Chapter 6
Lisolette avoided Kathy for some time. The young teenager wondered if stories had gotten out about her and the matron. The girls didn't particularly like others who were singled out for special treatment. But as it turned out, the young French girl found it difficult to talk about her ordeal, her rape. She remembered bits and parts of the whole affair, especially when one of the guards had ripped her down from the ceiling and raped her.
"I ... I couldn't fight back. He had me on the floor and then ... and then I could do nothing. It was so horrible," Lisolette said, covering her pretty face with both hands.
It was shortly after dinner three days after Kathy had endured the session with Ms. DuPont. She had heard nothing else from the matron, or any of the others for that matter. Lisolette was assigned kitchen duty with Kathy and finally broke her silence. Kathy looked nervously over her shoulder. Yes, the matron was nearby. But she was busy talking with a female guard. The girls could continue their conversation softly, with their backs turned to the two monstrous women.
"I couldn't help you," Kathy confessed, piling the clean dishes on a small wooden rack. She cleaned several pots, noticing one or two of the girls moving behind her like robots. "They had me tied, too."
Kathy remembered that session, remembered it with a feeling bordering on the pleasurable. She sometimes woke up at night drenched in sweat, her cunt hot, swollen and throbbing as she had dreamed of the male guards and how they had hung and beat her. She especially remembered Jack, and that long thick cock of his. How she would love to have that big cock rummaging around her cunt, splitting her open while she bucked and writhed like a bitch in heat.
It was then she knew she was changing, becoming one of them.
Only a few weeks ago she never would have had such vile thoughts. But now ... now Kathy could think of nothing else but violent sex. She dreamed it, breathed it, trembled when thoughts like those drifted across her mind. Staring now at Lisolette she could remember how the teen looked dangling from the ceiling, her tits distended by the wire while her belly rippled as electricity burned through her pussy.
"Is something wrong?" Lisolette asked.
"Uh, no, no, just a headache. That's the least of my problems," Kathy laughed, glancing over her shoulder again and making sure they were still alone.
Lisolette smiled a thin, wan smile, stopping her drying and reaching deep into one of the dress's pockets. She pulled out some candy, forbidden at the school, and handed one to Kathy.
The girl nearly cried out with joy, quickly taking the small sour ball and unwrapping the clear cellophane. She rolled the candy in her mouth and began plotting. It was time she escaped from here. Surely there could be nothing more she could learn from these awful people. They had taught her more than enough to ruin her life. What did she need with more pain and horror?
"Candy, eh? You thought you could hide something like that from me?"
It was the wicked Evelyn cuffing Lisolette, twisting the girl's arm behind her and up until her face blanched with pain. Kathy nearly jumped from her skin, backing away while swallowing the hard sour ball. The matron glanced at her while the other woman rushed quickly to the sloppy sinks. Lisolette was on her hand and knees now, her eyes watery with tears of pain while Evelyn still twisted her wrist up until it was even with her skull. The French girl was down on the floor now, gasping and gurgling with pain, her forehead nearly touching the dirty wet tiles.
"Please, uh ... let me go!"
Kathy started to move forward then stopped. She still couldn't do it, break the mental chain the matron and the others had slipped around her. She was afraid to move, afraid of more pain and possibly imprisonment. But when Evelyn brought down the square heel of her black shoe against the back of Lisolette's head, something snapped in Kathy. Kathy screamed, picking up several of the washed dishes and flinging them against the matron's face.
Evelyn screamed, her face bloodying immediately as she let go of the French girl and staggered back. Some of the other girls screamed as well, watching in disbelief as Kathy picked up three more dishes and smashed them against the matron's skull. But women guards were staggering through the kitchen yelling and screaming, upending tables and chairs and vowing horrible vengeance. Somehow Evelyn managed to get to a nearby guard station, and she pulled the alarm. Immediately, loud clanging filled the room.
Kathy knew they were in for it. She helped the moaning Lisolette to her feet, leaning her against the sink.
In moments, two male guards came rushing in and quickly assessed the situation.
"So, you goddamned dykes aren't all that tough after all," Jack sneered, pushing back his cap and nearly laughing in Evelyn's bloody face.
"You just do your goddamned job!" Evelyn shouted.
Jack grinned, staring at the two trembling girls huddled together like frightened little animals.
"That's gonna be my pleasure," Jack said.
They took Kathy and Lisolette from the kitchen. When the French girl fell down, a guard dragged her by the arm until she scrambled about and regained her balance. Kathy marched ahead grimly as if going to her own execution. They were going back to the guard shack. There was a small group of girls marching in line to the right, shrinking away from the guards as they drew close.
Jack took Kathy to the side, pushing her roughly up the stairs and into the main reception room. He was about to say something when the phone rang. Another guard motioned him to the desk.
"Take her to the lab, and don't let her out until I come back," he ordered.
She was rushed through the big building and through a door she had never seen before. It was a laboratory, a large room with white walls. Shiny tables with stirrups and shackles permanently mounted to them stood in rows in the center. Huge flat reflectors backed light bulbs in the ceiling, making the windowless interior almost as bright as the daylight outside.
Kathy glimpsed a partially opened door with a name on it. She saw a large desk and rows of books. The lamp on the table looked strange. On closer inspection, Kathy saw it was a molded statue of a woman down on her knees being fucked by a stag. She shrank away, rubbing her upper arms briskly with her fingertips. Perhaps this would happen to her now. Perhaps they had put her here in order to fuck her. But why this ... this surgical suite?
Kathy turned and walked back into the bright room. Glass-fronted cases held cruel-looking instruments. But that was nothing new, she thought, sitting on the edge of a table. She had been here long enough to see more than her share of instruments that caused pain.
Looking closely, Kathy noticed that all the whips and devices looked used and lovingly cared for. Kathy's nostrils flared as she looked around a little more. A hand-cranked generator was mounted on one table. Yes, she knew what she was. Sadly, the girl stared about her and recognized all the instruments that had been used on her.
"Put her on the shock table."
Jack had burst in with another guard, Lisolette struggling and weeping and screaming between them. She looked balefully at Kathy as the men stripped off her dress and flung her onto the table. Kathy grimaced as they strapped the teenager like an animal, the iron cuffs holding her wrists and ankles down tightly.
Lisolette knew instinctively what they were going to do. She arched her spine as best she could, banging her skull again and again against the table as they attached two clamps to her cunt and two more to her tits.
Jack was quick this time, his face flushed.
"Ms. DuPont wants to make certain neither of you try this sort of thing again. Hitting those dykes, though they probably deserved it, wasn't the smartest thing you could do."
Jack put the generator between Lisolette's straining legs, clanging the machine hard against the porcelain surface. Lisolette looked down with bulging eyes, her nostrils flaring while her face wrinkled into a mask of sheer animal terror. With a sigh, she collapsed into a faint, her body growing limp. Jack cursed, reaching over with one hand and slapping her viciously until she came to.
When Kathy started to make a move, the redheaded guard Fred held her back, twisting her arms around until she fell to the floor, wincing in pain.
"Now, you'll have to pay the price for that little bit of stupidity there in the kitchen," Jack said to Lisolette.
"Please, God, please, I'll never do it again. It ... it was Kathy's fault! She made me do it. I'm innocent! Kathy made me do it!" she shrieked.
"Lisolette!" Kathy gasped.
Kathy couldn't believe her ears! Her friend was accusing her right in front of these savage men. They would kill her, she thought.
"See what fear of pain does? I've seen this time and again. It's too bad, Lisolette. You probably just lost a friend and gained nothing," Jack said with a rueful smile.
"No, no, she's guilty! I am not! Put her here! Put her on the table and let me go!" Lisolette babbled, jerking her head up and staring wide-eyed at the generator.
Jack ignored the hysterical French girl, gripping the handle of the generator and turning it slowly. A whining, grinding sound filled the small room while Lisolette jerked and writhed like a speared fish. Her mouth was wide open, terrible cries of anguish and agony escaping from her while the big man kept turning the crank again and again. She wept, flinging her head from side to side.
The guard stopped, watching the girl as she finally calmed. Kathy watched, paralyzed by Fred's big hand. She wondered what he would do if his balls were connected to that machine.
"Now, why don't you tell me the truth and admit you were to blame?"
"No, non, non!"
Lisolette's gaze shifted from Kathy to Jack and back to Fred. Kathy weighed the situation carefully. She could struggle and still try to help Lisolette. But the girl was betraying her, accusing her of her own crime so she could get off easily. Kathy felt incredible anger toward her friend.
Jack turned the generator again, Lisolette screaming and shrieking while her legs and arms pulled spasmodically against the heavy restraints.
"Here, you take the handle. You might be able to get more out of her, considering she's accusing you of her own crime."
Kathy smiled as she rose from the floor, shaking off Fred's cruel grip. Moving to the front of the table, she gripped the handle, meeting Lisolette's eyes with her own. The girl stared un-comprehendingly at Kathy, darting her eyes from one man to the other while shaking her head in wild disbelief. Kathy moved the handle experimentally, just a quarter-turn. Lisolette grunted, her head falling back to the table, her spine arching. Kathy looked at the head guard. He smiled almost affectionately at her. Both his hands were behind his back. Kathy squared her shoulders, feeling that anger wash over her once more as she revved the crank twice in a full circle.
Lisolette arched her spine, the strong spasm of her muscles jerking one clip from her cunt-lips. A blue spark jumped to the table as the clip hit. She bucked in the straps again, trying to tear away from the awful pain searing through her tortured body.
Jack leaned across to reconnect the wire. Kathy stepped back, watching as the big man slipped the clamp back onto the girl's pussy-lips, then motioned Kathy to step back and start turning.
She was betraying the other girls, she thought-a prisoner helping the guards. But she was angry with Lisolette. Taking the handle in both hands, she turned again and again, pushing out all guilty thoughts and feeling a hot, sexual feeling throbbing through her loins as she watched the girl jump and twist on the table.
"Eeeiii!"
Lisolette looked as if she might sail right through the ceiling. She strained against the leather straps, her body shuddering while she bucked and jerked crazily on the table. More blue sparks shot into her body as the girl screamed and shouted and yammered incoherently.
It was only when Jack put a restraining hand on Kathy's shoulders that she stopped cranking. Lisolette slumped back to the table with a sickening thud, a wisp of smoke rising from her burned cunt-hair.
"Oui! Yes, yes! I'm guilty, guilty!" Lisolette moaned.
"You see? All it takes it just a little of this," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the generator. "You might even turn out to be quite a matron-not like those dykes, I hope."
Kathy backed away from the generator as if it were a thing of filth, rubbing her fingers briskly over her arms while the other guards led Lisolette away. She could still hear the girl screaming and protesting as they shut the thick door behind them. Kathy leaned against the table while Jack watched her.
Fred returned in a moment.
"Get her on her knees on the table and chain her up."
"No, no! You heard Lisolette. I did nothing. I did nothing!" Kathy cried, backing against one of the big white cabinets.
Denials counted little at the school. She knew well enough not to fight the inevitable as Fred pushed her onto the table, then turned her around until she was on her hands and knees.
"Now we have someone who isn't so ... skittish about the things we do. Right, Kathy?"
Fred slipped the manacles easily about the girl's wrists, leaving her ankles free. Kathy knelt there, feeling the cold porcelain pressing against her knees. Lisolette had lain here only seconds ago, twisting and writhing while electricity bit into her cunt and tits. Kathy eyed the generator nervously.
But Jack didn't seem interested in that anymore. He moved around behind her, examining her well-whipped ass, tracing his fingertips around the welts still obvious on her lightly tanned flesh.
"I see the matron's singled you out for her special treatment. You're better than I thought. Looks like I'll have to give you some of my own before she turns you into one of them," Jack said.
"What? No, no...."
Fred seemed to know what to do, opening his khaki guard shirt and revealing his smooth, well-developed chest. He reached forward, caressing the girl's face while pushing his trousers down. Kathy saw his long skinny prick start to thicken, rising quickly until it was only inches from her mouth. The girl licked her lips, feeling the pressure of his fingertips against her jaw. Already, she knew what was expected of her.
"That's right, baby, ease that dick into your mouth," Fred whispered, his thumbs caressing her lips while he pushed his cock against her face.
Kathy blinked, feeling his wiry cock-bush tickling her nostrils and eyelids. He was toying with her at first, bringing his prick up against her nose and rubbing the drooling prick-head against her eye. Then, backing away slightly, he bent his knees and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Kathy swallowed, feeling the cock-lube oozing from his piss-slit almost immediately while Jack played with her ass and cunt. She wriggled her ass, feeling her ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching while more cock-meat slipped down her throat. Her cheeks puffed out while spit frothed from the corners of her cock-stretched lips.
She felt Fred pumping faster and faster, his leathery balls swinging up against her chin. He pressed harder against her skull, his excitement rising as perspiration dripped from his chin and out from under his thick-muscled arms. He moved his hands back, slapping her shoulders, then drawing his nails over her flesh cruelly, leaving long red marks on her skin. The pain added to the spice of having her cunt played with.
Kathy sighed, moving her head from side to side, feeling that big cock churning around in her mouth. She swallowed more of Fred's pre-cum, feeling him fucking his prick down into her throat.
Jack was climbing onto the table now. They were both going to use her! With a gasp, Kathy realized her virginity was about to be lost.