Stripped and whipped

CHAPTER FIVE

Elena was right. Lisa had learned the rules in a very short period of time. On the third day, she lost a good deal of her long blonde hair. A severe-jawed matron cut it short, almost making her look like a boy. After Gus had finished with her, he'd dragged her, half-bleeding and naked, back to her cell, where Anna was waiting for her. It must be a regular, horrid routine, the girl thought as she was led to the showers and washed.

The next few days dragged on without incident. At least, she thanked God, there were no more beatings. She saw some of the other girls, none of whom looked as if they wanted to talk. They all wore the same, sullen, dulled look – as if the life had been beaten from them. Lisa wondered just how long they'd been there. On the fourth day, she was put on garbage detail.

"Clean out the garbage," Anna said, pointing to a stinking part of the kitchen after turning on a switch that filled the room with a sickly yellow light.

Lisa looked inside. She staggered, grasping the wall for support. It was filthy. There were rats scurrying in and out of the decaying food, and clots of something undefinable stained the floor.

"Get on with it! Drag out this mess and clean the floor," Anna said, slapping Lisa hard across the ass.

"Where-where's the other girl?" Lisa asked, backing away from the matron. She looked at her feet, then at the garbage, trying to keep her distance.

"Kathy? She didn't feel well. She's at the clinic."

The matron drew herself up taller as she stepped through the door. Her keys rattled against her thighs. Lisa watched her, remembering how lustful she had looked when she had whipped the teen mercilessly.

"Pray to God you're stronger. We don't like girls who try to slack from work!"

"But…"

There was no use arguing with the matrons. They made the rules, and they ran the ship. Lisa sighed, turning around to the filth on the floor. She wished she could die.

"You heard me," Anna said, leaning toward her threateningly. "Work!"

Lisa shrank back. The woman seemed to grow a foot when she shouted her commands at the cringing girl. The images of the crop, of the electricity, of the awful fucking she'd endured on the floor of that back room all flashed back in her mind. No, she couldn't go through that again. She looked at the bloodless fury in Anna's face and kept her eyes on the matron, bending over to start dragging out the garbage.

Anna stared at Lisa, her eyes narrowed. It was difficult to clean. There were no tools, no shovels, not even a broom. It was, Lisa assumed, a way to humiliate the new girls even more. She scooped up a pile of the smelly rotting mess only to find a decomposing body of a large rat. Turning, Lisa vomited up yellow bile, messing her dress and the garbage, while her guts seemed to be tearing out. Her dress was covered with the horrid mess, and she shook her head, weeping. Looking up at Anna, she hoped the woman would have pity. But the matron simply stared back, her eyes wide.

Lisa felt her entire body quivering like a willow in a gale. Her muscles were weak. Mustering her strength, the girl dragged herself to her feet when Anna looked as if she might strike her with the keys. As horrible as it was, the girl still wanted to live, to keep herself in one piece and not feel more whips slamming into her. She grabbed the garbage again and dragged it toward the doorway. Other girls outside stood as stiff as statues, watching as Lisa moved quickly from the large bin outside back into the cellar, scooping up more of the rotting mess and taking it out, until it was all packed away in the garbage bin.

"Now clean it up! You're lucky I didn't decide for you to lick the floor, as well!" Anna shouted, pointing one crooked finger toward a bucket and pail.

Lisa went to her hands and knees. The scrubbrush and bucket waiting there for her seemed to be the sanest thing she'd encountered at the school since she'd arrived.

Lisa worked from the door toward the back wall, the clean space fanning out behind her like a river delta. Moving from left to right, she always scrubbed just in front of herself. Her knees started to hurt. The whip-stripes glued the dress to her skin. But Lisa scrubbed on, her nails shredding from the harsh soap solution. Her knuckles were raw. The fan-shaped area she'd cleaned was less than halfway to the wall in back when the matron called to her.

"You! You're finished with the cleaning over there," she said with a gesture.

Lisa rose to her feet, pushing loose strands of hair from her face. Wiping the sweat from her face, she picked up the bucket and wearily moved toward the doorway.

"Look who's here."

Lisa shrank back, banging into the matron behind her. It was Gus, the stupid, hellish smile on his face making her stomach turn over.

"No! Don't make me go with him! No, please!" Lisa moaned, curling her fingers into Anna's soft white gown.

"It looks as if you've made an impression. No, you're not going anywhere with him – at least, alone. We have another school, one more – uh, remote for special cases. You, Lisa, are special to us."

Lisa shrank from the thought, looking from the woman to the man and feeling as if she were being sold to the devil.

"You'll be transported in that truck over there. We've got some of the boys from our other school in there," Anna said. "Make sure you don't do anything in there you wouldn't do in here."

Special school? Where were they taking her? She thought about Kathy and wondered if the girl was in the truck. It stood there, some boys peering out from behind the canvas covering. They were sullen and quiet too, their spirit having been obviously kicked out.

Gus took her by the arm and dragged her to the vehicle. It was all Lisa could do to lift her body over the tailgate. She teetered on the edge for a long instant, about to fall backward. But Gus slapped her hard on her crotch, pushing her forward. Lisa fell down, bruising her elbow on the wooden floor of the truck. The center of her cunt mound started to swell immediately from the blow.

Skittering into the back of the truck, Lisa felt fingers and hands touching her, sliding up her skirt and trying to grab hold of her thighs. She slapped them away, drawing her sore knees together and pushing back her hair. She would have to be cool. She would have to appear as if they would all go to hell if they as much as looked at her the wrong way.

A heavy jolt of the truck pushed her back, but the constant pitching and jerking of the ride lulled Lisa into a daze. She heard some, of the boys talking to the girls, their voices low, frightened, nervous. Gus and another guard had drawn a tarp over the back, partially blocking the view. At times, Lisa could see other cars behind them, and she wanted to rush forward and wave for help. But no one would stop. Instinctively, she knew that. Besides, there were signs all over the vehicle proclaiming it a prisoner's van. If she tried to escape, the good citizens outside would doubtlessly return her like a bad penny. And then there would be hell to pay, Lisa knew.

The dull, throbbing ache in her crotch and the knotted fatigue of her muscles were like a pool of pain where she floated just under the surface.

The truck moved all night. The drone of dispirited voices paused each time it slowed, making them all think they had reached the end of the line. Lisa slept. The thick presence of a cock against her right thigh intruded. She felt someone, some man, rubbing against her. It was probably one of the filthy boys, and she would slap him away. But then the slow, certain motion of a man about to take possession of a woman intrigued the girl. She had been raped cruelly, her cherry torn from her viciously by that animal driving the van now.

What would it feel like, Lisa wondered, if someone took her lovingly, carefully, the way a man would fuck a woman? The interwoven network of arms in the cramped truck hindered Lisa and the unknown boy who had turned his belly against hers.

She heard the others dozing, and some snoring as she felt a hand over her left tit. She twisted her shoulders, acknowledging the hand by moving her tit against it. The boy was tall and thickly built, probably some gang member who had been in and out of reform schools for years. She let her head fall forward against his chest.

Lisa surrendered, feeling she was trapped and might as well make the best of it. She could feel the boy's hot breath gusting through her short hair, warming her face as he moved his other hand. She had a brief glimpse of light hair and a long, straight nose. Then his lips pressed against hers, his tongue working between her lips and down her throat as the wind whistled through the open slats of the truck. His big, strong-fingered hands opened the buttons of her dress, then the front of his gray workshirt.

Oh, this was better, far better than the raping fuck she had endured! Her cunt was warming, simmering, the muscles swelling with excitement as juice frothed from her jagged pussycrack. The itchy, tingly sensation was growing into something much more intense, something more overwhelming. Lisa felt the scratchy hairs on his chest sting the cuts on her tits. Wincing, she kissed even more hungrily at him. His hand moved down between their tightly pressed bodies, oblivious to the others around them.

He slid his hand down into her crotch. And she could feel the long, thick mass of his cock against her belly now! How long and fat it was, far bigger than the thing that had ripped through her cherry. But then Lisa had been half-crazed with pain and terror. She couldn't remember too much about that raping fuck, except that it hurt her terribly. This was so different. She could feel the stubbly strength of his fingers on her cunthair.

"Ohhhhhh!"

It was all the noise she allowed herself. If the others knew what was going on, there would be a free-for-all, Lisa being the target. She felt the boy undo all her buttons now. Her pussy warmed even more, boiling hotter than it had earlier. The tight mass of bodies all around was like a hundred strong hands massaging every inch of her body. The bony hardness of the boys and the curves of the girls all molded against her, everything accentuated by the rolling and lurching of the truck.

Lisa pulled away from the tonguing kiss, every tooth in her mouth throbbing. She rose higher, feeling the sliding, rolling fingertips moving from the top of her cunt mound to the wet, slippery zone around her cunt. It was a revelation, so much more intense, more overwhelming than what she'd felt earlier. The hands on her cunt moved, squeezing her puffy cuntlips together and rubbing the inner folds against her clit. She let out a long soft sigh, feeling her breath rebound from his face.

In a moment, the boy rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the knotted top of her cunt mound. The cockhead pressed right against her clit. Lisa sighed, her body trembling as she rocked her ass from side to side. He sucked and bit at her neck as he fucked his cock into the greasy crack of her pussy. The girl squirmed, trying to slide easily onto the tower of prickmeat. It wasn't easy. She had only been fucked once. But the boy was insistent, pushing forward, grunting with the effort, and finally with a greasy slide, pushing his prick all the way in.

"Ooooooooh!"

Lisa let out another long, low moan, all but inaudible as she felt her cunt stretched itchily by the big cock. Afraid to move any more, she felt his cock pushing down deep into her fuckhole.

Lisa contracted her cunt muscles to milk that fat thing while she felt the boy driving his tongue back into her mouth, down her throat. The rising heat between her white, shivering legs made her move again. He was fucking down with all his might, pushing his prick in and rocking his hips as best he could while holding her thighs as hard as he could. In a moment, Lisa felt his long fingers digging into her fleshy ass, scratching at it as she fucked up and down. Lisa felt the tide of lust overwhelm her, wash over her as she ground against the boy harder. She felt the long bar of hard cock fucking deeper, pressing her guts aside.

Lisa moaned aloud now, not worried if anyone heard or saw what she was doing. The big boy managed to fuck down as hard as he could, actually creating some room for them in the cramped truck.

Lisa heard herself sobbing as the roar of the truck, the rumble of the double wheels underneath and the noisy breathing of the boys and girls there all merged with the swelling tension in her belly. She ground her clit hungrily against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. Every bump of his cock sent her feelings higher and higher. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out her pleasure. The salty sting of sweat added to the lewd excitement racing through her.

She was all the way down on his big cock now. Lisa thought her cunt was being forced up into her chest by that long prick. She moved her ass in frantic little circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides up. The mass of tension in her tummy swelled more and more. She pushed down, her torn, burning asshole pouting outward as her asscheeks flexed, then softened. The boy dug his fingernails into her ass. Lisa could feel all her nerve endings standing up on end, while the insides of her thighs alternately chilled and burned. Her body was turning into a rubbery, melting mass of clinging pleasure as the whirling ball of hunger within her threatened to explode.

About to cry out, Lisa felt his lips cover hers again, muffling her moans and sighs as his prick jerked around inside her cunt. She could feel her womb trembling, and her belly bloated out as if inflated with air.

The tossing of the truck inspired the teen to fuck harder, while her pulse raced through her sweaty body. Lisa tossed her hips with wild abandon, slapping her naked ass again and again against the wooden truck bed. Someone behind her was laughing and pointing at her. But the teen didn't care. She was too far gone. She could feel her climax coming, and she was holding her breath until it came.

A fire started around her cunt mouth, the gathering rush exploding into her belly, then careening into her brain. Lisa groaned, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard bar of cockmeat impaling her. She felt the boy's fingers pinching her nipples, squeezing them until she squealed, as his prick staffed spitting out squirt after squirt of his jizz.

She wept and struggled, her fists striking the big stud as her cunt milked at his bucking cock. Her head bent back and her tits jiggled like pudding from the furious blasts of her cunt's reaction. Even when the thrusts of the boy's cock faded, Lisa's orgasm went on and on. Finally slipping off into a coma-like sleep, the young girl knew only that she'd been fucked by the best cock of her young life!

How long she slept, Lisa had no idea. When she awoke, it was bright again. Someone had pulled her dress up round her shoulders. Some of the girls were frowning at her and turning away when her eyes met theirs. Had she slept that way? Had someone else taken advantage of her while she was asleep? No. She couldn't be that numb.

Modestly, she pulled her dress down, sitting up and feeling the muscles cramping in her neck and back.

The truck lurched.

Lisa recalled where she was. The interwoven arms and shoulders around her made her feel hemmed in. She was about to scream when the truck finally rattled to a stop. The engine soon stopped. Lisa and the others sighed with relief as Gus pulled the tarp back and signaled them with a whistle to climb out.

It was difficult for her to move. She nearly tumbled out onto her face from the high tailgate. And nobody helped her, least of all the girls who had probably witnessed at least part of her fucking spree the night before.

Lisa looked around. There were long wooden buildings standing under tall pines. At first sight, it looked as if it might be some religious retreat, or a camp. But then she caught sight of the barbed wire fence and guard towers. No. This was just another prison, even though it seemed more pleasant than the first.

"You, Lisa!"

She felt as if the devil himself had signaled her out. Trembling, Lisa looked up and saw Gus and two other guards leering at her. Just in front of her was Kathy. Quickly, she ambled up to the girl, touching the brunette lightly on the forearm.

"Oh-oh how good, you're here!" Kathy exclaimed, tightening her fingers around Lisa's hand.

It was the first sign of anything civilized since Lisa had arrived.

"Shut up!" Gus shouted.

There were at least five guards there with the two matrons who obviously ran the camp. They had just come from what appeared to be an administration building standing on high ground just in front of the barracks-like buildings.

"You've all been chosen to come here for one week! This is, in a way, an honor camp! We want you to see what rewards you can get if you follow rules!" one woman said, lifting her chin slightly and talking at the top of her voice.

The prisoners all remained silent, terrified to speak, the boys being pushed to the left, while the girls huddled under a tall redwood tree.

"This is an honor for you. You'll work here for three days, then return to the main building. Additional trips will depend on your individual behavior."

Lisa grimly looked up at her friend, who was visibly trembling.

"You two over there. Come with me," Gus said, motioning toward Lisa and Kathy.

Kathy turned white, but Lisa held onto her.

"Don't let them know you're afraid. That's the worst," she whispered, guiding her friend up the hill as the others watched them silently.

Lisa felt as if she had years of experience on Kathy. And yet she had only been imprisoned a little more than one week.