CHAPTER FIVE

Cindy didn't know what form her revenge would take. What could she do? She was a prisoner, a sex slave, her pussy a toy for other women. All she knew was that someday, somehow she was going to do something about her intolerable situation.

I'll get even with you fucking bastards, she thought heatedly. I'm not like these meek little chicks around here.

One thing Cindy was sure of was that she was going to have to start being clever. Every time she spoke her mind or acted like a free person – bam – off to some damned room with horny matrons! How would she ever get any revenge if she had to spend her days and nights fucking dildos that were strapped to matrons?

Cindy's young mind whirled with all sorts of fantastic ways to get even with Regina Fairfield and her band of lesbian attendants. She day-dreamed about the day she would be free. She would come back here and blow the fucking place apart! Why not return with a group of chicks like the Jet-Savers someday? Boy, could they ever turn this joint in a shambles!

But Cindy's burning thoughts, no matter how juicy and satisfying, were no help to her now, and she knew it. She tossed on her cot and worried her lower lip. Her tits and pussy were still buzzing from the mouths of the two lusty matrons. Cindy's eyes twinkled. Everyone had seemed satisfied when she had surrendered to that pussy abuse. Mrs. Fairfield had walked away as if happy. Maybe that was the secret for now – pretend to be submissive.

A slow smile lifted the corners of Cindy's sweet mouth. Yes, that's what she would do. She would go along with this raunchy little game. She would make believe she was beaten and repentant. And, all the while, she would wait for her chance to get even.

For the next few days Cindy was a model prisoner. She obediently did everything she was told. She gave no one a hard time and even made a few friends in the dorm and in the dining hall. But behind her forehead she was plotting and planning, ever wary and alert for the opportunity to wreak revenge. She even thought that if she was really good, Regina Fairfield might give her out side privileges like some of the other girls. Then she might be able to escape!

Actually, Cindy was fooling no one but herself. Regina Fairfield was not stupid. During one of the counsel meetings she held often in her office, she laughed upon reading Cindy's file report.

She gazed at the five matrons sitting before her and said, "I see Cindy Farmer has suddenly and miraculously turned into a fine young lady."

Laughter filled the room. Every matron there could readily see what the cute little girl was up to. Many girls had tried conning the staff and Mrs. Fairfield.

"She's up to something, all right," one of the attendants said.

"Of course," Regina Fairfield replied. "Escape probably, if we give her outside privileges."

"Or revenge," another matron put in wisely. "She's a tough one, that's for sure. Under her pretty exterior burns a resentment. I can see it in her eyes sometimes when she doesn't know anyone is looking at her. It's like a snake waiting to strike."

Regina Fairfield digested that information for a moment. Then she hummed through her tight, thin lips and tapped Cindy's file with a long, unpainted fingernail. "Let's find out what she's up to. Next Sunday will be the real test."

"Yes, Ma'am," a few matrons responded.

Cindy learned about Sunday on a Friday. She was sitting on her cot when the two girls on each side of her bed excitedly talked about visitors' day.

"Sunday?" Cindy said, feeling a new excitement well up behind her taut young tits. "Gee, do you think I'll get to visit with my parents?"

"Are they coming?" one girl asked. "I don't know," Cindy replied. "Do they even know about it?"

"That's up to Mrs. Fairfield," the other girl told her. "I guess if you've been behaving she'll let your mom and dad know and then they can come visit you."

Cindy mulled that over. She was sure she'd been fooling everyone for days now. Maybe Mrs. Fairfield would call her parents, too. What if she did? What would Cindy do when she saw her parents? She thought about that for two days.

On Sunday morning all the girls dressed in their finest. The dormitory looked like a room full of cute little angels. Cindy smiled as she looked up and down the long room. She couldn't help wondering what the horny Jetsons would do in a place like this. The dorm slept fifty girls but at any one time there was usually about twenty. Cindy peered at all the young tits and cute asses and sweet pussies and giggled to herself. The Jetsons could have a field day around here!

Cindy was excitedly imagining some of her roommates fucking like crazy when two matrons entered the dorm. They walked up and down the bed with clipboards and announced the names of the girls who would be visiting outside today with their parents.

To Cindy's complete surprise a matron paused at the foot of her bed and said, "Farmer. You can visit with your parents between one and two o'clock." Then she walked on to the next bed.

Cindy struggled to hide her overwhelming shock and delight. "Thank you," she murmured for the matron's sake. The matron glanced at her partner and winked. The other smiled slightly. But Cindy saw none of this. She was burning up with excitement.

She stretched out on her cot and breathed deeply. Her blood rushed through her veins. Her heart beat wildly behind her thrusting young tits.

She couldn't believe her luck. Mrs. Fairfield must be nuts, she thought brazenly. That dumb broad! Boy, did she fall for my little tricks! What a numbskull! And here I thought she was one of the smartest women I'd ever met. Why, she's a piece of cake!

Cindy leapt from her cot. Her fingers trembled as she stuffed her jutting tits into a teeny-weeny black bra. This was the chance she had been waiting for. By God, she would show these bastards a thing or two!

At one o'clock Cindy was in a small line of girls at the front door of the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls. She was almost breathless with anticipation and she kept getting on tiptoes to see over the girls in front of her, trying to spot her parents out on the vast green lawns.

A tall, willowy matron unlocked the doors and the girls filed out into the bright sunshine. Cindy pushed her way past the girls, almost jumping with excitement. Her sparkling blue eyes searched the area, darting here and there. She saw girls embracing their mothers and fathers, and her own eyes looked around desperately. Then she saw them. Her parents were beneath a shady oak tree, waiting near a newly painted table with picnic benches.

"Mom! Daddy!" Cindy shrieked. She broke into a run, her tits jiggling and ass swinging as her legs carried her as fast as they could.

Tears filled her eyes and started to fall long before she reached her parents. She threw herself into her mother's arms and sobbed uncontrollably, shaking violently as if she were having a tremendous orgasm.

"Ohh, mommmm," she cried.

Her father's brow knit in a worried frown and he pressed up to his wife and daughter and put an arm around them both. "Cindy," he murmured. "What is it?"

"Oh, Daddy!" she wept, turning her tear streaked face to him. She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Help me," she sobbed. "You have to get me out of this place, please, please! I can't stay here any more!"

"But, darlin…" her mother stammered, shocked.

"Oh, Mom! Daddy!" Cindy cried. "Listen to me!" She quickly looked around to make sure there were no matrons within earshot. She pulled at her parents to make them sit with her, then she burst out, "You wouldn't believe what's happening in here. Girls! Oh, how can I tell you? They make us do filthy things with girls! Sexy things! Oh! I know how this must sound, but you've got to believe me!"

"Now, honey," her father said, patting her hand, "calm yourself."

"I can't!" Cindy shrieked. "There's nothing to be calm about! Listen to me, please! These are filthy, dirty people. Mrs. Fairfield is the worst! They get their kicks watching us girls get raped by females!"

Mrs. Farmer blushed profusely. "Cindy! I will not have you speaking about such dirty things!"

New tears flowed from Cindy's eyes as she gazed at her outraged mother. Hopelessness filled her heart and, in desperation, she turned to her dad.

"Daddy," she sobbed, "you have to listen to me. I'm not making it up! They torture us!"

"Cindy… really now."

Cindy's shock registered in her pretty face, her mouth fell open and her eyes darted from her mother's face to her father's. "You don't believe me! My God! You don't believe me!"

Mr. Farmer's eyes traveled to her wrists, checked her bare arms, studied her face. Cindy understood the look of incredulity she got from him.

"It doesn't show!" she screeched. "They use fur-lined cuffs so we don't get marked in any way!"

"But, vicious girls?" her father said slowly, doubt written all over his face.

"Oh, Daddy, listen! Not those kind of girls! They torture us with, with… Ohhhh, Mother, can't you take a walk for a minute?"

"She cannot!" her father barked angrily.

Cindy got flustered. "I-I'm sorry. All I meant was maybe she shouldn't hear what I'm trying to tell you."

"I'm staying right here," her mother said, drying her tears. "Mrs. Fairfield warned us that you might be unruly. She tried to get us to wait a little longer before seeing you, but we were so desperate to visit you. Now look!"

Cindy had no choice but to ignore her mother completely. She knew she had to get through to her father. "Daddy, please listen to me. The girls torture us with dildos! With their tongues and hands! Oh, I can't spell it out! It's too embarrassing and humiliating! Use your imagination!"

Mr. Farmer head was shaking dolefully. With great sadness in his eyes, he said, "I've heard you say some pretty bad things lately, Cindy, but this has to be the limit. Is there nothing you won't say just to get out of here? Mrs. Fairfield is doing all she can to help you. We get reports, you know. That's what we're paying her for. We've read them all, how you've been a constant rebel and a source of disharmony around here."

"Oh, my God!" Cindy gasped, seeing the writing on the wall. Regina Fairfield wasn't so stupid after all!

Cindy couldn't give up though. "Look at the gates!" she cried desperately. "They're all locked!"

"Well of course," her father said as if she had brought up a pretty dumb subject.

"But the fences are electric!" Cindy screeched.

"Yes, we know. Mrs. Fairfield…" Cindy was on her feet, her tits heaving and face flushed. "What kind of parents are you?" she yelled. "Are you gonna believe me, or her? How can you sit there like that when your own daughter is telling you she's being tortured?"

"That will be all, Cindy," a voice said from behind her.

Cindy whirled and faced Regina Fairfield. Two matrons took her arms and quietly led her away. They half-dragged her, smiles on their pretty faces so that on looking parents, such as Cindy's, would see that the unruliest of girls still got tender loving care.

Cindy hollered and screamed all the way, calling over her shoulder to her mother and father. But soon her voice died behind huge, locked doors. Regina Fairfield turned to Mr. and Mrs. Farmer with a look of great compassion on her thin face.

"I'm terribly sorry about this," she said calmly. "But I did warn you."

"Yes," Mrs. Farmer said weakly, drying more tears.

Mrs. Fairfield went on. "I tried to tell you that it is best to wait until after the ninety-day program has a chance to take effect. A visit of this kind is usually traumatic. I really am sorry you insisted oncoming today. I certainly cannot refuse you that right, but it has been my long experience that girls like Cindy need a great deal of time and much love before they are ready for a visit."

Mr. Farmer felt it necessary to defend his presence here. "I think I agreed with your letter," he said. "But Mrs. Farmer wanted so much to see Cindy. I understand now that we should leave her totally in your care."

Regina Fairfield smiled. "Good. Then let us proceed with the ninety-day program. As I said in the beginning, I will inform you when you can visit Cindy. Trust me. I've transformed many girls here, Mr. and Mrs. Farmer, with outstanding results. Now if you cannot bear it, then I suggest you take Cindy home with you today."

"No, no," Mrs. Farmer said quickly. It gave her the shudders to recall her daughter's recent outburst. Girls, indeed!

"You have carte blanche," Mr. Farmer added. "Our original agreement stands. We place Cindy entirely in your capable hands. Please help her."

Mrs. Fairfield turned to her attendants and said, "See that Mr. and Mrs. Farmer are made comfortable before they leave. Get them some coffee. Whatever they want."

She walked away across the thick, rich grass. Doors opened before she got to them and she marched into the huge mansion. The doors closed and locked behind her.

She entered her office where three matrons stood around a chair. Cindy was in it, her shoulders slumped, her pretty face in her hands. She was weeping and shivering. She looked whipped.

Regina Fairfield stood in front of her and leaned her bony ass against the edge of the desk. She crossed her arms over her flat chest and said, "Now then."

Cindy raised her eyes to the woman's placid face. Cindy looked dumbfounded. "They didn't believe me," she said in a hoarse whisper.

"Did you expect them to believe wild stories like that?" Regina Fairfield said with a smile.

"They're true!" Cindy gasped.

"But unbelievable," the woman said calmly. She stuck a cigarette into her silver holder and lit it up. She gazed at the quivering girl and said, "Do you remember your first days here? You wondered why we didn't punish you with horny boys or raping men. Remember? And you were shocked when you found out that we use our girls."

"Yes," Cindy said weakly.

"Well, think about it. Whose parents would ever believe a girl was being tortured by girls? That's why I use them here for discipline reasons. No parent can believe such a thing especially from a wayward girl whose already been in a lot of trouble with her lies. You see, your parents are used to you lying to get your own way. I simply capitalize on that fact."

Cindy's eyes flashed. Her pink tongue slithered across her dry lips. She swallowed and said, "You're evil."

"Perhaps," Mrs. Fairfield said simply, "that's how you feel now. But you'll change your mind – if you're lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yes, Cindy, lucky. If you will open your mind. If you will stop acting like a know-it-all. You're only a young girl. You don't know everything there is to know. You only think you do. You've been under the influence of the real evil, boys and girls like the Jetsons and the Jet-Savers. They're all radicals, you know. Misfits and rebels who think they can punish their parents, teachers and clergymen by behaving as raunchy as possible. That's, no way to fight the system."

Regina Fairfield might as well have said nothing. Cindy frowned deeply, not understanding the woman's meaning at all, she could only whimper helplessly, remembering that neither her mother nor her father believed her when she had tried to tell of her terrible plight here at Fairfield.

"You're really quite naive, Cindy," the woman said. She reached behind her and lifted a sheet of paper from heir desk, passing it to Cindy. "This is why your parents won't believe anything you say. All parents get this in the beginning."

Cindy took the paper into her trembling fingers and blinked her tear-filled eyes to read the print. The announcement explained everything to Cindy.


THE FAIRFIELD HOME FOR WAYWARD GIRLS


Dear Parents:

We fully understand your feelings about your daughter being placed in the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls and we sympathize. At this same time, however, we wish to assure you that all the love and care possible is being taken to help your little sin.

Fairfield has a 90-day program designed to help change your daughter's character defects. We suggest you place her entirely in our care for that trial period of time. Usually, a girl improves greatly in those ninety days, so please be patient. Remember that the alternative is Juvenile Hall or worse.

In the beginning your daughter will attempt every trick she knows to dissuade you from leaving her here. She will use devious tears and cunning arguments and even outright lies, just as she has been doing at home to deceive you all along. We strongly advise that you take what she says about Fairfield with a grain of salt.

It has been our experience that girls will use the electric fencing as evidence of their cruel imprisonment. We do not share with these young people the fact that the fences are electrified to keep out males, young and old, who would love to storm the walls for immoral purposes. The gates are kept locked for the same reasons. These children are entrusted to us, therefore we must take every measure to protect them from the seedy side of life they have already been tainted by.

Give us ninety days, dear parents, and let us help your little girl to become the kind of person you so desperately wish her to be. If after ninety days your daughter has not improved, we will be the first to admit defeat and advise other methods of correction.

Cordially,

Regina Fairfield


The paper slipped out of Cindy's hands. Tears streamed down her pretty face. Her body sagged in the chair. "You bitch," she sobbed.

Regina Fairfield laughed. "Take her downstairs," she said.

"Downstairs?" Cindy rasped as two matrons helped her to her feet. "You mean… No! Please! Not that again!"

"But you need it dear," Mrs. Fairfield said.

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