Chapter 7
"No, no, take it out! Take it out!" The handle of the riding crop hurt much more than the thing Dr. Endicott had shoved up her asshole before Laura kicked out her legs, her body bouncing up and down while she waved her free arm around wildly in the air. Her face flushed beet red while she felt the smooth black leather handle push farther and farther up into her shitter. Gasping, her cheeks puffing out, Laura begged for a mercy she knew she would never get.
"Take it! Take it all! That's what you've been wanting all along, and you're getting it . . . all of it!"
"No, don't want it! Don't want it!"
Laura protested in vain. He was fucking her ass with that horrid thing. Twice she had been fucked by the crop, and twice her body shivered at its touch. Then Jack pulled it out, standing back on the box he had dragged out earlier. She felt his fingers gripping her jutting hipbones, the nails scratching her flesh painfully while his prick rubbed up against her ass cheeks. His riding crop bounced against the red-striped slashes on her ass and thighs.
And then with a sudden piercing pain, she felt the head of his cock pressing against her whipped virgin asshole. Dr. Handley laughed again with a nasty undertone.
"You liked getting fucked with shit and piss all around, and you complain about this? This is nothing."
Still the girl shrieked, the fight ring of her shitter being stretched up into her bowels. Laura felt the ripping, stretching agony all around the outside of her asshole. The scraping of the crop on her thigh was adding to the pain, especially when Dr. Handley dug his fingernails painfully into her sides. "Uhhhhh!"
The pressure against her asshole eased for an instant. Laura gasped, hoping it was over for a moment. Perhaps he thought better of fucking her in the ass. Perhaps he would take her down, stretch her out on the table and fuck her where a woman should have a prick. She pushed outward, tensing her thigh muscles, feeling the tendons ridging against her flesh. It was then she felt the fat, rubbery cock head pushing hard against her shitter once more. It was like having a baseball bat jamming against her asshole. Before she could think twice, the girl felt half his prick head already shoved into her ass.
Laura snapped her head back and screamed to the ceiling. The pain was awful, making every nerve ending in her body stand up and shriek. In her heart of hearts, Laura wanted to feel that long hard cock in her cunt, not in her ass. Consciously, she eased the tight grip of her ass on the cock head, knowing the more relaxed she was the less it would hurt. Jack eased his grip on her hips. She felt his hands crawling up her flesh, reaching up to her beaten, bruised tits. Squirming, Laura moved her ass back toward the hairy belly rubbing up against her lower back. He was moving her from side to side sensuously, rubbing her ass up against his belly while slowly fucking his prick into her asshole.
Laura sobbed, her breath catching more than once as she felt the pain reaching higher and higher in her shitter. The brutal fucking she had received from Dr. Endicott with all her instruments was better, she thought, than this!
"Nooooo!"
His prick seemed to go on forever. She thought of that long thick hunk of cock meat. Was it twelve inches? Eight? Fourteen? It was an eternity for her, hanging there, waiting for the madman to shove all of his prick into her ass. And now he had his hands cupping her tits, the fingers cruelly squeezing them, pinching her aching nipples while he fucked into her. There was another push and then the girl felt his fucker sink deeper into her ass guts.
"Oh!"
Laura's arms and legs spasmed, her head snapping from side to side as he started pulling his cock out. Then he fucked it back in. The reversed tugging had made her shudder. And the re-entry made the teenager twist about in her bonds. Biting her lower lip, Laura found she couldn't even cry now. She couldn't do a thing with that constant pushing and shoving of his prick in her ass. The girl moved back toward him, looking for some relief from the obscene sucking in her shit-chute. Jack paused again, then fucked in deeper. Laura screamed, her cunt going into tremors. The folding, slippery ring of her shifter squeezed down onto his prick, making the big man behind her grunt with pleasure. He told her he liked her doing that. He wanted more, pinching her nipples to encourage her to do it again.
Laura could hardly think. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the pain from her tits driving more heat into her crotch. It was more than she had ever felt before in her life! Each new session was bringing out more sexuality in her, more willingness to experience more. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed again and again against his belly as she sought more of that fullness that was threatening to split her ass wide open.
"Yeah, come on, Laura, come on, shove back at me! Fuck it out," Dr.
Handley gasped, reaching down and biting on her neck. Laura screamed, fearing he would bite through her flesh. She shook him off, pushing her ass back, her legs kicking back again while her hand flailed wildly at the thin air in front of her. She hated to admit it to herself, but the sliding of his cock as it fucked deeper in her ass sent fiery thrills burning through her. Laura felt her guts filling with that iron-hard prick. She thought his cock would surely have to stop sooner or later. But the huge cock kept fucking in. His cock felt like an enormous spear impaling her, rodding her, making her rut like a shameless whore in front of this man who was encouraging her to disgrace herself. "Ohhhhh!"
The pressure eased again. Laura felt his belly resting on her ass. That had to be all of it. He had to be in her all the way now! She concentrated on the odd feeling of having something that long and thick and hard and hot in her. It was strange, making her roll her eyes while she felt the throbbing of his prick against her slick ass walls. Then Dr. Handley started to pull out again. She pressed her ass against him, arching her spine. The strange fullness inside her ass was starting to excite her more and more. To her shock, she was starting to milk at that retreating prick, her asshole muscles squeezing tight, trying to keep the thing embedded in her.
Oh, what a whore she was becoming! And they were going to "cure" her of these feelings with this kind of treatment? Laura let out a bitter laugh, tossing her head around, feeling the silky splash of her long blonde hair against her shoulders and tits.
The prick went deeper this time, past where the last killing fuck-stroke had stopped. Laura sucked in a shuddering breath, moaning heavily while the head of his prick went up and up, filling her until she opened her mouth. Laura thought she could feel her belly swelling with cock meat while her clit began throbbing out a rhythm in time to her beating heart. As if he could sense what she wanted and needed, Dr. Handley reached down and slipped two fingers into her cunt. Immediately her pussy went into spasms, the tiny muscles growing tight and itchy, tugging and milking at the inserted fingers.
"Little slut! You scream you don't want me, and yet your cunt's almost pulling my fingers out of joint," he laughed, rubbing the fingernails over her cunt and sending the girl into another series of cries. In and out. In and out. His ass-ripping tempo increased until Laura was panting as heavily as the doctor. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She just wanted that cock to fuck in to her again and again until the wild, golden ball of heat in her ass guts exploded.
"Hard fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she cried, tossing her head about.
"Beg for it! I knew you'd want it! Now beg for my prick!"
"Oh please, please! Harder! Harder!"
The hot friction in her dry ass was wonderful. As the ramming length and speed of the cock-strokes grew, she could feel her pussy simmering more and more for a climax. Heat bit into her cunt, making the tiny trigger spark and smoke. Laura grunted with the effort of trying to keep up with the big man's fucking strokes. The pain that had racked her body had become something else in her mind now, something far bigger, more wonderful than anything she had yet encountered. Her mind went blank. She knew she was being fucked, and fucked hard and fast. She didn't care what happened now in her ass. It was all so wonderful, so totally connected with what was happening in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!"
She was a wild-assed bitch, wanting everything at once! Laura had heard the term before, and it seemed to fit her as she hung there from the ceiling, submitting to the ass-fucking Jack was giving her. His cock pulled out now, sucking her bowels down. Only the cock head stayed in, tugging at the tender lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. Laura groaned, cinching her eyes shut and hunching her ass back and forth in fast, jerky strokes.
"Bitch!"
Jack rammed his big fucker deep into her ass. Laura thought she could feel something tearing deep inside her. That was when she felt the splash of his jizz washing up against her ass walls. He was shooting, sending white-hot streamers of his jizz into her ass guts while clawing and pinching her tits. She felt his teeth against the nape of her neck one more time. Laura went out of control, bouncing around, kicking and clawing and biting and screaming at anything she could. Her ass squeezed tightly at his cum-shooting prick while her curd snapped shut on his fingers. He fucked her pussy hard with his hand, scraping her cuntal lining, tugging at her clit, doing everything he could to make her cum.
"Nooooooo!'
Laura felt the world dropping away from her. Everything went black as she felt her cunt wring tighter, then explode in orgasm. She was cumming, "Yaghghghghgh!"
His prick fucked again and again into her cum-slicked asshole. His fingers played with her tit, with her cunt lips, milking the last ounce of pleasure from her body while the cuff cut deeply into her restrained wrist. How long her climax lasted, Laura didn't know. When it was over and she blinked her weary eyes open, she felt herself being lowered to the floor. In a moment her toes were touching the cold concrete. But the girl just couldn't muster the strength to stand. She collapsed in a heap, lying there while Dr. Handley removed the cuff from her hand and stepped back. "You've done well," he said, his calm returning. Laura pushed the hair from her eyes. How long had she been in here for the session? One hour? Two? More? She had no idea. Turning, she looked at her robe on the floor. Would he let her get dressed? Would there be more. "You can dress now, Laura. I have other duties to attend to. I'll buzz the matron. She knows where to take you next," he said, dressing quickly, then pressing a small black buzzer on the wall. Laura had slipped on the coarse gown and was regaining her breath when a soft but steady knock filled the room. The matron entered, staring at Laura with a smirk more pronounced than she had the other day. They all knew what she was going through. They knew the program here at the manor. Perhaps some of them were even involved in some of the "treatments." It was that knowledge that they were laughing at her that hurt as badly as did the beatings and fuckings. Laura couldn't stare the matron in the eye, lowering her gaze and shuffling miserably from the room.
"You're a very lucky girl, you know that?" the matron said as they walked back down the corridor. Laura didn't answer her. "Many times I've had to carry someone out of his office, and they were in there for a long time. You're adapting to the method here. That's good. Who knows? You might find yourself on the staff someday."
Laura bristled at the idea, though she kept that to herself. On the staff? She would rather rot in hell than come to work here! She would burn this place to the ground with all of them screaming and yelling for mercy someday. That - thought gave her pleasure as she moved quickly in front of the matron, listening to her instructions. "You'll have some free time, more than most girls get at the beginning of their treatment. You can use it creatively here in the library. Don't get any ideas," the matron said, opening a large oaken door and ushering her in. "You're being watched all the time, and the windows are, of course, barred."
The door closed, leaving Laura to herself for the moment. She stood there, staring at the tall shelves filled with leather-bound books. Hesitating for a moment, she approached one shelf and studied the tides. They were all about bondage, pain, other things that made her shudder with both fear and a hidden delight. Looking around nervously, she pulled one out and began thumbing through it. There were dreadful illustrations of men doing terrible things to women. Toward the back, there were photos of women and girls in various positions-strung up from the ceiling, bound in hideous ways, doing things that almost made her gag. She closed the book, feeling her fingers grow icy as she shoved it back into its place. "Enjoying yourself, Laura?"
The teenager wheeled around and saw Dr. Endicott standing in the doorway, her large ring of keys dangling from one of her hands. "The matron said. . . said I could look through these," Laura said hesitantly, backing away a step or two from the severe-looking woman. "And you wasted no time. Good. It shows a healthy interest. Perhaps later on you'll have the time to read some of them. You'll find them mast interesting. As for now," she said, step ping to one side of the opened door, "I want you to come with me."
"But the matron," Laura began to protest in a quivering whimper. "The matron doesn't run the manor. I do," Dr. Endicott snapped. "Now, you'll move along, young lady, and listen to what I say." Laura cast a rueful look back at the books, then folded her hands in front of her and hurried from the room, hearing the door lock with a click behind her. Dr. Endicott tapped her on the shoulder, pushing her lightly forward down the corridor.
They passed several public rooms where she saw some girls working at what appeared to be woodworking projects. In other rooms, she caught glimpses of girls hanging from the ceiling, begging for her to come in and help them. Laura rushed past these doors, hearing her own wailing voice in her head. What could she do? She had her own life to worry about. Her skin had been flayed, as theirs surely would be. She had to endure it. They could, too.
In another moment they were passing Dr. Endicott's office. For a moment she thought they might enter there. But still they walked, turning into a dark, narrow corridor. Laura stumbled several times, pushing her hair from her eyes while doing her best to keep in front of the doctor. "There. Open the door."
It was a small room-extremely narrow, no bigger than a very large closet. Even in the semi darkness, Laura could make out big bolts fastened in the walls. A small four-legged stool was pushed to one side of the room, while four chains hung limply from the ceiling. "You'll learn patience here. You've had a taste of it," Dr. Endicott said, her thin lips curling into that awful smile of hers. "But this will be your true test. Now, I don't have to tell you to remove your dress. That'll be standard from now on, something you'll do automatically unless told otherwise. The punishment will be the whip. Do you understand me, Laura?"
"Good, now do it."
Laura quickly shed her robe, standing there while Dr. Endicott pulled out what appeared to be several cuffs and harness-like strips of leather. Laura knelt on the floor, spreading her knees widely apart as they instructed by the woman. Ellen slipped two large strips of leather around the back of her neck, drawing them down over her tits where a third piece hung down her sternum, connected to the first two by a metal ring. In a moment, Dr. Endicott produced a leather belt, fitting it tightly around her waist, its hooks fastening to the harness encircling her neck. The tension was mild, the feel of leather cool against her flesh. It was the first pleasant sensation she had had in same time. Sighing, Laura looked up and found Dr. Endicott slipping two cuffs around her upper arms. To these as well as to the leather collar around her neck, she fastened the overhead chains, drawing them taut. For a moment, Laura thought the doctor had wanted her to stand. But Ellen kept a firm hand on her shoulders, pushing her back to the cold floor while slipping into the shadows for a moment.
"This will be a true test, Laura. We'll see if you do as well with this as you have with your other ordeals."
It was a hood, a latex hood. Narrowing her eyes, Laura could see there was an inner and outer layer to it, with tiny bladders dangling from the inner one. As Dr. Endicott drew the tight-fitting thing over her head, she made certain the bladders slipped into her nostrils, her mouth, against her eyes, and into her ears. It was like getting a second skin.
The girl panicked, unable to breathe. She rattled her chains, tightening her thighs and starting to rise from the floor. Dr. Endicott slapped her hard across the back of her head, adjusting the hood so that two tiny tubes slipped into her nostrils just to the sides of the small bladders. "Now, we'll see what happens."
There were squeezing sounds. In a second Laura could feel the bladders swelling with air, pressing against all the orifices of her skull. She groaned, jerking her head, trying to escape from the building pressure making her head throb.
"Do you hear me, Laura?" the doctor shouted. She nodded, doing her best not to panic. It was easier to conserve air if she didn't panic.
"Good. The hood is an excellent way to train yourself. Think on your past, Laura. Think on your transgressions. You'll find this extremely beneficial to meditate. I'll be back later for you."