Chapter 2
"Eaghghghghhhhh!"
Laura thought that her body was splitting right dawn the middle. The length of the dildo butted and bored its way into her cuntal socket. Looking down through her tears, Laura could see the look of excitement flushing Ellen's face. Oh, she had tried to sound professional-as if all this were the same as administering a dose of medicine to an ailing patient. But Laura caught the thickness of her voice, the trembling of her hand, the way she looked now as she fucked her with that awful plastic prick!
Never smiling, Ellen twisted the plastic prick nearly three-quarters of the way in before stop ping. She was panting like a dog, her eyes glazed over as she inspected Laura's cunt with some satisfaction. Laura felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared down at that horrible woman. There was no happiness on her face as she made certain the girl was crammed with that dildo. Her tight cunt was stretched to the tearing point, and she was fighting down the desire to scream. Oh yes, Dr. Endicott would like that now-hearing her shriek out her agony, watching her twist on the ropes while she was impaled on that long thick plastic cock! No! She would never give her the satisfaction of seeing something like that.
"Now, you'll find out what this is all about," Ellen said. Laura hung there, her bare ass shivering and white as Ellen picked up the small plastic bulb and began twisting it around in her fingers. The girl prayed something would happen to end this nightmare as she sagged by her wrists. She felt she needed all her strength to keep from blacking out as the skewering artificial prick fucked a little deeper in her tight little cunt hole.
The knowledge that a thing and not a lover's cock had torn her cherry made the pain seem worse. And Ellen was making sure now that all the dildo was in.
It was Laura's first fuck, and it was by that monstrous dildo fucking into her virgin pussy.
Ellen started squeezing the bulb. Laura shivered, her head lolling as the frigid water started shooting into her heated cunt. The icy liquid splashed all around inside her pussy, washing her down, making her shiver in agony as her slick cuntal membranes tried to contract. But the dildo kept her cunt walls from tightening. They stretched all the more. Pain shot through her again and again while her mouth stayed open. Laura didn't care about her former resolve now. She had to respond to the pain building in her. She tossed back her head and screamed and screamed, pulling wildly at the overhead bar, curling her toes, jerking on the bonds again and again like a wild puppet while that awful water built up in her cunt.
"Yes, yes, that's the way, dear. That's the way you'll have to learn. And we all know, learning is a painful experience." Laura didn't listen to what the doctor was saying. All she could think of was her pussy; her poor, aching cunt throbbing and jerking against that horrid thing while Ellen filled her cunt with more cold water. The woman had estimated the amount of water to be used correctly. Though it made her pussy swell, Laura felt· an odd combination of pain and bitter cold mingling with the pressure in her pussy. She stopped crying out, her head dangling, her tits swaying gently.
Slowly, the water was being heated by her body. That was helping the discomfort somewhat. But there was so much water in her, so much pressure that made her cunt ache and throb.
Laura dangled there, fighting the urge to void herself. Ellen disappeared once more, returning with what looked like a vaginal observation instrument. But the girl's pussy wasn't the target of her latest horror. While whimpering and gasping in pain, Laura felt the cold metal instrument rest against her ass cheek. There was the sound of turning screws, then the sensation of that cold steel up against her asshole. That thing had been greased. A sharp, hot pain shot through her, making her jerk her hips forward violently. That move made the water slosh through her pussy, causing her more pain.
She ground her teeth, groaning as that horrid clamp pushed its way into her shitter then touched the warm, slick lining of her ass. Laura sighed then screamed, feeling that thing spreading her asshole wider and wider apart while the woman turned the adjusting screw. In a moment, the prune-like pucker of her shitter had been opened nearly one inch. Laura screamed, feeling the cool air of the room chilling the hot interior of her violated asshole.
Laura hung there in suspension, the dildo and water violating her cunt, that reverse clamp stretching her asshole open and keeping it that way. In another moment, she felt something tickling around the outer edge of her shitter. Mustering the courage to twist her head around, Laura saw Ellen holding a long wire attached to what she guessed was a small transformer. Slowly, the doctor was feeding the wire into her shitter. Laura could feel the sharp scratchy sensation of that thing against her asshole walls. It was wild! Fucked at both ends while strapped into that X position, unable to do a thing to defend herself! In a moment, Ellen was back at the transformer, the wire lodged deep in the girl's ass guts. Slowly, Ellen turned the dial, sending a small current biting into the youngster's ass. "Oooooooo!"
Laura felt her asshole trying to clamp shut. But the instrument was keeping her shitter wide open. She writhed with pain. "Yes, that's it, dear. You know what it's like now to get thrilled in the ass and cunt at the same time. It's a wonderful feeling, isn't it? It's the answer to all your fantasies, right? But you'll have to pay a price for those fantasies."
"Eaghghghghghhh I"
The price was more current shooting into her body, her shitter spasming while the electricity shot through her.
She yanked and pulled at that overhead bar, sure it would tear loose.
Laura felt she had the strength of thousands as she writhed in agony. Gasping and sobbing, the girl thought of what Ellen had said. She threw back her head, shivering in agony as another dose of high current tore through her ass and radiated through her body. Somehow, the electricity was increasing the sensitivity of her clit. And that increase was so good, so shamelessly good! The water in her pussy seemed to boil, but not only from her increased body heat. Ellen had turned Laura s pussy into an oven with that current. She twisted back and forth in her bonds, the hurt turning into a delectable, thrilling sensation. The excitement was building in her. Somehow, the pain, the humiliation, the pressure in her cunt and against her cut were all building toward an end that made the teenager shudder. "That's it, dear, that's it," Ellen said, her voice thickened with lust. She lowered one hand to her own cunt, fucking herself with her fingers as she twisted the dial another notch.
Laura's face was a blur, her lips purple and glistening with spit while her hair splashed like a blonde waterfall over her shuddering shoulders. Her body stretched and yanked against the ropes while the electricity surged wildly into her ass guts. The water bubbled and churned in her cunt, the pain becoming more and more acute while a small series of climaxes teased and tormented the bound teenager. Tiny fingers seemed to squeeze her ass harder and harder as the girl tried to tell Ellen to stop. But no words would come from her mouth. All she could think of was the horrid agony teasing at her ass and thighs while the water in her cunt boiled. Laura tried to fight down the inevitable climax she could sense was building fast in her. Nothing could stop it. It was like trying to stop an avalanche with a wall of straw! She churned her hips upward a little more, screaming and screaming while the electricity burned through her bowels. "Oh, my God!"
She was cumming, having an anal orgasm, then feeling her cunt start to explode. The current still burned her ass. Ellen rose from the floor quickly, gripping the dildo and unsealing the plastic cup from Laura's cunt. In a flash the now-hot water bubbled out from the girl's pussy in a rush. The sudden expulsion of the liquid and the release of pressure triggered a cuntal climax.
Laura writhed against the ropes, her ass- cheeks dancing while she came long, hard and violently. Her cut throbbed while her cuntal walls slapped together, the muscles itchily milking against one another. Again and again, Laura felt the wash of her climax. It was so powerful she had failed to notice Ellen had switched off the electricity and pulled the wire from her shitter.
She came again, one orgasm feeding on another, making her twist and bounce as if she were having a fit. It was only when several minutes had passed that Laura came down from her high, hanging limply, her heels still well off the floor while her arms remained stretched widely above her head. She thought for a moment she would faint. Oh yes, yes, that would be nice, nice and wonderful! Blacking out would blot out the horror of reality if only for a few blessed moments. "Yes, you've had enough treatment ... for the day," Ellen said, walking to the wall and unfastening the ratchet.
Slowly, she brought the bar down until Laura's feet were level with the floor. It was all the teenager could do to keep her knees from buckling. She felt violated, ashamed. She had had things done to her that were horrible. And yet secretly she had enjoyed them. Worse, she knew Dr. Endicott knew she had had a good time. This was no treatment center. It was a strange kind of brothel Ellen was running for her own pleasure. How could all this have anything to do with making a better person out of her? If nothing else, it showed a dark side to her personality she had never known existed. Wouldn't something like that be better left untouched? "I can see in your eyes you can't understand the methods I use here," Ellen began, unfastening the ties around Laura's wrists, then unbinding the cuffs from around her ankles.
Laura pushed her fingers through her hair, feeling a little stronger now. She inhaled a deep breath, still afraid to move without asking permission from the doctor.
"Why? What good does all this do?" Laura asked, her voice sounding meek. "Do? It will show you, dear, that every pleasure has its price. Some of those prices are very dear, but are worth paying. My job is to instruct you on these, and instruct you on how to pay for them or not, should you decide the fee too dear. That's something too many girl's your age simply know nothing of," Ellen said with an evil smile, putting one hand on the girl's shoulder.
"I don't understand," Laura said, shrugging away from the touch.
Ellen looked darkly at the girl for a moment. "You will. Most do who leave the school. Yes," Ellen said, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head coquettishly to one side while studying the naked girl. "You'll be one of my finest pupils, I think. In the meantime, you'll have to go to your room and dress like the others." Laura dressed quickly, afraid someone might see her half naked and guess what had gone on in that room. It was a stupid feeling, of course. Anyone who worked there could probably guess what Dr. Endicott had done to her. The matron certainly knew, hardly masking her gloating.
Laura's suitcase had been taken to her room.
It's more a cell; she thought the moment she stepped into the tiny, sterile cubicle. There was a small bed, one chair, a small desk, a sink and toilet. In the door at eye level was a small window where the guards, no doubt, could stare in enjoyment while she pissed or took a shit or simply sat on her bed in misery and thought of the soft life that had been taken from her so rudely.
"You won't need those clothes, or this," the matron said, picking up the blue nightie her mother had packed for her and flinging it to the concrete floor. "All our girls dress in the uniform-night and day. You'll use the cotton nightgown at night. Nothing fancy here. You'll be ready for a medical examination in thirty minutes. I'm sure," she added with a sly grin, "Dr. Endicott has taken pains to ensure that you're clean for our medical crew."
Laura blushed furiously, turning from the door and nearly jumping from her skin when it slammed harshly behind her. She stood in front of the bed for a moment, staring at the gray shapeless dress hanging on the wall. It looked like something from a snakepit. The cotton nightgown was soft and comfortable to the feel, but a far cry from the more fashionable things she had worn at home.
She was weak now, enfeebled by the wild treatment she had undergone in Dr. Endicott's private playroom. She would have to steel herself for these "treatments," she knew.
Quickly Laura shed her clothes, folding them neatly and slipping them into the suitcase after having removed all her toiletries. While tidying her room and waiting for the call for her "exam," Laura wondered again where all the girls were. There were the two who had come with her, plus many more here, she knew. How odd it was she hadn't heard any voices except those of a matron or two passing outside her locked door. The thirty minutes had passed quickly. Laura was hoping they had forgotten her and she could have a moment's peace. But that was not to be. Outside the door, she heard the steady clacking of the matron's footsteps, the sound of jiggling keys, and the squeak of the door opening. "The doctor's ready for you now. Come with me. You can hand over your suitcase later. Don't worry," the matron said with an affected bored expression on her face. "You'll get a receipt for everything." Laura walked behind the large tall woman, criss-crossing her arms and rubbing her goose fleshed skin with her fingers. They walked for what seemed like miles, passing closed doors like hers. More than once, Laura wanted to stop and peep into the tiny windows at the tops of the doors, hoping to see another girl just as miserable as she. But the teenager didn't dare fall behind the matron.
When they approached a large green door, the matron slowed, pointing a long skinny finger forward.
"The doctor's office is in there. He's expecting you. When he's through with you, I'll be buzzed. You wait here," she said with a sweeping gesture to a small high-backed wooden bench opposite the door. Laura nodded in acknowledgment, opening the door and stepping into a brightly lit office. In the middle was a long examining table, the kind she had seen in old-fashioned pictures of a doctor's office in the forties and fifties. There were the usual glass-doored cabinets lining the walls, an eye chart pasted opposite her, and a faint smell of disinfectant wafting through the small room. She sat on a wooden chair across from the table and waited, drawing her knees together. In a moment the doctor came in, a tall, well built graying man in his fifties with a robust nature Laura could feel instinctively. He smiled at her, pushing open his long white starched robe and nodding in the direction of the table. "Take off your gown. I'll be with you in a moment," he said, turning from her and opening one of the cabinet doors. Laura did as she was told, draping the shapeless thing over the back of one chair and looking around for the usual white robe they gave you during an exam. There was nothing nearby, however. Doubtless, it was another of their ways to tell her she was under control and not in the free-living outside world.
"You're not ill, are you? From what Dr. Endicott told me a few moments ago, you're quite a healthy young woman," he said, turning and leering at her.
Laura gasped at that look, the same look Ellen had shot her just before just before she had roped her in that awful room! Laura drew back on the table, feeling a ripple of terror make her head start to shake. The doctor had noticed that, and he smiled more broadly. "You can call me Dr. Handley. Jack, actually, but that's not a name I want to hear from you, understand?"
Laura nodded, watching in surprise as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and slipped one into his mouth, lighting it.
"Filthy habit, actually, but one I find useful at times." "Useful?" she gasped, her eyes focusing first on his handsome, cruel face, then on the cigarette he held in his right hand. The smoke curled upward as he walked slowly up to her, that smile still on his face. "Lie on the table," he demanded, taking a puff from the cigarette as Laura did as he commanded. Dr. Handley looked at her, rubbing his groin against the side of the table. "I like girls like you. I think that's why I work here for the relatively low pay. Their bodies- yours, for example-are so tight, taut, ready, inexperienced, waiting for the right man to train them. Do you know what I'm talking about?" He raised his eyebrows, smiling cryptically down at her.
"No," Laura gasped, squirming uncomfortably on the cold table. "Oh, it's of no importance. You'll find out soon enough, no doubt. Ellen's program here's quite good at pointing out things to young girls that they never thought of. You'll see. But right now, we have work to do."
"Work?"
"You know, I like pink nipples. I like them very much," Jack said, his eyes gleaming. Laura didn't like his tone of voice. She even wondered if he was a real doctor when he began hefting her tits slowly from her chest, letting them fall back again.
"You are very well endowed, young lady. You should be proud of your body. It's a good thing to be proud of your body," he said. "And your nipples, they are very beautiful. I prefer them when they're red, however-red and hard, glowing like my cigarette."
"No!" Laura gasped.
"Oh yes, yes," he laughed.
And then slowly, very slowly, Dr. Handley brought the glowing tip of the cigarette to within an inch of the girl's nipple. Looking down with widened eyes, Laura sucked in a deep breath and held it. She shivered, squirming again on the table, watching as he moved the cigarette from one nipple to the other, then chuckled when she gasped as a hot ash dropped onto her tit. Laura lay very still, not daring to move as the doctor let the robe slide off his shoulders. Then be brought the glowing tip of his cigarette closer to her nipple. Horror flooded through the girl as she felt the searing heat burning her nipple. It was starting to hurt her. But deep down inside, the teenager was starting to feel excitement. She felt something happening inside her. Perhaps it was because of the rough treatment she had received from Ellen. The very roughness of that had made her understand that such treatment preceded pleasure. Perhaps somehow her mind accepted the fact that the more someone hurt her, the more enjoyment she would eventually have. But at the moment all she could think of was that cigarette about to burn her. In a moment the doctor dropped the cigarette to her nipple, the pain shooting through her like a million needles. Laura screamed, knocking the cigarette from his hand.
Jack shouted down at her, smacking her face with the back of his hand while crushing the floored cigarette with his heel. "You'll do as I tell you. You'll do as anyone tells you here, understand?" he said calmly, removing his shirt. "Ellen would agree with me."