Chapter 10
Was Kathy a traitor? She didn't think so, although she knew the girls were staring hard at her more than ever.
Lisolette had been taken to the school hospital, gibbering and laughing like a mad woman. They had sedated her, but there was talk she might be sent home.
Even in the closed society of the institution, the girls found out what had happened in Laboratory Number 3 and shied away from Kathy, fearing they would be next. It was a new feeling for the girl, one she had never experienced before. It was power, the power to make another person shrink away from her, that she found a heady intoxicant. Sabrina had "counseled" her once, making her eat out her pussy while she belted the girl harshly across the back. It wasn't all that unpleasant, and Kathy even managed to slip her fingers under her coarse dress and bring herself off at the same time.
It was Jack and Fred who confided that Sabrina was considering making Kathy a kind of matron, or at least an apprentice. Evelyn was, of course, horrified that one of her charges would have the same power as she did. But the woman was assured that, if chosen, Kathy would be part of this new experimental program and if necessary hauled back to her cell to become just like the others.
Kathy felt proud and terrified of this new status, although she kept her feelings to herself. After all, Sabrina had said nothing of it to her.
It was on the third night of the rumor that Jack came to Kathy's cell, opening the door and crooking his finger. She rose from her narrow bed, her eyes cast down modestly, her feet shuffling over the tiled floor. It was a pose she knew the men liked and expected, no matter what was about to happen in the near future.
Shyly, Kathy looked around. There were one or two girls in the hall, each of them escorted by a matron. The girls looked at Kathy with anger and fear, shrinking away from her as if she were Sabrina, herself. The matrons soured when they saw Kathy and Jack, muttering behind their hands as they shoved the girls more severely forward to ease their own frustrations.
But Jack was pushing her along a different corridor now, one that didn't lead to the main office. She was about to object when he shoved her into a smallish room, shutting the door behind them. Kathy remained standing, her heart pounding.
"In the tub," Jack said.
The girl looked around with confusion, her eyes settling of an old, cracked white porcelain bathtub standing to one side of the room. There were some towels and a sink nearby. She thought it was curious they would want her to bathe before seeing Sabrina. But this was a strange place. Quickly, she obeyed, lifting her lithe legs and settling her ass on the cold bathtub base. She shivered.
Jack turned on a faucet, icy water splashing from the nozzle and spattering around the girl's feet. Kathy screamed, the cold water making her heart stop while she jerked back and struck her head against the tub. Bracing her fingers against the curled edges, she tried hauling herself up from the cold water. But Jack was quick, slapping her downward and stunning the girl into submission.
She sank forward, the icy water making her cunt pucker while her feet slipped over the drain. The girl felt her nerves go numb while the water splashed about. Jack kept hitting her, his eyes glittering while he abused her. Grabbing her hair, Jack pushed his cock-bulge against her face, rubbing it and telling her she was the best cock-sucker in the world before flinging her away.
The water stopped. Slowly, it began to warm around her naked body as Jack slipped off his T-shirt, then dropped his trousers.
It was going to be another torture-session, one just like the other ones. Nothing had changed, she thought with despair.
"Back there, baby, back."
He pulled the plug from the tub, letting the water gurgle down. Kathy was shivering with cold, her skin turning a light blue as she drew her knees up against her chin and huddled against the curved back of the old-fashioned bathtub. Jack stood naked in front of her now, his prick hanging limply against his low-hanging balls.
"You're gonna be one of us now, baby. You'll be supervising the girls," he said.
Kathy started forward, her lips opening as she was about to speak. No. It was better that she remain quiet. She didn't want to spoil the delightful surprise. Jack saw her studied hesitation and grinned. It was what he'd wanted.
"Good, very good. You'll be doing real well with us, I can see that. Now," he said, edging up against the tub, "just lean forward on your hands and knees. Yeah, just like that."
Kathy furrowed her forehead, looking up questioningly at the big man and noticing that his prick still remained oddly limp. She had seen that thing big and hard, rodding through her cunt and ass. What was going on? He was leaning forward now, his right thumb and forefinger gently caressing the fat cock-head. A yellow droplet appeared. Then another drop oozed from the piss-slit.
Kathy's eyes widened as she stared wildly up at the big man.
"Call it a kind of baptism. I've got the automatic camera on up there," he said, nodding toward one corner.
Kathy's eyes darted to the right, taking in a small black camera aimed directly at them.
"It's for a kind of archives. Maybe someday you'll dig watchin' it," he said, shaking his prick and letting several hot droplets of piss strike her.
Kathy shrank back, shaking her head while keeping her lips tightly sealed. No. No! It was too horrid to think about! Pissed on!
Reaching forward, Jack grabbed her hair yet again, twisting it around and making the girl shout with pain, her arms flying out to either side of her body. He jerked her forward even more, banging her hips against the tub's rim before flinging her back again. Kathy hit the back of the tub with a thud, feeling she had shattered her spine from the force of that blow.
Jack had her back in that kneeling position again, her head pushed back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders as she looked up and saw a steady yellow stream spurting out from his cock. The piss was already spattering around her knees, gathering in a filthy little pool before running down to the drain. Jack let go of her hair, warning her to stay put while he bent his knees and braced himself against the tub.
He aimed his cock right at her face, letting the warm piss spatter up her long thighs until it was wetting down her bushy blonde cunt-hair.
Kathy shivered in disgust, feeling the warm stinging sensation of his piss on her body. She was a toilet, taking his discharge while she knelt there. He was pissing onto her belly now, the hot piss dribbling down into her cunt. She shook, shuddering with revulsion. Jack was watching her closely, his face a mask of intense concentration and lust while he brought his stream of piss up steadily higher and higher. Kathy winced, feeling his piss sting across her nipples, the horrible smell of the piss wafting up to her nostrils.
She started to cringe back when he moved the piss stream up toward her throat. Jack was ready for that reaction, grabbing her hair and tugging back while shoving his prick forward and forcing the piss into her eyes.
Kathy screamed, tearing open her mouth as the stinging spray threatened to blind her. Jack took advantage of the girl's dismay, sending a stream of piss down her throat. Kathy gagged, coughing and feeling as if she would vomit as the foaming yellow piss; gurgled around her mouth, spilling out over her lips.
He threw her back once more, tiring of the game. Jack had gone dry and left the girl wallowing in his piss. Kathy sobbed quietly, folding one arm over the other and drawing her legs up away from the still-gurgling drain. She could smell herself, smell the awful pungent odor of the stale piss around her. She wanted to vomit, but did her best to keep the bile down.
She abruptly felt another cold flow of icy water splashing over her body. Kathy jerked to attention, pushing back as Jack splashed handfuls of cold water over her. In a few moments, she was clean, blue and shivering there in the tub.
"Here, dry yourself off. Always wanted to do this to you. Thought you'd make a good toilet. Hell," he said, his prick growing stiff now, "you're good for anything we fuckin' throw at you."
Kathy wiped herself dry, stepping uncertainly from the tub. Just when she had finished drying her legs, the door opened and Ms. DuPont stepped in. She had a khaki uniform with her, similar to the ones worn by the matrons.
"Here. I see Jack has initiated you, in his own way," she said with a shrug, eyeing the tub only for a moment. "You'll have your first charge-here!"
As she put on the clean, starched uniform, Kathy watched as Evelyn pushed in the sobbing Lisolette, looking little different from when they had pulled her shrieking from the electric chair. She looked shabby, her hair twisted and dirty, her tits full and pendulous while the nipples seemed to beg for a mouth to suck on them.
They hadn't bothered dressing her-something Kathy would tend to. After all, it wasn't seemly for one of the girls to be seen wandering about the school halls this way. That was for the laboratories and rooms like these. As she buttoned the top button of her shirt, Kathy looked at the tub and wondered if Lisolette would enjoy squatting in the sewer. Jack was dry, however, and Fred wasn't around.
"Oh, do as you see fit with her," Sabrina instructed. "And remember, we'll be watching you all the time. You could wind back up in the rooms if you slip."
Kathy looked hard at Lisolette. The heat in her cunt rose to a feverish pitch. She forgot all the weeks of humiliation, the degradation that had nearly stripped her of her sanity. She reveled in the idea that this sniveling bitch was going to be under her command.
"Take her to Laboratory Three!" Kathy snapped. "And tie her up. I'll be there to instruct her."
"No, Kathy!" Lisolette cried.
Kathy watched grimly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Lisolette's strangled moans would become moans of passion. Kathy would see to it. She would give the girl the same vision she had. She knew now how she would live her life.
Passing Sabrina, Kathy felt herself grow at least three inches in her own self-esteem. Never, never would she be sick and weak again. They had taught her how to be strong. And now, whip in hand, she would pass that lesson on to Lisolette-and indeed any one who came in her charge. How good this stay in school was going to be, after all!