Chapter 9
Dr. While entered the large treatment room one half hour after Greig and Jack had cleaned both the tub and Karen. There was still the faint odor of piss and shit in the room, something Martha noticed immediately as she entered. However the older woman said nothing, staring at Karen who by this time felt as if she were nothing-a nonentity in this manor house.
"Bring her over here," Martha said coldly. "And get the other one-her roommate, or I should say cellmate?"
Greig nodded his head in assent, shuffling across the room and looking at Martha a little guiltily before leaving.
"I suppose he's been treating you to his piss and shit routine?" Martha asked, her eyebrows arching slightly. An amused smile crossed her lips as one more time she began uncoiling her hair.
Jack flushed red.
"Oh, there's-no need to look guilty," Martha added hastily, shaking one finger in front of her face. "I've known about the goings on here ever since you two have teamed up. I found it serves my purposes to some degree, although I personally find some of your ... uhhhh, practices unappealing."
"Dr. While ..."
"Please. We're here to give Karen her treatments. She's going to learn the meaning of self-control, of discipline."
"Why don't you call these things what they are?" the girl suddenly exploded, her face flushing bright red. "They're torture, or ... or fucking, or something. But you don't care about me or about my drinking, or about anything except ... except ..."
Karen couldn't finish. Tears blurred her eyes as her words seemed to get all jumbled up in her overexcited brain. Martha stopped undressing for the moment, staring curiously at the girl. Her tits swayed lightly in her bra, easily visible after she'd shed her white uniform.
"Yes?" Dr. While asked.
"I don't think you'd better talk to Dr. While that way anymore," Jack advised.
"Oh, what's the use?"
"Yes, dear, now you're getting the point," Martha said, finishing her undressing.
Dr. While assumed the same dress she'd worn earlier-metal tit cups covering her hardening nipples, a strange harness device that accented her high-riding tits, a spiked collar. This time the woman added something new-thigh-high leather boots that rose several inches above her knees. Karen felt she was privy to some secret sexual rite and blushed once again.
"While Greig is getting Teri, I suggest we amuse ourselves with this little one. Shall we try roping the child, feet to hands, then placing her on her knees? I'll tell you what to do then," Martha said, adjusting the leather boots more comfortably around her white thighs.
Jack nodded in approval, moving away for the moment, then returning with several lengths of rope. Karen had learned since her admission that Fighting Jack or any of the attendants was useless. She automatically stretched her arms forward, putting her wrists together. The move brought another smile to Martha's lips.
"See? We've made progress already. She wants to please. I like that."
Jack looped the rope around both wrists, fastening it in a slip knot.
"Down, baby," Jack said.
Quickly Karen dropped to her knees. Jack followed, pulling the rope between her knees, then slipping it around her ankles and binding them in another slip knot. Karen was bound hand to foot, unable to move without jerking the other part of her body up. Dr. While was pleased. The woman strolled to her, checked the knots, and voiced her approval.
"You've learned much since you've come here, Jack. I always knew I could depend on you. Now, why don't you remove your clothing and show me that magnificent cock you have?"
Jack smiled back, disrobing quickly. Karen watched the two of them eyeing one another and wondered if they would begin fucking one another and forget about her. She wasn't to worry. Both of them were very aware of her presence. Kicking his trousers away from his boots, Jack scratched his balls, his fingers toying with his cock until his prick stood straight out like a tree trunk.
"That's good, very good," Dr. While hissed, her blue eyes sparking with lust. "Now, I want you to fuck her in the ass."
"What?" Karen jerked her head up, the move tugging the rope hard against her wrists and ankles.
"Fuck her in the ass," Martha continued, affecting a bored expression. "But first we have to get her ready for it." Martha tapped one finger thoughtfully against her right cheek. "She's never had anything that way, I believe, right dear?"
"No, oh no!" Karen sobbed, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"I thought not. Perhaps you'd better prepare her for that kind of fucking," Martha said, pointing to the belt threading through his white trousers.
"Got it, doc."
Jack was smiling, tugging his belt out by the buckle, then looping it. Karen watched, her flesh exploding into goose-pimples as Jack tapped the belt lightly against his naked thigh.
"Please, oh please ... don't ... don't do this!"
Even as she sobbed, the shadow of Jack's raised arm cut across her belly.
"She sobs worse than an old woman," Martha snapped. "But then again, you probably know that already. Take care of her. I'm bored with her begging."
Jack studied her round asscheeks, licking his dry lips before bringing his arm down. Karen felt her heart pounding hard, sweat making her flesh glisten with a sexy luster. The floor seemed much harder than before. The ropes chewed into her wrists, leaving more pink marks along her skin. Again Karen looked up through her curtaining blonde hair. She saw Jack's arm muscles bulge, his pecs and biceps tensing while his prick twitched up toward his belly. There was one more moment of mad anticipation. And then he brought the belt down, the leather sizzling through the air.
"Nooooo ... oaaghghhhwhhowowww!" Karen shrieked, the leather smacking hard against her left ass cheek. It was as if someone had touched her with a burning poker.
Her body lurched forward, nearly pitching headlong onto the floor. Karen sobbed, her forehead pressing against the cold floor. This was awful, completely awful! Squirming, whimpering, she begged them to stop this madness.
"Oh, don't do this to me. I'll do anything, I'll fuck anything, anyone. But don't hurt me anymore, please don't hurt me!"
Her cries were like gasoline to Jack's lusty fire. He raised his right arm again, swinging the belt around his head like a fearful weapon. Karen could hear the leather hissing through the air and trembled, fearing that her bowels would lose control.
Again it came down with a loud hiss. This time, the belt bit into the sensitive flesh separating her two asscheeks. The tip bit into her asshole, pricking the supersensitive wrinkled flesh. Karen let out a howl, her eyelids fluttering with the biting touch of that weapon.
"She's enjoying it ... the little slut. She's enjoying it nearly as she enjoyed her flings with alcohol, isn't that right, dear?"
"No, oh nooooo!"
"Liar!"
Martha slapped Karen hard with the back of one hand, her knuckles bruising the girl's chin. Backing away, she nodded briskly at Jack, an indication for him to begin beating the girl once more.
"Uhhhhhh!" Karen grunted.
The belt came down with a vengeance the third time, its length crossing the first blow. Karen felt her asshole muscles relax, air blowing from her bowels and making the wrinkled, injured shitter flesh pucker outward briefly.
"The little slut's farting. Man, I'm gonna plug up that hole so she don't stink up the room," Jack said, laughing at her degradation.
Karen felt herself sinking lower and lower as the belt began falling regularly and rhythmically across her lower back and asscheeks. Time and time again she struggled against the restraining rope, her ankles and wrists becoming more and more sore with each violent move she made against her bonds.
The room echoed with the mixed sounds of the smacking leather blows and Karen's resulting cries. She wondered if Jack wouldn't grow tired of all this beating. Surely his arm must ache from swinging that awful belt against her body. But the rhythm never ended. It was as if he had a timer to signal when to slap that awful weapon against her ass.
"Nooooo!"
And once more Karen felt that pain spreading into her cunt as it had before. Rather than doing nothing, the pain in her ass began stoking up the coals of desire between her legs. Each blow heightened the sensation in her cuntal nerves, making them vibrate and sing like tightly drawn wires.
"Yes, I see now where she might be ready for a fucking, Jack. Perhaps just a little longer ... across her ass there," Martha said, pointing to a spot as yet unreddened by the stinging belt.
"Oooowwwww!"
Jack's aim was deadly. The belt bit down into her uninjured flesh, bringing up a large, stinging welt that pulled her flesh apart.
"Ughhhhhh!"
The belt came down now around her spine, the tip biting between the bumps and making her back arch quickly. Karen let out a muffled groan, stars exploding behind her eyes.
"More, Jack, more! She's rutting now. Let's get her very hot, so hot she won't care what happens to her as long as she satisfies her cunt."
"Yeah, that's the best, man. That's what me and Greig do with her."
"I thought as much," Dr. While said airily, her eyes narrowing in amusement.
How her tiny clit ached and throbbed from the constant beating. Karen sucked in her lower lip and chewed down hard, trying to keep her cries of delight from escaping her lips.
"Yeyeyeooowoowwwww!"
But that was nearly impossible. Her asscheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing, matching the stinging blows from the belt. Then Jack purposefully slowed the assault. The blonde teen found herself raising her ass, an attempt to absorb the last of the brutal leather beating.
"Fuckin' little hypocrite. She says she don't wanna get hurt. And man, she's got her fuckin' ass waggin' up there in the air like it was a tail or something," Jack laughed.
"Yes, Karen has yet to learn the beauty about facing the truth of her own desires. But that's something that'll come in time, Jack. Right now we have to teach her discipline-the punishment that follows when you aren't disciplined, and the rewards that can come when you do," Martha announced.
"Discipline? You call this discipline?" Karen gasped, laughing hysterically as she shook the damp, tangled hair from her face.
"Apparently you haven't learned yet, dear. I think, however, when you walk away from here this evening you shall."
The words were ominous. Karen heard the belt drop to the floor and she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Now, Jack, fuck her."
Karen trembled in her bonds, watching Jack as he moved behind her, bending down. She felt his big hands caressing her fleshy asscheeks. She felt his fingers pressing into the resilient flesh, spreading the mounds apart. He was drawing closer! She felt his breaths blowing through her cuntal hairs. And then she felt his tongue licking along her asscheeks. Yes, he was licking at her as if he were a dog, lapping his tongue along her slit, up to her asshole, then down to her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh!"
Karen's eyes closed, her nostrils flaring while her lips curled into a smile. He was stroking her clit with his tongue from the underside, pressing his lips against her outer cunt labes in a wet kiss. Karen wagged her ass once more, feeling so high, so good at the touch of his tongue. Oh, if only he would go on like this with her forever! She would let him suck her cunt for hours on end this way!
But that wasn't what Jack had in mind for the girl. He drew back, rubbing his fingers over her shitter, poking his right forefinger in up to the second joint when he saw her asshole muscle relax.
"Owwwwww!" Karen cried out, a stab of hot sharp agony racing through her body and making her clit twinge once more.
"She's ready for it, man, ready for a good hot ass-fuck."
Jack was spitting on his right palm, rubbing the saliva over his bloated cockhead. Karen waited impatiently, her clit burning like the blue flame at the tip of a torch. Her body felt alive, more alert to sensations than it ever had been. And now Jack was getting ready to fuck her in the ass, stroking her shitter, then moving his probing fingers up to her cunt. Again the girl felt the forefinger rub up against her clit, the clit shrinking back at the light touch.
"This is gonna feel real good, baby. Gonna feel great shovin' my prick right up your ol' asshole," Jack said.
"And, dear, when he gets it into your ass, you're going to eat my pussy again. Won't that be marvelous?" Dr. While asked.
"Uhhh ... no, no!"
But Karen felt a flood of cunt-lube rush out of her cunt, slicking down her pussy. She couldn't deny the excitement taking her breath away. And what was causing it? Jack and his terrible, hellish torture? Dr. While and her promises of degrading perversion? Her thoughts were interrupted by the touch of Jack's hands wrapping around her hips. She could feel his hard, hot prick rubbing up against her ass. He was going to do it now!
"Uhhhhh!" she grunted.
She felt his fingertips stabbing against her flesh as he gripped her for support. The ropes pulled more tightly around her ankles and wrists once again.
"Take it in, bitch. You're nothin' but shit. Baby, you really are nothin' but shit. You proved that before, and now I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock!"
Karen screamed louder, tossing her head from side to side. The whole tight brown ring of her shitter was being forced inward, stretched around toward her bowels. It was as if someone were tearing it slowly with some terrible instrument. She could hear Dr. While laughing at her, amused by the situation while her ass was being fucked by that dreadful prick.
"Uhhhhhh ..."
One of his hands left her hip. Jack braced his cock shaft, holding his prick stiff against the rubbery circle of her shitter. Karen let her ass relax for the moment. What was the use? Why should she fight? Like a huge, hard lump of shit in reverse, Jack's cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. The girl let out a gust of air, her tits rolling forward. The hardened nipples brushed lightly over the dirty, cold floor. Oh, oh! Half his cockhead was already pushed into her asshole. It felt as if her ass was ripping in two, being torn like a piece of thin tissue paper.
"Owwwwww!"
Karen hugged her elbows against her knees, rolling more into a ball position as the ropes tying her ankles and wrists together held. To her shame, she knew she wanted to feel that cockhead in her pussy, not her ass! How the girl wanted to feel that hot hardness fucking in and out of her cunt. But the punishment had been decided for her. Dr. While wasn't to be denied. Sobbing, Karen felt her asshole gradually opening to the constant stabbing of Jack's prick.
"Uhhhh ... man, I think she's goin' for it. Yeah, doc, she's really lettin' me in," Jack said, his face slackening when Karen's ass began milking at his cock.
"Good. Then I suppose it's time the girl begin licking my cunt."
Karen felt Jack shoving down again at those words. His prick was splitting her ass wide open. Karen felt the agony of his slow insertion radiate to all parts of her body, her belly tensing while her thighs ached. And there in front of her was Dr. Martha While, her full thighs spread, that brown-haired pussy dangling wetly in front of her. Would it never end?