Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER ONE

"You'll sleep in here, even with all the money you think you've got."

The words were sharp, uncompromising, shattering. Lisa Eldridge clung to her black and white suitcase, her fingers turning while she stared at the bleak cell. She knew it was real. She knew she would be here for at least six months until a parole board heard her case once more. Still it all seemed like a horrible, horrible dream to the blonde teen, her world of parties and the good life shattered by a careless, mindless drunken driving accident.

"And you won't have a chance to do the things you normally do with boys," the tall, slender matron said, her thin lips curling up into a wry smile.

"Wh-what?" Lisa realized she was being addressed.

"Fucking. We all know that's what rich little girls like you do, besides drinking, which is obviously why you're here," she said, arching her eyebrows while looking down at the teen coolly.

Lisa felt the coolness between the two of them. Anna Beddingfield, the matron in charge of her floor, was hostile toward her from the beginning. The way she eyed her made Lisa cringe and draw more inside her clothes. All those prison stories she'd seen on TV, she thought, were real.

"I never…"

Anna raised her hand to stop her. She backed away from the room to let Lisa enter, barely brushing her fingertips over the girl's ass as she passed. Lisa nearly yelped, but managed to swallow her surprise and fear.

"You'll find the uniform in the top drawer. All girls wear the uniform until they're discharged," Anna said in a business-like tone, folding her long bony fingers over one another. "You'll change and be ready to meet the matron in twenty minutes. All girls meet the head matron at the start. I think you'll find the experience most – educational!"

With that Anna stepped from the room, her black heels clacking against the brightly polished tiles of the first floor.

Lisa could have sat down on the narrow bunk and wept. It wasn't her fault. None of it was. She wasn't behind the wheel. She hadn't even gone in and bought the bottle. But her parents had been so horrified, they felt a stay in a place like this would straighten her out, as her father had coldly told to the judge. Straighten out? Hadn't they looked at this so-called halfway house before they'd committed her? The outside reminded Lisa of an eighteenth century mansion – all gray stone with high, narrow windows. The grounds in front were well kept, edged with tall, graceful trees, and small round islands of brightly colored flowers broke up the manicured green of the sloping lawn. It was, all in all, rather pleasant, until you stood at the front steps. Then the enormity of the building and its stony severity chilled you to the bone. All the gardens, trees and grass didn't cover the horrid nastiness that seemed to waft from the building.

Lisa sniffed, putting her small suitcase down next to the wooden nightstand and turning to the small bureau to her right. Pulling open the top drawer, she saw the shapeless gray uniform the matron had been talking about. Lisa felt as if she were in prison. Reform? There was nothing else, she saw only fear and a severity that made her flesh crawl.

"Oh God, please help me!" she whispered, saying a little prayer as she shrugged off her blouse and skirt, folding them up carefully and pulling out the gray thing tossed into the drawer. "How could this – have happened?"

Lisa whispered the question as she slipped the gown over her head, straightening it as best she could. In the hall, she heard several footsteps shuffle past her locked door. Stiffening, Lisa thought it might be that dreadful Anna coining for her. Nothing. Relaxing once more, she sat on the edge of her tiny cot, wondering what they would do to her here at the school, and if she would survive.

"Good! You're ready. Come this way."

The door had shot open and slammed against the wall with the sound of an exploding pistol. Lisa jumped from the bed, feeling Anna's fingers grip her upper arm and pull her away from her bed. The matron nearly flung her into the hall, closing the door behind them, then pushing the blonde teen roughly forward. Lisa shrank away from the couch, keeping her eyes lowered while quickly moving in the direction Anna indicated.

They walked for what seemed like miles. At times, Lisa caught sight of another girl or two being ushered down the long, polished hall. But she didn't dare look up until they stopped in front of a large oak door. Anna rapped lightly with her knuckles, then opened it and pushed Lisa into a large, dimly lit room.

"What is this? This isn't an office!"

There was no furniture, no rug. There were no paintings, nothing that would suggest an office. But there were plenty of large, frightening-looking things hanging on the wall, things that made the girl's blood freeze in her veins. Whips, riding crops, prods, bridles, bits, Lisa recognized many of these things from all the horseback riding lessons she had taken before all the trouble had started at home.

She wheeled around, staring at the matron behind her. Anna was grinning widely, her fingers working against one another as her eyes skipped from one instrument of torture to another.

"This isn't – what are you going to do to me?"

Lisa's body shivered as she backed away. Anna was now looking far taller and more cruel than she ever had. Throwing her slender arms around her body, the blonde teen looked around her wildly. Surely there had to be some escape path, some way she could get out of here! Dashing to one side, Lisa rushed to the door, hammering her fists on it and shouting for help. In an instant, she felt Anna's fingers gripping her elbows, the digits feeling like steel bands cutting into her flesh. The matron pulled Lisa around and brought the back of her right hand hard against the girl's cheek.

"Uhhhh!"

Lisa's head snapped back as she fell to the floor, the room spinning. Crumpled on the floor, Lisa cowered back, dragging her body away from the matron. Stretching one hand above her head, the teen tried to reach the door once more. Surely someone would hear her and would rescue her from this madwoman. But Anna was following her, a hellish grin on her face, her fingers clenched into fists as she brought one leg back and snapped it forward, burying the toe of her black shoes into the girl's right side.

"Ooooffff!"

Lisa jerked, bringing her knees up to her chin and rolling onto her other side. Anna followed her, shouting obscenities at her, kicking her in the ass, in the sides again, and telling the girl she was no more than a thieving, drunken whore.

"No, no, I'm not!" Lisa shouted back, trying to cover herself and protect herself from the horrid rain of pounding blows.

She was on her stomach now, crawling away from the door, the hair in her eyes partially blinding her as she tried to drag herself away from the matron. At last the beating stopped. Her tummy and shoulders hurt from all the blows. Quietly, she drew her elbows to her sides, hugging herself and trying to sink from sight.

Anna pursued her, grabbing hold of her long blonde hair and pulling the teen up from the floor.

"Uhhhh!"

Lisa's eyelids fluttered as she felt the tearing pain race through her scalp. She could feel several strands of hair ripping from her flesh as she jerked her hands back and began pounding her fists against the offending fingers.

Anna ignored her, pulling the shrieking teen back from one end of the room. Lisa sobbed, tears blinding her. Anna let her go, kicking her once again in the ribs, then bending over her until her face was nearly pushed into her nose.

"You're nothing but a little slut! That's why you're here, and that's the way you'll be treated! Now get up! Now!"

When Lisa hesitated, Anna slapped her hard across the face, the fingers burning into her flesh. Pushing the hair from her eyes, the girl realized she had no choice. Bracing herself against the floor with one hand, Lisa staggered to her feet and tried not to sob too loudly when she felt Anna remove her gown and throw it to one side. The matron felt her up and down as if she were a piece of meat to be sold at market, obviously pleased at what she had.

Lisa shuffled to another part of the room, spreading her legs widely apart as Anna had instructed her and placing them on the outside of two large eyehooks that had been cemented into the floor. The teen stood there, her flesh puckering up into goosebumps as the wrinkled skin of her nipples just under her bra was tickling with a kind of delightful itch. What on earth was she feeling? Stripped half-naked like this in this awful place, how could she feel anything approximating pleasure.

"No! Oh, no, what are you doing to me?"

Where had she gotten those leather straps? And why was Anna tying them tightly around her ankles, then looping them through the eyehooks? Lisa wanted to pull them off. But again she remembered the matron's fists, the hands that nearly knocked her unconscious.

Trying to remain calm, she felt Anna cinch the first strip of leather against her ankle, doubling it over until it pressed hard against her flesh. She had secured it to the first hook, then bent over and did the same with the girl's other ankle. In a moment, Lisa felt her ankles bound securely to the eyehooks, the quarter-inch strips of black leather creasing her flesh.

"Now, you'll hold your hands over your head, please? Yes, like that."

It had been too dark in the room for Lisa to notice everything. But now that she had her hands over her head she tilted her face up and saw a narrow four-foot wooden bar suspended from a single chain swaying directly over her head.

Anna went to one wall and pushed a button. Immediately, the room was filled with a soft humming sound and the crossbar lowered to within reach of Lisa's strained fingers. Anna walked over to the girl and smiled once more, slipping the straps over Lisa's right wrist and attaching her hand to one end of the pole. The girl could feel her body stretching even from this light bit of work. She had to stand on tiptoe while the matron finished attaching her left wrist to the pole.

"Oh, that hurts!" the girl moaned, wincing with discomfort. Her arches were hurting her from standing on her toes, but it was the only thing she could do to keep the pain from her shoulders and upper arms.

"Too bad! We'll see what we can do to stop it," Anna said, laughing softly, then slipping two fingers between Lisa's bra cups and tearing them down.

The girl screamed, feeling her halter rip from her body. Her tits flopped loosely against her heaving chest, the nipples pink and hard. For a second, Lisa thought she had seen Anna licking her lips. That thought evaporated when she felt the matron pulling down her panties.

But the briefs were around her knees now, slipping no farther as her legs were spread on the floor.

"What a nice, pink little ass. I could do such naughty things to that plump ass."

Lisa's cheeks burned with shame as she felt Anna's fingers crawling over her ass. She had never been stripped like this, felt up like this, humiliated like this! And there would be more, she was sure of it.

"Now, then, let's see how much we can stretch."

"What?"

Anna went back to the control panel, flipping open the back door and pressing a button. Immediately Lisa felt the pressure increase around her shoulders as the bar slowly rose back toward the ceiling. Lisa's eyes rounded, her head jerking from side to side as she stared at the bonds around her wrists. The leather grew more taut, pulling her body up from the floor while the ties kept her ankles against the floor.

Lisa let out a shriek, her head falling back as she felt something popping in her shoulders. Her skin seemed to be pulling apart as her spine stretched, sending flashes of agony rushing through her back and into her shoulders. The girl let out another shriek, her legs trembling as her knees seemed to be separating from their sockets. The girl could feel the tendons stretching, the muscles tearing as the leather bonds chewed mercilessly into her ankles.

Just when the teen thought she would faint, Anna stopped, lowering the beam a little more, then stopping it. Lisa felt her body stretching taut like a pulled rubber band. Shaking the hot tears from her eyes, she looked down at the floor, half expecting to see her ankles bleeding from the cutting leather bonds.

"Now then, that's the first thing we teach the girls here – just what could happen to you should you break any of our rules."

"But-but I don't know any of the rules!"

"You'll learn them soon enough. You'll be pleased to know that our success rate in rehabilitation is incredible. The governor has lauded our program, although he doesn't know a thing about it. That's fine for us."

"But I'm not a criminal!" Lisa cried, her fingers growing icy and numb as the leather straps cut info her wrists. It hurt being stretched like this, her tits flattening against her chest while her ankles throbbed with agony.

Lisa watched as the matron turned and walked to the far wall, studying the various instruments hanging on wooden spikes driven into the cinderblocks. Anna tapped one long forefinger against her chin thoughtfully, then selected a multi-thonged riding crop for her weapon. Lisa cringed as much as she could, writhing in her bonds as her eyes widened with horror. No one had ever spanked her. She had been a spoiled child, a loved child. No one had done anything so mean to her. Sweat rolled down the sides of her tits and over her chest as she stared at the awful thing coming at her.

"No, please – no, please don't hurt me with that thing! I'll tell my father what happened, and he'll be here with the police!"

Anna said nothing, studying the hanging girl, then moving in around the back. Lisa let out a gasping breath. She felt the woman working the crop into her asshole, twisting the handle around and around while pushing up at Lisa's shitter. Her face blanched and her legs trembled as much as they could. Lisa threw back her head, shouting to the ceiling as the muscles in her arms knotted. Just when she thought she could take no more, Anna pulled the crop out, stepping back and cocking her arm back.

Lisa knew what was going to happen. She heard the leather thongs sizzling through the air as they crashed down against her assflesh. For one agonizing moment, the girl felt the black leather slice into her skin, snapping hotly against her asscheeks and leaving four long red marks on her lightly tanned ass.

"Yaghghghhhh!"

She jerked and twisted, her head snapping from side to side as tears oozed from under her blonde lashes. Her ass burned from the blow. And then there was another one, the thongs crisscrossing the marks of the first.

Lisa jerked against her bonds, the pole overhead shaking from the force of her jiggling, thrashing body. Anna was wheezing behind her, bringing the thongs down again and again against her asscheeks, reddening them until long purple welts began to erupt on the girl's flesh. Then the cut of the leather moved to Lisa's thighs, the thongs biting along her flesh there until they whipped dangerously close to her exposed cunt.

Lisa let out another scream of horror, her thighs ridging as her fingers worked against the bar holding her arms apart. The pole seemed to move closer to the ceiling. Or was it her imagination? Lisa didn't know. Her arms ached, shooting pains racing up and down her stretched muscles as the awful riding crop burned into her ass and thighs. And just when Lisa thought one of them or the other would give out, Anna found new strength, bringing the lash around to her belly and leaving a long red mark just above Lisa's navel.

"Uhhhhh!"

Anna's face was distorted with lust. The black hair she had kept knotted in a severe bun had come undone, splashing over her face as she brought the crop down on Lisa's tits.

"Yaghghhhh!"

One leather thong stung across Lisa's tight nipple, making the girl arch her spine and snap backward, her body rattling against the cruel bonds. And then the matron brought the whip down to her cunt, purposely keeping the knotted tips from actually touching Lisa's pussy.

Lisa's face whitened again, her lips working against one another as her brain fried from horror and agony. She felt the tiny tingly muscles around the top of her pussy knotting up and cramping, but her clit was actually growing stiff from the hot, stinging blows torturing her belly and thighs.

Anna saw that. Anna saw everything. Her eyes lit up like glowing coals. Bringing the whip down once more, Anna purposely let the knotted tips of the thongs chew into the girl's upper thigh flesh. Lisa yowled like a cat, her body jerking back and forth as the chain overhead rattled and groaned from the force, of her twitching body.

Lisa didn't know what to think as she hung there, stretched to the ripping point. Her eyes widened as she felt the glowing between her thighs reach up into her cunt, making her virginal pussy walls hot and swampy, while her clit throbbed in time with her wounds.

Anna brought the crop down again and again, the dry smacking sounds of leather against flesh echoing in the room.

The room was growing smaller and darker, Lisa thought, looking around as she felt her cunt tightening like a tiny fist. The constant blows were working her up to climax, making her pant heavily as she threw back her head and screamed. Suddenly she felt her pussy throbbing, aching and pounding, while everything around her went black. The room grew silent as Lisa fainted, and the last thing she remembered was the incredible force of her climax against the burning sensation of the leather whip.