began, drawing her hands together in prayer fashion.
"And you, you little Frenchie whore! I've known that you've been stirring up trouble with your fine French airs. Well," Evelyn said, a cruel smile snaking across her thin lips, "Let's see how you like this!"
"Non!"
Lisolette screamed as Evelyn sank her fingernails into the back of her neck. Kathy backed away, her hands covering her eyes. Still, she was able to see the matron wheel the blonde girl around and push her face down into the scalding water. Lisolette shrieked, her voice gagging and bubbling from the caldron while her hands grabbed onto the rim of the burning kettle. Dirty clothes bubbled and swam around the girl while Evelyn held her head under the hot water. Lisolette's grip was slackening, her knees starting to give way while her body slumped toward the top of the kettle.
"You're killing her!" Kathy screamed, about to rush to her friend's defense.
Evelyn smirked dirtily, pulling the choking, half-drowned French teenager from the caldron and letting her drop with a wet thud to the floor. Kathy ran to Lisolette, kneeling to one side and holding her head while the girl coughed and choked. Her flesh was red, possibly badly burned from the scalding water around her face and neck.
"Let her go. There's no babying around here for anyone, especially one of those kind," Evelyn said, kicking Lisolette harshly.
Kathy knew the matron was trying to provoke her into saying something, something horrible that would bring down the woman's wrath on her head. But the girl refused, biting her tongue in spite of the curses that nearly bubbled from her lips.
After some time, Evelyn's brow furrowed, the matron obviously disappointed Kathy hadn't risen to her bait.
"You'll work on the guards' quarters tonight. They're filthy, by my standards, anyway, and we've got inspectors coming from the state in two days. The men are too lazy, and the head mistress is too soft on them. You and that little slut can work."
"The guards' quarters? No, the men ... they're...."
"Something wrong, missy?" Evelyn said, her eyes widening while that hellish smirk came over her face once more.
"No, no, tonight. We'll be there," Kathy said.
Evelyn smiled with satisfaction, nodding her head affirmatively.
"I'll fetch you shortly after dinner."
Evelyn turned on her heel, giving the other girls a warning glance before returning to her chair. Lisolette was coming around now, coughing and spitting out the vile detergent and filth that had clogged her throat. In a moment she managed to prop herself up on her elbows, thanking the guilty-feeling Kathy for saving her.
The young girl hated to tell Lisolette what was ahead of them. The thought made her sick. But still there was little she could do. They would have to clean the guards' quarters. Thoughts of Jack filtered through her head as she helped Lisolette to her feet. Would he try something tonight? Would he try to fuck her in the ass once more?
That evening, Kathy could hardly eat a bite of the gray slop thrown in front of her. She pushed her fork and spoon through the mess, glancing at Lisolette, who seemed to grow more nervous as the seconds ticked by. Just as the girls were lining up to return the plastic dishes, Evelyn entered the room. A shudder rushed through all the girls as they instinctively pressed against the wall.
But this was no all-inclusive call. She collared Kathy and Lisolette, dragging them from the room with a nasty smirk while the other girls watched with pity.
"I'm a little late. But the cleaning materials are there. The guards know you're coming," she said with a light chortle, shoving the two outside and pushing them toward another building behind the school.
Kathy rubbed her fingers briskly over her upper arms, the coolness of the evening making her skin pucker up in goose flesh. Lisolette looked down at the ground, her arms hugging her body as she walked as slowly as she could.
"So, we've been waiting for this group," a man called out from the porch.
Kathy looked up. No, it wasn't Jack. But the man made her cringe anyway. He was tall, thickly built, smooth-shaven with neatly trimmed blonde hair. Lounging in a T-shirt and shorts, he put down the evening paper and stood up from the chair. Kathy and Lisolette stood at the base of the porch steps, not daring to look.
"They're yours for the next few hours. Put them to work, and get that mess in there cleaned up," Evelyn said, turning and stalking back to the school.
"Dyke bitch. But you girls probably know about that anyway. Inside," he said, nodding toward the doorway.
Kathy moved slowly, terrified of each step she took. The building reeked of stale tobacco, and the interior was a mess. But at least, she thought with some relief, it wasn't the foul filth she had endured in the second-floor bathroom. At first she was going to ask where Jack was. But perhaps he was on duty, and she should be thankful for small favors. The cleaning brushes and mops and buckets were in a small room near the porch.
Lisolette and Kathy went to work quickly, ignoring the men who had begun to gather around the community room to watch them. Kathy could hear obscene comments every now and then as she bent down to clean the floor. Lisolette stayed close to her, dipping her brush in the powerful disinfectant and cleaning the dirty floor while the others watched.
"Well, I'll be...."
It was Jack! Kathy kept on scrubbing, not daring to look up as her long blonde hair curtained her face. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her as the girl he had fucked in the ass.
"Something wrong, man?" the blonde man asked.
"The girl ... that one." Kathy could almost feel his cock up her ass again.
"She's the one I was telling you about. She's the one I fucked in the ass the other day, and man she made me cum till my balls ached!"
Lisolette gasped, dropping her brush and staring at Kathy before recovering and starting her cleaning once more. Kathy felt her eyes burning with tears. She kept cleaning.
"No, get away!"
Someone had jerked her skirt up, exposing her naked ass. When Kathy slapped back, someone slapped her ass-cheeks hard with an open palm, making them jiggle against one another while they reddened with the blow. Lisolette let out a cry, her mouth open while someone tried doing the same thing with her. She jerked forward, accidentally knocking over the bucket and spilling the disinfectant all over the floor.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, pulling her hem down and gathering up her bucket and brush. "I'll have to go and get some more water."
"Hey, no need to work your ass off. We can do that for you," a guard said, blocking Lisolette's exit.
The girl trembled, dropping the bucket and backing away.
"We'll work to clean this shit up for the matron," he said, spitting on the floor in disgust. "But you girls can work for us. It'll be a lot more fun than scrubbing the floor."
"Just ask that one," Jack said, nodding in Kathy's direction.
"He's ... he's lying," Kathy said, feeling her face burning with humiliation.
"Lying, huh?"
Jack strode forward, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her up against him. He held her captive, stepping on her toes until she shrieked with pain while twisting her wrists around and down.
"Now, tell them I'm lying," he said, spitting in her face.
"No, no! It's true, all true!" she cried, her voice cracking from the agony pulsing in her wrists and arms.
"Better."
He shoved her away, another guard catching Kathy in his arms. She struggled, feeling his fingers gathering up her woolen skirt until it was around her waist. The matron refused to give the girls panties, something Kathy regretted especially now. The man was touching her pussy, rubbing the flat of his palm against her cunt while dry-fucking her ass with his cock-bulge. She opened her eyes wide in horror, twisting and turning, pulling away from the man's grip.
They were going to do a gang-bang! Kathy had read about things like that, terrible stories about gangs of men taking one or two women and raping them until they fainted, and even then fucking them one or two more times.
Lisolette started running for the door, banging one leg against the overturned bucket and pitching forward. She tumbled head over heels, her body rolling against the doorway. The men laughed, one of them reaching down and yanking the moaning teenager up from the floor.
"Hey, Frenchie. That's what you are, right? I can tell by the fuckin' accent. Man, wonder if she fucks like a bunnie. All the French do," a tall red-headed guard said, reaching around and slipping one hand under her skirt. Lisolette screamed when he jabbed three fingers into her cunt, twisting them around and biting hard into the nape of her neck.
"Oh, God! I'll tell the matron what you're doing!" Kathy threatened.
"And you don't think she don't know already?" Jack mocked. "Stupid bitch. We'll give you something to make you smarter about this place."
Kathy stood there hesitantly, her eyes darting from man to man, from corner to corner. They had all grown silent-silent and watching, their pricks stiff, their eyes glittering like a pack of wolves stalking their prey.
Lisolette was struggling on the floor now, the guard having topped her and torn half her dress from her. He was trying to kiss her while molding her tits with his hands. When he spread her legs with his knees, Kathy looked away, feeling she had failed her friend.
"Man, man, gonna fuck this bitch!" the guard said, biting the screaming blonde again.
"Hey, Fred, come on. Don't be such a fuckin' animal! We gotta prime these bitches first. Let's go, man, take 'em to the back. Brad, get the generator out, man. We're gonna have a little fun with these two, just like we seen in those fuck-flicks the other night."
Some of the men nodded in approval, their excitement rising considerably as Jack dragged Kathy through the long building, the wailing Lisolette in tow behind. The girl struggled, pulling back when she could, twisting and jerking against the powerful fingers holding her wrist. But Jack wasn't to be dissuaded from his plan. She should have known that from the other day. When he wanted to fuck, he would do it no matter what, even in a foul-smelling, filthy bathroom.
He threw her into a small room, blocking the doorway for a moment while she regained her balance and swept away the long hair blocking her vision.
There were several white cabinets, and a small bench was in the center of the room. Immediately, Kathy caught sight of four leather straps-two mounted at the back of the bench, two mounted at the front-that dangled to the floor. Just above the bench was a set of wooden pulleys suspending four iron rings that dangled about three feet above the bench.
"No, no, let me go!" Lisolette screamed.
The guard called Fred wrestled her against the wall just outside the room and kissed her savagely on the mouth. Lisolette gurgled, her fingers curled into tight fists as she beat them like cotton balls against his chest.
Kathy looked, then covered her ears with both hands as Lisolette's screams pierced the air.
"Get her up there," Jack barked.
Fred pulled away reluctantly, getting one of the other guards to help hold the teenager as they shoved her into the room.
"Kathy, help me! Oh, God, please! They're going to do terrible things to me!" Lisolette wailed.
Kathy made a move forward, then stopped hesitantly, drawing her hands back as Jack threatened her with a clenched fist.
Fred turned Lisolette around, unbuttoning her dress quickly and pulling the rag from her body. The girl screamed while one guard held her and Fred gripped her ankles, sweeping them from the floor. A third unbuckled the iron manacles dangling above the bench, slipping her ankles into the rings, then clamping them shut. As a joke, the guard holding her shoulders dropped the girl, sending her head in a broad arc toward the floor. Lisolette wailed, putting her hands out and breaking the fall as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling. She tensed the muscles in her thighs, pulling herself half up while gripping her ankles with her fingers and raising her head from the floor.
The guards prevented her from doing anything else, Fred gripping her elbows and twisting her about, thrusting her arms through the second set of rings while another guard clamped them down.
Lisolette hung there like a piece of meat, her tits quivering while her spine bowed downward.
She struggled, tears rushing down her cheeks while perspiration dotted her glistening flesh.
"Now your turn, baby."
Jack stripped Kathy, stepping back to admire the girl's naked, trembling body before nodding in the direction of the bench directly under Lisolette. Kathy wasn't sure what would happen next. But with Lisolette dangling there from the chains and manacles, she was certain the two of them would provide entertainment for the guys. And this, she thought, was the correction her mother wanted for her. How she wanted to laugh!
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack guided her down, his firm hands on her shoulders. Kathy looked at the floor, purposely keeping her eyes from the moaning Lisolette twisting in pain directly above her. She could see the shadows writhing on the floor, hear the groans from the tormented girl as she hung there awkwardly from the chains. Jack pushed her down on the bench, moving her forward and positioning her hips just over the front edge of the bench. Her narrow shoulders still dangled over the far end, and the hard wood hurt her back.
It was then, while looking up at Lisolette's jiggling tits and flattened belly that Kathy noticed two small lengths of rope lying on the floor. Everything about the room, she thought, was threatening. It was a nightmare, one she wished she could awaken from in a second. But Kathy knew it was all too real.
Jack purposely moved slowly, humming a tune while cinching a broad black leather belt around her waist. Kathy could hardly move, feeling the pressure against her skin. It was when he had one of the others draw her arms back so he could cuff them to the bench that the girl began to panic.
She worked her body from side to side, feeling the splinters of the wooden bench against her naked ass. She screamed with pain and surprise. No, no, she was her own worst enemy. If nothing else, the school should have taught her that. She would remain calm, tranquil. Let them do their worst. She wouldn't give in to these horrid men unless she had to.
Jack pulled her legs down, cuffing them to the front straps of the bench. She could feel the restraints rubbing into her flesh, holding her tight against the bench, bending her knees in an obscene, inviting way. The girl experimented with her bonds, tugging at them, then trying to move her legs a little. It was impossible. The guard knew his business all too well.
Kathy was starting to understand what was about to happen when Fred rolled in a small portable generator. It was a gray box mounted atop a rolling table. She tugged at the leather straps again, noticing that Lisolette had stopped groaning and screaming. Kathy twisted her head around and stared down at the box.
"Oh, these are so tight. All of them are so tight," Kathy complained.
"Not tight at all. In fact, I'm gonna make 'em just a little tighter to make sure you don't buck off this fuckin' bench."
"No, no!"
Jack pulled the straps more tightly through the rusty buckles, cinching the leather against her wrists. She struggled and wept, her shoulder-blades wallowing against the hard wood. All the while, those straps were chewing into her belly, her ankles and her wrists. She could only move her head from side to side, feeling her ass-cheeks flattening out against the work bench.
Jack said something about testing the sensitivity. What did he mean?
The men were handing him something, things they had retrieved from one of the white metal cabinets pushed against the wall. She could hear clanking sounds, metallic sounds that made her shudder. He produced some metal rings, big silver things that shone in his hand. There were small screw-like devices on them, devices he twisted until they were opened partially.
"Now, we'll see just how far you jump, girl."
Kathy watched as he dropped the first screw down on her nipple, opening it and fitting the edge around the stiffening nub. She groaned, her chin pressed against her upper chest as she watched. He was twisting it shut, twisting the screw more and more until the iron was pinching her nipple. Kathy threw back her head and bawled, her spine arching while her shoulders wallowed against the small bench.
Jack repeated the same action with her left nipple, screwing down the ring until he had crushed the long, turgid nipple. Never before had she felt this kind of pain in her nipples! The girl couldn't stop screaming.
"You haven't felt pain yet, believe me," Jack said, obviously pleased with the girl's reaction.
"Oh no, no more, mercy! Please, mercy!" Kathy cried out, wondering what it took to make this madman stop torturing her.
There were more sounds, shuffling sounds that finally cut through the red fog of agony that covered her. Blinking the hot tears from her eyes, Kathy raised her head a few inches from the bench and saw the men unraveling a series of black wires and clamps from the back of the portable generator. Both screws now were pulling to either side of her body, distending her high-riding tits. The tingling sensation created by the tight metal made the young girl wrinkle up her forehead, wondering why on earth she was feeling something this pleasurable while the pain still throbbed through her tits.
Then Jack showed his true colors, attaching two clamps to the rings, then bringing down two more and brushing them over her cunt-lips. Kathy shook her head, staring wide-eyed at the big guard. No. He wouldn't! He couldn't do something that horrid to her! She pitched on the small bench, jerking her arms, her muscles bulging against her sweaty flesh. In another second she could feel the cold metal against her cunt-lips. Jack played with her for a few moments, pushing the clamp halfway into her cunt as if he were going to fuck her with it.
Kathy let out a throaty moan, heaving her hips up and jerking them from side to side. He was pushing the second clamp in now, twisting the two of them around while letting the black plastic wires brush against her clit. Kathy shook her head more violently, her teeth chattering with fear.
Jack smiled at her reaction, opening the first clamp, then letting the tiny teeth nibble into her right cunt-lip. Kathy held her breath until her eyes swam, her pussy throbbing with obscene pain and pleasure. Next came the second clamp, this one attached much closer to her clit. The girl shuddered, feeling the tiny nub start to tingle.
Jack was down between her legs now, his hands spreading her ass-cheeks while he cocked his head to one side and squeezed one eye shut. Her ass-hole! He was aiming a thin metal wire at her ass-hole! She could feel the prickling sensation of the wire against her ass-hole. In another moment, the girl felt the thing snaking into her ass, threading its way deep into her bowels.
"Now, clamp the two together."
The men worked quickly, their pricks about to strain and tear through their trousers while more wires and clamps passed between them.
Lisolette came to life once more when Fred fastened two rusty clamps to her nipples. The girl shrieked, tossing her head from side to side while her body bounced on the overhead chains. Fred ran the wires down, screwing them to the big rings distending Kathy's nipples.
Jack worked on the French girl's cunt, attaching two clamps to her pussy-lips in spite of the young girl's wild, pleading cries. These he ran to Kathy's cunt, attaching them carefully, then stepping back to admire his handiwork. The girls were wired to one another, Kathy directly to the portable generator.
"Okay, get away from 'em."
The men moved reluctantly away, rubbing their crotches. One of the guards had already unzipped his trousers and was playing with his prick. Others followed while Jack turned the machine on. Immediately, Kathy could hear a low humming sound fill the room. She froze, staring up at the wriggling Lisolette, her eyes closing while her lips murmured in prayer. Never, never had she been this afraid before. They were going to electrocute them!
"No, dear sweet Jesus, no!" Kathy muttered.
Her shoulders ached while the straps around her wrists and ankles seemed to tighten even more. She could feel the slippery slide of her flesh against that restraining leather as she waited for the inevitable. And then ... and then the girl felt it, felt the first faint pulsing of the current. It made her stiffen, waiting for the inevitable shocking pain she was sure would follow.
But something else was happening, something that completely surprised the girl. There was no pain-at least yet. There was instead an oddly pleasing itchy pulse tickling into het body. It was as if Jack were tickling her pussy with a hot feather while childishly sucking on her sensitive nipples.
Even the wailing Lisolette had suddenly quieted with this new feeling, for Kathy knew the girl was feeling the same current soaring through her body. Jack had hooked them up that way purposely. The French girl wriggled a little, her body twisting against the chains while her nipples and tits began to swell. Kathy let out a low sigh, against her will.
"I knew the little bitch would like it, just like her friend."
Jack moved his fingers over the dial again, twisting it up to another setting. There was more sensation now-more tickle with a kind of prickling sensation that added spice to what was happening. Kathy groaned, moving her sweaty ass and feeling the slippery slide of her swelling cunt-lips. She was starting to feel excited, terribly aroused as that electricity was starting to stimulate her body in earnest.
More juice was starting to ooze from her little unplowed pussy. Kathy could feel it, feel the hot dampness spreading like an erotic dew all through her cunt. Her pussy-walls were growing dark red and slick while tiny droplets of cunt-juice dotted the curled tips of her blonde pussy thicket. Even the insides of her thighs were feeling hot-just as if some hot tongue were licking up them, stretching and reaching for her cunt. Kathy blushed furiously at the thought.
Was Lisolette feeling the same thing? Kathy blinked her eyes clear again, staring up at the twisting, writhing girl. Yes, she could see from the blonde's movements that she was experiencing the same delightful, forbidden pleasure that coursed through her own body. But poor Lisolette, hanging that way, her spine cracking with every move. At least Kathy was on the bench on her back.
"Oh, Kathy, this electricity, it's good, non?"
Kathy was afraid she was going to short the machine with all her cunt-juice flowing like a hot, molten river of lava. She was so wet down there, so very wet and hot! It was almost as if her cunt were burning up with delight while the electricity made her nipples and ass-hole throb. She tightened her cuntal muscles, feeling the nibbling of those clamps all the more. There was pain here-pain that somehow was sharp-edged with a biting pleasure. Kathy gasped, not able to understand what was happening to her. All the girl could know was that it felt good, terribly good.
"Uhhhh ... huhhhhhh!"
Jack turned the switch up another notch. This time the girl let out a scream of pain, feeling as if someone had just punched his fist into her cunt. The pleasure was gone-at least for a while. Now she jerked and jumped spasmodically against the bench, her arms and legs pulling violently against the restraints. Lisolette was shrieking above, her body jumping and twisting, making the chains rattle noisily.
"No, no, ahhhhhhh!"
It felt as if someone were chewing on her nipples, biting down until she thought they would bleed. Kathy screamed again and again. It was more than a body could take. She clenched and unclenched her fingers while her skin seemed to spark and sputter with searing electricity. Above her, Lisolette was shrieking, her spit and cunt-juice dripping down onto Kathy's body while more howls of pain ripped from her throat.
"No, stop! You're killing meeeeeee!" the French girl cried.
Kathy wagged her tongue out, spit standing on her purpled lips like diamonds as she struggled against the straps again. Her body seemed bloated, swollen, pressing against the straps until they threatened to tear loose as she jiggled and jerked. She farted constantly, the farts threatening to dislodge the wire deep in her shitter. An odd buzzing sounded in her ears.
Lisolette was beside herself, making nothing more than wild animal sounds as she jumped and jerked on the wires. Kathy could feel the bench sliding around under her, the result of her violent moves. There didn't seem to be one muscle she could control now. The electricity that rushed through her body had taken over now, tearing through her muscles, making them spasm while her cunt seemed to fry under its power.
Kathy nearly swallowed her tongue as the current shot through her body. She could feel her bones aching while the buzzing sound in her head turned into a loud, deafening ringing sound. Her nipples were swollen, so sensitive to the touch. Crying out again, she let out a shout, feeling her clit start to burn and shrink back.
Oh, God in heaven, she was starting to feel something like a climax race through her body! The pain was doing something to her, putting her on edge, making her shudder and shake as she jerked and bounced against the bench.
Something hot and wet hit the side of Kathy's face. She could see white streaks in the air. Someone was cumming. One of the guards was cumming, shooting his wad! Kathy laughed hysterically, Tier cries mixing with the wailing despair of Lisolette as she twisted and writhed.
Jack cranked the dial another point higher. Kathy's face, was a blur now as she twisted and bounced against the bench. She couldn't control herself. She pissed and farted, her piss shorting out the clamps at times and creating blue arcs that bit into her blood-engorged clit. She stared at the ceiling, her breathing interrupted by the electricity while Lisolette's shrieks seemed like knives cutting through the air. It was all she could do to keep her sanity as the blonde French teenager threatened to tear her own limbs from her body in her wild thrashing.
Jack pulled his pants down, his ten-inch cunt-killer hard and taut. Kathy caught sight of his prick and smacked her lips. Could she actually be thinking about doing something with that ... that thing? Could she want him to fuck her as he had fucked her in the ass before? What was the electricity doing to her?
"Nooooooo!" Kathy cried.
Jack shut the machine down with a swift move of one hand. Kathy felt as if she had fallen from a chair. Suddenly the current that had torn through her body was gone, removed as if by magic.
Lisolette still shrieked and jerked, even when the men removed the clamps and tore her down from her manacles. Fred was on top of her at once, hitting her face again and again with his fist while kneeing her and sticking his cock into her cunt. He was fucking her, drilling her pussy without mercy as Kathy watched and envied the girl. Lisolette, already deranged by the killing amperage, probably wasn't feeling a thing. Her mind was elsewhere while Fred continued to fuck her brutally.
"Your turn," Jack said.
He grabbed her hair, yanking it until Kathy opened her mouth. She had heard about girls sucking cock. But this was the first time she was exposed to it. She gagged, feeling the hot, heavy, meaty cock-head pass between her lips and sink into her throat. Gagging, fighting for air, Kathy felt her cunt burning. Oh, if only he would stick his prick there! She didn't care about losing her cherry. She wanted that big cock between her shivering white legs, not down her throat where it was now. She could feel the thick, slimy thing sliding past her tonsils while his balls pillowed against her chin. Her lips felt as if they would tear, and her jaw ached from the pressure.
Fucked. Mouth-fucked. It was all she could do to keep from retching as Jack crammed his prick into her mouth again and again, his fingers pressing against her skull. She could taste the flat, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum as it oozed from his piss-slit and coated her mouth.
Jack threw back his head like an animal, his eyes shut tight while his nostrils flared. Then he sat down on her face, drilling his cock-meat down deep into her throat.
Kathy gagged, strangling on the white-hot jizz. She screamed, twisting against her bonds, feeling her cunt going into spasms with nothing there to fill it. It was raw cumming, her pussy clasping wetly at thin air while her ass-hole farted once more.
Jack slowed his pumping action, moving his thighs from side to side while smoothing his fingers along the sides of her face. Lisolette and she had performed well. Kathy knew that, and knew she would be given a fine report.
Smiling grimly after the guard had pulled his prick from her mouth, she thought of the days ahead and felt a wave of fatigue pass over her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I understand you're still a virgin."
Kathy had no idea why something like that should sound so filthy coming from the matron's mouth. But it appeared to be more of an accusation than a compliment or even just a statement.
"Yes."
"I'm surprised, I truly am," Ms. DuPont said, sitting on the edge of her large desk. There seemed to be a softer side to her now, one that nearly won the teenager over. Still, Kathy remained on guard, staring at the woman warily as she folded her hands in her lap. It had been nearly one week since her ordeal with Lisolette. The French blonde took time to recover. Again and again she asked Kathy why her cunt was so sore. Kathy was reluctant to tell her about the rape. Lisolette was so fragile, she thought, like fine porcelain. She wondered why the girl was here, but felt Lisolette would tell her when the time was right.
"Uh, why am I here, Ms. DuPont?"
Sabrina raised her eyebrows, smiling at the young girl.
"Curious, too. That's a good sign, not like some of the sheep I have to contend with here. Well, I've had good reports about you-from the matrons as well as from the guards."
Kathy blushed furiously. She just wondered what was on those papers Sabrina was shuffling through now. Did they talk about the way she jumped and jerked on the wires while they electrocuted her? Did they say something about the way she sucked Jack's cock, or the way he fucked her in her ass-hole? Did the matron report the way she reacted under the beating of the riding crop? Kathy closed her eyes, feeling weak. How much she had endured during those past few weeks, and there were so many more weeks to go!
"In any case, you seem to be catching on, and rather quickly. I like that in a girl," the woman said, reaching around and unpinning her hair.
Kathy swallowed a lump of fear, squirming in her seat and feeling her cunt start to warm and feel wet and runny. Why? Had she been so programmed that the slightest threat, the slightest provocation set her off? She slipped to the front of her chair, surreptitiously sliding her fingers under the hem of her coarse skirt and squeezing off a climax. She only raised one eyebrow, nearly laughing as she pulled a fast one off right in front of the headmistress.
Ms. DuPont was shaking her hair free, running her long, slender fingers through the silken black strands while staring up longingly at the ceiling.
"People like you make my job more ... uh, shall we say, enjoyable. Now, follow me. You don't have to worry," she said, seeing Kathy's apprehension. "None of the matrons will be following us. I do have some authority around here."
Kathy wasn't sure if she should be pleased or more frightened than ever. Where were they going? Why was the woman acting so confidentially toward her? Sabrina led the way, giving Kathy the freedom of not following. But where indeed could she run? She kept her head bowed slightly, not daring to look up as they left the building and entered an open area.
"It's cool outside. I enjoy that, don't you?"
Kathy muttered something, terrified of what would surely follow. Ms. DuPont didn't normally make small talk. She wasn't that kind of woman. Kathy saw Sabrina was walking toward a smallish two-story building. The woman fished a chain from her front pocket, opening the wooden green door and stepping to one side. She motioned for Kathy to enter.
Reluctantly, the girl peered in, wrinkling her nose at the smell. There was a musky odor, a smell as if nothing living had moved through this doorway for centuries. The air was thick and heavy, and Kathy found it difficult to draw a breath.
"Yes, I know it's stuffy. But the air will rush in soon. Please, step in."
Kathy noticed at once the floor was covered with hay. The dust rose and made her sneeze several times as she shuffled through the dark. Sabrina was behind her, walking slowly as the girl moved through the looming shadows. There was danger here. She could smell it, smell it as the woman hovered over her. Suddenly Kathy felt something rough slip around her throat. She screamed, her hands jerking up while her fingertips felt wildly along what seemed to be leather.
"Now, we go to the more esoteric forms for people like you," Sabrina said coldly.
Kathy shouted again, her fingers curling around the choking collar. She could feel Sabrina attaching something to the collar, tugging back at her for a moment, then releasing her. To her surprise, Kathy swung up from the floor, her feet kicking and dangling while the collar pressed tightly against her windpipe. In a second she realized she was hanging, choking to death the way men did years ago.
She screamed, her cry barely escaping over her lips as she brought her fingers down between her throat and the leather and pulled as hard as she could. Her head spun, the room growing dark while her head buzzed from the lack of oxygen. Someone was gripping her ankles, swinging her around, pushing her feet up until something slipped about her legs. Immediately, the pressure was taken off the collar.
Shaking herself back to full consciousness Kathy looked around, fright numbing her brain. There stood Sabrina, her full black hair hanging limply around her bare shoulders now as she stood there naked except for a tight-fitting pair of black lace panties snugged up against her cunt. Kathy couldn't believe it! She stared helplessly, then realized she had more to concern herself with than Sabrina's transformation. Two manacles were clamped around her ankles, supporting her lower torso while she managed to grip the chain that held the halter-like object choking her throat.
It had been carefully planned-the walk, the spring trap that hauled her choking to the ceiling while Sabrina worked quickly to slip her ankles into the manacles. Now the woman grabbed hold of a long pole, wielding it like a club. She swung at the young girl, hitting her on the ass, then jabbing it upward into the darkness above her. Kathy heard a clicking sound, then felt her head and upper torso plunge down, down toward the ground. She screamed, fearing she would fall the ten feet to the hay-covered floor.
Instead, she hung there upside down, her hair sweeping over the filth while Sabrina threw the pole away and started turning a winch.
Kathy felt herself rising slowly, rising until she was about three or four feet from the floor. She tried raising herself from the ground, but found her muscles just couldn't do it. Sabrina was more than up to the task of handling her. Kathy was impressed.
"Now, we can have some fun-much more than the guards can give you, dear."
Sabrina was always fast. She wasted no time in pulling off the girl's dress, stripping her entirely and looking with interest at her young body. Nodding, the woman backed away, returning quickly with a handful of frightening-looking devices. Scattering them on the floor, Sabrina looked thoughtfully at them all, picking up two long steel clamps with rope and snapping them quickly onto Kathy's sore nipples.
"Uh!"
"Yes, yes, I know what happened in the shack," Sabrina said impatiently, tugging the ropes taut and pulling Kathy's tits out from her chest. "That was the other day. You must live for each day, separate from the others."
Kathy chewed down on her pouty lower lip, feeling the woman pulling the rope out and up until her tits were stretched out from her body. The clamps bit cruelly into her sore nipples, tearing at the pink rubbery tit-flesh while Sabrina twisted the ropes around her toes.
Next came thick line, nearly three-quarters of an inch thick. This she wrapped first around Kathy's right wrist then her left, drawing the two together and binding them with a double figure-eight.
Kathy winced but managed not to cry. It was only when Ms. DuPont drew her body backward until it formed a U that the girl screamed. Sabrina was twisting her around, just as the men had twisted Lisolette in the shack. Sabrina was dreadfully strong, cursing under her breath as she sweated and panted and managed to get the struggling girl bent backward until her ankles were even with her wrists. Sabrina was magnificent, cursing every time Kathy groaned while slipping one length of rope around both her bound wrists and ankles. That was all she needed. With two wraps and a slip knot, the woman had bound Kathy like a small calf. The girl bawled, feeling her spine crack while something popped in both shoulders. Her tits hung down, the nipples still pinched cruelly by those awful clamps.
"Now, we see how bad you were. I can always tell from the way they howl."
What on earth did Sabrina have in her hand? It was a paddle, but not like one Kathy had ever seen in her life! There were thick rubber studs protruding from both ends, the handle wrapped in black leather. Sabrina put one finger thoughtfully against her chin, staring up at the grimacing young teenager with a grin. Sabrina moved behind, rubbing the paddle against the backs of her thighs, making Kathy tremble in wild anticipation. Why, oh why were her cunt-lips covered with the slick cream bubbling up from her pussy? It was just as it had been in the office. Fear and anticipation had done something to her. And her hot, creaming pussy was the result.
"Uh ... owwwww!"
Sabrina brought the paddle down hard across Kathy's right thigh, the pointy rubber knobs biting into her flesh.
"No, no, no more, no ... owwwww!"
Kathy screamed as she felt the awful paddle on her firm ass. She could feel her skin splitting from the harsh beating it received. Ms. DuPont grinned hellishly, pleased to hear the girl's wild cries and moving around only to bring the belt down a third time.
"You should have had a few spankings when you were younger," Sabrina said, laughing as the girl wailed with the heat and pain of each blow.
Again, Sabrina cocked her arm and spared no effort in laying the paddle heavily against the girl's ass. Kathy bawled again, shaking her head, feeling the painful tug of her body weight against her arms and bent-back legs while her spine popped again and again. The rain of paddling blows made her flesh redden until it literally glowed scarlet in the dim light.
Kathy screamed again, feeling the purple welt rising, discoloring her lightly tanned flesh. The heat shot through her body, warming her pussy while her clit burned with an ecstasy Kathy found shameful. She felt her cunt-lips rubbing against one another as the belt crashed down once again against her upper thigh. By now her cunt-lips were swollen with blood, trembling and rubbing against one another maddeningly while cunt-juice trickled teasingly through her cuntal thicket.
The paddle landed again and again. Each blow seemed harder, more agonizing than the one before. Each welt throbbed hotter, the stinging more intense, concentrated. The hiss of the awful paddle made her skin crawl while the dry smacking sound reminded Kathy of a pistol going off. Again and again the awful thing made contact with her hot ass, reddening the skin while the girl jerked and jiggled against her restraints.
"No, uhhhhh!"
Kathy felt her mind fog over as she felt her cunt melting. She was butter, collecting in some ecstatic pool while those awful, wonderful hot blows drove her farther and farther up the hill toward climax. She felt her cunt heating up while her nipples throbbed against the steel clamps.
It was at that point that Sabrina stopped, jabbing one end of the paddle against the girl's cunt, then throwing the thing down.
"You've had enough of this."
Kathy heartily agreed. Her ass was raw from the constant beating, and her shoulders felt as if they'd been dislocated. She was one throbbing mass of agony with a sharp edge of pleasure spasming through her.
She felt Ms. DuPont unfastening the rope holding her wrists to her ankles, letting her flip down and hang once again by her ankles. But there would be something else this time. Kathy was shamefully close to orgasm. She felt her body shivering, trembling like a taut, plucked golden wire while flames licked deliciously up and down her rippling thighs. Her ass-cheeks dimpled rhythmically as she started to cum, humping her pussy against thin air.
And then her entire body convulsed. She started to squeal, her body growing stiff as a mini-orgasm gripped her cunt. Pussy-juice bubbled out, frothing from her jagged cunt-slit and rushing down her belly. Kathy gasped and moaned, her arms swinging back and forth.
"So, your needs are nearly as strong as mine, eh, Kathy? That's good, very good."
Ms. DuPont was nearby, pressing her body against Kathy's. The girl liked that. She enjoyed the warmth of the woman's flesh against her loins. Then the girl realized that the contact was making her hot again. She trembled and breathed heavily, her nipples tightly puckering and sending red-hot messages of excitement coursing through her. Her tit-tips felt like small buttons of fire, aching to be touched, to be rubbed, to be sucked. She wanted to beg Sabrina to touch her in some obscene way. But the words stuck in her throat.
It was when she felt something soft and warm and wet engulf her cunt like a delightful flower that Kathy knew she didn't have to ask Sabrina for anything. The woman was giving it to her, wrapping her fingers around her red-striped buns while inserting her tongue carefully between her aching cunt-lips.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!"
Kathy closed her eyes, shivering as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. How good it felt having that wonderful tongue snaking between her bloated cunt-lips, touching all the secret, sensitive spots that throbbed and pulsed in her pussy. Kathy swayed on the restraints, enjoying the soft, wet touch of the woman as she started licking deep, deep into her hot, wet virgin pussy.
"Oh, you're sweet, very, very sweet and very hot," Sabrina cooed.
Kathy's body was burning with the woman's touch, her cunt blooming like an exotic flower. Sabrina spread her pink pussy-lips, exposing the dark-red throat of her cunt. At the same time, she felt Sabrina wriggling a finger into her pussy, making her buck even more while hanging there upside down. Oh, how she wished she could touch the woman, feel what it was like having a cunt pressing against her face.
But Ms. DuPont kept her hanging in that awkward position, her hands still bound behind her while the woman fucked her tongue deeper and deeper. She could feel the woman's mouth going wild on her cunt, kissing the aching cunt-lips, then sucking deep until Sabrina was gurgling on her cunt-juices.
As Ms. DuPont sucked violently at the girl's hot cunt, Kathy felt something else, something that was shocking and delightful at the same time. The matron was pushing another finger into her ass-hole, wriggling it up while still finger-fucking her pussy at the same time. Oh, it was wonderful, feeling her body fucked in two different places! And all the while, Sabrina was lapping at the juices bubbling from her cunt-slit, at times joining the fucking finger and dipping into her hot fuck-hole. "Nooooo!"
Kathy felt her pussy tingling, climax about to sweep over her yet again. Her cunt-lips spasmed, grew more and more bloated while the pulse roared through her head. She was close, so very, very close. Sabrina could tell this and moaned into the girl's throbbing wet cunt.
"Ummmmmmmhhhhhh!"
Kathy cried out as if she had been stabbed by a maniac. The vibrations echoed through her pussy, shaking her clit until it started to burn and sputter with climax. Ms. DuPont was finger-fucking her in earnest now, twisting two and three fingers in the girl's pussy while jabbing the fingers of her other hand knuckles-deep into her ass. Kathy wept and screamed, bucking as best she could when the spasms finally hit her cunt. One explosion after another ripped through her tight hot pussy.
Sabrina kept her mouth glued to the girl's pussy, drinking in the juices while more and more spasms rippled through the dangling young teenager. Again and again she fucked in her tongue, wriggling the pointy tip against the slick cunt-walls as the girl came and came and came.
When it was over, Kathy hung there limply, feeling as if every ounce of strength she'd had was gone. Sabrina even looked exhausted for the moment, barely having the strength to untie Kathy's bonds and let the girl slump to the floor.
"Yes, you'll be a fine graduate, Kathy. I think you'll be our star pupil when we get through with you."
The young girl sobbed, covering her face in shame.
CHAPTER SIX
Lisolette avoided Kathy for some time. The young teenager wondered if stories had gotten out about her and the matron. The girls didn't particularly like others who were singled out for special treatment. But as it turned out, the young French girl found it difficult to talk about her ordeal, her rape. She remembered bits and parts of the whole affair, especially when one of the guards had ripped her down from the ceiling and raped her.
"I ... I couldn't fight back. He had me on the floor and then ... and then I could do nothing. It was so horrible," Lisolette said, covering her pretty face with both hands.
It was shortly after dinner three days after Kathy had endured the session with Ms. DuPont. She had heard nothing else from the matron, or any of the others for that matter. Lisolette was assigned kitchen duty with Kathy and finally broke her silence. Kathy looked nervously over her shoulder. Yes, the matron was nearby. But she was busy talking with a female guard. The girls could continue their conversation softly, with their backs turned to the two monstrous women.
"I couldn't help you," Kathy confessed, piling the clean dishes on a small wooden rack. She cleaned several pots, noticing one or two of the girls moving behind her like robots. "They had me tied, too."
Kathy remembered that session, remembered it with a feeling bordering on the pleasurable. She sometimes woke up at night drenched in sweat, her cunt hot, swollen and throbbing as she had dreamed of the male guards and how they had hung and beat her. She especially remembered Jack, and that long thick cock of his. How she would love to have that big cock rummaging around her cunt, splitting her open while she bucked and writhed like a bitch in heat.
It was then she knew she was changing, becoming one of them.
Only a few weeks ago she never would have had such vile thoughts. But now ... now Kathy could think of nothing else but violent sex. She dreamed it, breathed it, trembled when thoughts like those drifted across her mind. Staring now at Lisolette she could remember how the teen looked dangling from the ceiling, her tits distended by the wire while her belly rippled as electricity burned through her pussy.
"Is something wrong?" Lisolette asked.
"Uh, no, no, just a headache. That's the least of my problems," Kathy laughed, glancing over her shoulder again and making sure they were still alone.
Lisolette smiled a thin, wan smile, stopping her drying and reaching deep into one of the dress's pockets. She pulled out some candy, forbidden at the school, and handed one to Kathy.
The girl nearly cried out with joy, quickly taking the small sour ball and unwrapping the clear cellophane. She rolled the candy in her mouth and began plotting. It was time she escaped from here. Surely there could be nothing more she could learn from these awful people. They had taught her more than enough to ruin her life. What did she need with more pain and horror?
"Candy, eh? You thought you could hide something like that from me?"
It was the wicked Evelyn cuffing Lisolette, twisting the girl's arm behind her and up until her face blanched with pain. Kathy nearly jumped from her skin, backing away while swallowing the hard sour ball. The matron glanced at her while the other woman rushed quickly to the sloppy sinks. Lisolette was on her hand and knees now, her eyes watery with tears of pain while Evelyn still twisted her wrist up until it was even with her skull. The French girl was down on the floor now, gasping and gurgling with pain, her forehead nearly touching the dirty wet tiles.
"Please, uh ... let me go!"
Kathy started to move forward then stopped. She still couldn't do it, break the mental chain the matron and the others had slipped around her. She was afraid to move, afraid of more pain and possibly imprisonment. But when Evelyn brought down the square heel of her black shoe against the back of Lisolette's head, something snapped in Kathy. Kathy screamed, picking up several of the washed dishes and flinging them against the matron's face.
Evelyn screamed, her face bloodying immediately as she let go of the French girl and staggered back. Some of the other girls screamed as well, watching in disbelief as Kathy picked up three more dishes and smashed them against the matron's skull. But women guards were staggering through the kitchen yelling and screaming, upending tables and chairs and vowing horrible vengeance. Somehow Evelyn managed to get to a nearby guard station, and she pulled the alarm. Immediately, loud clanging filled the room.
Kathy knew they were in for it. She helped the moaning Lisolette to her feet, leaning her against the sink.
In moments, two male guards came rushing in and quickly assessed the situation.
"So, you goddamned dykes aren't all that tough after all," Jack sneered, pushing back his cap and nearly laughing in Evelyn's bloody face.
"You just do your goddamned job!" Evelyn shouted.
Jack grinned, staring at the two trembling girls huddled together like frightened little animals.
"That's gonna be my pleasure," Jack said.
They took Kathy and Lisolette from the kitchen. When the French girl fell down, a guard dragged her by the arm until she scrambled about and regained her balance. Kathy marched ahead grimly as if going to her own execution. They were going back to the guard shack. There was a small group of girls marching in line to the right, shrinking away from the guards as they drew close.
Jack took Kathy to the side, pushing her roughly up the stairs and into the main reception room. He was about to say something when the phone rang. Another guard motioned him to the desk.
"Take her to the lab, and don't let her out until I come back," he ordered.
She was rushed through the big building and through a door she had never seen before. It was a laboratory, a large room with white walls. Shiny tables with stirrups and shackles permanently mounted to them stood in rows in the center. Huge flat reflectors backed light bulbs in the ceiling, making the windowless interior almost as bright as the daylight outside.
Kathy glimpsed a partially opened door with a name on it. She saw a large desk and rows of books. The lamp on the table looked strange. On closer inspection, Kathy saw it was a molded statue of a woman down on her knees being fucked by a stag. She shrank away, rubbing her upper arms briskly with her fingertips. Perhaps this would happen to her now. Perhaps they had put her here in order to fuck her. But why this ... this surgical suite?
Kathy turned and walked back into the bright room. Glass-fronted cases held cruel-looking instruments. But that was nothing new, she thought, sitting on the edge of a table. She had been here long enough to see more than her share of instruments that caused pain.
Looking closely, Kathy noticed that all the whips and devices looked used and lovingly cared for. Kathy's nostrils flared as she looked around a little more. A hand-cranked generator was mounted on one table. Yes, she knew what she was. Sadly, the girl stared about her and recognized all the instruments that had been used on her.
"Put her on the shock table."
Jack had burst in with another guard, Lisolette struggling and weeping and screaming between them. She looked balefully at Kathy as the men stripped off her dress and flung her onto the table. Kathy grimaced as they strapped the teenager like an animal, the iron cuffs holding her wrists and ankles down tightly.
Lisolette knew instinctively what they were going to do. She arched her spine as best she could, banging her skull again and again against the table as they attached two clamps to her cunt and two more to her tits.
Jack was quick this time, his face flushed.
"Ms. DuPont wants to make certain neither of you try this sort of thing again. Hitting those dykes, though they probably deserved it, wasn't the smartest thing you could do."
Jack put the generator between Lisolette's straining legs, clanging the machine hard against the porcelain surface. Lisolette looked down with bulging eyes, her nostrils flaring while her face wrinkled into a mask of sheer animal terror. With a sigh, she collapsed into a faint, her body growing limp. Jack cursed, reaching over with one hand and slapping her viciously until she came to.
When Kathy started to make a move, the redheaded guard Fred held her back, twisting her arms around until she fell to the floor, wincing in pain.
"Now, you'll have to pay the price for that little bit of stupidity there in the kitchen," Jack said to Lisolette.
"Please, God, please, I'll never do it again. It ... it was Kathy's fault! She made me do it. I'm innocent! Kathy made me do it!" she shrieked.
"Lisolette!" Kathy gasped.
Kathy couldn't believe her ears! Her friend was accusing her right in front of these savage men. They would kill her, she thought.
"See what fear of pain does? I've seen this time and again. It's too bad, Lisolette. You probably just lost a friend and gained nothing," Jack said with a rueful smile.
"No, no, she's guilty! I am not! Put her here! Put her on the table and let me go!" Lisolette babbled, jerking her head up and staring wide-eyed at the generator.
Jack ignored the hysterical French girl, gripping the handle of the generator and turning it slowly. A whining, grinding sound filled the small room while Lisolette jerked and writhed like a speared fish. Her mouth was wide open, terrible cries of anguish and agony escaping from her while the big man kept turning the crank again and again. She wept, flinging her head from side to side.
The guard stopped, watching the girl as she finally calmed. Kathy watched, paralyzed by Fred's big hand. She wondered what he would do if his balls were connected to that machine.
"Now, why don't you tell me the truth and admit you were to blame?"
"No, non, non!"
Lisolette's gaze shifted from Kathy to Jack and back to Fred. Kathy weighed the situation carefully. She could struggle and still try to help Lisolette. But the girl was betraying her, accusing her of her own crime so she could get off easily. Kathy felt incredible anger toward her friend.
Jack turned the generator again, Lisolette screaming and shrieking while her legs and arms pulled spasmodically against the heavy restraints.
"Here, you take the handle. You might be able to get more out of her, considering she's accusing you of her own crime."
Kathy smiled as she rose from the floor, shaking off Fred's cruel grip. Moving to the front of the table, she gripped the handle, meeting Lisolette's eyes with her own. The girl stared un-comprehendingly at Kathy, darting her eyes from one man to the other while shaking her head in wild disbelief. Kathy moved the handle experimentally, just a quarter-turn. Lisolette grunted, her head falling back to the table, her spine arching. Kathy looked at the head guard. He smiled almost affectionately at her. Both his hands were behind his back. Kathy squared her shoulders, feeling that anger wash over her once more as she revved the crank twice in a full circle.
Lisolette arched her spine, the strong spasm of her muscles jerking one clip from her cunt-lips. A blue spark jumped to the table as the clip hit. She bucked in the straps again, trying to tear away from the awful pain searing through her tortured body.
Jack leaned across to reconnect the wire. Kathy stepped back, watching as the big man slipped the clamp back onto the girl's pussy-lips, then motioned Kathy to step back and start turning.
She was betraying the other girls, she thought-a prisoner helping the guards. But she was angry with Lisolette. Taking the handle in both hands, she turned again and again, pushing out all guilty thoughts and feeling a hot, sexual feeling throbbing through her loins as she watched the girl jump and twist on the table.
"Eeeiii!"
Lisolette looked as if she might sail right through the ceiling. She strained against the leather straps, her body shuddering while she bucked and jerked crazily on the table. More blue sparks shot into her body as the girl screamed and shouted and yammered incoherently.
It was only when Jack put a restraining hand on Kathy's shoulders that she stopped cranking. Lisolette slumped back to the table with a sickening thud, a wisp of smoke rising from her burned cunt-hair.
"You see? All it takes it just a little of this," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the generator. "You might even turn out to be quite a matron-not like those dykes, I hope."
Kathy backed away from the generator as if it were a thing of filth, rubbing her fingers briskly over her arms while the other guards led Lisolette away. She could still hear the girl screaming and protesting as they shut the thick door behind them. Kathy leaned against the table while Jack watched her.
Fred returned in a moment.
"Get her on her knees on the table and chain her up."
"No, no! You heard Lisolette. I did nothing. I did nothing!" Kathy cried, backing against one of the big white cabinets.
Denials counted little at the school. She knew well enough not to fight the inevitable as Fred pushed her onto the table, then turned her around until she was on her hands and knees.
"Now we have someone who isn't so ... skittish about the things we do. Right, Kathy?"
Fred slipped the manacles easily about the girl's wrists, leaving her ankles free. Kathy knelt there, feeling the cold porcelain pressing against her knees. Lisolette had lain here only seconds ago, twisting and writhing while electricity bit into her cunt and tits. Kathy eyed the generator nervously.
But Jack didn't seem interested in that anymore. He moved around behind her, examining her well-whipped ass, tracing his fingertips around the welts still obvious on her lightly tanned flesh.
"I see the matron's singled you out for her special treatment. You're better than I thought. Looks like I'll have to give you some of my own before she turns you into one of them," Jack said.
"What? No, no...."
Fred seemed to know what to do, opening his khaki guard shirt and revealing his smooth, well-developed chest. He reached forward, caressing the girl's face while pushing his trousers down. Kathy saw his long skinny prick start to thicken, rising quickly until it was only inches from her mouth. The girl licked her lips, feeling the pressure of his fingertips against her jaw. Already, she knew what was expected of her.
"That's right, baby, ease that dick into your mouth," Fred whispered, his thumbs caressing her lips while he pushed his cock against her face.
Kathy blinked, feeling his wiry cock-bush tickling her nostrils and eyelids. He was toying with her at first, bringing his prick up against her nose and rubbing the drooling prick-head against her eye. Then, backing away slightly, he bent his knees and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Kathy swallowed, feeling the cock-lube oozing from his piss-slit almost immediately while Jack played with her ass and cunt. She wriggled her ass, feeling her ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching while more cock-meat slipped down her throat. Her cheeks puffed out while spit frothed from the corners of her cock-stretched lips.
She felt Fred pumping faster and faster, his leathery balls swinging up against her chin. He pressed harder against her skull, his excitement rising as perspiration dripped from his chin and out from under his thick-muscled arms. He moved his hands back, slapping her shoulders, then drawing his nails over her flesh cruelly, leaving long red marks on her skin. The pain added to the spice of having her cunt played with.
Kathy sighed, moving her head from side to side, feeling that big cock churning around in her mouth. She swallowed more of Fred's pre-cum, feeling him fucking his prick down into her throat.
Jack was climbing onto the table now. They were both going to use her! With a gasp, Kathy realized her virginity was about to be lost.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Let's make this real interesting," Fred said, pulling his prick from the blonde's hot sucking mouth and crawling down from the table.
Jack already had his mouth sealed to Kathy's dribbling pussy from behind, his tongue probing into her hot, convulsing fuck-hole.
The teenager thought she had died and gone to heaven. The way he was rimming her tight, rubbery cunt-lips, fucking his tongue in and out felt wonderful! Kathy teased back, her ass-cheeks jiggling and jouncing while the whip stripes burned from the sweat trickling over them.
Fred was rummaging around in the white cabinets, pulling out what appeared to be two large surgical instruments.
"They use these when they do bowel resections," Fred explained, holding up two large, heavy, scissor-like clamps whose blades were covered with thick tan rubber tubes.
Fred came up to her, opening both clamps and rubbing them against her dangling tits. She screamed, her cunt going into spasms as Jack touched the tip of her bloated clit with the tip of his tongue. She was so hot down there she thought she could hear the hissing of his spit evaporating from her clit.
Kathy held her breath, still on her hands and knees, her attention now directed toward the clamps in front of her. He was pinching her nipple with one of them. She tried yanking back, feeling the manacles holding her in place. A gasp escaped from her mouth as she felt the horrid clamps digging cruelly into her crushed nipple. Fred moved to the other tit and did the same, clamping the rubber down hard and firm against the protruding nipple. He was crushing her nipples with those surgical instruments, sending streamers of scalding pain rushing through her body and up into her brain. The smooth table grew damp with her perspiration as she slipped and slid on her own sweat.
Jack drew back from her juicy pussy for a moment, peering around her shuddering shoulders and taking note of what his buddy was doing. Kathy screamed helplessly, the pain registering firmly on her brain now that Jack's distracting tongue was gone from her cunt.
"Yaghhghghghghh!"
Kathy's pert ass bobbed up and down, the ass-cheeks jiggling and bouncing. Jack slapped one hand cruelly atop her rounded buns, milking and kneading them as Fred gripped her blonde hair and yanked her head back once more. Kathy opened her mouth to scream again, finding her throat filled with the guard's cock-meat once again.
Jack kept slapping her ass harder and harder, reaching down in his trousers and pulling out a small switchblade knife. Kathy was oblivious to what he was doing until she felt something shockingly cold against her throat. It was when
Jack held the blade up against her nose, the sharp end inches from her right eyeball that the girl realized what was actually happening.
"No, don't do that! Don't cut me!" she wailed when Fred pulled his prick from her mouth.
Fred watched with interest as Jack twisted the blade around, moving it down against her throat, then sliding it down until he was pressing the flat edge of the knife against her ass. Kathy lowered her head, biting her hp and wondering what he was going to do.
She felt the cold flat blade press against both ass-cheeks now, the tip of the knife prickling against one particularly painful welt. Kathy winced, her mouth opening while a gasp of air escaped over her front teeth. She looked straight ahead, seeing Fred's cock bobbing slickly in front of her as he rubbed her tits and twisted the surgical clamps around clockwise. She felt her tits twisting in a spiral, all the spongy tissues cramping and aching from the stress. She cried out, shaking her head violently, her long blonde hair sweeping over her whitened knuckles.
Letting her tits go, Fred jerked forward and buried his prick back into her open mouth.
"Mmfmfmfmmffffff!"
Kathy was terrified. She tensed her muscles, trying to conjure an image of what Jack was doing to her ass. She could see him tracing the round, full curves of her bare ass with the switchblade, licking his lips like a hungry wolf as he pricked at her wounds and made her flinch with the resulting pain.
Something else was happening, as well. Her stoked-up cunt was juicing harder than ever, making her so hot and wet back there! She was shaming herself, turning on while that horrid man tortured her. But the incredible flames of goodness licking up her tense thighs couldn't be denied.
"Unfnfnnffffff!"
He was rocking the blade now, pressing the tip against her clit. Kathy cried out, nearly biting down on the rodding prick in her mouth. She wanted to drop through the table, to feel something nudging her womb while she sucked hard on that fat cock fucking into her throat. It was all so good and so awful that Kathy thought she would die from fright and pleasure combined!
"Man, gonna ... uhhhh!"
Fred let out a sharp cry, his fingers nearly crushing her skull like an eggshell while warm streams of his jizz spattered into her throat.
Kathy coughed and gagged, not prepared for that sudden gush of cum. She pulled away, turning her head to one side and spitting out the mixture of spit and cum that had clogged her throat and nostrils. He came some more, his cum washing over her face now as he held his cock-head and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She was smeared with his slimy, hot cum, her chin dripping with it until her tangled blonde hair fell over her wide eyes.
"Man, she's a fuckin' mess," Fred commented, crawling down from the table.
"Yeah, but she's one helluva nice mess back here," Jack said, wiping his knife back and forth over her ass.
Kathy felt more of the blade now, able to concentrate fully on her pussy. She knew Jack enjoyed this immensely, torturing her and teasing her. Then Jack brought the blade around to her distended nipples, pricking them, making the girl shout and gasp, twisting her ass away from the finger touching it while that awful knife was threatening to shred her tits. Kathy began moving her cum-smeared lips silently, reciting all those childhood prayers she had put aside so many years ago. How appropriate they seemed right now.
"Get that ass up there!"
Fred watched while Jack dragged the blade across her buns a second time, then up her sweaty, dark ass-crack.
Just when she thought he was going to stab her ass, the big man withdrew the blade, spreading her cunt-lips widely apart with one hand while pushing in the point past her outer pussy-lips. Kathy's face slackened, her nostrils flaring.
He was going to tear away her cherry!
The young girl screamed, shaking her head from side to side while clawing helplessly against the iron cuffs holding her prisoner. The continued touch and chill of the blade against her cuntal walls sent more shocks of pleasure and horror through the teenager. She jerked her head up, tears and perspiration streaking her flushed cheeks as she howled and spat with terror. The stinging cunt-juice dribbling over the tiny cuts only added to the ache that plagued her clit.
"Ohhhh!"
He was probing well inside her pussy now, carefully twisting the blade until the tip was pricking her cherry. Kathy didn't dare move. Holding her pose, the girl trembled slightly, her head lolling while spit drooled from one corner of her mouth. He shoved the blade in, pulled it back slightly, then pushed it forward once more. Kathy couldn't help the gentle milking of her cuntal walls, a motion that made her slick membranes slit themselves slightly against the sharp blade.
Jack sucked in a deep breath then pushed forward, knifing through her cherry.
"Ooooh, God!"
Kathy thought she was going to die right then and there. The pain was horrible, searing her body and brain at the same time. She shook tremendously, feeling the sharp agony radiate to her arms, her knees, her stiff nipples, her toes. The girl managed to keep still while Jack finished his job, withdrawing the blade and throwing it to the floor.
Kathy turned her head, spotting the pink froth on the cold steel. She sobbed, knowing it was her virginity, her childhood gleaming there on the highly polished white tiles.
"I was gonna wait till those dykes took your cherry. Fuck. I'll worry about what they'll say later. It was worth it," Jack said, his voice husky and low as he kneaded her cute ass. "You're prime meat now, baby. Real prime, and I'm gonna have me a slice of it right now."
Kathy mouthed the word no, feeling that a good rest and retreat would be the proper, sane thing. But Jack wouldn't release her yet.
"Give the bitch a few tugs on the clamps, and then I'm gonna fuck her."
Fred more than willingly obliged, twisting the clamps around and stretching the girl's taut nipples even more. Kathy screamed, throwing her head back. She could feel the blind stabs of Jack's prick against her cunt-lips. The fat head of his prick slipped up into her wet cuntal crack, nudging against her clit, teasing the tiny organ until the girl was nearly mad with sensation. She threw her up-thrust ass around, bringing her legs together and bobbing her head up and down as the clamps on her dangling tits banged and clinked against one another. How her cuntal walls hurt, ached from the small slits made by the knife.
But Jack couldn't care less. He was leaning forward, placing his hands on her hips while bracing his cock-head against her cunt. Kathy groaned once more, letting her head dangle, waiting and secretly panting for the inevitable fuck. Against her will, she found herself moving her ass from side to side as if impatient for the fuck.
"That's it, baby, move that ass that way! Man, that's hot!"
He slapped her buns hard, spreading them apart while leaning heavily against her. Kathy felt him now, felt that thick prick pushing into her cunt-hole. He was pushing in hard, grunting with every inch of cock he managed to bury in her tumid, aching fuck-hole. Kathy let out another howl, wriggling as she felt that hot itch between her shivering thighs scratched at last! White-hot spasms raced through her clit, sparks of incredible delight exploding from the sputtering nub and prickling into her cunt. She could feel his hands against her sweaty buns as he grew more and more excited about fucking her.
"First man! Man, I ain't raped a fuckin' virgin in a long time," he panted.
"She's goin' for it, too! Christ, I wish I could get hard again and mouth-fuck this bitch," Fred said, running his fingers through his curly red hair and watching the girl rut before him. "Nooooo!"
Jack was at the point where her cherry had been. Kathy tensed, her cuntal walls squeezing shut while her pussy-lips clamped down. Jack slapped her hard against the back of the head, pushing in until the cunt-muscles finally gave way.
Kathy grunted, tears rolling down her face again as she felt his big hard cock fucking into her hot, runny cunt. It was so strange, feeling something that big and hard and hot penetrating her. Penetrating! What an awful, terrifying word. It was as if the thing were trying to take her over. Kathy let out a gaspy cry, her eyes rolling as she sensed the added heat of Jack's prick burning through her pussy.
Fucking was better than she could have imagined it! Slowly, gradually the young blonde teenager was getting used to having something that hard and long tugging at her cuntal meat. She felt all those awfully itchy and achy sensations between her legs being satisfied now. Sighing, the young girl let her head fall down again, her fingernails clawing at the porcelain table while the room seemed to grow blinding white in front of her. Tasting the residue of Fred's jizz as it rolled down the back of her throat, Kathy gasped happily, feeling wild and free and terribly, terribly sexy.
"So good!" she rasped.
It had to be all the beating. That had done it to her, turned her into a rutting bitch for these men.
"Hey, give the little bitch somethin' else to fuck with!" Fred called out, tossing something to his buddy.
"Yeah, this'll bring her off."
Kathy heard the conversation as if from the bottom of a well. Turning around, she peered over her shoulder and caught sighfof something long and fuzzy in his hand. Blinking her lust-laden eyes clear, she saw it was a rat tail file!
"No!"
The girl screamed, jerking forward and nearly pulling her cunt from Jack's fucking prick. Fred slapped her face, nearly knocking her senseless while Jack kept half his cock in her cunt and rubbed the file over her ass-cheeks. The girl screamed, her eyes widening as she felt the file pressing against her ass-hole. Kathy's voice shrieked higher, cracking while he shoved the harsh, awful cold thing into her shitter. The rough metal grooves tore and ripped at her ass-guts, making the girl cry out as the iron fucked two inches into her shitter. She thought surely he would destroy her with the thing, tearing her ass to shreds while his cock hammered again and again against her clit.
"Fuck it out, kid! That's the way, baby!" Jack said, twisting the file around and around, pulling it out when he tugged his prick from her sucking cunt-hole, shoving it in when he fucked in harder.
"Uhhhh!" Kathy grunted.
Jack was moving the file as if it were a prick rodding her shitter. Fiery jolts of agony blasted up her spine, burning her shitter and frying her brain while his cock fucked in and out of her hot cunt.
"Man, go for it!"
Jack was shaking the sweat from his eyes, fucking all the way into her cunt now while he fucked the rattail file deeper into her shitter. He pushed down, down, making the teenager bounce her ass savagely and jerk it one way and no the other to get it away from the rodding pain. It was then Jack would fuck his prick in harder, pressing it against her clit until Kathy was yelping and yowling like a cat in heat. He slid the file back and forth faster and faster, reddening her ass-hole.
The combined heat of her filed shitter and her overworked, sore cunt took its toll on the young woman. Jack fucked his cock in and held it there as he climaxed, groaning and twisting the file until Kathy thought he was going to pierce her belly with it! She screamed, her mind going blank as white-hot flashes exploded directly over her clit. She was all pussy, hot and wet and milking, her cunt snugging down on Jack's cum-shooting prick at least twice for every wad of jizz blasting into her.
"Take my jizz, bitch!"
Kathy's world blew to pieces as she shook and shivered, flames of incredible goodness licking into her cunt and ass-hole while Jack draped himself over her body and fucked for all he was worth.
How long it had lasted Kathy had no idea. When she came to her senses, Jack was already off the table, pulling up his trousers while Fred was loosening the manacles around her wrists.
"You can go now. I'll take you back," Jack said, throwing her dress in her face.
"Lisolette, too?"
"The two of you don't have to worry-probably, because of you. The matron's taken a imagine to you, and when that happens, special privileges abound. But," he said, raising a cautionary finger, "that means you pay a special price."
Kathy thought she knew what that meant, and she felt herself oddly excited. How strange! She was changing, and didn't even have to put out one ounce of effort to do it. Was it a good change? Kathy didn't know as she shuffled from the room, feeling exhausted but oddly pleased with herself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Ms. DuPont led Kathy from her small room down the corridor, the teenager knew there would be more for her to endure. But strangely enough, Kathy had discovered she'd been looking forward to another session. During the last few days, she had thought about nothing else but the way the guards had abused her, the way Jack had fucked her.
Even the strange matron made her breath quicken whenever she saw her walking straight-backed down the corridor, seemingly above everyone there. But Kathy knew better. She had seen Sabrina in action, her cunt creaming, her eyes burning with fuck-lust.
Now, following the striking woman, Kathy trembled, wondering what lay ahead for her.
"Some of the girls just can't be trained well here-here or anywhere, I guess," Sabrina began, motioning Kathy to move more quickly.
It was growing darker. Through the cathedral window, Kathy could see the sky growing a more orange and purple while rays over the nearby hills began to fade.
"Your friend Lisolette is one of those. She hasn't been behaving too well lately. Sulking, disobeying small orders, that sort of thing. I could ignore that kind of behavior. After all, Lisolette is not one of the brighter lights here," Sabrina said, her thin lips curling into a smile. "But since she's your friend, that puts her in a different light."
Kathy stopped, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. Was she going to be the cause of someone else's pain? The thought made her feel a little sick.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure she would have experienced the punishment we've got planned, one way or the other. You just precipitated it. Oh, yes, we're here."
Kathy stopped. They were standing in front of a gray door. Above the top molding was a small brass sign that said: "Laboratory Number 3." Kathy shivered. Laboratory! The word suggested all sorts of weird experiments.
Sabrina opened the door and gently pushed her in.
"Lisolette!"
Kathy didn't know why she was so shocked. Sabrina had more or less prepared her to see something awful. She had said something about the French girl's disobedience, although Kathy was sure it was a small infraction.
But this?
They had hung the girl by the wrists from an overhead pulley device, brown leather straps cutting into her wrists. Kathy could see small trickles of blood highlighted against her white flesh. There were nasty, ugly stripes all over her body-fresh stripes, indicating she had been recently whipped. Two large rings pinched into her nipples, distending her big tits so they hung down in two long teardrops against her heaving chest. And to add to the pulling weight of her body, someone had tied two heavy weights to her ankles.
Lisolette looked at Kathy, her eyes wide with terror and agony. She opened her mouth to speak, but could only let out a groan.
At first Kathy saw no one else in the large room. But then, she was too horrified looking at her friend hanging there, her body so tormented from the beating. It was when she saw movement to the right that the girl turned and saw the guard Fred holding a whip. His face was flushed with excitement while he stared at her. Kathy backed away, finding herself bumping into Ms. DuPont.
"You can see Lisolette has not been an ideal visitor here-disobeying the matrons, getting into fights with some of the girls. We even caught her trying to walk from the grounds," Sabrina said, cocking her head to one side and tapping her long fingers against her chin thoughtfully. "That's why I ordered this. It was her stupidity that offended me. Now, you're not such a little fool, are you Kathy?"
"No," the girl said loudly, shaking her head.
"Good. I didn't think so. Perhaps we should teach Lisolette a thing or two. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this, as well. Everything I devise here builds character, and one can always use a little strengthening in that department."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Kathy knew better than to ask. She was certain it had all been worked out earlier. It was when Jack walked in, wiping his hands on his trousers that she saw the plan fall into place. They were all talking to one another, keeping one another advised on the progress of each girl. They were going to gang up on her and Lisolette. They had already worked their way with the French girl, and were about to assault Kathy.
Kathy backed away, eyeing the hapless French teenager, then bolting around Ms. DuPont.
"Fred, you enjoy her," Sabrina said, backing away, then slowly moving up toward Lisolette.
She took the whip from the redhead's hand, nudging Lisolette's stretched tit with the handle, then tapping the leather strips against her ass.
Kathy moved to one side, looking pleadingly at Jack to help her. Surely there had to be some compassion in him. She thought she had glimpsed a glimmer of it at the guard shack. But he did nothing, stifling a yawn with one hand while fishing out a pack of cigarettes with the other. Fred was on her in a second, bringing her down to the floor as she fought against him. It was when she scratched at his face that he turned particularly violent. Scrambling up, he pummeled the girl with opened hands, bringing his right foot down and crashing the toe into Kathy's belly. "Ommmmmfffffff!"
It was extraordinarily painful, that blow making the girl roll over several times while clutching her belly and gagging from the agony. She screamed again, her legs kicking wildly in the air when he grabbed her hair and started pulling her like a sack across the floor.
Kathy twisted and writhed, jerking her arms back and clawing wildly at the offending fingers. She thought she had been singled out for "special" treatment. But that obviously didn't mean she would be handled any more gently. The teenager let out another cry, struggling against the big guard while she felt another slap against her cheek. He was hitting her with a closed list, his knuckles bruising her chin and making her scream with more pain. The sounds of dry smacking told Kathy someone was beating Lisolette once more. And when she heard the girl's shrieks, she knew it for certain.
It was little surprise when Kathy felt Fred tearing off her dress. She had become accustomed to this already. Being stripped naked in front of the guards or matrons was something to be expected. But she wasn't prepared for what followed next. Sabrina had whipped Lisolette until the hanging girl was too pained and exhausted to respond well. Bored, Sabrina called out to the guard and threw back the whip.
"Here, she has more life in her than this one now," Ms. DuPont said with a grin.
Fred laughed, taking the whip and bringing it around to Kathy's face.
"See this, cunt? This is gonna make you look like that piece of shit-meat hangin' over there," Fred said, pushing his face against hers.
Kathy shrank back, covering her nipples with both hands and looking for some sign of pity. Fred gave her no quarter, bringing the whip down to within four inches of her ear. The hissing sound of the leather cutting through the shadows terrified her. She shuffled backward, bending slightly at the waist. "Ow!"
Fred brought the whip down a second time, this time stinging the young girl's ass. Kathy squawked, turning around and starting for the door. Fred jerked the whip around her ankles, curling the leather tightly and pulling, upending the screaming girl. Kathy tumbled to the floor, her tits pillowing under her chest while she reached forward with both hands and started clawing against the cement. The whip came down again and again, hissing and popping against her ass-flesh as she screamed from the pain and still tried to escape. Lisolette was squirming on the ropes, straining from her bound position as she cried and whimpered at the horrid sound of the beating leather.
Kathy cried out again, feeling the knotted leather tips chewing into her thigh. Her legs flew apart instinctively from the hot blow, and she started pissing on herself. Fred took notice and laughed, calling everyone's attention to the frantic teenager.
"She shouldn't soil herself, let alone this room. There's much to teach this little bitch,"
Sabrina said with an imperious tone.
Again the whip bit. Again the heat curled into her pussy like a hot licking tongue, making her knees snap together. Kathy saw it was happening again. Once more she was starting to feel that perverse delight, that joy of sexuality mixed with pain. Again she tried crawling away from it, pulling her body toward the door. But it was growing harder and harder to move. She felt her body coming alive to the cracking of the whip, her heart beating wildly, and her cunt was growing so very hot and tight.
"Uhhhh!"
Fred kicked her in the ribs, forcing her onto her ass, then bringing down the whip in light, stinging strokes near her cunt. He had doubled the instrument, carefully aiming the leather to the right, then to the left of her rising clit. The girl yelped and jerked, her legs kicking out and up while her arms flailed to either side of her body. He was going to ruin her there. He was going to make sure no man or woman could ever enjoy her cunt again.
Kathy shrieked, bringing her hands down and cupping them over the swollen hot musky cunt. Again Fred's blows came, and the girl turned over and flattened herself on her belly once again. She couldn't resist curling her fingers into her puffy hot cunt-meat, stretching her cunt-lips stickily apart and letting her jagged fingernails dig deliciously, painfully into her pussy-meat.
Fred guessed what she was doing and swore more heartily, swinging the whip again and snapping it against her ass.
"Damned slut! She's almost as bad as that one over there," Fred said, shaking the sweat from his face while his buddy calmly lit a cigarette.
"Is it time for the chairs yet?" Jack asked Sabrina, blowing out a long blue stream of smoke.
"No, not yet. Let Fred ... uh, tenderize her a little."
The big red-headed guard was demanding, arrogant and cruel. He had carte blanche and was taking advantage of it. Fred brought one booted foot onto her ass, digging the filthy toe into the hot crack of her ass and rubbing it back and forth until it was pressing against her ass-hole. Kathy squawked, her eyes rounding as she jerked and twitched, crawling like a snake on the ground.
She reached the door, her hands stretching up, every sinew of her body aching and throbbing as she tried to grab hold of the doorknob. Fred brought the whip down against her knuckles, whipping the leather cruelly against her wrists and fingers until the girl thought he had broken every tiny bone in her hand. She crashed screaming to the floor, drawing her hands under her body and feeling as if she would faint at any second.
"Uh, no!"
He was on top of her, his knees digging into the backs of her legs, his prick sliding over her ass-cheeks. He had slipped the whip under her chin and now had it drawn tightly against her throat. Kathy gagged, feeling the leather instrument choking the wind from her while his cock nudged against her ass-hole. Not again! Oh, God in heaven, he was going to fuck her in the ass and strangle her at the same time!
"Man, too much ... uhhhhh!"
She could feel something hot and slimy squirt all over her ass. It was Fred's jizz, gushing out while he slopped his cock in and out of her ass-crack. Each time he came, the big man pulled back on the whip harder, choking more air from the girl. Kathy's eyes bulged out, her nostrils flaring while her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. She tried screaming, but nothing came out. The young girl struggled helplessly under the twisting weight of the guard.
The whip was tightening even more, digging into her flesh as she coughed and gagged. Her tongue slipped out, growing dark and swollen while dots of cold perspiration broke out on her forehead. Kathy felt light and buzzy, her mind growing dim as the final globs of jizz spattered onto her naked ass. It was then when Fred let loose, sliding the whip from her throat and climbing off the defeated teenager. Kathy drew her knees up into a fetal position, coughing and gagging as she gasped for air to feed her bursting lungs.
"You through gettin' off on the little slut?" Jack asked, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
He had enjoyed watching Fred attack Kathy. They all had. Even Lisolette seemed oddly calm as she hung there like a piece of meat.
Kathy stared up at the girl and remembered how she had tried accusing her of all sorts of things. In this place, she thought, nothing mattered but yourself. Well, she had learned that well enough, and she would show the others she was a better pupil than they thought.
Jack was lowering Lisolette to the floor now, turning the winch slowly. The girl was obviously glad she was coming down. Her face brightened when they pulled off the weights and clamps from her tits, then unbound the leather straps that cut into her wrists.
"They call this a laboratory for a very good reason, dear," Sabrina began, lifting Kathy from the floor. Kathy tried steadying herself, feeling the unsettling hot dribble of cum down the backs of her thighs. "We use this to experiment with ways to discipline our girls better. We find cases like yours and Lisolette's ideal for an experiment or two. This is something we've worked on."
Sabrina nodded in the direction of two heavy wooden chairs facing one another. Kathy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. She had seen pictures of chairs like that. Electric chairs! She shook her head, looking from one man to the other. Surely they had to be mad, completely insane to do something like this.
"It was in some concentration camp stories, this double electric chair thing," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the first chair.
Sabrina led Kathy quickly in that direction, taking advantage of the girl's confusion and fear.
"No, please, no, don't!"
Fred held her pressed against the chair while Sabrina and Jack deftly slipped the brown leather straps around her wrists and elbows. A small collar draped around her throat, pulling her neck and head tightly against the high back of the electric chair. Jack knelt in front, bringing two larger straps around her ankles and fastening them tightly. She could hardly move, feeling her ass slide on a thin coating of perspiration against the wooden seat.
"No, not clamps! No more clamps! Oh God, no, no, no!"
Kathy moaned and cried, watching as Jack approached her with shiny stainless steel alligator clips, long black wires trailing behind them. It was happening all over again, but this time Lisolette was going to be a player. They had implied that much.
"First, we wire your nipples. You expected that, didn't you?" Jack said with a grin.
Kathy gritted her teeth together, feeling the clamps biting once more into her nipple-flesh. She squirmed her ass against the seat of the chair, crying out with a soft moan when he clamped the left nipple, as well.
Sabrina came back with two small pads.
"These we attach to either side of your forehead," she said softly. "The glue keeps them firmly applied against your skull. Where are the wires?"
Sabrina didn't want to be kept waiting. Jack moved quickly, spreading the girl's thighs and slipping a long thin wire into her pussy. Next came two more clamps, these attached nearly at the root of her clit. Kathy began to perspire heavily, feeling the clamps biting more and more tightly into her body as the seconds ticked by. Fred had Lisolette's arms pinned behind her back, forcing her to watch Kathy and whispering to her that she would be next.
And when Jack had finished with Kathy, the other girl was dragged screaming and protesting to the second chair. Kathy watched with grim satisfaction as she saw Jack, Fred and Sabrina wrestle the girl down and hold her pinned to the wood. Jack did most of the wiring while Fred finished tugging the straps around her ankles, wrists and throat. Lisolette screamed non-stop, struggling wildly against the straps while she jerked her head from right to left.
Jack finished attaching the final clip to her pussy, pushing the wire deeper into her cunt until Lisolette was shrieking.
"Stop her! Oh God, I can't stand this!" Kathy cried out, shaking her head while watching her friend go through hell.
"The electricity will take care of that, and you'll be able to control it. Isn't that going to be fun?"
Control it? What did Sabrina mean? Kathy looked at the mistress for a moment, then felt a flash of power. Perhaps things were turning her way after all.
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, Kathy, no, no, please! I didn't mean anything, I swear it!" Lisolette cried, her eyes widening as Jack slipped a long skinny wire up into her ass-hole.
She let out a sigh, her legs shuddering while he threaded the awful thing up, up into her ass-guts. They had done the same thing to Kathy, Sabrina watching with satisfaction as they finished their handiwork.
"You see, Kathy-and you too, Lisolette-you two are being connected by the men here," she began, pointing to several black wires leading from each girl to a large gray-and-black control box perched near the generator. "And you two will be in control of what happens, something a little extraordinary here at the school. But I think I might enjoy watching what happens here."
Sabrina's voice was becoming a little breathy as she stared at the two bound, hapless girls and the wires and clamps that stood against their naked bodies. Kathy was fascinated, her cunt starting to get going again. She could feel her warm, slick cunt-walls growing wet and tingly while her ass-hole snugged up against the cold, copper wire digging into her bowel lining. It was an interesting feeling, she thought, and not all that uncomfortable, although Lisolette would have surely disagreed with her.
"Please, please, Ms. DuPont, let me go!" the French girl wailed.
"So, we've got here a control box for the current," Sabrina continued, sweeping her slender fingers in the direction of the generator. "When you move a dial on the little box each of you can see by your right hand, more current with its resulting pain will flow to your friend. It will diminish the electricity flowing into your own body at the same time." Sabrina seemed pleased with herself, her lips drawn in a broad smile as she looked almost benevolently at the two girls. "And, you're our first try at this. Consider it as a kind of experiment. Other girls will follow you, if this proves to be a success. Good luck."
It was almost as if she were giving them a pep talk before a sporting event! Kathy squirmed on the wooden electric chair, her arms pressing against the leather straps while her ankles felt numb under the strong pressure of the restraints below.
"Now, we'll begin," Sabrina said.
The guards stood behind Sabrina as she switched on the main controls. The room filled with the sound of steady humming. Kathy blinked her eyes clear, sweeping them over Lisolette who was staring hard at the little box by her right hand. Kathy brushed the backs of her fingers against the thing, feeling how cold and hard it was. She tried to remember Sabrina's instructions. They were simple enough. Do unto others before they do unto you. Her fingers fluttered over the dial as she waited for the first charge of current into her body. "Uh!"
She felt it, the first faint pulse tingling her nipples, cunt and ass. She jumped, her head lolling slightly while her skin puckered into goose flesh. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all, but she decided to see what Lisolette would do with an added burst of electricity.
The blonde French girl was startled, her eyes widening even more while her head snapped back. She was straining against the straps, and her mouth flew open, but nothing but a hissing sound came out. Her tits jumped up and down, one clamp slipping free of her blood-engorged red nipple.
Sabrina frowned, shutting down the machine and striding over to the girl. She back-handed Lisolette severely, calling her terrible names while she picked up the clamp and snapped it shut on her tit-tip once more.
"We'll start again," the woman said, nodding in Jack's direction.
Immediately, Kathy felt the electrical pulse again. It was almost like having a mouth sucking on her tits, cunt and ass all at the same time.
A faint sheen of perspiration covered her flesh as she twisted and squirmed in the seat. Oh, how that wire up her pussy was making her hot! She could feel those tingly sensations she had always loved intensified by the sparks showering her cunt. The girl curled her toes until they cramped while that pulse made her nipples swell up against the biting clamps.
It was just as it had been earlier when the guards had hooked her up to Lisolette. But this time she could control what she was getting. Again, Kathy's fingers fluttered over the dial. She felt wicked, savage, excited-and for the first time, she fully realized what Ms. DuPont and the others must feel as they disciplined the girls daily. It was a wonderful, heady feeling that made her half intoxicated with power.
"Uhhhhh!"
Kathy jumped. It was Lisolette's turn now to turn the dial and send more amperage coursing into her body. She was too slow, too reflective. Kathy could well understand why the girl had jumped and cried out. It was as if someone had slapped her across the cunt and ass at the same time while shards of glass were pricking her tits. She twisted around, her clit starting to grow while an odd hot-cold feeling began to spread from her loins to all parts of her body.
She could feel her bowel-muscles working against one another, making her feel full, distended. Small farts escaped from her shitter, nearly dislodging the long snaking wire shoved into her ass. Sputtering sparks tickled at her ass-hole while a warming kind of sucking feeling spread like melting butter over her cunt. Kathy liked that feeling but feared it would grow too painful for enjoyment.
She twisted her dial, overriding Lisolette's command. Immediately, her current abated and Lisolette jerked back, striking her head against the board behind her.
"Oh, Kathy! You're burning my cunt! God, what are you doing to me?"
Kathy watched dimly, feeling herself settling into a comfortable erotic haze. She had to do nothing. The electricity was doing it all for her. She panted heavily, her nostrils flaring as the hot tight feeling took over her pussy. She was steaming in her own juices, feeling the flow of her cunt-juice lubing her pussy-lips, then dribbling down onto the chair. She kept her dial twisted up, then brought it down, feeling a rush of stinging, hot electricity prickling through her own cunt, tits and ass-hole.
She was purposely hurting herself, letting the amperage bite through her body. It was like having great teeth chewing down on her nipples. Her cunt spasmed hard, the cunt-muscles cramping and sucking at thin air while her tits jumped and slapped together. Her ass-hole kept blowing out stinking bubbles of air while her muscles rippled with cramping spasms. Her ass-guts wrenched, making the girl feel she would vomit in another moment.
Sabrina had increased the voltage while Kathy had been daydreaming. Now Kathy's fingers crawled over the dial, tightening around the small black handle and finally twisting it over to a high mark.
"Eaghghhghghh!" Lisolette shrieked, her head thrown back while her body lurched up against the restraints.
Her cries bounced off the walls as she twisted and writhed against the restraining leather straps. It was a horrible, wonderful sight for Kathy, seeing the girl jerk and jump that way. Kathy blinked, watching her friend spasm more wildly now.
Lisolette's lips were growing purple from the increased voltage, her voice growing cracked and harsh when she wasn't shrieking the ceiling down. Lisolette stared hotly at Kathy for one moment, twisting her fingers around the dial and turning it. Kathy opened her mouth to protest when she felt a surge of electricity that nearly shattered her skull.
Both young woman were jerking and twisting on their seats, shouting and screaming while the electricity flowing into their cunts and ass-holes was making them cum and cum and cum.
Kathy felt more electricity flowing into her body, freezing her cunt into a high climax. She was feeling that throbbing, spasming feeling that pulsed whenever she came. But now it was steady, prolonged, driving her half mad with its power while her body burned and fried under the electrical onslaught. She thought she could smell her flesh burning once more. She twisted her dial all the way.
Thank God, she thought, the current abated.
Lisolette was arching high against her bonds, her voice an incoherent cracked shriek while smoke rose from her cunt and tits. They were frying her, burning her up in the chair.
Kathy realized she could save her. She could let the dial go and take some of the current, herself. But then she thought about the way Lisolette tried to avoid taking more punishment, blaming Kathy. She thought about the way Lisolette had sent more electricity to her during this session. Then she saw the girl jerking and writhing, her body swinging from side to side against the chair while her flesh sizzled under the flowing amperage. There was something fascinating about that, something that made her own climax all the more intense.
Kathy just sat there, her fingers on the dial, watching her friend burn up slowly before her eyes.
"We're going to lose her if we keep this up," Ms. DuPont said, switching down the machine abruptly.
Kathy was almost disappointed at the cessation of the current. She cried out, jerking against the leather straps, screaming incoherently while Lisolette slumped down against her restraints, a steady, low moan escaping from her lips.
"Bitch!"
It was Fred, back-handing Kathy while taking off the leather restraints. He was wild, his eyes burning with insane lust as he worked quickly with the leather straps. Her cunt was sore, aching from the constant shocks she had endured. But she knew he was going to fuck her.
Slapped and beaten, Kathy fell to the floor, dragging herself a few feet before Fred grabbed her under the arms and pulled the faintly protesting teenager behind a partition.
Thank goodness, she thought, at least there would be some privacy. She could hear Sabrina shouting at Lisolette, slapping her severely while Fred knocked her knees apart and jumped atop her body. Kathy was too weak and defeated to fight back. Besides, her cunt, though sore, was still worked up from the electrical shocks. He jabbed his fingers up into her shitter, twisting them around inside while fitting his prick into her cunt and fucking down all the way.
It was more than Kathy could stand. She threw back her head and let out a low, guttural growls as she came hard against his fucking cock. Lisolette was still screaming when Kathy went into rut, jerking up spasmodically as Fred dumped his hot cum-load into her pussy. It was good, far better than anything Kathy had ever felt in her life!
CHAPTER TEN
Was Kathy a traitor? She didn't think so, although she knew the girls were staring hard at her more than ever.
Lisolette had been taken to the school hospital, gibbering and laughing like a mad woman. They had sedated her, but there was talk she might be sent home.
Even in the closed society of the institution, the girls found out what had happened in Laboratory Number 3 and shied away from Kathy, fearing they would be next. It was a new feeling for the girl, one she had never experienced before. It was power, the power to make another person shrink away from her, that she found a heady intoxicant. Sabrina had "counseled" her once, making her eat out her pussy while she belted the girl harshly across the back. It wasn't all that unpleasant, and Kathy even managed to slip her fingers under her coarse dress and bring herself off at the same time.
It was Jack and Fred who confided that Sabrina was considering making Kathy a kind of matron, or at least an apprentice. Evelyn was, of course, horrified that one of her charges would have the same power as she did. But the woman was assured that, if chosen, Kathy would be part of this new experimental program and if necessary hauled back to her cell to become just like the others.
Kathy felt proud and terrified of this new status, although she kept her feelings to herself. After all, Sabrina had said nothing of it to her.
It was on the third night of the rumor that Jack came to Kathy's cell, opening the door and crooking his finger. She rose from her narrow bed, her eyes cast down modestly, her feet shuffling over the tiled floor. It was a pose she knew the men liked and expected, no matter what was about to happen in the near future.
Shyly, Kathy looked around. There were one or two girls in the hall, each of them escorted by a matron. The girls looked at Kathy with anger and fear, shrinking away from her as if she were Sabrina, herself. The matrons soured when they saw Kathy and Jack, muttering behind their hands as they shoved the girls more severely forward to ease their own frustrations.
But Jack was pushing her along a different corridor now, one that didn't lead to the main office. She was about to object when he shoved her into a smallish room, shutting the door behind them. Kathy remained standing, her heart pounding.
"In the tub," Jack said.
The girl looked around with confusion, her eyes settling of an old, cracked white porcelain bathtub standing to one side of the room. There were some towels and a sink nearby. She thought it was curious they would want her to bathe before seeing Sabrina. But this was a strange place. Quickly, she obeyed, lifting her lithe legs and settling her ass on the cold bathtub base. She shivered.
Jack turned on a faucet, icy water splashing from the nozzle and spattering around the girl's feet. Kathy screamed, the cold water making her heart stop while she jerked back and struck her head against the tub. Bracing her fingers against the curled edges, she tried hauling herself up from the cold water. But Jack was quick, slapping her downward and stunning the girl into submission.
She sank forward, the icy water making her cunt pucker while her feet slipped over the drain. The girl felt her nerves go numb while the water splashed about. Jack kept hitting her, his eyes glittering while he abused her. Grabbing her hair, Jack pushed his cock-bulge against her face, rubbing it and telling her she was the best cock-sucker in the world before flinging her away.
The water stopped. Slowly, it began to warm around her naked body as Jack slipped off his T-shirt, then dropped his trousers.
It was going to be another torture-session, one just like the other ones. Nothing had changed, she thought with despair.
"Back there, baby, back."
He pulled the plug from the tub, letting the water gurgle down. Kathy was shivering with cold, her skin turning a light blue as she drew her knees up against her chin and huddled against the curved back of the old-fashioned bathtub. Jack stood naked in front of her now, his prick hanging limply against his low-hanging balls.
"You're gonna be one of us now, baby. You'll be supervising the girls," he said.
Kathy started forward, her lips opening as she was about to speak. No. It was better that she remain quiet. She didn't want to spoil the delightful surprise. Jack saw her studied hesitation and grinned. It was what he'd wanted.
"Good, very good. You'll be doing real well with us, I can see that. Now," he said, edging up against the tub, "just lean forward on your hands and knees. Yeah, just like that."
Kathy furrowed her forehead, looking up questioningly at the big man and noticing that his prick still remained oddly limp. She had seen that thing big and hard, rodding through her cunt and ass. What was going on? He was leaning forward now, his right thumb and forefinger gently caressing the fat cock-head. A yellow droplet appeared. Then another drop oozed from the piss-slit.
Kathy's eyes widened as she stared wildly up at the big man.
"Call it a kind of baptism. I've got the automatic camera on up there," he said, nodding toward one corner.
Kathy's eyes darted to the right, taking in a small black camera aimed directly at them.
"It's for a kind of archives. Maybe someday you'll dig watchin' it," he said, shaking his prick and letting several hot droplets of piss strike her.
Kathy shrank back, shaking her head while keeping her lips tightly sealed. No. No! It was too horrid to think about! Pissed on!
Reaching forward, Jack grabbed her hair yet again, twisting it around and making the girl shout with pain, her arms flying out to either side of her body. He jerked her forward even more, banging her hips against the tub's rim before flinging her back again. Kathy hit the back of the tub with a thud, feeling she had shattered her spine from the force of that blow.
Jack had her back in that kneeling position again, her head pushed back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders as she looked up and saw a steady yellow stream spurting out from his cock. The piss was already spattering around her knees, gathering in a filthy little pool before running down to the drain. Jack let go of her hair, warning her to stay put while he bent his knees and braced himself against the tub.
He aimed his cock right at her face, letting the warm piss spatter up her long thighs until it was wetting down her bushy blonde cunt-hair.
Kathy shivered in disgust, feeling the warm stinging sensation of his piss on her body. She was a toilet, taking his discharge while she knelt there. He was pissing onto her belly now, the hot piss dribbling down into her cunt. She shook, shuddering with revulsion. Jack was watching her closely, his face a mask of intense concentration and lust while he brought his stream of piss up steadily higher and higher. Kathy winced, feeling his piss sting across her nipples, the horrible smell of the piss wafting up to her nostrils.
She started to cringe back when he moved the piss stream up toward her throat. Jack was ready for that reaction, grabbing her hair and tugging back while shoving his prick forward and forcing the piss into her eyes.
Kathy screamed, tearing open her mouth as the stinging spray threatened to blind her. Jack took advantage of the girl's dismay, sending a stream of piss down her throat. Kathy gagged, coughing and feeling as if she would vomit as the foaming yellow piss; gurgled around her mouth, spilling out over her lips.
He threw her back once more, tiring of the game. Jack had gone dry and left the girl wallowing in his piss. Kathy sobbed quietly, folding one arm over the other and drawing her legs up away from the still-gurgling drain. She could smell herself, smell the awful pungent odor of the stale piss around her. She wanted to vomit, but did her best to keep the bile down.
She abruptly felt another cold flow of icy water splashing over her body. Kathy jerked to attention, pushing back as Jack splashed handfuls of cold water over her. In a few moments, she was clean, blue and shivering there in the tub.
"Here, dry yourself off. Always wanted to do this to you. Thought you'd make a good toilet. Hell," he said, his prick growing stiff now, "you're good for anything we fuckin' throw at you."
Kathy wiped herself dry, stepping uncertainly from the tub. Just when she had finished drying her legs, the door opened and Ms. DuPont stepped in. She had a khaki uniform with her, similar to the ones worn by the matrons.
"Here. I see Jack has initiated you, in his own way," she said with a shrug, eyeing the tub only for a moment. "You'll have your first charge-here!"
As she put on the clean, starched uniform, Kathy watched as Evelyn pushed in the sobbing Lisolette, looking little different from when they had pulled her shrieking from the electric chair. She looked shabby, her hair twisted and dirty, her tits full and pendulous while the nipples seemed to beg for a mouth to suck on them.
They hadn't bothered dressing her-something Kathy would tend to. After all, it wasn't seemly for one of the girls to be seen wandering about the school halls this way. That was for the laboratories and rooms like these. As she buttoned the top button of her shirt, Kathy looked at the tub and wondered if Lisolette would enjoy squatting in the sewer. Jack was dry, however, and Fred wasn't around.
"Oh, do as you see fit with her," Sabrina instructed. "And remember, we'll be watching you all the time. You could wind back up in the rooms if you slip."
Kathy looked hard at Lisolette. The heat in her cunt rose to a feverish pitch. She forgot all the weeks of humiliation, the degradation that had nearly stripped her of her sanity. She reveled in the idea that this sniveling bitch was going to be under her command.
"Take her to Laboratory Three!" Kathy snapped. "And tie her up. I'll be there to instruct her."
"No, Kathy!" Lisolette cried.
Kathy watched grimly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Lisolette's strangled moans would become moans of passion. Kathy would see to it. She would give the girl the same vision she had. She knew now how she would live her life.
Passing Sabrina, Kathy felt herself grow at least three inches in her own self-esteem. Never, never would she be sick and weak again. They had taught her how to be strong. And now, whip in hand, she would pass that lesson on to Lisolette-and indeed any one who came in her charge. How good this stay in school was going to be, after all!
