Tortured daughter

CHAPTER ONE

"We observe the strictest rules of discipline here, Cindy. You've been put here for a good reason by your parents. You were caught getting drunk once too often."

Cindy McArthur kept her crying blue eyes lowered to the tiled floor of the reception room. It was a lie. It was all such a terrible mistake. She wasn't an alcohol abuser like her mother kept screaming over and over the night she'd found some peach brandy in her bureau drawer. Her girlfriend, Judy, had had some problems with liquor and she was only holding the bottle from her until she could get rid of it.

"Are there any questions, Cindy?"

Dr. Alicia Endicott was tapping her well-manicured nails against the polished oak desk, tilting her head to one side. Cindy realized she was expected to say something. But what could she do? The teenaged blonde thought she would break into wild tears if she were to open her mouth. Her parents had brought her here to the sanatorium after they had heard such good things from Judy's parents about the place. Yes, her best friend had been incarcerated here for nearly one month now. And her parents had decided she would follow. It was so unfair, so unjust! Even their doctor had felt her parents were going overboard in their decision to send her to Hannah Manor.

Her voice was trembling and low as the room began to swim in front of her eyes. Crossing her legs at the ankles, Cindy dug her fingernails into her palms, fighting for courage, for some confidence in this terrifying nightmare that had suddenly invaded her life. Alcohol. She was no user, no alcoholic. And yet for trying to help a friend, she had been shunted off to this horrid place!

Raising her eyes, she looked once more at Dr. Endicott. The woman was tall, in her mid-thirties, with a head of fine silver hair pulled tightly back across her skull into a tight pinned bun behind. Her eyes were a strange tawny color, reminding Cindy of a cat's. Those eyes, how they seemed to look right through her. Cindy shivered, pressing her nails more firmly into her damp palms. The sound of a buzzer made Cindy nearly jump from her skin.

"Reaction from alcohol withdrawal," Alicia said, raising one eyebrow. "Well, that's to be expected. You won't find any babying here, Cindy. We all believe in developing discipline. That's the key." She raised a threatening finger and pointed it at the girl as if it were a knife. Cindy wished she could have sunk right through the bright blue carpeting under her feet. "We've taken the liberty to search your luggage, even though your parents assured us that they had gone through your belongings before you came here." Alicia patted her bunned hair. "Your things are in your room. An attendant will take you there. Of course, you'll be expected to adhere to our schedule. All our girls do."

Alicia's monologue was interrupted by the sound of the back door opening. Turning around, Cindy found herself face to face with a tall, stockily-built attendant dressed in white pants and coat. There was nothing particularly attractive about him. His small cold blue eyes, round pock-marked face and sensuous thick lips seemed to be in place with the forbidding nature of this place.

"You can take Miss McArthur to her room now. She needs time to get her things in order. We'll see you later, Cindy, to talk about our schedule here," Alicia said, her voice following the trembling girl out into the ball.

"This way," the attendant said, taking her roughly by the shoulder and directing her down the long, tiled corridor.

Cindy flinched under the hard grip of that warm paw digging into her slender shoulders. She had never felt so naked, so exposed and vulnerable before in her life. Watching her parents' car drive down the long curved road over the hills back to Los Angeles, the young teen had felt as if she'd been abandoned to the world.

"Nice ass."

Her flesh puckered up into goose-pimples as Cindy looked into his cold eyes, then turned back around and walked more quickly down the hall. Her sandals clicked against the polished brown tiles while overhead the glare from the blue-white fluorescent lights burned her eyes. It was such a cold, terrible place.

"Here," he muttered.

They made another turn into a narrower corridor, stopping in front of some green elevator doors. The attendant pressed a small red button. Immediately, groaning and whirring sounds filtered through the old doors. Momentarily they parted, revealing a small, foul-smelling elevator compartment. Cindy stepped inside, feeling less and less sure of herself as the seconds ticked by. Another attendant was there, somewhat taller and thinner than the first. His eyes, she thought, looked a bit kinder.

"Hey, Jack, got a new one from the doc," her escort said, closing the door and pushing three.

"Nice… not bad, Max. Been broke in yet?" the friend asked, flashing Max a toothy smile.

"You been poked yet, honey?" Max asked, his eyes narrowing as he pushed the elevator stop button. Immediately, the car jerked to a halt, the whirring sounds stopping. Cindy looked at the two attendants in disbelief, her heart pounding like a triphammer.

"You heard me, angel tits. You get rodded yet?"

"Hey, Max, come on, the bitch don't know what you're talkin' about," Jack said, his lips curling into a false friendly smile. "What my friend here wants to know, baby, is whether or not somebody's gotten to you. You know fucked you."

"Fucked?"

Pronouncing the word made Cindy shiver. She had never talked like that, had never had anyone speak to her in those foul terms. Her parents had been very strict, too strict at times, she felt. Never, never would she have considered having a boy do… that to her. Even the thought of letting him touch her there sent shivers of terror rushing through her.

"Yeah, you know, taking his prick and sticking it down there between your legs," Jack explained.

Max took a step toward her. Flinching again, Cindy backed away, her firm pert ass pressing against the cold metal walls of the elevator car. Above her, the girl could hear the cables swinging against one another. The alarm. If only, she could reach the alarm button. That would stop this madness.

"No, please… no, that never happened to me," she whimpered.

"We got ourselves a little virgin, then," Jack said after a moment's pause.

"Yeah, if you believe what she says. Fuck, kids nowadays are knocked up by the time they're outta high school. She's been hittin' the booze scene, too."

"That's not true!" Cindy blurted out, wiping a tear from under one eye with the back of her hand. "It's all some terrible mistake."

The two attendants threw back their heads and laughed heartily.

"They all say that," Max said, calming down, then rubbing the back of his hand against his fly.

Cindy's eyes flashed down quickly to his crotch and saw, to her horror, that he wasn't wearing shorts. She could see his cock sharply outlined against the white trouser material. Her eyes widened. Cindy had heard, of course, about men, about what they liked to do, and how it was all to come about. But having to come face to face with sex, and like this, made the girl gasp with revulsion. Max and his friend Jack were about to rape her. The idea suddenly flashed through her brain like lightning, making her shiver all over.

"The poor little thing's shaking," Max said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"She should be all smiles, considering what we're gonna show her. By the time we get through with her, she's gonna feel all better, being here at the Manor."

"Oh, no, no, you're… you're all crazy," Cindy said, her voice whispery and breathless. "I'll tell Dr. Endicott about this if… if something happens to me and… and…"

"She won't listen to an alky. Besides, it's all part of your treatment. Discipline, that's her, thing. And this is part of the training," Max said, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand again.

"No!"

"You ain't got nowhere to go," Max said, observing the girl's frantic search with her eyes for some escape route. "So you'd better just get used to the idea you're gonna get fucked."

"What do you want from me?" she asked tearfully, seeing both men rubbing their crotches now. If only she could get near the button panel of the elevator!

"What I get from all the other girls around here," laughed Jack.

"You'll be fired if you touch me," Cindy blurted out.

"Cut it out. It's gonna happen, baby, whether you want it or not. If you treat us nice, then I'll try to keep some of my other buddies from having fun with you when I'm through."

"Oh, no, no!"

Cindy was about to scream. Seeing this, Max darted forward, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist while his other hand clamped over her opening mouth. His palm was damp and coarse, pressing her lips so tightly against her teeth that the flesh was being cut. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed against one wall of the elevator. "Mmmfmmfmfmfff!"

Cindy's feet went out from under her several times as he wrestled her around in the elevator car. Twice her knees struck the metal walls hard, sending shocks of pain racing up her thighs. There was simply no way of escape from this horrid place! The car jiggled and bounced against the outside concrete chute while Jack muttered encouragement to his struggling buddy.

"Go on, man, fuck her, stick that thing into her. And then I'll take over," Jack said, his eyes wide as he began unzipping the front of his trousers.

There was another jiggling sound just after the one hand disappeared from her waist. They swung around once more, Cindy's head striking the wall near the control panel. She could see the alarm button so close, so very close to her face. But he had her arms pinned to her sides.

Jack was opening his pants! At this point the girl realized that Max had pushed down his pants. Twisting her around, he was making her look at his crotch.

"Take a good look, baby. Soon I'm gonna stick this thing in you. Fight me, and I'm gonna piss down there, too. My bladder's fuckin' full. It wouldn't be too hard to get you dirty down there, and you don't want that, right?"

And now he was twisting his fingers in her hair, tugging on the strands, making the young teen scream through his clamping palm.

"Come on and have a closer look."

Taking the hand from her mouth, Max shoved her down to the floor. How dizzy she was, dizzy from fright, from struggling in that small car. There was a smell, an awful smell. It was then the girl realized that she was only a few inches away from Max's groin. She could see the black wiry cock hairs frizzing all around his long, thick prick, protruding from his crotch. She had never, never seen anything so terrifying and yet so fascinating before in her life! He was shoving her toward it. Flinching backward, Cindy struggled against the offending hand.

"She don't like havin' her face down there. We can change all that," Jack said, shoving his trousers down to his knees and freeing his prick.

"Yeah. Might be able to do both – fuck her and make her give you a fuckin' blowjob."

"Yeah," Jack crooned, closing his eyes while jerking his fingers up and down his seven-inch prick. "She's got pretty lips, nice lips that'd feel real good against my hot cock," Jack whispered.

"Help me! Help!"

Once more the girl tried screaming, when she'd shaken off that temporary stupor. But Max's hand clamped hard once again ever her mouth, choking out the last of her protests.

"That's better," Max said, observing the girl's diminishing struggles. "For being such a nice girl, I'm gonna give you a gift. Yeah, I'm gonna give you something nice and hard and hot. You're gonna learn to like having this all the time from old Max."

His breath stank with beer and decay. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself hard against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his white shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other hand stayed tangled in her hair, pulling at the blonde strands at times. Max laughed when she whimpered through his fingers. She could see that he enjoyed watching her twist about in pain. The more she cried, the mere she begged with her eyes to be let go, the more agony he caused her.

Suddenly the hand around her mouth loosened, and then let go. Max flung her to the floor of the elevator car, then dove down after her, jerking up her skirt and pulling down her white cotton panties to her knees. The shock of having her cunt and ass exposed so suddenly, so vigilantly, prevented the girl from screaming. And then she felt Max take her right asscheek between one thumb and forefinger, squeezing the resilient flesh so hard that she squealed in pain.

"Yagghghghhhhh!" Cindy's eyes widened as she started to scream again.

"Take off your socks, man. Gotta gag this bitch before she screams down the whole place," Max grunted, mounting the girl and hunching his cock against her asscheeks.

Cindy's cries sometimes came out nothing more than hissing air. It was shock, numbing her confused, horrified brain. The dirty floor of the elevator car hurt her knees and shoulders as Max kept slamming her against the filthy tile. Behind her she could see Jack fumbling around, sliding off his socks.

Max rolled halfway off her, taking the blue socks and knotting them at the toes. Then slipping the filthy, foul-smelling material into her mouth, he stretched the material around to the back of her head, tying it around behind her ears.

"Mfffff!" she choked.

Cindy gagged, closing her eyes and trying not to swallow the filthy mixture of blue dye and Jack's sweat.

"Fuck her, man, fuck her good."

Max rolled back on top of her, shoving her what he was about to do to her made her shiver with revulsion. That this horrible man, who was supposed to be helping her, was going to push his smelly prick into her made Cindy want to throw up. But the taste of the sour bile in her mouth made her swallow once more. No, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her vomit. And what would it prove, anyway? The gag would hold her bile in. Perhaps she'd drown in it while they were fucking her.

Max tugged at her hair again, tearing out a few more strands. She could feel his cock pushing down between her thighs. She could feel his cockhead jabbing at her cunt, touching her whisper-soft pussylips. Cindy let out another moan, tears welling up behind her eyes. To think she was going to lose her virginity this way. And her parents thought they had left her in the care of kind but firm hands!

"Ughghhghhhhh!" she squealed.

Max let go of her hair. With both hands, he began kneading her asscheeks, his callused fingers digging deep into her white, plump flesh.

"Nice ass… just like I said before beck there," Max commented, stretching her asscheeks apart and exposing the pink puckered hole of her shitter. Cindy whimpered through the sock gag, feeling the cool air brushing up against her exposed asshole.

"Get her panties all the way off and start fuckin' the shit outta her."

"Yeah, gotta get my prick back into somethin' nice and hot and tight."

Max grabbed the bottom of her skirt in one hand and he tugged it up farther while tearing open her bra and blouse with the other. Buttons flew in all directions as the bra slid torn from her shoulders. Her full tits tumbled out as the bra fell away.

"Man, nice tits… nice tits and ass. She's got it all, man," Max said.

"Noofffff!"

He had grabbed her panties, his fingers tugging at the thin material. In a moment they slid free from her ankles, quickly followed by her skirt. They had stripped her naked, tossing her clothes into a corner.

"Naked and ready… hot 'n' ready," Max said, eyeing her white, trembling body.

"Man, look at her cunt," Jack said, kneeling down to her. "Seems to me somethin' that pretty shouldn't go unused. It's downright criminal, leavin' that thing untouched for so long. When are you gonna fuck her, Max?"

"Right now. I can't wait no longer."

Cindy struggled wildly, realizing what was about to happen to her. Her mouth opened once more, her tongue trying to shove aside the foul blue sock material. Seeing her struggling to scream, Max slid one dirty hand over her lips again, pressing them back against her teeth, cutting them once more.

"Oh, ohhhhh!" she gasped.

Max was squeezing her round asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into the flesh. He squeezed hard, making her scream in pain.

"You keep tryin' to get away like that, movin' and tryin' to throw me off, and I'll punch your ribs 'til they break," he threatened.

His words burned into her brain. As if to emphasize his point, the attendant took a few blonde cunt hairs between his fingers, tearing them hard from her pussymound. Cindy felt flashes of incredible heat and pain sear through her cunt.

"Uhhfhfhhffff!" she cried.

Max had made his point. She was helpless, unable to fight back in this horrid elevator car. Jack and he would have their way with her. All she could do was endure this rape the best she could, then report their actions to Dr. Endicott later. But the thought of being so brutally raped by these two sickened her. The worst, she knew, was yet to come!