Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives into his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In HOG-TIED SCHOOLGIRL, Eileen Meadows finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Eileen suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Poor Eileen Meadows! She sat there in the quiet, Victorian parlor, her wide, blue eyes looking from guest to guest, her hands folded modestly in her lap as she did her best to look very good and proper. Some of the other girls stole a glance at her, and looked nearly as dejected as she.
No. She wouldn't spoil this afternoon. Her mother had planned it so carefully, and had told Eileen how happy she would be here at this private school. But it seemed so ... so strained! There was the murmur of polite gentility. Eileen noticed that most of the talking was done by the mothers, however, while the other girls had very little to say. Their thoughts, Eileen figured, must mirror her own.
Why had her mother taken her here, out in the middle of nowhere? There had been that terrible scene last month, when her mother had accused her of ... of fucking! Fucking! How that word sent her cunt into delightful little spasms of joy. Even here, under the steady gaze of Mrs. Henshaw, the tall, sleek woman who was the headmistress of this school for young ladies.
"Perhaps you'd enjoy more Coke? Coffee?" Mrs. Henshaw broke into Eileen's thoughts.
"No. No, thank you," she demurred, flicking her long lashes and smiling into Mrs. Henshaw's eyes.
There was something uneasy about that woman, something that made Eileen withdraw and wish she would be going back home with her mother. But the decision was made, and it was firm. She wasn't to go on dates, coming home at two in the morning, doing God-only-knows what.
The words echoed in her head even now, in this well-lit drawing room. Eileen had guessed something was in the air. But it was just yesterday that she had been told she was coming here to this retreat, a kind of summer school finishing academy where study and discipline were the rule.
The school and Mrs. Henshaw were the real surprises when Eileen and her mother arrived this morning, stepping into that bright, desert sunlight and feeling the hot sun pricking their skins. The building was a large, Victorian mansion, looking so odd here in the middle of the California desert.
The second shock was Mrs. Henshaw. She wasn't ugly and huge as Eileen had guessed she would be. She was, in fact, one of the most attractive women Eileen had ever seen. Her greeting had been warm, as if she were really happy to see them both.
There was nothing ordinary about her, or the house, something Eileen was still unsure about. Still, in spite of the novelty, the girl thought about fucking, about what she had been accused of doing and had never accomplished.
Oh, Warren Dennis had tried to fuck her several times, feeling her up and down, sticking his fingers around her cunt, and playing with her clit until Eileen thought she would cry from happiness. How her feet had kicked wildly against the dashboard while her taut, pert ass bounced and slid on the black, plastic seat covers of his car!
She had cum. Cum hard against those fucking fingers, that were twisting like a ... a man's cock slipping into her. How wet she had been! Even Warren commented on that, laughing in her ear while he rubbed up against her thighs.
She had almost let him put his cock in her! Penetrating! Fucking! He'd wanted to the last time, God only knows. But, then she saw the image of her mother's frowning face floating above her, and panicked! Warren groaned as she rubbed his cock briskly, making him cum all over himself in his pants! What a mess!
And then her mother had overheard her talking to her best friend, Kathy, about what had gone on that night! It was all so unfair! She had done the right thing. She had pushed Warren away and kept her virginity. Although, it was all she could do to feel sorry about having her cunt felt up and down the other night.
"Now, I think it's time the girls say good-by," Mrs. Henshaw said, getting up and nodding to the mothers. "It's always best to start early. Separation is very painful, I know, but they'll be back home sooner than you realize. Come, girls."
There were some tearful good-bys, that not being the case with Eileen's mother. She offered Eileen a cold cheek, then withdrew, hugging her purse close to her side. The young teen wished she could call out, could go back to Los Angeles with her. Instead, she felt a firm grip around her elbow, tugging her toward the stairs.
"Come, Eileen. It's all for the better. You'll see," Mrs. Henshaw said, forcing her up the stairs.
There were four open doors. Eileen was shoved into one room, the door slammed behind her and locked.
"Oh!"
There was another person in there, a young man who was wearing a loose-fitting white uniform.
He rubbed his beard, a smile appearing on his sensuous lips. Eileen reached back for the doorknob, sure there was some sort of mistake.
"You're in the right room," he said in a sexy baritone voice, making a gesture with one hand. "Now, take off those clothes."
"What?"
Eileen felt her face flush red-hot while her heart skipped a beat. Had she heard correctly?
She shook her head, the long, blonde strands splashing across her face. No. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, something to scare her with. Again, Eileen fumbled for the knob, realizing with increasing terror that the door was locked from the inside as well as outside.
"Take 'em off," the man said, his face darkening slightly when Eileen didn't instantly obey. "You're gonna learn around here to jump when you're spoken to! Now, are you gonna strip, or am I going to have to tear them off you?"
"Mrs. Henshaw!" Eileen screamed, wheeling about and pounding her tiny fists against the door. She had her chin next to the wood, her eyes wide with terror, while she banged and clattered her hands against the door.
Eileen heard rustling behind her and knew the man was coming up to her.
"No! Stay away from me! Stay away ... uhhhhh!"
No one had ever hit her before. Eileen received the backhanded blow across her chin. His knuckles bruised her flesh, the force of the slap twisting her head around and knocking the girl off her feet. Eileen wheeled about, her arms flying out from her body while her legs gave way. With another groan, the girl slid to the floor, her ass bouncing against the cold, clean tiles.
"No! Oh, no! Stop...."
He had said he was going to strip her, and strip her he did. Eileen felt his hands tearing at the material of her light-blue summer frock. All the ripping sounds frightened her. Twice Eileen brought up her knees, clamping them together while she twisted and writhed on the floor, trying to knock away those offending fingers.
The man only laughed at her, striking her again with the flat of his hand against her right cheek. Eileen was growing more and more terror-stricken. The slaps were hurting her, reddening her cheeks, making her realize this was only a small sample of what could happen to her.
"No!"
She felt her dress being torn from her shoulders, the hem now down to her knees.
"Nice, real nice. That's what I dig about workin' here. Good fuckin' bodies," he said, pulling the rest of the garment from her.
Eileen crawled up against one wall, both hands tucked under her chin while she drew, trembling, into a fetal position. Tears streaked her cheeks as sobs shook her body.
The girl was wearing only her bra and panties now, crouched there like a kicked, frightened little animal. Only moments ago, she had been in the parlor eating refreshments as if she were at a party. Now, the man was tearing off her clothes, perhaps a prelude to a rape!
The thought of him topping her, mounting her, fucking her, sent shivers of terror and some kind of secret pleasure racing through her. Eileen pulled up her legs, aware that the beating in her heart was matched by a small, but ever-increasing, throbbing in her cunt.
"P-please," Eileen stammered, wiping the tears away with her fingers. "Don't ... don't hurt me. I promise I'll be good. I ... I won't disobey."
"Then get up and take off the fuckin' bra and panties!" he said, his voice thickening with what Eileen guessed was lust.
Reluctantly, the girl stood up, bracing herself against the wall, and still feeling the sting of his fingers against her cheek and chin. Reaching back, Eileen fumbled with the strap, finally releasing it and shrugging off her bra. She blushed furiously, feeling his eyes taking in her long, pink nipples and her high-riding tits.
Men had watched her, she knew, when she went shopping with her mother. Eileen was smart enough to know what they wanted, what they were feeling, when she wiggled her ass up and down the supermarket aisles, her tits bouncing suggestively in her bra. Now, one man was having his wish, his fingers twisting as if he were pinching her tits right now.
"The panties," he said more huskily.
Eileen couldn't even look at him. She was too mortified, too frightened, to do it. Instead, she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her white, translucent briefs, hesitating only a moment, then pushing them down. Carefully, she stepped out of them, terribly aware of her nakedness as she draped her panties over her torn dress.
"Now turn around and put your hands behind your back," he ordered.
There were to be no questions. Eileen could see that.
Quickly, she obeyed, looking straight ahead as the attendant produced a length of quarter-inch cord and crossed the girl's wrists, binding them firmly together in a figure-eight fashion.
Eileen's lips parted, a soft moan coming from her. They were tying her up as if she were some sort of criminal. She bent forward slightly, feeling her muscles tensing with growing fear. When the man touched her ass, cupping his hands around the full curves of her ass-cheeks and letting his fingers press into her soft, white flesh, Eileen could only guess what he had in mind. She trembled, her small shoulders shaking as he tightened the cords so tightly that the girl felt her fingers growing numb and cold.
"Oh!"
It was a horrible, helpless feeling. Eileen felt doubly naked. She couldn't cover or hide any part of her body. And there was that man behind her, ogling her, feeling her, rubbing himself up against her as if at any second he would fuck her.
"Now, we're going to let you enjoy some of the things we've got here," he said.
He gripped one arm and leg her out the door, through corridors and rooms, and finally, stopped before a large oak door. He tapped with the back of that offending hand. Once more, Eileen could feel his slap, that dreadful hand smashing against one side of her face and nearly caving it in!
The door opened, revealing a luxurious study.
Mrs. Henshaw was sitting behind a kind of oriental desk, a pleasant smile of welcome on her face. Eileen felt herself blush, her flesh prickling once more, but this time with shame and guilt. Mrs. Henshaw gestured widely with one hand for Eileen to come in.
"Your mother and I have discussed your ... case, dear," she began, folding her long fingers together. "We find ourselves in complete agreement as to your ... treatment. You'll spend your time here-six weeks, I might add-the way you are: naked and restrained. We'll make certain you'll not be free of chain or cord!"
"What?"
Eileen struggled with the cord, feeling only pain from the effort. Mrs. Henshaw noted the movement and smiled more broadly.
"Useless," she said with a dismissing air. "The more you try to struggle against us, the worse it will be for you. My advice is simply to, as you youngsters say today, go with the flow. It will be far easier on us, and surely on you."
Eileen's mind was in a whirl. She piteously turned to the man behind her, as if he would help. But she saw the smirk on his face, and realized she was turning to the devil.
"Jack will take you around. You'll find, by the way, that you aren't alone here. The others are at my school for similar reasons," Mrs. Henshaw added, nodding her head. "They're from fine families, like your own, so you needn't worry about being thrown in with trash, Eileen."
Jack was dragging her out of the study quickly now, his breathing becoming more uneven and studied. This was all part of a system, Eileen realized. The stripping, the binding, the interview-and now what? Was this when he was going to rape her? Was Jack part of the program, too? The fucking end of it?
Eileen could almost feel those brutal hands holding her shoulders down while his dick ... cock ... prick-whatever he called it-squeezed into her pussy.
Fucking. That wonderful, dreadful word bubbled up to her consciousness again. She was starting to get that tingly, tight, little feeling again, that sensation nibbling at her clit, making her all warm and moist down there between her white, moving thighs.
It was almost the same feeling she had when Warren had touched her for those long, long hours in the back seat of his car. How he had caressed her shivering ass, putting one thumb up against her asshole while his fingers were doing all the work in her cunt.
"Don't worry, Eileen," Jack said, a sneer in his voice. "I'm not gonna touch you ... yet."
A feeling somewhere between relief and disappointment filled Eileen. They walked through more corridors, one thing impressing itself upon the girl. There seemed to be no one else in the large house. There was only the soft hum of the air-conditioning units, punctuated every now and then by the sounds of doors closing softly somewhere in the near distance.
They finally came to a large room, one that frightened Eileen even more than Mrs. Henshaw's elaborate study.
"Oh, my God, what is this?"
Eileen stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. There were long, wide posts spaced apart from one another, rising from floor to ceiling. Against three of them, naked girls were tightly bound, ropes pressing into their legs, thighs and tits.
One girl turned and stared at Eileen for a moment, her tears making Eileen more jumpy than ever. She cringed in sympathy with the young girl, then realized perhaps she would need sympathy as time wore on.
"Move it." Jack put one hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her roughly forward.
Eileen stumbled, shaking the hair from her eyes and regaining her balance. He shoved her once again, putting those paw-like hands on her shoulders, and twisting her around before slamming her against the pillar.
Her head banged hard against the wood, stars and bright lights appearing behind her eyes. Eileen did all she could to keep standing straight, her knees knocking together while her ass rubbed up and down against the polished, teak wood pillar.
"How long are you going to leave me like this?" Eileen ventured to ask.
"Why don't you think about it?" Jack laughed, circling her waist with a broad, black leather strap with many notches in it. He tightened it so that the leather pressed harshly into her belly.
Eileen let out a whooshing sound, feeling the strap nearly cut her body in half! She curled her toes against the hard tile, her bound hands pressed into the crack of her ass.
"Get these damned things around the pole," Jack murmured.
He unfastened the cord from her wrists, drawing her hands back and securing them once again, this time behind the pole. Eileen felt herself being held firmly against the hard timber. Next came more rope, more cords, more restraints for the girl to endure.
"You never had this done to you before, have you? Some of the girls we get here are pretty experienced," Jack said, pausing in his work and staring up into her frightened eyes. "But you're new at this. Good. I like that!"
He drew cords under her armpits, drawing them over her shoulders, crossing them behind her and knotting them tightly together. Eileen let her head fall forward, the hair curtaining her shamed face. She found herself held tight, her shoulders wrenched back so that the cords bit deep into her flesh, and burned each time she drew a breath.
The way he had bound her made her tits thrust forward provocatively. Eileen thought about that, and instinctively tried to move her hands up to cover them. But her wrists were caught, of course, pulled taut behind the post.
"This is crazy! Oh, God, this is ... no! Somebody help me, please! Oh, God, no! No, Mama! Please help me!" Eileen screamed hysterically.
She tried jerking her body away from the pole, certain that her mounting terror would give her the strength to break away from all the bonds. But nothing worked. The more she struggled, the more pain she caused herself. It was just as Mrs. Henshaw had said in her study, as she stood there with Jack staring at her naked ass.
"You can shout your head off, if you want.
I'm leaving for a while ... takin' a piss-unless you want me to whizz it out right in front of you."
Eileen shook her head violently, shocked at the man's filthy mouth.
"You! You tell her what to expect," Jack said, drawing the back of one hand over his mouth while backing away. "That's Janet. She's been around here for a month. She'll fill you in. Later."
The door slammed and locked, leaving the girls alone. Eileen turned to her friend, her face obviously reflecting the pain and fear and curiosity that ran rampant through her mind.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Janet asked.
Eileen couldn't answer. She felt that the response would be obvious.
"It's a horrible way to be tied. The longer they leave you like this, the more painful it gets. Maybe it's just being naked. I remember my first day. That was pretty bad."
"But ... but what's going to happen next?" Eileen finally managed to ask.
"That all depends on them. And they're real creative when it comes to stuff like this, believe me," Janet said with assurance in her voice.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet's chatter seemed totally out of place in that madhouse. She was speaking to Eileen as if they were in the high school cafeteria, talking about class and guys and everything. And yet, there they were, roped to poles, the cord cutting into their flesh. Eileen felt as if she had been propelled to another planet. Again she tried moving her fingers, but found there was no way she could free herself.
"It's useless," Janet said, sighing. "I tried getting out of here a couple of times. Nearly succeeded too, but then they caught me, and wow! I mean, they laid it on heavy. I was sick for days! I sure wouldn't want the same thing to happen to you. Just play their game, and it'll be over before you know it."
Eileen sobbed, shaking the tears from her eyes. "But it's just not fair!"
Janet looked at her as if she had been speaking Russian, then shrugged.
"So, what's fair? They're calling the shots around here. And if you don't jump to their rhythm, then there's a price to pay," Janet said laconically, stiffening, as did Eileen, when the sound of Jack's footsteps grew louder. The door creaked open.
"Well, she fill you in? Hope so, we start your training now."
Eileen felt as if her blood had turned to ice. At least here, there was a modicum of security, a feeling that events had stopped for the moment. The ropes hurt her terribly, and her nakedness shocked the girl. But now she was being shoved once more into the unknown, with Jack at her side. Janet gave her a baleful good-by look, then turned away, her head drooping.
"We're gonna go to your room for awhile. You'll stay there until I come to get you again."
They were moving through the huge mansion once more, after the attendant had released her from the awful pillar.
The so-called room, as Jack had referred to it, was really a cell. Measuring it quickly with her eyes, Eileen could see it was no larger than four feet wide by eight feet long. Already, she was having a claustrophobic feeling when the attendant pushed her in.
"We're not taking any chances ... at least, yet. Orders by the Madam," Jack said sarcastically, pushing her forward a little more.
Eileen had heard Mrs. Henshaw say something about chains. The ropes were apparent enough. Her flesh was already chafed by them. But Jack was using chains now, picking them up from the bed where someone had deftly placed them earlier.
Eileen blinked, her body shivering almost imperceptibly as the cold iron band was fitted snugly around her right ankle. It was then joined to another band by a few links, and this other band clasped to encircle her left ankle.
Under Jack's strong fingers, the metal clicked shut with a frightening finality. It was as if the bonds had been tailored to fit snugly around her ankles. Mrs. Henshaw had obviously thought everything out well in advance before opening her home to recalcitrant girls.
"Mrs. Henshaw says this gives you time to think about what you've done, kinda a time for reflection," Jack said, checking the bonds and rattling the chains to make Eileen more nervous than she was already. "Personally, I think it's a fuckin' waste of time. But, I don't run the show."
Eileen was glad he didn't.
"Now, walk around a little."
She was stark naked, chained hand and foot, and now ordered to walk! When she hesitated, Jack slapped her across the ass, his fingers stinging pleasantly against her flesh.
But it was an offense, one that made the girl gasp. She struggled to her feet, her first two steps a stumble. With her hands fastened behind her back, Eileen didn't want to fall. She tried a few, measured paces, feeling a flicker of terror at this new imprisonment: The links between her ankles dragged against the tiles, reminding her every second of her bondage.
"The rest."
Next was a lighter, but a broader, band fitting around her waist, fastened by a padlock at her back. It snapped shut with a firm and final sound Eileen equated with the scraping sounds of cell doors slamming shut in prisons.
In a moment, Eileen found herself attached by a long length of chain to a ringbolt set in the stone wall behind her cot. The metal was a heavy weight on her body.
"No, not my neck!"
Jack had obviously left the worst for last. Eileen eyed the collar uncomfortably, knowing it was going to be fitted around her neck, collaring her like a bitch dog! A brutal rape, she thought, might have been preferable to this sort of humiliation. It was slow, lingering, painful, degrading.
In a second, the cold, gray steel snapped shut around her throat, its chain falling behind her back and trailing to another ring set in the stone at the head of the cot.
"Now, let's see how far you can go with those things on you," Jack said.
It was a pitifully short walk. The chain linking her ankles swirled, clanking noisily against the floor. Those holding her at the neck and waist tightened, and became terribly heavy as she got close to the limits of their length.
"You won't be going anywhere for awhile. Enjoy it, Eileen. I'll be back later."
Jack left, closing and double-bolting the cell door before moving quickly away. Eileen kneeled on the bed, the chains seeming to drag her to the floor. The terrible, cold weight made her bones ache!
How long she kneeled in that position, Eileen wasn't sure. It was over one hour, of that she was certain. The small rectangular window over her bed indicated passage of the sun. It was growing late, when there were shuffling sounds outside the door. Eileen drew back, the chains rattling against the bed and floor.
"Now we start."
The simple sentence drew goose bumps to Eileen's flesh. There was something in his hand, something that resembled ... a cattle prod.
Eileen let out a scream, jerking violently. The band around her throat tightened as she stumbled away from the big man, nearly choking the wind from her. Jack slammed and locked the door, reaching down with one hand and flicking on a small, black switch. There was an instant humming sound that made the girl's heart stop.
"We thought it would be a good idea for you to get a sample of what we do to girls who try to get away."
"No! No, I'll be good!" Eileen said quickly, her forehead creasing while her scalp crinkled with terror.
The cattle prod was getting closer to her.
"I know you will, after you taste this. And, don't worry, the cells are soundproofed. Nobody's gonna hear you out there," Jack said with a jerk of his head.
"Help! No! No, you'll kill me with that ... that thing!"
Eileen managed to make it to her bed, dragging the heavy, weighty chains behind her. She tugged furiously at the links holding her neck to the wall, rolling onto her right side and drawing her knees up as best she could.
Jack dropped the buzzing prod right between her ass-cheeks, shoving the rounded, black edge up into her shitter.
"Alyeeeeeeeeee!"
Eileen had never felt anything so painful in her life! The electricity crashed into her spine, sending terrible shocks of agony crushing along her vertebrae and, finally, singeing her brain.
The girl snapped her body in ferocious fucking movements, her asshole burning from the constant contact with the electric prod. Eileen screamed again, her ass-cheeks jiggling and dancing while her knees banged hard against the wall.
Jack laughed, pulling the prod away and letting the girl catch her breath.
"Ohhhhhhh ... oh, God!" she murmured, closing her eyes and feeling her mind spinning back to reality. The agony had nearly made her lose consciousness. She gulped in air, still refusing to turn around and face her assailant. Looking at Jack would be more terrifying, she thought, than lying here staring at the wall.
"Now, see what happens ... here."
Again he touched the prod to her, this time placing it right up against the collar encircling her throat.
Eileen let out another piercing scream, her eyes widening, while her eyelids blinked uncontrollably. A loud, buzzing sound rattled through her head as she finally spun around, arching her spine, digging her shoulders into the bed while clawing her fingernails against her ass-cheeks.
The cords stood out in her throat while the girl shrieked and shrieked and shrieked. Her legs kicking out like those of a pinned, electrified frog, Eileen thought Jack was tearing out her throat with his bare hands.
"Good. You understand, then."
He was hitting her feet with the prod now, sending more stinging shocks of agony racing up into her nerve-endings and crushing into her lower back. The aching agony throbbed through her bound body, her legs kicking and jerking spasmodically, pulling against the restraining chains while her head snapped from left to right across the gray, plastic pillow. Her cot scraped over the cement floor from the violent moves of her body.
"Yeaghghghhghghghhhhhh!"
Another heart-rending cry tore from her throat as the electricity continued to shower her body with more agonizing sparks.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
It was over. Eileen sagged back to the mattress, her flesh dampened with perspiration as her fingers and toes worked involuntarily against one another.
It was over! Jack was turning off the prod, looking at it almost lovingly, then shoving it into his back pocket.
"You've had enough of this for awhile. You got the picture, right, baby? You try anything like Janet did awhile back, and you'll have a whole day of this. And, man!" Jack said, smacking his lips. "I dig givin' this kinda shit to kids like you."
Eileen cringed once more under his gaze, certain he was telling the truth.
"You've had enough time to think about this place. Now we'll get started on the treatment," Jack said, quickly unfastening the links that had kept her prisoner.
"Are ... are you her husband?" Eileen stammered, feeling the collar blessedly relaxing around her throat.
"Whose? Mrs. Henshaw's?"
Jack threw back his head and laughed as he unfastened the chains keeping her legs together.
"Hell, no! God help whoever has that role. Ain't never seen a guy who was supposed to be her husband. She just lives here by herself ... and with us, and you kids," Jack said with a broad wink. "Now, scoot outta there."
He kept her hands roped behind her as he steadied the girl by the door, fishing in his pocket for the keys.
Eileen knew she would be kept this way-naked and bound-wherever she went, un-trusted until the final day when they would release her-or when she would escape.
"Down here."
They walked down a long corridor. From one partially opened door, Eileen could hear pitiful sobbing. She hesitated, rewarded for her pause by a sharp slap across the back of her head. Stunned, the girl quickly regained her balance and walked briskly in front of Jack.
"Don't ever stop and try to communicate with the other girls unless you're permitted, understand?" Jack said savagely, stopping the teen before a large, green metal door.
Eileen nodded her head, surprised that she was learning the rules of this place as fast as she was. It was slavery, pure and simple. Have no thoughts, no will, no personality, and everything will be fine.
Jack guided her into the now-opened room, having her pause in front of what appeared to be a long, wooden medieval rack. The cuffs and leather straps, dangling open and unused, confirmed the girl's suspicions. She shuddered, noticing the worn character of the leather bonds. How many girls had suffered on this, stretched and tortured for some misbehavior, real or made-up?
"Not that ... not...."
"Why not, bitch? You think you're any better than some of the girls who come here?"
"No," Eileen said, regretting she had opened her mouth. "But it's my first day, and I've never done anything like this ... and ... and...."
Her voice died. Once more, the teen saw she was getting nowhere, especially with Jack.
"We play hard ball here, Eileen. And the sooner you learn that, the more you'll enjoy yourself. Now follow me, and don't think you can get away. I see that in your fuckin' eyes."
Eileen sighed with relief. At least they were leaving the rack. She looked at the walls, wrinkling up her forehead as she studied the various instruments hanging from wooden pegs. There were all sorts of whips, riding crops, harnesses, instruments she thought were better used on animals than on humans.
Jack passed them by without even glancing at them, and once more the teen sighed with relief. Perhaps the punishment or treatment would be slight, this being her first day. She shuddered, turning her eyes from the distressing instruments of pain, and followed the attendant through to another, smaller door.
Unlocking it, he stepped back, gesturing with one hand for Eileen to enter.
"What ... it's a shower room!"
But it was unlike any shower room she had ever seen. There were the familiar small, white tiles and one or two nozzles. But from a quick glance, Eileen could see they hadn't been used for some time.
She moved forward, her toes curling against the cold floor. She stood there, her hands crossed modestly over her pussy, while the attendant walked to the far wall and checked a small spigot some two feet above the tiled floor.
"Okay, over here, against the wall. Face it!" he barked.
Eileen walked past Jack to the position indicated by him with a nod. It was only then when she realized she had missed something very important in the shower room: a pair of large clamps suspended from the ceiling by chains.
The clamps were huge-the kind she had seen at the end of jumper cables for cars. They and the chains were painted the same glaring white as the walls, and had blended in with the room from the distance.
The teen looked over one shoulder curiously, wondering if this were the correct spot Jack had indicated.
"Keep your face against the wall!"
Eileen stiffened at the barking sound of his voice.
Don't get him upset, she told herself, working her fingers together. The rope binding her wrists to one another was looser this time, than the first time when she had been affixed to the pillar. Still, her arms were starting to ache from the bound position.
Now Jack came up to her, pushing the girl an inch or two from the wall, while taking the clamp in one hand and squeezing down on the handle.
Eileen watched, knowing that in some way this was going to hurt her. She looked, seeing the sharp, jagged, metallic teeth inches from her face.
"You know, they've got these kinda clamps in car washes, places where people can hang their mats and shit, and hose 'em down. They're good for keeping shit together under water pressure, you know?"
And with that, Jack twisted the clamp around, bringing it down several inches, and pressing the teeth up against her right nipple.
Eileen was horrified. In an instant, she knew what he was going to do to her. Her feet slipped on the cold, wet, bathroom floor as she snapped her head back and let out a terrible cry of fear. But her bound hands made it impossible for her to avoid the clamp.
Jack slid the jaws halfway over her nipple, then let the handle go. Immediately, the girl felt those horrid teeth biting hard into her tit-tip, sending streamers of hot, singeing pain crashing into her head.
"Yaghhh!"
"And to even things up, here's the other one."
Jack was behind her now, his body pressing hers against the wall while he fumbled for the other clamp.
Eileen screamed and bawled, the pain almost too much to bear. For a moment, the girl thought her nipple would tear right off, leaving a gaping, bloody wound. Then the other clamp chewed down on her left tit, the teeth sharper, it seemed, than the first one.
Eileen shrieked the screams of the damned, her knees knocking hard against the white, tiled walls while her feet fought to keep balance. She couldn't fall. She couldn't lose her balance. The weight of her body would surely do damage to her nipples, more than was being done now.
Eileen fought for her sanity, pushing away the agony as much as she could, her screams finally dying into choked sobs.
"That's good, real good. Now we're gonna wash you. Hose you down real nice, just like a car mat," Jack said.
Eileen ground her teeth together, pulling back just a little and looking down at her tortured nipples. Those teeth were biting into her nipples, pulling them out from the surrounding flesh.
The girl jerked her head up, biting her lower lip. No! She couldn't look down, couldn't stare at the savagery violating her body. It was like watching her own execution! And those sounds behind her. What was Jack doing?
"Now, for a little action."
Now Eileen knew why he was checking the spigot. He had attached a long, black, rubber hose to it, and was holding a metal wand, similar to those she had used on her mother's car in a self-service car wash. There was a small trigger at one end, a trigger Jack pulled after turning on the main valve.
A fine spray of icy water shot from the end, a spray Jack directed immediately at the young, chained girl.
"No! No! It's so cold! Stop it! You're taking my breath away! Uhhh!"
Eileen's chest tightened while her throat constricted at the same time. Those cruel jaws bit more savagely into her nipples.
CHAPTER THREE
Eileen began prancing, her feet sliding on the slick surface while her tits jiggled against one another. The clamps hurt her more furiously the colder she became.
Jack moved in front of her now, directing the stream against her tits, then her throat. It was as if he had taken both hands and choked the wind from her!
Eileen jerked her head to one side, turning away from the drowning spray, trying to gasp in air while the spray continued to torment her.
"No, no! Stop!"
Jack dropped the wand, flicking another switch. A blast of hot water smashed into her ribcage, making her mouth drop open.
Eileen slipped hard against the wall, banging her chin and nose against the cinder block while twisting away from the offending spray. It was impossible. She skated and slid on the wet tiled floor, and Jack pursued her with that horrid wand, having turned the spray into a fairly thick stream.
"You wanna fuck this? You wanna have this mother shoved up your pussy, you fuckin' slut?"
Eileen paused, gasping in air. She turned and looked at him with hatred. She tried to spit at him, but the water smacked her hard across the face like a fist, knocking her head back and filling her mouth.
"Uh!" Eileen coughed and choked, feeling her long, blonde hair tangling wetly around her throat like a snake.
Jack moved the wand down to her pussy, letting the water massage her cunt erotically.
Eileen turned her head from the big man, resting one cheek against the wall while bringing her knees together. If only she could hide her pussy from this man! If only she could keep her cunt from that awfully good feeling of warm water kissing and sucking at her cunt.
The clamps forced Eileen to remain in one position if she didn't want to tear her pinched nipples. Jack knew it and took advantage of the fact, making sure the water hit her clit like a hammer.
Eileen groaned, feeling her cunt-lips opening and fluttering against one another, while a lusty flash of fire exploded again and again in her clit.
"Uh ... huhhhhhhh!"
Eileen rolled her belly away from the big man, twisting her hips around so she presented Jack her ass instead of her cunt.
Undaunted, the attendant shot the stream of hot water right up her thighs and into her shitter.
"Awwwwwkk!" Eileen squawked.
Her knees bent, and her eyes rounded from the sudden asshole invasion. She jerked and twisted against those dreadful clamps that were distending her nipples while that stream of hot water reddened the curves of her ass and shot up her shit-chute.
Then Jack was shooting the spray into her cunt, beating her with the side of the wand until she finally turned back toward the wall. The incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit and her cunt-hole made the girl's hips fuck back and forth.
Eileen let out another groan of pain, shame and desire.
"Baby, you're fuckin' the water just like it's a cock. You're sure good at this," Jack mocked, moving the spray back and forth across her body as if she were a car needing a wash.
Eileen tried to hide the lascivious feeling rushing through her like lava. What had started out as pure torture turned quickly into something else, something far more enjoyable.
All Eileen knew was that the climax building in her would go off soon. Images of Warren, of faceless men who would pin her down to the bed some day and fuck her, flashed into her mind.
It was wrong, Eileen knew, to have those thoughts. Thoughts that made her wish there were something in her right now, something hard and long and thick, fucking her fast, hard, brutally!
The thought of a man's cock fucking her made Eileen's cunt start creaming. She let out another squeak, writhing around, trying to get the stream of water onto the mouth of her cunt.
"Little slut! Now you can't wait to have more feeling, eh? Christ, I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you when I get through with this!" Jack said thickly.
Eileen felt the wand blast a hot stream across her belly and onto her tits. She jerked back. The clamps seemed alive, chewing her nipples, nipping them with their strong, cruel, iron teeth.
Her cunt began to throb lewdly, seeming to take all the strength from her body. She rested one cheek against the wall, feeling her knees buckle. Her pussy was starting to cum. Her cunt was clenched tight.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Eileen was completely out of control. She wanted to scream, but she could only let out an occasional rutting grunt.
Jack's fingers tightened around the wand as he directed the spray hard against her pussy. He watched the girl's face blanch, her eyes squinch shut.
Eileen parted her lips, letting out gasping groans while fucking her thighs against that fucking stream. The sound of the splashing water drowned out any cruel words Jack had to offer while she came. Eileen was strangling on her own sobs and cries while she tried to get away from the awful power of her own reaction.
Cumming! Oh, oh, so good! So very, very good!
The water moved back to her asshole as her pussy exploded into its final blast of orgasm. Jack was shoving the head of the wand up her asshole like a metal finger, twisting it around. Her knees shot apart as a pained cry escaped from her lips.
The water filled her up like a balloon, the tension and the heat setting off her clit in another round of explosions. Eileen nearly forgot about the pain around her nipples. She pulled and yanked her tits against those horrible clamps, making the chains clank against one another as the water continued to do its job. The naked, tortured, still-cumming woman twisted around, then threw herself pell-mell against the wall and let out a baleful cry.
"Noooooo! Oh, God! God! God in heaven, no! This can't be happening!"
Jack fucked her shitter with the wand, twisting it some more. When the spray began shooting back out of her shitter, he yanked it out, beating the metal wand against her and between her shoulder blades.
Eileen didn't care. The more sensation, the better and the harder her cum. She was all cunt-hot, clenching, wet, throbbing. She felt her knees growing weak again, and she dropped her head back. The water stopped, and she fell into a sudden silence.
"Hey, bitch, what the fuck's wrong?"
Eileen was suspended halfway between consciousness and a faint. Somehow, the girl managed to keep standing, although she found it nearly impossible to open her eyes and talk. All Eileen knew was that she couldn't let herself fall. The clamps would tear her nipples from her tits.
Eileen felt the wrinkly areolas tighten and throb around the metal teeth while her feet slipped a few more inches apart. The girl had no idea how much longer she'd be able to keep standing.
Jack dropped the wand, moved forward and pulled the clamps from her nipples.
"Eaghhghghgghhhh!" With a cry, Eileen fell into a coma-like sleep. Something inside her, however, something that told her consciousness was the only way to survive, kept the girl near the surface of awareness.
In a little while, Eileen came to, her head lolling from side to side. Cracking her eyes open a bit, she peered through her long lashes and caught glimpses of overhead lights. Someone was carrying her down a hall.
"Too bad you're not awake, bitch. But I'm gonna knock you back into this world, baby. Then it's back up to Mrs. Henshaw. She likes to see progress."
Eileen felt Jack shifting his grip on her torso. He was opening yet another door. He kicked at it, grabbing her again and carrying her down another small corridor.
Eileen lay as loose and limp as she could, not watning him to realize that she had already awakened.
They entered another room, and this time Jack set her down on a cold, wooden table. Eileen kept her eyes shut tight now, feeling herself being lifted, then set down once more. She let her arms dangle off it, lying with her arms off the sides. She was breathing slowly, easily, regularly, hiding the flutter of nervousness in her belly.
"Good, real good!" Jack whispered, peering down at her.
Eileen cracked her eyes open again, staring at one side of the room. There were more instruments. Every room it seemed, was nothing more than a torture chamber, something to degrade and cause pain. She heard heavy breathing over her, and once again the girl closed her eyelids.
"Yeah! Yeah, just what I want!"
Eileen put every ounce of her being into remaining still. Maybe if she were limp enough, he would go away disgusted, and try to find another victim to horrify.
She felt his hands pulling at her waist. She cringed at the rough, brutal touch, but Jack didn't appear to notice. She let him bring her bound hands above her head, shackling them to something very cold and hard.
More cuffs, she thought. More chains, more restraints, more pain.
Jack was muttering something under his breath.
Eileen felt the table tipping forward! She exhaled quickly with surprise, still trying to maintain her pretense of being in a coma. Her head rose slightly. She opened her eyes, finding herself facing a wall, blank except for a glass-fronted cabinet showing whips and other devices.
Stay calm! Don't panic, Eileen thought, seeing Jack crossing her vision. She closed her eyes again.
"Don't try to play 'possum with me, Eileen. You're awake-probably been awake ever since we got here. I can prove that."
"Uhhh!" Eileen doubled up, her knees jerking up to the base of her jiggling tits.
Jack had slapped her savagely across the belly with an open hand, then backhanded her across the chin. He slapped her again and again, the force of the blows knocking her head from side to side.
"You like having something in your pussy? You like getting fucked?"
"I never did anything like that in my life!" Eileen shot back, hardly able to speak through her sobs.
"That's not what your old lady says. You've been fuckin' around like a little bunny," Jack sneered, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
"Ahhh!" Eileen screamed, feeling him tearing the strands from her scalp.
Jack watched her with unmasked glee, staring at her as she winced and sobbed. He liked watching her cringe and scream and jerk when he hurt her.
"No, lemme go! Lemme go!"
Jack gave her hair a final twist, then pulled back, holding her chin between a thumb and forefinger.
Eileen trembled, seeing the savagery flicker in those black, steady eyes.
"Yeah, we're gonna make sure you don't yell the walls down while I fuck you!"
He let go, turning and opening the glass cabinet in front of her. Eileen pulled at the cuffs holding her wrists high over her head, beating her legs against the up-ended table. Jack turned around once more, holding what appeared to be some sort of mask. It was of black leather, as indeed most of the articles in the room were. Walking up to her, he spread it open, laying it loosely over her head.
Eileen shivered, shaking her head and whimpering. She could feel the leather tightening around her skull, sliding down over her forehead. She struggled, kicking her heels against the wood, beating her naked thighs against the table.
"Mmmfmmfmmffffff!"
The leather was smooth and cool, pressing hard against her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, her nose. There were two tiny slits cut in the upper portion of the hood, slits through which Eileen could peer through. She could tell from the sensation against her lips that there was also a mouth opening, but it had been zipped shut for the moment.
Jack was sliding the hood around until it fitted her like a second skin. Only then did he unzip the mouth opening.
"That's good. When I wanna hear you or let you talk or stick something down your throat, I can do it. When I want you to shut the fuck up, just as easy as pie," he said, laughing at the girl's situation.
"Wh-what are you going to do now?" Eileen ventured.
"Always hate to see a hole unused. While I'm fuckin' you, got something for you to nibble on," Jack said, disappearing for a moment.
When he returned, Eileen saw that he had something clenched in one hand. The hood, unfortunately, didn't give her much latitude to see. She felt pressure against her lips, a kind of soft, rubbery pressure. Instinctively, the girl opened her mouth wide, swallowing as it pushed into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart. It was long and thick and slightly warm.
Tentatively, the girl brought her teeth down, scraping along the surface of that invading thing. Rubber. There was the definite taste of rubber. Opening her eyes as wide as she could and peering through the slits in the black, leather hood, Eileen saw that it was some kind of plastic cock Jack was screwing down into her mouth!
Eileen gagged, coughing violently as she jerked her head up from the table. Another backhanded slap knocked her skull down to the table. When the dildo had slipped over her tonsils and was touching the back of her throat, Jack stopped shoving it in, affixing it to her mouth with three small leather straps.
"Unnfnfnnfnfffff!"
"That'll keep you quiet for awhile. Chew on it, baby! Chew and suck on it like it was my own cock," Jack said with a laugh.
Eileen swallowed, terrified that she would choke on her own saliva. Working her throat muscles while lifting her head just a little, the teen was able to keep from gagging on her spit. She lay there, listening to her own labored breathing, very conscious of her nakedness, of her helplessness, stretched out on the table and hooded like a falcon.
When the first whipping blow came across her thighs, it was almost a relief. The waiting was over. The stinging, hot blow across her upper thigh made Eileen kick one leg out while chomping down hard on the dildo. A second blow, this one crossing the first, made the girl let out another muffled cry.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
Jack slashed the whip across her belly, the leather smacking her dry flesh like a stinging hand, leaving long red marks on her white skin.
Eileen arched her spine, wallowing her shoulders against the wood as she beat her legs like a drum.
No! No! Oh, the pain was horrid! Her tummy and thighs were on fire, her wrists chafed against the metal restraining cuffs.
Jack shoved the butt of the whip up against her chin, forcing her head back. "Bitch! Little slut! Fuckin's too good for you, way too good!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Eileen squealed, nearly swallowing the dildo whole as the stinging leather smacked horribly across her injured nipples. She thought he had ripped the tips off. Grinding her teeth together, Eileen felt the pain go on and on as she brought her knees together. She rubbed them hard against one another, as if that would somehow stop the pain.
"Yeah, nice tits, nice...."
Looping the leather around her tits, Jack tightened the whip like a noose, forcing her nipples to pop up, distending each tit until Eileen was grunting and raising up her ass from the pain.
Jack loosened the whip, drawing it from around her tits and cracking it near her ear. The girl screamed, curling her fingers until the nails creased her sweaty palms.
Jack came closer to Eileen, his face filling up her field of vision. A thought came to her, a thought of revenge, and possibly escape. She would kick him in the balls, bring her feet up between his legs and make him suffer the way he was making her twist and turn.
"Yaghghghhghghffffff!" Eileen let out a howl of agony, feeling Jack tear at her cunt-hairs, pulling them out a fistful at a time.
Eileen screeched again, biting down hard on the plastic dildo filling her mouth while beating her ankles against the tilted table. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through her guts.
Eileen brought one knee up, searching for that opening that would let her explode the big man's balls. He would pay for this, pay for it dearly! No one could get away with something like this without paying for it in full!
"Unghfhh-hhhfff!"
Eileen felt herself falling to pieces. Jack was alternately caressing her clit, then pulling more hairs from her pussy. She felt pain and fear, and pleasure, somehow. It was curious, something Eileen knew she would have to think about when she was alone in her cell.
"Unnhhfhhhffff!"
The whip came down in a broad arc across her belly with a dry smack, the sound frightening Eileen nearly as much as the hot, stinging pain. Another blow. Then another, this one directed at her kneecaps.
The girl's legs flew apart, one finally kicking in the air from the vicious pain. She screamed at him, yelling vile curses. The dildo blocked most of her words, choking her. Coughing, gagging, Eileen swallowed hard, afraid that the dildo would choke the wind from her if she became too excited.
"Yaghghghgghhffff!"
Her legs struggled to wrap around him, to kick his balls to jelly, and his fingers found a deeper grip on her slick, greasy cunt-flesh.
"Fucked, bitch! That what you're gonna be when I get through with you. There won't be a goddamned virgin pore on your body!"
"No, no!"
The brutality of the situation had made Eileen forget Jack's threat-that he was going to fuck her, going to tear out her cherry with his cock!
She was feeling the last traces of her decency tear into tatters as his fingernails ripped into the soft, sensitive flesh of her cunt-lips. The girl's cunt-lips felt as if they were on fire, burning and throbbing with delight while Jack continued to abuse her.
"Uh! Oh! Oh!"
Jack lashed and beat her, grabbing more of her cunt and twisting it around and around.
Eileen fought, her fingers grasping uselessly at the rope and chain holding her to the metal cuffs. Twice she tried kicking him away, her legs missing their target and crashing hard and uselessly back against the table top.
Jack laughed at her wild attempts at revenge.
"Come on, baby! Come on and try to kick me away! Try to get back! There ain't no way you're gonna do it. We're gonna tame you, you little hell-cat!"
"Uhhhhh!"
Anger and frustration combined to make Eileen scream out. The pain in her pussy and Jack's vicious blows aroused her, leading to a kind of gruesome excitement burning between her whip-scarred thighs.
Jack still beat at her. tits and belly with his whip, doubling it, and letting the looped end do the work. But now the grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt.
Eileen couldn't help her reaction, her hips twisting and rolling. She wanted something to satisfy that itchy, airy feeling throbbing through her pussy. No longer did the blonde teen feel the splintery hardness of the table hurting her back and ass. No longer did she concentrate on the chafing, pulling sensation of the cuffs against her wrists. Something else had caught her attention, something far more pleasant, that pulsed between her legs.
Jack groaned, shoving his face between her tits and biting on her nipples.
Eileen screamed from the pain.
Jack pulled back, reaching down and unzipping his trousers. Through those tiny slits, Eileen was able to see the bulge in his pants, a protrusion that spoke of only one thing-a big, fat cock.
"You like it, Eileen? Any of your boyfriends have anything like this to fuck you with?"
"No!" The girl gasped, her eyes widening.
Eileen had seen pictures of guys with nice cocks, pictures her girlfriends had smuggled into the bathroom at school. But this ... his cock was far bigger than any she had ever seen-maybe ten or eleven inches.
His cock was really dark at the tip, almost a kind of purple. The veins were all knotty and blue, throbbing with lust as his balls screwed up tight against his groin.
Jack stepped out of his trousers, scratching his balls absently while picking up the whip once more and doubling it in front of her. He stepped carefully toward her, keeping his body to the side, protecting his cock and balls from her kick.
Uncrossing her legs, Eileen dangled on tiptoes to ease the pain in her upper arms. Her muscles felt as if they were cramping and knotting against one another.
"Take it, little slut! You won't be passin' out that pussy any more once I get through with it! You're gonna wanna save it for studs like me. That's what a woman should be doing anyway!" Jack ranted, wiping one hand across his mouth. "Unless she's some fuckin' nympho!"
"Noooofffff!"
Reaching up, Jack took hold of the dildo and rammed it hard into her mouth, nearly tearing the straps.
Eileen's eyes widened, her throat constricting as she felt the head of that plastic cock squeeze well down into her throat. Her muscles bulged against her sweaty flesh while she writhed in horror. He was choking the wind from her, cutting off her oxygen supply with that latex cock.
Eileen struggled wildly against the long fat cock, her ass flattening against the table while her legs kicked out again and again. She had to have air! She had to have oxygen or she would die right here, strapped to the table!
"Unnfnnfnnffff!"
Jack pulled the dildo from her throat finally, letting it rest on her tongue, supported by the straps. Eileen groaned, falling back to the table top, eyeing his fat cock stiffly wagging between his legs.
"Now, good fucking, real good fucking," he murmured, taking her head in his hands and shaking it violently from left to right.
He was climbing onto her, opening his tunic and pushing his body up against hers.
How she liked it! In spite of the agony, Eileen couldn't help but groan with delight at the touch of his hot, thick-muscled body! His hands worked down to her ass, his fingers creasing her flesh, kneading it like dough while he rubbed his cock up and down over her jagged, juicy cunt-crack.
Jack was toying with her, rubbing his cock on her clit, watching her body twitch as if someone had touched it with his cattle prod once more.
"Man! Good pussy, good hot pussy! Gonna have some good hot meat in here!"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Jack had pulled his ass up, dragging his cock back to her cunt, then shoving in. His cock stretched her cunt, scratching an itch deep inside her. She could feel ominous rumblings in her pussy.
"Uhhhh!"
Jack worked his hips from side to side, shoving his cock into her cunt until his cock-tip touched her cherry. He stopped, pulling his head up and looking hard at her.
"Fuckin' bitch! You are a virgin! Man, baby, been sellin' you short. Don't matter much, though," Jack said with an apologetic shrug. "You won't be cherry once you get outta this room!"
Eileen felt him pulling away. She tensed her thighs, working her ass up and rolling her hips. In a flash, he was back atop her, pulling the dildo from her mouth and holding it up against her cunt.
Jack began twisting the latex cock down into her cunt until the tip was shoved up against the soft bunched flesh of her cherry. Eileen gasped, throwing her head back, clawing her fingernails against her palms.
"Yeah, baby, it's gonna be real good!"
"Hurts!" Eileen shrieked, feeling the pressure increase tremendously.
Still, her cherry hadn't given. The girl panted hotly, rolling her head against his cheek, blocking the cruel laughter coming from Jack as he twisted the dildo some more and pushed even harder.
Eileen panted hotly. She thought she would pass out, then wished she could as the agony knifed into her brain. It was almost as bad as the whipping, the hair-tearing, all the other awful things they had done to her.
She jerked her ass from the sudden sensation of jagged, hot pain, the unfamiliar feeling of being fully penetrated by something. He had finally done it! She could feel that awful plastic cock rummaging around in her cunt, filling her up, pushing against her womb.
Eileen let out a loud gasp as Jack kept on fucking that dildo in and out, in and out, trenching out her cunt-hole, forcing the sensitive membranes to stretch around the latex cock.
"That oughtta do it," he said, pulling the cock out and letting it fall to the floor.
Eileen wanted to say something, to cry out in anger and indignation at the way she had been treated. But only sobs escaped her lips.
Jack held her shoulders down with both hands, fitting the fat, meaty head of his cock into her pussy and shoving down.
Eileen clenched her teeth, rolling her eyes as she felt his cock entering her, splitting her in two, tearing her apart as if she were a piece of tissue paper.
"Mmfmmfmfmmffffff!"
It was awful and wonderful at the same time. Jack was fucking her, actually fucking her, rodding her cunt savagely with that horse-sized cock of his, in and out of her tight little cunt.
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!"
His hands slapped her tits, her face, then moved down to her ass where he squeezed her ass-cheeks until the teen squealed.
Eileen was feeling a hot, flashing fire stoke up higher and higher between her legs. In spite of this rape, in spite of the pain, Eileen was growing more and more aroused. The carnal feel of rubbing her thighs against a man's made her giddy with a wild kind of delight.
"Baby, bitch! Man, gonna pop ... uhhhh ... pop my load!"
"No, no!"
But Eileen wanted to feel it, feel everything about this man. She grunted again, twisting her thighs up to him, feeling his cock slip all the way into her cunt once again.
The rising heat in her cunt made her move like a wild cat, pulling against the restraints, folding her legs around his and pushing up against his prick. All Eileen wanted was to have him pummel her cunt with his cock, smash his prick into her pussy and fill her up with his cum.
"Fuck!" Jack shouted, striking her several times across the face before settling down hard atop her body and feeding her his cum-greased cock.
Eileen felt something firehosing inside her cunt, something very hot and wet spattering up against her cunt-walls.
"Man, oh man!"
As his balls emptied their wad, Eileen felt her own climax explode. It started as a distant rumble, her cunt clenching wetly against his shooting cock. Desperately, Eileen tried jerking her arms free. She wanted to hold him, to draw herself up against him while he fucked deep into her cunt.
Jack fucked her for what seemed to be an eternity, hammering his hips against hers until her flesh was black and blue with bruises. But the teen didn't care. It was so wonderful, so savage, so total!
Eileen felt far away and dreamy, fucking her hips up, feeling her cunt-muscles clenching for the last time before relaxing into a milking kind of action.
"Christ! For the first time, baby, you're one hot little bitch! Practically tore my meat right off my balls," Jack gasped.
Eileen felt dirtied, yet at the same time relieved by the release of her climax. Hanging there limply by her wrists, the young teen sobbed, wishing he would take the hood off now and take her back to her cell.
"Had enough?" Jack asked, reaching up and unfastening the cuffs.
Eileen sagged, her body slipping to the floor. She tried stiffening her legs, but the ordeal of having been whipped and raped had been too much for her. She collapsed in a crumpled heap at Jack's feet, her wrists still securely bound behind her back.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
He was about to take off her hood, when he had a change of heart, walking around behind her. She felt his booted foot pressing halfway between her jutting shoulder blades. He rubbed the heel of his boot against her flesh, pressing down against her spine, making her gasp once more.
Eileen pushed up with both hands, trying to get up from the floor. But the pressure of Jack's foot against her back was too strong. He shoved down, forcing her flat on the floor like a squashed bug. "Uhhh!"
Again, Eileen tried pushing herself up from the floor, bracing her hands on either side of her body. But Jack drew one leg back and kicked it forward, driving the point of one boot hard against her head.
Eileen screamed. Her body wrenched to one side, her arms flying out from under her while her legs collapsed. She tumbled to the floor, rolling onto her side, drawing her legs up in a protective fetal position.
"No!"
Jack was pressing the full sole of his boot up against her cheek, the heel on her chin, the toe rubbing into her right temple.
Eileen trembled, unsure if she should try scooting around or not. He could crush her skull like an eggshell. She lay there, trembling with doubt, shivering with terror as the attendant rubbed his heel against her jaw.
"Real pretty, girl. Real nice fuck. I'd be nuts if I fucked up somethin' like that. But I'm still havin' my fun workin' you into the dirt, baby!"
He moved quickly, taking the boot off her face, then kicking her hard against the hip. That blow forced Eileen over onto her back. Stepping between her raised knees, Jack drove his boot into her cunt, working the greasy leather past her cunt-lips, up against her clit.
The sensation of having his boot fucking her pussy drove Eileen mad with fear and delight. She twisted up against him, then squirmed back, her old morality taking hold once again.
Jack pursued, kicking, twisting, watching the girl scoot and squirm against his boot while he savagely pursued her cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack pulled Eileen up from the floor and shoved her violently back against the wall, her head striking one of the pegs on which hung a riding crop. The instrument tumbled to the floor as Eileen slid down, her back flesh scraping painfully against the wall.
Jack stormed up to her, swinging his hand like a huge hammer and bringing the flat of his hand hard against one side of her face.
Eileen's body jerked as if someone had planted explosives in her ass, her legs kicking out while her torso twisted like a snake. Her head snapped back and her hair flew in all directions. "Ohhhh, God!"
Eileen's legs were folded under her, and her arms were twisted together like pretzels. Jack kicked his boot against her thigh, rubbing the heel of one boot over her leg. The girl let out another groan, jerking her arms free and trying to cover her face with her fingers.
Jack slapped her again, jerking both of her arms forward so hard that the girl thought he had popped them from their sockets. Her face blanched, another shriek of agony tearing from her mouth as she pitched forward.
Eileen came down hard on both elbows, her body snapping forward, her forehead hitting hard against the floor.
Jack was merciless, moving behind her quickly as she crouched there on her hands and knees, kicking her roughly in the ass with the toe of his boot.
"Awwwwkwkk!" With a cry of defeat, the helpless, ravaged teen pitched forward yet again, her hands sprawled to either side of her body while her legs jerked.
Eileen sobbed wildly for Jack to stop. She pleaded with him, refusing to turn her face toward him for fear he would kick her again.
"Okay," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "You've had enough, baby. You've been fucked and shown what the shit's gonna happen to you if you try anything like runnin' away. Remember, we always find the girls. And, man, you don't even wanna guess what we do to them!"
Eileen pulled herself up from the floor. Jack offered no support. She knew she didn't dare lag behind him as he opened the door and indicated for her to slip through and follow him through the corridors.
Twice she saw girls she remembered having eyed in the parlor. But how changed they were! How haggard, how abused they looked now!
Eileen thought of her own appearance, of how she must look after having been tortured, then raped, then kicked half to death against the floor. No. She must have shocked them as they shocked her.
What a school this was turning out to be. Eileen wondered if there would be" any classes or counseling, something that would at least give the semblance of an institution. "In here."
It was the same room in which she had been first bound. The door creaked open, revealing the same poles with the straps attached.
Jack pushed her forward with one hand, slapping her ass twice when she didn't move quickly enough.
"Stop there."
Eileen stood between two pillars, looking up at the straps dangling from the low ceiling. She could almost touch them, she thought, if the bonds weren't on her wrists.
Jack untied her wrists then, stuffing the rope in his back pocket and turning her around. Eileen kept her head down, her eyes modestly cast to the floor while her hair curtained her face. That way, Jack couldn't see the look of fear trembling across her face.
"On your ass ... now!"
She felt his big hands on her shoulders, pushing her toward the floor.
Eileen didn't dare hesitate, quickly falling to the floor and stretching her legs out in front of her as she had been told. Grabbing one ankle, Jack jerked her leg up to his shoulder, holding her leg with one hand while reaching up and taking hold of one of the straps.
Eileen lay flat on the floor, her shoulders pressing against the hard surface as the big attendant slipped a strap around her ankle. He tightened the leather until she let out a groan, her face contorted with a wince.
Jack smiled at the reaction, bending over and taking her other leg, similarly slipping a strap around her ankle. Adjusting the two tightly, he managed to slowly raise her body from the floor, until Eileen was dangling upside down from the pole, her arms behind her.
Eileen tried raising herself from her tummy, but the effort was too great.
"Not gonna leave nothin' to chance," he muttered.
He took one arm and stretched it out to the bottom of the right pillar and affixed her wrist to a thin, leather strap. Doing the same to her opposite arm, Jack had managed to crucify her upside down. He looked down at his handiwork and appeared pleased.
"Oh, God, this is ... horrible! Please, don't ... don't leave me like this!" Eileen cried, seeing him moving away from her toward the door.
"I'll be going. But somebody else'll be here to take care of you. The first day's always the roughest," Jack added, seeing more tears welling up in her eyes as he opened the door.
"No, don't go, no!"
Eileen was alone now, alone in the huge room filled with pillars. Alone, and bound upside down.
She tried wriggling around, managing at least to raise her head a little bit from the floor and keep the blood from rushing to her skull.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. No one came. For a panic-stricken moment, Eileen thought they would leave her there for the night to fend for herself. She thrashed as much as she could, her muscles tensing, her wrists and ankles chafing badly against the restraints as she screamed and cried for help.
"My goodness! What's this all about? I thought Jack had calmed you down. At least, that's what he told me!"
Eileen immediately recognized the cool, steady voice of Mrs. Henshaw. She stopped her struggling immediately, sagging in her bonds.
There was something in Mrs. Henshaw's manner, something that told Eileen this was more than a casual visit to see how her charge was faring.
"Please, I'll be good. I promise I won't do anything to offend you or ... or anybody who works here," Eileen said in as submissive a voice as she could muster.
Mrs. Henshaw smiled with pleasure, nodding her head.
"I'm sure you won't. But then," she added, arching both her thin eyebrows, "our girls always say that the first day. It's so strange, so new, so terrifying. We have to see how you are later, when you've had a chance to get used to us."
"Used to you?"
Eileen jerked in her bonds, wondering how anyone could get used to this. Mrs. Henshaw shrugged her shoulders again, then walked to a small, green cabinet on one side of the room.
Opening the door, the woman pulled out what appeared to be a red, rubber ball. Only this one, Eileen saw, had two black, leather straps attached to its sides. Leaving the door open, Mrs. Henshaw walked back to Eileen, bending down and tapping the girl lightly on the jaw.
"Open up, Eileen. Unlike Jack and the others, I don't particularly care to hear the girls scream."
"No! Oh, God, what ... unngnnfnnffff!"
There was no chance to protest. When Eileen didn't open quickly enough, Mrs. Henshaw pressed two fingers hard against the junction of her jaws, creating so much pain that the teen parted her lips as widely as she could.
Satisfied, Mrs. Henshaw slipped the ball in the girl's mouth, pushing it back until the filthy, red latex was pressing hard against her molars. Eileen nearly gagged.
Mrs. Henshaw then slipped the straps around Eileen's head, attaching them firmly behind her skull to keep the latex ball in place.
"Now, your final lesson for the day. I think," Mrs. Henshaw said, beginning to undress in front of Eileen, "you'll enjoy this. Most girls do ... after they have a chance to get used to it."
Eileen watched with round eyes as the woman disrobed. Mrs. Henshaw had a magnificent body that was somehow threatening, intimidating. Mrs. Henshaw wore no bra, no panties, nothing under her white dress.
"I enjoy doing things to the girls just as Jack does. And, of course, it manages to give you a sense of discipline, something sadly lacking in your lives," Mrs. Henshaw said, her voice hardening.
Eileen's former exhaustion left her for the moment, as curiosity took over and flowed through her body. She watched Mrs. Henshaw strut back to the green cabinet, her long arms disappearing for a moment as she rummaged around the cabinet. When she pulled her hands out, Eileen saw she had grabbed a dildo similar to the one Jack had used on her.
But on closer inspection, Eileen saw there was a difference. There were tiny, spike-like projections all over the dildo and, as Mrs. Henshaw tilted it down, Eileen could see two tiny batteries pushed into the bottom.
"It's almost like being fucked ... except for these," Mrs. Henshaw said, pointing to one of the many bumps on the dildo.
She lowered the dildo toward Eileen's spread-open pussy. The girl tensed her thighs, the tendons bulging as she twisted to the right, then to the left, knowing there was no way to escape her fate. Beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead, then ran down her cheeks as she stared breathlessly at the strange object.
Mrs. Henshaw flicked a tiny switch at the bottom of the nine-inch dildo. Immediately, the plastic cock started squirming around, the ugly, latex sides stretching and contracting as if they were the sides of a snake. At the same time, the spikes were moving in and out, lengthening, shortening, then lengthening again.
"Some of these are electrified as well, giving off tiny shocks. Of course," Mrs. Henshaw said, starting to insert the tip of the dildo into Eileen's cunt, "it's only a battery charge, so the current isn't much. Still, you should feel something, dear."
Eileen stiffened her spine, her mouth opening while a rush of air escaped from her parted lips. She screamed behind the gagging ball, shutting her eyes tight while wrinkling her forehead. A throbbing pain shot through her skull as she felt the shocks pricking her cunt-muscles, sending them off into an itchy, aching spasm that increased with the passing minutes.
"Noofooofoffff!"
Eileen strangled on her own spit, her ankles twisting in the restraints while her legs kicked.
That dildo was like a live animal in her cunt, twisting and rubbing against her tight cunt-walls. The shocks made her pussy-muscles contract against the dildo. Eileen bounced her body, feeling the restraints against her wrists and ankles more than ever.
Mrs. Henshaw watched with obvious approval, one hand down to her pussy and slowly strumming her clit while the other was thumbing one of her stiffening nipples. Opening her eyes again, Eileen could see the woman's rising excitement.
"Now, if you calm down I'll give you a big surprise."
Eileen fought for control. Perhaps if she were quiet, Mrs. Henshaw would let her go sooner. She nodded, stopping her writhing and gagging cries.
Mrs. Henshaw smiled approvingly, reaching down and unfastening the straps holding that awful ball in the girl's mouth.
Eileen was grateful, licking her lips and wishing she could get the vile taste of rubber from her mouth.
"Now, you use that tongue wisely, and I promise you that your trips to the punishing room will be reduced."
"What do you want me to do?" Eileen gasped, feeling the dildo worming its way into her cunt, touching all those secret bumps and hollows and making her shiver in her bondage.
Eileen watched the mistress bend down, squatting over her, her thick, bushy cunt lowering closer and closer toward Eileen's face. Eileen shuddered. She had heard about women who like other women. But never, never had she guessed she would be meeting one.
For the moment, Eileen felt speechless, her mouth open, her eyes wide. Then, Mrs. Henshaw reached up and took hold of one end of the dildo, stirring it around in the girl's swampy cunt, fucking it in and out, making Eileen stiffen and cry out.
"Ohhhhh! Please, don't, don't...." the girl screamed, her eyelids fluttering while her legs tensed again.
She was growing dizzy, having been bound upside down for such a long period of time. That, and the constant movement in her pussy, were making her so hot, so confused. And coming closer was that black-haired cunt, glistening evilly.
Under the thick growth of tangled, wiry pussy-hair, Eileen could see the red gash of Mrs. Henshaw's cunt-lips. It frightened her.
"That's it, Eileen. Just move your tongue back and forth-as if you were licking a lollypop," Mrs. Henshaw said, fitting her thighs against the girl's face.
Eileen froze, holding her breath, unsure of what to do. She felt the soft, white flesh caressing the hot sides of her face. And there, rubbing over her lips was Mrs. Henshaw's hot, trembling cunt.
Her pussy was trembling, shivering with a hot lust Eileen was unfamiliar with. The woman was sawing her thighs lightly back and forth, rubbing her pussy-lips against Eileen's mouth, her nose!
"Ohhhhhh!"
The moan from the mistress signaled a change in her attitude. The woman lost her authoritative stance and started playing the part of a lover, holding onto Eileen, prancing her cunt lovingly over the girl's lips.
Eileen had to exhale. Her eyes were starting to swim as she tried to hold her breath longer and longer.
Mrs. Henshaw liked that feeling, the sensation of Eileen's breath rustling through her cunt-hairs. The woman stiffened, throwing her head back while looping her arms around Eileen's upturned ass.
"That's it, Eileen! Oh, that's a good little girl!" Mrs. Henshaw crooned, bouncing up and down, her tits slapping together. "Just move your tongue around a little more ... ooooooh, like that! Oh, Jack was right! You certainly are good at what you do!"
Eileen felt her clit being massaged by the woman's fingers while Mrs. Henshaw continued fucking the sparking dildo in and out, in and out of her tight little cunt.
Flicking her tongue out, Eileen licked the slick, hot surface of Mrs. Henshaw's delicate clit. Instantly, the juicy cunt shoved down harder until it was pressed firmly against the teen's mouth. Eileen began to realize her own pussy was being stoked hotter and hotter by Mrs. Henshaw's manipulations.
"Ohhh, no, please...."
Eileen felt fingers working along her tense, rubbery cunt-lips, touching her clit, while other fingers worked the dildo faster and faster. It was almost the same as getting fucked by Jack. Only this time, a woman was doing it, fucking her with that horrid plastic cock as she lay upside down, strapped to two pillars.
"Oh, yes! Yes, do it! Do it to me!" Mrs. Henshaw begged, working her cunt more frantically against Eileen's sucking mouth.
The girl obliged, stiffening her tongue and skewering it deep in the mistress's pussy.
Mrs. Henshaw rewarded Eileen for that effort by poking the dildo all the way in her cunt until the rounded tip nudged her womb. Eileen cried out, her body trembling heavily in the bonds.
Eileen felt spasms hit Mrs. Henshaw's cunt. The woman pitched forward, letting go of the dildo and holding onto Eileen's body. She babbled something while her clit popped hard into the girl's mouth.
Eileen was cumming quickly. Several of those sparking projections rested against her clit. That was all she needed. Her cunt-muscles contracted violently, sending delightful, explosive sensations racing up her spine to her brain.
Eileen was cumming with a vengeance, her body bouncing in the ropes, her knees shaking and knocking together while her cunt contracted and milked against the dildo.
Mrs. Henshaw lay her head against the girl's tummy, trying to regain her breath while still stirring the dildo in Eileen's cunt.
"You've had enough for the day," Mrs. Henshaw said throatily, standing up eventually and pulling the dildo from Eileen's cunt.
The teen sighed with relief, watching as Mrs. Henshaw got dressed. She deftly worked above Eileen, unfastening the leather straps around her ankles first, then lowering her slowly to the floor before finishing with the straps restraining her wrists.
There was no need to worry about her escaping. Eileen was simply too exhausted to even think of running, let alone carrying out a plan. She lay gathering her thoughts for a moment, then struggled to her feet, feeling the room sway about her.
"You've had a big day, dear. Perhaps as the time passes, you'll learn to wear your burden more easily. We'll see," Mrs. Henshaw said almost kindly, escorting her from the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Eileen spent the night in chains. Mrs. Henshaw hadn't lied about how she would be treated. The collar had come back on, as had the other restraints, taut enough to keep her from roving too far from the bed, yet loose enough for the girl to sleep if she lay on her back or left side.
Eileen had sobbed half the night, unable to push aside the sensation of heavy metal resting against her body. Eileen tossed and turned in her chains, feeling more and more abandoned as the late-hours ticked by.
The next morning, Eileen was taken to breakfast by Jack. He said very little, almost ignoring her as he guided her down the corridor and into a pristine, cafeteria-style dining hall.
It was the first time Eileen saw any of the other girls, other than the first day she came here. There were about fifteen, altogether, all of them naked, all of them sitting with their heads bowed, their wrists bound.
It was difficult learning how to eat with both hands cuffed. More than once, Eileen dropped her food on her lap, learning to dip her head nearly to the plate to scoop up her breakfast.
She ate slowly, on purpose, wanting to see if she could catch someone's eyes. And, more importantly, she wanted this relatively pleasant period of time to last.
She had just finished her milk when Jack lay a heavy, paw-like hand on her shoulder, pushing her back slightly from the table.
"You've had enough time. Don't stall."
Eileen spotted Janet at the end of the table, the girl looking up from her plate and giving Eileen a friendly, encouraging smile. Eileen wanted to say something, but Jack jerked her up from her seat, pulled her away from the table and pushed her down the hall.
Eileen tossed the hair from her eyes, feeling her tummy fluttering, as if filled with butterflies. She hadn't forgotten the slaps, the whipping, the raping, the bondage from the other day. She was more than ever aware of her nakedness, of her helplessness, this morning. She had had an entire evening to think about her situation, and it appeared more bleak than ever!
Feeling sorry for herself, Eileen paid little attention to where Jack was leading her. It was with some surprise, then, that Eileen found herself outdoors.
Jack shoved her roughly out from the doorway. She stumbled, her toes stubbing over the sharp, gray gravel. She was in an inner courtyard, the three-story, gray walls of the mansion looming high above her and blotting out all but a square area of sky from her view.
Eileen realized that she and Jack were not alone. There were other attendants there, some of them squatting on the ground, tossing pebbles, others standing jauntily, their arms crossed, their eyes showing some interest as Eileen stumbled into their midst.
"There she is, one of the new ones. Broke 'er in the other day," Jack said proudly, slapping her roundly on the ass.
Eileen wheeled around and glared at him, ignoring the laughter around her. She wanted to kick him again, mash his balls. But he was staying away from her, shaking his head from side to side.
"You still haven't learned, have you? Everything Mrs. Henshaw and I did, and you still haven't learned."
Eileen pulled in her upper arms, trying to cover her naked tits while she folded one leg over the other.
Jack pulled out a small switchblade, pressing the button and releasing the cutting edge.
Eileen saw the gleaming metal and flinched away from the big attendant, her eyes desperately searching for some way out. But the other attendants had formed a tight, little circle around her, preventing the teen from running away.
"Oh, no! No! Don't, don't touch me with that thing!" Eileen begged, her head shaking with terror as her eyes focused on the big blade.
Jack was brandishing the switchblade in front of her, holding the blade near her eyes. He was going to carve her up, slaughter her like a pig in front of these men!
Eileen screamed, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. Let him strike now! Let him stab that thing in my belly, carve me up like an animal in front of this cheering mob!
"Uh!"
With one, quick movement, Jack had sliced the blade through the cord holding her wrists together.
Eileen staggered back, feeling a pair of hands cupping her ass. She didn't mind that at all. She was relieved it had all been a ruse. He had only meant to cut her bonds.
"Now, move around here, walk around the guys, show 'em how you're built. Man, she's somethin' else to fuck! Tight little cunt, but all hot and wet, just the way a woman should be!" Jack said with relish.
Eileen checked her wrists again. No. There was no damage, no cuts. Jack had been quick, but accurate.
When Eileen didn't move, still thanking God to be alive, Jack grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her forward. She stumbled, her arms flailing to regain her balance.
"Now walk in front of them, you little slut. You show 'em what kinda stuff you got. Maybe if you're real good they won't fuck with you too much," Jack threatened.
Eileen pushed her long, blonde hair from her eyes, staring at the attendants. Some of them were openly rubbing their crotches, working their cocks through their white trousers. Was it going to be some kind of massive gang-bang? What kind of discipline was she supposed to learn from this?
Eileen wanted to cry out for Mrs. Henshaw. But then again, she doubted the woman would come to help her. She had probably ordered this to happen. There was little in this home, Eileen guessed, that happened without the mistress' approval.
"Please, don't...."
Eileen walked around in a small circle, her eyes focused on each of the men she passed, her flesh puckering up in goose bumps. The sharp gravel hurt her bare soles terribly.
She walked more slowly when she approached Jack. Would he flash that knife again, terrifying her in front of his buddies?
Nothing. She passed him, wondering how long this was going to last.
"Uh!"
Jack pushed her again, knocking her to her knees.
Eileen scraped her knees and hands painfully over the gravel, nearly falling to her face. Rising quickly, Eileen whimpered, still moving in a tight, little circle before the men.
"Oh!"
Someone broke the silence and tried to grab her. There was laughter and obscenities chasing her toward the center. Turning, she saw Jack facing her, his fists raised as if he were going to pound her into the ground.
The men were enlarging the circle now, their backs nearly pressed against the sides of the building, giving her more room to run, more room to play with them.
"No!"
She ran backward, her feet sinking into the lose gravel. Her tits jiggled and bobbed, while her ass-cheeks and thighs shivered with her violent moves. More goose bumps exploded on her body. Someone kicked her, while two men grabbed her arms, twisting them around her back until her wrists were pressed against her lower neck.
Eileen screamed, the pain shooting through her shoulder blades, then up her spine to her skull. Somebody jammed a finger in her asshole, fucking it in all the way to his knuckle.
The girl shouted and shrieked, feeling something very warm trickle down her thighs. She knew she was pissing on herself.
Jack noticed and pointed it out to the other men. The attendants roared at her disgrace, letting her go with another hearty slap across the ass.
"No! Oh, God, no!"
Eileen looked up at the patch of blue sky over her. It was so peaceful. And here ... here a kind of insanity was ruling!
There was more shouting. Some of the attendants were unzipping their white trousers, pulling out their cocks and milking them in front of her.
Eileen flushed beet red.
The girl heard movement behind her. It was a tall well-built, blond attendant, one hand stretched out for her hair. She tried jerking back, but Eileen had noticed him too late. He grabbed her hair, pulling back to slow her down.
Her head bent back from the painful tugging while her arms shot out in front of her. She screamed through her clenched teeth as her feet shuffled wildly in the loose, cutting gravel. Eileen thought surely her soles must be bloody by now from all the running over the sharp stones.
"Uh!"
He had her tightly pressed against him now, wrapping one arm around her waist and jamming three fingers in her cunt.
"Man, she's hot! Real hot, even now!" he announced to his buddies.
"Hey, baby! Come on, we're gonna play Naked Movie Star, a real, nice movie game. You're gonna be a star in your own porn flick," another shouted, watching as his buddy fucked Eileen with those fingers.
Eileen screamed again, trying to jerk away from the big attendant. He kept her in check, ramming his fingers in and out, in and out, twisting them around while scraping his jagged fingernails against her cunt-walls.
Eileen's eyes rolled wildly, her knees knocking against one another while her feet slipped and slid over the gravel. She felt her body leaning heavily against his while she endured his brutal, finger-fucking. Her belly and cunt-muscles were tight, her thighs clenching as she yelped and squawked with pain. "Uh!"
While his fingers probed her cunt-hole, she squirted piss again, the terror she felt overriding her sense of decency. Cursing, the attendant jerked his hand away from her cunt and shoved his soiled fingers into her mouth.
Eileen choked and gagged, trying to turn her head away from the offending hand. There was little she could do. He had her, forcing her to lick his fingers, forcing the girl to choke on her own piss.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Taste good? Taste good, licking your own piss, baby?" the attendant shouted.
"No, oh, no ... please...."
More laughter, more derision. The attendant, having finished with her, let her go, wiping his fingers against his uniform.
Eileen was about to sink to her knees and cover her face in shame, when she saw Jack walking up to her from the corner of her eye.
It wasn't over yet. Oh, dear God, it wasn't over yet!
Jack had his black belt doubled in his fist. Before she could run, he slapped her ass with it, making her ass-cheeks tingle. He struck her again and again, cross-crossing the strokes.
Eileen's knees buckled. She whimpered, gagged and threw her head back, making her long, blonde hair sweep over her shoulders. With each stroke of the black leather belt, Eileen became weaker.
"Uhhhhh!"
Two other attendants removed their belts and pelted her across the thighs, the backs of her legs, her feet. She felt the stinging blows of those belts and wheeled around, peering through her flowing hair at the sneering men.
"No! No, please, no...."
Eileen felt as if she were being turned around on some platter, beaten, attacked, pushed this way and that. Her body swayed from left to right, beaten continually by the heavy beating of black leather against her flesh.
"Awwwwwk!"
Jack brought his belt down hard on her ass, raising curving, red welts. With each stroke, her tummy quaked. She gagged as someone wrapped a belt around her throat and tightened it, the leather biting hard into her flesh.
Eileen screamed, her eyes rolling wildly while her tongue slipped from between her lips and wagged uncontrollably. She was making choked, strangling sounds, the spittle frothing around her mouth and oozing down her chin. Her eyes darted rapidly back and forth as the attendant tightened his grip around her throat.
Eileen flailed her arms, trying to jab her elbows into her assailant's ribs. Nothing. Nothing she could do. He was trying to strangle her, trying to kill her right in front of the others.
The more Eileen struggled, the tighter his grip seemed to get! Just when she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, the man let go, drawing the belt fast from her throat and pushing her forward.
Eileen drew her hands up to her throat, sucking in air, temporarily forgetting about the shouting crowd around her as she fought for consciousness.
"I didn't tell you to stop moving. Come on, bitch, do as you're told!"
When Eileen didn't obey, he punched her hard against the back of her head, temporarily stunning her.
Recovering, the girl moved around the circle again, her eyes meeting with a tall, young man who looked like Warren. In Eileen's confused mind it was Warren, here with these animals torturing her. She felt rage rise in her like vomit.
Eileen screamed, charging at the young attendant. She tore at his eyes, clawing his cheeks, wanting to destroy him.
Stunned by her sudden aggressiveness, he remained passive. Then, as her nails cut deep, he reached up and threw her off.
"Goddamned little slut! She's got life in her yet," Jack said behind her. "We'll tame the bitch, though."
Jack dragged her back, her heels digging a small trench in the loose gravel.
Eileen struggled, her heart racing while she twisted and writhed in his grip.
"No!"
But she had proven to be untrustworthy. Looking up, she saw that savage look in Jack's eyes and trembled for her safety.
He was still holding that terrible belt, and the same fright that had attacked the girl earlier, attacked her again. She wiggled away from the big man, stumbling forward.
Someone kicked her in the face, the tip of his shoe catching her just below her eye. Eileen's head snapped back while she rubbed the sore spot with one hand.
Jack brought the belt down hard between her shoulder blades. With a sharp cry, the girl crept away from Jack's snapping belt. Eileen scooted toward the center of the circle, trying to keep a safe distance between her and Jack.
"No, no, no!" she whispered, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
It was a nightmare. Terror knifed through her, numbing her brain as she saw his belt tapping lightly against his side.
Jack's face darkened, his jaw set firmly as he stared hotly at her.
"You'll be taught respect, discipline. That's what all you whores are here for, and that's the thing you're all gonna learn, like it or not," Jack said.
The others murmured in assent. "I never did anything wrong! I swear it!" Eileen countered.
But her protest did no good. Jack approached her quickly now, bent on hurting her more.
She was moving backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on him. She turned, falling once more to her hands and knees. Someone kicked her in the ribs, nearly knocking her flat on the ground.
Eileen recovered her balance, running away from him, crouched on all fours. The others loved what was happening, trying to trip her, trying to kick her as her tits brushed over the uneven gravel.
"Uh!" One of the attendants stuck a foot out and tripped her, sending her chin scraping against the gravel.
She got back up and started running once more. Jack was purposely taking shorter steps, not wanting to overtake the naked girl too soon. Eileen crawled faster and slipped, falling face down in the sharp gravel.
"No!" Eileen rose a third time, breathing faster, the effort of trying to keep away from Jack nearly bursting her lungs.
When she tired of the game, Jack came atop her, snapping the halves of the belt together.
"God! God, help me!" Eileen screamed, rolling onto her back like a cornered animal and covering her face with her hands. "Ugh!"
The belt came down, the beveled end chewing hard along her hips.
Eileen screamed, her heart pounding as if it would tear through her ribs. She scooted away, only to find a hard boot kicking her in the face and sending her rolling back to Jack. He stopped her with both legs, bringing the belt down around her chin and looping it around her neck like a noose. Jack was choking her just as the other man had tried.
Only this time, Eileen thought it was for real. She thought she would die, die here, naked and raped and beaten.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Awwwwkkk!"
Jack was slowly lifting the girl from the ground by her neck, keeping the belt tight around her throat. The black leather worked its way against her windpipe once more. Her ass left the ground while her legs were kicking out in front of her.
Eileen brought both hands up, scratching her nails wildly around the creasing leather, trying to pull it away from her flesh so she could breathe.
"Let 'er go, man! She's gonna croak if you keep it up!" someone shouted.
Jack muttered something, then let go of the belt, sending Eileen falling back to the ground. Half-turning from him, the girl began crawling toward the young man she had clawed earlier, wanting to destroy him.
"Not so fast, baby. You've gotta take care of me first."
The belt came down hard across both tits, the leather stinging her sensitive nubs.
Eileen rolled away, her hands fluttering around her body, trying to protect the various parts as Jack beat her savagely all over. It came down between her thighs, stinging, long, red marks near her pussy.
Besides the pain, a kind of hot, lusty fire was starting to crackle deep in her cunt, flicking tentative tongues of flame toward her clit. Eileen looked up, watching the belt swinging over her. As the belt snapped down, the girl wondered how much more heat would explode between her shivering, white thighs.
"Uh!"
The belt caught the swells of her ass-cheeks, making her body jerk as if he had touched her with the cattle prod. Another blow brought needle-sharp heat pinching her clit. Again and again the belt bit, the heat snapping at her clit.
Eileen whimpered and screamed, but now the cries were mixed with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh!"
Jack stopped, throwing the belt at her in disgust.
"Bitch! My turn again, slut!"
"No! No!"
He threw himself on top of her, pulling and tearing at her hair, kicking her knees apart, while settling onto her like a stag mounting his bitch in the woods.
Eileen looked up. Jack appeared magnified, sweat oozing down his face, making his tunic cling to his body. His hands were clenching and unclenching, grabbing at her tits, hurting her terribly, slapping her while he settled between her legs.
Eileen felt nothing but pleasure at this attack. The fear had evaporated, while something far greater began to explode between her legs.
"Uh!"
His weight was crushing her, knocking the wind from her lungs. Still, Eileen didn't care. She knew he was going to fuck her.
All she could think about was his prick, his long, hard, thick cock that had raped her earlier. Behind her, she could hear the men roaring in approval, begging for sloppy seconds after he had finished with her.
The big animal on top of her ignored them, and beat her, driving into her cunt-hole and stabbing deep.
"Awkwkwwkkw!"
Eileen's arms were free! This time, Eileen was able to throw them around her attacker, holding him tight as he squeezed his cock into her cunt-hole.
Eileen went crazy-a fucking, rutting, young animal, wildly jerking her ass against the sharp gravel. She could feel the stones abrading her flesh, while the big attendant fucked down and deep.
Jack was banging his hips hard against hers, biting her neck, slapping her at times, then rearing back like a horse. He kicked her with one leg, bruising her naked flesh while he kept his cock securely pushed into her cunt-hole.
And as he drilled his cock into her milking, clenching fuck-hole, the grip on her hips tightened. Jack leaned forward a little more, his hands slid from her hips, to her ribs, to her shoulders, to her throat.
He was choking her. His fingers tightened. Stars exploded behind Eileen's eyes while her tongue rolled out from between her lips.
"Ufhfhhfhffff!"
Jerking her arms, up, she raked his shoulders, her nails sliding harmlessly off his tunic. The world was slipping crazily around her as she writhed helplessly under him.
"No!"
Desperately, the girl brought one hand up, backhanding Jack, slapping him the way he had slapped her, doing anything to keep him from killing her. And still, she could feel his cock fucking her, touching her clit, making her gasp and twist and moan while the air leaked from her lungs, leaving her body helpless.
Eileen felt herself slipping into oblivion. Jack released his grip, letting her suck in air with ragged, rasping sounds. Eileen felt wads of his jizz shooting into her cunt, spattering her cunt-walls, making her pussy quiver and milk against his rodding cock.
Eileen screamed, scratching her nails against his flesh. But Jack didn't care. He had won. He had crushed her in the dirt in front of these men, had fucked her, had nearly killed her, then made her cum. Eileen jerked and thrashed like a speared fish, her legs kicking, her heels digging into the loose gravel.
She had cum, and cum hard! Eileen felt his cock ripping through her cunt still, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. Her milking, clutching cunt was still convulsing lightly when he finally withdrew his fat, bulbous cock-head, shaking the sweat from his cheeks.
"Good, baby, good fuckin'! But that's what I expected from you. Man, she's got a good, tight, little pussy, boys. Now, I gotta show 'er how much I appreciated that fuck. Ain't too often you get somethin' like that, especially here where some of 'em just kinda cry and whimper when you poke 'em."
Jack made a movement with one hand. The others gathered around, their cocks still out. Jack still had his trousers draped loosely around his ankles. He held his cock in one hand, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Jack's cum bubbled from Eileen's cunt still, mixed with her juices, as Eileen tried rolling away from Jack. He put one boot down on her hip, forcing her back on her spine. Taking careful aim with his cock-head, he bent his knees slightly and loosened his grip on his cock.
A droplet appeared at his piss-slit, followed by another. Eileen looked up with fascination, her heart in her throat. She felt disgust rising in her as she guessed what was next. A stream of piss confirmed her suspicion.
"No! Oh, God, this is ... disgusting! You pigs!"
Eileen rolled onto her belly, in spite of the vicious kicks against her spine and belly. A swift jab to her ribs brought the teen around once more.
The piss continued, the hot, stinging, salty stream splattering against her belly, then trickling down to her cunt. Eileen gagged, bringing one hand to her mouth to keep from vomiting in front of the men.
Jack brought the stream back to the teen's chin, spraying it between her fingers, watching as her forehead wrinkled with disgust and her hands clamped more tightly around her nose and mouth. He brought the stream over to her tits, stinging the yellow piss over her stiff, red nipples, finally dumping the last of his piss directly over her cunt.
Groaning, Eileen folded one leg over the other and tried a third time to roll onto her tummy. Jack kicked one leg between her thighs, nearly jabbing the toe of his boot in her cunt. With another moan, the young, blonde teen fell back on her spine and waited for the ordeal to end.
"Okay, boys, go at her," Jack instructed, flicking the last of his piss from his cock-head and bending over to hitch up his trousers.
Most preferred not to do anything. But several squatted over the girl, sending streams of sticky, foul-smelling piss cascading over her body. Eileen lay there passively for a moment, enduring the stinging, hot spray of piss on her thighs, her face, her shoulders, her belly.
"Uhhhhhhh!" She writhed in anguish, filled with revulsion at what was happening to her.
"The bitch enjoys it," someone said, kicking one hand away from her mouth and sending a shower of piss into her throat.
Eileen turned her face away, spitting out the foul liquid and barely managing to keep from throwing up her breakfast. Someone else was directing his piss along her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes, spreading the stink until Eileen thought she would have rather died at Jack's strangling hands than endure something this awful, this degrading.
The piss stopped. She lay there like a defeated whore, spread open, cum oozing from her fuck-slut, her body covered with the smelly, sticky urine. The attendants all left, except for Jack. He threaded his belt back into his trousers and was nudging her with his boot.
"Come on, baby. It's over for now. You've had your fun. Gotta get you cleaned up or you're gonna smell like a real pile of manure! That's one thing Mrs. Henshaw don't like. She don't like her girls stayin' dirty, no matter what's happened to 'em. The sooner you learn that, like discipline, the better off you'll be."
Eileen sighed, picking herself up with Jack helping her. Some pebbles still clung to her as he thrust her back through the doorway, locking the big metal door carefully behind her.
Eileen knew she had to look a mess. They had fucked her, whipped her, pissed on her. She prayed to God she wouldn't meet any of the other girls. Then again, Eileen realized they were probably enduring some awful humiliation would look about the same as she. "In the shower."
It was a small, cold, white metal stall twenty feet from the courtyard door. There was only one temperature-icy cold. Still, that was better than having to endure the smell of her body.
Eileen turned around in the water. It made her flesh pucker and become blue, and she felt her flesh tighten against her skeleton.
Jack was there, standing with his arms and legs crossed, watching her as she dipped her head under the spray and cleansed her flesh of the foul-smelling piss.
"Now, you'll have some time to think about what happened-just like yesterday," he said, reaching into the stall and turning off the spray.
Eileen trembled as she toweled off with the rag Jack had thrown to her. Were they going to strap her upside down between those poles again?
Eileen's mind whirled with awful possibilities as they made their way back along the familiar corridor to the punishment room. She shuddered as the sound of Jack's keys rattled against one another. He pushed her in, closing the door behind her.
"You'll rest here ... just like you did the other day ... but on that."
It was the rack.
Eileen was too exhausted, too humiliated, to offer any resistance. She nodded her head, sitting on the edge of the rack while Jack pulled the straps out from the wood.
"Okay, down. Lay across like that," he said, making a broad gesture with one hand.
She obeyed, putting her head on a small, leather pillow at one end of the rack, her feet fitting into two grooves side by side at the foot.
Jack attached the straps over her ankles tightly, pulling them until he heard the girl groan from the pressure.
"Now, arms over the head ... like that."
Obediently, Eileen stretched both arms over her head.
"Can see we won't be able to tie you up for some time after this ... unless we wanna tear your arms off," he commented, tightening the straps until her skin stretched painfully over her muscles.
Jack stepped back and rubbed his cock thoughtfully, eyeing the helpless teen. no
"I'll be back sometime later, orders from upstairs," he said, nodding in the direction of what Eileen guessed was Mrs. Henshaw's office.
The door closed with a soft, thudding sound, leaving Eileen all alone. She tugged at the straps, hoping there would be some weakness, some tear that would free her from this bondage. They held all too well.
Eileen tried a second time, then gave up, deciding not to exhaust herself. She lay there, feeling the cool pressure of the wood against her legs and ass, thinking about Jack and the others, and of what they'd done to her so far.
That awful chase scene, the beating, the rape, the pissing-it was terrible, beastly. Never had she thought of people doing something like that to others. And for what purpose? For discipline?
Eileen closed her eyes tightly, tears oozing out from the blonde lashes and trickling down her cheeks.
Thoughts like these rattled around Eileen's confused brain for nearly an hour as she lay there, stretched across the rack.
When there were sounds of footsteps outside the door, she stiffened, shaking herself back to reality. She would have to be alert.
"Well, there's the slut," one attendant said. It was one of the group from outside who had pissed on her.
Jack was behind, closing the door.
"And what'd the old lady say?" the attendant asked in a soft voice.
"Anything goes, as long as it's confined to this room," Jack answered, nodding. "The rack's always good to break the girls who get too uppity."
"I dunno if I'd call her uppity. Feisty bitch, maybe. And a real hot one. Whatcha doin' with her now?" the man asked, arching his eyebrows curiously.
"Watch."
"Please! No, don't ... oh, God!" Eileen begged, rolling her eyes around, following Jack-as he moved to the head of the rack and unhitched a large handle that had apparently been locked in place.
Eileen let out a little cry of surprise, feeling the machine shudder beneath her. The parts were all moveable, she thought, feeling her arms start to slide away from her head. She wallowed her shoulder-blades against the wood, jerking her head up and staring wide-eyed at her feet.
Jack was stretching her, pulling the gears back and jerking her arms out from behind her.
Eileen could feel the pressure increase and tear at her biceps and triceps. Her tendons stretched to the ripping point along her elbows and shoulders. The girl let out another cry, dropping her head back down and shouting.
Her feet began to move away from her now, the straps tugging hard at her ankles and jerking them. Her kneecaps popped while her thighs and hips arched horribly. They were pulling her apart like a wishbone, stretching her with that dreadful, medieval machine.
Eileen felt a blunt object poking at her shitter, working up and down, up and down, each successive upward movement a little higher than the previous one.
"It's a dildo, Eileen, placed approximately where your asshole is," Jack said, working the gears more quickly.
The upper portion of the rack slipped back down, easing the pressure on her shoulders and arms. The section down by her feet continued to tug down, working her ass over the dildo until the plastic cock-head nuzzled hard against her wrinkled shitter.
Eileen let out another cry, twisting her hips around, trying to keep the dildo from entering her.
"Mrs. Henshaw figured out the machine. She's pretty good at these sorts of things," Jack remarked, bending over and checking to ensure the dildo was making progress.
The dildo was on some sort of rotating device, working higher and higher up her ass, finally pushing past her tight, little shitter and into her bowels.
Eileen's eyes fluttered open, her jaws parting, and a cry escaped. "Alyeeeeee!"
The rack was working harder now, both ends pulling her apart as Jack adjusted the gears.
And that dildo, that awful, thick, stiff cock, was squeezing into her asshole, stretching it until the teen thought surely something had torn down there. The agony reached to the outer curves of her ass, making her tummy-muscles spasm and her body shiver and quake against the rack.
Jack pulled the gears in another direction, letting the rack out another several inches. Eileen screamed, feeling something pop in her shoulders.
At least three inches of the dildo had slipped into her ass now.
Eileen sobbed, her cheeks puffed out as she endured this latest torture and humiliation. us
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rack was tearing at her arms, pulling the muscles taut until Eileen thought her body was going to rip in half. The leather was chewing hard into her flesh, nearly breaking the skin, while a dull throbbing ache in her shoulders increased to a steady, killing pain.
And above it all was that dildo, that horrid, lifeless cock screwing itself into her asshole, tearing at her bowels.
Eileen's face twisted into a mask of agony as Jack added more tension on the rack. "Eaghghghhh!"
The sliding dildo, as it shoved deeper into her bowels, was sending shivery thrills through her ass as well as pain.
Eileen felt her guts filling with the awful dildo. It was like having a growing load of iron-hard heat burning through her shitter. She thought the dildo would have to stop. How could it go on any more without really causing serious damage to her.
Eileen cried out to Jack, banging her fists against the leather holding them captive, begging the big attendant to ease the strain on her wrists, her ankles, her ass. But Jack only adjusted the gears more, pulling the rack farther apart, pulling and stretching her body.
Eileen let out another shriek, feeling as if the room were caving in on her.
"Yaghghghghhhh!"
A tree trunk was impaling her, splitting her in two as she lay there, stretched and helpless. In and out, in and out, that horrid dildo was going deeper and deeper with each fucking stroke.
Eileen sucked in a deep breath with a shuddery groan, feeling that dildo fill her up. The heat from the nerves in her asshole shot streamers of a weird kind of lust into her brain. Eileen, to her surprise, was wanting more cock up her ass, more sensation, as the rack ripped and tore at her wrists and ankles.
"The little bitch's enjoying it!"
The tempo of that ass-ripping cock was increasing more and more. Jack was turning something, making it fuck her ass harder and harder.
Eileen's body was stretched too tautly over the table for her to make any moves. She felt stretched like a thin piano wire while that ripping dildo fucked hard and long into her shitter. She closed her eyes, screaming as loudly as she could, while spittle frothed around the corners of her lips.
It was so wild, so hot! Eileen felt the hot friction in her dry ass like gasoline pouring into an open wound. The teen felt her clit starting to throb, to burn as if she were being fucked in the cunt.
The girl grunted with the effort of staying conscious, twisting a little, crying out more and more as the tension around her wrists and ankles increased. She felt the shuddering of the rack beneath her and guessed that Jack had pushed it to its limits.
The girl let out another baleful cry, digging her fingernails into her palms and waiting for her ultimate cum.
"Eaghghghhh!"
"Fuck! Could stick my dick right into that hot, little cunt now," Jack muttered, licking his lips like a wolf.
Eileen stared at him, her mind bleached clear of any thoughts except fucking and pain. Her tits jiggled like pudding as she hovered just above a mind-shattering climax. She wanted him, wanted Jack as she would have wanted a lover.
The cock behind her pulled out, sucking her guts down for the moment. Then the girl felt the rounded cock-head burrow back in, pushing its way back into her bowels. She hunched back as much as she could, feeling her body vibrating like a tuning fork.
"Man, can't take it!"
Jack locked the gears in place, unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers.
Eileen opened her eyes just in time to see the attendant crawling onto the rack.
While his buddy grinned and watched, Jack threw himself on top of the screaming, tortured girl, tearing at her nipples with his teeth, slapping her as hard as he could. He jerked his cock into her cunt and fucked her with one powerful, downward thrust.
"Yaghghghhhhh!"
Eileen felt her clit explode.
The girl screamed, her body shuddering against the rack while Jack sent a flood of jizz spurting into her cunt. His hands gripped her ass, kneading the flesh cruelly, while he came and came and came.
Eileen felt herself go wild while Jack fucked her pussy. The dildo drilled steadily, mercilessly, into her shitter. She was being fucked in both holes, her body violated in two spots. And the girl couldn't stop herself from climaxing.
Eileen twisted like a mare in rut, loving the agony, reveling in her degradation as both cocks tunneled into her body, drawing out the maximum pain and pleasure she was capable of.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Her tits mashed under Jack's hands, her nipples poking up like two red sticks. Lightning-like jots of delicious, prickling heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in her ass. Every fading motion of Jack's cock heightened the wrenching, struggling torture between her shivering thighs.
It was good, so very, very good! Eileen was ashamed of herself for having enjoyed this kind of sex. But she could no longer be a liar to herself. She had to admit it that she loved being hurt this way, her body stretched and abused, her face slapped, her ass pinched and kneaded while Jack fucked down deep into her cunt and that dildo nudged deep into her bowels.
"Man, she's been through the mill today, and it's just noon," the man said, checking his digital watch.
Jack had climbed off the rack, locking the gears in position while Eileen shivered and jerked as if voltage were coursing through her body.
She made lusty, little grunts as her climax slowly ebbed to nothing. Blinking open her eyes, she became terribly aware of the throbbing ache in her shoulders, her neck, her wrists, her knees.
"Ohhhhh, don't leave me like this!" she begged, looking pitifully at Jack.
"Hell, you'd probably love it! She'd cum again if I fucked 'er now," Jack said, hitching up his trousers and buckling his belt. "But that's not in the program. Come on, let's get 'er out."
There were more rumbling sensations beneath her as the rack began shrinking back together.
Eileen felt the tension relax immediately around her shoulders, and breathed a sigh of thanks. The bonds were removed and she was lifted easily from the rack.
Eileen leaned heavily against Jack, again remembering how good it had been having his cock in her. She once more felt his cum oozing from her cunt and guessed they were going to take her to the showers once more and hose her down. She dreaded the feel of that icy water.
But they were going in another direction. Both men turned right, away from the shower Eileen remembered.
"It's time for the noontime nap," Jack said, checking his watch. "Mrs. Henshaw figures you girls can't keep up the pace around here if you don't get some rest. But it's not gonna be back in your cell."
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice even.
"Right here. New room. I don't think you've been here. In any case," Jack said, shrugging his broad shoulders while unlocking the door, "you won't be alone. That girl Janet you've been talking to is in here, resting the same way you're gonna be."
"Oh!"
Eileen was appalled. It was a small room-about twenty feet by twenty feet, the cinder block walls making the tiny area more ominous than anything else Eileen had seen at the school so far.
There, to one side of the room, dangled Janet, her body hanging obscenely in mid-air.
"What have you done to her?" Eileen demanded, turning and staring Jack in the face.
"I was with you, remember, shit-face, or does your cunt forget that fast?" Jack said, whacking her smartly across the ass.
"Janet! Does it hurt?"
Eileen marveled that the girl wasn't screaming.
A long chain held Janet's body four feet above the cement floor. A large, metal cuff had been snapped around her wrist, attached to another iron cuff around her left ankle. Both were bound to the overhead chain, making her body curve against the natural bend of the spine.
Janet's face showed the pain and distress she obviously felt, although she attempted to smile the moment she saw Eileen enter the room.
"Don't worry about her. You've got your own problems here."
They pushed Eileen forward, Jack stretching out one hand and giving Janet's body a little shove. The girl screamed, the movement adding to the unnatural tension in her back, legs and arms.
Eileen jumped, wanting to help her friend, but the men blocked her way. All she could do was watch Janet swinging back and forth helplessly, her body spasming against the chains.
"Inside!"
Turning around, Eileen found herself facing a coffin, the door opened and waiting for her! She shrank back, nearly gagging.
"No! What do you want me in there for?"
It was an old-fashioned coffin, the top octagonally cut to fit the head and shoulders, while the bottom tapered for the feet. It was leaning back at a forty-five-degree angle against the wall.
Eileen beat her tiny fists against Jack's chest, kicking him, twisting and turning in his grip. Eileen shivered, looking at the horrid coffin and feeling her hair standing on end.
A coffin! Never!
"Come on, baby. It's a helluva lot better than your friend over there. She's practically coming apart. And you're gonna have it real easy. All you gotta do is climb in and enjoy," Jack said, laughing at her useless attempts to break away from him.
He pushed her in, slapping her twice across the face. His friend held her down while Jack tested the door, then slammed it hard. Soft clicking sounds at the top and bottom told Eileen they had locked her in. She felt panic rising in her once more, tiny dots of perspiration breaking out all over her flesh.
The coffin was tight-fitting. The wood pressed against her shoulders and upper arms, while her tits and ass billowed out slightly against the soft, dark wood. Each time she breathed, Eileen felt her breath puffing back against her cheeks. She thought she would suffocate.
Once her eyes had become accustomed to the dark, Eileen realized that there were tiny pinholes all over the structure, admitting enough air for her to survive. She waited until she heard the men leaving the room. From another scream, she guessed they had done something to Janet before walking away. "Janet?"
The girl's sobs slowly stopped as Eileen pressed her ears against the coffin. She had to say something, to do something other than remain here silent in the coffin.
"Oh, it hurts! This is the worst thing they've done to me since I tried getting away!" the girl groaned, her voice evidence of the agony throbbing through her body.
"They put me in here. I don't know what they're going to do, but I'll bet it's awful," Eileen replied, drawing some strength from being able to talk to her friend.
"Oh, I guess it's nothing more than I expected," Janet sighed, trying to adjust her body in that awkward U-shaped position. "They purposely left my right arm and leg untied to dangle. It hurt me more than trying to pull 'em up in the same position as my left."
Janet sighed. From the rattling sounds Eileen heard, she guessed the girl was still trying to find a more comfortable position.
"What did they do to you ... I mean, when you tried to get away?" Eileen asked, feeling she had to keep talking to keep her spirits from disintegrating into sheer panic.
"It was weird, really. I thought I'd done it, you know?" Janet began, her voice sounding relieved that she was talking to someone. Eileen was glad. "I'd managed to get outside, past the main gate. I even managed to snitch some clothes from the laundry, so I wouldn't be wandering around the desert naked, ready for some motorcycle gang to fuck me. But they captured me. A girl wandering alone out here in the flatland's gonna attract attention. They brought me back, and wow! Was Mrs. Henshaw angry!"
Janet's voice shuddered as she thought back to that day.
"She slapped me around real bad, then had some of the guys take me to the punishment room. They were ready for me. Had been for some time."
Janet groaned again, twisting around, still trying to find a more comfortable position.
"There was this big dildo sticking straight up from the floor-a stand, really-the top having this big, pink, plastic cock. Anyway, I stood there and looked at it and couldn't believe having something like that inside me."
Eileen shuddered.
"They stood around smirking at me and enjoying the way I was wincing. They let me stew for a while. Then they took me by the armpits and lifted me right over that awful thing. Mrs. Henshaw was there to watch. She produced a small jar and smeared grease all over it. I started to kick and fight, guessing what was going to happen. I was still new here and hadn't figured out that fighting just doesn't do you any good. They hit me some more, nearly knocking me out, then lowered me on that awful thing. Mrs. Henshaw pointed out that I could either keep quiet and let them have me as painlessly as possible, or I could fight and probably get torn up and hurt."
Janet paused again, groaning in her bonds.
"That wasn't much of a choice, but the only one I had. They held me over that horrible thing, fucking me a little with it, then pulling me up. God, I tried to get away, even tried kicking 'em again in spite of what Mrs. Henshaw warned. It didn't do me any good. They just laughed. So I just went limp and let them do what they damned-well wanted."
"But, didn't it hurt?" Eileen asked, digging her nails into her thighs.
"Oh, sure. At first. They were careful lowering me down, not wanting to ruin the merchandise and everything. When they finished, I was standing there on tiptoe. They backed away, pointing and laughing at me. I couldn't get both my feet flat on the ground without hurting myself. I tried getting off, but couldn't. So I just stood there, feeling real stupid, wishing I was dead. I knew I was blushing, something the guys really liked. One of them came up behind me, grabbed me, and started fucking me in the ass. Oh God, it hurt! But I couldn't do anything about it. The more I moved, the more I was sinking onto that dildo, and the more damage I might be doing."
Janet sobbed again, gasping in air before she continued her story.
"Then I found my cunt had stretched and was taking in the whole dildo. It was strange, getting fucked from behind, getting fucked like that in my cunt, and standing up all the time. Mrs. Henshaw just stared at me, smiling, almost laughing as the man came inside my ass. The other guard came after him, sliding right in on the guy's cum. He took longer to climax."
Janet whimpered, recalling the pain with a shudder.
"I thought my ass was going to burn up from all the friction. He kept pinching my nipples, almost tearing them off while he fucked my ass. He must've cum just before wrestling me onto that pole. Well, he finally shot. But the worst thing was that all that fucking and hitting and everything was turning me on. I don't know why, but it was. Just after he shot his load I felt my cunt get real hot and tight. Then I knew what was happening. I was cumming with that dildo still in me, my pussy grabbing hold of that dildo and milking it as if it were one of the guys screwing me. Mrs. Henshaw and the others saw what was happening and approved. I guess they expected it to happen."
Janet paused. Eileen felt her body glowing once more, her pussy getting hot and tight as she thought of Janet being fucked that way while Mrs. Henshaw looked on coolly. It was just like her.
"then what happened?"
"They left ... oh, after they had a few more jokes at my expense," Janet explained. "But they'd done the damage. Even after they left, I still felt the cum in my shitter. And I couldn't stop moving around and felt my cunt getting hot all over again. And sure enough, after they'd gone, I was cumming all the time. I couldn't help it. They were there sometimes, peeking in on me, seeing how I was doing. When they caught me bouncing up and down, they kept calling me awful names, coming in sometimes and slapping me. One of them even tried choking me to death with his belt, while the other pushed me down as hard as he could against that dildo thing. They must've kept me there all day. I don't know. For a while I thought I'd have to stay there all night. I got awfully scared at the thought I might fall asleep and my knees would buckle. I could hurt myself bad. But then, about ten or so, they lifted me off and chained me up against the wall. That's when Mrs. Henshaw came in with a small branding iron she'd heated up in the other room. I thought I was going to faint then and there when she just walked up to me-didn't even say word one-and branded the inside of my right thigh."
"Branded you?"
"You never saw it. I don't show it around much. I'm not that proud of it. Be careful," Janet warned. "They don't fool around here."
CHAPTER NINE
Footsteps! They were coming back. Eileen grew quiet, resting her forehead against the door of the coffin. Janet's horrid story had made her realize just how impossible it was for her to escape. Surely they would find her. They were so tight in their security around here it would be a miracle if she could even get outside her cell, let alone escape through the desert.
"No, no, no!"
There were smacking sounds outside the coffin.
Again, Eileen pressed her ear against the coffin, trying to make out exactly what was going on.
She could hear Janet screaming her lungs out while some man swore under his breath. The girl was crying out for help, the sounds of her screams mixing with the clanging sounds of her chains. There was more shouting, then the sound of something falling heavily to the floor.
Janet was groaning now, and Eileen felt her skin prickling as she heard them dragging a heavy object from the room.
Janet. Janet dead, or unconscious. What had they done to her?
For some minutes Eileen waited, reclining in the coffin, breathing more evenly. She heard someone coming in, heard the soft whispers of instructions. They were moving something around near her coffin.
Eileen became instantly alert, every nerve alive with attention. A faint, scraping sound caught her attention from below, followed by a gentle humming sound outside the coffin.
The girl felt something very sharp touching her right thigh. A needle! They were going to stab her in here! The girl let out a rush of air, clenching her fingers into fists and trying to draw back from the pricking object.
It was impossible! There was hardly any room inside the tight-fitting coffin to move!
There was soft laughter outside as Eileen let out a shout. The needle stopped, the sharp tip pressing hard against her skin without breaking it. Another scraping sound announced to the girl that someone was pushing in another needle.
"No!"
This one pricked her left thigh, just below her cunt-lips.
Eileen stood on tiptoe, pressing her ass back until it flattened hard against the rear of the coffin. A third, then a fourth needle came sliding in, the fifth one touching her cunt just above her clit.
Eileen let out a cry, banging her nose and forehead against the door of the coffin while her fists beat against the sides. She was shrieking as loudly as she could, telling them to stop.
"Aghghghhhhh!"
They were stabbing her ass now.
Eileen couldn't jerk forward. She would surely tear her cunt apart on the needles presently pricking her pussy and thighs. Eileen had to stand there, bawling as loudly as she could, as she felt those horrible pins prick her flesh.
She heard something scraping directly in front of her. Crossing her eyes, the blonde teen was able to discern a needle coming directly for her throat!
"No!"
It touched her throat. She coughed and drew back, praying silently. They had her in the coffin. All they had to do was kill her and drop the coffin in a hole.
The needle pulled back, moving to a lower section of the coffin, advancing forward once more until the tip was pricking her nipple. Eileen let out another shout, her body snapping back, her ass working against the needles piercing her flesh.
"Ooooowwwww!"
In spite of the many pinholes in the small box, air was becoming scarce because of her panting and screams.
Eileen was perspiring heavily, her flesh wet with sweat while her nostrils flared open wide for more oxygen. She fought to keep quiet, realizing she would suffocate if she continued to cry out and jerk.
"Uh!"
The needles continued to advance. Her nippies were pricked four times, the sensation making her clit quiver against the needle teasing her down there. She felt the oils rushing from her pussy, wetting down her cunt-lips, her cunt-hair.
It was a steady attack, the searing pain becoming delicious while those needles tore into her cunt, her belly, her ass, her tits. It was like having tiny teeth nibbling at her, working her up without really causing her any damage.
"No, no, no!"
Desperately, Eileen beat the sides of the coffin with her tiny fists.
Jack, or someone, was working the needles, especially those around her cunt and nipples. Eileen could feel two or three of them turning around and around, the pressure increasing at times, decreasing at others, making her nerves sparkle and sputter with excitement.
"Uhhhh, no! No more! Oh, God, I can't take any more!" she gasped.
The searing, dizzying agony soared higher and higher. Eileen stood on tiptoe once more, trying to shake off the needles twisting around and around in her moist pussy. They continued to prick her, send her up toward climax only to let her down slowly.
"Okay, give 'er the juice."
It was Jack's voice, a voice Eileen equated with the sound of hell. That humming sound she'd heard earlier. It was a little higher now.
"Eaghghghghhh!"
Eileen felt her body jerk back as if someone had struck her head-on with a truck.
Electricity! They had charged some of the needles, if not all of them, with electricity! She could feel the voltage sparking into her body, making her flesh quiver.
Eileen bawled more loudly, snapping her head from side to side. The girl felt her brain falling to pieces, her mind whirling about as the current seemed to increase.
Under her, Eileen could feel the coffin moving. Someone outside was leaning against it, steadying the case as the current increased.
"Eaghghghghhh!"
She arched her spine. She could feel her pulse in her thighs, in her ass, in her tits. But the needles pricking her cunt and tits seemed to have a higher voltage rushing through them.
Her pussy was starting to tremble as if it were being stoked by a fat, thick cock. Her nipples throbbed in time to the beating of her cunt.
Eileen curled her fingers into a fist again, digging her nails against her palms until she thought they were breaking skin. Her pussy itched and ached as more current flushed through her body, singeing her flesh!
"No!"
The humming sound increased its pitch, telling Eileen she was going to receive more voltage. It hit her like a runaway freight train, making her bones rattle, her muscles tighten and spasm, her head loll from side to side. Her nipples felt as if they were on fire as her body jerked and danced in the limited space of the coffin.
Eileen didn't know if she was even breathing or not. All functions seemed to cease as her body twisted around, pushed and pulled in all directions by the burning electricity that coursed through those vile needles!
She tried to scream once more, but nothing came from her vocal cords. The electricity had paralyzed them!
The young teen beat her head in a frenzy against the wood, feeling as if her heart would burst from the agonizing pain and agonizing pleasure shooting through her veins.
"No!"
Awful! Wonderful! Her tits were swollen and her clit was ready to burst. Her cunt-lips felt raw from the electrical torment. Someone moved the awful machine one notch higher. It was like having blunted shards of glass cutting into her clit and nipples.
Her cries came out now, choked by her own spittle as her flesh seemed to burn up with the current. Spit frothed from her mouth, wetting the front of the coffin while her toes banged hideously against the sides of the coffin.
"Higher!"
Eileen thought she would be electrocuted. Her heart was beating wildly, irregularly, as electricity fried her bones.
Then she came, came with a fury while her body burned in the shower of high-voltage current. She twisted and jerked in that tiny case as she shuddered with the power of her climax.
Juice frothed from her cunt-hole, wetting down her thighs, adding to the delight and horror of being tormented with that wretched needle-machine. Eileen let out cry after cry, slumping forward, almost fucking herself on those stabbing needles.
"Uh!"
Then the current stopped. Eileen moved her lips in silent, thankful prayer. She had managed to drag her arms up, pressing her fingertips against the front of her coffin.
The needles were pulled away from her, leaving the young girl alone, unassailed, in the tight-fitting case. There were more faint, scraping sounds, then the sounds of the locks being unfastened.
She felt the door open, and fell forward, Jack catching her. Cool, fresh air blew against her face. Moaning softly in his arms, the young teen wanted only to be taken back to her cell.
"Had enough?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh, please, I've had enough. Don't make me do any more."
"That ain't up to me. We're gonna have to put you on hold for awhile. Mrs. Henshaw wants to talk to you," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the chains Janet had been hung on.
"No! No, not those! No, you're not going to hang me up like that, are you?"
Her voice was shrill as she eyed those horrid chains. She thought of that horrid position Janet had been forced into, and she shivered, shrinking back against Jack's chest as if he would protect her.
"Don't worry. You're not gonna be bent like that-at least, not yet. Janet's a real special case, ever since she tried getting away from here," Jack said, positioning Eileen below the chain hanging from the ceiling.
Jack fastened a broad band around her wrist, then attached it to the overhead chain. The other attendant tightened the assembly until the naked girl stood only on her toes, her right hand straining high above her head.
Her face blanched as she thought of Janet again, of the horrid sound of her screams, and then that deadly thud.
"Please...."
"Now, we'll make sure you can enjoy this to the hilt," Jack said, pulling her higher and higher until she hung there, suspended by one wrist, her feet at least eighteen inches above the floor.
Eileen understood why the band was broad, realizing anything thinner would have hurt her terribly. She saw Jack approaching with more cuffs in hand.
Oh, God! God, they were going to truss her up as they had Janet!
CHAPTER TEN
Jack was quick, producing an anklet and tightening it around Eileen's right ankle while the other man attached a similar band around her left wrist. Jack raised and bent back his victim's leg, fastening the two bands together with a single link.
The weeping girl hung from one wrist, her other wrist and its opposite ankle joined at her back. Her left foot hung without support.
"There, you haven't been tied up like your friend, right? That's what you were worried about."
Eileen grimaced, grinding her teeth together. The pain from that awkward, bound position throbbed up and down her spine.
"Now you ain't gonna be goin' anywhere for awhile," Jack said, smacking her smartly across the ass and making the girl wince. "Mrs. Henshaw's gonna be in here real soon with a surprise. You'll dig it, I think."
Jack leered up at her.
Eileen turned from the attendant, tears streaming down her face. The helplessness of her present situation crashed down on her like a falling ceiling. They were doing as they chose with her and the other girls, and there was nothing they could do. They were little more than slaves, trotted out to satisfy Mrs. Henshaw's and the other's perverted tastes, only to be sent back after they had been abused.
Eileen felt her body turning and twisting on the chain as she moved her free foot about. Her arms and legs were cramping. It was horrible, cruel, of Mrs. Henshaw to truss her up like this. Her wrist, even with the broad band, was hurting her terribly. She inhaled sharply, wondering what this gift of Mrs. Henshaw's was going to be.
The punished girl tossed her head angrily. Even this small motion caused her naked body to start turning on the chain. With some difficulty, and a grimace of pain, Eileen did her best to control her emotions and physical movement.
She had to remain calm, to stay quiet. There would only be more agony for her if she twisted and jerked against the binding chain. Again and again she had been told this, and slowly the girl was starting to realize the wisdom of their warnings.
"Oh!"
Her reverie was broken by the opening of the door.
"I see they've tied you well, Eileen. Are you starting to learn the principles of our school?"
The girl looked down at the mistress, nodding her head sadly up and down.
"Good!" Mrs. Henshaw said, her face brightening. "I thought I'd have less trouble with you than with some of the others. They aren't as bright and willing as you've been. I can see that. So much so, in fact you'll be allowed to go to some of our classes early. It's a rare privilege, Eileen. Usually a girl had to have more time than you. But your approach to discipline and pleasure have been extraordinary-something I've discovered for myself, as you well know."
Eileen felt a shudder shiver up her spine.
"But there's one more thing, one thing that must be done. It's done to every girl here at one point or another, a mark that you'll have the rest of your life to remind you of the strict principles we have here."
"No! God, no! No, no!"
Janet's fateful words came back to her-the words about the branding. She was certain that was what Mrs. Henshaw was speaking of.
"Eileen! Don't disappoint me now! I was hoping you'd approach this more willingly. From all reports, I thought you would. But, perhaps this is just your way of dealing with it. So be it," Mrs. Henshaw said.
Jack and two attendants walked in behind her.
"I guess you've had enough time to think about me, about the school, about them all," Mrs. Henshaw said with an imperious sweep of her hand in Jack's direction. "Now, it's time to seal our pact, as we've done so often with the other girls."
The bonds came unfastened.
Eileen was tense, unlike the other times when she had been released. Something hideous was going to happen. She could see that in their eyes.
Helpless and defeated, the naked, blonde teen followed Mrs. Henshaw out of the room, Jack and the others behind her.
"No, Eileen! Run! They're going to brand you!"
It was Janet, struggling against two attendants who had apparently finished beating and raping her. She was being dragged in the opposite direction, her feet scraping against the tiled floor.
"No!"
Eileen broke ahead, knocking Mrs. Henshaw to one side as she sprinted for freedom.
The men, however, were far quicker, grabbing her before she made it to the corner of the hall and kicking her to the floor.
"A pity. I thought you'd be more cooperative. Perhaps after this you shall."
They picked her up, dragging her down several sets of wooden stairs. From the musty odor, Eileen guessed they were in the basement of the old mansion. Jack pushed her forward, onto a jagged, stone slab.
She was on her back, facing a large, iron bowl from which a small fire glowed. There was nothing cheerful at all about the cellar. It was a dungeon-or the closest thing Eileen had ever seen.
"This'll be you lover, Eileen. You've had so many here since you've come. But this will bring you more happiness and relief than you can possibly imagine," Mrs. Henshaw said, unwrapping a tapered iron three feet long and one inch wide.
The handle was hard leather, ribbed to fit a hand. The tip was a grooved disk at least an inch thick.
Eileen crawled up the slab, shaking her head. It was too terrible to think of. Mrs. Henshaw was going to drive that awful thing up into her, fuck her with it the way that dildo had fucked its way into her ass, and the way Jack had fucked her the first time!
"No, I'll be good! I won't run away, not like Janet!" Eileen pleaded, looking from one man to the other, then finally at the mistress.
"Of course you won't ... not after this, I believe. But we must go through with this. You understand, don't you, dear?"
"No! No, I don't!" Eileen shouted back.
Jack took the offered iron from the mistress, hefting it in front of Eileen. He lowered it, rubbing the cold, metallic surface over her nipple.
Eileen sucked in a deep breath, working her ass against the warming stone. She felt the cold, cruel sensation of iron against flesh, then felt a responding throb in her cunt.
Jack took the wand and pushed it up against her cunt.
Eileen screamed, her legs jerking apart. As she tried to wiggle away, the other two attendants held her down, gripping her by the wrists and holding the backs of her arms against the stone while her legs kicked futilely up against Jack.
Mrs. Henshaw moved to the fire, taking another stick and working it around the coals, stirring them up menacingly and making the terrified girl more nervous.
"No! No! Oh, God in heaven, no! Don't do this to me! Please, don't hurt me, don't ... don't touch me with that thing again!"
Eileen jerked and twisted against the stone, feeling that cold iron press against her hot flesh, nudging at her cunt-lips, then finally touching her clit.
Eileen jerked her head back, the cords sticking out from her neck while her thighs ridged with the stretched tendons. They were going to do it! They were going to fuck her with that thing, then brand her!
"Yaghghghghhhhh!" Eileen screamed, but not from the pain.
She felt Jack forcing the disk in, twisting it around, making her roll and jerk her thighs up to take it in. The terrible intrusion climbed in higher, making her rut in front of them.
The disk was raking her clit now. She screamed again, her legs hammering against the stone.
Mrs. Henshaw looked on with interest, stirring the coals once more, then gesturing with one quick hand movement for Jack to pull the wand from Eileen's cunt. He did reluctantly, giving it a few more twists and sending the girl up into climax.
She wept, feeling her cunt tighten while her ass danced over the stone slab. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoed through her body, making her so pleased with the way that iron rod had slipped into her and fucked hard.
"Here! In here, and quickly," Mrs. Henshaw said, her nipples poking through the white material of her dress. "This is my turn."
Mrs. Henshaw warned the other attendants. Respectfully, they backed away. Everyone held the weeping, climaxing girl as Mrs. Henshaw slipped the rod into the fire bowl and turned it about, watching until the end was red with heat.
"She's ready, ma'am," Jack announced, holding Eileen's shoulders hard against the slab.
"No ... my Jesus ... no ... don't...."
Eileen's wide eyes took in the instrument of pain.
Mrs. Henshaw had it in her hand now, examining it, hefting it over the girl's head. She lowered it toward Eileen's face, letting the disk nearly brush her nose. Eileen felt her eyes watering from the intense heat.
Was she going to brand her forehead?
The girl screamed wildly, twisting against the fingers gripping her. She would be scarred for life!
"You've done well here, Eileen. This is the final test for you. Let's see if you pass," Mrs. Henshaw said, a slight tremor beneath her cool voice betraying the rising emotion she felt.
Eileen screamed again, every nerve-ending alive in her body. She felt the heat from the rod burning along her tummy now, Mrs. Henshaw carefully glowing a red path from the girl's navel to her cunt.
Eileen held her breath and grew quiet, feeling the heat curling into her pussy like a tickling finger. Her clit shrank back while the blonde wispy hairs guarding her pussy singed. The stench of the burned hair nauseated and terrified her.
The disk dropped. "Eagghghghghhh!"
The pain of a thousand hells couldn't have been worse! Eileen felt first the pressure, then an intense cold, then the intense heat that sent her screaming. She writhed and jerked like a woman possessed, her legs kicking against the hands holding them.
Mrs. Henshaw made certain the school's crest was burned adequately on the girl's flesh before pulling up the rod and smiling down at Eileen.
"Now, it's over. You'll have that for the rest of your life, unless you lose your leg," the woman said with a smile, pushing back the damp hair clinging to Eileen's forehead.
"Oh, God! God! Oh please, no more!"
"You won't have to endure more, dear, if you cooperate as you have. You know our rules, now-discipline, but pleasure from it. It's very simple, something most girls learn here eventually. You're very fortunate, Eileen. You've become my star pupil."
Mrs. Henshaw addressed the attendants.
"Take her to the infirmary and dress her wound, then back to her cell. I think only the neck restraint will be necessary tonight. And, if she's good, who knows what liberties I might allow. Think of that, Eileen. Think on it for the evening," Mrs. Henshaw said, dropping the rod back into the bowl and walking out.
Eileen lay like a sack in the men's arms as they took her from the dreadful dungeon, dragging her back up the stairs.
More liberties? What did that mean? Would she share in some of the goings-on allotted to Mrs. Henshaw and her attendants? There had been something special in the woman's eyes, especially ever since she had raped Eileen with her cunt.
It was so confusing. She would have time to sort it out, Eileen thought, tonight while chained to her cot. All Eileen knew as they were dragging her to the infirmary, was that the thought of escaping from here had faded from her mind.
Unlike Janet, Eileen felt she was going to stay here for her full term-and would probably enjoy herself.
