Outwardly suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of sexual promiscuity and experimentation. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one daughter. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to its inhabitants it is the norm.
The norm ... for this girl, yes. And how many other girls like her?
DAUGHTER FORCED INTO BONDAGE-a novel of fiction and a page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kitty Lamonde tossed back her long blonde hair and looked up at the forbidding gray walls through the dirty windows of the bus. Her fingers tightened around her small blue suitcase while her heart contracted as if touched by icy fingers.
It had been so unfair. She didn't belong here. Her mother had been freaked because she had been caught in the act of fucking. Josh hadn't actually put his cock in, although God only knew Kitty had long since given up fighting him. How she had wanted to feel his prick inside her pussy, spreading apart her itchy walls and making her feel so good!
"Single file-all of you, out of the bus!" a stern voice barked. "Once outside you'll put your suitcases in front of you and wait for the matron."
Kitty shook the cobwebs from her mind and saw most of the girls scrambling from their seats. Many looked hardened, almost bored. Kitty waited until a particularly nasty-looking girl had passed before gathering up her belongings and following them into the cold gray morning. How could anyone be put in a place like this for just wanting to fuck? Kitty still couldn't believe it. Her mother had gone off the deep end, saying she was incorrigible, begging the courts to take her daughter and "straighten her out." It had been a nightmare. And, what was worse, no one had stood up for her. Sneering neighbors, giggling or frightened friends-they all had done nothing.
"Step this way," the girls were told.
There was no warmth in that voice ringing from the steps. A tall dark-haired woman dressed in a blue tweed suit stood at the top of the stone steps, both hands folded calmly in front of her. Female guards stepped down in front of her and moved to either side of the twenty-five girls.
"Come on, ladies. Most of you know the score around here," one of the guards snapped, staring hard at Kitty.
Kitty dropped her gaze, feeling as if someone had just thrown dirt in her face.
"Those who don't, just follow your neighbors. No talking in line!" she snapped, striking an offender smartly against the back of her left leg with her baton.
The girl squealed, then bit her lip to keep from crying. Kitty nearly jumped from her skin, feeling this was only the start of the nightmare.
They marched in a straight line, their suitcases banging against their bodies. There was the long business of processing-pictures, more fingerprints, comparing these with the state documents sending each of them there. Once or twice Kitty caught one guard staring at her with uncomfortable warmth. She didn't know quite how to react, especially when she saw some of the "hard" girls sneering at her.
Next came the showers, something Kitty had been dreading. They were old and smelled horribly!
"Strip! Your clothes will be checked with your suitcases after everything's been inspected."
Kitty tried modestly to pull off her clothes, terribly aware of the girls all around her. Some marched brazenly into the large white-tiled room, their tits bouncing on their chests, their bushes of cuntal hair nearly sparking with electricity. One brown-haired girl seemed as nervous as Kitty as she began hooking her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and sliding them over her ass. Kitty smiled a smile of warmth, unhooking her bra and feeling her tits roll out. She neatly folded her clothing atop the suitcase, hugging her upper arms to hide her nipples.
"You, over here!" It was that horrid guard, pointing to Kitty and indicating a spot just in front of her.
"Me?" Her voice was small, trembling.
"You heard me. March!"
Kitty saw the other girls staring at her. Kitty had no choice. Reddening terribly, she shuffled barefoot over the tiles and stopped in front of the guard.
The woman was tall-nearly six feet in those boots, her uniform snug against the full curves of her body. She was attractive in a severe way, her broad mouth now curled into that same horrible sneering smile that had made Kitty tremble at first.
"Turn around, hands on hips, and spread that ass," the guard said.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me! Gotta check to see you ain't smuggling anything in here."
Turning even more red than before, Kitty turned about and did as the guard had told her. She could feel those small hands spreading her ass cheeks. A finger jabbed deep into Kitty's asshole, wriggling around, the nail scraping the shitter walls painfully. Kitty blew out a breath, her blonde hair curtaining her flushed face. That finger! It was in there awfully deep. It was more of a caress now, sliding back and forth in a kind of fucking movement. The girl began to find some pleasure in it. Her clit was starting to respond to that finger-fucking. Kitty shook her head, her knees starting to tremble.
"All right. Turn around."
Almost reluctantly the girl did as she was ordered, facing her tormentor.
"Hands on the hips, spread your legs."
Her cuntal bush was exposed right there for the guard and the other girls to see. The woman was still smiling cruelly, bending over and putting her hands on either side of Kitty's cunt. Josh had done that. He had stroked her like that, his fingers working over her swelling cuntlips while his cock ... but that was a century ago when there was sanity left in Kitty's world.
"You a virgin?"
"Y-y-yes."
The guard narrowed her eyes, cocking her head to one side. "Yeah, I can see that. You'll be one-for a while."
The girl grimaced as she felt the guard's fingers poking around in her cunt. More than one guard touched Kitty's clit in a kind of stroking movement. Kitty shivered, doing her best to appear unmoved. But how could she keep those hot, shocking sensations from racing up and down her thighs? She could feel her flesh trembling, quivering at the guard's touch. Kitty curled her fingers, digging her nails against the bathroom floor.
"She's clean. Back to the showers," the guard finally said.
Most of the girls had gone through the showers and had gathered their clothes. When Kitty stepped into the shower anteroom she was surprised to see all the girls had indeed gone. Turning around, she noticed both guards were behind her now. Something was up. She knew that immediately and felt her heart quicken.
"Inside." With a shove the first guard shoved Kitty into the shower room.
Kitty stumbled forward, her arms shooting out for balance. More certain of her footing, she raised her hands to sweep her hair from her face. The wet floor made her walk awkwardly. She tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees. More hands grabbed her shoulders and set her upright.
"Oh, God, no!" Kitty cried.
Were they going to beat her? Were they going to molest her in some way? She had read all sorts of stories, of how terrible things happened to inmates in prisons.
The bigger of the two guards turned Kitty around and pulled her arms down roughly. It was the woman who had searched her so rudely in front of the girls. She reached up and pinched Kitty's nipples, twisting them around until the girl shrieked in agony. It was awful, terrible! The girl shook, backing up, knocking those offending fingers away from her tits.
"You never back up from a guard until you're told to!" she snapped.
The guard's hand jerked up, cutting a broad swath through the air before striking Kitty hard against the right cheek. No one had hit her like that before in her life! Even her freaked mother had never touched her. The sting of those fingers brought tears to Kitty's eyes. The force of the blow nearly sent Kitty sinking to the floor once again.
"Please, don't, I haven't done anything to be here. I swear it!"
Both guards laughed.
Kitty saw she would have no mercy here. She backed up, trying to hide her cunt from the eyes of the two guards. It was almost like being stared at by two men. There was a strange light in these women's eyes, something Kitty had never encountered before. She kept backing away, rubbing the sort spot where the guard had struck her. Her waist-length hair hung in tangled clumps all around her terrified face.
"Come on, Evelyn, let's teach this one a lesson. The matron won't mind. She's busy with the other girls," the smaller guard said. "The hose?" Evelyn asked. "Yeah, why not. Let's get Burt in on this too."
The taller one-Evelyn-turned and opened a large green panel to one side of the room, uncoiling two large fabric hoses that were attached to built-in hydrants in the wall. Before doing anything more, Evelyn unlocked the phone box nearby, muttering something before hanging up and returning to the hoses.
"This is gonna teach you a lesson, baby. You ain't never gonna cause us any more problems. You're gonna remember this," Evelyn warned.
Kitty was terrified, looking from one unfriendly face to the other. She saw one guard lift her chin, a scornful twitch snaking across her lips. Then there was movement, followed by a blast of hot water smashing into Kitty's ribcage. She opened her mouth in surprise, her feet skidding around on the wet floor.
The other hose lay unused on the floor at this point. The guards were playing a stream of scalding water over Kitty's body. Kitty put her hands up to her face, her fingers clawing at the offending water. She struggled to keep on her feet from the initial blow, her flesh glowing from the extreme heat.
"Uh, oh, oh, stop! Stop this!" Kitty begged.
Kitty's hands pressed up against the stream while she flew back, her head striking the wall behind her. The glossy-finished floor was like ice under Kitty's bare feet.
"She's really moving now. I like to see somebody moving when we give orders." Evelyn chuckled.
The other woman laughed, taking the nozzle and directing it right up against the teen's chin. Kitty's head snapped back, her hair streaming wetly behind her. Again it was all Kitty could do to keep from falling.
"My father used to clean pigs for the slaughterhouse this way," the other woman bellowed.
Kitty glared. She felt a flash of anger, of actual hatred against these two women who were abusing her body. She summoned enough energy to spit in their direction. But the effort made the next blast of water catch her unawares.
Directing the stream down, Evelyn sent the water splashing around Kitty's ankles. The release of pressure around Kitty's throat, coupled with the sudden attack around her feet, made Kitty spin around, her hands still stretched protectively in front of her. With a cry, Kitty fell heavily to the floor, banging her forehead against the tiled wall.
The room spun around for a while, the sounds of the splashing water sounding like a roaring river. Gathering her wits around her, Kitty tried to struggle to her feet again. But Evelyn directed the stream at Kitty's crotch now. It was like having those rough fingers again pulling apart her pussylips. And then the water was hitting like a tiny hammer on Kitty's clit, opening her cuntlips and setting a heavy flash of fire on her sex spindle. Kitty doubled up, her lower jaw slackening. It was like getting fucked in public, she thought.
"No!" Kitty screamed.
"Come on, honey, we know you like it," Evelyn said. "You were getting a little warm when I was playing with your asshole, weren't you? And when I touched your cunt-"
"Not true!" Kitty spat back, tears in her eyes.
"Liar! We don't like liars here. It hurts the system. You're a liar, and you'll pay for that remark," Evelyn shot back.
The water still played at Kitty's clit, making her gasp from the erotic sensations. It was almost too much for her to stand. The water was just hot enough for her to make Kitty sweat. Kitty scooted back, the balls of her feet banging against the floor. Turning about, Kitty rolled onto her belly, trying to get her cunt away from the moving stream.
"She's a smart one, that girl. She's gonna be fun around here," Evelyn told the other guard.
Kitty felt her hair tangling around her throat, strangling her as the water heated her body. She fought to get free of the coils while Evelyn shot the water straight up between her thighs. The two guards laughed, moving the water around, then sending it back into Kitty's cunt once more. Kitty was appalled at the way she had been reacting. But how could she avoid it? The blast of water against her ass was like a huge tongue, wiggling and licking and driving into both her fuck holes at the same time. Once more she thought of the way Evelyn had "inspected" her.
"Think she's close to cumming? Burt oughtta be down here in a bit," Evelyn said, glancing at her wristwatch.
Kitty let out another gasp, her slick body moving forward on the cold, smooth floor. She didn't dare turn to face the water. The force of that stream would surely drown her. The teen was learning quickly. She put nothing past those two women. They would just as surely kill her as watch her slither across the floor. Kitty reached up for the wall, clawing her nails over the tiles, trying to get some sort of traction to stand up. She thought if only she could be on her feet again she would be able to deal with this far better.
But Evelyn made sure the girl remained prone. She ran the hose around Kitty, directing the flow of water against every part of Kitty's body. The young girl tried to keep her face and tits away from the blast but there was no chance of that. She had to he on the floor, her muscles in her body turning this way and that.
"Noooooo!" Kitty screamed.
When the stream was back around her ankles Kitty pulled her face from her arms, staring through the thick clouds of steam now rolling up to the ceiling. Those women! They were torturing her just for the sake of watching her writhe in anguish. The water was against Kitty's tits now, her nipples driven into the flesh surrounding them. She felt the whole mass of each round tit aching with that same wild arousal she had felt with Josh. Again the girl grimaced, trying to push away the strange feelings.
"The little liar's in rut," Evelyn said, moving the stream from Kitty's tits to her cunt, then back to her tits again.
"She sure don't act like a virgin to me," the other woman said.
"Yeah, she's one. Still has her cherry-for now, anyway."
"Uhhhhhh!" Kitty groaned.
Kitty put her hands over her face, trying to hide her growing shame. It was awful, feeling herself crawl around naked in front of these women. She lay on her back, crying and sobbing as Evelyn played the water from her tits to her cunt. How the incredibly heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made Kitty's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame, anger and lust. She let her raised knees fall open. Moving her hands down to her pussy, Kitty tried stopping the wild growth of heat in her cunt by holding her hands over her pussy.
"Little slut, you can't stop yourself. She's fucking water. She wants a man, but she'll turn to this for second-best," the other woman guard said.
"Wait until Burt gets here. He'll change her tune," Evelyn said.
Kitty wanted to scream at them, tell them what white trash they were with their foul mouths and horrible thoughts. But each time she was about to say something another powerful spasm would pass through her cunt and take her breath away. It wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt would go off. Kitty knew the facts instinctively. She could feel the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She closed her eyes and lay there like a corpse, hoping the women would stop. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything.
Kitty couldn't believe what she was doing. She twisted her hips around, looking for the stream. The wild mass of feeling in her crotch accelerated, sharpening to a knife's edge as the water beat at her clit.
Kitty heard her skin squeaking on the floor. She ground her teeth.
"You don't get off that easy," Evelyn said, moving the stream away.
Kitty groaned as if struck with a whip. The tormenting frustration made her growl as the steam continued to curl toward the ceiling.
CHAPTER TWO
The water was playing around her cunt, then moving up to her tits once more. Evelyn was purposely keeping her away from her climax, blasting the stream into her nipples longer this time. Kitty felt the rubbery tips of her tits rubbing against her chin more than once. The full underswell of her tits throbbed under the hot flow. Again the image of a tongue, of a mouth doing all this to her occurred to the rutting blonde teen.
"You want it in your cunt, don't you, you little bitch?"
Kitty wouldn't give them the satisfaction of an answer. But she knew they knew. She couldn't hide her feelings. She was scrambling around on the floor, crying with frustration while Evelyn was playing the hose between the girl's outspread thighs. Only the softer rebounding drops were touching her clit. Kitty went wild, thrashing her ass around, drawing her feet back until the balls touched her ass and raising her crotch to meet the stream. Kitty snapped her head from side to side, her shoulder blades scudding across the concrete floor. More than once, the girl brought her hands down to her thighs, spreading her cuntlips. She was spreading herself for that invading stream, feeling the vulgar thrill of the blast now against her asshole. She was only human.
The guards had every part of the girl aroused. Kitty had never felt such an extreme need build up in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for release. Kitty strained for it, needing to feel that stream against her clit. The whole top of her cunt was tied up in knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge.
The teen rolled her hips around like a whore, wanting it all, needing to have that sexual explosion tearing through her.
"No! Oh, oh, what are you ... what are you doing? Why are you ... oh no, no!" Kitty babbled.
"Look, she's missing the water already!" the other guard observed.
Evelyn moved the stream away from Kitty, then pulled it back around to the girl. Kitty thought she would go out of her mind, rutting like that, begging them for the release she needed. They were women. Surely they could understand better than anyone else what she needed! Then the girl was aware of some movement through the hot steamy clouds blocking her vision. Someone else was there, picking up the second hose and uncoiling it a little more. And then a sudden blast of cold water hit Kitty's cunt dead center.
If someone had knifed her, Kitty wouldn't have felt less pain. She let out a harsh cry while the hot stream still blasted into her face. She felt her cunt clenching like a fist, her cuntal walls slapping hard as they clamped down on nothing. The icy stream seemed to flow even harder than the hot one had. Both of them now played over her body, the cold one always going back to her cunt.
Kitty couldn't believe how much her sensitivity increased.
When the cold stream blasted across her tits, Kitty thought the freezing water would strangle her. She was breathing heavily, finding it difficult to catch her breath. She put both hands up to her throat, turning her head from the stream while her ass still slid along the floor. Her chest was tightening, choking her! With another cry, the girl fell to her left side, crawling back toward the rear wall of the shower room. How long would this last? How much longer could she take this horror before dropping into unconsciousness?
"She's going to go for it now!" a stranger said.
A man's voice! She was certain a man was in there, staring at her, watching her naked body slithering around on the floor. She heard them all laughing, but now it didn't seem to matter. All the girl wanted was to have those awful, powerful streams "Stop.
Completely out of control, Kitty wanted to scream. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of the spasms shooting through her wouldn't let her. She writhed on the floor, scratching her nails, feeling as if her world were shattering. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kitty wailed.
The sound of the water was drowning out the laughing and swearing behind those white, rolling steam clouds. She rolled over, feeling the twin streams blasting against the spasming ring of her asshole. Kitty strangled on her sobs, her breathing shorted by her spasms. The bright, steamy room seemed to darken. Was she going to pass out? In a way she hoped she would. Then she wouldn't have to face her tormentors, watching them glare at her and point while she kept on rutting under those terrible streams.
Again Kitty clawed her fingers on the floor, trying to get away from the awesome power of her tormentors. Her skin grew painfully tight as it stretched over her bones. Her nipples were raised by the chill. The goose bump hardness of her nipples hurt, but it wasn't the pleasant tingling pain of arousal. The wrinkly areoles tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt. Kitty reached the far wall, still trying to claw away.
The naked girl climbed up, her head back to the spasm of her climax. The water hoses forced the streams against her shoulderblades like two whips. Kitty's arms collapsed and she slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor. The white wall in front of her darkened as the world crashed into her cunt.
And then the water stopped. Kitty sobbed, drawing her knees to her tits and lying there in a fetal position.
"I think we've got a live one here, Burt. It's pretty plain to see she's hot for anything," Evelyn said.
Kitty heard heavy boot steps approaching her. She knew she should get up, slide away, at least scream for help. Perhaps some sane person in this hellhole would respond to her pleas for help.
She could feel spasms still rippling through her cunt, making her skin pucker up. It was so good, so deliciously good. She wanted to lie there for hours and enjoy the glow of her climax all over her body.
But Burt had other ideas. She felt something cold up against her right thigh. His boot. He was sliding the tip of his boot under her body, raising it, trying to roll the girl around. Kitty groaned, drawing her knees up. Then he moved his foot, pressing the boot against the side of her face. For a second the girl thought he would crush her skull like an egg. Gasping, Kitty could feel the dirty sole up against her cheek, pressing in the bones, squeezing her head between the leather and the floor. Suddenly her heart stopped like a stepped-on watch.
"You're gonna learn to hop around here like all the others," he said, kicking roughly against her ass.
Kitty squealed, springing to life as his boot slammed against her ass yet a second time. Kitty scrambled to her hands and feet, still unsteady.
"Roll up the hoses. I'm gonna have to see about this one privately."
The guards laughingly muttered something to one another, then did his bidding. Kitty crouched in a corner, her knees drawn up against her chin, her arms around her ankles. She could feel her wet hair in cold tangles around her neck and upper back. She wished she could have a towel to dry off. She wished she could have her little suitcase which she had packed so carefully so she could put on something decent. Instead, she was crouching there like a cornered animal, her body stripped and wet, stared at lewdly by this animal. Evelyn and her friend pushed the hoses back into the wall and locked the cabinet, eyeing Kitty one last time before disappearing behind a door.
"Now, you do what I say, and you'll be all right. I'm not as nice as those two."
Kitty wanted to call the women back. But it was obvious Burt was in charge here. Crooking his finger, he beckoned the girl to come forward. Kitty started to get up. He shook his head, frowning.
"No. I want you crawling. Crawl up here, baby. What's your name, by the way?"
"Kitty," the teen whispered, shaking with fear.
"Kitty?" He smiled, biting his lower lip.
He was handsome, Kitty thought as she got on her hands and knees, feeling shamed and a little ridiculous. But his handsomeness was blurred by the hate and sadism that marked his features. The girl wasn't familiar with people like that yet, but Kitty was starting to learn.
He curled his finger again, sneering down at her. "Come on, Kitty cat. Come on and crawl on over, or I'll make you eat your own litter."
One hand in front of the other, her knees dragging painfully across the floor, Kitty made her way across the shower room, hearing the metallic slamming of prison doors somewhere in the background. Around her was the steady dripping of poorly maintained shower heads. It seemed to unreal, like an art movie as she moved across the broad expanse. She stopped several feet in front of Burt, noticing a large tubular bulge running down his left pant leg. She knew from her limited experience with Josh just what was going on in Burt's mind. She would be fucked, brutally raped in this place and there was no one to help her.
"Evelyn says you're a virgin. Maybe so," he said, hands on his hips. "But that don't mean your mouth's so damned pure."
"What?"
Burt bent down, fanning his fingers on either side of her head. She could feel those dirt-encrusted nails digging into her flesh.
"Suckin' dick, blowjob, licking cock-it's all the same."
"No!" Kitty cried.
Kitty lurched away from him, her knees sliding over the floor. Burt followed, raising one booted foot and bringing it down squarely between her asscheeks. The girl let out a yelp, falling face down. She could feel his hands all over now, dragging her up, jerking her around and then pressing her face up against the front of his trousers. She could smell the musky aroma of the gabardine mixed with the hot smell of a hard prick behind the material.
"No, don't make me do that!"
Burt thrust her away, taking off his guard's cap and hanging it on a hook. Passing his fingers through his black curly hair, he began opening his fly.
Kitty watched the pants halving as he opened the top button after unfastening his black leather belt. He was wearing no shorts! Kitty saw black cockhairs poking around the silvered edges of his fly.
He moved up to her again, his cock hard and rubbing up against the front of his pants. When he caught her again, the monster cock slipped out, swinging from side to side, the head meaty and dark red.
Kitty drew away again, but this time Burt had her firmly in hand, his fingers gripping her head, nearly crushing her skull with his power. Kitty felt his cock rubbing up against her face now, his prickhead pressing against one eye socket while his balls rubbed against her chin. His pants were puddled around his ankles.
"You try something funny like biting and you're gonna be one dead cunt, understand?"
Kitty didn't have a chance to give her answer.
Burt pulled her back, watching the terror and revulsion in her eyes while his prick bobbed up in front of her. Nearly crossing her eyes, the teen could see the big guard's cock had to be eight, maybe nine inches. And he was going to put that prick in her mouth? Kitty cringed, feeling his thumbs pressing in against the junction of her upper and lower jaw. She had to open her mouth. The pain was too great. Sighing, she parted her lips, closing her eyes, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. "Ummmmmfffff!"
There were few preliminaries with Burt. He pushed his prick halfway in, laughing as the girl coughed and gagged from that sudden insertion. She tensed, the muscles pressing against her flesh while his prick slipped easily over her tongue. Kitty felt her neck muscles straining as she tried moving her head away from him. But Burt was firm, keeping his fingers gripped around her skull, holding her to him while his prickhead slipped deeper into her mouth. She could hear him sighing, could feel his nails scraping along the sides of her head.
"Oh, yeah, baby, gimme that head. Move that tongue around, bitch! Fuck, you don't know shit about this, you dumb cunt! When I say suck, baby, that means suck! Now move that tongue," Burt growled, slapping her lightly across the face.
Kitty pushed the hair from her eyes, still choking from the strange new action she was forced into-sucking a man's prick. She had barely seen one when her mother had caught her and Josh in her bedroom. And now she had a man's prick between her lips. How his cock made her mouth stretch! Kitty could hardly get her lips around the prick. And that taste! It was strange-kind of flat tasting and bleachy and salty, all at the same time. The girl swallowed, closing her eyes and wondering when this humiliation would end.
"In and out-that's called givin' head, baby, or mouth-fuckin'. Oh, man, watchin' you givin' me some head's unreal!" Burt groaned. "Nothin' like virgin lips."
Burt's voice was growing lower, more gravelly while his fingers pressed harder against her skull. More than half his cock was in her mouth now. Spittle frothed around the corners of her lips as he fucked her face harder, faster! She could feel that fat cockhead bouncing off her tonsils, scraping along the insides of her cheeks, making her cheeks puff out like those of a chipmunk's.
It was getting more and more difficult for the teen to swallow. Kitty tried to stop the bobbing of her head, the way Burt was fucking his cock into her mouth again and again. Her knees hurt her terribly in that horrid position, but the big guard would have his way, no matter what.
"Oh yeah, gotta stop doin' this. Man, gotta stop doin' it or I'm gonna pop off right now."
Kitty sighed with relief. At least another ordeal was over. And how strange she felt. In spite of the shame she felt because of being mouth-fucked, the teen was starting to feel a glow begin just under her cuntal bush once more.
"Up!" Burt commanded.
He slipped both hands under her arms, raising Kitty quickly from the floor.
"Over here. I'm not gonna waste my cum in your mouth, not when I've got better places for it," he said.
The girl tried pulling away from him once more. Burt grabbed her by the hair, curling his fingers around the strands and yanking back. Kitty felt as if he had set her hair on fire. She cried out, her hands slapping against his fingers, the pain making tears spring to her eyes. She let out another scream, her knees growing weak as Burt dragged her across the floor. She twisted her body, her cries bouncing off the walls. He was pulling her away from the shower area, through the narrow adjoining room where cracked porcelain basins stood in a row just below old, streaked mirrors.
Another yank on her hair. Kitty could hardly see where they were going. She heard the sound of jingling keys. Burt was still gripping her by the hair with one hand, twisting her head around so it was impossible for her to see ahead.
"In there," he said.
Kitty was swung around in a broad arc, her arms striking the molding around the narrow doorway. She found herself stumbling into a small room, only one overhead bulb illuminating the space. Her feet struck the metal frame of a cot, sending shocks of pain up her legs. It was a day room, a place where the guards could rest during their shifts, she guessed. Now Burt was shoving her down onto the mattress, his pants still opened around the fly.
"Now, onto your belly."
Kitty had learned enough not to question him or the others. Obediently she did as he instructed, shaking with terror and anxiety.
Moving one hand slowly to her cheek, she wiped the spittle from her lips and cheeks, the residue of her mouth-fucking. The rough coverlet of the cot scratched her tits and thighs. When she felt the cot sagging behind her she knew Burt was sliding up.
"Now, for some real fun," he said.
She could hear his heavy, uneven breathing, hear the sound of his pants sliding back down to his ankles.
"Get that ass up a little higher. You know, just like a bitch gettin' ready to be plugged."
Kitty grew red, wanting to sink out of sight. He was telling her all these terrible things about herself, and he was wrong. Slowly, she brought her knees up, raising her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussycrack was exposed. She knew he had watched her writhe on the bathroom floor, her legs whipping around.
She heard rubbing sounds. He was pulling something out of his pants. She turned around just in time to see the four-inch blade of a black-handled knife snap into position and lock.
"No!"
But a blow to the back of her head brought Kitty back into submission.
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't ... don't hurt me," Kitty pleaded, her face a mask of incredible fear.
The young teen shook herself, biting down on her lower lip. Surely this was some awful nightmare, some terrible dream from which she would awaken. When Burt pressed the flat of the blade against her right asscheek, there was no discounting the reality of the situation. He was there behind her, his prick sticking straight out, at times touching the sensitive inner curves of her ass. She could hear that all-too-real panting of his breaths while while her pussy began to spasm with fear. Again Kitty shook her head, feeling the soft blonde hairs splashing across her cheeks. It was unreal this was happening to her. A young girl, barely into her young adulthood, and she was being tortured by this animal in a place she didn't belong!
"Yeah, nice ass, real nice...."
Burt dropped the blade for a second, bracing his fingers against her ass and creasing the inner curves of her asscheeks with his thumbs. He spread he ass open as if she were two halves of a melon, holding her asscheeks wide apart while slipping his thumbnails into her shitter. Kitty let out a gasp. Her mouth opened while her eyes bulged out. She felt something very warm and sloppy caressing her shitter! His tongue! Oh God in heaven, he had his mouth down ... there! He was eating out her asshole, sticking his tongue in like a small finger and twisting it around.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she groaned.
Kitty's elbows bent, nearly collapsing. She shook all over, ashamed of the feelings racing through her body now.
Kitty bit her lower lip, tensing her thighs, until they ridged, while jerking her ass up. Still Burt kept concentrating on her asshole while keeping his fingers far from her clit. "Uhhhhh...."
"You dig that, don't you, baby? You like havin' your ass reamed out. Betcha you'd like to have that pussy eaten up too, right?"
Kitty didn't answer. She only groaned again, tightening her ass and prancing her asscheeks in the air. More of the musky fuck juice oozed from her cuntcrack, wetting down her curled blonde cunthairs like a heated dew.
The cruel guard knew just how to play her. He was having a ball, keeping her pinned to the cot with his body while sticking his tongue up her shitter.
She was a prisoner of herself now. Her fingers curled into the blanket while the guard ate out her ass!
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Burt slid down a little farther, licking his tongue up one asscheek then down another until long silver streaks of spit appeared against her flesh. It was then that Kitty heard another rubbing sound-the sound of his belt slipping from around his waist.
"What are you-oh no!"
She saw a shadow, the sign of a man getting ready to belt a victim. And the victim was her. She could see Burt twisting one end of the belt around his knuckles while letting the free end dangle to one side. Kitty tried twisting her head around to faced her torturer, but Burt kept her facing forward, telling her he would knock her silly if she tried looking back or getting away.
"Oh, don't, don't, I can't ... can't let you do this. Oh please, please...."
Her voice trailed off in hopelessness. There was no one to scream to when she snapped her head up and saw the shadow of his arm cutting through the air. The belt snapped in the air, then shot down like a missile. There was a moment of hesitation. Then Kitty felt the stinging bite of his leather belt as it smacked dryly against her ass.
The girl's body jerked, twitching like a speared fish. The hot agony of that blow drew sobs from the girl as she struggled to keep from crying.
I won't let him see me cry, she vowed, biting down on her tongue as Burt laughed and cocked his arm for yet another blow.
"Oh, man, nice ass, nice to take my belt," he growled.
The leather came down once more, this time criss-crossing the welt rising from the first blow. Again Kitty did her best to keep the tears from flowing, curling her fingers until her nails bit into her sweaty palms. The blanket was gathering between her knees as she started to let her ass down.
"Up!" Burt commanded harshly.
A hard, smacking blow of the belt against the back of her skull straightened the teen out. Whimpering, she waited to feel the next blow. It didn't come. Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, Kitty dared turn her head, peering over one shoulder.
There he was, rubbing the leather against one palm, his eyes glistening with hellish delight at the sight of her violated ass! His cock was thicker than before, his prickhead already a dark purple! The veins stood out against the tight prick skin while droplets of cum oozed from the broad piss-slit. His balls were tightening as he caught her eye.
"So, you like to watch what's happening to you, eh? You enjoy watching a man hurt you almost as much as you enjoy feeling it?"
"No, no!"
What was he talking about? She could hardly understand what those words meant. Enjoy this? But there were those strange feelings pulsing between her thighs, seeming to draw the strength and will from her. The more Burt hurt her, the stronger and hotter and sharper those pulsing throbs became! "No, no, no more!"
Why didn't he take her away? Why wasn't she with the other girls? She sobbed a little, then shook a rebel tear from her cheek. Looking once more at the shadows, she saw the dangling belt snap up, his muscular arm cocked, ready to snap down.
The leather smacked hard against her tailbone, nearly knocking her flat to the bed. Kitty straightened her arms, pushing her body up while gritting her teeth. Her asshole clenched and unclenched nervously while she drew her knees together slowly for protection. Burt snapped the leather next to her ear, the belt nearly cutting into her cheeks. Kitty squealed, jerking away, fearing he would disfigure her permanently. Her cringing actions pleased the sadistic guard.
"Good. You look like you want to survive and still have some fun. That's fuckin' good!" He began to hit her.
Kitty squirmed and whimpered, beating her fists against the cot as the belt smacked again and again against her jiggling asscheeks. Already she could feel her flesh burning as if someone had doused her ass with gasoline and set her afire!
"Aghghghghhhhh!" she screamed.
More red marks criss-crossed the girl's asscheeks. The wheezing gasps of Burt behind her mingled with her own agonized cries. Her tears refused to be kept down now. Against her will, Kitty felt the hot salty drops oozing from her eyes, falling down her cheeks and dripping to her fingers. She had lost.
"Yaghghghghh!"
Burt was becoming more creative with his stinging blows. He backed up on the cot and let the belt unravel. Now the big stud let his cocked arm fly out, the belt snapping between Kitty's thighs and cutting into the flesh not far from her clit. The teen thought she would die from the resulting sensation.
"Yaghghhghh!"
He hit her again, this time sliding off the bed and bending his knees slightly to get a better aim. He was purposely taking aim at her cunt, letting the tip of the belt barely graze her clit-zone. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Kitty didn't know if she could take anymore of this abuse. Already the searing pain had spread through her body, making her winking pussy snap shut after each stinging blow. The sounds of her cries mingled with Burt's panting and the smacking sound of the leather against her flesh.
Another blow, this one in the center of her pussy. With each succeeding blow, her pussy nerves vibrated as if touched by live wires. The vibrations spread to her clit, making the tiny organ pulse. How her clit ached and throbbed.
Grunting with pain and horror, Kitty moved one hand to her dripping, agonized cunt to keep the belt away. The leather smacked dryly against her fingers, making her cry out in pain.
"Stupid bitch! Keep your fuckin' hands up front or I'll cut 'em off!"
Kitty lowered her head until she was resting her cheeks against the pillow. She chewed the material, hiding her lust-contorted face from the big man behind her.
"You little slut. Goddamned little hypocrite. You're wearing me out with this shit," Burt said, tossing the belt to the floor and climbing back onto the cot.
Kitty sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen. She wanted to sink into a hole. He was dragging her through the mud, laughing at her, hurting her.
"Please, let me go. Please, let me go with the other girls," she pleaded.
"In time. You'll be back with the girls and those two whores of guards. But right now you're mine. I've got you, baby, and I'm gonna play hardball with you. And believe me." He winked. "That's just what you want."
"No, no, you're wrong!"
Kitty was more concerned with what Burt was doing. He picked up the knife again and ordered her onto her back. She folded one leg over the other, turning around and resting on her ass and spine. He pushed her up until her head was pressing against the iron frame of the small cot. His prick was still hard and throbbing, looking ready to start spitting out thick white jizz. She had heard about spunk from all her friends. Burt was holding back, at times clamping his fingers around his thick cock to keep his climax from happening just yet.
"You know, used to do a lotta skinnin' back in Wisconsin. Did lots of huntin' up there with my old man. You ever do that?"
"N-n-no."
Kitty watched with wide, terrified eyes as Burt twisted the knife in one hand, turning it around and around, looking almost lovingly at the bright silver blade. There were times when the overhead light caught the metal and gleamed brightly. He was teasing her with the knife without even touching her, still talking about those awful days when he and his father skinned animals for pleasure.
"Yes, sir, can do that still-take the skin off a jackrabbit in nothin' flat," he added, snapping his fingers for emphasis.
"Uhhhhh...."
"And they say people done the same thing hack in Nazi Germany. Pretty sick folk, them Nazis, you know that?" Burt said, his eyes meeting hers once more. His eyes were laughing at her, laughing at her horrible situation as he positioned her feet so her toes hung over the edge of the cot.
"Y-y-yes!"
"Glad you agree."
With that, Burt turned the knife around, lowering it until the sharp razor edge was touching a spot midway between her knees and cunt. He just let the knife rest there for a moment, watching as her flesh tensed from the cold pressure. Kitty writhed against the bed, a little sob escaping from her tightly compressed lips. She looked from the knife to the guard's face. His eyes glittered while his lips worked together as if he were about to say something. Then Kitty realized he was humming some country tune while moving the knife up.
Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead while her mouth became a tight scar. A tremor passed along her tight cheek, her only movement. Kitty knew one false move might cause him to push the blade through her flesh. She wouldn't take that chance. Burt had to be insane to do something like this to another human being. She would stay quiet, let him have his fun, and escape.
"Yeah, nothin' like huntin' and skinnin'," he said, stopping his humming for the moment, then starting up all over while letting the knife blade trail down until it nearly touched her flattened asscheeks.
Tingling sensations broke out all over her cunt, the tiny muscles tensing and throbbing when Burt brought the knife up in a curving line, stopping just inches from her pussylips. He moved the blade down until the cold end flattened against her cunt. Kitty groaned, closing her eyes.
"Please-please, don't hurt me. Don't cut me, please," she whispered.
"Wouldn't do that for the world-unless you fuck me up somehow. And you wouldn't do that, would you?"
"N-n-no!"
"Good, then we're gonna have ourselves some right good fun."
Kitty gasped, her toes curling. Burt moved the knife away from her cunt, toward her feet. He ran the point along the sole of her right foot. If she hadn't been so terrified, it would have tickled her. Burt held the knife in the easy, accustomed grip of a hunter. Then, suddenly, he sliced a thin line across her forearm.
"Oh!"
Kitty tried to pull away from the sharp pain. "No, please...."
She whimpered, backing up until her spine was pressing against the wall. She thought for a moment her bowels would fail and she would shit all over herself.
"Please, put that knife away. I'll do anything you want, just put it away."
He licked his lips, watching as the broad line of that cut turned a bright pink. Kitty lay like that, her heart beating until she thought it would surely burst from the terror plaguing her. She wanted to ask Burt once more what he had planned for her. But questions were futile. She had learned that already at this horrible place. She shuddered as Burt turned her over on her stomach.
She shook with more terror. She didn't dare look back at the guard. Closing her eyes, Kitty was able to picture him-lean, hard muscled, his face handsome but marked with the savagery of a man wanting to hurt people. She felt more fuck juices ooze from her pussy and rolling down her thighs and wondered if Burt could see them. She was certain he could.
Kitty turned her head, resting one cheek against the pillow. She could see where her teeth marks had been, where she had torn the material.
What would her mother have said if she could see her now? Kitty nearly laughed at the thought.
"Get up on your knees again, bitch." Kitty snapped to do his bidding, afraid to be slow in the execution of his command. She felt her wet pussy crack exposed once again. And then that knife blade was roaming about her ass once more. She could feel her pussy muscles contracting, the resulting move sucking in air. She knew she was terribly vulnerable now. Closing her eyes, the girl wished she would somehow faint, pass out, not be a witness to her own horrid shame and torment.
Burt moved the blade from one asscheek to the other, tracing the tip around her outer ass curves. Kitty wanted to cry, but she knew the slightest movement on her part might cause the blade to cut through her skin.
"I said don't move!"
He was rocking the knife now, the repeating touch and chill of it sending lightning bolts rushing through her. She was conscious that there were tiny slits now in her cuntlips, the stinging fuck juice dribbling from her hole bringing her into that awareness. Kitty began fighting with herself, knowing full well it wasn't right she should feel this way.
"Oh yeah, baby, juicin' up and all for me," Burt laughed.
Kitty's pulse raced, her blood scorching her veins. Turning her head around and peering around her injured arm she watched as Burt stroked his long, thick cock with one hand.
He was pushing the tip of that blade against her clit now, threatening to pierce that supersensitive organ.
When would it all stop? Was he going to skin her alive, as he had implied? Those and other grotesque thoughts plagued the sobbing teen as Burt moved his knife around and around her tight little cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kitty still couldn't believe she was reacting to the knife in her cunt this way! She was rutting, growling, shoving her ass back up at the big man while rolling her thighs back and forth. The cuts around her pussylips were like tiny fires. The entire area flamed with heat and stinging pain. Kitty's sweat trickled into the tiny slits, making them burn and itch. She could feel the slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntal juices.
"Bitch pig! You dig this! Man, you can't wait for me to stick my cock in. You're in here a few minutes and you wanna get rid of that cherry like it's been botherin' you for years!"
"No, no, don't fuck me! Don't fuck me!" Kitty cried.
"Like hell I won't! You ain't gonna be able to piss for a week when I get through with you."
Kitty heard him throw the knife away, felt his hands hooking around her hipbones. He was going to fuck her doggie style, fuck her as if she were some bitch in heat. She could feel her knees sliding back onto his while his fingers dug into her flesh cruelly.
Kitty felt the blind stabs of his cock against the sides of her cunt. His prickhead was greasing down on her pussyjuice, sliding up and down, then finally pressing against her cuntlips. Kitty was rolling her ass back, feeling Burt holding her more tightly. He lunged forward, fucking his cock into her cunthole with one push.
Kitty stiffened, snapping her head up while staring bug-eyed at the wall. She had never felt anything quite like this before in her life! She had heard all sorts of stories about getting fucked. She gasped again, her mouth and throat growing dry as cotton.
Burt was grunting, off in his own world. He kept fucking in, forcing his prick deep into Kitty's pussy.
Only when she felt his cockhead pressing against her cherry did the teen let out a cry of terror. He was going to pop her cherry, burst that tiny little membrane. Kitty swatted one hand back, stretching forward to get away from that cock.
"Hey, baby, why the change? Man, you couldn't get enough cock before!"
"Hurt. You're going to hurt ... oh no, don't! Take it out! Out!"
"That fuckin' cherry, eh? Just too bad about that! Gotta take it."
Burt's voice was gravelly once more. His fingers were leaving long red marks on her flesh as he held her more tightly, his cock fucking again and again into her cunthole. Now Kitty could hear the juices squishing around his cock while the fat prickhead pressed harder against her cherry. The girl sobbed. Burt pushed his knees forward, nearly lifting her from the cot as he fucked his prick hard into her hole. There was a moment's hesitation as Kitty felt her cherry stretching under the tremendous pressure. And then it was gone!
It was a terrible, ripping sensation, followed by the hot rushing feeling of his prick fucking into her body. Kitty squawked and trembled, snapping her head from left to right. He had done it! He had torn her cherry, ripping it from its anchorage! The girl thought she would surely faint. And at one point, Kitty saw black and yellow spots flashing in front of her eyes. But something kept her alert. Kneeling there, her naked ass high in the air like a dog's, she felt herself being halved, split in two by that hard-fucking cock.
Burt draped himself over her body like a stud dog, biting the nape of her neck while feeding her more and more of his prick. He hadn't even broken pace after tearing her cherry. He didn't care about the pain she was enduring now. In fact, the idea that she was suffering excited him even more.
"No, no," she whimpered, trying to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts that were starting to build up again.
"Gonna fire hose my cum in you, baby. Yeah, can feel the pressure buildin' up already."
His hips shot up against her upturned ass again and again, the force of the fuck thrusts making her asscheeks shake and shiver.
Kitty grunted, twisting her head around and tearing her teeth into the pillowcase again. Sweat rolled down her forehead, burning into her eyes. She clawed and bit and twisted and yelped as the big man behind her fucked for all he was worth.
"Huhhhrr! Huhhhhrrr! Uhhh!"
"Like it now, don't you cunt? You dig bein' fucked like this, slut?"
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Burt slipped his hands under her, reaching for her swinging tits. He touched her nipples, grabbing for them, twisting them viciously until Kitty thought he would rip them off.
She cried out again, feeling those bruising fingers on her tits. She wished he would tear those tips off. That would stop the fierce heat.
He bit down on the nape of her neck, making her throw her head back like a mare in heat. She raised herself up with her shaking arms, the constant swiveling of her ass becoming more and more frantic.
"Come on, baby, dance for it! Yeah, make that fuckin' ass prance for my cock!"
Burt was slapping her ass, biting her neck, his belly beating against her ass again and again.
She could feel those stiff hairs of his cock bush against her asshole. Every scratchy hair seemed to find a nerve ending to stimulate it. It was wild, wonderful. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and asshole was driving her mad. Kitty shoved back, tearing the woolen blanket beneath her with her fingers, waiting for the final spasm that would "Send her off into another world.
"Yeah, cum, cum, baby! Gonna do it. Gonna make it in your cunt!"
The words sent the girl flying high. She grunted and sobbed with the combination of pain and pleasure in her pussy. That duel of ungodly stretching in her cunt and the gouging, tearing pain around her nipples blanched her mind. All Kitty wanted was to have those feelings increase until the pain and the swelling knot of tension in her belly swept over her.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
"Bitch! Fuckin' little whore! You dig it, and you're gonna get what you want!"
Burt fucked so hard that he was beating her head against the wall with each forward thrust. Kitty responded by cursing, her head rolling. She clawed at the pillow under her hands, driving her shoulders forward. She forced her big-tipped tits against his hands. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was a fire that ran through all her nerves.
Kitty couldn't believe she was reacting like this. But she was so crazed with her own lust that she actually wanted to have that thick cock reaming her out. It was as if she were in a deadly struggle on that narrow cot. The frame under the thin mattress squeaked again. The pile-driving thrusts of the guard's prick and the bucking, arching agony of Kitty's body battered the head of the cot against the wall.
Kitty was growling like a bitch dog, a low, harsh noise tearing at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She loved that excitement now, the rushing feeling of lust that was about to take her away with a wild explosion.
The tremendous blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grew and grew. Again she could hear the squishing sound of his cock fucking around in her pussy. Her cunt suddenly felt as hard as the cockshaft itself. Kitty ground her teeth together.
The hard-held lump of tension in her belly slipped just a bit. Kitty knew his cock was about to go off now. All she had to do was wait for just a moment and she would feel that moment engulf her.
"Oh yeah, baby, now, now!"
Burt's voice suddenly rose in pitch while his fingers gripped for her tits. Then his cockhead jabbed against her cunt. It happened with a terrible vengeance. She could feel the jizz splashing against her cuntal walls, filling her up the way air fills a balloon. What had he said? Oh yes. He was going to fire hose his cum into her. That was just what the prison guard was doing. She could actually feel the rope-like strands of his white cum spattering against her pussy walls, making her cunt stretch while he still fucked his prick in and out.
"Uhhhhh!" Kitty gasped, her mouth wide open while her cuntal walls crashed in as if destroyed by some earthquake.
The first massive fuckjolt of her cum shattered the girl entirely. The teen's asshole went into spasms, wringing tight at nothing while her pussy held the cum-spewing prick hard. Kitty moved her thighs from side to side, hearing herself screaming as Burt's teeth broke the skin of her neck.
"Take it, baby, take my dick, take my cum!"
Kitty was doing exactly that. She could feel her climax all over-around her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The punctured skin around her cunt was on fire while more and more waves of climax took her breath away. It was wild, wonderful. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, the ripples left a kind of emptiness that stopped the pain until the next internal explosion. Kitty lived for those explosions, rutting and grunting away under Burt's fucking body. This could last an eternity and she would have opted for it!
Her cunt was betraying her.
Kitty sobbed, knowing that the spurting gut-spraying cock was attached to a prison guard in a place she wished to escape from. But still the feeling right now was better than anything she had ever experienced in her short life.
And then it was over. Her cunt tried to milk more cum from Burt's swinging balls. But there was no more. The big stud let her go, laughing softly as the young blonde teen collapsed on the cot.
Kitty hid her face in the crushed, sweaty pillow. She wished he would go away, disappear so she could hide her shame from him. He had seen her rutting there under the sprays of water.
And now he had fucked her, torn away her cherry, made her dance on his cock while he fucked and laughed. What more would he do? What other humiliations would she have to endure before the day was over?
"That was good, baby. Man, you're gonna be one hell of a fuck around here."
Kitty sobbed again, her face red. She drew her knees up to her tits in a fetal position. She could still feel his cum oozing from her slot, wetting down her thighs. She had been fucked. She had had a man's prick in her, fucking her into oblivion, making her fuck back like some kind of wild animal.
"Now it's time to get up. You gotta meet the matron and get with the rest of the girls," Burt said, crawling off the squeaking cot with a grunt.
As he gathered his clothes, Kitty lay quietly. Then there was a whooshing sound, followed by a loud smacking crack. She felt the burning, brutal crash of his opened hand against her ass. Kitty squawked, coming alive and jerking herself around. She stared at him with tears in her eyes, rubbing her injured ass.
"This ain't no beauty rest home. You're gonna jump around here when we say jump.
Now get over there," Burt said, gathering up her clothes and throwing them into her face. "You're gonna take a shower, get cleaned up, and move."
"Sh-shower?" she stammered, drawing the clothes up against her tits.
Burt threw back his head and laughed, shaking it back and forth.
"Don't worry. Evelyn and her pal Lydia ain't gonna be back for a while. Now move."
He pushed her from the room, locking the door behind her carefully then following her to the showers. They were still deserted. And Burt insisted on standing there, leaning against the wall with his thick-muscled arms crossed over his chest. Kitty showered, feeling his eyes roaming all over her body. She soaped down her hot, still-swollen cunt, fighting back the tears. All in one day, one short day! It was incredible! She had been treated horribly, laughed at, humiliated, then finally fucked! Splashing the cool water on her face the young teen could hardly believe that this had happened. But the cum she had washed from her violated pussy told her again and again it had.
"Hurry up. We ain't got all day. This ain't Hollywood or something."
He threw her a dirty white towel, watching as she dried herself and put her clothes back on. She couldn't find her sandals. There was her suitcase, the one they had confiscated earlier. Burt retrieved it and handed it to her as she finished buttoning her modest print dress. He directed her in curt, tense tones as they left the showering area and headed down the long, polished corridors. There was the usual smell of public buildings in this area, that smell of disinfectant covering everything. Through the small rectangular windows in the doors Kitty could see what appeared to be classes held for the inmates. There was a kind of workshop where girls were gathered in small groups making things.
"That's for when you show us you're ready to cooperate all the way," Burt said menacingly.
Kitty shivered. She could only guess what that meant.
They turned down a small corridor and immediately entered the world of prison officialdom. The thick-piled maroon carpeting felt good against her naked feet. There was an air of calm as they passed the large closed oak doors. At the end of the corridor a small brass plaque announced they were in the realm of the chief matron.
Taking off his cap, Burt reached around the girl and opened the door, indicating with a nod of the head she should enter. It was a large office with few furnishings. A large opened space led to a modern oak desk behind which sat Mrs. Fredricks, the matron's secretary. Typing, the woman stopped for only a moment, peering over her glasses to see who had entered. She smiled a thin smile and continued typing.
"Is there something special with this one?" her thin high voice crackled out.
"Yes, ma'am. Is Mrs. Jenkins in?"
There was more silence as the older woman finished her draft. Pleased, she turned and nodded. "But she's terribly busy. Something about a visit from Sacramento coming up. Can-"
"I think she'll want to see this one."
There was another long pause. All through the brief conversation Kitty had kept her head down, eyes to the floor. Now she raised them and stared at Mrs. Fredricks. There was again no pity, no compassion.
She felt Burt's hand between her shoulders, pushing her forward. She left her suitcase as directed by the secretary's desk, then entered another office, much smaller than the anteroom.
There, standing by the blinds, was Mrs. Jenkins, the matron of the facility, the one who was letting all this happen. As soon as the door closed Mrs. Jenkins pulled off her glasses, twisting them slowly around in her fingers as she studied the teen.
Kitty bit her lower lip, wondering if she should say something. Then she began blurting all sorts of things.
"They raped me!" she cried, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
"Indeed?"
"Yes. They raped me with a fire hose...."
"The whole hose? My dear, that would seem to be impossible, no matter who you were."
"No, with the water from it. Evelyn and the other one, and then he...."
Kitty broke down, covering her mouth and nose with both hands and trying to regain control.
"And then he raped me. He dragged me into some room and raped me."
She could go on no further. The tears choked off all words.
"Is ... that all?" the matron asked.
Kitty couldn't believe what she heard. She stopped sobbing, dropping her hands, staring in disbelief at the matron.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Has she performed well?" Mrs. Jenkins asked.
Burt shrugged his shoulders, grinning down at the cringing teen. "Well enough, ma'am. I think she's got great possibilities."
"If she's put under your guidance, is that it?"
Mrs. Fredricks patted the tight black bun at the back of her head, moving around her desk, then leaning heavily against the front edge. Stretching out one hand she took Kitty's chin between her thumb and forefinger and raised her head.
"Very pretty. Yes, I can see why you and Evelyn and Lydia want to-uh, train this young girl. Kitty? Kitty Lamonde, I think it is. Evelyn brought me your file after that little incident. It's curious," she said, her thin lips curling into a smile. "Your mother apparently thinks you're some kind of sexual slut."
"She's a hot one, ma'am. When I was fuckin' her, she couldn't get enough of my cock and-"
"I don't want graphics, Burt. I know what goes on. So," she said, her voice softening once more, "your mother appears to have been correct, although sending you here for correction was a mistake on her part. Nonethless, you're here, and you'll have to get used to the rules."
"How ... how can you get away with this?" Kitty blurted. "This can't go on forever. Please, just let me go. I haven't done anything."
"To answer your question," Mrs. Fredricks said coldly, "that's my business. I've managed to accumulate quite a few influential friends around here. What you've experienced doesn't happen all the time to all the girls. You're special, and thus will be singled out for special treatment. And, in answer to the second question, you'll be here until your sentence is served. That's all. Take her to her cell, and then we'll talk, Burt."
Mrs. Fredricks went behind her desk and resumed shuffling through some papers. Burt took Kitty by one arm and pulled her away. They went back in the anteroom, the girl picking up her suitcase and moving out back into the corridor. They reached the main hall, and Kitty could see the girls once more. Some were in groups staring at her. Others were being escorted eyes down by the matrons. Kitty blushed furiously when she saw Evelyn taking another girl toward the matron's office.
Once in her small room, Kitty was instructed to put on her gray prison dress.
She sat in her cell, staring at the walls, feeling miserable and wishing she had someone to talk to. Days passed.
Kitty was taken to the cafeteria at mealtimes, but after meals she was always escorted back to her cell. The door would swing shut, that horrible harsh metallic clanking of the lock rattling through her bones.
It was during the third day as she lay staring at the ceiling that Kitty heard footsteps approaching her cell. She rose from her bed, hoping this was the much-sought-for day when she would be integrated into what community there was at the facility. When the door swung open Kitty felt her heart sink. Evelyn and Lydia lid come for her like two agents from the devil. She shrank back, folding her arms tightly around her knees.
"Come on, Kitty. You don't want to be incorrigible. You don't want to see what we do with our incorrigibles," Evelyn said, grabbing her roughly by the arm and hauling her from the cot.
Kitty struggled, her attempts at freedom halting when Lydia smacked her smartly across the face.
"Maybe she needs Burt to calm her down," Evelyn suggested, shoving Kitty roughly through the door.
"The matron's right. She has to be brought down a peg or two. This should do it."
They pushed her back down the corridor, rushing her past the rooms. She kept her eyes down, mutely shuffling along until they reached a small door at the end of the corridor. Evelyn was fishing in her pocket for more keys.
"Inside."
Kitty shuffled in, putting her hands out in front of her immediately. It was dark, so terribly dark. The only light came in from the outside. There was the smell of damp concrete, something that made Kitty wrinkle her nose. She looked about, narrowing her eyes when Evelyn and Lydia switched on the lights. Kitty gasped. There were all sorts of things on the wall. Turning, she saw Evelyn closing the door.
"Take off your clothes. Your lover's coming here, and he doesn't want to see you with clothes on," Evelyn said with a sneer.
Removing the shift was easy. Maybe that was why they had given it to her. Someone could fuck her, beat her, do anything to her without so much as taking her shift off.
"Now over there-under the pole," Kitty was told.
Kitty observed a four-foot wooden pole hanging suspended from the ceiling. Just above it was a pulley device. Obviously it could be raised and lowered at will. Slowly Kitty made her way to the indicated spot, raising her arms as Lydia instructed.
"Now, we'll get you ready for your lover. And he'll be pleased with our work," Evelyn added, grinning at her friend.
"Mrs. Fredericks told us you were one of the special cases here. We could have told her that the first day," Lydia said, gesturing with her chin for Kitty to raise her arm a little higher.
Kitty did as she was told, letting out a half-hysterical laugh that the other women shared. It made her feel a little better in this absurd, horrible situation. Evelyn stood on a chair, calmly fastening the teen's wrists to the ends of the pole with two half-inch brown leather straps. She cinched the material tightly around Kitty's hands, making the girl grimace in pain. Her arms now were spread apart, tied helplessly to the overhead pole. An ache in her shoulders began, and she moved her head around to ease the stretching tension.
"Let's spread those legs, Kitty. Come on, we know how well you do that," Evelyn said;
The girl reddened with shame. Apparently everyone knew what had happened earlier. She could well imagine Burt bragging to them all, giving them detailed descriptions of how she had come and how well she had fucked back into him, begging silently for more prick. How she felt the shame rushing through her at the thought! If she could, she would kill Burt right now!
They were tightening the straps around her wrists again, then moving her legs farther apart. Kitty lowered her gaze, seeing now that, just beyond each of her separated feet, a ringbolt in the floor held a short chain. At the end of that chain were large black leather anklets. Lydia and Evelyn worked together on this one, fitting the anklets on Kitty and buckling them tightly.
"Oh, they hurt! They're so tight. Can't you make them a little looser?"
Evelyn turned around and swatted Kitty hard on the ass. "And let you get away? There's no chance that's going to happen. Tight they are, and tight they stay until we take you down."
Evelyn checked the anklets, then moved to small wooden winch. The whole thing had been crudely constructed some time ago, Kitty could see. But it was more than casually effective.
"Oh no, no, not more!"
Evelyn said nothing, tugging on the rope, pulling the restraining pole higher and higher. Kitty jerked her head from one side to the other, her eyes wide. She could feel the muscles in her upper arms pulling, the tendons stretching to the tearing point as the wrist cuffs cut painfully into her flesh. The chains overhead clanked as Evelyn turned the winch yet another notch.
Kitty's breathing became labored, her chest rising and falling, her tits slapping wetly together as the nipples grew stiff and hard.
"Oh, stop, stop!" Her cries were more whimpers now.
Another notch. Now her ankles were starting to tighten up against the restraining ankle cuffs. Kitty moaned aloud once more, feeling the leather biting into her skin. When Evelyn finally stopped turning and flipped the ratchet for a lock, the naked teen hung there in the form of an X. Arms and legs spread wide apart, half hanging by the wrists, half standing on her toes, Kitty was the perfect picture of misery.
"Now she won't move around so much, no matter what Burt does to her," Lydia said laughingly.
Evelyn moved forward, running her fingers up and down the strained body of the girl. They lingered here and there, especially when her hand reached Kitty's cunt. The teen felt her skin pucker the moment Evelyn's fingers strayed into her cunt.
"She's a hot one, allright. She's hot and wet down there already, and nothing's been done to her!"
Nothing! What did they call this horror, this terror of being strung from the ceiling? Kitty stared wide-eyed at the two women now below her. A minute passed in silence. Then she let out another choked sob, begging the two women to let her go back to her cell.
"I'm gettin' fuckin' bored with listening to this crap. Let's gag her and teach her a lesson. Mrs. Fredricks gave us that option," Lydia said, nodding in the direction of a small gray box nearby.
Evelyn agreed, moving to a large green metal cabinet near the door. Kitty watched with studied silence, cringing when she saw Evelyn fish out what happened to be some sort of gag. A large red rubber ball was flanked on either side by two thick pieces of leather, both buckled on the ends. Standing again on the chair the female prison guard forced Kitty's mouth open, shoving the ball between her lips and nearly down her throat.
She shoved the ball all the way in until it was touching her molars. Kitty twisted her head in a vain attempt to get away from those awful fingers. Evelyn ignored the moves, drawing the straps tightly around her head, fastening them at the back.
Kitty swallowed, nearly gagging on the putrid flavor the latex ball made in her mouth. She could hardly make a sound, and it was becoming very difficult for her to breath! She watched silently as both women now moved a box to a position some three feet from her. Lydia flipped open the front lock, pulling the cover off. Kitty saw at once it was a generator and felt her pulse start to race all over. They were going to electrocute her! She was sure of it. They were going to send charges of current racing through her body and watch her dance hideously on this vertical rack!
The young teen struggled wildly, driven nearly insane by the possibilities of torture now racing through her head. She rattled the chains, tugging and twisting as much as she could, her long blonde hair whipping over her jiggling tits. There was nothing she could do, however. The more she struggled, the more pain she caused herself. Rolling perspiration made the leather cut more painfully into her flesh. How her neck and shoulder muscles ached from being strung up like that from the ceiling.
Kitty chomped down on the ball, watching as the two older women uncoiled the snake-like wires that ran from the generator. Some of those wires ended in clamps, others had pincers.
Evelyn unraveled one coil, holding the pincer tauntingly in front of the terrified blonde teen.
"You know where this is going to go, dear? You know what's going to happen there?"
Kitty shook her head, her forehead wrinkling with terror while she watched Evelyn slowly open the small head-like device and lower it. She brushed the right tit tip, letting the metal make the girl shiver with horror. Then, with a quick snapping movement, the guard let the needlelike teeth close in on the dark-red turgid nipple.
Kitty threw back her head, chewing down on the ball and tugging wildly at the restraining overhead cuffs. If only she could rip one of her arms free and tear that awful thing that was biting so painfully on her right nipple! But the cuffs were firm. More tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
Evelyn was closing another one on her left nipple, moving the device back and forth so Kitty could feel those tiny teeth tearing at her tit flesh. Kitty's knees shook while, mysteriously, oddly, the teen felt her cunt start to heat up and swell open.
"The more we do to her, the hotter she get. Mrs. Fredricks was right. She's a special case, alright," Lydia said, nodding at Kitty's dribbling cunt.
"I feel her heating up. She's a regular furnace down there, just waiting for a prick ... or anything good and hot to take care of her. She's that kind. If it's going to make her cunt feel good, she'll do it."
Kitty wanted to shout back at them. But the ball gag kept her from saying a word. Lydia took the pincers this time, unraveling the attached wires and then opening the tiny devices. Bending down, she attached three to the girl's cunt, one of them to a position just an inch below her clit. Kitty bit down on the ball again, the prickly cold touch of the pincers contrasting sharply with the tumid dark-red pussymeat growing warmer and wetter with each passing second. More wires, more attachments. These other connections the two guards made to her toes, looping the wires around Kitty's middle and big toes.
Kitty dropped her eyes, observing how all the wires were attached to her young body. It was as if they were preparing her for a kinky state execution! Lydia went over to the generator, checking the attachments, then plugging the instrument in. At a flick of the switch, the generator came alive.
"We'll start at level two and go on until she passes out," Evelyn said in a loud voice.
Silently the girl prayed she would lose consciousness soon. But Kitty didn't think she would be that lucky.
The tiny teeth bit more deeply into the girl's nipples and cuntmeat. The humming, that awful steady humming of the generator filled her ears.
Kitty trembled, watching Evelyn's slender fingers play along the lighted dials. She could feel the pulling weight of the wires against her nipples, her cunt, her toes. Lydia was watching coolly, her blonde hair tucked neatly under her guard's hat. There was a slight increase in the humming sound.
Kitty tensed, her muscles bulging out against her sweat-dampened flesh. It was happening. She could feel it already, the rush of electricity through the pincers. It was like a million tiny biting teeth nibbling on the flesh. And her cunt! Oh, how it reminded her of the stinging spray she had endured several days before in the bath. The young teen's body arched, shivering as if suffering under a mighty breeze. Kitty's head went back, her long blonde hair sweeping over the top curves of her ass.
The sensation of having the electricity surging through her body now wasn't bad at all. She even relaxed a bit, savoring the itching, tingling sensations radiating around her clit. More juice seeped from her cunthole, wetting down her flexing thighs as she hung there from the ceiling.
"She's enjoying it. Let's give her more," Lydia dryly observed.
There was another increase in the hum. Now the tingling had assumed a more concentrated, urgent sensation. Kitty found herself chewing down on the ball, her brain starting to throb under the electric pressure. The hot sharpness of the current cut into her flesh, making her groan and sigh at the same time. Her flesh started to sing while she twisted and jerked at teh restraining chains. The shocks felt like sharp glass shards scratching at her cunt, tits and ass. She felt a fist of air burst from her cunt, nearly dislodging the clump of wires lodged in her pussy. Kitty curled her toes until they cramped, clawing upward on the pole as more and more current shot into her body. Another increase in current made her lose control. She felt herself pissing, the pee wetting down her rippling thighs as the two female guards laughed at her disgrace.
"It looks like she's reaching her limit," Lydia said.
"We'll see. I doubt this one'll lose consciousness. She'll take all we can give her," Evelyn said. With that, Evelyn cranked the switch a point higher.
Kitty felt as if she'd been struck by a speeding truck. Her tits and belly and cunt were stabbed and torn by fiery daggers. Her bones shattered while the noise of a thousand screams was choked behind her gag. Spittle nearly drowned her as she fought for air. Evelyn still raised the setting. Kitty was writhing like the damned now, her lips turning purple while diamonds of spittle flashed around her cheeks. Cunt juice dried on her thighs as she hung there, waiting for more.
"Give her the next notch," Evelyn said.
That was the last thing Kitty heard Evelyn say. There was the smell of burning flesh as Kitty shuddered and jerked on her chains.
Then the pain and pressure from the current was too much. With a muffled shriek, Kitty stiffened, then fell limp against her bonds.
CHAPTER SIX
How long had she hung there, her arms stretched painfully over her head? Kitty had no idea. She had had such strange dreams, dreams that earlier would have made her blush just to think of them. But now they took on a real form, making her cunt throb, her nipples itch. She thought of Burt, of his big body, of his cock and how his prick had felt squeezing into her hot cunt channel. Kitty could almost feel his hands massaging her tits, rubbing her nipples against one another while his prick fucked her up off the small cot in the dayroom. Kitty could hear him, hear his heavy, uneven panting while his cock fucked in and out of her cunt. She could feel the leather belt smashing against her ribcage, the welts springing up on her white flesh as his prick pressed again and again against her clit. "Ahhhhhhh!"
Kitty awoke with a start, feeling as if someone had just shot a bolt of lightning through her. And then she remembered the ropes holding her arms up high, the chains that had kept her legs spread so widely apart while those two awful guards had attached pincers to her cunt. And then ... and then the current, that awful, stinging electric current that had torn through her pussy and nipples. How she had screamed, felt that electricity rip through her flesh. And then there had been blackness.
Kitty realized she wasn't hanging from the ceiling. In fact, she wasn't in the same room, as far as she could tell. It was so dark she could almost feel the blackness pressing against her face. Someone had tied her loosely on what appeared to be a slant board, her feet being several feet higher than her head. Tentatively the girl tried moving her legs. She could just barely slide them back and forth against the plastic underneath her, at least the teen thought the surface was plastic. Kitty then tried moving her arms. The ropes around her wrists were also loose-as if the person wanted her simply to stay in place while she was unconscious and not fall.
I can escape, Kitty thought to herself, a feeling something like hope rising in her. She raised her head, feeling a dull throbbing ache shoot through her brain. It was a result of the electricity, she thought, again arching her body and pressing her arms and legs against the ropes. The ropes were giving way!
"Uhhhh...." came a groan.
Kitty froze. There was someone else in there. She heard that moan again. It was coming somewhere from behind her. Another victim. There was another girl in there, she thought, another of the "special" victims of Evelyn and Lydia.
"Hello?" Kitty called.
A moan was the response. Kitty lay there for a while, listening to that moaning sound behind her. The noise had stopped now. Was the girl really hurt? Kitty tried her bonds again.
They gave way after some more wriggling. Carefully, Kitty slipped the ropes from her wrists and hands, tossing them off, then raising herself to a sitting position. Hands stretched forward, she unfastened the bonds from her ankles, then carefully swung her legs over the edge of the slant board. What she didn't expect, however, was that the board had been placed high above the floor. Expecting to feel firmness beneath her as she slipped from the cushion, Kitty, to her terror, found herself falling headward in the blackness. "Eaghghghghghhh!"
Her heart nearly stopped as she tumbled down. For all she knew she could have been falling some hundred feet to a crushing death against a concrete floor. As it was she came to an abrupt halt some six feet beneath the board. She crashed on her hands and feet, her head pillowed by her upper arms. For several minutes the startled teen lay on the floor, feeling nothing but the animal terror of having fallen in the blackness and having come to a rest suddenly.
"Ohhhhh!"
That moan again. It was closer now. Perhaps the girl was right next to her. The height had somehow distended the sound. Kitty forced herself up, shaking the dizziness from her head. She groped in the dark. The walls were slippery as was the floor.
"Who are you? Are you all right?"
"Uhhhh ... it's Kim. Who are you?"
"Kitty. Just keep talking. I'll find you."
"Oh, it hurts so much. He fucked me and then ... and then...." The girl's sentence dissolved into a torrent of sobs.
Kitty sighed, still groping around over the flagstone. The girl didn't want to find out anymore about the blackness pressing in on her. It was frightening and, she felt, possibly disgusting. They had thrown her and Kim down here like garbage.
Kitty backed away, jerking to one side, holding her hands tightly against her tits. Kitty had heard the claw-like skitter-and-pause of some small animal that had stopped in front of her. Rats! Were there rats in here? She felt her flesh crawling at the possibility. It wouldn't be beyond the others to have thrown them in there and left them to the mice and rats.
"Please, I'm so afraid. I'm over here," Kim groaned.
Kitty scrambled forward, forgetting about the small animal still scampering around her. The girl was coughing until Kitty thought she would vomit.
Kitty touched something, then jerked away. Only when Kim let out a cry did Kitty realize it was the shy brunette she had seen on the bus and later in the dining hall. Kitty took the girl's hand.
"I thought I'd be okay. I knew the guards had you marked-you know, as being one of their favorites or something. But I was just trying to disappear," Kim began, wiping the tears from her eyes. "And then they came at me one night. They haven't left me alone since. That man...."
"Burt?"
"I think that's his name. He pinned me down while the others held my legs open. He kept on ... fucking me until I thought I was going to come apart."
Kitty shuddered with what she knew was a kind of excitement. Burt had fucked her hard too. It sounded as if he had repeatedly raped Kim while Evelyn and God only knew who else watched. It was a vision Kitty tried to conjure revulsion for, but found herself only thinking of the scene with mild pleasure.
"And then they beat me until I passed out. I was lying here when I saw them throw you in. They told me not to say anything when they put you up on that high board. They figured you'd be trying to get away and would fall down. I wanted to say something. But they said they'd be watching and things would go worse with me if I tried to warn you," Kim said, ending her narrative with another series of choked sobs.
"That's okay. I understand."
Kitty could understand. Mrs. Fredricks operated this facility on terror. The girls said nothing, too terrified to make so much as one objection to the treatment. The guards were kept in line by getting favors from the girls and letting their fantasies have full run.
Suddenly the heavy door grated open. Kitty shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric lights. The bright shaft of light hurt after so much time in total blackness. Kim squealed, edging up closely against her.
"Oh, they're coming for me. I've done it. I think they're coming for me," Kim moaned.
But Kitty felt differently. Evelyn and another woman stood there, holding clubs away from their bodies. With concern for her newly found friend still milling in her brain, Kitty passively let them lift her by the arms and drag her from the basement cell. The door clattered shut behind her, the clanging sound mingling with Kim's cry of lonely despair.
"I hope you had a pleasant chat," Evelyn said ironically, poking her painfully in the back. "After your fall, that is. Put your hands behind your back now, locking your fingers together."
Kitty did as she was told. Evelyn slipped her club against Kitty's elbows, pressing against her lower back while the other guard silently bound her wrists together. Another rope, around her upper arms and slipped around her chest, held her hands to her sides while compressing her tits tightly against her upper chest. The club began pressing hard against Kitty's back, making her wince with pain.
"We're doing this to keep you from trying to escape again."
"Again?"
Evelyn laughed harshly, shoving her prisoner forward with a grunt. "You had that in your mind when you tried climbing off the slant board. Don't tell me differently. This is just a precaution."
They marched down the long corridor, the tunnels illuminated by a string of yellow bare bulbs. They were in the bowels of the correctional facility, a place where anything could happen and probably would.
"There." Evelyn gave her another shove, pushing her into a smaller corridor to the left.
Kitty stumbled over her feet, shaking the loose hair from her eyes while Evelyn moved forward and opened the door.
"Inside, bitch."
"Ah, Kitty. I'm glad you could come!" How differently Mrs. Fredricks looked now! It was a game-a horrid game she was playing with her!
Mrs. Fredricks raised one hand, silencing the girl with the gesture. "You don't say anything here, unless you want that gag back in. Now, do you want it in?"
Kitty shook her head, still staring at the tall, attractive woman. She was wearing a strange outfit. Instead of the severely tailored suit she had worn upstairs, she now wore a set of black leather thigh-high boots with spikes, a black garter belt possibly also of leather tightly fitting around her firm thighs, and a kind of criss-cross halter that lifted her enormous tits and pointed her dark-red nipples directly at the trembling girl. There was a somber fire in her black eyes that reminded Kitty of the look Burt had had before fucking her.
Only when someone coughed behind Kitty did she look about the room. She saw an odd contraption next to Mrs. Fredricks. It was a long pole steadied by a large square fastened to the bottom. At the top was fitted a long, silvercolored cock. What caught Kitty's eyes especially, however, was a familiar gray box. The lid was off and she could see the dials, those awful dials that registered the amount of electricity flowing from the generator. She backed away, her arms tensing against the club that still kept her elbows pushed away from her back.
"That's good, Kitty. You remember the generator, the feeling of having current racing through your body. By the way, you can call me Leona. Mrs. Fredricks sounds so out of place here."
"No, no!" Kitty shrank back in terror, stumbling over her own feet and crashing to her ass.
Evelyn grabbed the girl around the waist, pushing her forward toward that big thing sticking straight up in the air. She couldn't imagine what they were going to do with that. The others stood there smirking and enjoying her fear and puzzlement while the guard pushed her to within two feet of the odd device. Leona switched on the box.
"No, no, don't do this!"
"It's a shame Burt's with your friend. I'm certain he would have enjoyed putting you on this. As it is, I'm sure we can manage!" Leona Fredricks said.
"No, no!"
The two female guards let Kitty stew for some time, then each took one wrist and pushed her forward. With her arms tied helplessly behind her, the club hurting her back, it was nearly impossible for Kitty to put up much of a fight. She took long looks at that horrid thing sticking straight in the air. She knew they were going to split her in two with that thing and would laugh as she dangled there, squirming helplessly on that pole.
"Oh, no, no, no!" She kicked and fought as much as she could.
But Leona only smiled more frightfully. She took out a small jar and liberally smeared some kind of lubricant over that thing. Kitty's face slackened, her eyes widening even more as she gasped and cried out in horror.
"You can fight, Kitty. Or you could keep quiet and let us put you on this. The more you fight, the more it's going to hurt, dear," Leona said.
The words made sense. But still to let them do this to her without putting up some sort of protest seemed stupid. In the end, however, the girl realized what the warden had said was true. Kitty tried to go limp and let them do what they were going to do.
"That's better. And I think you might even enjoy some of your games from now on."
"Never," Kitty muttered, feeling them grab her under her arms and lift her just above that awful greased thing. In a moment Kitty felt the cold metal touching her cunt. She pushed back against her tormentors, nearly slipping free of them and tumbling downward.
"That's a stupid move, Kitty. If they lose a grip, you'll fall down all the way without being eased onto the dildo. That could cause you some very serious injury, dear," Leona said. "Remember that."
Kitty hated her, hated all of them, and especially hated the hot feeling that was starting up all over again under her curly cuntal thicket. She felt her cuntlips peeling back, unsticking from the humid cuntmeat and making way for that cold, inanimate dildo shining under the heavy coating of grease. Her legs kicked out as the smooth head slipped past her clit, up into her cunt. She groaned once again as inch after cold, slippery inch slid into her body, spreading her, threatening at certain points to rip her in two. In the end, Kitty found she was finally touching ground.
"There now, not the end of the world, is it?" Leona Fredricks asked.
"Ohhhhhh, this is horrible!"
The thing was all the way up her cunt. How her muscles ached from that cold invasion. She had only been fucked once, and that had been several days ago.
"Now, you can keep up on your toes, or flatten your feet. Of course, if you do, you'll have that thing going up perhaps a bit too far," Leona said, smiling.
Kitty frowned at the older woman, turning around and seeing the guards still laughing at her. She couldn't get both her feet flat on the support board without really hurting herself. That meant it was as high as was practical for their purposes. At first she thought she could try to step off it. But that, Kitty discovered, was hopeless. Then she tried getting high on her toes so it would slip off. She found she couldn't get anywhere nearly high enough for that. In the end she wound up just standing, sighing, feeling herself being impaled by that awful prick. It was an infuriating, shameful way for anyone to stand.
"Now, you don't think that's the end of it, do you?" Leona said, cocking her head to one side and smiling broadly.
"Oh please, no more."
"We're here to test you to the limit. You know the generator. I've got something else for you as well."
"She's a lucky girl, getting fucked like that without having to worry about getting pregnant," Evelyn observed, pulling a small pump from behind the generator. A clear Lucite tube that ended in a small nozzle was attached to it. Behind the pump was another tube, this one black and a little larger, that was plugged into a wall faucet.
"Too lucky. Other girls here don't get nearly the attention she does. And now we're going to see if she deserves it. Evelyn, put the nozzle up her ass."
"Wh-what?"
"Just an experiment dear. You're going to have two ends stimulated at the same timelike being fucked by two men. Surely, you've fantasized about that at some time or other, haven't you?"
"No, no!"
Evelyn ignored the young teen's protests, lifting her ass a bit, then shoving in the cold brass nozzle into Kitty's shitter. The girl let out another cry, her face wrinkling with pain and shame.
What were they going to shoot up there? Sitting back on the dildo, her toes cramping from keeping her body up so high, Kitty waited in nervous anticipation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her toes were cramping. It was so difficult standing there, supporting herself like that in order to keep the dildo from ramming all the way up into her pussy. When she relaxed, Kitty could feel the thing fucking oh so deep in her cunt! Slowly the girl realized her pussy was stretching to accommodate the awful big thing! But it was the fear of really hurting herself that made the teen curl her toes once more and force her body up on the big prick. She was turning scarlet, her cheeks burning with shame. And now they were rummaging around back there near her asshole, twisting the Lucite tube, sticking it up farther into her shitter.
"I think it won't come out now," Evelyn said, examining the tube and nozzle.
"Oh, please, don't do this to me! Oh, you're hurting me so much!" More tears shot from the girl's eyes as she looked at the three women staring at her.
"You're a lucky girl," Leona said, rubbing her fingers thoughtfully over her chin. "It's going to feel wonderful after a while, although you don't believe me now. Imagine, having something that big and hard in you, fucking you, and never getting soft. Why, Kitty, it's a woman's dream."
"No it isn't!" the girl cried back, shaking the tears from her eyes. If only she had her hands free! She could try shoving herself off that awful thing. But the ropes still held.
While the others were busying themselves with the small pump behind her Kitty slowly began to understand what Mrs. Fredricks had been talking about. For a while she had little of the fun Leona had mentioned. But then, in a bit, she did manage to stand flat-footed. The girl felt her cuntal muscles convulse, tightening around the silver thing. She shook in horror, fearing she might have an orgasm right there in front of the women.
"There, now, I think we've got it all ironed out. Let's begin," Leona said, pushing her silken black hair from her face.
Kitty stiffened, standing on her toes again. Thoughts of climax were pushed from her mind as she saw Evelyn start turning the dial of the generator. As before, a current began to flood into her cunt. However, this was far more concentrated. There were no small pincers placed all over her body. This was like having a transformer shoved up into her twat! Kitty squirmed on the thing, bouncing up and down, feeling her toes hurt as she pushed up a little higher. How her thighs rippled at the touch of the electricity. And she was cumming! As hard as she tried, the girl knew she couldn't keep her clit from the spasms racing through it. That damned current was doing things to her, sending her over the edge again and again. Thank goodness her climax was small, tiny enough to keep her from rutting shamelessly in front of them. She threw back her head, opening her mouth and letting out a series of small grunts.
Her nipples began to stiffen, turning a dark red while a flush radiated through her belly. Kitty began fucking herself, rubbing that thing in and out of her cunthole, feeling her clit tingle and twitch and throb while the current scorched through her veins. "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
"Now, the enema!" Leona called.
There was another sound, this one higher pitched than the generator's. They were switching on the pump. Kitty could feel the Lucite tube moving in her ass. Then there was that cold sensation of ice water spraying into her bowels. Kitty lurched forward, nearly upending herself off the fucking dildo pole. She could feel her bowels distending, cramping.
"Ice water, in case you haven't been able to feel the temperature difference," Leona explained, her eyes narrowing as she began studying the frantic girl. "You've got a hot cunt. I thought it only proper I should cool you off somewhere, dear."
"Ohhhhhhh!"
It was awful! How her pussy burned, while her asshole froze from the ice water. She could feel her belly bloating up as if it were a balloon filling with air. Kitty bent forward a little, trying to relax her asshole muscles. She would surely burst open if she didn't get rid of the water blowing up her bowels.
Evelyn moved back to the generator, glanced up at Leona, then nodded in approval. She turned the dial up another notch. It was like someone had set off firecrackers in her cunt! Kitty lurched forward, her arms tightening around the baton still wedged between her elbows and back.
"Yaghghhghghhh!"
Her toes flattened, her body slamming down onto the dildo. Kitty didn't care anymore. That water was starting to spray out of her asshole around the embedded nozzle, trickling down her legs. Kitty reddened again. It was as if she had the runs and was shitting all over herself. To take her mind off that horror, she began bouncing up and down on the dildo, no longer fearing the shame she should be feeling. She was fucking herself, standing on her toes, flattening her feet, then standing on her toes again. Faster and faster she moved, her tits bobbing with the rapid up-and-down movements.
The room seemed to fade away. Even the cold water up her asshole added to the delightful twitching sensation she was having in her pussy now. Kitty rocked back and forth, actually moving the platform from the wild movements of her body. She loved it, loved the hot fucking sensation of that silver thing fucking deep into her cunt. She could feel all her organs moving to one side each time that spear shot up into her body. And the increased hot itchy current was making those tiny orgasms much more potent. She could feel them sapping her strength, making her twist and turn her body on that thing like an impaled butterfly.
"She's certainly not complaining about being fucked that way now," Evelyn observed, switching the dial up another setting.
"No. I didn't think she would."
Leona was rubbing herself, twisting her fingers around her clit while watching Kitty jerk and bounce up and down against the dildo. The girl was rutting out of her mind, going mad on the dildo while her ass bloated on the water. She was insane with lust, incapable of reason at this point.
"Another notch. This should bring her off," Leona instructed.
Evelyn nodded, twisting the dial to the right. Kitty let out a howl, her body stiffening. She felt her cuntal muscles tighten around that dildo, harden so much she thought she might actually break it off from the stand with her pussy. Her asshole sucked in more of the Lucite hose while the icy water still shot up her shitter. The climax hitting her now was knocking her about. Gasping, crying out, Kitty felt the world crashing down into her cunt. She couldn't keep herself still as she came and came and came!
"Enough of that," Leona said, pointing at the generator.
Kitty felt as if someone had suddenly kicked the floor out from under her. The hot, sucking current had suddenly disappeared. She felt another gut-wrenching spasm tear through her cunt. And then there was nothing. The echoes of her cum vibrated through her pussy, making the girl still bounce up and down against the dildo as if she were a puppet. More water blew from her asshole, wetting down the backs of her legs. With another howl she slumped forward, fainting dead away. Only Evelyn's quick move kept her from really hurting herself.
The girl fell into a kind of light sleep, half hearing what was going on around her, not really caring what they did to her. She felt them lifting her from the dildo and laying her on the floor. The ice water had stopped.
Kitty's head lolled. Slowly the girl felt herself coming out of the faint. She caught glimpses of overhead lights, the same ones that were strung on the rounded ceiling near the cell where she and Kim had been thrown. Kim-what was happening to her now? Mrs. Fredricks said something about Burt taking care of the girl. She could just imagine what kind of care he was giving Kim.
Kitty felt she was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket. It scratched her flesh. She had no idea of where in the building she was, or even if she were in the same building. How long had she been passed out? Oh, those evil women! It had to be Leona's idea. The cold water up her ass, the dildo fucking her into unconsciousness. The cruelty of it all. The girl felt as if she had been beaten. She was being carried.
One of the women shifted her grip on Kitty's body and opened a door. Someone kicked at it, then moved around and carried the limp teen into a corridor. Kitty remained as loose and supple as she could. She didn't want them to realize that she had come to. Then they were putting her down. Someone was holding her up, sliding one hand down until it was cupping her cunt mound and kneading. She could well imagine that Evelyn was copping a feel. Kitty heard the door open again and someone came in.
Kitty slumped forward, catching herself quickly.
"Take her inside. Lydia's bringing in the other girl-Kim's her name, I think. She fainted for a while. But she'll be okay, Burt."
Murderer, Kitty wanted to scream. But instead she kept very quiet. Someone was finally untying her hands, taking that awful baton out from between her arms. She continued to play unconscious.
"Hang her up over there," Evelyn told Burt.
Kitty felt the tops of her toes being dragged over the uneven cracked concrete floor, someone holding her arms up. There were more straps, although these, thank God, had a kind of soft lining on the inside. Burt was careful not to strap them around the already chafed areas. There was no pole separating her arms as in the last session. There were only two chains, both hooked to the ceiling, the bonds keeping her arms overhead but together.
"Knock when Lydia brings in Kim," Burt said, in a dismissing tone.
Kitty opened her eyes a little, looking about.
She saw another room, this one much smaller than the ones she'd been in earlier. There was little here-a chair, some boxes, a cabinet now shut. Kitty tried to think of something else other than the horror she was enduring. She felt a ravenous hunger start to gnaw at her belly. If only she could have some food, some water! Only now did she realize it had been many long hours since she had had something to eat.
Kitty heard heavy breathing over her. She pressed her eyelids down again. Maybe, if she kept this unconscious routine up for a while, Burt would grow bored and send her back to her cell. God only knew he probably had many other victims to choose from. His private harem, and all paid for by the citizens of this state.
He pinched her ass hard, tweaking her flesh until it turned purple between his fingers. She was unable to suppress a little cry.
"Thought you might be pretending. Nobody stays out that long unless they've had surgery."
"Uhhhhhhh!" She felt his fingers pulling at her waist, at her thighs.
"It's just like it was the first time, you know, Kitty? Sometimes the mind plays tricks. You think somebody's better than they actually were.
Then you see them again and you wonder why you felt the way you did. But you," he said, swallowing hard, "you're something else. Yeah, real nice, nice and ready for me. A real sex-fuck machine!"
"Oh, no, no, I don't know why I'm doing this. You're making me like this. Oh God, God, just let me go back to my cell."
It was odd, but the girl had already become used to being strung up this way. She had become used to their abuses. Her body now sported whip stripes and welts inflicted by both Burt and the other guards. She had been watered down, beaten, strung up, electrified and fucked time and time again. It was no wonder this hanging was just a minor one in another of the long line of abuses she had had to endure.
"I'm not gonna let you go ... not just yet. I've been fuckin' around with the other girl. But I didn't cum. She couldn't take it. Not like you," Burt said, wiping his thick sensuous lips with the back of one furry hand. "You're something different. The more I throw at you, the more you want."
"No, no, that's not true!"
He laughed, making Kitty cringe not only at his words but at the awful reaction she was having. He slapped her ass hard, his fingers burning into her flesh like heated branding irons. The girl felt her asscheeks jiggle. Then Burt crossed her vision. He looked more handsome than ever. Maybe it was the flush on his face, that glow of sexual arousal that increased his handsomeness. "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
"And I'm gonna give it to you all the way now, baby. No holding back."
With that, he sent his fist shooting into the girl's soft belly. Kitty screamed, doubling up, her knees jerking up to the bases of her jiggling tits. Her upper am muscles knotted from the tension while her legs kicked.
No one had ever done anything like that to her! Hitting a woman, and that hard! Kitty coughed, turning her head, trying to get a breath of air. The blow had gone past the flaccid muscles of her belly, bruising into her intestines. Kitty still gagged, the sharp pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. She opened her eyes widely now, staring with disbelief at her tormentor.
"I see you're awake now," Burt said with a sneer.
"Ohhhhhh, God, don't ... don't hurt me like that again, please!"
Kitty's words faded into sobs. That was the worst blow she had suffered thus far at the prison. She twisted her fingers around the chains, pulling herself up as she tried to protect herself from another blow. She stared at Burt, her mouth wide, gasping for more air. She grunted, panic showing like a mask on her face.
Burt smiled, pushing his fingers through his curly black hair. He removed his shirt and cap, standing in front of her now wearing only his trousers. Dropping her eyes Kitty saw that long thick cock tenting up the front of his pants. He was going to fuck her with that thing, but he was going to have his fun first.
"That little slut couldn't take anything. Too many wimps around here," Burt said, circling the terrified girl. "But you ... yeah, you're different material. You're scared shitless, but you still dig what happens to you."
"Lies! All lies!" Kitty cried, unable to endure hearing him any longer. "You're all making me feel like this. You're all sick-all sick, and you're going to make me the same way!"
Kitty screamed the words out, shaking her head. The cuffs were cutting into her wrists. All her weight was suspended there. She kept on hurling abusive words at Burt as he stood there, his smile slowly fading. When she screamed at him again he cocked his right arm back, bringing his open hand smartly across her cheek. The force of the blow snapped her head to the side, rattling her teeth.
For a moment, Kitty thought she could feel one of her fillings popping free from its anchorage. She licked her dry lips, tears springing because of the blow. She shook her head, ignoring the pain smarting hotly on her cheek.
"You ... you bastard! You think you can get away with all this. But you won't. You can't. Someone'll tell. Someone is going to blow the whistle on you, and, when they do, I'll be laughing."
Burt muttered something under his breath, going to the cabinet and tearing open the metal doors. He brought out a black leather riding crop. Instantly the girl knew what he was going to do. She didn't care. She had finally found the courage to tell somebody off and she was going to spit out her bile no matter what.
"You're sick! All of you! You enjoy doing these horrible things to people and that's a sickness!"
Burt's face grew dark as he cocked his arm no back again, bringing the end of the crop across the girl's right nipple.
Kitty's diatribe stopped abruptly with that hot, slicing pain. She swung wildly on the chains, her legs kicking out again. m
CHAPTER EIGHT
Another blow, this one just above her navel. And then Burt brought the leather once more down against her nipple. She screamed, an involuntary spasm drawing her legs up toward her belly. The pain went on and on. It felt like a raw gash with salty, stinging piss splashed into it. She ground her teeth, hating Burt bitterly. She wanted him to come close enough for her foot to lash into his balls. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, slowly regaining control of her mind.
"You enjoy that? I see it's calmed you down a little. I don't like hearing a broad go on like that all the time. Better hearing you moan. I like that sound. It goes with you, baby."
"No, no, no!"
"That's good too. You keep saying 'no,' but you dig it, dig it a lot."
He rubbed his free hand over his trousers, smoothing his fingers over his prick. Kitty saw a dark stain appearing. He could fuck her now, fuck her and get off in an instant. But he was going to drag this out, pound her into a willing mass before he fucked her. She set her lips in a thin grim line of determination, staring at him right in the face.
"I hate you," she muttered, her eyes glittering with anger.
"I know that, baby. You hate us all," he said, smacking the crop lightly against one tit. He hefted it up against her chin. "But that's the breaks. Somebody's in control, somebody's under it. The world keeps on goin' like that, and you're gonna have to live with it."
"No, no, that's not true! There are some good, kind, decent people...."
Burt laughed, cutting off her remarks cruelly.
He shook his head, caressing her tit with the black leather crop. Decent people elsewhere perhaps, but not here. Here, only hell reigned. Kitty sagged with despair in her handcuffs. She could feel her toes barely touching the floor now, her arms having stretched from the pulling weight of her body.
"Bitch. Bitch pig. You dig fuckin', can't wait to have something good and hard up your fuckin' cunt, and then you talk about decent people?"
Burt laughed again, this time his laughter ringing off the walls like a cannon shot. He slashed the end of the crop across her face. He lashed out again, nearly peeling off a strip of flesh from her right tit. Kitty let out another scream, writhing in pain from the cutting blow. She felt perspiration trickling down her belly, gathering in her navel. It was getting hard to draw in air to fill her lungs. Terror was literally choking her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Gettin' hot again, baby? Feelin' your cunt growin' real warm?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh...."
Burt looked at her, still rubbing his prick, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body in front of him made Burt all that much more excited. Kitty felt something like incredible lust and incredible hate.
"Gonna fuck you till your eyes pop out. But you're gonna pay for that right, baby. Everybody's gotta pay for what they like."
"Oh, you bastard! You bastard!"
He was making her act like that, drawing those horrid words from her each time he hit her. Each time he struck her with that awful riding crop, he brought more hot tears to her eyes.
He hit her again, this time the end striking the rounded bottom of her left tit. It was as if he had touched her with burning coals. She moved her right foot experimentally. If he came just a little closer she could kick his balls. She would make him pay no matter what the consequences would be for her later. She would make him pay for all the blows, all the humiliation, all the pain she and the others had had to suffer. And then she would get her revenge on the horrid Leona.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Burt reached out with his free hand, leaving his cock for the moment and grabbing at her cunt. He dug his fingers in, twisting them around her curly blonde pussyhairs.
Kitty let out a yelp, her legs shooting apart. He was shoving his face up to hers, panting against her chin, watching and leering at her while he dug at her soft, vulnerable, warm pussy. She could feel his nails cutting into her cuntal mound like tiny razor blades. And, all the time, he was pulling at her pussyhairs, tearing them out by the roots. She could hear the sounds, could feel the painful sensations of the hairs being yanked out! She screamed, her mind exploding into agony.
"Come on, baby, come on, enjoy it. You dig havin' this happening to you, don'tcha?"
"No! No!"
Kitty fought for some control of her reeling mind. The pulling, tearing sensations blasted through her like a heated blade. Kitty brought her right knee up, searching for the opening that would let her blow that bastard's balls apart.
"Uh!" Burt grunted.
He struck her again across the face with the crop, the leather leaving long red marks on both cheeks and her forehead.
"Bitch! Cunt! Goddamned slut! You try to tell me you don't dig havin' this go on. But you're sure hot and wet down there-so fuckin' in wet I can't get a good grip."
He stepped back a little, lashing the crop across her face, her lips, the tops of her tits. The stinging leather made the young teen jiggle and bounce against the chains. She could hear them rattling madly overhead, the sounds mixing with her high-pitched shrieks and the smacking sound of the leather slicing against her flesh. It was wonderfully awful, a strange combination of horror, pain and some weird pleasure.
Kitty cried out again, dragging herself up on the chains. The edges of the cuffs sliced skin from her wrists as more and more sweat slicked down her body. Kitty could feel her hands going numb as her nerves parted. She screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having heard. The shrill power of her cries bounced off the concrete walls. This was the worst ever! He kept hitting her, bringing the leather down again and again against her flesh. She turned around, kicking in every direction, trying to move her cunt and tits away from the savage in front of her.
"Ain't nowhere you can go," Burt said, stopping for a second and wiping the sweat from his eyes. "You can turn around, baby, but you're gonna come right back here."
To illustrate that point, Burt reached out, grabbing her by the hips and tugging to the left. With a groan, Kitty felt her body moving around. In a moment she found herself facing him again.
"Noooo!"
Burt lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt now with his free hand. He tugged at her so hard that he pulled her body forward, making her swing from the chain. Burt was growling something unintelligible, his words lost in the rage of his lust. Kitty felt him hunching against her thighs.
She bit at his hand, grinding at the crop. A kind of nausea rose up in the teen. The pain in her cunt and his vicious struggles aroused her more and more. Kitty couldn't tell what was worse-the gruesome excitement she was starting to feel or her own flashes of sexual heat under the pain of her tortured cuntflesh.
"Yeah, yeah, good fuckin' good everything about you, baby. Leona told me how you screwed yourself onto that dildo. Man, they couldn't shoot enough current into you. I told 'em how to give it to you, how you kept dancin' around when I was shootin' it to you. They were surprised. You're a whole bundle of surprises, bitch!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Slowly the battle changed. Burt still whipped the crop at her tits and belly, but his grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Kitty moved her hips in response, still looking for the opening that would let her mash his balls into a wrenched mass of nothing. But she found her movements had slowed somewhat as well.
"Uhhhh, no, no, oh you bastard, I don't know ... I don't know what's happening to me!"
Kitty felt fuck fluid running like a river of lava in her pussy. She heard Burt's growling curses change into something like a purr. His words lost their vile power. His whip hand eased from the murderous lashing, moving from the girl's tits to her belly. He pushed his face against her tits, biting the nipples, grinding his teeth into the soft, spongy peaks until the girl let out a howl of raging agony.
He sucked at them hard, then bit down once more, watching as Kitty twisted and writhed under his nibbling. If only she could end this all. She found the bulge of his cock with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the balls, she only managed to slither her leg up the side of his prick. She hated herself. She was exciting him. There she hung from her cuffs, feeling the battling tension that had been there in her mind earlier fade. She let him suck her nipples, touch her all over, arouse her with his hateful beating and sucking.
"Yeah...." he groaned.
Burt pulled back, his black eyes half closed. A line of spit trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together he stared at the girl, then began unbuckling his military belt.
"Remember this, baby?"
Kitty watched, aroused as the guard opened his trousers and shoved them down. Raising one foot after the other he slipped off the black boots, then stepped from his pants. He was stark naked now, that cock standing stiff and rigid from his hairy groin.
Kitty closed her legs, dangling just in front of him. The twisting motion of her body made her sway away from him for a moment. Her toes no longer touched the floor when she crossed her thighs. Kitty felt her nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points. Her big tits were flattened somewhat by the high extension of her manacled arms. Her cleavage had almost disappeared.
"Man, that's the way I like to fuck-you tied up that way, lookin' at me that way!"
Kitty felt her joints starting to hurt and throb. The strain on her wrists and shoulders worsened as she tried to fold one leg over the other, hiding the pulsing heat from the guard.
Burt picked up his crop again, winding the thong carefully around his wrist. He stepped carefully toward her, keeping his body to the side.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Kitty's spirits sank even further. He was going to beat her again. There would be no fucking yet, no end to this horror show. He was prodding at her left tit with the end of the crop, hefting it. She felt the leather and metal tip pressing into her tit, just under the nipple. He rolled the crop around, causing a shiver of sensation fluttering from her nipple to her spine.
Kitty pressed her toes against the floor. Her tits filled out fractionally as the strain on her arms eased. This, she felt, was going to be a long night.
"Uhhhh, no, please, don't do it!"
"Do what? Fuck you?" Burt smiled, knowing full well she meant that. He crossed over to her, his cock growing longer, standing straighter from his groin.
"Yes," she said shamefacedly.
"Your mother had you locked up for incorrigible behavior, for having hot pants. I can see she did the right thing-at least from her viewpoint. But, man, she sure did the wrong thing in reality. We're gonna make that stewpot of a cunt of yours boil over."
With a quick, savage movement, Burt slashed the crop across both nipples. Kitty squealed sharply, her head snapping back. Then she set her jaw, staring down at him, wanting to spit in his eye and, at the same time, wrap her legs around him.
"Fuckin' bitch. Want more? You're gonna get more, baby."
Her tits bounced after the impact, each vibration sending more and more pain and heat into her brain. The girl felt the flat muscles of her belly quiver with horror.
Burt was smiling grimly at her, rubbing the crop over his cock and balls, then touching her cunt. It was as if he were fucking her long distance. Then he slashed a broad X across her lower belly.
"Aghghghhghghghhh!"
Kitty thought he had branded her again. She grunted, jerking her legs up. The vulnerable muscles under her navel contracted in a spasm of pain, curling her back until her asscheeks were opening. Something popped in her shoulder as her body bounced madly against the chains. "Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Burt moved quickly, striking just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop. Kitty's ankle jerked up. Burt grabbed it, pulling her away from the center position, then flinging her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Kitty swung forward, the awful weight at the end of the arc tearing at her shoulders. She swung like a pendulum, meeting more of his blows against her back and legs. She felt her feet out behind her now. Burt was lashing the leather over and over against her soles, sending shocks of incredible pain up her legs to her spine.
Kitty wept, kicking out, trying to avoid the whistling crop. Her long hair dangled clear to her ass as she wailed, her head snapped back, her mouth opened.
"Oh, stop, stop, stop this!" she wailed, her voice cracking from fear.
But Burt was in no mood to stop. The arch of her foot was his target now. He slowed his strokes, timing them to strike just when Kitty didn't expect them. The sensitive skin of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Kitty thought the whip had crushed some of her bones. She whipped her head around, screaming and pleading for the guard to stop this insane beating. But, again, the more she begged, the more severe the blows became.
"Slut, fuckin' slut pig!"
Kitty ground her teeth together, fighting down the screams. She had to stay quiet. If only she could stay quiet he would stop this. She finally managed to get her toes back down to the floor. Burt was prepared for that. He beat at the backs of her knees, striking her ass while laughing at her. She could feel the leather slicing into her full asscheeks, leaving dark red marks where the others were starting to fade. She could hear Burt's breath whistling, almost masking the laughter punctuating his slashing strokes.
"Uhhhhhhhhh...."
Kitty felt her ass catch fire after a few more strokes. She thought she could feel the skin splitting. Her asscheeks were heated with each leather-struck blow, reddening to a bright scarlet. The blazing pain of her plump ass radiated to her cunt, making the clit tingle and twitch hotly. She could feel fuck juice running from her cunt to her thighs, mixing with perspiration. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her.
Kitty cried out for him to stop, fearing he would cut through the flesh and cause severe damage. But Burt kept on laughing at her cries.
The big guaf d concentrated on beating her ass, driving the crop into the sensitive inner curves of her asscheeks, then tearing the leather into her stretched asshole. Kitty clenched her cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her shitter. The big guard beat farther up, hitting her shoulders, then smacking the crop hard against her spine.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. She thought of stories of how people had been flayed alive and wondered if that was what Burt was trying to do to her.
"Cunt! You're gonna pay for my cock!"
"Cock! Cock! Oh give me that cock!" Kitty found herself screaming.
She felt him pulling at her again, swinging her forward as if ignoring her plea completely. With one slashing overhead stroke, Burt ripped the end of the crop down the girl's asscrack, pulling at her asshole with the leather. For a moment, Kitty thought he had ripped out her shitter!
"Eaghghhghghghhhhh!" the teen screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls like an air-raid siren. The incredible pain of the assault on her asshole blasted up her spine to her brain. She jerked and writhed convulsively, the top of her cunt bruising against Burt's hands.
"That's it, baby, that's the way. I like havin' you act like that."
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
He hit her ass again, this time making sure the crop touched her cunt as well. The resulting sparks made the girl's eyes bulge out. The instant clenching of her cuntmuscles around nothing dragged a cry of despair and lust from the teen.
"That's it, that's it."
Moving around Burt screwed the end of the crop into her pussy suddenly. Kitty went into spasms of pre-climax, feeling her pussy cinching down on that thing and start milking it. Burt could feel the movements of her cunt on his riding crop and smiled. He twisted it a bit, screwing it into her and watching as her cheeks puffed out and reddened. The girl began fucking back as best she could, her thighs ridging with arousal. Back and forth she moved her body, fucking her pussy onto that horrid thing and feeling nothing but pleasure from it.
"Uhhhh ... ahhhhhhh!"
Nothing could feel better than having her cunt fucked like that, she thought. He was fucking her, fucking her with that thing, getting ready to fuck his prick into her. Kitty nearly laughed with hysteria as she thought about how it would finally feel.
And then the feeling was gone. He had yanked the crop from her pussy with incredible speed. Kitty felt the whole mass of her pussy knotting up with tension as he dragged a box behind her.
"We ain't gonna do it the easy way. You're gonna have to stick it out this way, baby. I changed my mind."
What was he talking about? She could hear him puffing behind her. She waited, wondering what else he had in store for her. She thought of hanging helpless while he shoved that cock into her cunt and more fuck juice seeped out. But now he was behind her. What new horror had he in store for her now?
CHAPTER NINE
He reached around, still holding the riding crop in one hand. He moved it to her pussy, slipping it into her cunt gently. Kitty thought she would go out of her mind. He was touching her clit with his fingers, stroking the tiny organ while filling her pussy with that leather crop. She felt her cuntal muscles snugging around that thing, milking it, clenching it as if it were Burt's prick. At one point the cinching became so painful Kitty let out a sharp cry. Burt chuckled behind her, licking the back of her neck.
"Yeah, real good and hot. This is gonna make you even hotter!"
Burt stuck the dildo-like crop as far as it would go at this point, twisting it around and rubbing the leather against her clit. Kitty let out another sobbing cry. Then she felt him move his hands around to her hipbones, grabbing those as if he were about to ride her. His prick. Oh yes, she could feel that hot, thick, long thing rubbing up against her ass. He was dry-fucking her, sliding his cock up and down in her ass crack. Suddenly all the skin-splitting pain of the beating evaporated. She concentrated on the hot rubbing sensation and felt her cuntal muscles tweaking and clamping down on that crop. It was as if she were feeling two pricks, two cocks wanting to fuck her. The young teen backed up, almost not sensing the pulling weight of her body against her arms.
The dry fucking ended. Burt was serious. He bent his knees, getting a better fucking angle. Then, holding her asscheeks wide apart, he shoved down and in. She felt the fat cockhead splitting her ass in two, tearing into her violated, injured shithole. She shouted, feeling her body respond with agony. It was worse, far worse than having that awful nozzle shoved up her ass. She bent over, her body halving as Burt ke fucking his prick into her asshole.
"Yaghghghghghghgh!"
It was worse than the crop, worse than the electricity! Kitty let out another scream, feeling the whole tight ring of her asshole being driven up into her guts. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. The fat crop was fucking deeper into her cunthole just as his prick fucked into her bowels. Fucked at both ends! Fucked by this man and his weapon! It was almost too much for her to comprehend. Kitty shoved instinctively, as if she were taking a shit.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
But Burt was forceful, fucking his cock all the way into her. She yelped, feeling as if he were driving a baseball bat up her ass. Before she could even think to loosen up her shitter muscles he was pushing more and more of his greasy cockmeat into her. The muscles around her asshole felt as if they would tear from the fucking.
"No, no more! No more!"
She was panting, the hair hanging over her face, curtaining her flushed cheeks. She wanted to feel that hard cock in her cunt, not her ass. And he was fucking all the way in. She could feel his heavy-haired belly against her back as he pushed in a little more. Kitty squirmed, moving her ass back.
"That's it, baby. Knew you'd be into it. Move it around, move that ass around for me!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Maybe if she could somehow show him how hot she was he would relent and fuck her in the cunt. He would prefer having his prick up there, wouldn't he? Most men would. And, besides, it would be far less painful than what was happening now. His cock was splitting her wide open as if his prick were a shovel screwing down into her guts. The pain radiated to the outer curves of her asscheeks, spreading to her belly and finally to her lower back.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Burt moved his hands up, pinching her nipples now while fucking her ass. He was giving long hunches to his prick now, filling her up, then pulling back until only his prickhead remained in her gut. Kitty hoped he had tired of this ass-fucking and would fuck a hoi? she wanted filled. But then he fucked back in, pinching her nipples, biting her neck at the same time.
Burt moved one hand back down to the crop, sliding it back and forth in time to his assfucking moves. The sliding of that thing combined with the fucking of his prick in her asshole, the combination sending shivery thrills through her body.
A steady, stinging heat was growing deep inside her. Kitty twisted about, her legs kicking out, then rubbing together. It was insane, it was wonderful! She felt the constant stretching agony of Burt's prick fucking into her ass. And, at the same time, there was the wonder of that crop fucking in and out of her cunthole. She felt her pussy walls quaking, caving in, crashing in and buckling around that fucking whip while Burt shouted that he was about to cum.
"Baby, take it, take my fuckin' jizz!"
He bit down on her shoulder, squeezing her nipples so hard the young teen shrieked. It was both a cry of pain, and a cry of lust as she felt her pussy explode into an earth-shaking cum.
"Eaghghghghhghhhhhhh!"
Kitty convulsed, her body jerking back and forth while she let out a torrent of grunts and screams. The jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming in her ass. Her mind exploded again and again, her violated body smacking against Burt's as she came and came and came. Even when the stud had finished his fucking, the young teen continued to climax. The smashing rhythm of her orgasm nearly knocked her out, her overloaded brain shattering. When Burt tried pulling out, Kitty found herself tensing her asshole muscles, trying to keep that thing in. Oh, oh, what a whore she had become. "Uhhhhhhhhh...."
Finally the blonde slumped in her chains. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt, dislodging the long crop. Kitty groaned, feeling Burt slowly pull his prick from her shitter. She felt her muscles convulsing.
A small spasm rushed through her arms and legs as his prickhead popped free of her shitter. The teen could feel jizz running down the backs of her legs. She was defeated. They had violated her completely, driven her half mad with lust and made her pay for her pleasure dearly. Now she looked at her tormentor, hoping Burt would finally let her go.
"Man, you sure cleaned out my balls with that tight ass of yours," he said, scratching his nuts and grinning sheepishly at Kitty.
The girl felt as if he had dragged her through the mud. Now that the heat of passion had left her for the moment, Kitty could see just what a vile bitch she had been. She had thrown away all her training, all her morals-and for what? To be trussed up to the ceiling? Mortified this way, raped this way? She could feel the burning sting now of all the stripes streaking her white flesh.
"Now we're gonna take you so you can see your girlfriend get some action. That always turns broads on-watchin' another one get it on.
Kitty was too weak to protest. Burt slipped on his trousers and boots, then unfastened the wrist cuffs. The girl made no effort to free herself. Instead she found herself slipping into Burt's arms, wishing he would pull her away from here and move her to her cell. She felt oddly safe with him, pleased she could feel his warm chest rising and falling against her cheek. Kitty knew Burt liked her in his own strange way, and that made her happy if somewhat confused.
Two forces pulled either way in her mind as he dragged her from the room. One side of her wanted more of this, more of the fucking and beating. The other side recoiled in horror at what had happened and made her want to kill everyone who had forced her into this, including Burt.
Kitty was dragged through the corridors of the basement. Above her, she could hear something that sounded like bells, dismissal bells, just like they had in high school. The girls above her were going to classes or shops, carrying on their everyday activities while she was suffering the torments of the damned! It seemed too strange to think of-normal life above her and this madness right here!
"In here," Burt said abruptly.
She hadn't really paid much attention to what was happening. Another room, more devices. This time Kitty noticed a small bench of about three feet in length. There were two straps on one leg and a third, larger strap hanging loose at the middle of the bench. To either side of the bench were two chains ending in cuffs that hung about five feet from the floor. Burt tugged her over to the stool and made her he down so her shoulders hung over the edge.
The rough splintery surface hurt her buttocks and back terribly. She was about to complain when he shoved her head back, standing up and catching her left leg by the ankle in both hands.
Holding her naked sole against his chest, the big man took the ankle cuff to the right and fastened it around her leg. He did the same to the other, spreading her thighs widely and keeping her legs prisoner.
Kitty cried out, feeling her wet cunt peeling open. She was sliding downward, her ass rubbing painfully against the hard wood. Burt caught her, shoving her back until her shoulders were once more draped over the back edge of the bench. Positioning her like this, the big guard forced both arms down, strapping them to the legs of the bench tightly. Burt draped the large middle strap around her upper belly, cinching it so tightly the girl could hardly take a breath!
Her head hung over the edge, her long blonde hair sweeping over the dirty floor. Her shoulders were pulled tightly back and drooped over the back end of the bench while her asscheeks jiggled nervously over the other end. And, all the while, her legs were chained to either narrow wall, her thighs splayed wide open and displaying her cunt to the guard.
"Man, that's hot, real hot! Can fuck you right now in that position."
In spite of the hard cum she had experienced, there was still something inside her that was unsatisfied. Burt had fucked her in the ass, dumped his load there. But she wanted to feel his cock fucking through her pussy, rubbing up against her clit. She watched as the guard paused, looking down at her.
When Burt shrugged his shoulders and began unfastening his belt, Kitty had no doubts. She had seen something pushing up against the front of his trousers and knew exactly what it was. Freeing his prick, he worked his fingers up and down its thickness.
"Man, this is somethin' else...."
Cupping her asscheeks, he rolled her back a little, wedging himself between her spread thighs. Kitty growled, unable to move to touch him as she wanted to. Her shoulders writhed against the hard bench while her legs jerked, the thighs ridging with tight-muscled excitement. Fucking her fast, Burt shoved his prick all the way in, reaching down and cupping his hands around her tits.
Kitty loved it-the cuffs around her ankles, the chains rattling above her, the pain of her ass rubbing back and forth against the bench as he fucked her again and again. Oh, to have his prick there, his cock fucking into her!
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, Burt, you certainly have managed to take care of our charge, haven't you?" a voice asked.
It was Leona, standing there now in the room with two guards behind her. Kim was between them, her long black hair curtaining her face. The girl was unsteady, hardly paying attention to what was happening around her. Still strapped to the bench in that hideously awkward position, Kitty could see stripes on the teen's body, matching her own. She could well imagine what the young girl had been through.
"Nothing much, Leona. Just doing part of my job."
The matron smiled, turning to Kim and chucking her under the chin.
"You see, dear? Your friend over there's been having a wonderful time. I can't see why you don't do the same."
Kim turned and saw Kitty lying there, cum dribbling from her pussy. She started to speak, then halted, her eyes glazing over.
"Well, we'll make certain these girls remember this day. Perhaps more severe measure will be taken with both, especially this one," Leona Fredricks said.
Leona nodded. There was movement about the room. Kitty watched as Evelyn produced a cone of wood. It had a broad base tapering to a rounded point. This, she placed carefully about three feet from Kitty. Leona pushed Kim forward between the shoulders. Above, Kitty saw a pulley device. Hanging. Evelyn lowered the rope. Leona drew Kim's arms up and fastened one wrist to an opened wrist cuff. The other, Leona let free, signaling with a nod for someone to pull the rope. Lydia obliged, tugging the rope until Kim slowly rose in the air. It was then when the girl came alive, crying out and staring wide-eyed down at her friend.
"Don't let them do this to me! Oh please!" Kim cried.
Leona laughed, her full red-tipped tits jiggling while she ordered the rope to be halted. Kim hung there, dangling by one arm, the other hanging down her siuc as if it were broken. Her cries rang through the room as Leona moved forward, grabbing Kim's right ankle and pulling it up, attaching it to her left arm. Grotesquely tied, the girl spun slowly around and around.
"You can ease the pain by putting one foot on the cone. Of course, that will hurt a bit and you'll find yourself swinging free once more," Leona said.
Kim sobbed, looked down, then struggled to twist about so she could bring her foot against the rounded top. Kitty saw indeed Kim could relax the pulling weight on her one roped arm. But the rounded top of the cone was so small it might have been a peak. Grunting with pain, Kim kicked free, crying out even louder as the full weight of her bound body pulled on her shoulder.
"Ughghghhhhh!"
"So much for her problem at the moment. But now we have yours, dear," Leona said.
Kitty shivered. Were they going to push her through more? Was it humanly possible to withstand more of this madness without going insane?
"Oh no, no, don't!"
"Burt, you've been so handy at this. Why don't you bring in the bowl-with all the rest of the articles? I think we can safely be assured Kitty will find the next part interesting," Leona said, her eyes narrowing.
"What are you going to do to me?" Kitty watched with fear-rounded eyes as Burt left the room.
Young Kitty had never felt so helpless as now. They were all standing over her like surgeons. She was roped to the bench, her legs still chained. She hated being down like this, on her back, unable to do a thing. She fought with herself, tugging at the bonds fastening her wrists to the bench. Nothing helped. She was caught, trapped in this obscene position while Burt was out getting yet another instrument of torture.
"Oh, no!" Kitty cried when Burt returned.
Branding irons! Burt had the irons and let them fall to the floor with a loud clatter. Under his arm was a bag of charcoal and what appeared to be a large black bowl.
"Start the fire with the coals. We're going to make certain the girls carry this institution with them all their lives-of course in a place where no one but their most intimate friends can see," Leona Fredricks said.
Kitty squirmed madly, feeling perspiration breaking out all over her body. She heard the clattering of the coals as they spilled into the bowl. She watched as they put the bowl high on a stand, pouring the lighter fluid all over the coals, then lighting the black lumps. Flames licked into the air, finally settling down. A harsh, pungent aroma filled the room. Kitty sniffed the air. She could smell the burning fluid, then the duller aroma of the coal igniting.
Kitty laughed hysterically, finding herself losing her mind. It was so good to let go, to feel she was only serving the best of purposes by kicking free of reality and joining the insane world of Leona and Burt. She rolled her eyes up and saw Kim's horrified face. She didn't care about Kim any more. She didn't care about anyone anymore except herself and that gang of perverts who were driving her out of her mind.
Gooseflesh rose as Kitty heard the iron in the bowl crackling and hissing. Sparks danced as Burt stirred the coals around, swelling to the ceiling.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You're all crazy, and I'm as crazy as you are! I hope we all die together in this! Oh, oh, oh, what's going to happen to me?" Kitty cried.
Leona paced while she waited for the iron to heat, occasionally glancing down at Kitty and smiling as the girl ranted. Burt joined her, glancing down at the bowl, licking his lips as he turned the iron around. The other two guards stood nearby, obviously excited but not daring to make a move until instructed by Leona. This, it appeared, would be her own pleasure, and only Burt would share in it.
"Check it now," Leona instructed.
Burt moved toward the bowl, hefting the iron up, holding it by the wooden handle, examining the tip, which ended in a disc. "Yes, ready."
The words hissed from his mouth. Kitty jerked her head around, her forehead wrinkling with horror. Sweat rolled down her cheeks, burning into her eyes and nose. She could see the tip of the iron was dark red. The shaft closest to the disc was white. The rest of the length appeared to be a dull gray.
"No, no!" she cried, trying to draw herself into a ball. Of course, the restraints on her wrists, belly and ankles kept her firmly in place.
"Now, dear, you'll have a mark on you for life, a kind of souvenir," Leona said.
"No, no, you're all crazy! Oh God, God, help me, help me!" Kitty went wild, her head snapping from side to side while her mind exploded in abject terror. She no longer felt like a human being. She felt herself become a cornered, terrified animal. The only emotion she felt now was fear.
"Brand her," Leona said.
Burt took the iron, watching as the girl's head shuddered. The spasms passed down her shoulders, her tits drawing up, the tips stiff and red. He could see belly spasms erupting, moving down to her thighs, entering her cunt.
Kitty let out another evil, hysterical laugh.
"She's going out of her mind," Burt said, laughing at her.
Kitty could smell something-her own cunt, her own arousal. Yes, she had to be crazy to become aroused at her own branding. Still, terror ruled. Her eyes widened even more, the sight of the branding iron filling her eyes. The sight burned itself into her brain, making her nearly faint right there. Burt lowered the iron over her belly. The heat warmed her flesh. He took his time positioning the weight, moving it over her body.
Kitty let out another cry, expecting at any moment to feel the hot kiss of the iron.
"She looks great stretched out like this."
The hot iron glowed a red path between her thighs, Burt being careful not to touch the muscles. The scalding, unrelenting heat singed her tender skin. The blonde cunthairs shriveled, smoldering down to her mound. The bitter stench of her burned hair, dried cum and fuck juice was nauseating. It was the stink of a gutted, incinerated animal.
He was going to burn her pussy. She could see that now. He was going to burn her cunt. His fingers tightened on the wooden handle. As his hand shook Kitty prayed. The glowing iron slowly advanced. She tried inching away, her asscheeks flattening against the bench. Opening her mouth, Kitty prepared to scream. The inferno was curling into her pussy, finding her clit. It was like having a hot, sucking mouth touching her.
"Nooooooo!"
How insane! How mad! And yet the girl felt herself having a climax! The heat, the thought of the fearful pain of branding had done its trick. She twisted and jerked, trapped in her own lust. She begged and yammered for mercy while she came and came and came. Both Leona and Burt saw this and laughed.
Suddenly Burt turned around, waving the iron over his head, then pressing the broad disc hard against Kim's right asscheek. The girl shrieked in painful disbelief, her foot kicking over the pyramid, her ass jiggling high in the air. Again and again she shrieked.
The smell of burning flesh reached Kitty and made her cough with nausea. She could hear the hissing of the hot iron against her friend's ass as Kim danced and jerked on her rope.
Burt wheeled about, placing the still-hot disc down against Kitty's right thigh. The iron was so close to her cunt. Screaming with mindless pain, Kitty felt her pussy explode into another sharp orgasm.
She caught sight of Burt, of the women, of the still-shrieking Kim dangling grotesquely from the ceiling. And then all went black.
* * *
Three months later Kitty was standing on the steps, hiking the collar of her pink sweater around her throat as a chill wind whipped in from the north. Her mother was climbing the stone steps, huffing every foot of the way. Her mother looked up, pushing her kerchief from her brown hair. How Kitty pitied her now.
"Have you learned something from your stay here, young lady?" her mother asked severely, screwing her face into a disapproving scowl.
"Oh yes, mother, more than you know."
Down at the other end of the street Kitty could see her friend Kim getting into a car. Both had been released the same day. Kitty raised one hand, giving her friend a tentative wave.
"A friend of yours? I didn't think you could make friends in places like this. Well, come along," her mother said.
"Oh, Mother, you can make so many friends in here-more than you can guess."
Kitty followed her mother, doing her best to fight a smile as she descended the steps. She was reluctant to leave, but everything must come to an end. Just as she opened the car door she stopped, hesitating for a moment. In her pocket was the paper that gave Leona's home phone number. And Burt would be there too, anyone she and Kim wanted. Yes, she would continue her "punishment." And wouldn't mother be pleased she was going to continue seeing these people.
"Is something wrong, Kitty?"
"Oh no, Mother. Everything's fine, just fine, better than you can imagine!"
