Chapter 6
It was a terrible punishment. Hours seemed to pass, and still the doctor had not returned. At times Laura would rest her foot on the triangle, taking off some of the weight from her shoulder. But then the pain would be terrible in her arch and she would kick herself free, swinging from the ceiling and feeling the dull ache become sharp in her shoulder. Her muscles knotted painfully, ridging her sweaty flesh while she wept silently and wondered when someone would come in and find her.
When the door opened once more, Laura sighed with relief, almost happy to see Jack Handley enter the roam and lock the door behind him. He looked at her for a moment silently, nodded approvingly, then moved back to the hooks in the wall, removing his shirt and revealing that broad chest she remembered pressing against her tits the other day. He was looking at those horrible things on the wall, his eyes passing from one to the other until he selected a riding crop from the corner. She watched uneasily as he tested its weight, tapping one end lightly against his free hand and appearing satisfied with it. Dr. Handley turned, his blue eyes glistening with excitement as he took in her helpless, hanging body. "So, have you enjoyed yourself? I've heard some of the girls say this has given them a chance to examine themselves, to explore their minds and see what thoughts lay hidden in the corners. But that, I see, hasn't been the case with you, has it?" His voice lilted mockingly while that same sadistic smile crossed his lips.
"No. Please, could you lower this so I can stand? My shoulder's hurting so," she pleaded; using the most begging tone of voice she could muster.
"Rut that's the point, dear. You're supposed to feel the pain. And I've come to increase it."
Laura's heart sank.
She closed her eyes after having given a long, hard glance at the black leather crop. She could guess what was going to happen now. He tapped the weapon rhythmically against one palm, drawing closer and closer to her, watching with pleasure as she shuddered with revulsion. Suddenly it happened. Laura felt the leather smack hard against her belly, cutting into her flesh, taking her breath away. The girl screamed, jerking her head back while kicking free of the pyramid she had been standing on. The triangle overturned with a thud as her body jerked like a puppet on that chain.
Her eyes opened wide, glistening with tears. She learned never, never to be taken by surprise with pain again.
"Uhhhhh!"
She moaned, panic showing in her face. It was just what Dr. Handley wanted to see.
"Now, that's better. For a while, I thought you might have been one of those smart-ass girls wanting to defy us. It takes that much longer to bring them to heel. And it's a real bother to us, as well." Laura shook her head, her arms and one leg aching. She had pulled around from the latest blow, nearly dislocating her shoulder in the process. The awkward way her wrist and ankle were bound together behind her back added to the agony coursing through her young body. If only he would untie those, she would feel so much better! But Dr. Handley seemed deter mined to keep her bound that way while he worked her over.
"Now, why were you brought here?" he asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"I . . I don't know."
"Liar!"
He raised his voice, his eyes opening wide while he jerked his hand up. The crop came down hard across her left shoulder, the leather bringing up a large red welt while shaking her body to its core. Laura screamed, throwing her head from side to side as the burning wound seemed to sap all her strength and energy from her.
"It's the truth!" she sobbed, looking straight at him. "I didn't do anything, and my mother called you up and sent me here." "You all say that. Whoring, drinking, taking your lives into your hands when you shouldn't. You'll wind upon the streets. That's why you were brought here, if you can't realize it now." "No, no! That's not true!" Laura shot back, not realizing what she was actually saying. Sweat oozed from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her naked tits. Dr. Handley lashed the end of the crop backhanded across her belly, knocking the wind from her lungs. Laura gasped, her ass jerking back while her free leg dangled and kicked about spasmodically. "I saw your file. Dr. Endicott showed it to me. Your mother consigned you to the manor because you were whoring. You were about to fuck your boyfriend, right under your mother's roof. Did you think about the consequences?" he shouted, shoving the end of the crop under her chin and jerking her head up. He was nose- to-nose with her now, his eyes narrowing. "Did you think of the shame you would bring to yourself, not to mention to your family if you became pregnant?" "I . . I was careful," Laura sobbed, ashamed her secret was this public. "That's what they all say. Well, we're here to make certain you don't have to worry about that any longer. You'll be careful instinctively." Laura watched as he cocked his right arm, then brought the leather crop slicing down across her left nipple. Laura gasped, her head lolling forward. Her tit tips were still sore from the clamps the doctor had screwed onto them earlier. Now he had slapped the crop over one, the terrible hot pain of the blow the first of many for Laura. After her scream, after the in voluntary spasm that made her Tree leg kick out while she tugged and pulled wildly at the other, the pain still went on and on. It was throbbing like a raw gash with salt water poured over it. She ground her teeth, hating the doctor, hating Ellen, even hating her mother for the moment.
"Now, you see what I'm talking about. Practice your control now, Laura. Think, use your brain, fight against the pain and think of the pleasure that comes from this," Dr. Handley encouraged. "No! You're crazy! You're all crazy here! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Dr. Handley shook his head, the smile still on his lips.
"You'll learn."
Laura wanted to sob out another protest, but saw the crop angling backup again. She strained all her muscles, biting down on her lower lip, trying to ready herself for the next attack. It came with a vengeance, smacking hard against her right tit. For a moment Laura thought he had peeled a narrow strip of flesh from her tit. She could feel something warm and sticky flowing down her ribs. A quick check, however, told her it was only perspiration trickling down her body while the leather crop had only left a long, red ugly mark on her skin.
Dr. Handley looked at her again, licking his lips like a wolf. The twisting body in front of him aroused a lewd gleam. It was somewhere between hatred and lust, a look that terrified the hanging young girl. When he was nearly one foot from her he reached down, grabbing at her cunt and twisting the fine pussy hairs and her cunt lips in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation ached through the girl like a knife slicing down into her belly. Laura snapped her head back, yowling like a gutted cat.
"Eaghghghhghhhhh!"
"Too strong, dear? It's just what you need, I think." He kept twisting his fingers around and around in her crotch, yanking out more pussy hairs, pinching her cunt lips until Laura thought she would faint from the agony. With the crop, he slashed her face, striking her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, her eyes with the leather. Laura shrieked for mercy, trying to keep her face from the blows. But it was impossible. The girl struggled, dragging herself back, kicking her leg out, doing anything she could to keep herself from the beating maniac. He would surely seriously injured her with that awful thing in his hand if he kept this up.
"Uh."
Laura felt her fingers going numb. She screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't remember having heard. The shrill power of her cries rang off the walls, almost drowning out the doctor's awful words. As hard as Laura tried to escape the doctor, she only brought more pain to herself. When she struggled, swinging away from him, the strokes of the crop crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive fit tits. When her legs pulled and twisted, his fingers found a deeper, firmer grip on her clit flesh. Laura knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She thought her pussy was on fire as he kept tormenting her with that awful touch.
The doctor lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt and twisting it around and around. He growled, his words lost in a red rage of lust and fury while the girl wept and shrieked alternately at him. When he brought one hand up to her face again, she bit at it, wanting to sink her teeth into his throat and kill this man who was doing this to her.
But the pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles were arousing her. Laura couldn't tell which was worse: the gruesome excitement of the doctor or her own flashes of lewd heat under the pain throbbing now in her cunt. Soon the battle changed. The doctor still beat at her tits and belly with his crop. But the grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Laura moved her hips a little, still feeling she would like to kill him. But that touch in her pussy was giving her other feelings. Her motions soon slowed.
"Can't get into you so easily this way," he muttered. To her immense relief, Dr. Handley unbuckled the strap holding her left wrist and right ankle together. Her legs straightened, nearly touching the floor now. Laura sighed, moving her leg around, restoring some of the circulation to it. When he moved up to her, she swung her free arm at his face, wanting to smack him, wanting to get back at him even though he had freed her in part.
"Good. A young woman who fights! Spirit can be used in many ways." She didn't want his moralizing now. She wanted; well, Laura didn't know exactly what she wanted. So many new feelings were coursing through her, competing with the more traditional ones that told her she should only feel sickened revulsion at what was going on here. And when Jack Handley pushed his face to her tits and started biting her nipples, she felt the pussy juice running like a river of molten lava in her cant. How she hated herself for this. He could feel her arousal, could feel how hot her pussy was get ting. She still hung there from one arm, her shoulders twisting from side to side while Dr. Handley was feeling her pussy.
Then the doctor pulled back, smacking his lips. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her while he unbuckled his trousers. Laura watched, sickened and aroused as the big man slid his pants down, then stripped completely, revealing once again that thick, long cock that had fucked into her pussy the other day. Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. Laura tried to keep her eyes from the fat prick wagging in front of her. But it was impossible. He knew how cock hungry she could get. He could remember her actions from the other day. Laura groaned, feeling her nipples, sore and throbbing, puckering into stiff points. Her big tits were flattened by the radical extension of her manacled arm. Jack stepped from his trousers, kicking them aside, then reaching down and scratching his cock and balls. Laura groaned, the joints around her shoulders aching more and more. The doctor picked up the crop once more, winding the thong carefully around his wrist. Step ping up toward her, he kept to the side, just in case Laura should have an intention of kicking him in self-defense.
"Uh"
Jack prodded her left tit with the end of the crop. Laura could feel the leather and metal tip press into her tit, just under the nipple. It moved, sending a shiver of sensation fluttering from her nipple to her spine. Laura pressed her toes together, breathing hard, wondering what he would do next. Jack walked in front of her, the tip of the crop trailing across the rich under swell of her tits. His prick wagged with each step he took, exciting Laura, who wondered if he was going to fuck her after this madness was over.
With a quick, savage move, the doctor slashed the crop across both nipples. Laura squealed sharply, then set her jaw. Her tits bounced together after the impact, each vibration sending more pain and heat into her overloaded brain. Her nipple felt as if it might be half ripped from her tit. The muscles of her belly quivered.
Dr. Handley smiled grimly at her. He seemed ready to speak, working his lips against one another. Then he thought better of it, prefer ring to slash an X across her lower belly with the crop. "Ooooooo!" Laura cried out, drawing her legs up until her knees were touching her belly.
The vulnerable muscles under her belly but ton contracted in a spasm of pain, curling her back until her ass cheeks shot forward. Something popped in her shoulder, Laura thought, crying out as loudly as she could. Again the doctor struck, this time under her left kneecap with the middle of the crop. Laura's ankle jerked. He grabbed it, pulling her toward him, then tossing her back like a sack of garbage, twisting her foot away from his belly. Laura screamed, the pulling weight tearing at her wrist. She thought she could feel the fragile bones 'crushing under the stress as her body swung back and forth like a pendulum. She pulled her head back as her tits and belly made contact.
"Nooooooo!"
Her feet were out behind her now. Jack lashed the crop over and over against her sensitive ass, sending incredible pain up her ankles and into her spine. Laura thought her entire body was coming apart, torn from its skeleton by this awful man and his riding crop. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, she was met by nothing except crushing agony. And now the arch of her foot was the target. The doctor slowed his strokes, timing them to strike just when Laura didn't expect it. The sensitive flesh of her foot felt as if it were bleeding. Laura thought the whip had crushed the small bones inside. She beat her face back and forth, the motion forcing her dangling body outward toward the crop again. Laura struggled against the big man, wanting to kill him-and yet wanting him to do more to her. It was an odd feeling. The beating slowed for a moment. But then Jack was back in form, flogging at the backs of her knees, her thighs, her ass cheeks. She knew he enjoyed slapping her bare ass with the crop. She could hear his heavy panting each time her ass cheeks jiggled against one another, bouncing and reddening under the dry smacking of the black leather crop. And how hot her ass was! She felt it burning, on fire. Her ass cheeks reddened, heating to a scarlet while the blazing agony of her plump ass radiated to her pussy. "Nice ass, nice cunt," he whispered.
"Stop! Ohhhh, my God!"
Laura felt juice running from her pussy to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes appeared on her ass where the crop cut into her. First huge welts, then meaty-looking gashes appeared as the whip peeled skin from her ass cheeks. Laura yammered for mercy knowing there was none coming. He was concentrating on her ass. But none of her body was safe. Laura clenched her ass cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her shitter. The doctor beat her farther up, slashing the skin around her shoulders. How those stripes across her lower back hurt! Laura thought she would have no skin left. She swung on the shackle, her toes and knees bruised by the leather crop. With complete despair, feeling abandoned by society, Laura let herself dangle, her head fallen back. Her ass cheeks opened.
That was just what the doctor was waiting for. With a long, slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the crop down the valley of her ass crack, distending her asshole, making Laura feel as if someone had dumped burning gasoline into her asshole. "Yaghghhghghghghhh!"
The cutting, hot blow brought her back to life. She jerked on her ropes, screaming and cursing the doctor behind her as she struggled desperately to keep her body away from the maniac behind her. "Fuck it out, Laura. You want something in your ass? The way you've been mincing that thing around, I think you do," he said with a sharp laugh. "No! No!"
The young girl jerked and bounced when Dr. Handley took the crop and shoved the broad handle against her asshole. Her ass muscles were tightening and aching against the intrusion as Jack tried fucking that awful thing deep into her bowels. He shoved it in a little more, making her legs jerk out like those of a frog. Laura jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her jiggling tits while her ass cheeks tensed together. Jack grunted, twisting the crop again, burying at least one inch into her shitter and laughing softly as she screamed in pain.
"Ughhhh!"
Then he yanked it out. Laura screamed again, feeling as if the whole knotted mass of her ass guts were ripped out with it. A twisted, lusty feeling in and around her asshole inflamed her hot little cunt even more.
"No, nooooo!"
Jack moved away from her for a second, dragging a small box up behind her.
He still poked the crop around her cunt and shitter.
Laura cried out, unwilling to let herself fall completely in his power. But then again, the teenager wasn't sure how she could keep herself from surrendering to the big man completely as he fired her up like a blast furnace with his sadism. Both he and Dr. Endicott seemed more than able to find all the dark corners of her mind and exploit them. What, Laura wondered as she hung there ass-fucked by the crop, would be next?