Chapter 8
When Ms. DuPont led Kathy from her small room down the corridor, the teenager knew there would be more for her to endure. But strangely enough, Kathy had discovered she'd been looking forward to another session. During the last few days, she had thought about nothing else but the way the guards had abused her, the way Jack had fucked her.
Even the strange matron made her breath quicken whenever she saw her walking straight-backed down the corridor, seemingly above everyone there. But Kathy knew better. She had seen Sabrina in action, her cunt creaming, her eyes burning with fuck-lust.
Now, following the striking woman, Kathy trembled, wondering what lay ahead for her.
"Some of the girls just can't be trained well here-here or anywhere, I guess," Sabrina began, motioning Kathy to move more quickly.
It was growing darker. Through the cathedral window, Kathy could see the sky growing a more orange and purple while rays over the nearby hills began to fade.
"Your friend Lisolette is one of those. She hasn't been behaving too well lately. Sulking, disobeying small orders, that sort of thing. I could ignore that kind of behavior. After all, Lisolette is not one of the brighter lights here," Sabrina said, her thin lips curling into a smile. "But since she's your friend, that puts her in a different light."
Kathy stopped, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. Was she going to be the cause of someone else's pain? The thought made her feel a little sick.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure she would have experienced the punishment we've got planned, one way or the other. You just precipitated it. Oh, yes, we're here."
Kathy stopped. They were standing in front of a gray door. Above the top molding was a small brass sign that said: "Laboratory Number 3." Kathy shivered. Laboratory! The word suggested all sorts of weird experiments.
Sabrina opened the door and gently pushed her in.
"Lisolette!"
Kathy didn't know why she was so shocked. Sabrina had more or less prepared her to see something awful. She had said something about the French girl's disobedience, although Kathy was sure it was a small infraction.
But this?
They had hung the girl by the wrists from an overhead pulley device, brown leather straps cutting into her wrists. Kathy could see small trickles of blood highlighted against her white flesh. There were nasty, ugly stripes all over her body-fresh stripes, indicating she had been recently whipped. Two large rings pinched into her nipples, distending her big tits so they hung down in two long teardrops against her heaving chest. And to add to the pulling weight of her body, someone had tied two heavy weights to her ankles.
Lisolette looked at Kathy, her eyes wide with terror and agony. She opened her mouth to speak, but could only let out a groan.
At first Kathy saw no one else in the large room. But then, she was too horrified looking at her friend hanging there, her body so tormented from the beating. It was when she saw movement to the right that the girl turned and saw the guard Fred holding a whip. His face was flushed with excitement while he stared at her. Kathy backed away, finding herself bumping into Ms. DuPont.
"You can see Lisolette has not been an ideal visitor here-disobeying the matrons, getting into fights with some of the girls. We even caught her trying to walk from the grounds," Sabrina said, cocking her head to one side and tapping her long fingers against her chin thoughtfully. "That's why I ordered this. It was her stupidity that offended me. Now, you're not such a little fool, are you Kathy?"
"No," the girl said loudly, shaking her head.
"Good. I didn't think so. Perhaps we should teach Lisolette a thing or two. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this, as well. Everything I devise here builds character, and one can always use a little strengthening in that department."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Kathy knew better than to ask. She was certain it had all been worked out earlier. It was when Jack walked in, wiping his hands on his trousers that she saw the plan fall into place. They were all talking to one another, keeping one another advised on the progress of each girl. They were going to gang up on her and Lisolette. They had already worked their way with the French girl, and were about to assault Kathy.
Kathy backed away, eyeing the hapless French teenager, then bolting around Ms. DuPont.
"Fred, you enjoy her," Sabrina said, backing away, then slowly moving up toward Lisolette.
She took the whip from the redhead's hand, nudging Lisolette's stretched tit with the handle, then tapping the leather strips against her ass.
Kathy moved to one side, looking pleadingly at Jack to help her. Surely there had to be some compassion in him. She thought she had glimpsed a glimmer of it at the guard shack. But he did nothing, stifling a yawn with one hand while fishing out a pack of cigarettes with the other. Fred was on her in a second, bringing her down to the floor as she fought against him. It was when she scratched at his face that he turned particularly violent. Scrambling up, he pummeled the girl with opened hands, bringing his right foot down and crashing the toe into Kathy's belly. "Ommmmmfffffff!"
It was extraordinarily painful, that blow making the girl roll over several times while clutching her belly and gagging from the agony. She screamed again, her legs kicking wildly in the air when he grabbed her hair and started pulling her like a sack across the floor.
Kathy twisted and writhed, jerking her arms back and clawing wildly at the offending fingers. She thought she had been singled out for "special" treatment. But that obviously didn't mean she would be handled any more gently. The teenager let out another cry, struggling against the big guard while she felt another slap against her cheek. He was hitting her with a closed list, his knuckles bruising her chin and making her scream with more pain. The sounds of dry smacking told Kathy someone was beating Lisolette once more. And when she heard the girl's shrieks, she knew it for certain.
It was little surprise when Kathy felt Fred tearing off her dress. She had become accustomed to this already. Being stripped naked in front of the guards or matrons was something to be expected. But she wasn't prepared for what followed next. Sabrina had whipped Lisolette until the hanging girl was too pained and exhausted to respond well. Bored, Sabrina called out to the guard and threw back the whip.
"Here, she has more life in her than this one now," Ms. DuPont said with a grin.
Fred laughed, taking the whip and bringing it around to Kathy's face.
"See this, cunt? This is gonna make you look like that piece of shit-meat hangin' over there," Fred said, pushing his face against hers.
Kathy shrank back, covering her nipples with both hands and looking for some sign of pity. Fred gave her no quarter, bringing the whip down to within four inches of her ear. The hissing sound of the leather cutting through the shadows terrified her. She shuffled backward, bending slightly at the waist. "Ow!"
Fred brought the whip down a second time, this time stinging the young girl's ass. Kathy squawked, turning around and starting for the door. Fred jerked the whip around her ankles, curling the leather tightly and pulling, upending the screaming girl. Kathy tumbled to the floor, her tits pillowing under her chest while she reached forward with both hands and started clawing against the cement. The whip came down again and again, hissing and popping against her ass-flesh as she screamed from the pain and still tried to escape. Lisolette was squirming on the ropes, straining from her bound position as she cried and whimpered at the horrid sound of the beating leather.
Kathy cried out again, feeling the knotted leather tips chewing into her thigh. Her legs flew apart instinctively from the hot blow, and she started pissing on herself. Fred took notice and laughed, calling everyone's attention to the frantic teenager.
"She shouldn't soil herself, let alone this room. There's much to teach this little bitch,"
Sabrina said with an imperious tone.
Again the whip bit. Again the heat curled into her pussy like a hot licking tongue, making her knees snap together. Kathy saw it was happening again. Once more she was starting to feel that perverse delight, that joy of sexuality mixed with pain. Again she tried crawling away from it, pulling her body toward the door. But it was growing harder and harder to move. She felt her body coming alive to the cracking of the whip, her heart beating wildly, and her cunt was growing so very hot and tight.
"Uhhhh!"
Fred kicked her in the ribs, forcing her onto her ass, then bringing down the whip in light, stinging strokes near her cunt. He had doubled the instrument, carefully aiming the leather to the right, then to the left of her rising clit. The girl yelped and jerked, her legs kicking out and up while her arms flailed to either side of her body. He was going to ruin her there. He was going to make sure no man or woman could ever enjoy her cunt again.
Kathy shrieked, bringing her hands down and cupping them over the swollen hot musky cunt. Again Fred's blows came, and the girl turned over and flattened herself on her belly once again. She couldn't resist curling her fingers into her puffy hot cunt-meat, stretching her cunt-lips stickily apart and letting her jagged fingernails dig deliciously, painfully into her pussy-meat.
Fred guessed what she was doing and swore more heartily, swinging the whip again and snapping it against her ass.
"Damned slut! She's almost as bad as that one over there," Fred said, shaking the sweat from his face while his buddy calmly lit a cigarette.
"Is it time for the chairs yet?" Jack asked Sabrina, blowing out a long blue stream of smoke.
"No, not yet. Let Fred ... uh, tenderize her a little."
The big red-headed guard was demanding, arrogant and cruel. He had carte blanche and was taking advantage of it. Fred brought one booted foot onto her ass, digging the filthy toe into the hot crack of her ass and rubbing it back and forth until it was pressing against her ass-hole. Kathy squawked, her eyes rounding as she jerked and twitched, crawling like a snake on the ground.
She reached the door, her hands stretching up, every sinew of her body aching and throbbing as she tried to grab hold of the doorknob. Fred brought the whip down against her knuckles, whipping the leather cruelly against her wrists and fingers until the girl thought he had broken every tiny bone in her hand. She crashed screaming to the floor, drawing her hands under her body and feeling as if she would faint at any second.
"Uh, no!"
He was on top of her, his knees digging into the backs of her legs, his prick sliding over her ass-cheeks. He had slipped the whip under her chin and now had it drawn tightly against her throat. Kathy gagged, feeling the leather instrument choking the wind from her while his cock nudged against her ass-hole. Not again! Oh, God in heaven, he was going to fuck her in the ass and strangle her at the same time!
"Man, too much ... uhhhhh!"
She could feel something hot and slimy squirt all over her ass. It was Fred's jizz, gushing out while he slopped his cock in and out of her ass-crack. Each time he came, the big man pulled back on the whip harder, choking more air from the girl. Kathy's eyes bulged out, her nostrils flaring while her lungs burned from lack of oxygen. She tried screaming, but nothing came out. The young girl struggled helplessly under the twisting weight of the guard.
The whip was tightening even more, digging into her flesh as she coughed and gagged. Her tongue slipped out, growing dark and swollen while dots of cold perspiration broke out on her forehead. Kathy felt light and fuzzy, her mind growing dim as the final globs of jizz spattered onto her naked ass. It was then when Fred let loose, sliding the whip from her throat and climbing off the defeated teenager. Kathy drew her knees up into a fetal position, coughing and gagging as she gasped for air to feed her bursting lungs.
"You through gettin' off on the little slut?" Jack asked, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.
He had enjoyed watching Fred attack Kathy. They all had. Even Lisolette seemed oddly calm as she hung there like a piece of meat.
Kathy stared up at the girl and remembered how she had tried accusing her of all sorts of things. In this place, she thought, nothing mattered but yourself. Well, she had learned that well enough, and she would show the others she was a better pupil than they thought.
Jack was lowering Lisolette to the floor now, turning the winch slowly. The girl was obviously glad she was coming down. Her face brightened when they pulled off the weights and clamps from her tits, then unbound the leather straps that cut into her wrists.
"They call this a laboratory for a very good reason, dear," Sabrina began, lifting Kathy from the floor. Kathy tried steadying herself, feeling the unsettling hot dribble of cum down the backs of her thighs. "We use this to experiment with ways to discipline our girls better. We find cases like yours and Lisolette's ideal for an experiment or two. This is something we've worked on."
Sabrina nodded in the direction of two heavy wooden chairs facing one another. Kathy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. She had seen pictures of chairs like that. Electric chairs! She shook her head, looking from one man to the other. Surely they had to be mad, completely insane to do something like this.
"It was in some concentration camp stories, this double electric chair thing," Jack said, nodding in the direction of the first chair.
Sabrina led Kathy quickly in that direction, taking advantage of the girl's confusion and fear.
"No, please, no, don't!"
Fred held her pressed against the chair while Sabrina and Jack deftly slipped the brown leather straps around her wrists and elbows. A small collar draped around her throat, pulling her neck and head tightly against the high back of the electric chair. Jack knelt in front, bringing two larger straps around her ankles and fastening them tightly. She could hardly move, feeling her ass slide on a thin coating of perspiration against the wooden seat.
"No, not clamps! No more clamps! Oh God, no, no, no!"
Kathy moaned and cried, watching as Jack approached her with shiny stainless steel alligator clips, long black wires trailing behind them. It was happening all over again, but this time Lisolette was going to be a player. They had implied that much.
"First, we wire your nipples. You expected that, didn't you?" Jack said with a grin.
Kathy gritted her teeth together, feeling the clamps biting once more into her nipple-flesh. She squirmed her ass against the seat of the chair, crying out with a soft moan when he clamped the left nipple, as well.
Sabrina came back with two small pads.
"These we attach to either side of your forehead," she said softly. "The glue keeps them firmly applied against your skull. Where are the wires?"
Sabrina didn't want to be kept waiting. Jack moved quickly, spreading the girl's thighs and slipping a long thin wire into her pussy. Next came two more clamps, these attached nearly at the root of her clit. Kathy began to perspire heavily, feeling the clamps biting more and more tightly into her body as the seconds ticked by. Fred had Lisolette's arms pinned behind her back, forcing her to watch Kathy and whispering to her that she would be next.
And when Jack had finished with Kathy, the other girl was dragged screaming and protesting to the second chair. Kathy watched with grim satisfaction as she saw Jack, Fred and Sabrina wrestle the girl down and hold her pinned to the wood. Jack did most of the wiring while Fred finished tugging the straps around her ankles, wrists and throat. Lisolette screamed non-stop, struggling wildly against the straps while she jerked her head from right to left.
Jack finished attaching the final clip to her pussy, pushing the wire deeper into her cunt until Lisolette was shrieking.
"Stop her! Oh God, I can't stand this!" Kathy cried out, shaking her head while watching her friend go through hell.
"The electricity will take care of that, and you'll be able to control it. Isn't that going to be fun?"
Control it? What did Sabrina mean? Kathy looked at the mistress for a moment, then felt a flash of power. Perhaps things were turning her way after all.