Chapter 2
"Six months?"
Kathy gaped at Sabrina DuPont, the school's chief administrator. She couldn't believe what had just come from the woman's mouth.
"It's the term you and your mother agreed to, isn't it?"
"She never asked me anything!" Kathy cried, clenching her fists.
She stood in that comfortable office she'd seen her mother step into earlier. Now Ms.
DuPont was looking at her with some amusement, tapping one long fingernail against the highly polished top of her oak desk.
"You must have known you would be here longer than a few weeks. This isn't a resort, you know. Your mother-"
"Lied!"
The word came from Kathy's mouth unexpectedly. Ms. DuPont stiffened, standing up behind the desk and moving around to the front. Without warning, she slapped Kathy across the face hard. Kathy nearly fell to the floor from the force of the blow, steadying herself and fighting back the tears of pain and shame.
"You will never, ever criticize an authority figure, especially your mother. Understand?"
Sobbing, drawing one hand across her eyes, Kathy nodded silently.
"Good. Now, we begin. I suppose you never did much around your house. Your mother said you were pampered too much, going to school games and the like while she did all the work. That will change here, and quite a bit. I see the matron has already examined you," Ms. DuPont said, glancing at a wrinkled white sheet on her table. "Good, no contraband. That puts you ahead of some of the girls here, anyway. We'll start your training today. You may clean the lavatories on the second floor." She gave a dismissing wave of the hand. "The matrons will show you where the materials are."
Kathy wanted to stay, to register some protest over her foul treatment. But she could see the interview was over. Stepping into the hall, she felt Evelyn's strong fingers gripping her upper arm, pushing her toward the steps and dragging her upstairs. There was no one on the second floor it seemed, although the halls still sparkled and smelled of the antiseptic prevalent on the first floor.
A second, older matron took charge of Kathy here. She must have been fifty, and she looked strong as an ox.
"I'll take charge here."
She was snappish, barking orders at Kathy as the girl fumbled with the mop, broom and cleaning bucket. The woman seemed to enjoy her terror and clumsiness. Whenever Kathy dropped something, she received a swift kick in the ass. At first she protested, swinging her fists at the woman. But then the matron threatened her with another "examination", this one conducted by her. One look at the guard told her to keep her mouth shut and get to work.
It was foul, filthy. The bathroom hadn't been cleaned in ages. Kathy couldn't believe it. Everything else looked immaculate, almost surgically sterile. Was this bath kept purposely dirty for new girls? Kathy wouldn't have doubted it.
"Uh!"
A dead rat lay on the floor in a pile of muck. Kathy's gorge rose, a sour taste polluting the back of her throat. The matron stiff-armed Kathy between the shoulder blades, shoving her into a row of filthy sinks hanging from the wall. She stumbled farther into the room, the stench of urine stronger.
"No ... oh, God!"
She had never been in so much filth! It was as if she'd fallen into a different universe.
"Get on with it. Drag out the rat and take care of the filth. We're getting overcrowded here and have to open this bathroom in one day."
Kathy couldn't believe it. One day, and just her to clean it? An army wouldn't have been able to accomplish the job. When the matron shouted orders again, Kathy shrank back. The woman seemed to grow ten feet when she cried out, the fury on her face making the room seem all the more threatening.
She bent down, touching the filthy dead animal. Then she gagged, the bile vomiting up while her belly started to churn. She knelt helplessly on the floor, clutching her stomach, vomiting all over the floor. She shook her head, weeping.
"Well, you've got more to clean now," the matron said with disgust, putting one foot against Kathy's head and shoving the girl into her own vomit.
Gagging and retching, the girl managed to get back to her feet and get to a sink. Thank God, the water was still running. She washed off her face and arms, rinsing her mouth as best she could while the matron waited impatiently.
"Move it! This isn't a honeymoon!"
Kathy wept. Her mouth worked, but she couldn't say one word. Her entire body shivered as she leaned against the sink and tried to regain her strength. She dragged herself to the bucket, taking the rat and dumping it into a nearby waste basket before going back to the cleaning materials and filling the bucket with cold water.
She cleaned, cleaned as she had never scrubbed before. They had turned her into a slave. Deliberately, the girl blocked out what was happening to her, working from the door toward the wall where the cabinets were. The clean space fanned out behind her as she worked. The filth and vile smell soon disappeared.
Her knees were starting to hurt. The whip stripes glued the coarse institutional dress to her skin while the girl scrubbed on, her nails shredding in the harsh cleaning solution.
Suddenly, a masculine voice called out to her.
"Hey, baby, you look good bendin' down that way. You huntin' for a fuckin'? "
Kathy stood up, pushing the hair from her eyes. She backed away, the dripping scrub brush still in her hand. Where was that old matron? She seemed to have vanished! In her place was a tall handsome guard-at least, she thought he was a guard. He was dressed like a policeman, his billed cap pushed back over his black hair. But he wasn't wearing a gun.
"Uh, where's ... ? "
"Oh, I told her to get downstairs and get some coffee. Beddingfield-that's her name-always hounds us for coffee and does anything to get an extra cup and a cigarette," he said with a laugh. "But you're not like the other girls they bring in here-hard bitches, real hard."
"Thank you."
"Hey, you might not wanna thank me later. In fact, you might not wanna thank me now," he said, his voice lowering a tone as he closed the door behind him.
Kathy felt her heart skip a beat. She dropped the scrub brush with a little cry, feeling one hand move up to her throat as she stared at the big man. He was handsome-handsome in a way that made her heart flutter and her unplowed cunt wink shut under her panties. Kathy thought about all the stories her mother had told her grotesque tales of young girls who had let their guard down only to be seduced and subsequently ruined.
He was standing there now, not moving a muscle. Then Kathy's eyes dropped and she saw it, the long thick protrusion against his tight-fitting white hospital pants. He was hard, as the boys at school said, hard and aroused-ready to fuck her. A pulse of fear leaped through her throat, and suddenly that awful old matron seemed desirable compared to what obviously lay ahead for her.
"I think Pd better get back to work. The matron-"
"Fuck the matron. And she'd probably like that," he muttered with a grin. "It's the old story, baby. You be nice to me, and I'll see that the girls don't lay into you too hard."
"No!"
Her answer was clear, sharp, almost bitter.
"Well, I thought we were gonna be friends. I was gonna tell you my name-Jack Dennis. But then I guess you don't wanna be friends," he said, his voice low, threatening.
"It's not that," Kathy said, backing down a little while her eyes looked longingly at the locked door. "It's just that I'm afraid of the others and...."
"No need to be."
Jack was measuring her, studying her, wondering if he should make his move. Kathy saw he had only flipped the small brass lock just above the doorknob. If she could flip it back, she could dash into the corridor. Surely he wouldn't dare follow her there-not with the matrons watching so closely. He moved a step toward her, spreading his thick-muscled arms to either side of her body while his lips curled into a broad sardonic smile.
Kathy knew what he was after now, and she shivered. She crouched, her fingers pressing against her lips while her heart began pounding.
Just as he stepped forward, the girl picked up the bucket of powerful disinfectant and flung it into his face, side-stepping the howling guard and rushing toward the door.
"It won't open! God in heaven, it won't open!" she shrieked, tugging wildly at the door, pulling at the knob with all her might.
"Fuckin' bitch!"
She saw him coming at her from behind like a roaring tornado. The first of his many blows came down between her shoulders, nearly splitting the teenager in two and sending her crashing to the floor with a thud. Kathy felt her face being stepped on, the sole of his boot crushing against her cheek while his toe nearly split her skull.
"You think you're so fuckin' clean, huh? How'd you like this to clean you up?" he growled, holding the dripping wire scrub brush in front of her face.
Kathy blinked, twisting her head away as the burning disinfectant trickled into her eyes. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head up. Her lips struck the sides of his boot, cracking and sending a stream of blood down her throat. Kathy screamed, feeling strands of her blonde hair tearing from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse ripped through her throat. He was twisting her around, jerking her back and forth until she became so dizzy she nearly vomited.
Finally, he threw Kathy to the ground, rolling her over while smacking her hard on the ass. She grunted, her knees digging painfully against the floor. She felt his knees pressing against the backs of her legs as he gripped the hem of her dress and jerked it up. She could feel him pulling down her panties, exposing her ass with one giant pull.
"No!" she yelped.
"Nice ass. Somebody's got to it earlier, but that's no surprise around here," he said with a cruel laugh. "No matter. Needs some cleanin' up."
She saw him reach to her right, pushing the brush through the puddle of soapy disinfectant puddling around her shoulders. In another moment the girl felt drops of the stuff dribbling over her bare ass. And then she could feel the stiff stubble of the brush against her ass-cheeks. Jack left it there, then started moving it back and forth in small, circular, scrubbing movements. She cried out, clenching her fists and digging the nails into her palms. How it hurt, feeling that brush cutting into her whipped flesh. The disinfectant was making her skin sting more and more, the powerful acid eating away at her while the wires tore more of her flesh.
Kathy squealed and howled, her fists beating and hammering against the floor while Jack scrubbed the wire brush faster and faster over her naked ass. She thought she could feel the skin peeling away from her ass. The pain was excruciating. Twisting her head around, the girl dug her knees harder against the floor, trying to crawl away.
"You ain't goin' anywhere."
Jack spread her ass-cheeks, jabbing one finger into her shitter sharply and drawing out a cry of surprise and shock from the teenager. He rubbed the brush again through the soapy puddle, then brought it back against her ass-crack. Kathy screamed, her face blanching while her nostrils flared in pain. She stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of her, her tits pillowed against the floor while her fists and toes beat against the floor faster and faster. She thought she would faint from the agony pulsing through her ass. He was scrubbing her ass-hole with that wire brush! She could feel the stiff needles slitting her flesh, the disinfectant burning into her ass-hole.
"Help me! God, oh God! Doesn't somebody around here hear me?"
"Nobody. The room's soundproofed, like most of 'em around here," Jack explained, narrowing his eyes and directing the brush more roughly up and down through her ass-crack.
Kathy felt her clit bunch up, prickling and tingling oddly under the constant attack. She screwed up her face again in pain, unable to catch her breath as the awful brush tore through her ass-hole, dribbling more and more disinfectant into her bowels.
Just when she thought he would rip her apart, Kathy felt him pull the brush out, scooping the disinfectant from her shitter and finally drying her ass-hole with a handkerchief. Sobbing, rubbing the tears from her eyes with her knuckles, the girl thought he would let her up now.
But Jack had other ideas. He reached around and under, stabbing his finger into her cunt and pushing in until the nail touched her cherry. Kathy let out a yelp, her ass flying into the air while her arms shot to either side of her body.
"Damn! Well, I ain't gonna mess with your pussy right now. The matron's gonna want that," he muttered, drawing his hand away. "But your ass-hole's mine."
"What?"
He grabbed her jutting hipbones with both hands, pulling her ass up until the girl was on her knees, her head dangling down between her shoulder blades. Kathy could feel the tug of the elastic waistband of her panties against her knees. She could hear a zipping sound behind her and turned her head just in time to see Jack's prick spring up. Panic rushed through her as she started to crawl forward. He gripped strands of her hair, yanking back, pulling her head back until the girl thought he would snatch her bald.
"No, no, don't ... don't do that to me," she rasped.
"Don't fuck your ass? Fuck, baby, it's gonna be a real trip!"
She was still wet there-wet and greasy, and Jack took advantage of the stinging lubricant as he leaned forward and pressed his cock-head against her shitter. Kathy shrieked, her head snapping back farther. She could feel the tiny muscles tearing around the sides of her ass-hole while his fat prick pushed in, spreading her ass open for the first time.
Kathy puffed out her cheeks, breathing with hoarse, strangled sounds as her muscles quivered. He was fucking her shitter, pushing in his cock-meat, driving his long thick fucker into her ass-guts while holding her captive. The young girl let out another howl, jerking and shivering as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. Her ass-ring flexed, the sphincter pushing out as if his cock were a lump of shit going the wrong direction.
Nothing could stop Jack. He shoved in harder, his prick bending in the middle while his fingernails left long red claw marks on her hips.
"No, no! Owwww ... uhhhh!" He was on top of her like a stag mating with its mare in the woods, fucking his cock all the way into her ass-hole while his fingers grabbed and pulled and pinched at her flesh. He was fucking all the way in now, his knees nearly picking her up from the floor while he jerked his hips from left to right, stirring his prick inside her ass-guts.
"Man, tight, baby, tight ... uhhhh!"
It wasn't long before Kathy felt something hot and wet blasting into her shitter.
She cried out, nearly fainting from degradation as she realized he was cumming in her ass. It was like getting a hot enema as more and more jizz spattered into her ass-hole, dribbling down the backs of her thighs as her bowels filled with the dreadful cock-cream.
Jack finished, pushing her forward onto the floor as if she were nothing more than a used rag. He left, kicking the bucket so it rolled and banged against the side of her face.
Painfully, the girl rose to her knees, pulling up her stretched, dirty panties and pulling down her dress. She had the rest of the floor of this filthy bathroom to clean. The matron would be angry.
God only knows, she thought, picking up the brush, what would happen to her now!