Chapter 7
Karen grunted with each powerful forward fuck-thrust. The stool hurt her lower back terribly as the leather belt cut into her thighs. Jack was squeezing her tits hard, pinching the nipples until she was sure he'd tear them off. And all the while his cock fucked through her swampy pussy, rubbed against her clit, sent her higher and higher toward climax. The girl chewed down on the ball once more, her legs shaking against the chains binding them to the overhead pole. Tensions was swelling inside her belly like a giant balloon, pushing toward her throbbing cunt.
"Ohhhh yeahhh, you're hot and tight an' fine down there, Karen, baby! Christ, even chained up like this you can move that Goddamned ass around like a little slut in heat," Jack commented, cupping his big hands around her ass and digging his fingernails into the sensitive, white flesh one more time.
The blonde teen cried a moan of sexual hunger. She wanted to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. She wanted to draw him closer to her. But the ropes held firm around her wrists, binding them to the legs of the stool. All she could do was lay there awkwardly on the three-legged stool with her legs raised high and accept Jack's fucking.
"Huhhrhrhhrhrrrrr!"
Karen whipped her head from side to side, her pulse racing in time with the stud's rapid cunt-fucking. Her clit throbbed with new excitement as the fuck-welded couple soared toward orgasm.
"Baby, gonna blow it! Uhhh ... oh yeahhh, gonna blow my wad right in your cunt now! Fuckin' shit, can't ... uhh ... can't hold back!"
Karen fell to pieces at the words. Sexual heat exploded in her brain, driving her toward climax. Her entire belly seemed to swell up with his cock meat. The girl grunted, jerking her cunt up as best she could onto the rock-hard bar of prick meat trenching out her pussy. And then Karen felt herself exploding, blasting into millions of pieces as the heavy jolt of his cum spattered into her pussy. Karen wept and struggled, her body nearly sliding off the stool again. Her asscheeks moved against the hard, splintery top while her upraised legs jerked hard against the restraining pole and chain.
Again Karen tried jerking her hands from their bonds. But the thick ropes held firm. Sobbing again, as another catastrophic wave shot through her cunt, the frantic girl felt her cuntal walls grip down on Jack's prick at least twice for every hot wad shooting from his cock-knob.
The beating, the whipping, the bonds-everything was a spice to her climax. She milked at the fucking, shooting rod of his prick, bouncing up and down against the stool as best she could. Her head snapped back while her tits jiggled like pudding. Jack slid his hands back up to her big swollen tits, pinching them again while keeping his spurting prick buried deep in her cunt-hole. Karen's climax seemed to go on and on and on. The angry fire that had started at the mouth of her pussy shot through her body, burning all her frayed nerve endings while Jack kept on firing his load of hot spunk.
When it was over, the big stud slipped from her cuntal grip, smearing his prickhead against her tensing asscheeks.
"Ohhhhh, Karen baby, that was good, real good. Yeah, like the doc says, you're gonna fit in real nice here now that you know what the fuck we want."
Karen turned her head and sobbed, feeling another sensation of defeat and submission wash over her. She had admitted to something she had never done simply to avoid more pain. And what had been her reward? More beatings, more whips, and finally this rape that had made her rut like a bitch. Jack was laughing at her, calling her all sorts of filthy names as he began untying the ropes holding her arms to the stool.
"You ain't nothin' but a slut ... I mean a first-class, dues-payin' slut," he grunted, sliding the ropes away from her fingers, then moving up to her ankles and starting to ease the chains off the cuffs. "I don't know about the alcoholic stuff, but you're one of them bitches who's cock-happy, you know what I mean? Once you get a taste of prick meat, baby, ain't nothin' gonna keep you away from it."
Even when he removed the gag from her mouth Karen refused to say anything. He was wrong! She was nothing of the sort! She had to submit to these horrors simply to survive this horror show. When she was out of here, things would return to normal.
Slipping her torn shift over her narrow shoulders, Karen modestly drew the garment down, covering her knees. She could hardly walk, she was so weak, so exhausted from the brutal beating and fucking. Her knees nearly buckled under her twice on the long trip back to her room. Never had she guessed she would have been thrilled to see her tiny shared cell. When Jack opened the door and shoved her in, Karen sighed with relief.
"I'll be back for you for dinner in twenty minutes. Wash up. You look like hell, baby."
Karen swallowed a sob, stumbling forward and bracing herself against the cracked porcelain bowl at the other end of the room. Teri wasn't there. Shaking the tangled blonde hairs from her face, the teen peered into the cracked mirror and was shocked at what she saw. Her lower lip was still swollen, giving her a depraved look. And there was still a glimmer in her eyes, a glint that indicated sexual arousal. Karen shifted her eyes from the image for a second, feeling her heartbeat start to quicken. Her fingers curled against the cold porcelain while her knees pressed up against the pipes. At that point, she could still feel Jack's cock fucking her while the ropes and chains pressed against her wrists and ankles. The thought of being tied up again, of being made immobile while someone fucked her thrilled her. Karen leaned forward, pressing her burning forehead against the cool mirror glass.
She would have to clean up, to at least wash her face before going to dinner. Had Teri had this same kind of problem? Did she have to contend with her own raging feelings of lust after these maniacs had tormented her? She would have to ask her when she returned from the dining hall.
Karen washed quickly. The cool water against her face felt good. Brushing her hair back, untangling the many knots, Karen took another glance in the mirror and found to her immense relief that her old innocent look back. She was glad. Approaching footsteps told her that Jack was back for her.
"Okay, in you go, and out you go for dinner," he said, pushing Teri in and curling his finger at Karen.
The two girls looked at another briefly, Teri smiling wanly before Karen brushed by and slipped out the doorway. Dinner, as Teri had told her, was something of a grim affair. There, for the first time in the hall, Karen saw the other girls-all about her age, all of them wearing those horrible shifts, and all of them fearing to say a word. Several looked up at her as she walked in, slipped down the cafeteria line, and piled the slop onto her metal divided tray before finding an empty chair near the back of the cavernous manor hall. There were no guards patrolling the aisles. Even Dr. While wasn't there. But there were one or two of the white-suited attendants standing about. There was only the steady sounds of forks scraping over the tin plates and an occasional scraping of a chair against the stone floor. It was so depressing Karen could have cried. She thought about her pleasant home, her little bedroom, the joys she had with her family. All of those things seemed so remote now-as if they had never happened at all. This was reality. And the present reality made her sick.
All the girls were escorted back to their various cells. There were at least thirty of them, Karen estimated as Greig moved her down the hall with three others, whispering something about him getting a poke at her in the future. Teri was already in bed, the blankets drawn up to her chin when she entered. A small pink night light was on.
"Asleep? It's only eight o'clock," Karen said, looking at the small brown-faced alarm clock she'd been allowed to keep.
"There's nothing else to do," Teri answered sleepily, stretching her arms over her head. "Not unless Dr. While decides to call you into her study. And you'd better pray she's tired tonight-or any other night, for that matter."
Karen sat at the edge of her small bunk, her pert little ass sinking into the mattress. She hadn't been allowed to shower. Jack had told her she'd missed the cleaning time and would have to wait until dawn. She grimaced at that thought, still feeling the slimy sensation of his cum in her pussy.
"Doesn't she ever let up on us?" Karen wondered out loud.
Teri laughed bitterly, sliding the wool covers back.
"She doesn't let up on us ... ever. I haven't talked to too many of the other girls. But it's the same story," Teri began, sitting up and shrugging. "She gets us in her office or one of those treatment rooms," Teri said, leaning forward meaningfully and putting emphasis on the last two words. Her thin lips curled up when she saw Karen's reaction. "Uh-huh. You've been there before, uh? I knew she wouldn't waste much time with you. One of the attendants probably got to you too, right?"
Karen flushed a brighter red, turning away from Teri.
"Don't be ashamed. It's happened to all of us here. God! The one called Jack. He practically chewed off my tit one time when he was fucking me. I kept crying out for help. But of course, nobody came. Nobody could probably hear. And even if they did, they wouldn't do anything to stop him. He's like all the rest," Teri sighed, leaning back against the bed and folding her arms behind her head.
"I won't be here that long. I swear I won't," Karen vowed through her clenched teeth, curling her fingers into fists and pressing them against her thighs. She felt the tears slowly rising to her eyes.
"Well, for your sake I hope you're right. It only gets rougher here, not better. You'll see for yourself tomorrow."
With that, Teri rolled over, hugging the covers to her small shoulders. In a while Karen could hear the steady, even breaths of a girl in deep sleep. But the girl's words troubled her for several hours. Karen flicked off the tiny night light, lying on her back, staring at the ceiling as she listened for any sound in the hall. She half-expected Jack or Greig to come for her, to snatch her from bed and pull her off to another of those horrible treatment rooms.
But nothing happened. By ten o'clock the girl was asleep, her dreams troubled by images of men with hard, thick cocks chasing her as she ran naked-through some strange land. She tossed and turned, her pussy burning with unholy desire. Twice she awoke, thinking she could feel the ropes and chains biting around her wrists and ankles once more.
The next day and the day after were surprisingly routine and boring. Teri and Karen sat in their cell most of the day, going out for lunch and some exercise in the afternoon. When they were in public, both were careful not to speak to one another. Yet each registered her surprise that neither was called on by Dr. While or her assistants. Of course there were the other girls, other victims to be led to the block by Jack, Greig, or any of the other attendants slouching around the grounds. Perhaps they had a new victim, brought in by her trusting parents for some sort of "cure."
Halfway through the third day, Karen felt as if her luck were on the mend. Perhaps Dr. While had forgotten about her, having found a new "favorite" in the manor. Her hopes were shattered, however, when the door to their cell opened a little after three-thirty and Jack stepped in.
"Dr. While wants to see you, Karen. She wants to see how you've progressed in your ... attitude."
Karen shuddered at the thought of the test ahead of her. Rising from her bunk, she cast a look at the sympathetic Teri, then moved in front of Jack. She ignored the fast hot grab he made for her ass, trying to muster all the courage she could for the ordeal ahead. Her new shift rustled with the short steps she took, her sandaled feet clattering down the smoothly polished corridor. Again the girl noticed no one was in the halls. It was as if she were the only one in the manor, although of course Karen knew better.
"Down here."
They moved to the right, turning into a smaller corridor that led, Karen believed, back to the first room where she had been cruelly raped by that dildo. Opening the door, Jack pushed the girl in gently.
Standing there in front of a small wooden chair was Greig, his bare chest moist with perspiration. No one else was around. Karen wheeled around, her eyes wide with anger and confusion.
"It's a trick!" she blurted, her fingers clenching into two fists. "Dr. While's not coming down here and ... and ... ughhh!"
The girl's shouted words were cut short by Jack's backhanded slap. His knuckles jarred against her chin, dazing the girl and sending her tumbling to the floor. Karen pushed her long blonde hair from her eyes, peering up at the two leering men.
"She's gonna be here. Ol' Martha said to prime you up for your next treatment. I know what the fuck that means," Greig said, interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles.
"No, don't ... don't ..."
But all her protests were for nothing. She knew that. Greig and Jack would have their way, no matter what she said. Dr. While had given them free ground with the girls. Teri had confided some stories drawn from her own experience and from some of the girls who dared to talk quietly during dinner. They had made Karen shiver with revulsion. To think she might sink even lower than she already had made her sick to her stomach.
"Shaddup. Come on, gotta keep cuffin' this one till she gets hot enough in the pussy to keep fuckin' still," Jack said.
"Yeah, and that ain't gonna be long from now, man. Shit, she's burnin' up with it right now, I'll bet," Greig added, slipping one hand between her legs.
"No!" Karen snapped her legs together, half rolling onto her right side.
"Can't be worried about her fuckin' cherry. She lost that a couple of days ago. Come on, baby, come on and loosen up."
Karen shrank away from the two men, scooting her naked ass back over the chilling flagstone floor. Her chin still hurt from the violent blow.
"Let's get 'er up," Jack sighed, reaching around and grabbing Karen by the wrists.
"No, no, lemme go, lemme go!" she cried, jerking her head from one side to the other.
Grinding her teeth together, she kicked and fought the men as best she could, bending her legs and kicking them out in an attempt to smash her feet into Jack's groin. They were ready for her, staying away from her legs, then moving in and trapping her.
Jack and Greig dragged the screaming teen back to the rear wall where a large block of wood had been bolted. Hanging from a U-clamp bolted to the wood were two lengths of chain, two rusty wrist cuffs dangling from them. It was to these cuffs that Karen's wrists were fastened, the metal halves clamped together tightly. Karen's ass dangled ten inches off the floor, her legs bent sharply at the knees. Her bare soles pressed against the stone behind her as she stared up at the two men, wondering what they would do to her first.
"This bitch's gonna whip a little skull on me before she leaves here. Might as well be now," Jack said, reaching down and pulling the zipper tab to the bottom of his fly.
Karen shook her head from side to side, gulping down her fear and revulsion as his thick cock sprang from between the halves of his trousers.
"And you're gonna gimme a real mouth-fuck too, baby. I don't want this slack-mouth crap from you. Suck hard, and move that tongue around my rod or I'm gonna make that first slap you got look like a fuckin' lovetap!"
The words weren't lost on the trembling blonde teen. He was going to give her a real mouth-fuck, not just a blow job. Guiding his prick to her lips, Jack pulled the taut outer skin back, the blue veins looking more ropelike than ever from that pressure. Bending his knees slightly, he rubbed the meaty head over her pouting lower lip, smiling as he watched a shadow of revulsion quiver over her face. Her disgust was his pleasure.
"Take it, baby, take it."
Reluctantly Karen opened her mouth. His cock-knob was so thick, so large and meaty. She felt him pressing forward, his balls dangling inches from her mouth and rising quickly up to his cockroot.
"I said suck, baby, move that tongue around, suck it good an' hard," Jack ordered.
In and out. In and out. Back and forth Jack fucked his prick until Karen thought she would choke on her own spit.
"Ohhhh, yeah, this little slut's got it right, man. Keep it up, baby. Keep up that tongue action. Yeahhhh, then I'm gonna fill your fuckin' throat up with my cum. Fuck, Greig, then it's your turn."
What next? Dear God, what next? Karen thought to herself as her mouth became coated with the slimy, salty pre-cum from Jack's cock.