Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa lay huddled in a ball in the cellar of the building. Elena hadn't bothered to give her any clothing, saying there would be time enough for that. One man – Elena had called him Gus – took her by the arm after she'd been released from the table, and dragged her to the basement without saying a word. It was obvious Gus would have enjoyed doing something to her other than guide her to this filthy, dark room. But the matron was firm about what would happen to Lisa – for now.

Where were the other girls now? For a while, Lisa had heard someone nearby moaning and gasping. The noise had stopped for some time now. Was it coming from another room? Another cell? From across the way? Lisa couldn't tell. It was so dark she could hardly see her hand in front of her face.

Tentatively putting out one hand, she could feel that the walls and floor were slippery. She cringed, putting her hand under her arm for a moment. Lisa didn't dare try to find out more about the blackness surrounding her. The clawlike skittering of small animals had stopped her when she first tried to feel her way along the wall. Maybe, she thought, it's another day outside. It could be later than that.

She thought about something else, about a hot bath, about food. A hot steaming tub of clean water would feel wonderful now. The picture in her mind grew brighter. She would slip into the warm water and feel it cleaning away all the filth and hurt she had endured.

A shrill scream of terror cut through the clammy air of the cellar. Lisa jerked to a sitting position, her ass sliding back against the slimy floor until her spine pressed against the wall. The heavy door grated open. She saw black shapes against the yellow light of the corridor. One of those shapes stumbled in, its arms stretched forward while its legs tangled up with one another.

"Enjoy your new friend," Gus said, slamming the door shut.

The person screamed again, thrashing around the floor before growing quiet. Lisa was terrified, her hair standing on end, her former pains and horrors evaporating for the moment as she sat there quietly and listened to the sobbing. It was another girl. She was sure of it! Gently, tentatively she reached out with one hand and waved it gently back and forth, stretching it until she brushed something soft and warm with her fingertips.

"No! Oh, get away!"

"What is it? What did they do to you? It's all right, I'm a friend."

"They hurt me! They-they beat me and then they-they raped me!" the girl cried, her words becoming irrational in moments.

"What can I do?"

Lisa felt desperate. There was nothing in the room – no medicine, no help. Just her. The girl felt fear and nausea rising in her throat, and her belly turned over.

"Oh please, water, water…"

She felt the girl trembling against her touch. Her flesh crawled as she thought of what could happen to her in the next few minutes. In spite of what they'd done to her, she still had her cherry. No man had touched her, even though Gus looked as if he wanted to rape her until she bled.

"I'll see if there's some around."

She had to keep busy, do something to keep from thinking about herself and her pain. She touched the wall and crawled blindly ahead, licking her lips. She realized then that she was parched, in spite of the dampness of the cellar. Lisa creeped around, feeling ahead with her hands. Her muscles were starting to tighten and cramp from the long time she had spent hanging from the table, then squatting here unmoving in the dark. The floor was rough in spots, tearing at her naked knees.

"Uhhhghghhh!"

Lisa gagged, lurching back while drawing one hand under her arm. It was unmistakably some animal she had touched, some-some rat, probably watching her, studying her, waiting to bite her. Shaking, Lisa got a grip on herself when she heard the thing patter away. She listened for the girl's breathing to tell where she was. What if she had found water and couldn't find her way back?

Lisa crawled forward, sensing a wall in front of her. She heard the echo of her breath deadening as she moved forward a little more. Oh God, what kind of place had her parents confined her to? It was like a German concentration camp the girl thought, touching the wall.

Lisa moved away, feeling her muscles spasm. Crawling around, she felt the throbbing aches in her shoulders caused by the horrible, iron cuffs. She tried to ignore them. She wished the girl had never come in. Then she wouldn't be crawling around the cellar searching for water. She would be stretched out there on the stone floor, thinking about a hot bath.

Rising shakily from her knees, the girl moved forward. She arched her toes up and slid her feet out slowly, hoping to find something. Sliding a foot at a time, Lisa started to move faster. Her first few steps hadn't located anything.

Suddenly, her right foot splashed into icy liquid. She jumped back with a squeal.

"Oh, did you find something?"

"Yes, yes. Keep talking. I'll bring some back."

The girl made nonsense noises, sobbing in between while Lisa put her hands into the pool and raised a handful of the liquid to her mouth. It tasted bad. But she couldn't be choosy. Her achievement lifted her spirits. She drank some, then drank more, the sloshing of the water making the girl in the dark wail more loudly. Lisa stopped, hearing the girl crawling across the floor.

"Please, oh please, give me some!" Lisa felt terribly selfish. Only here one day and she was acting nearly as cruelly as Elena and that dreadful Anna.

"Yes, yes, keep talking!"

The girl moaned softly, breaking off every now and then. Lisa moved toward the sound, stepping carefully. She almost dropped the water that hadn't already dripped from her hands. She nudged the girl with her foot. Kneeling slowly, she let out a deep breath. She could feel lips against her fingers, then a tongue lapping at the water in her hands.

"Oh no, not yet! Oh God, God, thank you!" the girl groaned, leaning heavily against Lisa. "My name's Kathy – Kathy Foster. My parents put me in here because they caught me with a guy. I've been here one week. They kept me locked up in the room all the time. That is, until today!"

Lisa put one comforting arm around the girl, hugging the naked teenager to her chest.

"Have they – you know, raped you?" Kathy asked.

Not yet, in any case. She didn't want to volunteer what else they had done to her. Thoughts of the electricity, of the horrible riding crop, of her multiple climaxes, and especially of Elena riding her mouth with her cunt flashed through her mind. They were unsettling images – images she would rather put to rest.

"You probably haven't been here that long. I managed to talk to one girl once while we were waiting for one of the matrons to fetch us from the shower room. She said they hurt you real bad here before they let you go. Did you hear that too?"

"No. I haven't met anybody here, other than you, of course," Lisa said, forcing down the memories of Anna and Elena.

Kathy sighed, tugging at her hair.

"I guess – well, you're lucky so far. I don't know how much more of this I can take. They say some of the girls go crazy here! I don't know."

Lisa sat, stunned. She thought of the two women, of Gus, and of the others who had to be nearby suffering and creating agony. Her flesh crawled again, and she wanted to find the door and beat on it. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door grating open.

It was Gus. "You! Come with me!"

Kathy squeezed Lisa's hand, shivering and shrinking back into the blackness of the room as the blonde stood up and shook the hair from her eyes.

"Wh-where are we going?"

Gus stood there quietly, his face silhouetted by the bright light behind him. There was no recourse. She couldn't run, couldn't hide. Mustering what courage she had, the teen walked forward, feeling the man's rough hand grip her right forearm and pull her into the bright light.

Lisa squinted her eyes, the light hurting her as Gus shoved her down the corridor. She stumbled, regaining her balance, trying to cover her cunt and tits. They walked for what seemed like miles, turning several corners, until Lisa didn't know where she was. When they came to the end of one hall, Gus fished out a ring of keys, taking a long copper one and opening a green door to Lisa's right. Lisa stepped in, not knowing what she would find.

"Oh!"

The girl half-expected to find Anna or Elena behind the door, smirking at her as she entered. Instead there was nothing – nothing but old machinery stacked every which way against the bare cinderblock walls.

Lisa turned around, wondering if there had been a mistake. When Gus slammed the door behind him, she knew there had been none. Remembering Kathy's story of how she'd been raped, the girl backed away, her eyes growing wide. The pain, the beating, the humiliation had been enough. Slowly, Lisa shook her head from side to side, her flesh puckering up around her nipples and her thighs ridging with mounting terror.

"No, no!"

Gus rushed her, knocking her hands from her tits, then shoving the screaming teen back. Lisa stumbled away, her heels striking an uneven metal plate on the basement floor. Gus moved fast, jumping on top of her, his weight knocking the wind from her. He was kissing her throat, his teeth tearing at her flesh while his knees shoved hers apart.

Clenching her teeth together, Lisa felt the bile rising in her throat. So this is how it is to be raped! She could understand why women felt outrage and fear. But Gus was enjoying her fear, laughing at it as he pawed her.

"Get up!"

Reluctantly, Lisa dragged herself to her feet, drawing her upper arms together to try to hide her naked tits. Gus laughed at her vain attempts, moving around her and studying her as if she were some sort of animal. When he reached down and started grabbing for her cunt, the girl screamed and bent over at the waist, trying to cover the bushy hair from his view. Gus laughed, moving quickly behind her and slapping her white shivering ass with the flat of his right hand. Lisa squealed, slapping back at him and wheeling around, trying to keep him in front of her. He wiped the back of his hand over his lips, grinning at her.

"Why-why are you doing this to me?" she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Because I wanna!"

With that, Gus walked up to her, raising both fists in the air. Lisa let out a sharp cry and stumbled backward, expecting to feel blows against her head at any time. When she saw his fists come down at her, she let out another shriek and jerked to one side, her tits bobbing as her asscheeks slapped against one another.

Gus pursued her, his fingers just missing her as she crashed into all sorts of things. Once Lisa stumbled over an engine, tumbling head over heels onto some loose crates. Gus kicked them to one side, nearly grabbing her. She felt his fingers touching her flesh, but managed to shrink away successfully.

It was when he grabbed her hair and began pulling the girl back that she lost control. She felt a warm trickle on her right thigh and knew she was pissing out of control. She was disgracing herself in front of this pig.

Gus saw the urine seeping from her fuckslot and laughed, tearing more hair from her head. Somehow the girl managed to wrench free, slipping back, stumbling over her own feet and pitching hard against the wall. Brushing the hair from her eyes, the young teen shot forward, rushing for the door. But Gus was behind her, stepping out of the shadows and reaching for her streaming hair once again.

Lisa tried once more to step away from him. But Gus was determined to get her this time. Grabbing her hair, he pulled back hard to stop her. The girl yelped, her head jerking back and her arms stretched in front of her as her curled fingers clawed the air. Despair rushed through her brain as Lisa felt her knees grow weak and wobble. She was sinking to the floor, and Gus was on top of her once more, his knees hurting her. She could feel his brass belt buckle pressing against her belly as his paw-like hands slipped over her thighs.

"Ugh!"

Lisa's face was red and pinched as Gus pinched her ass and smoothed his other hand over her flat belly. No one had touched her naked flesh like this. Not even on the hottest of her dates had she let a guy so much as lay one finger on her thighs. And now this animal had stripped her and was feeling her all over. She groaned through her clenched teeth, worming her ass back and forth as his fingers dug into her firm flesh.

"No, don't – oh God in heaven, no, don't do this to me!"

"Yeah, baby, you wanna get fucked back, real bad! I think you're gonna get your wish!"

She felt one hand moving down between her thighs, the fingers squeezing her white flesh, gathering it up into tiny balls and pinching it until she had wailed and jerked her legs farther apart.

Lisa rolled her head from one side to the other, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she felt his digits inching their way up toward her pussy. She could feel his thumb squeezing into her cunthole for leverage as his other fingers clawed along her cuntslit.

Lisa let out a groan, feeling grossly uncomfortable. And then Gus jammed two fingers into her cunt.

"Awk!"

Lisa's eyes rounded suddenly, her spine, arching back while she wallowed her shoulders against the floor behind her. The breath left her lungs as she screamed at the sudden, violent intrusion. He was fucking her with his fingers, twisting them around and fucking in and out until the callused, dirty fingertips touched her cherry. It was too much!

Lisa's knees jerked out and her fists beat at the big man's face. He was hurting her, spearing into her with his fingers while his body pressed hers flat against the floor. She could hardly breathe! And now there was the awful pain, the humiliating pain of his fingers fucking into her virgin cunt.

Gus pushed his fingers in a little more, making the puckered, bunched flesh in her pussy throb more intensely. Lisa let out another howl, tears flowing from her eyes and her cheeks flushing with the agony.

"No, don't – oh God, don't do this to me!" she cried.

"Man, you ain't never been fucked before! That's a trip!"

"Please, don't-don't…"

Gus felt her pissing on his fingers once again. Cursing, he jerked his hand away from her cunthole, then shoved his piss-slicked fingers against her lips. Lisa gagged, pulling her head away from the foul-smelling fingers. But Gus refused to let her get away that easily. Once more, he pushed his fingers up to her lips, rubbing them back and forth until he was coating her teeth with urine. It was more than the girl could stand. Retching, Lisa thrashed and kicked, feeling her world coming unglued as Gus readied her for her first fuck.