Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER TWO

As Lisa's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light fixtures. Someone carried her upward. The echoing walls of the stairwell amplified the breathing of the men who held her. She was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket that scratched her nipples and cunt. She had no idea where in the building she was, or even if she were in the same building. Her muscles ached from all the stretching. Thank goodness, she thought to herself, that she wouldn't be hanging from the ceiling again. At least she didn't hurt any longer. Her head felt hard and numb and twisted inside.

Then one of the men shifted his grip on her body and opened a door. Men! Men at a girls' institution! Curious, Lisa wanted to look around her and see where she was, who these men were. But instead she lay limply in her blanket, sensing they were carrying her down another hall. Perhaps they were taking her to the head matron, where she would learn all the rules.

"Yes, what is it?" a muffled woman's voice asked.

"The girl who just came in. Lisa."

More footsteps. A door opening.

"Yes, yes, of course. Bring her in."

The men half-carried, half-dragged Lisa into the room. She heard them say something to the woman who then turned and lowered the shades. It grew very dark-nearly as dark as the grave, Lisa thought grimly as she heard them moving furniture all about. She felt herself being lifted, then set down onto a hard surface. Still keeping her eyes closed, she let herself dangle onto it, lying with her arms half off the sides. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the flutter of terror in her belly.

This could be the chance she needed, the girl thought, the chance for escape! She would tell her mother and father, show them the marks. Surely those would wake up her parents and indicate what kind of hell-hole this place was!

"Secure her, just like the others," the woman said dully.

Lisa peered to the right from under one slitted eyelid. She could see book shelves lining a wall, all very medical-looking volumes. A window to the left had been heavily shaded for her benefit, Lisa thought. Lisa tried hard to think of the date. How long had she been out? She felt a ravenous hunger start to gnaw at her stomach.

"Well, we have a new arrival," she heard the woman whisper as the men left the room, closing the door behind them. "I wonder if you'll be more cooperative than the others."

Lisa put every ounce of her being into staying still, breathing slowly while watching as best she could what was happening. The head matron was walking around her. Her voice came from one side, then the other.

Lisa tried to roll when the woman pulled the coarse blanket from under her. She felt hands pulling and tugging at her. Lisa cringed at the clammy touch. But the matron didn't appear to notice. This had to be a special table, Lisa thought grimly as she felt the woman putting her hands together above her head, then shackle them to something hard and cold.

Lisa winced again, the cuffs burning into the spots where the leather thongs had cut. For a moment the girl wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied. The cold table under her rolled toward one of the walls she hadn't been able to see. The matron was breathing a little more heavily now. And then Lisa felt the table tipping. Her head rose. The pivot was apparently near the small of her back. She let her eyelids open a whisker's width. She was facing a narrow wall, blank except for a small picture depicting some country scene. The table reached vertical.

Lisa let out a gasp, the muscles still sore from the horror earlier. She stayed calm until she realized her feet didn't reach the floor. She would hang there from her wrists, just as she had hung from them in the other room.

"Unghhh-uhhhhh!"

Something smashed into her belly. Lisa doubled up, her knees jerking to her tits. The matron had taken a small club and swung it into her tummy, knocking the wind from the teen.

Lisa gagged, the dull pain seemimg to wrench her guts inside-out. Her eyes opened wide.

"Good. I knew you were awake from the moment the guards brought you in. My name is Elena. Elena DuPoint. I'm the head matron here. Undoubtedly, Anna, your floor matron, has shown you some of the things that can happen to a girl here should she – well, cross me or one of the guards."

Lisa nodded her head up and down, biting down on her pouty lower lip. If she played by all the rules, perhaps she would be let free of this contraption.

"Good. See, we're making progress already," Elena said, sitting on the edge of her desk and folding her long fingers together over one knee.

Lisa could see the woman was very tall and attractive, her dark-brown hair pulled back severely from her face in much the same style Anna wore.

Elena wore a long white doctor's gown, tied tight around her waist. Leaning to one side, she tapped one long red fingernail lightly against the polished top of her oak desk. She was studying Lisa, narrowing her eyes while her thin red lips curled into a smile.

"Please, Miss DuPoint, when will you let me go?"

Elena's smile broadened as she tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes even more.

"That, my dear child, depends on you. We have various rules here, rules you'll learn soon. Perhaps we should start now, no?"

"Yes, yes, anything!" Lisa gasped, the pain getting worse in her shoulders.

"Good. Then we'll start with these."

Lisa's eyes widened. Elena was holding what appeared to be tiny clamps. It was then the girl realized just how naked and vulnerable she was.

Squirming her ass against the smooth polished surface of the table, Lisa felt the metal cuffs chewing into her wrist flesh. She watched Elena, watched those slender fingers squeeze one of the clamps open to reveal a double set of tiny copper teeth. Lisa trembled, her forehead creasing while tiny dots of cold sweat beaded on her face. The matron lowered one hand, brushing the tip of the clamp against the girl's right nipple, then let the teeth bite into the little bud.

"Ah! Haghhhhh!"

Lisa arched her spine, pressing her shoulders against the table while curling and uncurling her tiny fingers. She could feel the tiny teeth sinking into the short pink stub of her nipple, creasing the sensitive flesh, making her feel the throbbing, itchy sensation that began to make the nub swell. She bit down harder on her lower lip, until she could taste her own blood while the head matron walked to the other side of the table, caressing the teen's cheek with one hand.

Elena was toying with her, trailing the cold clip against her upper chest, letting the wires cup around the girl's trembling chin before she brushed the girl's free nipple with the steel clip. Lisa watched as the jaws opened, then snapped down on the pink nub. Grinding her teeth together, she felt her jaws aching as the wires tugged her tits apart.

"Good. You're a better inmate than most," Elena said with satisfaction, pulling the wires taut to a position behind her large desk.

Lisa turned her head to the side, watching the matron attaching the free ends of the long black wires to something near the center drawer. The woman then produced three more clamps from the right drawer, holding them in one hand while she brought down her right hand and started stroking Lisa's cunt. The girl whimpered through her flared nostrils, trembling as Elena stiffened her right forefinger and pushed it into the teen's tight, wet pussy.

"Unhhhh!"

Lisa tugged at the iron holding her wrists, her legs undulating against the smooth surface of the table she lay on. She could feel her pussy muscles tightening around the probing digit, stroking it while Elena brought her thumb around to Lisa's clit. Again the teen moaned, this time the sound almost resembling a cat's purr. The woman was fucking her, fucking her and stroking her clit at the same time. It was an irresistible sensation, one that made the young woman's mind spin as she shifted her thighs from side to side, licking her dry lips and drinking in the probing, filling sensation.

"Yes, it is rather nice, isn't it, Lisa? It's probably the same sort of feeling you had many times when your boyfriends touched you that way."

There was something in the tone of Elena's voice that cut through the pleasant fog blurring Lisa's mind. She struggled up through her stunning pleasure, shaking her head and trying to deny what the head matron was implying. Elena's face darkened, her ridged eyebrows meeting together in a vee in the center of her forehead.

Lisa felt her finger pushing in until the jagged nail pricked her cherry. The girl let out a gasp, her jaw slackening as her eyes rolled back into her head. The matron was going to take away her virginity.

Elena's face showed obvious surprise as she stabbed her nail against the bunched flesh, pushing it until Lisa thought surely it would give way. The woman withdrew her hand, examining the tip. There was a little blood on it, blood Lisa knew came from her nearly ruptured cherry. Whimpering, the teen closed her eyes in defeat and she felt as if her entire body had been cruelly violated.

"I would have thought you a little liar like most of the girls here," Elena said almost to herself, examining the bloody nail, then wiping it on the back of her uniform. "In any case, our little session here will serve as a warning in case you decide not to tell the truth when asked!"

Elena moved the alligator clips around to the girl's pussy.

Lisa held her breath, her cheeks puffing out while the cords stood out against her neck. Elena opened one clamp and let it bite down on the teen's right cuntlip. Lisa groaned, thumping the backs of her legs against the table.

It was so close to her clit, so very very close to the thumping thumb-like organ that began to quiver and stiffen at the biting touch of the clamp.

Elena noticed the girl's reaction and smiled pleasantly, sliding the other clip down around Lisa's thighs until the pointed tip was pressing against the brown bunched flesh of the teen's asshole. Lisa shook her head violently from side to side, guessing what the woman was planning to do. She tried shoving her ass flat against the table, but nothing worked. Elena won in the end, spreading the teen's asscheeks apart and pushing the slippery cold head into her shitter.

Lisa rolled her head from side to side, her eyes lighting on the books lined like soldiers on a nearby shelf. It was so innocent-looking-a doctor's office, perhaps. Then she felt again the tug of the wires. Lisa turned back toward the desk and saw Elena attaching the wires to something behind her desk.

In a moment, the matron was ready, reaching back and pulling out the pearl-colored clip holding her hair in a tight bun. The locks tumbled down around her shoulders, fanning out as she untied her white doctor's gown and let it slip off to the floor.

Lisa gasped. Elena was naked underneath, her long red nipples poking out with excitement, and her swollen cuntlips easily visible through the brown bush of her cunthair. The woman was obviously excited by what was going on.

"If you haven't determined what is going to happen to you, let me explain," Elena said simply, as if giving a lecture, stepping behind her desk and turning on a switch.

Immediately there was a hum, and Lisa thought of the overhead bar that had stretched her from the basement floor.

"I've read your current record. You deny you had anything to do with the buying of that liquor, and of what happened afterward. We're here to help you accept the blame," Elena said with a smile, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and dropping her eyes to the panel. "Of course, recognizing a weakness is very difficult, even in the best of circumstances. So we're here to help that process along. Soon you'll be a more mature person."

"You're-you're crazy!"

Elena frowned again.

"And I thought we were making such good progress. Perhaps this will help you realize how guilty you were."

Lisa watched Elena's right hand drop to what she guessed was a control panel. The humming sound increased, and with the higher pitch came a dull, distinct thumping sensation in her tits, asshole and cunt. She stiffened, jerking her body against the table and curling her fingers into tight little fists.

Lisa licked her dry lips again, her throat going dry as her belly tightened with fear. Electricity! The head matron was going to electrocute her! Lisa panicked, her eyes widening and her bowels churning with terror. She had read about certain South American countries still using electricity as an effective way of torturing their enemies. It was said to make believers of even the most dedicated radical!

Lisa raised her ass from the table, feeling the alligator clip shoved up her ass slide up even farther. It seemed alive, gnawing at her insides while her nipples grew even thicker and pressed against the nibbling metallic teeth of the clips.

"You see. Now, do you realize you were doing wrong that night?"

"Ohhhh, what-what night?"

Elena smiled again, twisting the knob up two notches.

Lisa screamed, her throat going raw as sharp fangs ripped into her nipples, cunt and asshole. She was pissing on herself, her thighs rippling as the urine stained the table and short-circuited the clamps for a moment. Her head shook, and the dreadful current made her muscles cramp painfully against one another. She was about to shriek when Elena brought the current back down. Lisa collapsed against the table, sucking in raspy lungfuls of air as she looked pleadingly at the matron.

"Please, please, I swear, I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't know they were going to buy liquor! I-I just went along, I guess!" Lisa cried, her eyes warily studying the desk.

"You went along? That's a start," Elena said, nodding in approval. "But you still see yourself as innocent. No one's innocent in something like this."

"No, please! No more, no – aghhhhh!"

Lisa jerked like a puppet, biting down on her tongue while the buzzing, spinning flashes of electricity exploded through her brain once more. Her tits bounced, the nipples swelling more and more as her tummy muscles hardened and ballooned against her sweaty flesh. She jerked up and down, her asscheeks fluttering against one another while her clit swelled to the bursting. It was awful, acting this way in front of the matron. But Lisa couldn't help it. The electricity was doing this to her. She didn't have a choice in the matter. There was Elena, towering over her, mocking, demanding that she tell lies about herself. No, she wouldn't give in, no matter what the woman made her do!

Elena turned the switch a notch higher, and Lisa arched her spine more, beating her head against the table. Sweat cascaded down the sides of her jiggling tits as she felt pain tearing through her clit and asshole. She tried to scream out, but nothing would come. Her bones throbbed, her muscles tearing. It felt as if her joints would come apart and blast open. Again and again the girl twitched and jerked, her body bouncing obscenely against the table.

Then Elena raised the setting yet another notch.

"Yaghghghhh!"

Lisa found her voice. Her lips were purple with blood, while more and more agonized cries escaped from her throat. The pain was awful, feeling as if someone were tearing the flesh from her muscles.

Lisa felt raw, exposed, torn to pieces. Her skull felt as if it were going to rip apart, and the smell of burning flesh filled her flared nostrils. What was more humiliating and incomprehensible was her climax erupting the way it was, her thighs rippling under the electric attack while her cunt snapped shut on the clips and spasmed again and again. Her face was a blur, her head rocking violently from shoulder to shoulder as her legs kicked out, back, up and down, the heels hammering against the table.

Elena's eyes were wide as she shut off the current, moving quickly from behind her desk and pushing the table down. Lisa was still irrational, screaming and beating her body against the table as Elena straddled her shoulders and shoved her cunt right against the teen's mouth. The taste of hot pussymeat pressed against her lips brought Lisa to. She writhed, more violently than before, protesting against the vile act and tasting the pungent flavor of Elena's hot pussy rubbing back and forth over her mouth.

"Oh yes!" Elena whispered, closing her eyes and bracing her hands on either side of the helpless girl's body. "Eat my sweet pussy? Stick that tongue in there and – ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!"

Elena stiffened, her voice cracking as she shoved her cunt hard against Lisa's lips. The girl could feel the matron's fat cuntlips working against one another as spasms rippled through her cunt. She cried out in protest again. But as always, there was no one interested enough or bold enough to interrupt the matron. She sniffled and cried, her cunt slackening as Elena's pussy finished its climax. This, she thought, was only the beginning.