Chapter 1
Karen Blackman sniffed, wiping a tear from under her right eye as she adjusted her short, electric-blue dress. This was all wrong. It had to be some kind of bad nightmare. But the dark-green plaster walls surrounding her and the hard-backed wooden chairs lined soldier-like in the barren room were a reminder of the horrid reality.
Karen had sworn again and again she knew nothing about all that alcohol they'd found in her school locker. All those bottles, some of them opened, stocked inside her locker as if she'd been a distributor for Smirnoff's. The principal, Mr. Jamison, had lectured her on the evils of drink, trying to discover how long she'd been distributing liquor to the students. When Karen still swore to her innocence the old man called her parents, born-again Christians who registered the appropriate horror at their daughter's crime. She'd been framed, she cried again and again, dropping to her knees the last night in front of her mother. But they were unbending. A Dr. Martha While ran a rehabilitation center sponsored by the church not far from L.A. It was in the foothills of the coastal mountain range, near Malibu.
Now she sat alone in the big room, her mother and father having moved to the main office to make the final arrangements with Dr. While. Karen looked around, her big blue eyes wide with terror. There was nothing friendly at all the place. The big, three-story stone complex stood alone atop a barren hill. There weren't even any trees nearby to give some relief to the forbidding complex. Inside, things weren't any better. Sterile, empty halls led to sterile rooms illuminated by bright overhead lights. Karen shivered, drawing her hands up to her full, high-riding tits as her knees rubbed together. She was being punished for having done nothing. And who could have done something as awful as having planted all that liquor in her locker anyway? She would probably never know.
Karen put one hand to her burning forehead, her heart pounding as she scanned the room. She had thought about that over and over and had found no one she could blame. Karen closed her eyes.
She had been in the main room minutes ago, when her parents had signed her into the place. Then two male attendants had taken her to this room while her parents and the good doctor planned her future.
The blonde's thoughts were interrupted as the door squeaked open. Dr. Martha While stood there, prim and cold in her white, tight-fitting smock. She still had one hand on the doorknob, her blue eyes narrow and piercing. Karen stood, her small brown suitcase parked to the right of her chair. She was trembling with fear, hoping she would see her parents one more time.
"My mother ..."
"Your parents have left, Karen. I thought it best. It's usually good that you start right away with our ... treatment."
Karen felt so lost and alone she nearly broke into hysterical tears right there. Instead, she bent down and picked up her suitcase. She'd packed hurriedly, unsure of what one should take to such an institution.
"Good, come with me. We'll begin immediately," Dr. While said, pleasantly but briskly.
Karen walked several steps behind the cold, attractive Martha While. The woman's high heels clattered noisily against the walls of the empty hall. As she walked behind the woman, Karen saw no one-no one at all, as far as she could see. Once or twice the girl thought she caught a glimpse of someone peering through the small safety-glass windows cut into the thick oak doors, but the teen just wasn't sure.
"This way, dear."
Karen obediently followed Martha While down a long corridor, past several more rooms before she found herself at the back of the large building.
"This edifice is actually an old manor, brought brick by brick over the Atlantic by Dr. Henry Johnson, for whom we've named the center," Dr. While began explaining, sweeping one long arm around in a broad gesture. "It's been used for alcoholic rehabilitation for the past ten years, and with considerable success."
"I'm not an alcoholic," Karen protested, her lower lip pouting.
"Ah, I see. Well, that's a problem we're going to have to overcome. Admission is fifty percent of the cure, we've discovered."
What was the use? As many times as she denied it, others only laughed or ignored her. Martha opened one door and immediately Karen found herself outside, in a rear courtyard neatly appointed with small rock and flower gardens. It was a pleasant relief from the austere manor. Karen stopped and looked around, smelling the pleasant aroma of the roses growing in profusion around the rock garden. She almost smiled.
"This way, Karen."
Again that voice! Karen's fingers tightened on her small suitcase as she carefully picked her way over the narrow stone path to another door opposite her.
"Do you remember some of your medieval history, Karen?"
"N-n-no," the girl stammered, smelling the dampness immediately when Dr. While opened the door wider and stepped in.
"That's a shame. This used to be the bailey ... a courtyard inside the inner fortifications. Dr. Johnson was a medieval scholar, it seemed, and designed his manor, in a way, after some of those castles. You'll pick up more the longer you're with us, dear."
Taking a large black ring from her belt, Martha While opened the door to what she called the "keep," then motioned Karen inside.
The girl ducked her head, stepping into a large darkened room. The doctor turned on a small overhead light. The damp smell was worse in here. Karen wondered if anyone had been down here in the past few years. It was almost like entering a tomb.
"Come with me."
Karen followed her down a narrow flight of stone stairs. More than one, Karen felt her feet slipping on the flagstones and had to catch herself against the steel pipe railing. She nearly dropped her small brown suitcase right at the end, letting out a sharp cry as she caught herself just in time.
"Almost there, dear."
There was another room. It was here the musky, damp smell was most intense. It was terribly dark. Karen felt the wet atmosphere clinging uncomfortably to her arms and thighs as Dr. While moved quickly behind her toward a light fixture dangling from the ceiling. Something skittered across the floor nearby. Dr. While screwed the small light bulb into the socket. Immediately a yellowish glare illuminated the room. Karen let out a sharp cry, dropping the suitcase to the stone floor.
"My God!" the young girl gasped.
She'd never seen anything like this before in her life. She felt her fingers and toes turn icy while beads of cold sweat dotted her forehead. One hand shot up to her mouth, the fingers pressing tensely against her lips. In this large room were strange, frightening-looking instruments hanging from various pegs and spikes driven into the stone. Off to one side, Karen recognized a rack-the kind used in the days of the old Spanish Inquisition where people were stretched until they broke. There were iron masks hanging from the walls, and whips, riding crops, and devices that were too strange for her to recognize.
"What ... what is this?" the young blonde asked, turning slowly around and observing all the instruments of torture.
Martha said nothing for a moment. She hung the keys on the door, which she'd closed behind her. Then, business-like, she approached Karen.
"We'll begin your treatment immediately," she said, caressing the girl's silken blonde hair. "There's no need to be frightened. We're here to help you. And even if our methods seem ... uhhh, unorthodox for the moment, I'm sure you'll see our way of doing things in the near future."
Methodically Dr. While removed Karen's clothing, slipping off her dress, removing her bra, then sliding her panties down over her plump asscheeks, past her knees, down over her ankles. Karen slipped the sandals from her feet, feeling a little chilled at the cold surrounding her. She suddenly felt out of touch with reality, standing there stark naked in front of this strange woman.
"You've shamed your parents, drinking the way you have."
"I haven't, I swear, I ... uhhhhh!"
Karen was silenced by a sharp slap across her cheek. Her head snapped to the right, her long blonde hair whipping over her face. She stumbled to one side, catching her balance while rubbing the injured cheek with her other hand. Tears sprang to her eyes. No one, not even her parents had ever struck her like that. The biting sting made her lower lip tremble as she stared at the doctor.
"Don't ever contradict me!" Dr. While snapped, her eyebrows knitting together while her thin smile quickly straightened. "I know all about the liquor they found in your locker. I know about the alcohol problem in your school. If you weren't drinking, you were selling, and that's worse-spreading your filth to innocent young people."
"Ohhh, God, I swear, I swear ..."
What was the use? Karen lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip in an attempt to slow the tears running from her eyes.
"That's better," Dr. While said. "Now come with me. We'll see if we can get you to admit your problem. That's at least half the problem solved, as I said before."
Dr. While told Karen to stand by the forbidding rack. The young blonde teen did so, watching with widening eyes as the woman slipped an odd-looking device from the wall. At first Karen thought they were handcuffs, but the cuff portions were far too wide for that.
"Put your hands behind you."
Karen did as she was told, watching as Dr. While opened the cuffs, then slipped one around her right elbow. The sheepskin-padded metal cuff tightened immediately around her arm, making the girl shudder. Karen let her head tilt back slightly while she closed her eyes and stifled another moan. Her knees were knocking together as Dr. While slipped the other cuff over her left elbow, locking it firmly in place with a sharp snap. A half-inch piece of black leather held the cuffs together, its length adjustable by a small metal clamp. It was this clamp that Dr. While pulled, drawing the girl's elbows together until they nearly touched. The resulting tension on her upper arms was almost painful. Karen let out a groan, her nostrils flaring as Martha While finished her adjustment.
"Now, then, we'll have to add some more persuasion, I'm sure. I can see the defiance still in your eyes. Things will go easier for you if you finally relent, I can assure you that."
Karen looked away, blinking the tears from her eyes. Never would she admit to having a drinking problem or to having distributed liquor to her classmates. She was innocent, she told herself again and again as Dr. While pushed her forward beyond the rack to a long wooden beam that ran the length of the room. From the beam hung chains, all attached to several pulleys bolted to the beam.
"This should be fine for a start, my dear. You'll find the weight of your own body your worst enemy at this point."
Dr. While pulled one of the chains down, attaching a small hook to it and the leather band holding the cuffs to one another. Karen groaned, begging the doctor not to hurt her.
"You've done all the hurt to yourself, Karen. I'm just here to help," Dr. While said.
The hook was attached. Moving back, Dr. While flipped a small black switch. Immediately the room was filled with a humming, whirring sound. The chain behind Karen began rattling, tensing and straightening, tugging up steadily at the leather behind her. Karen felt her body swaying out from under her, rising from the floor. At the same time, her arms felt as if they were being pulled out. They were going to hang her from the ceiling like a piece of meat! The pain in her shoulder sockets became sharper and sharper as her bones twisted up from the elbow cuffs.
"Yoowoowwwwww! Agghghghhghhh!"
Lightning bolts of pain shot through her brain, washing away all thoughts except those of agony. Karen's head whipped from side to side, her hair splashing over her throat while her legs kicked out from under her. Dr. While was right. The weight of her own bouncing body was her own worst enemy. The more she kicked and thrashed, the more the tension and resulting pain racked her arms.
"Yaghghghhghghghhghgggg!" Karen screamed.
"We need something to keep you quiet, something to gag you while I finish your first treatment," Dr. While said evenly, moving to a small green cabinet and pulling open one door.
"Ughhhh ... n-n-n-nooo, what are you going to do with that?" Karen gasped, staring at the thing Dr. While had pulled out.
It was a cock, or something that looked very much like one. The pink latex had a cuff around it, a long leather strap with several holes at the end finishing up the device. The woman walked back to the weeping girl, reaching up and forcing her mouth open.
"That's it, Karen, open up, keep your jaws open or I'll break them in that position."
The girl's eyes widened. Dr. While was stuffing her mouth with that plastic prick! Karen swallowed hard, breathing through her burning nostrils with panting, wheezing breaths as the dildo slipped over her teeth, past her molars, until the tip touched the back of her throat. The girl coughed, gagging at the vile intrusion.
Dr. While slipped the dildo down a little farther, until the rubber collar around the base was fitted tightly against Karen's lips. Next came the strap, slipped tightly around the back of her head and pulled firm until it became impossible for the girl to make any but the most muffled sound of protest.
Karen opened her jaws as widely as she could and kept them in that position in spite of the aching pain. Dr. While was binding her wrists together with a rope.
"Now, you can't move very well, can you dear?" Dr. While asked. "And the chain hurts you so, is that right?"
Karen moaned through the cock gag, her teeth chewing down on the horrible invasion. More than once the girl tried screaming through the gag. But the spit building up behind the dildo threatened to drown her. Karen understood perfectly what the good doctor wanted-complete silence. Karen moved her fingers slightly, feeling them turn colder as the rope cut off her circulation. She swung forward slightly, her shoulders feeling as if they would tear from her body.
"Have you been fucked before, dear? I think most girls your age have had at least one young man who went all the way. But, in your case, I'm not so sure," Dr. While said, narrowing her eyes and tapping one finger against her chin thoughtfully. "If not, this is going to be a marvelous way to lose your cherry."
Karen's eyes widened again. Had she heard Dr. While correctly? Lose her cherry? Again Martha While went to that awful green cabinet, pulling out what looked like another dildo. But this was different, much longer, much thicker, and it had wires coming from the base.
"I'm always amazed at what modern science can do-go to the moon, send probes out of the solar system, and invent this," she said, holding the thing up to Karen's eyes.
The girl drew her head back, wrinkling her forehead in fear while perspiration gathered in droplets over her reddening tits.
"Yes, I can see you're interested in spite of the fear you feel," Dr. While said, her voice lowering as she brushed the backs of her fingers over Karen's stiff nipples.
The girl groaned, biting down on the cock gag.
"Yes, yes, don't be impatient, Karen. There, plugged in," Martha said, bending over after having attached an extension cord to the dildo and plugging it into a nearby wall socket. "This thing is amazing. Unlike your ordinary dildos, which only vibrate, this actually grows, fucks ... really makes fucking movements. I think you'll enjoy it, dear."
Karen shook her head from side to side, her body bouncing on the chain, causing more excruciating pain in her shoulders. She sobbed, tossing her body to one side as Dr. While rubbed the cold head of that dildo against one of her cuntlips.