Chapter 3
"That's it, Karen, that's it, stick your tongue all the way inside my pussy ... uhhh!" Martha slapped the teen again with the flat of one hand, her cunt still slurping up against the girl's face. Karen's mouth sucked harder, making wet noises as she glided her tongue up and down on the doctor's swollen cuntmeat. The drunker and more excited Karen became, the more inventive and daring she grew with her tongue. Ignoring the pulling pain of the chain behind her, the girl slid her tongue up over that puffy furry wet gash in front of her, touching the clit again and again.
"Ohhh, you little slut!" Dr. While cried.
Dr. While threw her head back, bouncing up and down as Karen teased that sensitive sex spindle. The girl brought her tongue downward again, shoving hard into the older woman's quivering pussy. Karen's cheeks were wet with the hot fuck juice oozing freely from Dr. While's fuckhole now. And that buzzing sensation between her white, shivering thighs was going to send her over the edge! Karen's lust mounted, the aches and pains blending into a weird mixture of wild pleasure. She wanted to hurt more, to feel the restraints more than ever as the erotic heights exploded all around her.
"Oh, God damned little bitch, suck me, suck me harder!"
Karen moaned against Martha's cunt. The resulting vocal vibrations drove Dr. While crazy. The woman's cunt oozed fuck juice. Her hips worked frenziedly against the mouth of the sucking teen. Karen was going crazy, working her cunt muscles against the vibrating plastic cock sparking against her aroused clit. Delicious sensations of climax began biting into her cunt. Twice the girl felt her pussy walls buckling in against the warm, hard cock while her toes curled against the stone floor.
"Uhhhh, you little bitch, now, now, I'm going to cum now ... ughghhhh!" Dr. While screamed.
The words barely pierced through the red haze that had settled over Karen's brain. She kept licking her tongue up and down the woman's pussy-slit, concentrating on that stiff little clit spasming against her lips. A pounding heat made her head spin and ache while her heart threatened to tear right through her rib-cage. She bounced up and down against the chain, pressing her mouth greedily against Martha's cunt. Karen could feel her climax rumbling in the depths of her belly. It felt as if someone had set her on fire, her insides exploding and flaming outward.
Again Karen moaned. At that point, Martha started to climax, triggering the teen's orgasm. Her asscheeks clenched down against the rubber tube shoved up her shitter, her thighs tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, her cunt muscles milking that fucking latex prick. Again the girl moaned passionately against Martha's cunt, making the good doctor churn wildly out of control.
Karen squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down even more, the cuffs imprisoning her elbows tugging painfully at her arms. Brilliant lights blew up in her head as she felt that wonderful cock stabbing her clit again and again.
"Do it, do it, you little slut!" Dr. While screamed.
Karen felt her climax peaking like a thunderbolt. Dr. While, she knew, had also reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. The woman was breathing a bit easier now, her fingers caressing the sides of Karen's head while her cunt slipped up and down in more regular, easy movements. The teen sighed happily, feeling a warm glow spreading over her dampened flesh.. And then she thought of the restraint, the abuse, the torment of being taken down here and submitted to medieval torture before being raped like this! The goodness of that feeling evaporated when Karen remembered where she was and for what reason.
In a moment the room was silent except for the heavy panting of the two women. As Karen began to come down from her high, the beer enema started once more to cramp her belly. Wincing in pain, the girl squeezed her ass muscles around the hard spigot, feeling the pleasure fade away even more as the pain of her stuffed bowels built more and more in her body.
"Ohhh, please ... ohh, it's hurting me so, hurting ..."
Martha sighed, stretching her arms high above her head as if she'd just awakened. Peering down at the helpless bound girl, she smiled, knowing full well what Karen was referring to.
"Are we uncomfortable?" she sneered, smirking down at Karen who nodded her head quickly up and down.
Martha moved with maddening slowness. Karen now was panting heavily, feeling panic that she would shit all over herself.
"Well, we'll see what we can do about that."
Slowly, methodically, Dr. While released the fear-stricken teen. First came the chain, dropping Karen fully to the ground. Next came the wristbands and finally the cuffs still pinning her elbows together.
"Where ..." Karen started to ask.
Martha While pointed to a small brown door at the end of the room. Brushing by the doctor, Karen raced and barely made it. The explosion of the liquid in her bowels was so powerful she nearly felt a mini orgasm explode in her still-sensitive clit. Behind the door, she could hear Martha While laughing at her. Sitting there on the toilet after having flushed, Karen put her head in her hands and fought back the desire to fall into hysteria.
"Come on, Karen, it's time to leave, even though I know you'd prefer to stay and have another ... treatment," Dr. While said.
Another treatment? Karen shivered, reaching back and flushing again. This one had nearly killed her, she thought.
Karen washed herself off, looking about to see if perhaps there were some way out of here. She could find none. She left the room.
"Here, you'll put these back on. We have better clothing for you in your room when you get back. Don't forget your suitcase." Martha nodded, coiling her long chestnut hair back in its tight-fitting bun behind her head once more.
Karen slowly dressed, pulling her clothes over her naked body, wondering if what had happened had been a dream. No, there was the keg, the chains, the cuffs. There were the aches in her arms and legs. And, most importantly, there was the strong buzzing sensation still between her thighs. Dr. While had cruelly treated her, there was no doubt to that.
"This way ... back to the main building, Karen."
She received the institutional clothing that day-a white gown that clung strangely to her young, voluptuous body. They had taken her clothes, searching her suitcase for any alcohol before letting her have it. Two male guards escorted Karen from Dr. While's study after she had another "talk" with the girl explaining the basic rules of the manor. It was a prison, pure and simple. Karen sat in the high-backed wooden chair, listening to Martha While go on about one rule and the other. There was very little liberty in this place. The thing making her shudder was the fact that Martha could call on her at any time of day or night and orchestrate yet another treatment. The thought of submitting to Dr. While again filled the trembling teen with dread and a strange kind of excitement. What on earth was happening to her? As she sat there, listening to the torrent of abuse coming from the older woman, Karen asked herself that question again and again.
"Here's your room. You'll sharing it with Teri Williams until we have some more room. The place's really popular lately," one of the male attendants said, opening the door for her.
Karen stepped in, feeling his eyes burning hotly into her ass. She could tell he was interested in her, and she thanked goodness for the strict discipline Dr. While apparently instilled in her staff as well as her patients. Stepping into the small room, Karen immediately saw a girl about her age sitting forlornly on the edge of one of two bunks. The girl immediately jumped up, nearly standing at attention when she realized one of the male attendants was in the doorway.
"Relax, Teri. Dr. While doesn't want you for another session ... yes."
The girl sighed, pushing back her brown hair and smiling weakly. Still she said nothing until the door was closed and locked. Then, extending one hand, she began to speak.
"Hi, my name's Teri Williams. I've been here for nearly a month."
One month? The thought took Karen's breath away. She stared open-mouthed at the young girl, dropping her small suitcase to the floor.
"I guess you've gotten Dr. While's introduction to the place, right? Her first treatment?"
Karen blushed furiously, lowering her eyes while pressing her fingers against her ill-fitting shift.
"I thought so. She wouldn't let someone as pretty as you go unused for long," Teri said, her voice trembling slightly.
"What are you in here for?" Karen asked, anxious to change the subject.
"Oh, probably the same as you ... alcohol," Teri said, her voice lilting as she leaned back on her bunk and smiled again. "My folks thought I was drinking too much and heard about this place. They said it had an incredible cure rate. But I wonder from what ... sanity?"
"It's terrible, this place!"
"Well, that's the understatement of the world. Wait till you've been here one month," I Teri said, her voice lowering. Karen moved to her small white bunk, sitting on the edge and drawing her knees together. She felt her flesh crawling as Teri moved closer. "The woman's crazy, I think, really crazy. She's got more rooms in here with all kinds of weird stuff in them."
"Weird ... stuff?" Karen asked, swallowing hard.
"It's got nothing to do with alcoholism-at least, I don't think so. I've never seen some of the crap she's got around here. That old creep who built this place must've brought it from England. You know, all that medieval shit people used to torture one another with. I think she's just using us for jollies, you know?"
Karen shook her head. She was a victim, a true victim. She was no alcoholic-certainly, not as Teri had been. And yet her parents had shunted her off to this horrid place where, instead of treatment, she was going to be used like some animal.
"It's not so bad ... after you get used to it," Teri added, seeing the panic rising in Karen's eyes and feeling somewhat sorry for her. "I guess you saw it could even be fun ... for a while. I just don't know when I'm getting ... getting out of here. That's the real bad part."
Karen's voice broke as she tried to say something back.
"Hey, that's okay, let it all out. You've been through a lot for your first day. Like I said, you'll get used to it," Teri said, sliding over to the girl's bunk and putting a comforting arm around her.
The two cried together, then chatted, each one giving the other a bit of encouragement as the hours passed by. It must have been nearly five when their conversation lagged. Karen could feel her stomach rumbling. She was hungry.
"Meal time's around six o'clock. But don't think it's any social event," Teri said, glancing up nervously at the small glass window high in the door. "You can't say one word to anyone up there. The girls all look the other way. They punish you if you talk. I shouldn't even be talking to you now, but I'm sick and tired of not saying anything to anyone and ... quick, get over on your bunk," Teri suddenly hissed, pushing Karen away violently.
Karen thought she'd heard something too and rapidly moved, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. The doorknob rattled ominously. There was the sound of keys rattling.
"Karen Blackman?"
A tall thick-necked attendant was standing in the doorway, the ring of keys in one hand. Immediately she thought of Dr. While, of the horrible room, of her climax that had nearly knocked her unconscious. Tensing, she stood, feeling as if she were being called to her own execution.
"Come with me."
Karen looked back at Teri who shot her an encouraging look, then leaned back on her bunk. The blonde teen shuffled past the guard, keeping her eyes modestly down, wondering what was going to happen to her now. Again she noticed the halls were empty. The only sound other than the shuffling of her feet was the buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lighting.
"This way," the man told her.
They moved past several more doors, just like the one guarding her room. There were girls behind there, she guessed, in the same plight as her. Karen wondered how many of them had experienced the same mixed feelings of pain and pleasure as she had with Dr. While.
"In here," the man commanded.
Karen saw they had stopped by a small elevator door. The attendant was holding it open for her, nodding for her to enter. She did so, still keeping her eyes turned away from his. He stepped in, pushed one button, and the door squeakily slid shut.
"Name's Jack, by the way. Just like it says on my tag."
Karen blinked, looking up at the big man. He was somewhat handsome-looking more like a weight-lifter rather than a hospital attendant. She smiled shyly in greeting, then dropped her eyes once more. The elevator stopped, the door squeaking back open. A man stepped in.
"Hey, man, gimme a ride up to the next floor. I ... ahhh, a new one, huh? Ol' Martha get a chance to get her fingers onto her yet?" the man asked.
"Probably. She's been here for a couple of hours, Greig."
Karen moved back as far as she could in the small elevator car as the second attendant slipped in and the door closed. She felt the pressure of his strong body against hers. His hands were doing things, moving up along her thighs. Clenching her fingers, she slapped his hand away as it gathered up her dress and began sliding it up over her bare asscheeks.
"Man, Martha ain't got to her yet," Greig said, patting Karen softly on the thigh, then slapping her so hard it made her yelp. "She's still got some modesty left."
Jack let out a sharp laugh as the elevator stopped on the designated floor.
"She won't have much of that left when Martha gets through with her."
"Where's she goin', by the way?" Greig asked as they stepped out.
"Another treatment, I guess. I'm early with her. Thought I'd get some early chow before shoving off for home," Jack said.
"Oh yeah?"
Greig arched his eyebrows, flashing his friend a smile. Karen heard the elevator doors closing behind her. Something was brewing, something she didn't like.
"Let's say we have some fun with the little tramp. Martha won't know, 'cause this little one ain't gonna say nothin'," Greig went on, caressing Karen's silken blonde hair.
"No!" The teen shrank away from his touch, slapping his hand away again.
"You sure got a way with women. She's just achin' to take you on," Jack laughed, slipping one hand under Karen's arm and dragging her behind him.
"No, no, don't ... help, someone, they're going to ..." Karen began shouting loudly, her legs folding over one another as the men dragged her unwillingly down the corridor.
"Shut the little slut up!"
"I thought Dr. While told you to obey all of us here, baby." With that, Jack slammed her against the wall, raising one hand high above his head, then bringing it down in a broad arc. Karen had barely enough time to see the five opened fingers cutting through the air before they struck. She let out a scream, her shout cut short by the dry smacking sound of his opened fist against her face.
The sharp blow stunned Karen, its force sending her body sliding across the wall. She felt her knees buckling as she slipped to the floor. Jack caught her, putting one of his bearlike arms around her tits and hauling her off like a sack of potatoes. They moved down the corridor some twenty feet before Greig fished out his set of keys and opened a nearby door.
Jack reared back, throwing Karen into the room. She fell forward, her arms spread out in front of her to break the tumble. The fall jarred every bone in her body. Looking around after having recovered somewhat, she found she was in a space somewhat similar to the one Dr. While had tortured her in. Only, this time, there were two men, both of them anxious to show her a treatment of their own.