Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER TEN

Lisa never thought of herself as particularly weak. Still, she hadn't managed to keep conscious after the men had pissed on her. Vaguely the girl remembered someone washing her. At least there was the dream of being ducked in cold water and scrubbed.

But when they carried her to a cold, hard table, Lisa couldn't fake her unconsciousness any longer. She felt something hard tapping insistently against her right arch.

Someone struck her foot hard, the pain shooting up her thighs and crashing into her brain. Opening her eyes and dragging her foot back, Lisa found herself staring right into Elena's pupils.

"You've passed all the tests – as best as anyone can at your age," Elena said. "Now you'll be ours – forever! And you'll carry that mark with you."

Lisa looked around frantically. Anna was there. So were Gus, Red, and the young boy, who was more handsome than she had originally thought. He looked down at her, his eyes glittering, feasting on her naked body.

"Gus, tie her down. This will be only for a second."

Lisa saw she was in a small room. Raising her head slightly above the wooden table, she saw Elena's office through a half-opened door. The room was bare except for the table and what appeared to be a large metal pot of some sort sitting atop a cabinet. There was a sour, pungent aroma in the air like gasoline, something that made her skin tighten.

Lisa felt Gus pull a rope over her ankles, drawing her arms back until her big tits were pulled flat. Looking down, she saw Anna hand Red more rope, stand back, cross her arms in front of her and watch approvingly. It was as if she were in some sort of initiation, with all of them watching as judges.

Lisa twisted her head around just in time to catch Elena opening the cabinet door to pull out a poker. When she watched the head mistress thrusting the iron into the large pot and heard rattling sounds, Lisa immediately knew that the poker was a branding iron, and she was to be its next victim. The cords stood out in her throat, and her arms and legs writhed against the cruel bonds.

Lisa didn't care if the rope burned her flesh. She didn't care if the splinters on the large butcher's table pricked her ass until the skin began to seep tiny drops of blood. She screamed, beating the back of her skull against the table as Elena slowly, deliberately and calmly thrust the poker in and out, in and out, heating the disc at the end until it was red-hot.

The young man walked forward now, unable to keep from touching her. He ran his fingers lightly along her ridged thighs, gently caressing her, then moving up until he was tracing them over her nipples. Just as Elena drew the poker from the coals, the young man twisted her nipples cruelly, his blue eyes growing more and more intense as the teen writhed in agony. He was pulling her heavy tits up by the nipples, crushing the rubbery tips until hot flashes exploded through her chest and cunt.

Elena smiled, nodding in Gus' direction. The older guard pulled the boy away and whispered something in his ear, something that pleased him very, very much.

Elena moved over to the bench, looking down at the girl. At the end of the poker there was the glowing disc. Elena's fingers were tightened around the wooden handle as she brought the branding iron directly over her belly, slowly lowering it, watching the girl twist and squirm below.

Lisa watched the poker, her eyes wide and her head shaking, her fingers working against her sweaty palms. Her body glistened with perspiration as she writhed against her bonds. The girl could feel the splinters sticking into her asshole now, producing a hot sensation that radiated to her cunt. Elena brought the branding iron down a little farther, until it was less than an inch away from the flesh of her right thigh. She could feel the stinging heat reddening her flesh, making it blister as she whimpered and strained to be silent.

Elena moved the poker closer and closer to Lisa's cunt. With a whispering crackle, the first few curly hairs on the teen's cuntlips burned.

Lisa let out another whimper, unable to stand the pain, and unable to comprehend the pleasure coursing through her pussy that made her clit stand on end and throb like a festering wound.

"Look, Claus, she's aroused, just as I said she would be. This is a special girl," Elena said, her voice low as she moved the iron up to Lisa's nipples. Lisa let out another cry, her tit tips burning under the branding iron. "This is a girl who will mature into a fine woman, a woman who understands pain and pleasure!"

Lisa fought the idea, shaking her head and denying it in her soul as she lay helplessly on the table. The poker dropped a little more. The pain was horrible. It felt as if Elena was burning her with flaming gasoline. Lisa screamed as Elena dropped the poker against her right thigh.

"Yaghghghghghghghhhh!"

The ropes groaned under her straining body as the teen arched her spine and jerked spasmodically against the bonds. For a moment, Lisa thought she would faint. But her mind and will were too strong. She felt the hot iron burning through her flesh, sending hot and cold throbs of pain crashing through her body as the smell of burning flesh filled the tiny room.

Lisa sagged back down to the table, sobbing, tears flowing from her eyes. She felt stiff and awfully weak. Yet there was a kind of anger that flowed through her now, an anger directed at no one in particular. She saw Elena getting something from the cabinet, flipping open the top of a can and spraying the small burned area of her thigh. Lisa winced, the stinging pain nearly worse than the hot burning agony that had nearly made her faint.

"Disinfectant," Elena said, putting the can down. "Now, you're one of us – one with the institution. We have to leave an impression on you – and the other girls here. You have one more job to do. And then, Lisa, dear, you'll be a trustee of sorts."

Gus and Red released her. She rose from the table, wrapping her upper arms modestly over her tits, her legs swinging back and forth. Elena and Anna led her through the doorway and down the hall.

When they entered another room, Lisa saw five young girls, still in what she would call their outside world dresses. They were huddled together, their eyes wide with surprise as Lisa walked in stark naked, the burning red circle on her right thigh all too obvious.

Lisa turned and saw what had been occupying their attention until she had arrived. It was a wood-framed rectangular contraption – a frame within a frame. The inner rectangle was attached to the outer one by two large wooden pegs, enabling the smaller frame to swing around. And tied to the corners of the twin boards were quarter-inch black leather thongs.

Lisa blushed and looked down as Gus led her to the frame. The other girls glanced up, their lips trembling and tears spilling as Lisa stepped into the frame. Gus stretched her arms out and fixed her hands on either side of the inner frame. Lisa wondered what was in store for the girls, and what Gus was going to do to her here as she stood naked in front of them all.

The blonde teen had little time to think, though. Gus fixed her ankles to the bottom of the inner frame, snapping two iron cuffs over her feet to hold them in place. Backing up, he grabbed the smaller rectangle with one hand and pulled on it.

Immediately Lisa swung forward. The inner frame rotated until the girl was upside-down, her long blonde hair splashing over the floor and her tits pillowed against her chin.

Gus pulled his belt from his pants, doubling it, then bringing the black leather down hard across Lisa's ass. But instead of the agonizing pain Lisa had earlier felt, there were explosions of hot lust, making her cunt simmer and her body shiver under each savage blow. The welts, red marks and streaks of blood that began to appear just under her tits all were delicious to the young teen.

The girls watching didn't see her leer of pleasure, however. They hugged one another, screaming at each dry smack of the leather belt. They watched as Lisa's upside-down body shook and twisted with each biting slice of the weapon.

Grabbing hold of the frame once again, Gus twisted it around until the girl was upright once more. Lisa swallowed hard, her head still spinning while her flesh glowed with the heat of the recent whipping. When she blinked her eyes clear, she saw two men – Claus and Gus – standing there with their cocks out.

Gus went first, standing on the foot of the frame behind her as the handsome young guard gripped his nine-inch prick and stuck the fat prickhead up against her greasy, bloated cuntlips. Lisa threw her head back, pulling at the ropes when she felt the double-lobed cockhead fuck into her cunthole. Then hot shivers made her asshole spasm as Gus fucked his prickhead against her shtitter. Soon both men were fucking her at the same time, with Gus' knees pressing against the backs of her legs while Claus sealed his mouth against hers and shoved his long cock into her pussy.

The girls were hysterical now, sobbing and groaning as the two cocks sawed away at Lisa's body. She felt splitting pain radiate out to the curves of her ass, and her knees trembled. Fucked in the ass! And by that animal! But having Claus fuck her cunt took away from the revulsion she might have felt earlier. Elena was right. She was enjoying this immensely, her grunting moans filling the room and accenting the cries she heard from the other girls.

"Cummmmmmmmmm!"

She screamed her climax shamelessly, throwing back her head and writhing as both men emptied their balls into her. She could feel Gus' cum sucking down her bowels, giving her the enema of her life as Claus' prick made her cunt-walls buckle in on his spitting cock.

When they finally stepped down and zipped up their trousers, Lisa looked around the room. The girls were appropriately cowed. Lisa looked away, feeling a kind of power rising in her. Yes, Elena was right. She was a special person. They had trained her and turned her into one of them.

And as Gus began unbuckling the straps holding her hands to the frame above her head, Lisa looked at the young women in front of her and wondered who – if any of them – would first taste her own version of cruelty in the days to come. She didn't think she would be leaving the institution soon – not when she had so much to learn. Elena, in the end, had won.