Chapter 4
"Nooo, stop this, stop!"
Karen inched away from the approaching men, her pulse racing madly. Jack was rubbing his cock through his white clothes, having unbuttoned the high-collared white jacket he wore. Greig was standing by the door, checking the lock to make sure it was firm, then turning around and starting to disrobe.
"Man, I think we got ourselves a hot little chick. Yeah, she's gonna be ripe for the pokin' ... first me, then you," Greig said.
"We'll figure out priorities later on at fuckin'," Jack said, wiping one hairy hand over his lips as he stared hotly at Karen.
The girl darted to the left, then to the right, rushing back and forth madly while whimpering. No way out. There just was no way out! Horrible instruments of torture were hanging from the wall. Karen's eyes took in the terrible things and her heart sank.
"No, oh no, no, don't, this is madness! Please, don't!"
"Shut the little slut up!" Greig snapped, wrinkling his forehead in irritation.
"Yeah, she's too fuckin' loud."
Karen stopped her desperate yammering, her eyes widening even more as Jack rushed to her. Remembering the hard slap he'd awarded her in the corridor, the girl began screaming again, flailing away at the air. Her nails cut into his face as he attempted to get near her.
Karen saw there was no hope for her. Jack knocked her hands away. A small red mark on his right face had appeared where she had cut him.
"Get the fuckin' ball gag. We're gonna get good shit from this one," Jack growled.
He held her wrists down, his fingers tightening on her flesh so hard Karen thought he was going to crush the tiny bones. Karen clenched her teeth together, her head snapping from left to right while her hair tangled around her throat. She wanted to scream again for help. But of course no one would hear her. Besides, her cries were obviously angering the men now.
"Here you go, man. Shut the little slut up now. I don't wanna hear her screamin' all fuckin' night," Greig said, flashing a nasty look at Karen.
The girl stared at the strange device-a bright-yellow ball to which several straps were attached in triangular fashion. Jack told her to be still-not to move, not to speak or he would knock her senseless to the floor. Letting her go, the big attendant slipped the "trainer," as he called it, into her mouth. The ball fitted tightly between her teeth, making her jaws hurt.
"That's it, baby. That's it, swallow it down, all the way back," he said, narrowing his eyes and pushing the latex ball back until Karen felt her tongue cramping from the pressure.
Two straps fitted on either side of her nose forming a perfect triangle with the bottom one attached to the ball. Another strap led from the peak of the nose straps over her head, attached to two lower ones fitting just behind her ears. It was a kind of opened leather mask, the rubber ball pressing hard against her teeth and gagging all but the most muffled groans from the young teen.
"There, she ain't gonna say much."
"Okay, man, now we can get down to real business," Greig said, unzipping his pants.
"Yeah, and let's make sure she ain't gonna get away for a while. Right here," Jack said, nodding toward a large wooden cross nailed firmly to the wall behind her.
"Yeah, that's real good, real fine," Greig agreed.
"Come on, honey, up there, up there on the platform."
Karen had no choice. She stepped forward, turning around, letting Jack unbutton her white shift and peel it from her narrow shoulders. His hands stopped at her waist, trailing the curves gently, teasingly. For one mad second Karen wished he would touch her, touch her the way Dr. While had touched her earlier. She felt her thigh flesh tensing, puckering up with excitement while his fingers lingered on her thighs for one long moment.
"Man, she's got a hot little pussy ... a nice set of tits too," Jack breathed, sliding her gown all the way down.
"Yeah, real nice ... nice 'n' hot. Gonna feel good when I poke that little slut with my dick."
Karen felt Jack turning her around, positioning her so her bare asscheeks pressed up against the wall.
"Okay, baby, put your hands over your head. I'll do the rest."
It was like being crucified! There were small metal cuffs at either end of the wide cross dangling open. Into these Jack slipped Karen's hands, snapping them tightly against her wrists, which were still a little sore from the roping they'd received earlier.
"Now the legs," Jack said.
Karen did as she was told, spreading her legs, feeling Jack's hands fumbling around her ankles as he attached the bottom cuffs to her. She was spread-eagled for them now, her bare ass rubbing up against the rough wall while her arms and legs were held captive by the metal cuffs. Carefully swallowing the spit lodged behind the rubber ball, Karen looked from man to man, her heart sinking with each passing second.
"Gonna teach the little slut some lessons here about bein' nice to the attendants. It ain't nice to cut up their faces," Jack said, rubbing the injured spot on his cheek.
How Karen regretted that move. She would have sold her soul to have changed history. But nothing could change the past. Reaching in one pocket, Jack pulled out a pack of matches, flipping open the top and pulling one out. Karen watched with growing apprehension as he struck one, holding it up to her face. The acrid smell of the smoke and burning sulphur made her wrinkle up her nose. She turned her head away, pulling instinctively at her arms. The movement only chafed her flesh.
He was holding the flame up to her right nipple. Karen flinched, her fingers working against one another while her flesh broke out into goose bumps. More tiny beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she moaned softly through the latex rubber ball gag.
"You know, she's got real nice pink nipples, man," Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. He was moving the yellowish flame from tit to tit, carefully watching the girl as her forehead wrinkled in terror. A pulse leaped at her throat as Karen swallowed nervously. Her eyes followed the fire as if it were a pendulum of doom.
"And, you know, somethin' like this fire can make 'em redder. You know that, baby?"
Karen rolled her eyes upward, tugging desperately at her arms, feeling the chafing of the restraining cuffs against her wrists. She moved her hips from side to side, praying that something would give, that something wouldn't hold and she'd be able to escape. But the wood behind her only groaned with her desperate, wild thrashing. Again, Jack moved the fire back to her right nipple, moving it closer and closer until it began warming the flesh all around the tense tit tip. Karen stopped moving. She was breathing hard, her breaths coming in wheezing pants through her flared nostrils while more and more sweat broke out around her shoulders and forehead. Her nipple began throbbing as it burned under the heat. The flame could only be a half-inch away or so.
It was as if someone had touched her tit tip with a burning needle! Karen arched her spine, jerking her body away from the flame as much as she could. She bowed outward, her bones cracking with the effort while the cuffs kept her wrists and ankles firmly attached to the cross. He had touched her nipple with the fire! Tears flowed from her eyes, oozing down her flushed cheeks as the terrible agony throbbed through her tits.
"Damn!" Jack shook his hand, blowing out the match that had singed his fingers.
Her nipple was so sore from where the yellow flame had licked. The girl tried moving her legs together, the cuffs keeping her ankles firmly attached to the splintery wood behind her. Jack was pulling another match from the pack, bending it in half, then striking again. A bright orange-bluish flame erupted from the tip, dying to a steady yellow once more, Karen flinched, drawing back as far as she could while a sheen of perspiration coated her flesh. Not again! Oh dear God, not again! This time he took less time drawing the fire to her. His eyes were fixed on hers, peering down almost to her soul, it seemed.
"Now for the other nipple," he said in a breathless voice.
Karen chewed down on the obscene gag, her spittle gathering up behind the ball as she watched the flickering flame draw up to her left tit tip. The pinching intensity of the fire made her areola wrinkle up with tension as her toes and fingers curled. Jack smiled that awful, cynical smile she had begun to associate with his crudely handsome face.
Karen bowed her body out again, her spine curling until it threatened to snap while her shoulders pressed against the cross behind her. More tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to yammer out the agony knifing through her body. Jack laughed more loudly, keeping the fire in touch with the jiggling tit. For a moment, Karen thought she would pass out. Never before had she experienced such pain!
Again the flame, again the agony shooting through her nipple and stabbing directly into her clit. The girl jerked and twisted like a mad woman, bound from head to foot. It was terrible to be tortured and unable to strike back at the pain!
"Ughghhghhhhh!"
Jack took the match away, blowing out the small fire and tossing the charred stick into the girl's face. Karen coughed, her head hanging from her shoulders, her hair curtaining her flushed face. She panted heavily, sucking in air around the gagging ball. Her mind spun around and around. What were they doing to her? Why were they doing it? Oh yes. Treatment of her "problem." Karen nearly laughed at that thought. Her only problem was imprisonment in this madhouse!
"Let's try it down lower," Greig suggested, nodding to the opened pack of matches still in his buddy's hand.
"Yeah, how sensitive are you down there, baby? You like to have a hot pussy? Most guys dig girls who've got real hot cunts. Bet you got one before what I'm gonna do to you."
Karen shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Again there was the sound of a match being struck! The girl jerked her head up, finding herself staring directly into the animalistic eyes of her tormentor. He was excited, openly excited from causing her all this pain and degradation. She could smell that acrid aroma of burning sulphur again, followed by the odor of burning tobacco. Glancing down, she saw that Jack had lit a cigarette, having stomped on the match. He was holding the burning cigarette in one hand, spreading open her pussy lips with the other. Greig was humming, rubbing his hard-on through his white uniform trousers. She could see how long and thick his prick was. But, at this moment, thoughts of his cock were far less important than ideas of what Jack was going to do to her.
Her thighs quivered to his touch, her pussy tightening on thin air when he brushed his fingertips against the outer lips of her cunt.
"Whew! She's got one hell of a grip on her pussy. She's ready for anything." Jack drew the cigarette down, wafting it several times over her inner thighs.
Each time, Karen whimpered, her knees quivering against the wood behind her. Her ankles and wrists twisted sweatily in their iron bonds while her ass jiggled. There was a sizzling sound! The heat! The pain! Karen jerked her head down and saw Jack burning some of her curly blonde cuntal hairs with the cigarette. She screamed, standing up on her tiptoes, yanking wildly at the unyielding iron cuffs. Her tits slapped from side to side while her arches cramped from her ungoverned moves. He was going to burn her cunt.
"Hey, man, don't forget ol' Martha,"
Greig cautioned, resting a restraining hand on Jack's shoulder. "Remember, she don't like the girls gettin' too marked up before she's through with 'em. Remember the Kellerman girl? You almost got your ass canned for that one. And who the fuck wants to lose this kinda job?"
Jack drew the cigarette away for a second, nodding his head.
"Yeah, high pay and all the pussy you can eat and fuck after the doc gets through with 'em. Okay, bitch, you been saved for a second," Jack said, glancing up at her mockingly.
Karen sighed, relaxing her muscles. It was only a trick on Jack's part. Just when he saw her sagging in her bonds, he moved the cigarette back to her pussy, grinding the burning end against the muscle directly below her clit. Karen couldn't believe he had done such a thing. She felt the pressure against the sensitive area. Her body stiffened as if someone had poured concrete in her veins. There was a numbness at first from the shock. Then came an icy coldness so intense she shivered, quickly followed by blistering heat that sizzled her brain.
Again and again the girl's heart-rending cries bounced off the walls as her body shivered and twisted against the sadistic torture. How she burned at that touch! And what was more incredible was the arousal that pain had given her. Again she screamed loudly, chewing down on the gagging latex ball and nearly swallowing it. The leather restraints seemed to be pulling tighter against her skull, making it almost impossible for her to breathe!
Her legs fought to close on that burning, burrowing needle of a cigarette. But the cuffs kept her from making a move. She kept on screaming, her clit quivering. The cigarette hissed and went out, extinguished by her cunt-juice. Jack raised his eyebrows, surprised at the sudden rush of the fluid. He laughed softly, pulling the cigarette from her cunt and tossing it to the floor. He stood up, Karen's screams and whimpering becoming a bore to him.
"You like cock, baby? You like to have your cunt stuck with a prick-maybe two of 'em?" Jack said, glancing over one shoulder at Greig. The other attendant was anxiously rubbing his prick through his trousers.
"Yeah, man, stuck by both of us-maybe one of us up your ass. A real ass-fuck, baby, your ass splittin' with my cock," Greig said.
The words were almost more terrible than the pain she had just suffered. Shrinking back again, she looked from one man to the other, smelling the horrid odor of her burped pussy hairs and wondering what other things the men had planned for her.
"Well, we gotta wait for that-all of us," Jack said, scratching his chin. "Martha's gonna be waitin' for this one, and if she's late, she's gonna know what the fuck's happened."
Greig reluctantly agreed, helping his buddy take Karen down from the cross. He tossed her her wrinkled shift, warning her not to say one word about what had happened here.
Karen muttered her agreement, shuffling behind Jack after Greig had copped a lingering feel under her gown. Moving behind the attendant, her head properly lowered, the girl felt her pride, her will and her self-confidence evaporating slowly but steadily under these horrid conditions. Abuse and pain-these people were experts in administering it. Their purpose was obviously to reduce her and anyone else in the manor to a sex slave to serve whatever pleasure they wanted. Alcoholic treatment was simply the front, the excuse for their strict behavior, Karen felt, as she walked into yet another treatment room.
"Ah, you're a little late. No matter," Dr. While said, glancing at her digital watch and looking at the downcast Karen. "I see you aren't pleased by your arrangements here, are you, dear?" Dr. While's face twisted into an ironic smile. "Well, we'll just have to work harder at putting you at ease. The first few days are the most difficult, aren't they, Jack?"
"She'll do fine here, Dr. While."
"Mmmmm, I think so too. But perhaps we'd better make sure she understands just what's expected of her. I find most people adjust best when they understand the rules of their surroundings, don't you think so?"
With that, Martha While again unfastened the white bone clip holding her hair in a tight bun, shaking the hair free. Karen knew that more torture was in store for her. She nearly blurted out what had just happened to her. But then she looked at Jack and stopped, glancing back down at the floor. Perhaps Dr. While would have had mercy on her, knowing what agony she'd recently endured and would have let her go. Perhaps not. But the thought of angering Jack made her remain still. She would endure whatever Martha While threw at her. Surely, her "treatment" couldn't last ail that long.