Chapter 1
Laura Bennet stood hesitantly in front of the large gray sandstone building, a breeze from the north lifting her fine blonde hair from her shoulders. It looked so forbidding. Her fingers tightened around her small suitcase as she clenched her light fall coat with her free hand. The trip to Brighton Manor had been long and tiring to her as she huddled in one corner of the rattling old van. Now and then, she had thought of Brad Skeffington and the night that had brought her here to this horrid place. How he had touched her in all the right places, stroking her thighs as she opened herself to him until he had her panties down and her pussy exposed. It was so naughty, so daring to have his fingers slipping around her cunt lips like that, milking them against one another until the foamy juice bubbled up from her cunt hole and wet down her thighs. "This way, ladies."
The woman's command cut through her like a knife, making Laura jump. Two other girls had ridden with her, condemned to this institution by over-conservative parents who had caught them doing the same thing. Laura frowned, following the others up the long stairs to the double glass doors, remembering how her mother had kept screaming when she entered the bedroom and found her daughter stretched on the bed-with Brad on top of her. They hadn't actually done anything, although Laura wasn't sure she wouldn't have let Brad go all the way. He had worked her up with the way he'd bitten her nipples, stroked her cunt, driven his tongue all the way into her mouth. And she remembered the feel of his prick sliding over her flat belly.
And then her mother had found them together, and the world came apart for Laura.
"This way, down the hail!" the tall, unsmiling attendant snapped. Brighton Manor had been in existence for nearly twenty years. Laura and her friends had heard stories about it, stories from grateful parents who had sent in unruly children and received modest ones back. The stories of abusive treatment-when they came to the surface-were usually discounted as tales meant to discredit a fine school. Laura felt her heart sink to the ground as they walked down the white, sterile corridor. The smell of disinfectant was everywhere, like a pungent perfume. What surprised her was the lack of people in the corridor. For a school, it was amazingly quiet-like a tomb. The atmosphere did dishearten Laura as she stopped in front of a large door. The matron reached down and opened it, ushering the girls in with a severe nod. "Don't sit down," a tall, imposing woman said, rising from behind her desk and tilting her chin up.
Laura trembled, feeling the weight of her suitcase tugging at her shoulder. She wanted to put the suitcase down but feared doing anything. "My name is Doctor Ellen Endicott. I run the manor here, as you probably can guess. You know why you're all here. I don't have to get into that." Laura wished she could run and hide. She knew that there had been investigations of the place several times. And each time, reporters had found the credentials of the manor impeccable. It passed the state examination every year for re-licensing. But Laura felt now that all those stories, all those rumors were all too true. And now Dr. Endicott stood before them in a tight white dress, her black hair pulled back severely, her blue eyes glowing with a frightening intensity. "You," she said, nodding at Laura. "You're shaking. That's good. I like to see someone who recognizes authority when they see it. That's a good start. You'll be taken to your cell later. Come with me. The others go with Matron. She'll instruct you as to the routine here." Laura cast the departing girls a baleful look, wishing she could disappear with them. Why had she been singled out? The matron had given her an odd smirking look before backing out of the magnificent office. Now she and Ellen were alone, something that made her very, very nervous. "Come with me."
The doctor was so business-like now that Laura felt some of her anxiety fading away. Perhaps all those stories were just that-tall tales from people who had resented the regimen of this place. She followed Ellen down the corridor, still wondering where all the others were. In a moment, they were into the bright sunlight. Shading her eyes with one hand, she noticed gratefully that the tall stone walls a around her broke the wind from outdoors.
"Do you remember your medieval history?" the doctor asked as they slowed.
"Not really," Laura said, feeling terribly thirsty and hungry. "Too bad. The manor's built on a plan of a medieval castle. This was to be the bailey. That's the 'keep," Ellen said, pointing to the circular tower they were heading toward.
Once again, Laura felt fear stab through her. The doctor said nothing more, taking a huge brass ring from her belt and opening the door to the keep. She motioned Laura inside. It was terribly dark. Ellen came in behind her, switching on a light.
The small yellow overhead lights screwed into the arched concrete ceiling did little to illuminate the tunnel. Laura had to bend don slightly to walk through. Carefully going down a narrow flight of stairs, she found herself stepping into a large, wood-paneled room. It was then Laura felt her hands and feet turn icy. Beads of cold perspiration dotted her forehead as she looked around.
It was horrible! Strange-looking instruments hung from pegs hammered into the walls. Then a door slammed behind her and Laura realized she was trapped.
"Take off your coat now."
Laura didn't hesitate, hoping her quick compliance would make the doctor amenable.
"Good. Now your dress."
Laura hesitated, something that made the good doctor's eyes narrow. She stepped up to the girl, slapping her sharply across her face. Laura cried out, her head snapping to one side while her blonde hair splashed over her reddened cheeks. The stinging blow shocked Laura so much she didn't realize half her dress had been ripped from her body until she'd blinked the tears from her eyes.
"No!"
Another sharp slap across the face convinced her otherwise. She stood there, sniffing, rubbing her injured cheek while Ellen pulled off her dress, then stepped back to admire her trembling in her bra and panties. "And now, the rest," the woman said coldly. The girl was too terrified to object this time. Reluctantly, Laura reached back and unhooked her bra, letting the halter fall to the ground as her pendulous tits slipped out and lay pertly on her upper chest. Sliding her thumbs under the white translucent nylon of her briefs, Laura pushed them down to her knees, stepping care fully from them and feeling terribly naked and vulnerable.
Dr. Endicott's eyes narrowed even more, her nostrils flaring a bit as she examined her young victim with increasing relish. She took Laura by the wrist, pulling her across the room toward those horrid instruments. Laura resisted, her ass tucking back, her tits slapping gently together. But Dr. Endicott's strength was surprising. She led the girl forward, then told her to stay put.
Looking down, Laura realized she was between two widely separated ringbolts in the cracked concrete floor. Each held a short chain ending in a heavy leather anklet. Quickly Ellen fitted these on her, buckling them tightly until the black leather pinched her ankles. Laura let out a groan, starting to bend down. She wanted to unfasten those things. What could this woman be thinking of? Laura had never experienced anything like this before in her life! But Laura remembered the double slap and continued to stand straight.
"Now, for your arms. Stretch your arms above your head... now!" Laura felt her flesh quivering as she did as she was told, tilting back her head and seeing a long horizontal metal bar hanging from the ceiling. Working a small wooden winch near the wall, Ellen lowered the bar until it was two feet above Laura's shoulders. Using half-inch strips of rope, Dr. Endicott fastened the girl's wrists to the bar, using double figure-eight knots for a tighter, more secure bond. Laura whimpered, her head moving around, her eyes sweeping over the room as she wondered what Ellen had in store for her.
Ellen stepped back and looked approvingly at her victim, ten moved to the winch and began turning the handle again. Slowly, Laura felt her arms rising above her head until they were stretched taut. She gasped as first one and then the other heel left the floor. When Ellen stopped turning and flipped the ratchet, the naked teenager hung in the form of a tall X. Her arms and legs were spread wide. Half- hanging by her wrists, half-standing on her toes, she hung there stretched and taut. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Laura was crying, her hot tears burning down her cheeks as she looked pleadingly at Dr. Endicott.
"Discipline. You must learn that, if you're going to be a contributing member of society. Your mother's shown me you have none of that, fucking a boy under her roof! No morals, no common sense!" Laura was going to object, going to tell her nothing had happened. But her words stopped in her throat. Ellen looked at her, then went back to the winch and turned it another half- turn. She screamed, the dull ache in both her shoulders turning sharp. "You poor little thing," Dr. Endicott said, smiling ironically while the girl twisted and jerked in her bonds. You really don t know pain at all ... yet, and you still scream. I can only guess what's going to happen later on in your . . . uh, treatments." - "No, no, stop! I'll do anything! I'll be good! Please, I'll be good!" Laura cried, her words tumbling out as she pulled against the painful bonds.
But Dr. Endicott wasn't impressed. Laura stopped her cries in a moment, watching in disbelief as Ellen began removing her own clothes. When the woman had completely stripped, she put on a grotesque steel-studded collar. Stepping to a small cabinet to her left, Ellen pulled out several black leather bands, wrapping them around her ribs. It was a ritual, Laura could see. She watched as the woman slipped on long tight fitting black boots tat seemed to go halfway up her thighs. She watched as if hypnotized, her fear making her weaker.
Ellen looked like an Amazon warrior about to attack. She stood in front of Laura, looking implacable. Raising one hand, she began stroking the girl's cunt with the backs of her fingers. Laura flinched. No one had ever touched her like that . . . except Brad, of course, and she was paying dearly for that now. Why was she feeling something as the doctor stroked her pussy? Why was she starting to sense a warm, fuzzy feeling growing more and more intense as the woman continued to play with her cunt? Laura bit her lower lip, wanting to beg the doctor to leave her alone. But she thought better of it and remained silent. The ropes around her wrists were cutting her terribly, while cramps plagued her inner thighs. The only good thing about all of this was her cunt growing warmer and wetter with the continual stroking.
"You little bitch! Even this turns you on!" Ellen turned malevolent suddenly, twisting her fingers into the girl's cunt thicket and tearing out a fistful of her blonde cunt hairs.
"Eaghghhghghhgh!"
Laura's ass cheeks clenched together like two tight fists while her knees shuddered against the chains. A fiery agony shot through her cunt as she hung there helpless, open to the woman's fury. She threw back her head and blinked away the burning, blinding tears, the pain still throbbing through her pussy. Ellen was slapping her thighs with the back of one hand, jabbing two fingers into her pussy and twisting them around so her long nails scraped painfully against the wet cunt walls.
Laura bucked back, feeling the tips of Ellen's nails poking at her cherry. Oh God, no! Ellen couldn't be thinking of doing that with her hand! Oh God in heaven, no! It was worse, far worse tan she had heard about! Laura jerked her hips from side to side, ignoring the cutting pain of the bonds around her wrists and ankles as Ellen's fingernails threatened to slice through her cherry.
"Hmmmmm, I'm surprised you still have your hymen. You aren't the little slut your mother painted you to be; perhaps. Either that, or you're far more clever, satisfying men with your mouth and ass while saving your cherry for something better later on," Ellen said thoughtfully. "In any case, the manor certainly won't hurt your development." Ellen withdrew her fingers, to Laura's relief. She sagged in her bonds for a moment, hoping this odd exam would be the end of it all. She was mistaken. Dr. Endicott studied her for a few more minutes before withdrawing for a second.
Laura tried moving her legs as cramps knotted the muscles. It was impossible. As she blinked her eyes clear, she saw Ellen returning with a long pink thing that looked like a man's cock. "You've never seen a dildo?"
Laura bit her lip again, shaking her head violently from side to side. She blushed furiously, remembering the size of Brad's prick. She had touched his cock, feeling it throb against her fingers. But it wasn't this large, this thick! Her eyes rounded as she guessed what the good doctor had in store for her.
"I don't want to mess my fingers with blood. That would happen if I were to push them in all the way right now. My friend here can do the job just as well," Ellen said, smiling as she wagged the plastic prick in front of Laura's face.
"No, no!"
The teenager pulled frantically at her bonds, hoping against hope something would give way and she would be able to rush from this room. The overhead bar held firm while the cuffs tightened painfully around her ankles, her tits rose and fell as she gulped in air. Discipline! This was worse than any Marine camp, Laura thought, watching as Ellen shoved the awful thing against her face.
"Watch while I squeeze the bulb attached down here. It does... interesting things. For instance, a part of it swells and enlarges, creating small bumps. Do you see?" Laura edged her head back, horrified at what that awful thing was doing now.
"And if I fill the dildo with water first, your cunt or ass will be bloated. That would be really uncomfortable, dear." "No, no! Don't! Oh please. . don't!" Laura begged, feeling as if she had fallen into a terrible nightmare.
"And don't worry about me flooding the floor. The end near me is designed to seal your sweet little pussy," the woman said, her tin black eyebrows arching just a little more than usual.
Laura tried pulling away from the bonds once more, sobbing with horror and shame as she felt them cutting painfully into her flesh. Throwing back her head, the girl let out a sharp cry, her knees shaking as she felt Ellen toying with her cunt. Moving her thumb around, Dr. Endicott creased the girl's clit with her nail, teasing it around the moist, soft edges before crushing it with one stabbing blow. Laura opened her mouth, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth while her face blanched. She never thought anything could be that painful! When she finally found her voice, the young blonde let out a shriek of agony. "Good. You're alive. I enjoy having a girl who responds the way you do," Ellen said, slip ping away from her for a moment. Laura could hear water running; blinking her eyes, she saw Ellen filling that awful, horrid thing with cold water. She trembled, feeling the bonds burning her wrists even more. How her arms and legs ached from being pulled in that awkward position. Laura wanted to beg her to let her go. But she could tell Dr. Endicott was implacable. She was going to have her way, no matter what.
"What. . . what are you doing?" the girl asked when Ellen returned from the sink.
"Going to prepare you for entry."
The girl looked down with rounded eyes as Dr. Endicott put the dildo on the floor, then gripped her around the hips. In a moment, the woman had lowered her mouth to Laura's cunt. Terrified and sickened, the girl let her head fall back once more. The moment that licking tongue had fucked into her cunt hole, she found herself responding strangely... responding as she had never done before! Her ass tightened while her skin shivered at the woman's touch. What was happening to her? Another woman was licking her tight little cunt a woman! And she found the cunt muscles growing itchy and convulsive, tightening around that wonderful hot, wet thing moving in and out of her pussy with a maddening rhythm. She began twisting a little in her ropes, bearing the groaning sound of her bonds while Dr. Endicott swirled her tongue in her pussy in a circular motion. Laura was making happy little sounds when the woman pulled away from her pussy, smacking her lips while trailing her fingertips around the girl's furred cunt "Yes, you have a problem, dear. The moment something touches your cunt, you go into heat. While that may be attractive to many men," the woman continued almost medically, "that simply isn't socially acceptable behavior. You'll have to learn to discipline your emotions. This is a beginning."
"Oh, no, no!" Laura moaned, complaining about the loss of that wonderful licking tongue as well as the onslaught of more pain. Ellen took the dildo and began rubbing the broad, latex cock head against Laura's cunt. The girl looked down with wild, rounded eyes. Something that big surely would tear her to pieces. The doctor couldn't intend to fuck her with that thing! Her knees trembled while Ellen began pushing the horrid thing in. Slowly, pain fully, the teenager felt her cunt expanding to accommodate that awful dildo. Laura jerked her head from side to side, drinking in the sensation of having something hard and thick in her pussy for the first time in her life. At times Ellen stopped, twisting the dildo around so the girl could feel it even more. Laura cried out then, her muscles knotting up in her arms and legs. At times the teenager thought she would disgrace herself by losing control and shitting all over herself. Somehow she managed to keep her wits about her, bending her knees as much as she could, as if that would help the brutal fuck.
And then there was a pain, an agony she felt that was unlike anything she had experienced before! Laura's eyes widened while a pulse leaped through her throat. She began panting heavily, nearly choking on her own spit. She opened her mouth, but then another shock of pain cut off her voice. Looking down at Ellen with rounded eyes, the girl wanted to beg her to stop. But there was only raw pain stabbing through her now, taking away all thought, all control.
"Aghgh~ghh~~... ooooooohl"
Ellen said nothing, twisting the dildo and pushing down deep. Laura snapped her head back, seeing bright flashing lights explode behind her eyes. Again and again she shrieked, the baleful tones of her voice echoing off the stone walls while the chains rattled overhead. Gradually, the awful pain ebbed into a duller ache and Laura came back to her senses. She shook the hair from her dampened face, staring down at Ellen and feeling a wash of hatred for the woman. There was nothing she had done to merit this. Gathering up all the strength she had, Laura spat at the woman, her face reddening with triumph. ''Brat!"
Ellen struck back, smacking the teenager sharply across the face with her right hand. Again and again she slapped her, twisting the dildo around at the same time, fucking it into her cunt.
Laura shrieked louder, her voice shrilling while the woman fucked that awful dildo in deeper and deeper. Her body involuntarily jerked as if someone were passing current through it.
What was so hard for her to bear was the knowledge that this was only the beginning. This was only the start of what was to be; Laura was sure, a very long period of sadistic abuse.