Chapter 3
Tanya didn't feel very good. She held her stomach and stared straight ahead. Her head pounded mercilessly while her stomach felt as if it was on fire. She folded her trembling fingers together, breathing deeply. Tanya felt as if her entire body was vibrating with a sense of nausea that hung over her like a threatening thundercloud.
Her mother had been absolutely furious with her when she'd returned drunk that evening. Jack and she had celebrated their wild tryst a little too grandly, having drunk many cans of beer and even some of his father's private stock of Scotch. Something bad had happened of that Tanya's mother had been sure.
She had been suspicious of her daughter's rampant actions for the past several months, although Tanya had of course done nothing, until now. Yet she'd caught her daughter drinking more than once. Being a Fundamentalist in religious matters, the woman began to despair of how her daughter would end up, someday.
It was with this frame of mind that she and Tanya finally came to the tall, gray stone wall surrounding the acres of land on which Harrington Manor stood. The mansion itself was a real castle, transported over one hundred years ago brick by brick from Spain. It was huge and awesome looking, its lookout towers staring bleakly over the surrounding countryside. The walls were studded with nails and jagged shards of glass that glinted in the afternoon sun.
Tanya was suddenly sorry she'd given in to her mother so easily. When the older woman demanded that her daughter seek professional help, Tanya was too horrified and guilt ridden to fight back. How could she tell her mother what had happened? The trembling blonde teen suspected that her mother knew, somehow. And the drinking? It had become a problem, something that had worried Tanya.
But, Harrington Manor?
The blonde shuddered when she remembered the stories she had heard about the place. There were stories from those who had returned, tales that could easily fill horror books. Of course, parents and friends discounted them as mere ravings of once sick people. Only a few believed them, and they were thought of as batty too.
"It's for the best, Tanya," her mother said as she stopped the car, rolled down the window, and pressed a small black button on a post near the big iron gate.
"Yes?" a female voice crackled over a hidden speaker.
"Mrs. Granger, with her daughter."
There was a clicking sound, followed by a loud buzz. The gate opened, and the blonde teen felt her heart fluttering, then sinking to her feet as the car drove through the gate and up to the forbidding looking castle.
"It's so ... "
Tanya couldn't finish the sentence. In spite of her growing anxiety, the girl was fascinated. The castle was supposed to date from the fourteenth century. She marveled at the vast amount of time and money it must have cost to have these massive stones transported across the Atlantic to this remote place.
The car ground to a halt just inside the wall. Attendants rushed to the vehicle and opened the door, helping Tanya and her mother out. She brushed back her hair, looking helplessly at her mother. Oh, God, this was all wrong! These men standing around, staring at her blankly, their white uniforms gleaming in the bright afternoon sun, it was all something from a bad dream! She wasn't a mentally ill person! Why was her mother doing this to her?
The girl shook off her fears. No, she couldn't let them see how terrified she really was. Maybe if she acted normal, they wouldn't do anything to her! Maybe they'd even let her go! Mustering her courage, the young woman marched up the wide stone steps leading to the enormous wooden front door. When she reached the top step, more attendants flanked her, pushing open the door and stepping back as Tanya and her mother walked inside.
There was a stinky aroma of disinfectant wafting to her nose as they stepped into the vault like main hall. She felt intimidated by the quiet, the almost dingy darkness shrouding her and her mother as they walked over the highly polished, tiled floor to the main office.
And then she saw the older woman-, Dr. Sylvia Barringer, who, it was said, enjoyed working with young people that had particularly difficult emotional and alcoholic problems. Her compassion was a legend among parents, although stories from those who had endured the Barringer cure were somewhat macabre.
"In here," Dr. Barringer said softly, her eyes narrowing as she studied Tanya.
The girl had heard the woman had not only a medical degree, but was also a psychiatrist. State credentialed and highly approved, Dr. Barringer had often appeared on talk shows, telling of her cure center and of the high degree of success she had with young people. Grateful parents always sang praises as they picked up their so-called cured children.
On the outside, the good doctor appeared to be a compassionate, highly intelligent young woman who had devoted her life to helping troubled young people, but on the inside . . .
"Ah, you're shaking! Well, that's to be expected," the tall woman said, closing the door behind her and moving behind her desk.
Tanya and her mother sat down, uneasily. The young woman reflected that this cure must be costing her mother a fortune, money they didn't really have.
"How long will Tanya be here?" her mother asked after a protracted silence.
"Mmmmm, that's difficult to say."
Tanya examined the doctor. She was tall and pale-skinned, with a magnificent head of long blonde hair that was pinned tightly to her skull. With piercing, dark blue eyes, the good doctor reminded the teenager of stories about German women who ran concentration camps.
"But-"
"I think several weeks will be fine. Now, if you don't mind, I'll begin with Tanya's therapy immediately. We find that prolonged goodbyes simply increase anxiety for both parties. There'll be time for rejoicing when your daughter is cured."
Doctor Barringer slipped one hand under Tanya's mother's right arm and raised her gently from the chair, guiding her out of the office.
"The bookkeeper down the hall will explain payment procedures. If there are any problems, we can work out some kind of plan," she said, closing the door and turning toward Tanya. "Now, young lady, it appears you have a drinking problem, according to your mother, that is. Good, no drugs," Dr. Barringer said, quickly leafing through a report. "Pregnant? Abortion?"
"NO!" Tanya cried furiously. How dare this stranger ask her a question like that, and so bluntly!
"My, spirit! Good! Come, follow me," she said, laying the manila folder carefully on her desk. "I'm going to give you your first treatment right away. I promise you'll feel better after it."
The doctor was so business-like that Tanya actually felt some of her former anxiety fading away, maybe those stories were just fantasies. She wasn't really an alcoholic. In a few days Dr. Barringer would see that and let her go. Her mother will be spared spending a small fortune, and Tanya would have Jack once more, of that the girl was certain.
The young girl rose and followed Dr. Barringer down the long corridor. In a moment she found herself outdoors. Squinting and shading her eyes, she realized that Sylvia Barringer had stopped and was looking up at two very tall, rounded towers.
"Do you remember your medieval history?" the doctor asked as they began walking toward the right tower.
"No." Tanya felt thirsty. The hot sun was drying her out. Then the girl realized that she wanted a drink. Oh, God, maybe she was in the right place! At her age, a drinking problem!
"That's a pity. This used to be the wall of defense. It's a kind of courtyard inside the inner fort. Several of the larger stones were lost, so this part of the castle's slightly modified. Watch your step. There's still some restoration going on. The state's very generous," the woman said, smiling strangely.
"That's the keep," Sylvia said after a pause, pointing to the tower toward which they were heading.
"What?" Tanya's curiosity was sparked. "The most heavily fortified building in the castle. It'll house four hundred men and women in the future. From those slits in the walls, the people of the castle used to shoot at the enemy. Fascinating?"
Tanya had to admit that it was. She thought of those days when knights and their ladies roamed these grounds. How graceful, how wonderful it must have been!
"Come with me."
Sylvia took a large metal key ring from her belt and opened the door to the keep, motioning Tanya inside. The girl followed obediently, not wishing to offend her keeper.
Once inside, the young girl felt her original anxiety return. She walked carefully down a circular flight of stone steps and wound up in a large wood paneled room. Looking around, the young woman felt her flesh crawl.
Large, frightening instruments hung from stakes. In the center of the room was a large wooden keg, with a small brass faucet sticking from one end.
This was unbelievable! She felt as if she'd stepped into the past! If her mother could see this place, she would have taken her daughter away from it immediately! Oh, my God, what kind of warped person ran this joint?
"Come on, don't be afraid. Most newly arrived patients have some kind of anxiety when they come here. But you're not like most of them, Tanya."
The young woman wasn't sure if she enjoyed this confidential tone of voice the doctor was suddenly using.
"Now, just remove your clothes and we'll begin."
Tanya felt almost hypnotized by the older woman. Maybe if she did just as asked, things would go better for her. They certainly couldn't be going much worse!
Keeping her eyes on the doctor, Tanya slowly removed her clothing, thinking about how excited she'd felt when Jack had slipped off her blouse and shorts. Now she was disrobing for what she guessed was some kind of examination by the doctor.
Slipping her bra and panties off, the young woman stood naked, trembling slightly in the large room. Sylvia stretched out one hand, taking Tanya by the wrist and pulling her over to a horizontal board at one end of the room. In the darkness, the blonde teen at first couldn't make out where she was being led.
Then, very quickly, the doctor raised the top panel of the board and thrust the girl's arms against the semi-circular holes carved into the bottom half of this device. With a sharp report, the top half slammed down, trapping the girl's hands. In a flash, Tanya realized that she'd been tricked into placing her arms in an old-fashioned wooden stock. The girl struggled uselessly. She felt panic rising in her body.
"Oh, God! Those stories . . .they're true!"
Tanya's eyes widened as she pushed her ass back and tried to yank her arms free. It was hopeless. The locks held her fast.
"What's true, dear?"
"Oh, stop it! Let me go! Don't hurt me!" the girl wailed, twisting her head and looking pleadingly at the doctor. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. Her tits jiggled with each of her sobs.
"Your mother brought you here for a cure. She's paying dearly for your conversion, and we must satisfy her. I'll agree you're not nearly as bad as some of the patients who've come here, but still you have a problem."
As she talked, Sylvia pushed a tall wooden stool toward Tanya.
"I suggest you sit down, Tanya. You'll be more comfortable this way.
The stool slammed against her ankle, causing the girl some pain. Fear peaked, making Tanya scream and pull at the holds more strongly. But nothing happened. Her bare ass cheeks jiggled and bounced as she struggled uselessly.
Sylvia folded her arms and sighed. "They all start out the way you do . . . struggling, trying to get back their old ways of life. We don't let that happen here. You've gotten used to mistreating your body, your mind, your own family and friends. You've been sent here because you're a social misfit. It's my job to change that."
Tanya found it more and more difficult for her to catch her breath. Dr. Barringer was removing her own clothing, her eyes still riveted to Tanya's naked, twisting body. The young girl was covered with sweat. Twisting her head around, she saw the older woman disrobing.
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked, her heart pounding so hard that she thought it would burst.
"This is the way we start with young girls."
Sylvia seemed to change shape before Tanya's startled eyes. The older woman stripped down to nothing, carefully laying her clothes on a nearby chair. For a woman of about thirty-five, the tall, regal looking blonde was magnificently shaped. There were no ugly stretch marks, no hints of globular fat padding her smooth, white skin. Her firm, pendulous tits wobbled slightly as she walked to a metal chest, flipped open the top, and started pulling out various articles of strange clothing.
"These are the things you'll see many of us wearing around here when the general public isn't nearby."
In spite of her growing terror, the young blonde teenager watched with fascination as Sylvia Barringer began dressing in her costume for a costume it was! She had never dreamed that people, real people wore clothes like these!
A harness like device of black leather studded with brightly polished metal spikes separated her tits, looping around the doctor's sides and hooking somewhere just under the woman's shoulder blades. Pulled tightly, the harness forced Sylvia's tits to protrude even farther.
Underneath her tits, the older woman wound black leather bands around her ribs. These were attached to a kind of leather collar, by a thin strand of metal wire.
Reaching into the chest, she pulled out a pair of long black boots and slipped them on, up to her knees. Tanya watched as if she was drugged. Her terror seemed to be draining her of her free will.
Finishing her dressing, the good doctor slammed the chest shut with a loud bang and turned around to face the helpless teenager.
"You've done everything you could to humiliate your mother," she said in a high-pitched, angry voice.
"No, no, it's not true! I swear it!" Tanya cried, her scalp crinkling up with terror. The way Sylvia stood, the menacing way she looked, made the blonde girl tremble. She felt her knees buckling, and she sat on the chair that was pushed against her ankles.
"You're a virgin, then?"
Tanya bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes.
"Come on. I can find out in a second, and I assure you that the probing would be unpleasant," Sylvia said, tapping her toes on the cement floor.
"Yes . . . no, no! But I swear, I've only been with one," Tanya said in a hurry, feeling her face burning with shame.
"Yes, yes, I believe you," Sylvia said after examining her victim closely. "I don't think you've yet mastered the art of lying, at least about fucking. You do enjoy a hot fuck, don't you?"
Tanya blushed even more than before.
"You've got no right" she started to say in a low voice.
"I have every right here!" Sylvia countered loudly, bending down and attaching a long black hose to the faucet of the barrel nearby. A long steel nozzle was at the other end of the hose, reminding Tanya of an enema hose.
"But . . . you're not going to hurt me, are you?" the girl whimpered, watching the doctor with growing terror. She tried pulling her hands from the stock, but chafed her wrists even more.
"I do anything I choose here ... of course, all to help you," Sylvia said, checking the hose and appearing satisfied.
"Now, one more thing and we'll be ready," Sylvia said, pulling out a long metal dildo from the chest and holding it in front of the young woman. "You say you've been fucked only once. We'll see what kind of tight little girl you are!"
With a hard slap, the doctor forced Tanya off of the stool. The blonde cried out, pitching forward, slipping on the cold floor while Sylvia pulled the stool to one side and strapped the eight-inch dildo to the top of it.
"Now, since you've chosen to drink too much, we'll cure you with the same drink. There's beer in that barrel, real, very strong beer. It can make a person very drunk in a short period of time. Beside this, we're going to give you all the sex you want, too much of it, in fact. Your mother was worried that you've been whoring around. I don't think so, but I can see a certain glint in your eyes, Tanya. That glint tells me everything. I think I can take it from you. I'm certainly going to try."
"You're crazy!" Tanya gasped, her eyes focused on the metal dildo sticking straight up from the stool.
"No, you are. I never bothered my mother and father the way you have," the doctor said coldly.
"No, it's just the way my mother is," Tanya pleaded, feeling her life endangered now in the manor.
"That's a matter of opinion," Sylvia said, shrugging, then shoving the metal nozzle up the young woman's ass without warning.
"AIEEEEE! Oh, take it out! it hurts!" she cried, her lush buttocks jiggling as she moved around as best she could.
But Sylvia didn't listen, or even care to listen. As the blonde teen screamed and wailed loudly, the doctor shoved the tube in farther. Tanya felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around the invading nozzle. Oh, God, what would her mother say if she could witness this? The old woman was probably thanking God that her daughter was in good hands, while she was being tortured in this dungeon!
"Do you want to drink now? Do you want to fuck?" Sylvia asked, laughing. She reached down and sliding a black leather belt around the girl's waist. One of the several straps hanging from it passed through Tanya's deep asscrack. Finally Sylvia secured the enema nozzle in place, tugging one of the straps around and securing it so that it slipped into the girl's pussy crack.
"I see I was right about that glint in your eyes. You're hot, aren't you? You're screaming about the pain, but you want more of it!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Tanya cried. But it was true. Something about this place, this woman, these instruments dangling from the wall, excited her! She could feel her cuntal juices seeping out of her snatch, wetting down the leather strap that bit into her pussy flesh.
Oh, God, what would happen to her in this foul place? It wasn't a sanitarium as her mother had thought!
It was a hell house, staffed with sadists who preyed on helpless young women!