Chapter 7
The rack was almost a pleasant relief after the torture that she had been through the previous day. Although her wrists and bruised ankles were bound tightly with rope, then stretched toward opposite ends of the flat device, it was less uncomfortable than the torturous pain of the ants in her cunt and the shattering electricity she had suffered the day before.
Somebody had turned off the current and unbound her from the infernal saddle. She had awakened sometime during the night in the stone cell with the small bed in the center of the floor. Her head was cushioned by a hard feather pillow and, although, she was still naked, she was covered neck to toe by a heavy wool blanket. She didn't even mind its scratchiness as she stretched under it in the darkness, then turned onto her side and promptly went back to sleep.
There was nothing like sheer exhaustion to bring on sleep, and Cindy's body had demanded it as she sank heavily into the mattress.
When she opened her eyes, light was pouring in from the high window in the outside wall. As she flopped onto her back, the rumble in her stomach seemed to demand her immediate attention, and she tried to remember the last time she had eaten. Sometime yesterday, she decided, but couldn't put together the time of day.
She pushed from the bed and found soap and a small basin of water. A cloth lay beside the bowl and she dipped a finger into the water. Not hot, but certainly not cold; someone in the past half-hour must have left it there for her, and she was happy for the chance to scrub the sweat from her body and the dried piss from her cunt and ass.
She began making sure that each inch of her skin was washed thoroughly. All the torture and toil of the previous two days had left her with a stickiness that was hard to wash away. When she had finally accomplished it, she lifted the basin over her head and poured it, washing all of the soap onto the floor.
Even towel-less, her skin had dried by the time Abram walked into the room carrying a wide tray. Surprise after surprise, it wasn't the thick stew of the day before. Scrambled eggs and link sausages with even a glass of milk to wash it down. Perhaps with the return of a normal diet, she might be allowed to begin her classes and settle down into the routine of the school.
With her stomach pleasantly full, Abram led her out, then walked her down three doors to the bathroom nearest to her room.
Blessed be, she thought as she squatted onto the toilet-at least here she wasn't worried about something as simple as taking a piss. The splashing of the water beneath her ass was a reassuring sound.
He had even tossed her another one of the thin cotton gowns before closing the door. After she cleaned between her legs, she lifted the gown over her head and dropped it into place. It certainly wasn't much, she thought, but at least it was something.
She smoothed across the front and reached down to tug at the bottom of the hem in the hope of stretching it, but there was no way to get it completely down to her knees. Giving up on that idea, she glanced into the mirror at her face and decided to scrub it again. When it was dry, she stepped back into the hall.
He didn't return her to her room. Instead, he led her along one more of the dank hallways then down two flights of narrow, steep stairs at the back of the mansion. A large wooden door, at least eight feet tall, creaked inward to reveal a large dungeon.
Glancing about as Abram stood beside her, holding tightly onto one arm, Cindy could see many of the devices that she had only read about or seen in silly horror movies.
One looked like a mummy case but was made from rusted metal with the form of a woman on the front. Iron maiden, she remembered. And something to do with spikes on the inside.
Another set of stocks was placed against a wall, but this set had holes for hands, head and both feet. The other one had been bad enough, this one would be sheer torture, and she hoped that he didn't have it in mind for her.
Chains hung from all of the walls and one set of four short links locked onto shackles far up toward the ceiling. But the chains weren't as scary as the collection of whips placed in a row of wooden holders.
She looked away quickly to a plastic-lined pit set in the floor at the end of the room. It was a ten-foot circle bordered by sections of wood, and Cindy could only guess at the purpose. One table, with high metal stirrups at one end, was pushed head-on into a wall right next to a massive wooden device of ropes and cranks, which took up one whole corner of the massive room. It was to this last piece of equipment that the headmaster finally forced her to and up onto its long narrow bench in the middle between two rising towers at the ends. Ropes from two sides of one tower were looped around her ankles and lines bound her wrists to the other.
It was a medieval rack, she realized when Abram began to tighten first one crank and then the other. Her arms were pulled tightly as she lay on her back. Skin tightened until her armpits were like drums, then Abram turned his attention to her feet. Small handles stretched out her legs until there was tautness in the sides of her crotch, then Abram walked up beside her and trailed sharp fingernails across the drawn skin of her stomach.
"See, it isn't too tight, is it, Miss Cindy Wilkerson?" he asked in a mocking voice. "Of course I haven't even touched the main control that really works this little rack. All I've done so far is to lock you in place. Does that surprise you?"
For a minute, as Abram's hands lay atop the central crank, she was afraid that he was going to turn it and stretch her body even more. But then he apparently decided against it, and he turned and walked from the room.
This isn't too bad, Cindy thought, lifting her body from the table by drawing in her hands and feet. Tentatively, she lowered herself before she finally found a position that took the weight from the stretched muscles across her shoulder blades. If that was all it was going to be, she could lay there for hours and be thankful she wasn't back in the water vat where she would have to worry about being drowned. And it was certainly better than the saddle-like device that almost shocked the shit out of her when she had been forced to piss. Thankfully, her bladder was empty now because she could see how even the rack could give problems there. But even that wouldn't be like shoving the live ends of an extension cord up her pussy and ass. She almost smiled at the thought.
When Abram returned, he was leading a sullen Rudy by a leash that was attached to a leather collar around the boy's neck. Whatever his young assistant had done, it had apparently made his headmaster irate.
The youth was naked and his limp cock drooped like the tail of a cowed dog hanging between its legs.
Without a word to Cindy, Abram pushed his young assistant down onto his back atop the table, then clamped his feet high in the stirrups.
Abram pulled the table away from the wall and rolled it alongside Cindy. He left a couple of feet between them, but squared them up with head across from head.
Cindy glanced across, but Rudy's eyes were locked to the ceiling and he looked sullen as if he was ignoring the fact that she was in the room. Two straps held him locked to the table and clamps confined his heels to the stirrups above. His legs were bent, lifting his ass slightly from the couch, and his loose cock lay draped back over onto his abdomen.
Cindy, too, was in just about as bad a shape on the rack, but she couldn't help but giggle at the discomfort of the boy who had so recently tortured her. Apparently she wasn't the only one who was expected to learn a little something at the school.
"It's time to get down to business," Abram mumbled.
He reached down into the lower compartment of the wooden rack to pull out a long, glistening knife. Cindy's eyes bulged as the knife tip came toward her face, then turned down just a couple of inches from her chin.
The neck of the thin gown gave way to just the flick of his wrist and, but holding one side of the garment tight to give it tension, Abram quickly cut away the front of the cloth. Two quick swipes at the top of her shoulders and the arms of the garment no longer bound it to her.
Abram grabbed one ragged edge of what remained of the gown and ripped it off from Cindy's body. She was now as naked as the boy who lay on the table alongside of her.
Abram stepped back to admire his handiwork.
"Rudy has been a naughty boy," the head- master finally said. "He went and did something yesterday that he wasn't supposed to without permission. But do you think he asked me if it was okay? Not a chance-he just considered himself too big for his britches and, now-as you can see-he doesn't have any britches at all."
Abram began pacing back and forth. "As you might remember from the cattle prod, Cindy," Abram continued, his gleaming eyes bouncing from Cindy's naked body to that of the boy, "electricity is something I have a special interest in. In fact, I'm the only one that's supposed to use it around here. And he took all the surprise out of something that I was going to show you. I still will, but it's not going to be near as much fun since you'll know what the shock can do to your little cunt."
His right hand dropped to the crank on the side of the rack and gave it a small twist. The ropes on her feet tightened and pulled her legs even tauter. The uncomfortable feeling shifted to her shoulders and hips where the sudden strain was pulling at the joints.
"Rudy's going to have to be punished for doing that," he almost purred down into the girl's face. "But you were part of it, too. He strapped you onto that saddle, but you just had to go ahead and take a piss, didn't you? You just couldn't stand to be without the feeling of that warm electricity tickling your cunt."
"No!" Cindy replied desperately. "They knew I had to go to the bathroom when they put me on that thing. I couldn't help having to pee!"
"That's what all the young girls say when they've done something naughty." He chortled and tightened the crank another turn.
This time it wasn't discomfort, but pain that gripped her shoulders and hips.
"Please don't!" Cindy squirmed in pain. "It was Rudy and Serena that made me do it! It's her that should be here!"
"Oh, we'll get around to Serena," he promised her with a leer. "In fact, you might even get a chance to do something about it yourself. But you can't get out of your responsibility by saying others are to blame. That's one thing that you have to learn here at Harlots."
Another twist on the crank and she felt that her joints would be dislocated from the tearing pressure. Her protests were shrieks that spilled out into the dungeon.
Unbelievably, his hand went through one more turn of the crank and something inside Cindy's shoulders felt as if it had snapped. Muscles and tendons screamed in pain and filled her mind with sheer hell. Another half of a rotation and her legs joined in the agony as her hips felt like they were being pulled apart.
"Now you stay right there without any relief until you help me decide how to punish Rudy," he sneered at the tortured young girl.
Her eyes were wild with pain, and she mumbled almost incoherently in her pleas to let her go. Then he shouted at her again, asking if she could understand, and the terrified pain-wracked girl nodded her head.
Then the headmaster turned to the bound boy with his legs pulled high into the air. One of his huge hands collected the limp piece of prick-meat and he turned back to the girl.
"I've got his flabby little pecker in my fingers-should I beat on it until it's nice and hard?"
"Yes!" Cindy gasped, willing to agree to anything.
"Yes, what, whore?" Abram snarled. "I want you to tell me what to do, and in words that any son-of-a-bitch can understand or I'll be back there and really crank that thing up tight!"
"No!" Cindy yelped. Already she felt disfigured from the pain and pressure, and her body wouldn't be able to take any more. "Take his cock in your hand and jack it off until it's stiffer than an iron bar! Beat his meat until it's hard enough to fuck a hole in the wall!"
"Hah!" the old man crowed and began to pound his fist up and down on the boy's soft prick.
Slowly Rudy's cock thickened but it remained only half erect.
"It's not getting big," the man hissed back at Cindy. "Tell me how to get it throbbing or I'll rip the goddamn legs and arms from your body!"
"Pound on it harder!" she cried, her mind scrambling for dirtier things for the man to do and filthier ways to say them.
"Squeeze on his cum-spurting balls!" she finally panted. "Grip his cock so hard you make it bleed. Rip it out by the goddamn root if it won't get any bigger! Make him hurt! Make him pay!"
"Goddamn cock-swinging kid!" Abram shouted down at the boy. "Fucking cunt-sucker and throat-fucker!"
His hand whipped up and down the boy's growing prick, fingers rubbing it furiously until it stood hard and long. The cockhead was purple with blood from both the stimulation of the hand job and the excitement of the shouted cursing around him.
"Bite the end of his dick!" the young girl screamed, caught up in the pain and the effort to be released. She had no idea what she was saying any more. "Leave teeth marks in his goddamn balls! Rip his cock hair out with your hands! Shove a board up his ass and fuck his guts with it! Stick your cock all the way down his throat. Beat him with a goddamn whip! Strap him until he's almost dead!"
Abram's hands slowed, and both he and the cock-hard boy glanced back at the delirious girl.
She ranted on. "Fuck him right up the ass! Shoot cum into his face! Make him beg for you to let him go, then laugh right into his goddamn face. Make him piss into a wall socket then take him out and almost drown him in the sea! Pour boiling water all over his nuts and make him screeeeeaaam!"