Chapter 5
"Wh ... what are you going to do to me?" Karen stammered.
Martha only smiled that awful, cynical smile, nodding to Jack, then to the long wooden rack behind the girl.
"Put her on it. Fasten the cuffs tightly. I don't want to have her sliding off."
Karen wheeled around as Jack took her by the right wrist. His eyes warned her once more not to say a word about their "session" as he led her to a long, wooden, medieval rack. It was identical to the one the girl had seen earlier. By the head were several gears, all made of wood. Four leather cuffs-two at one end, two at the other-dangled from the wooden base. Jack moved the girl around, ordering her to stretch out on the base and put her arms high above her head. Karen had no choice. Swallowing down another lump of fear, the girl did as she was instructed, feeling her shift inching up over her knees as she rested on the splintery wood.
"Now, you might call this reinforcement of your former treatment," Martha While said, rubbing one long finger under her chin. "I just want you to get the idea of how seriously we take your problem, Karen."
Jack was busily tightening the straps around the teen's wrists, pulling them shut so tightly the girl winced at the pressure.
"There we go, baby. Now for the ankles."
Jack moved down to her legs, spreading them, rubbing his fingers teasingly along her ankles before strapping them to the worn leather cuffs. In a moment, the girl was bound to the rack, her ass rubbing up against the splintery wood as it had rubbed against the wall moments earlier. It was a continuing nightmare, one that seemed to grow worse and worse with every passing second.
"Now," Martha said, pleased at Jack's handiwork, "did you, or did you not sell alcohol to your friends at school?"
Karen looked up through tear-strained eyes at Martha, then at Jack. She shook her head, sucking in her lower pouting lip and biting down hard. Martha nodded at Jack who had taken up a position behind the gears. Karen saw him bending down, then heard a creaking sound. Suddenly she felt the cuffs tugging up at her wrists, pulling her arms tighter while the restraints around her ankles held firm.
"Uhhhhh!"
They were stretching her, stretching her the way the Inquisition used to torture their victims until they confessed to some meaningless crime!
"Jack is very good at this, Karen. I should warn you. Now, I'll ask again. Did you sell liquor to your friends at school?"
"No!" The girl nearly shouted the answer, angry at her parents for having put her here, and furious at Dr. While and her associates for tormenting her.
"Well, we can't have that kind of attitude so early in the game, can we?" Martha said, a little taken aback by Karen's shout.
The rack groaned again, the gears turning slowly and making the surface shudder. But the sounds were lost on the girl. She could only feel the pressure tugging up at her arms, the leather bonds digging into her already injured wrist-flesh. The muscles and tendons were stretching painfully now, a dull throbbing starting up in both shoulders. Karen jerked her head from left to right, her elbows knocking violently against the hard surface. She sobbed, coughing as the gears continued to squeak above her.
"No, please, stop it ... oh God, you're going to tear me apart!"
The leather straps chewed into her ankles, tugging downward at her legs. How her kneecaps ached from the increasing pressure above her! Jack stopped his horrible movements for the moment. Karen could feel her body trying to adjust to the incredible pressure as Martha walked around to her. She felt the older woman's icy fingers tracing her cheekbones, trailing down to her tits, barely visible above the loose-fitting smock. Martha stopped, digging one nail like a knife into the girl's right shoulder. Karen trembled.
"It's such a shame to do something like this to young women like this one," Martha said to no one in particular. "But, still, she refused to admit to her problem. Karen, I'm asking you again, did you sell liquor to your friends at school?"
The girl paused for a second, wondering if she should lie to save herself more pain.
Martha While didn't wait for the girl to decide. Jack inched the gears up another notch. A dull throbbing ache turned into a sharp stab of pain in her arms and shoulders. Her bare legs flailed against the hard wooden rack. Again and again the blonde teen howled, her voice cracking with the pain she felt as the leather restraints held her arms and legs.
"Do you have anything to say?" Dr. While was pushing her face into Karen's, leering down at her while the awful restraints threatened to tear her body in half!
Another notch! Karen shrieked, her voice shrilling past soprano. Her face became a mask of intense pain as tears streaked her flushed cheeks. The girl thought she could hear the tiny bones of her wrists and ankles cracking from the strain while her tendons began pulling away from her stretched bones. The cords stood out from Karen's neck as scream after scream ripped from her throat.
"Take her down." Martha sighed, shaking her head from side to side as Jack reluctantly eased the gears back.
Karen felt the immediate relaxation of tension around her arms and legs and nearly fainted with gratitude. She gasped the air greedily, praying to God that this was the end of her second session.
"You still don't seem to understand what I told you in the first place, dear," Dr. While said, shaking more of her loose brown hair down over her shoulders. "Cooperation. That's what this is all about-that and discipline. And I see you have neither."
More bondage! Karen begged Jack in a whisper not to do this to her again.
"Oh please, please, leave me alone! My wrists are so sore! Please, I don't think I can take it," she whimpered softly as he gathered her up from the rack and led her to a section in the room where two short lengths of chain rested on the floor, attached to two eye hooks driven into the flagstone. Directly above was a long wooden pole parallel to the floor, attached to the ceiling by a single length of chain.
"Don't have any choice, baby. I ain't gonna wind up on my ass because of you. And, like I said, you don't fuck around with me and blab or I swear I'll get to you before they throw me out."
The threat was enough to keen the girl quiet.
"Put here there," Jack," Dr. While said.
Karen was terrified. More pain. Oh God, there'd be more pain, more bondage! She wished she could have blacked out before enduring this. But her own stubbornness plus something else she couldn't quite understand kept her very conscious. She stood there, her teeth starting to chatter as Dr. While whispered something softly to the chief attendant.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said.
Karen was told her arms had to be raised. She knew already what would happen. Sighing, she did as she was told, feeling Jack strap her wrists tightly to the horizontal bar above her head. Her arms were wide apart, the distance making her sore shoulders ache even more.
"Please ..."
But there was no mercy here. Jack dropped to his feet, locking the chains to two cuffs he wrapped around her ankles. Once again the girl found herself bound, her arms and legs useless to her. Karen groaned. Half hanging by the wrists, half standing on her toes, the young teen shivered under the pressure pulling her spine. Stretched and taut. They had made her a living X. Her head slowly turned from one side to the other as she assessed the degree of her bondage. It was the only real movement she could make.
"Ain't she somethin' else like this?" Jack said, running his fingers lightly up and down her tits.
"Take off her smock, Jack. Rip it off if you have to," Martha said, her voice trembling.
Karen shuddered when she felt the big attendant's fingers gripping the collar of her gown, tearing the garment in half with one mighty rip. Her arms and legs jiggled against the chains from that one mighty move. She stood there in the spread position almost as she had stood attached to that awful cross in the other room, her cunt completely exposed and stretched open by her pose.
It was then the teen saw something in Martha's hand, something that made her cringe-a whip! Martha tapped the leather-wrapped handle lightly against one thigh, her thin lips curling again into that awful smile that made Karen blanch.
"You still defy me and the school. There's only one way to make sure you listen to us-to change, as it were."
"No, no!"
Karen's jaw slackened, her eyes bulging as she took in the length of that horrible weapon. Martha's long fingers were trembling slightly, gripping the handle hard as she studied the helpless girl hanging in front of her.
"Oh yes, Karen, yes."
Martha stepped up to the young girl, draping the long pliant leather whip over her right arm. Karen shuddered, closing her eyes while her teeth chattered against one another. The cold touch of the black leather against her flesh like that made her shuddder inwardly. She dared not make a move or make a sound! She was waiting now, waiting for the pain. This would be sharper than the rack, more brutal than the dildo, harder than the slaps she'd been forced to endure before. Martha smiled more broadly, wrapping the whip around Karen's neck now, tightening the lashing end around her throat. Karen opened her eyes, feeling the pressure from the leather cutting the air from her windpipe.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Feel it now, Karen? Do you feel the whip, the whip that's going to teach you lessons you've never dreamed of?"
Dr. While grinned that hellish smile some more, tightening the whip, then relaxing its grip, letting it slide like a snake from the girl's neck. Karen shook her head, sucking in air to feed her oxygen-starved lungs. Dr. While stepped back, snapping the whip, straightening against the floor. Karen watched in mute fascination, barely feeling the painful pressure of the wrist and ankle bands.
Karen watched as Dr. While's arm jerked up, the whip coiling in the air and snapping loudly. She swore she could see something like electrical sparks jumping from the weapon as it arched in the thickening air, then sliced down toward her body.
"Eaghghghhghghghhgaiyeyeeeee!"
Never had she experienced such pain before. The leather tip sliced into the flesh just above her lower right rib. Karen shrieked again, her body twisting and bouncing shakily against the restraining chains. The bar overhead groaned as the girl yammered, tossing her head between her raised, stretched arms. The pain stabbed hard into her brain.
"Now, I ask you again, dear, about the alcohol ..."
"Yes, oh yes, yes I did it, I sold it to my friends," Karen whispered, the words tumbling one over the other.
"Well, that's more like it," Martha said, tapping the whip once more against her thighs. "It's too bad we've had to resort to this. But, just to make sure you understand the punishment for being too slow with your confessions, I'll continue."
"No, no, what do you want?"
Karen's question went unanswered. Again the whip snapped into the air, the long leather line cracking in the air like a pistol shot. Karen screamed, half-closing her eyes and bracing herself as best she could while the whip hissed toward her bound body.
"Yaghghghhghghhh!"
The dry smacking of the leather against her flesh sent shivers of pain through her entire body. This time the leather whipped across her belly, tearing at the soft flesh and knocking the wind from her lungs. Karen jerked forward, her arms and legs tugging furiously at the chains restraining her. Again the iron bar overhead groaned from the violent moves of her body. Karen hung her head down between her aching shoulders, her hair curtaining her face. Her tits swelled slightly while her nipples reddened. And, to her chagrin, there was another change-one between her legs. As Dr. While paused yet another time, a strange kind of tightening warmth began to spread over her cunt. Did Dr. While notice this? Karen raised her head slightly, peering through her hair. Martha was standing there, her uniform clinging damply to her lithe body while her eyes glittered with that unholy glare of excitement. Yes, she knew!
"Little slut. You're starting to enjoy this, aren't you? This isn't punishment-it's a kind of recess for you."
And behind her there was Jack, breathing heavily, barely restraining himself as Dr. While reared back for another blow.
"Nooooo!" the teen screamed.
Karen jerked her head back, letting that yowl of protest bounce off the ceiling. There was another crack, another smacking sound as the whip chewed into her pink, resilient belly flesh.
"Yowowowowwwwwww!"
Karen felt the world sinking away from her. She had nearly lost consciousness at that last blow. The leather bands on her wrists and ankles were starting to cut as if they were knives. And that last blow had cut across both her nipples. It had been lighter than the others. But the leather biting across such a sensitive area had nearly knocked the sobbing teen out.
Martha doubled the whip, drawing closer to the girl and slashing the doubled end across her face. Karen shrieked, the force of the blow snapping her head to one side.
"I'm through with her, Jack. You may amuse yourself as you choose. Just make sure she has dinner before lights out," Martha said, regaining some of her composure and dropping the whip to the floor.
Karen almost wanted to beg the doctor to stay, not to leave her here with this maniac. But Dr. While knew what she was doing, The girl watched in despair as the older woman slipped from the room, closing the door while coiling her hair back up in that awful bun.
"Yeah, she's left you to me, baby. And now we can finish up what we started."
Jack walked up to her, smoothing his big fingers around her tits, her thighs, her belly, then down to her cunt. Karen groaned, grinding her teeth together. She knew he was going to hurt her, to cause her much pain before he fucked her.
And that was exactly what happened. Jack grabbed at Karen's pussy, twisting a fistful of her blonde hairs around and around. The girl's ass tensed, her legs jerking hard against the ankle restraints as more tears shot from her eyes. It was as if a thousand fiery needles were piercing her cunt. He kept pulling and tearing at her cunt hairs, the exploding pain knifing through her again and again.
Jack jerked his hand back, ripping cunt hairs from her swelling pussy mound. Karen snapped her head back and screamed again. Unable to control herself, the girl felt something warm and wet trickling down her thighs. Piss! She was disgracing herself, pissing on her own body from the fear and pain assailing her.
"You lousy, filthy little bitch!" Jack barked, shaking the hair from his hands and watching as the girl pissed on herself. "You can't even wait till we're through, huh?"
He bent over and picked up the whip, doubling it and striding over to her. The big man raised his hand, bringing the weapon down across her face, across her lips, across the tops of her tits. Karen struggled, sobbing hysterically, crying out for help even though she knew none would be coming. The girl felt her hands going numb. Again she screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn't even remember having heard before. Jack only laughed at her torment, slashing and hitting her again and again with the leather whip until the teen was nearly numb with overwhelming pain.
"Nooooo!" she cried.
Karen felt his fingers gripping her cunt flesh. She knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, vulnerable skin of her pussy lips. And how her inner cuntlips were on fire, almost burning with lust as his fingers moved up and down over her swollen pussy mound.
But Jack wasn't only interested in toying with her cunt. Again he backed away, lashing and beating at the girl, grabbing more of her cunt, tearing out more of her pussy hairs.
Jack was growling at her, his words lost in the red rage of his sadistic fury. Karen was certain he would kill her as she hung there helplessly from the ceiling. With a sob, the girl closed her eyes in defeat.