Chapter 5
"In here?"
She found herself staring at an aid-fashioned bathtub, the legs badly cracked and sagging.
"In there. . . unless you want to go back to the table. I can always put the ropes back on. I've even taken off the screws on your nipples and cunt lips. But they..."
"No! No!"
"Then, step inside."
Laura looked at the tub, then gripped the rounded porcelain sides and stepped in. She shuddered, the cold surface making her shiver at the touch. She turned around, looking quizzically at the doctor, who motioned her to sit. Obeying him, Laura lowered herself gingerly into the cold tub, shuddering at the touch of her ass against the porcelain. Jack climbed in, his cock starting to grow stiff again. The girl watched as he fought the stiffness down, obviously not wanting to get hard just yet. He covered a watery belch with his palm once more and waited.
Before long, the awful piss started to bubble up to his piss-slit once again.
"Oh no, no," the girl murmured, drawing back as he positioned himself, his legs apart on either side of her heaving belly. "Open your mouth."
When Laura refused, the doctor bent down, placing his thumb and forefinger on either side of her mouth and pressing down hard. The pain was excruciating. She shouted, her back slamming against the rear of the tub.
Then she saw the stream starting up once more. Submitting yet again, Laura closed her eyes and sucked in deep, panting breaths. With each gasp, her tits rose and slapped together. How sore her nipples were! How she wanted to get back to her cell and curl up on the cot.
"Now, look up at me."
Laura obeyed again. The piss started. Jack directed the stream onto her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes. "Uhhhh!" she grunted, shaking her head, waving her hands in front of her face.
Dr. Handley knocked her hands away with a curse, moving the stream around to her belly then back up to her nipples. The awful stink spread all around her. The heated urine splashed all around her. It seemed to be everywhere at once. Laura couldn't run from it. She banged her head against the side of the tub, gagging, putting one hand on her mouth to keep from vomiting.
What was worse was the awful way her cunt was reacting to this degradation. Her clit was swollen to the bursting point, her pussy hot, throbbing, singed with sexual heat as if the doctor were fucking her all over again.
Jack grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pulling her up against him. When she tried to close her mouth again, he slapped it open, threatening to shatter her jaw if she tried to do that again. Squatting there, her mouth open, she drank the awful piss. Swallowing, she choked again. At least, the girl thought, she wasn't being struck any longer. He had moved back, directing the stream of piss at her face, then down to her cunt, only to spray her sore nipples once again with the stinking piss. Her cut seemed to curl from the heat, aching with the strain of another oncoming climax. Just as he went dry, she felt orgasm hit her pussy. Throwing her head back, Laura let out a scream, whipping her hips from side to side. There could be no disguising what she felt now as her eyes screwed into a squint, her hands cupping her cunt while she peeled back the cunt lips with her thumbs.
"Let me."
Bracing himself against the tub, Dr. Handley raised one foot, guiding his big toe into her cunt. Through the red mist fogging her brain, she saw his cock hard, jerking, ready to fire his cum load at her. His eyes were shut while he breathed rapidly, his neck muscles quivering. "Now, for the finish," he said, his voice choked, his face red and distorted like that of a madman.
Laura was terrified. Even Dr. Endicott in her wildness didn't have this same abandoned look. If he had run her through with a rusty knife, she wouldn't have been surprised at all. Everything was so bizarre, for the moment Laura had forgotten what "normal" was. It was then she could hear his stomach gurgling. He blew out a breath of air, then belched. He assumed the same hands-on-hips pose she had seen while he squatted over her belly. He was almost one foot away from her when she saw the black hairs lining his ass crack. Bracing both palms on the tub's sides to keep from slipping on the piss coating the tub, he bent lower. She smelled him then knew what was about to happen.
"No! No!"
Once more fear and anger swelled. But her rage wasn't enough to make her resist. Fear and self-hatred racked her, made her stay quiet as he stretched.
"You are shit, and that's what you'll find you'll get from me," he said hatefully.
Her belly muscles tensed as the first blobs of brown shit fell. The splotting sounds echoed deep into her belly as the girl gagged, started to climb from the tub, then slipped back into that open sewer as more slut spattered onto her belly.
It was then she could see that he was cunning. The hot jizz dripped along the inner side of his knee and mingled with the piss, and with the semi-solid shit that continued to spew from his asshole. It was the ultimate degradation. Laura felt sickened, and yet oddly impervious to it all.
As the last of his shit fell, Jack slapped his prick, wheeled around and flung himself onto her belly, guiding her hand to his cock and ordering her to slide it into her pussy. He had her wrap her legs around his hips, drawing him to her. Rocking back, she felt her ass slide on the mixed waste under her. The odor was strong enough to make anyone else sick, she thought. But Laura wasn't sick. He thrashed her around, covering the walls of the tub with the mixture of piss and shit. And as he came again, she felt her cunt explode a second time with a power that frightened her. "Uhhh... huhhhhhhh!"
The world blew to pieces for Laura, who was unaware of the filth around her as she came and came and came. It wasn't until he finally pulled himself from her and climbed from the tub that the full impact of the horror she'd been a part of hit her.
"Ohhh, please, let me up, let me clean myself," she begged between the heaving gags that racked her young body.
"You wait until I do."
He left her there in the shit and piss, going into the small metal shower stall some five feet away. The time she waited seemed like an eternity, the foul odor of the mixture sloshing around under her growing stronger with each passing second. When he had finished, he motioned for her to get up and clean herself. For Laura, it was a blessing, leaving that stinking horror behind her and standing under the warm cleansing water. She could have remained there for days, but then she thought of the doctor and the school around her and knew that wasn't possible. She knew, at least, that the doctor was probably finished with her for the moment. Struggling against the thoughts that came to her and accused her of foul perversion, Laura turned off the water and stepped from the stall, surprised now to see a girl somewhat younger than her standing in the doorway and looking with horror at the fouled tub. Dr. Handley was partially dressed and explaining to the girl that she had to scrub it clean.
"And you can find the materials in the back here," he said, indicating a small white cabinet to the left of the tub. Laura looked at the girl and flushed beet red. They both knew what had happened in here, she thought. And yet there was no accusation in the other girl's eyes. There was only the submission of a dumb, mute animal as she turned, bent, and began pulling out the cleanser and brushes from the cabinet.
"I've called the matron. Put on your uniform," he said, leading Laura from the small room back to the larger one. "You'll have dinner tonight, then begin your rehabilitation program tomorrow. I think you'll do just fine here at the manor. Dr. Endicott, I know, has high expectations for you." Laura was mystified by his attitude. Just a while earlier, they had been performing unspeakable acts. And yet now he was talking to her as if they had just finished lunch. Lowering her eyes, Laura preferred not to look back at him, taking her seat and trying not to listen to the coughing gags of the girl cleaning up the mess.
"This way. You'll have to hurry. Dinner's already started," the tall woman said, motioning with a rigid hand gesture for Laura to rise. She moved quickly, glad to be out of the doctor's office. Once in the corridor, Laura saw several girls being ushered about by similar matrons-all unsmiling, severe, wearing white clinging uniforms that accented their cruelty. Shuffling in front of the matron, Laura soon came upon the dining hall, a cheerless white- walled affair with long tables. The girls ate quietly, their eyes always lowered after having served themselves from the cafeteria line. Surprisingly, Laura found the meal not only nourishing but tasty, as well. Apparently Dr. Endicott believed that her "treatments" could only work if the girls were healthy enough to endure them. After the evening meal, she and five other girls were ushered into a small room with folding chairs and told to sit. A small portable white screen had been brought in earlier with a projector. In a moment the door slammed shut and the lights dimmed. For the next thirty minutes they were all treated to a film showing alcoholics vomiting in doorways, bag ladies wandering aimlessly in the streets of Los Angeles, whores waving at cars in Hollywood, and finally several shots of dead young girls in the county mortuary. It was an ugly, sickening film that turned Laura's stomach. She could hear some of the girls gasping. But none of them dared hide their eyes. They all knew one of the matrons present was watching them at all times and would chastise them severely for such an indiscretion. At the end of the film, Ellen Endicott walked in, barely acknowledging Laura as she took her place at the front of the room.
"You've all seen what excess can do. There will be more films like this," she said, nodding at the projector. "You've been brought here because of your excesses, whatever they were."
Laura started to object, then quieted, squirming in her seat. "How long you stay here is up to you and your parents, of course. But they've given me considerable freedom in your training and I'm sure won't object if I insist you stay longer than the usual time allowed. You will develop discipline, I assure you," she continued, emphasizing her point by jabbing her fingers at each of them. "The sooner you realize that, the sooner you II leave."
Laura left the room with a sinking heart as she was sure each of them did, walking to her room, then collapsing on her tiny cot and curling into a fetal position. It was only eight-thirty. But it felt as if it were the middle of the night. She was exhausted, drained of strength and of her self-respect. Those two had smashed every image she had had of herself. What kind of people were they? How could they talk about discipline when they let them selves indulge in the wildest kind of sick sex play ever known? Laura pushed those questions out of her mind as she felt herself sinking blessedly into a dark, deep sleep. At least for the moment, she thought, the doctors couldn't touch her. In her sleep, she would find release.
It was still dark when Laura was awakened by sharp knocking at her door. She sat bolt upright, gathering the rough woolen blanket protectively around her chin. Had it been her imagination? No. There it was again. "Get up in there! You've got ten minutes to wash and brush your teeth before breakfast."
Laura turned, switching on the overhead light, then peering up through the bars at the black square above her. Yes, it was still night, she thought, swinging her slender legs over the side of the cot and standing in the middle of her small cell. It must be very early in the morning. Padding to the sink, she splashed water on her face then brushed her teeth, trying to straighten the shapeless dress before the matron arrived. It was hopeless. In another minute she was escorted to breakfast, another tasty but silent, cheerless affair. When she was just finishing her second glass of milk, her matron came up behind her and tugged her chair back. The other girls looked up, then quickly glanced away.
"You've finished. Come with me."
Laura looked at the other girls, silently finishing their meals, their heads bowed low. She wandered how many had endured this. How many, she thought, sliding back and standing behind her chair, had been railroaded into this institution as she had?
"No dallying, or you'll regret it."
Laura shoved the chair under the table, feeling a bolt of resentment flash through her. If the matron had sensed this, she might have been slapped on the spot. Instead, she kept her eyes down, shuffling obediently behind the woman as she led her from the dining hail down several corridors. For a moment Laura thought they would enter the room Dr. Endicott had first tortured her in. She thought about the horrible instrument that had spread her asshole open while that dreadful electrical wire had snaked deep into her bowels.
But no, they were going past that door. Laura sighed with relief, looking nervously about for signs of Dr. Handley. The thought of sloshing around in piss and shit with the handsome older man sickened her. One day was enough of that, she thought, digging her nails into her flesh and still remembering with some pleasure the feel of his cock fucking into her clutching cunt.
"In here."
It was another door leading to another room. Laura stepped in, looking nervously about her. When the door slammed she jumped, wheeling around to find the matron standing like a Nazi commandant in front of the doorway. "Strip. The command shouldn't surprise you. It's time for another treatment," the matron said, a smile snaking across her face. No, Laura wasn't surprised. Quickly she took off her shapeless gown, realizing now why all of them were issued this thing. It was easier to slip in and out of and, God only knows, there were plenty of times that happened.
"I have to get you ready. Stand over there," she said, pointing to a spot on the floor.
Laura moved, looking around and seeing the usual strange instruments of torture hanging on the walls. She still hadn't become used to seeing these things and wondered if she ever would. The matron produced a large brown leather cuff, wrapping it around her left wrist tightly then buckling it until Laura felt her fingers grow icy.
"It's fight to make sure your body won't slip to the floor. A precaution," she said, instructing the girl next to hold the hand high in the air. Looking above her Laura felt a little sick. There was another chain, another pulley assembly to torment her with. The matron lowered it until the hooked end was level with her raised hand. Attaching the two, she pulled the chain back up until Laura was standing on her toes, her hand strained high above her head. The pain in her shoulders was starting up again when the matron left, announcing she would be back later. Laura looked around her. The minutes passed and still no one came in for her. Had they forgotten? Again the thought of being completely alone in here made the girl whimper with fear. That, she felt, was worse than all the degrading pain they could toss at her. When she was about to go out of her mind, Laura heard the door open. She saw Dr. Handley enter, his starched white robe clinging to his sides while that same professional smile crossed his lips.
"Dr. Endicott was going to be here, but she's involved with a. . . difficult student. She asked me to take over," Dr. Handley said, carefully removing his robe and hanging it on a nearby hook. "This was supposed to be your endurance test. I think I'll add a few things. But we'll start in that general direction, in any case."
Laura shuddered, blinking her eyes rapidly, remembering the horror the two of them were involved in the other day. At least, she thought, she had her legs and one hand free. She could attempt some defense of her body.
"Now, perhaps, we'll raise you a little more," he said after examining the girl.
Laura whimpered, feeling the cuff tighten maddeningly around her wrist as Dr. Handley turned the ratchet and raised her body off the floor. She swung there, suspended by one wrist, her feet finally eighteen inches above the concrete. Laura now understood why the wristband was broad. Rope would have cut the skin and stopped circulation completely, especially if she were left like this for some time. Laura started to weep, hot tears welling up in her eyes as the good doctor swung her body gently from side to tide.
"There's more, dear Laura. You don't think I would leave you like this, do you? It's too simple. And after yesterday, we both know you're not a simple girl."
Laura flushed at the reference to the other day, wishing she could forget what she had done. In a moment she felt him fastening a black leather anklet around her right ankle, then another cuff buckled around her left wrist. Jack raised and bent back his victim's leg, fastening the two bands together with a single link. Now the sobbing girl hung from one wrist, her other hand and its opposite ankle joined at her back. Her left foot hung there, kicking from side to side, having no support. Her muscles cramped while her shoulders ached from the pulling weight. Dr. Handley brought out a triangle of wood. It had a broad base that tapered to a rounded point about two inches in diameter. He carefully shoved this under her bare foot. Laura quickly realized that resting her weight on the triangle would be more painful than hanging by her wrist. It was a cruelly tantalizing thing to think through as she swung there from the ceiling, watching as the doctor nodded his approval, then ducked from the room, leaving his robe hanging on the hook. He would be back, Laura knew. Then she started feeling something like excitement rush through her veins as she thought of the possibilities that awaited her.