Chapter 8
She knelt there, feeling the pressure of those awful rubber bladders against her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears. She tried to move, but the chains kept her in check. At least, she thought with some relief, they weren't tugging at her shoulders, hurting her the way the others had. Minutes passed. Laura felt panic starting to build around her heart. She managed to get up in a squatting position, pitching forward into darkness and feeling the leather harness jerking her back. She fell, sprawling painfully onto the floor, gasping for air that wasn't there. When she tried to pull the hood from her skull, the chains securing the cuffs to her arms prevented her hands from coming near her face. She thrashed around a little more, realizing the more she threw herself around like that, the more air she was going to need. Forcing herself to calm down, the girl crawled back on her knees and waited, feeling herself sinking into a horrible black isolation. In a moment, she could hear her heart beating as if her ears were pressed to her chest. She knew now what the doctor meant about the isolation, about meditation. Her thoughts returned to her, thoughts about Dr. Endicott, about the way Dr. Handley had abused her, about the girls she had caught brief glimpses of hanging from the ceiling. All this meant something, she thought. But what? Discipline? Self-respect? Wasn't this all a mockery? "Oh!"
The door opened. She could sense someone in the room. Dr. Endicott? Was it time to removed her hood, set her free, perhaps let her return to the library? Hands smoothed down over her arms, callused hands. No, it wasn't Ellen. Dr. Handley? The hands seemed rougher, larger. And when the fingers brushed down over her tits, she realized it was someone else who had entered the, room. Terror knifed through the girl. She was totally helpless, bound hand and foot. Anyone could come in and do what they pleased to her!
"Mmmfmmfmffff!"
"Don't worry, baby. I ain't gonna mess up any of Dr. Endicott's pupils," a male voice said next to her ear.
Laura felt him tugging at her hood, lifting first the outer layer, then skinning off the inner part.
"Ohhhh! Who are you?" she gasped, shaking her hair loose and finding herself eye to eye with a large bulky man. "They've got male guards here too. I saw Dr. Endicott bring you in here. You're new here, right?"
"Yes. My name's Laura," she said, hoping she might make a friend in this dreadful place. Maybe he would let her go. "Nice name. But I'm not interested in knowing it. You've got a nice pussy, Laura-nice pussy and nice tits. I'm gonna really enjoy myself this time. Heard you're pretty spunky, too. Heard that from the doc. Hal here's gonna find out right quick." "What?"
"Don't play dumb," he said, quickly unfastening the chains from her arms and harness and dragging her up.
Laura struggled against him, finding he had the strength of a bear. While he held her with one arm pressed against her belly, he kicked the stool over to her, shoving her down hard onto the seat. Laura shook the hair from her eyes, staring up at him. The cuffs were still on her hands, cuffs he attached to two small eyelets on the back legs of the stool. He bent her back, his fingers wrapped around her throat. "Don't even think of yelling out, or I'll snap that pretty neck of yours with one hand. Bend back."
"I'll . . I'll fall!"
Taking off his belt, he looped it around her waist, then encircled the stool, fixing it like a strap to the girl. Stepping back, he grabbed her right leg, jerking it up and out until her toes brushed against one of the rings Laura had seen earlier when she entered the small, narrow room. Pulling rope from his back pocket, Hal encircled her ankles twice with the line, affixing it to the ring in a double figure eight. He did the same to her other leg, both of them spread wide apart in a broad V while her torso bent back and over the stool. Her hair fanned out behind her, touching the floor. Hal was proud of his handiwork, reaching down and scratching his cock and balls through his white uniform.
"Nice, the way your cunt opens up when your legs are like that. Real inviting, right? You ain't been tapped much since you been here. Not yet, anyway. That's gonna change real fast."
"No! Oh, no!"
Hal undressed, his bulky, hairy body revealed to her in the dim light. When he pushed down his soiled Jockey shorts, she saw an eight-inch monster cock bob up, his bails jiggling with the moves he made. "Nice, huh? Just as good as the doc's got? It's gonna make you feel real nice."
Laura let her torso fall back over the stool, her head dangling toward the floor while her ass dangled dangerously over the front end. She felt him massaging her cunt, rubbing his fingers up and down, feeling the insides of her cunt lips while he caressed her smooth ass cheeks. She wriggled up against the touch, puffing at the cuffs holding her wrists to the stool, secretly enjoying the restraining feeling they gave her. Fighting back a moan, Laura closed her eyes and concentrated on the tongue now licking at her nipples. He was gentle at first, surprisingly so, considering how this manor school was being run. Then his teeth began to bite into the sore tits, chewing into the rubbery nubs and the girl bounced her ass against the stool and screamed in agony.
"Ah, so they've been doing things to your nips, eh? First things they go for," Hal said, squinting his eyes and seeing the marks all around her tits. "But a nice suck-job isn't gonna be that bad. And you better shut up. You keep yellin' that way and I'm gonna have to shut you up. You don't wanna be gagged, do you?"
Laura shook her head, feeling his fingers probing into her pussy, spreading the cunt walls, scratching the hot, tight itch tat was starting to make her pussy wet once more.
"Good," he said.
With a sigh, she let her belly relax as she felt the velvety heat of his prick against her pussy. She needed that feeling, had to have it as she had to have the air she breathed. Laura wanted the warmth of another human being. And if it had to be through this, she would accept it. The cuffs around her wrists added to the heat searing her clit. The tension created by her spread legs made her pussy throb more while her back rubbed painfully against the stool He was draping himself over her, his fingers rubbing up to her tits and covering them, squeezing her sore nipples. He was licking her, lapping up the salty perspiration around her throat while sliding his prick head up against her cunt. Laura could feel the thick juices oozing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his prick head. Her cunt was already hot enough to wink wide, then snap shut on thin air. She had had to deal with that when Dr. Handley fucked her in the ass, using his fingers to satisfy her needy pussy. Hal, she felt, would do better than that.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby, the doc sure knows what the fuck he's yakkin' about."
The big man rolled his hips, his prick shoving up against the top of her cunt mound. At the same time, he tugged at her arms, enjoying the sight of her flesh pressed against the leather cuffs. Laura sighed again, feeling the electric charge seeping through her cunt. She rocked her ass over the stool, feeling her head explode while he directed his cock tip first against one cunt lip, then the other. The tiny pea of her clit railed deliciously under the pressure, her shoulders shuddering against the sliding stool. More heat sliced into her cunt, making the velvety cunt walls drool with juice. Laura wanted to grab at him, hold him fight to her body. But every time she jerked her arms, she felt the restraining cuffs cut into her raw wrists. She groaned with the pain, resigned to lying there helpless on the stool while the big stud worked her over with his tongue and prick. She shivered, feeling his teeth rubbing up against her nipples again. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine.
Hal was squirming over her, trying to slide his prick around without entering yet. He was enjoying teasing her, watching her rut in front of him, her face red with lust while her cunt burned for his prick. Laura let out a low moan. She wanted that cock deep in her. The tease of Dr. Handley had only been an overture. She was ready for the main body now. With a forward thrust of his hips, the big stud centered his stiff cock over her cunt hole, squeezing both her tits at the same time. She felt him starting to penetrate her pussy. With another low moan, the girl let her head fall back.
Hal grunted, shoving forward and up. With a greasy, slippery slide, his prick head popped past the tense ring of her cuntal mouth. He was in her! Oh, God in heaven, he was inside her, pushing down, his prick spearing deep into her body! Laura let out a cry of unspeakable joy, her ass twisting around on the splintery stool while her shoulders shuddered against the rear legs. He was fucking deeper, his tongue licking at her lips, then fucking into her mouth. She thought that if he probed deeply enough his tongue and prick would be meeting somewhere deep in her belly. Laura felt him resting on her, his belly warming hers, his hands pawing her tits, then pinching her belly flesh. The fat cock-knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was stimulating the nerves inside. Laura let out a cry, contracting her cunt muscles, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. He liked that. Even more important, the girl found she liked it. Gasping and groaning, Laura found her body doing more things than she had thought humanly possible. He groaned into her spit-slicked kiss.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Laura whispered, ashamed and yet elated at her daring. She sucked hard, drawing his sensuous lips into her mouth. She could feel the inner edges of his teeth and speared the tip of her tongue into the slick, soft tissues under his tongue. The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move around as much as she could. She tried to lead, and he followed with a perfect rhythm. When she arched her back above the stool, he pulled his prick out until the ridge around the cock- knob tugged at her cunt muscles. Each time Laura curled her spine and tried to lurch up wards, he shoved his cock forward-until their hipbones met and ground together.
"You're hot, baby, real hot. Can't believe you were a virgin just yesterday. Christ! You fuck like you been doin' it off the streets!" Laura loved his dirty mouth! The more he insulted her now, the hotter she got. She forgot about her mother, Dr. Endicott, everyone except this marvelous man who had freed her from the hood and tied her up in this delicious way! Everything that had happened to her before was part of this scene now. Every time Laura curled forward as much as the bonds would allow, she thought there was more of his prick to grind into her. At first, when his hairy belly ground against her cunt mound, the joy-flashes from her cut rose past the wonderful fullness in her cunt hole. As she ground against him some more, Laura felt the long bar of cock meat reaching in deeper, pressing her intestines to one side. Oh, it was so wildly wonderful that a man could do some thing like this to her!
"Uhh-huhhhhhrr"
Laura moaned loudly now, the need for air forcing her to pull her mouth away from his. The big stud somehow managed to put his hands on her ass, sliding his fingers up and digging the nails into her ass cheeks. He forced her rolling hips to meet and take the same heavy rhythm as his cock. The girl could hear herself sobbing. The roar inside her head merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She felt her clit grinding against him, loving the sensation of stretching in the depths of her cunt, the steady beat of his cock head nudging her way down deep. Spit frothed from the corners of her mouth as she felt herself stretching thin. Laura felt herself shivering like a frightened doe with every touch of his prick inside her cunt. She was drip ping sweat, feeling the tug of his cock head while his hands mauled her tits. The young girl wanted to feel the pain of the restraints, the shove of his prick meat, the touch of his hands all at once. She had all of his fat fucker now. Laura moved her ass around as best she could, loving the splintery touch of the stool against her ass cheeks. The mass of sexual tension in her belly was swelling more and more, pressing against her cunt like a huge rock. She felt him dragging his fingernails into her shoulders, drawing her nipples up, creasing them and making them throb even more. Her ass cheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again. It was too beautiful for words.
The young girl hung there awkwardly, her legs spread widely apart and chained to opposite walls-while she had her cunt fed again and again with that fat, thick cock.
"Uh! Uhhhh! Huhhhhh!"
Hal was digging his fingernails into her ass. Laura felt all the nerve endings in those ass globes standing on end, naked to his touch. The stripes from her former whipping flamed with the dripping salty sweat while the insides of her thighs burned and chilled at the same time. More and more cunt juice oozed out, squishing around the fucking prick. Laura felt her body turn into a rubbery, melting mass of fluid while that whirling ball of hunger turned faster.
"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, fuck it out!" he groaned in her ear. Laura didn't have to be told that. She was wild, jerking her body as best she could, feeling her back hurt as she lay there on the squeaking stool. The simmering heat in her cunt began to rise more and more, blasting into her brain, taking away what little self-control the girl had. She could feel her cum starting up between her white shivering legs. She started holding her breath in. A deep, sobbing breath made her cunt feel even more full when the pistoning prick rammed in.
Her cuntal mouth hurt from the friction. The loss of sweat and her thirst made her cant juice start to dry. An angry fire started at the mouth of her fuck-hole. The gathering hot rush in her veins was too strong to stop. She felt her belly bulging with prick meat. This was the best fuck ever, she thought happily, grunting and ramming her cunt down onto his rock-hard fucker.
"Wawhwhwhhhhh!"
It was too powerful for her to stop. Laura had wanted his fucking to go on and on. But the pull of the cuffs around her ankles, the tug of the restraints on her wrist&, the hot itchy ache exploding again and again between her legs was too much. The big climax had started. The hard, heavy jolt of her first contraction set off his prick. Hal shouted down at her, nearly breaking her shoulders as he held on and sent gouts of hot sticky cum splashing into her pussy. Laura yowled more loudly, her knees shaking, her head snapping from side to side as she gulped in air to feed her lungs. Weeping and struggling, she tried tearing her wrists from the restraints. Again, Laura wanted to hold the guy tightly to her as she came on his cock meat. But the restraints held while catastrophic waves ripped from her cunt to every muscle in her body. She bit at thin air while the massive thrusts of his cock seemed to take forever. Laura felt her cuntal walls grip down on his prick at least three times for every wad of jism that shot from his cock-knob.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Laura felt herself become all cunt. She was hot and wet and clenching in every cell of her body. She lost the noises of the room around her. She couldn't hear herself shout, couldn't hear the curses Hal was screaming into her ear as he kept on pumping his cum into her pussy. Her head shot back again while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cunt reaction.
"Yet, baby! Yeah, man! Cut it loose! You're goin' for it!" Laura felt another climax explode just as the first ended. She screamed again, bucking her body up, fucking her cunt onto his softening prick and wanting even more of that cock meat filling her clenching, wet pussy hole.
Yes, yes! It was everything she wanted and more! How she drank in the sensations of being fucked while Hal sucked on her tits, then kissed her long and hard.
When it was over, Laura sagged in her bonds, feeling the cum and cunt juice oozing from her cunt slot and wetting down her thighs. She had been fucked by the hardest, biggest, strongest cock of her young life, she thought, smiling weakly as Hal withdrew his prick from her cunt hole. "That was real good, Missy. You're gonna do alright here at the manor..
Hell, you'll probably exhaust half the staff before you get through."
Hal stumbled around, picking up his clothes and pulling them on quickly. Laura noticed he appeared a little nervous. She thought maybe he wasn't supposed to be in here. She was told this was to be a kind of meditation period. Well, fucking Hal was far from the type of mediation she had thought about. Her suspicions were confirmed when the door opened and Dr. Endicott stood there, her eyes round with surprise, while Hal looked a little sheepish zipping up. One quick look around, and Ellen knew what had happened.
"So, trifling with the patients again, Hal? I know I permit a good deal of latitude where this is concerned," she said, nodding in the direction of Laura. "I find this girl a particularly interesting, special case. In the future, when you find someone tied up and alone, leave them that way. You'll have your chance at so many others."
"Yes, Dr. Endicott," Hal said, deflated by her authority. Obviously relieved he hadn't been dismissed on the spot, Hal hurriedly tucked in his shirt and ducked from the room, leaving the two women alone. Ellen walked slowly around to Laura, brushing the girl's cheek with the back of her hand.
"You're learning quickly, my sweet. We'll see just how quickly in a little while."