Chapter 1

Graystone Manor. The name was as forbidding as the tall three-story castle-like building perched atop the small hill.

Kathy Anderson stood in front of the correctional facility clutching her small tan suitcase, still not believing this was happening to her. Grimly, her mother pulled her by the arm, dragging her up the stone steps to the main reception hall. She could hardly remember what had brought her here as she passed through the forbidding doorway and found herself shuffling down a brightly lit corridor. There was the pungent smell of antiseptic that made her nostrils wrinkle while the bright overhead lights made her squint.

Fucking. Her mother had accused her of fucking like a common street slut. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. She had done some petting but that was all. Why were they taking her here, to a place for incorrigibles? Her mother surely had gone off the deep end.

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson? In here."

A pleasant-looking woman met the two of them at the end of the hall, directing Kathy's mother into a comfortable office while stopping the tall, willowy blonde teenager with one hand.

"No, dear, you come with me. Your mother is just signing the final papers for your ... uh, commitment here. I'm afraid your re-training must start today ... now, as a matter-of-fact."

"Now?"

Kathy fought back the tears she felt welling hotly in her eyes. She thought she would have some time, some few moments to say good-bye, although her mother had been cold and unfriendly the past week. She wanted to beg her forgiveness, to tell her she wasn't a bad girl. But the woman was taking her away, dragging her reluctantly down the corridor and giving her a list of instructions she was supposed to learn.

"Now, of course I don't expect you to memorize them instantly. No one does," she said, her voice starting to grow more husky. "But you should learn one or two a day. It will make life easier for you. Now, in here for an examination."

"Exam?"

The young matron pushed Kathy through a small open doorway, taking her suitcase and leaving it in the hall. The girl stepped in farther, crisscrossing her arms and looking around the rather small room nervously. The walls were white, made more brilliant by the bright overhead fluorescent lights.

Blinking nervously, Kathy could see some objects hanging from the walls next to several medical cabinets pressed against the wall. It was only after a few moments that she realized some of these objects looked as if they belonged more in a barn than in a place like this. The matron was behind her, her big hands on her shoulders, turning her around. push her wrists through them.

The girl had little time to object. She stood there, curling her bare toes against the cold concrete floor while Evelyn clamped the cuffs shut and rattled the chains to test their strength.

"What are you going to do?" Kathy asked hesitantly, feeling so naked and exposed and vulnerable.

Evelyn said nothing, moving to the far wall and pushing a small black button. There was the whir of machinery, then Kathy felt the chain tightening and pulling her up from the floor. She let out a sharp cry, feeling her muscles tugging and stretching while her feet swept away from the floor. The weight of her body tugged painfully at her shoulders as she looked down at Evelyn. Why was she doing this to her? What kind of examination was this, anyway?

Kathy let her head fall back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her plump naked ass. How those chains chafed her wrists, rubbing against her skin until the girl thought the awful iron would cut her arms off! She looked down again, seeing a nasty gleam in Evelyn's eyes that made her shiver with horror. Never, ever would she have thought that something like this could

"Now, take off your clothes and stand over there."

Kathy did as she was told, afraid to make a poor impression on this, her first day. The matron seemed pleased with her, nodding as she moved as quickly as she could. Kathy hesitated with her panties, blushing furiously as she slipped her bra off and let her big tits roll out. But the matron was relentless and, gathering her courage, the girl pushed down her panties and stepped from them.

"You may call me Evelyn, Kathy, when I allow you. That's my name. Now please, stretch your arms up ... yes, that's right, up over your head, like that."

Kathy wondered what kind of exam she was going to endure. There had been all sorts in her life, including a pelvic recently when her mother was so sure she had lost her virginity. That, of course, was untrue. Kathy raised her arms high over her head as instructed, feeling her tits pull flat against her heaving upper chest.

Evelyn moved behind her, lowering two iron rings suspended by small chains from the ceiling. Kathy gasped, rolling her eyes up in time to see the matron unsnap the steel cuffs and happen in a correctional facility-especially one her prudish mother had chosen.

"You're surprised? You shouldn't be. Your mother said you enjoyed sex-too much of it, perhaps. Too little discipline." Evelyn sighed. "That's what comes from not having a father all these years. We here at Graystone try to fill that gap. You'll find yourself learning that valuable lesson."

"No, you don't understand, I'm a good girl. There's some awful mistake!" she protested.

But Kathy's objection went unnoticed. She tried adjusting her body, the pulling ache in her shoulders something she had never ever felt before. Her tits jiggled, the pink nipples puckering up and growing stiff with pain and fear while her legs dangled down. Even more nerve-racking was the sense of how vulnerable her virgin cunt was. She had seen Evelyn eyeing her pussy, looking at it with a stare that positively sickened the young girl. She turned her gaze away, preferring to look up at the rusty iron pressing against her wrists. Already, she could feel her fingers growing numb and icy.

"Now, we search. You'd be surprised just what girls try to smuggle in here the first day,"

Evelyn said, her eyes brightening to the task.

Kathy had never been so humiliated in her life! She hung there helpless, her face scarlet as she felt Evelyn spread her ass-cheeks wide apart and stick two fingers in her shitter. The girl's face slackened, her eyes rounding with horror as she felt two fingers screwing around in her bowels, probing deeper and deeper until she could feel the matron's knuckles brushing up against her ass-ring.

"Good, nothing in there. Most girls put goodies there, or up front."

Kathy blanched. Oh God no, not there, not there! She closed her eyes, her chin trembling as a tear escaped from under her long blonde lashes. Evelyn was petting her cunt now, stroking her fine pussy-hairs gently, then sliding one of her fingers up into her cuntal crack. The girl spread her legs apart, her body breaking out in goose bumps as she felt that awful finger snaking up into her hot little fuck-channel. No one had ever touched her there. Even she had felt ill-at-ease when she'd touched her pussy late at night, masturbating in her bed as she fantasized about one or another guy fucking her.

And now this woman, this freak, was petting her pussy, shoving two fingers up into her pussy and touching all those moist pink bumps and hollows! Kathy groaned, her fingers curling into fists and digging into her palms as she hung there helplessly. And when Evelyn started touching her clit with her thumb, stroking the tiny nub until it started to rise and grow warm, Kathy protested.

"No, don't touch me like that! Get away from me, you old dyke!" she cried, her face growing more crimson as the probing continued.

Evelyn froze, her face darkening.

"Most girls object to this kind of search. It's only natural, of course. But I thought you were a girl of more sense. Obviously, you are not," she said with a sigh, pulling her fingers out and bringing them up to her nose.

Kathy felt sick, turning away as the woman drew in the aroma of a fresh, young pussy.

Evelyn turned and walked toward the door. At first the girl thought she would leave her alone with her thoughts, leave her hanging there. Kathy nearly called her back, fearing to be left alone. But then the girl could see Evelyn had no intentions of leaving. She stopped by the far wall where all those strange, frightening-looking instruments hung and tapped one finger against her chin thoughtfully. She smiled, selecting what appeared to be a small riding crop from the hooks.

Kathy drew in a sharp breath, her nostrils flaring as she saw Evelyn turn and slowly walk back to her. She was a severe-looking woman, especially in the way she had her long black hair pulled back and knotted into a bun. But she was attractive enough, her full tits pressing against the bodice of her white uniform. It was when Evelyn drew closer now that the girl could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, pointy, pressing against the starched cotton of her uniform. Evelyn was aroused, and aroused over her!

"I'm sure your father would have given you a good spanking if he'd been alive today. That's what I intend to do now-making up for lost time, of course," Evelyn said with a sly smile.

"What?"

"You're going to be whipped. Ten blows, perhaps? That's a good round number for starters. Right, Kathy?"

"Whipped?"

Kathy could hear her pulse roaring in her ears as she looked around at the unfamiliar room and wondered what new horrors Evelyn would bring her. The woman did nothing for a while, slowly walking around the hanging girl the way a wolf might stalk its prey at first. At times she could feel the woman's hands rubbing against her ass, slipping into her warm sweaty ass-crack, then fingers shoving up into her shitter once again. The young girl let out a gasp, then shut her mouth, grinding her teeth and vowing not to make one sound of protest.

It was when Evelyn touched her pussy a second time that she felt a tremor ripple through her cunt. It was a tickling, tingling kind of feeling that made her muscles tense. She could feel her cunt-lips swelling, touching one another while a hot electric tingling rippled up and down her inner thighs. It was such an odd sensation, one she had never felt before-at least, not this intense. She let out a low sigh, feeling the iron slipping around her wrist.

When the first blow came, it was without warning, one that took the girl's breath away.

Evelyn had brought the crop down hard across her belly, leaving a series of long red marks on either side of the girl's navel.

Kathy screamed, jerking her knees up and snapping her head back. How her tummy burned, burned as if Evelyn had touched her flesh with a red-hot poker. Her eyes blurred with tears while her body jerked and jiggled on the restraining chains. For one mad moment, the girl thought of kicking back at Evelyn, of knocking the woman unconscious with her unbound feet. But then what purpose would that serve? Even if she had succeeded, how would she get down from this position?

Evelyn seemed to guess what Kathy was thinking and smiled even more broadly at the girl's obvious conclusion.

Another blow, this one biting at her right ankle, made Kathy let out another cry.

"No! Oh, God!"

Never, ever had anyone hit her this way! She looked with disbelief and horror at the woman under her holding that leather instrument. The knotted things dangled now like snakes from the handle as Evelyn paused, staring up, wondering where to strike next. She tapped the crop against her thighs, then brought her arm back, swinging the thongs up against the girl's inner thigh.

Kathy jiggled on the chains, clawing up, feeling as if the matron were trying to flay her alive with that riding crop. Evelyn was rubbing the crop against the girl's tits now, letting the cool, smooth leather slide over her nipples until Kathy shivered. She knew the matron enjoyed watching her shiver that way, twist and jerk helplessly while she held all the controls. Kathy closed her eyes, trying to blot out everything as she hung there.

But that touch, that sensation of the leather was doing something to her. She could feel her nipples start to grow longer and thicker, pulsing with the regularity of her heartbeat. Sweat began to ooze out from under her arms, itching where it trickled against her sides.

"Please...."

"Please, what? Let you go? Surely, you know that will be up to me ... when I see fit. Right now, you have much to learn, dear. And I will be your teacher."

Kathy sobbed, biting her lower lip in despair as she let her head droop. Bringing her back to life, Evelyn snapped the whip down and let the leather slice into the girl's right nipple.

"Yaghghghhghhhh!"

Kathy felt as if the woman had torn her tit from her chest. She shook the hair from her eyes, blinking away the hot, stinging tears. And when her body jerked, how those cuffs bit into her wrist flesh! They were like tiny knives biting into her skin, cutting off her circulation as she hung there from the ceiling.

"I think you're starting to enjoy this-a dangerous sign, if there ever was one. I'll have to be more careful in the future," Evelyn said with a musing stare.

"No, don't ... don't hurt me. I'm not enjoying this!" she cried out in protest, shaking her head violently while kicking back at Evelyn helplessly.

The matron smiled broadly, swinging the crop hard across her belly once again, then bringing down the knotted tips against her thighs. Kathy howled, her head snapping from shoulder to shoulder as the hot stinging blows left ugly purple marks on her thigh flesh.

Evelyn brought the crop across and down over her ass a third time, making the girl clench her ass-cheeks. Evelyn concentrated on her ass now, bringing the crop down again and again, letting the leather thongs at times pull her ass-hole out of shape. Kathy bawled and yammered, fearing she would shit all over herself from the agony.

Then the matron moved around and brought the crop down hard just above her clit. Kathy's lips opened, a breath of air escaping from her mouth as she felt a surge of pain in her cunt. It was wild, an incredible feeling of delight she couldn't believe. Another blow, this one directly on her clit, made the girl shriek and jerk. Her muscles knotted and bulged while the matron kept hammering her whip again and again against her body. When she saw Evelyn about to slip the rod into her cunt, the girl drew her legs together protectively.

"No, it won't work!"

Evelyn looked as if she were a mad woman now, her hair coming undone while her face was contorted with lust. The older woman pulled Kathy's thighs roughly apart and jabbed the handle of the crop up in her cunt. Kathy shrieked, throwing her head back while desperately trying to cross her legs over one another. It was horrible, having that thing fucking her virgin pussy!

The girl protested violently, her sharp, piercing cries bouncing off the surrounding walls while Evelyn drew the crop in deeper and deeper. When she finally touched her cherry, Kathy' s screams became more shrill and piercing. No, no, she wasn't going to lose her cherry this way. She wouldn't become a woman this way, fucked for the first time by this inanimate thing.

"No, don't!"

"You really are a virgin. Well, that's quite a surprise. We'll have to reserve a special treatment for you," Evelyn said, withdrawing the awful handle and bringing down the crop several more times.

Kathy thought she would faint from the pain. Evelyn finally tired of the game, throwing the crop down and moving back to the wall. There was that whirring sound again and the sensation of being lowered to the floor. The "examination" was completed-at least, for the time being. Kathy let out a long sigh, crumpling to the floor, unable to stand up while Evelyn removed the cuffs. How would she ever survive this horrid place?