Disciplined mother

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Oh stop it, stop it! I can't take this any more! Please, oh please, don't, don't do this to me any more! You're hurting me!"

Krystal screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice hurting as the sound shrilled through the large room. The other girls began sobbing louder, twisting about as they watched the young teen tortured by the whip.

"Hurts, does it?" Mike said, a savage smile twisting across his lips.

"No, don't, no more! No more!"

"Take her down!"

Linda pulled the ropes off roughly, pushing Krystal from the post. The girl stumbled forward, throwing her arms in front of her for support. Linda grabbed one roughly, twisting it back and up, pressing her knuckles against the small of her back while forcing her down onto the ground. The resulting pain in her upper arm made the teen think it was broken.

"You'll move here the way we want you to move," Linda said, jerking the girl's other arm around and holding her wrists together. "Now keep them that way."

Krystal knew it was hopeless to fight back. She bowed her head, her long hair curtaining her face as the woman wrapped a cord around her wrists, binding them together.

"Now, crawl across the floor… now!"

Krystal felt Linda's shoe kick her in the ass, pushing her down onto the floor face-first.

"I said crawl! This isn't your damned bed!"

Krystal struggled to her knees, still keeping her head bowed low. She began walking forward, the concrete floor hurting her terribly. She slid past the post to which she'd been bound earlier, past one of the roped teens, then finally to Mike. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair, jerking her head up. Krystal groaned as he snatched the strands from her scalp. All she could think of now was ending this horrible session and getting back to a room where she could hide.

"You're over here now, baby. Stand up so we can finish your first lesson!"

Over! Thank God, it was going to be aver! Almost letting out a cry of joy, Krystal braced herself against the big man, forcing herself to her feet. She stood there in front of him, knowing his eyes were raping her. Krystal fought back the tears and fear, knowing full well Mike was going to rape her some time while she was at this "school". She prayed to God it wouldn't be tonight. No, not tonight, not after all this horror.

"You look a little dirty after your ordeal, Krystal. I think maybe you need something to clean you off before you go back to your room and think about what happened today."

"No, don't!"

Krystal wasn't sure what they were talking about. But she could see from their sneers it would be horrible. Mike grabbed her by the throat, wheeling her around, his fingers bruising her flesh. Krystal felt icy panic grip her heart. She could hardly breathe, her feet seemed to give out beneath her as he pushed her back into the room. Behind her, Krystal could hear the others again, crying out for Mike to stop it as he strangled the teen.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

He let go, Krystal falling against something very hard and very cold. Turning her head about, she noticed it was, a tub of some sort.

"Now, up we go."

His hands were on her again, rolling her into the tub, forcing her into a collapsed heap. Krystal shuddered, her flesh turning blue and breaking out into goosepimples. The cracked porcelain surface was terribly uncomfortable. Stretching out both legs, uncurling them, the girl twisted around until her spine was pressed against the curved back of the old-fashioned washtub. The backs of her calves shuddered as she waited far Mike to work his worst on her. He was standing by the side of the tub now, grinning at her. Linda was nowhere to be seen. Some louder screams from the front of the room told Krystal that Linda was busy with one of the other girls for the moment.

He reached down, opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Krystal drew back, staring up at him, her mouth opened in wonder. Mike held his cockhead in one hand, rolling it from finger to finger, enjoying the scene as Krystal squirmed uncomfortably under the shadow of his fat fucker.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Your final lesson for the day, like I said, Krystal. You don't believe me?"

Was he going to make her fuck him? Was he going to make her, oh God in heaven, suck him? She shrank back, her small shoulders shuddering while the long red tips on her tits became stiff and hot from the surrounding porcelain. All sorts of thoughts raced through her head as she waited for Mike to make his move.

"Gotta piss, you know? I've been working all this time with you and haven't had a chance to go to the john. You understand what I'm talking about, Krystal?"

"Please, don't hurt me."

It was the only thing she could think of, feeling the ropes cutting into her wrist flesh again. He was bracing his knees just under the lip of the washtub now, a strange expression on his handsome face. Krystal focused her attention on his cock once more and noticed a clear drop appearing on his piss-slit. Another appeared and at that point the teen realized what he was going to do to her. She screamed, kicking her bare feet against the side of the tub, twisting around just as the yellowish stream cascaded over her tummy.

"No! God, God, that's sick! Stop it! Don't do that to me!"

Mike only laughed at her horror, his piss now a twisting thick yellowish stream spattering over her whip-scarred flesh. Krystal gagged, able to smell the stink of his urine already. She could hear some of it gurgling down the drain around her feet as she kicked and flailed against the sides of the tub. She could feel the hot, oily stream washing over her belly, then trickling into the thick blonde bush of her cunt before spattering onto her thighs. Pissed on! It had to be the ultimate humiliation! She shivered with revulsion, blinking her eyelids rapidly as Krystal felt the sour phlegm rising in her throat. It was then Mike stopped, flicking several droplets against her face. The girl spread her legs as far apart as she could, lifting her ass, trying to keep her body away from the filthy, piss-stained tub floor. The last of it finally trickled down the drain. Krystal heaved a sigh of relief. Now perhaps he would let her go.

"Don't go anywhere," he cooed, leaning against the tub again and starting to piss on her once more.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Krystal at this point wished she were dead. She bit her lips to keep from screaming with frustration and rage. The thin, hot yellowish spray stung her nipples, slicked through the valley between her tits, then stained her belly once again. She jerked her head around the moment she felt his piss beating against her chin.

"No, you're not cooperating, Krystal. You're going to be here all night. And I thought you were making such good progress for a novice."

"No, not there, not in my mouth!"

Mike backhanded her twice, knocking her head against the side of the tub. There were more slaps across the side of the face until Krystal finally came around. At that moment, she would have sold her mother to Satan to stop the painful beating. Mike nodded with approval, jerking her head back.

"Now, open those pretty lips. I wanna see that mouth, Krystal. Do as you're told."

His voice was calm, only the slightest tremor betraying just how excited he was. Krystal closed her eyes, taking in a deep, panting breath. Her tits slapped together as she squirmed on the piss, and did as she was told. It was just when he began to piss once more that Krystal realized her cunt was tingling. The pissing scene, to her amazement, was starting to arouse her!

"Now, open your eyes and look right at me. Yes, that's the right way."

The piss started again. Mike was directing the stream along her chin, then moving it up until it was shooting into her mouth.

Just think of it as milk, Krystal said to herself, closing her throat to the awful stuff. She tried not to breathe, not to smell the pungent urine as more and more of it splashed into her mouth, swirled over her teeth, then dribbled out down the sides of her chin to the tub. When Mike struck her on the back, she found herself swallowing some of the piss, gagging and choking on the horrid taste. He laughed, spraying the piss on her eyes, her nose, her lips once more. Krystal gagged again, falling back, wallowing in the filth as he finished with the act.

"Hot, Krystal? You want to do something about it?"

How could he know? How could he possibly know about her dreadful arousal? It was shaming her as she lay there, her cunt afire, her body covered with urine. What kind of man would want her now, in this dreadful state? At that point, Linda moved to the other side of the tub, peering in and smirking at her.

"What happened to the pretty little Miss?" she asked mockingly. "It looks like you've fallen from the pedestal your mother put you on. We'll have to take care of that."

"Wash her up," Mike ordered, tucking his cock back in. "Then take her to my quarters."

His quarters? She thought it would be all over!

"No! Please, you said I could go back! Please, lemme go back! Oh, God, don't… don't do this to me!"

"Here, you won't need these for a while," Linda said more gently now that Mike had gone, reaching down and puffing the rope from her wrists. Krystal noticed the change in her voice, the softening of her manner, and she almost cried.

"Oh, oh, he did terrible things to me!" she sobbed, rubbing her freed wrists together while staring around the tub. "He… he pissed on me and then… and then he made me… made me drink some of it!"

Krystal gagged at the thought, wishing there were a fountain or a washbasin she could rinse her mouth in.

"I know. It's almost the standard bill of fare for all new girls. You'll get used to it. Now we have got to get you cleaned up, or I'll lose my job."

Linda helped her from the tub, taking her by the hand. Krystal noticed the others were gone now, the bonds hanging open and limp from the supporting columns. The girl shuffled from the large room, sweeping the hair from her eyes, feeling dirtier than ever. Linda led her to a small white-tiled shower room. Krystal turned on the hot water and scrubbed her body well, wanting to stay there the rest of the day.

"You're stalling, Krystal. Believe me, Mike'll notice that and make you pay dearly for it."

She knew Linda was right. Turning off the water, the young teen dried, handing the towel reluctantly back to Linda. She knew the rules – no clothes, complete nakedness. They walked back to the main office. Krystal wasn't about to stop there, but Linda pushed her forward.

"In here."

It was a strangely narrow room, the walls paneled with yellow pine. Walking nervously inside, Krystal turned around only to see the door close behind her. Thank goodness it was warm. There were two benches in front of her and on one of these she sat down, waiting for God only knows what.

"I see you've washed up. Good. I don't like fooling around with someone who smells like a pig sty." It was Mike. He was bare-chested.

"Are you going, going to fuck me?" Krystal asked hesitantly, the awful word still sounding strange coming from her mouth.

"That depends. I hear you're a virgin. That's a messy business. But then again, it can be fun for both of us," Mike said, playing with her hair.

"I don't want it," Krystal whispered, shying away from his touch.

"Here, what you want doesn't count for shit, Krystal," Mike said with a laugh.

The girl winced at the thought, knowing he was right. He could slap her down, knock her legs apart and fuck her right there. But something told her he had something much more intense planned for her.

"Lie down," he said, pushing the two benches tightly together.

"Are you going to tie me up again?"

"I just don't trust you yet, Krystal. Besides, this can be more fun when you're all tied up. You'll find that out soon enough."

She did as she was told, watching as Mike drew her arms back and slightly down. Something the teen hadn't noticed earlier were leather straps bolted to the squat legs of the two benches. These he slipped around her wrists, making certain the material wasn't touching the already reddened areas of her flesh.

"You were fighting your bonds too much, Krystal. Thai's not good. All you'll do is injure yourself. And we don't want that to happen, do we?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

Krystal had so much loathing, so much hatred for Mike she could have exploded with it. Instead she did nothing, testing the bonds, finding she couldn't raise her shoulders.

"Now for the legs."

Next, Krystal felt a strap cinching tightly around her small waist, holding her more firmly to the benches. When Mike walked down to the end of the second bench, she followed him with rounded, terrified eyes. He turned, looking down at his prisoner speculatively, then moved around and fixed long buckled straps to two rings bolted into the wall some six feet above the floor. Instinctively, Krystal knew what was going to happen, squirming her ass against the splintery wood. So when Mike took her right ankle, held it against his chest, then jerked it up until her toes brushed against the wall, Krystal wasn't surprised.

The strap fitted tightly around her ankle, drawing her leg well away from the centerline of her body. Next came the other leg, similarly drawn to a wall and roped to that buckled strap. Now Krystal could understand the reason for that narrow room. It was ideal for the straps that controlled her legs. Mike now pulled carefully on the benches – first one leg, then the other, until they stood out rigid at almost right angles to Krystal's strapped body. Slightly raised, they supported the weight of her haunches so that when Mike pulled the lower bench from under Krystal's ass, its position didn't change. The only difference was that now it hung suspended past the rest of the bench to which the rest of the teen was strapped.

"Ohhhh no, no! Oh God in heaven, not so tight! It's tearing me in two!"

Mike ignored her cries, running his fingers up and down the ridged legs and thighs of the young teen. He shook his head.

"No. It's not enough. I'm going to tighten it just a bit. I don't want you to move even in the slightest," he said.

"No, noooooo!"

The pulling agony was awful! There were moments when Krystal thought her arms and legs would be pulled off. She sobbed and pleaded as each of her ankles was drawn out another notch in, the strap. The pain shot through her like a ragged saw. In a panic, the teen struggled. But she found that only part of her could move even a fraction of an inch. Trapped like this – trapped, and not able to do so much as move a muscle!

"No, no, this is awful! Please, don't do this to me! Oh God, don't!"

"You're really stretched wide, you know? I can see right down into your cunt. You can't close your lips, can you, baby?"

Krystal stopped her twisting for a moment, realizing at this point that Mike was standing right in front of her. He was looking into her pussy, stroking his cock through his trousers. That was it! He had had her roped this way, and was going to fuck her! She flushed beet-red, watching his lips smack together.

"You're really nice, baby. Good ass, good way you move! You're going to fit right in here at the school."

"Uhhhhh, please take me down! Oh, it's hurting me so!"

"This should take care of it!"

Mike had whipped out his cock, stroking it hard. Once more, Krystal had a chance to see his prick. But now it was far bigger, far longer and thicker than it had been when he was pissing on her. He stroked its sides, greasing it down with his pre-cum, licking his lips as the girl struggled on the bench under him. No, no! This couldn't be happening! She had always been a good girl, just like her mother had always wished. She had never thought about doing this with a man until lately. And now… and now the man who was supposed to care for her was going to fuck her. Again, Krystal felt a rush of hatred for her mother as she thought of how Carla had led her to this hellhole.

"Now we're going to have some fun again. You're going to lose your cherry and finally become a woman. That's what school's about – growth!"

"Noooooo!"

She felt his fingers on her thighs, the nails scratching them as he dropped his trousers completely and braced himself against her body. She thought of him pissing in her, the image of this animal leaning against her and flooding her mouth and cunt with his piss. And now he was going to screw her.

"Stop it!"

But before Krystal could shout out her protest once more, Mike had slipped his cockmeat into her cunt and was starting to ram his prickhead against her cherry.