Chapter 3
Kathy wanted to tell someone about what had happened. How her ass ached after that awful fucking she'd endured from Jack's prick. But the matrons certainly weren't going to concern themselves over the--likes of her.
As the days dragged on, the teenager could see the women in charge considered the girls just as so much clay to be molded and hopefully turned into nice, brainwashed girls who would never say "no" to a command again. Kathy resented that kind of training, resented it more and more as she saw some of the other girls around her start to buckle under.
It was when she became whispering friends with another girl-for talking aloud was forbidden-that she discovered more about this school.
"They have special discipline rooms," Lisolette said, her sultry voice pleasantly accented with what Kathy guessed was some French influence. "I've only been here ... oh, you would say three mois ... months, I mean to say. But there are so many stories!" Lisolette glanced around the steamy laundry room where the two worked. "Some of the girls have had to go to hospitals, the discipline has been so strong."
Kathy stirred the dark-gray dresses in the tub, an old-fashioned way of doing laundry and one the head mistress approved of.
"But have any of the girls escaped from here?" Kathy asked, watching as a tall redheaded matron looked severely at the two of them from afar.
"I don't know." Lisolette shrugged, her springy blonde hair bouncing teasingly around her shoulders. "There have been stories about that, too. But it's hard to say. The grounds are not patrolled. But there are devices around here ... electrical ones. And the guards...."
Kathy froze, her eyes studying her newly found friend. She thought she could catch a glimmer of something in her eyes, a dark cloud passing over her bright face. Perhaps she too had been raped by Jack.
"We only worry about today, no? And these dresses, they are so dirty!"
Dirty? Perhaps. But Kathy thought she had spotted traces of blood in the gray woolen material. She gathered up her dress around her shoulders, feeling her tits rubbing against the stiff material. How she hated all this. And there were no classes, no lectures, nothing but drudgery, bad food and little sleep. How had her mother ever heard of a dreary, terrible place like this? It was worse, she was certain, than prison.
"Are you girls talking? I told you, that's against the rules."
It was Evelyn, her malevolent eyes taking in the two girls with one killing sweep. Kathy opened her mouth, about to protest when she felt a slap across her face from the back of Evelyn's hand.
"You know the rules and break them. Little slut! That's what got you in here in the first place."
"Please, Miss Evelyn, I can explain," Lisolette began, drawing her hands together in prayer fashion.
"And you, you little Frenchie whore! I've known that you've been stirring up trouble with your fine French airs. Well," Evelyn said, a cruel smile snaking across her thin lips, "Let's see how you like this!"
"Non!"
Lisolette screamed as Evelyn sank her fingernails into the back of her neck. Kathy backed away, her hands covering her eyes. Still, she was able to see the matron wheel the blonde girl around and push her face down into the scalding water. Lisolette shrieked, her voice gagging and bubbling from the caldron while her hands grabbed onto the rim of the burning kettle. Dirty clothes bubbled and swam around the girl while Evelyn held her head under the hot water. Lisolette's grip was slackening, her knees starting to give way while her body slumped toward the top of the kettle.
"You're killing her!" Kathy screamed, about to rush to her friend's defense.
Evelyn smirked dirtily, pulling the choking, half-drowned French teenager from the caldron and letting her drop with a wet thud to the floor. Kathy ran to Lisolette, kneeling to one side and holding her head while the girl coughed and choked. Her flesh was red, possibly badly burned from the scalding water around her face and neck.
"Let her go. There's no babying around here for anyone, especially one of those kind," Evelyn said, kicking Lisolette harshly.
Kathy knew the matron was trying to provoke her into saying something, something horrible that would bring down the woman's wrath on her head. But the girl refused, biting her tongue in spite of the curses that nearly bubbled from her lips.
After some time, Evelyn's brow furrowed, the matron obviously disappointed Kathy hadn't risen to her bait.
"You'll work on the guards' quarters tonight. They're filthy, by my standards, anyway, and we've got inspectors coming from the state in two days. The men are too lazy, and the head mistress is too soft on them. You and that little slut can work."
"The guards' quarters? No, the men ... they're...."
"Something wrong, missy?" Evelyn said, her eyes widening while that hellish smirk came over her face once more.
"No, no, tonight. We'll be there," Kathy said.
Evelyn smiled with satisfaction, nodding her head affirmatively.
"I'll fetch you shortly after dinner."
Evelyn turned on her heel, giving the other girls a warning glance before returning to her chair. Lisolette was coming around now, coughing and spitting out the vile detergent and filth that had clogged her throat. In a moment she managed to prop herself up on her elbows, thanking the guilty-feeling Kathy for saving her.
The young girl hated to tell Lisolette what was ahead of them. The thought made her sick. But still there was little she could do. They would have to clean the guards' quarters. Thoughts of Jack filtered through her head as she helped Lisolette to her feet. Would he try something tonight? Would he try to fuck her in the ass once more?
That evening, Kathy could hardly eat a bite of the gray slop thrown in front of her. She pushed her fork and spoon through the mess, glancing at Lisolette, who seemed to grow more nervous as the seconds ticked by. Just as the girls were lining up to return the plastic dishes, Evelyn entered the room. A shudder rushed through all the girls as they instinctively pressed against the wall.
But this was no all-inclusive call. She collared Kathy and Lisolette, dragging them from the room with a nasty smirk while the other girls watched with pity.
"I'm a little late. But the cleaning materials are there. The guards know you're coming," she said with a light chortle, shoving the two outside and pushing them toward another building behind the school.
Kathy rubbed her fingers briskly over her upper arms, the coolness of the evening making her skin pucker up in goose flesh. Lisolette looked down at the ground, her arms hugging her body as she walked as slowly as she could.
"So, we've been waiting for this group," a man called out from the porch.
Kathy looked up. No, it wasn't Jack. But the man made her cringe anyway. He was tall, thickly built, smooth-shaven with neatly trimmed blonde hair. Lounging in a T-shirt and shorts, he put down the evening paper and stood up from the chair. Kathy and Lisolette stood at the base of the porch steps, not daring to look.
"They're yours for the next few hours. Put them to work, and get that mess in there cleaned up," Evelyn said, turning and stalking back to the school.
"Dyke bitch. But you girls probably know about that anyway. Inside," he said, nodding toward the doorway.
Kathy moved slowly, terrified of each step she took. The building reeked of stale tobacco, and the interior was a mess. But at least, she thought with some relief, it wasn't the foul filth she had endured in the second-floor bathroom. At first she was going to ask where Jack was. But perhaps he was on duty, and she should be thankful for small favors. The cleaning brushes and mops and buckets were in a small room near the porch.
Lisolette and Kathy went to work quickly, ignoring the men who had begun to gather around the community room to watch them. Kathy could hear obscene comments every now and then as she bent down to clean the floor. Lisolette stayed close to her, dipping her brush in the powerful disinfectant and cleaning the dirty floor while the others watched.
"Well, I'll be...."
It was Jack! Kathy kept on scrubbing, not daring to look up as her long blonde hair curtained her face. Maybe he wouldn't recognize her as the girl he had fucked in the ass.
"Something wrong, man?" the blonde man asked.
"The girl ... that one." Kathy could almost feel his cock up her ass again.
"She's the one I was telling you about. She's the one I fucked in the ass the other day, and man she made me cum till my balls ached!"
Lisolette gasped, dropping her brush and staring at Kathy before recovering and starting her cleaning once more. Kathy felt her eyes burning with tears. She kept cleaning.
"No, get away!"
Someone had jerked her skirt up, exposing her naked ass. When Kathy slapped back, someone slapped her ass-cheeks hard with an open palm, making them jiggle against one another while they reddened with the blow. Lisolette let out a cry, her mouth open while someone tried doing the same thing with her. She jerked forward, accidentally knocking over the bucket and spilling the disinfectant all over the floor.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, pulling her hem down and gathering up her bucket and brush. "I'll have to go and get some more water."
"Hey, no need to work your ass off. We can do that for you," a guard said, blocking Lisolette's exit.
The girl trembled, dropping the bucket and backing away.
"We'll work to clean this shit up for the matron," he said, spitting on the floor in disgust. "But you girls can work for us. It'll be a lot more fun than scrubbing the floor."
"Just ask that one," Jack said, nodding in Kathy's direction.
"He's ... he's lying," Kathy said, feeling her face burning with humiliation.
"Lying, huh?"
Jack strode forward, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her up against him. He held her captive, stepping on her toes until she shrieked with pain while twisting her wrists around and down.
"Now, tell them I'm lying," he said, spitting in her face.
"No, no! It's true, all true!" she cried, her voice cracking from the agony pulsing in her wrists and arms.
"Better."
He shoved her away, another guard catching Kathy in his arms. She struggled, feeling his fingers gathering up her woolen skirt until it was around her waist. The matron refused to give the girls panties, something Kathy regretted especially now. The man was touching her pussy, rubbing the flat of his palm against her cunt while dry-fucking her ass with his cock-bulge. She opened her eyes wide in horror, twisting and turning, pulling away from the man's grip.
They were going to do a gang-bang! Kathy had read about things like that, terrible stories about gangs of men taking one or two women and raping them until they fainted, and even then fucking them one or two more times.
Lisolette started running for the door, banging one leg against the overturned bucket and pitching forward. She tumbled head over heels, her body rolling against the doorway. The men laughed, one of them reaching down and yanking the moaning teenager up from the floor.
"Hey, Frenchie. That's what you are, right? I can tell by the fuckin' accent. Man, wonder if she fucks like a bunnie. All the French do," a tall red-headed guard said, reaching around and slipping one hand under her skirt. Lisolette screamed when he jabbed three fingers into her cunt, twisting them around and biting hard into the nape of her neck.
"Oh, God! I'll tell the matron what you're doing!" Kathy threatened.
"And you don't think she don't know already?" Jack mocked. "Stupid bitch. We'll give you something to make you smarter about this place."
Kathy stood there hesitantly, her eyes darting from man to man, from corner to corner. They had all grown silent-silent and watching, their pricks stiff, their eyes glittering like a pack of wolves stalking their prey.
Lisolette was struggling on the floor now, the guard having topped her and torn half her dress from her. He was trying to kiss her while molding her tits with his hands. When he spread her legs with his knees, Kathy looked away, feeling she had failed her friend.
"Man, man, gonna fuck this bitch!" the guard said, biting the screaming blonde again.
"Hey, Fred, come on. Don't be such a fuckin' animal! We gotta prime these bitches first. Let's go, man, take 'em to the back. Brad, get the generator out, man. We're gonna have a little fun with these two, just like we seen in those fuck-flicks the other night."
Some of the men nodded in approval, their excitement rising considerably as Jack dragged Kathy through the long building, the wailing Lisolette in tow behind. The girl struggled, pulling back when she could, twisting and jerking against the powerful fingers holding her wrist. But Jack wasn't to be dissuaded from his plan. She should have known that from the other day. When he wanted to fuck, he would do it no matter what, even in a foul-smelling, filthy bathroom.
He threw her into a small room, blocking the doorway for a moment while she regained her balance and swept away the long hair blocking her vision.
There were several white cabinets, and a small bench was in the center of the room. Immediately, Kathy caught sight of four leather straps-two mounted at the back of the bench, two mounted at the front-that dangled to the floor. Just above the bench was a set of wooden pulleys suspending four iron rings that dangled about three feet above the bench.
"No, no, let me go!" Lisolette screamed.
The guard called Fred wrestled her against the wall just outside the room and kissed her savagely on the mouth. Lisolette gurgled, her fingers curled into tight fists as she beat them like cotton balls against his chest.
Kathy looked, then covered her ears with both hands as Lisolette's screams pierced the air.
"Get her up there," Jack barked.
Fred pulled away reluctantly, getting one of the other guards to help hold the teenager as they shoved her into the room.
"Kathy, help me! Oh, God, please! They're going to do terrible things to me!" Lisolette wailed.
Kathy made a move forward, then stopped hesitantly, drawing her hands back as Jack threatened her with a clenched fist.
Fred turned Lisolette around, unbuttoning her dress quickly and pulling the rag from her body. The girl screamed while one guard held her and Fred gripped her ankles, sweeping them from the floor. A third unbuckled the iron manacles dangling above the bench, slipping her ankles into the rings, then clamping them shut. As a joke, the guard holding her shoulders dropped the girl, sending her head in a broad arc toward the floor. Lisolette wailed, putting her hands out and breaking the fall as she dangled helplessly from the ceiling. She tensed the muscles in her thighs, pulling herself half up while gripping her ankles with her fingers and raising her head from the floor.
The guards prevented her from doing anything else, Fred gripping her elbows and twisting her about, thrusting her arms through the second set of rings while another guard clamped them down.
Lisolette hung there like a piece of meat, her tits quivering while her spine bowed downward.
She struggled, tears rushing down her cheeks while perspiration dotted her glistening flesh.
"Now your turn, baby."
Jack stripped Kathy, stepping back to admire the girl's naked, trembling body before nodding in the direction of the bench directly under Lisolette. Kathy wasn't sure what would happen next. But with Lisolette dangling there from the chains and manacles, she was certain the two of them would provide entertainment for the guys. And this, she thought, was the correction her mother wanted for her. How she wanted to laugh!