Tortured daughter

CHAPTER THREE

"Ohhhh, man, man, her cunt's gonna burn up my prick," Max groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

"She that good?"

"Great, man! This fuckin' virgin's hotter 'n most sluts I know."

The words burned Cindy's pride, shamed her terribly as Max continued to fuck her. She felt his fingers squeezing her nipples again, pinching the red, half-inch long nubs until she squealed with joy and pain. Jerking her ass up, then back and forth violently, Cindy yelped and cried while Max continued torturing her tit tips.

His hands were slipping back down to her hips again, tugging her more firmly up. He yanked her asscheeks all the more tightly against his hairy belly, piledriving his cock into her pussy, his thrusts making her asscheeks jiggle, her belly quake with fear.

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Jack gasped, his prick snapping up against Cindy's nose.

The elevator car jiggled from the movements of the three. Jack began jerking off more frantically, scooping up some strands of her blonde silky hair and rubbing them with his fist against his fuckrod. Cindy didn't care what he did. Jack no longer mattered. His buddy's cock had taken over, his prick slamming again and again into her cunt. Slowly she felt her mind simmering, settling into a kind of red fog of sensuality. She was feeling her pussy coming alive, burning with delight as the big man fucked her into oblivion. His soft, leathery balls kept slapping against her clit, making it tingle while his fingers tweaked her nipples again and again.

"Ohhhh, man, man, this bitch's wild," Max whispered, shaking more sweat from his face.

"What she doin'?"

"Every time I fuck in hard, I can feel her cunt walls cinching down me," Max said, drawing his hands back and, smoothing his fingertips over her lush, white asscheeks. There were still some red marks crossing the girl's ass, reminders of Max's slaps.

It was true. Cindy couldn't believe it was happening, but there were moments when she could feel her cunt walls buckling under the sexual heat, the slick flesh contracting and grabbing hold of Max's rodding prick. It was almost painful having her pussy muscles contract that way. But oh, the pleasure that accompanied that pain!

Cindy gasped once again, tears running down her flushed cheeks. She could feel Max's cock swell, actually balloon outward as the excitement built. The blonde teen knew he was going to shoot his jizz into her soon. She could tell from the rising excitement, from his uneven breathing, from his gasps, from his comments to her and Jack that he was about to cum. Yes, Max was going to cum in her, firehose his jism into her hot little cunt. And she wanted it! Her ass pranced for it now, dancing up in the air, rubbing against Max's overhanging belly while his prick split through her again and again.

"Fuck it out, baby! Come on, move that God damned ass," Max growling, slapping her again, then riding high so that his prick would rub against her clit.

Yes, Cindy thought to herself, the feeling in her cunt mounting higher with every second. It felt so good, so very good. Shamelessly, the girl jerked her ass up and down, exciting Max even more.

"Thatta way, baby, that's the way to move that fuckin' butt! Ohhh, man!"

Cindy concentrated on his perpetually moving prick rushing through her pussy. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart while a violent buzzing began in her head. It was as if she were losing her mind.

"Ohhhhh, man, man…" Jack was going wild, jerking off in her hair. Seeing Max about to shoot, he slid back a few inches, twisted his fingers in Cindy's hair even more and jerked her head off the floor. Her face rose to meet his. He jammed his mouth against hers, kissing her, shoving his tongue inside. Normally Cindy would have been appalled at doing something like this. But she was too far gone to struggle, to protest. Foul as Jack's breath was, the young girl began sucking wildly on it as Jack shoved his tongue in as far as it could go. At the same time, he slipped his hands down to her tits, squeezing them as his buddy had done, pinching her nipples, rubbing them until Cindy was frantic with desire. There seemed to be no end to her torment, to her delight!

"Cumming, man!" Max warned. "Gonna shoot my stuff right into her cunt!"

His voice was strained, choked. Cindy knew the end was near, just around the corner.

"Fuck, man," Jack groaned, pulling away from the tonguing kiss and edging up to the girl's face once more. He twisted her around, slapping her several more times, then jerked up on several strands until Cindy's lips parted to scream in pain. It was at that moment he lunged forward, burying his prick in her mouth the way he had buried his tongue moments before.

"Mmfmmfrnfffff!" she moaned.

There were no more struggles, no more screams, not even an attempt to bite. Cindy tasted the warm, bleachy flavor of Jack's precum and swallowed hard, coating her throat with the vile jizz. She moved her tongue around and around the sensitive underside of his rodding prick, wriggling the tip of her tongue against the point just under his double-lobed cockhead. Jack was going crazy, his body pitching forward as he kept chugging his prick into her mouth.

"Ughhfhfhhffff!" she squealed.

Cindy was going wild with sensation. The two cocks, one fucking her cunt, the other fucking her mouth, worked her up into a frothy frenzy. She could hear the slick, clicking sounds of Max's cock as it pistoned through her cunt. Max's hands gripped her asscheeks hard, holding them, spreading them apart. And now he was using a finger to jam into her asshole. Yes, she could feel that digit spearing into her shitter, sending hot, dry shocks of pleasure and pain into her cunt. And all the time, Jack was filling her mouth with his filthy cock, pillowing his balls up against her chin, filling her nostrils with his wiry cockhairs once more.

"Man, she's sucking me off," Jack groaned, his face slackening as Cindy's tongue began to work frantically, fluttering over his prick.

"Yeah, man, she's somethin' else… a real whore! We're gonna have lots of fun with her here."

"Ohhhhhh!"

Yes, he was right. She was no better than the whores that walked Hollywood Boulevard at night. She was turning onto this vile attack, loving this rape. And how she loved it! Oh, God, how she loved having her cunt speared this way, her mouth spread open by that cock. Cindy wanted to feel Max's cum burn into her pussy. She wanted to feel Jack's jizz filling her mouth, choking her as it slid down to her belly.

She felt it, felt the burning jizz shoot out of Max's prickhead and scald the walls of her pussy. At the same time, that sadistic fiend was twisting his finger around and around in her shitter, the nail threatening to tear the tight, slick lining.

"Nooofoffffff!"

Cindy's ass slammed against Max with a wild force as she felt him swaying on top of her. His hands seemed to be everywhere, his fingers gripping her ass, pinching her thighs, squeezing her tits. She was surrounded by prick, her body impaled on cockmeat. Jack was fucking her mouth more frantically, his eyes wide as he watched his buddy go crazy over the girl.

"Oh, man, man, gonna shoot in her fuckin' mouth… uhhh… gonna do it!"

Jack's voice was strained, pained. Cindy could taste more and more of his pre-cum oozing into her mouth. And then steady, pulsing streams of jizz splashed over her teeth, spattering against the back of her throat, then sliding slimily down toward her belly. Again and again he shot, filling her mouth, making, her cheeks puff out. Cindy couldn't swallow it all, there was so much. It frothed out around the corners of her stretched mouth, oozing out with her spit. She coughed, choked, gasped for breath around the jerking cock buried in her mouth. Cindy could feel his fat, red prickhead rubbing up against her tonsils as more cum squirted out of his piss-slit and filled her mouth.

And then her own climax came rushing, a roar from hell burning her cunt. It was as if someone had touched her cunt with a drop of acid, that acid triggering her violent climax. She screamed and yowled like a cat, jerking her ass up and down, silently begging for more sensation, for more cock. Max laughed at her reaction, slapping her back, her asscheeks, the back of her skull as she came and came and came. How long her climax lasted, Cindy had no idea. She was off in another world for what seemed like hours. Her head exploded again and again while her body drank in that wonderful jism shooting from those two hard cocks.

When she came to, she found Jack had already pulled his prick from her mouth. Max was withdrawing his cock from her pussy, rubbing his callused fingertips along the sensitive under swells of her asscheeks. She could feel his fingernails coming dangerously close to her asshole, and then remembered how he had fucked her shitter with one of his fingers. How awful! She had entered the elevator, thinking she was going to a room to begin her rehabilitation. Instead, she had been raped, violated in the most foul, violent way. And what was so unthinkable was that she had enjoyed it.

"Come on, baby. I don't want the staff thinkin' anything was goin' on between us," Max said, pulling his prick out of her cunt with a squishy pop.

Cindy lay on the floor exhausted, her hair curtaining her still-flushed face. Reality began to trickle in. Why was she stretched out naked like this, her body violated, these men staring down at her and laughing at her dismay? Slowly she turned her head away from the men, sobbing quietly, feeling as if the world, the universe had turned malevolently against her for no apparent reason.

"Get up and get dressed," Max growled, stepping back into his white uniform trousers and zipping up.

Cindy pushed herself upon all fours, her tits hanging sexily down from her upper chest. She wiped the back of one hand across her lips, still able to taste and even smell Jack's prick juice. Cum oozed from her open cunt as she stood up, shaking the hair from her eyes.

"What've you done to me? Oh, God, I'm going to tell… I swear," she said, staring tearfully at the unfeeling attendants.

Max's eyes narrowed as he threw her skirt, blouse, panties and bra into her face. He stepped forward, laying a firm hand on her shoulders and nearly pushing her back down to the floor once more.

"Before we get this fuckin' car goin' again, there's one thing I want you to know," he said, pushing his face against hers. Cindy flinched, hugging her torn clothing tightly to her body. "You ain't gonna tell no one about this. And even if you did," he said, turning and smiling at Jack standing behind him, "It wouldn't do no fuckin' good. This is Hannah Manor, not some dumb state place with officials stickin' their fuckin' noses in. Ain't no one's complained about the results here – no one."

Max's wards sounded terrible, coming from him. Cindy couldn't believe it. No one said a word? She was certain there had been other girls violated this way by Max and Jack, and no one complained? It was difficult to believe. She turned her face away from Max, trembling under the cold, steady gaze of his eyes.

"So, if you cooperate you can have a lotta fun here. But," he added, his eyes slitting forbiddingly, "if you fuck up, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

He let her go, standing at the rear of the car as Cindy dressed hurriedly. She wanted to get away from these men, away from their horrible stares. She had to be alone, to think about what had happened to her. These men, their rape, their words all confused her. Sliding her torn panties over her injured pussy, Cindy felt her hot, cum-smeared cuntlips pressing against the cool nylon crotch panel. The resulting sensation was shockingly good! But she couldn't let the men know. Shaking off the feeling, she finished dressing, then felt the car begin its continuing upward journey.

The Manor, from what she could tell, was almost medieval in structure. There were tall, cathedral-style ceilings in the corridors, and always the faint smell of antiseptic in the air. She hadn't seen any other patients yet, although Cindy was certain they were nearby. After all, her very best friend was imprisoned here. Imprisoned? Yes, that was a good word, an accurate word to describe what it was like to be here. As she stepped into her small ten-by-fifteen room, Cindy felt she was being imprisoned for some hideous crime.

"Your luggage is there," Max said, kicking the door shut and speaking to her through a small wired opening at the top of the door. "You'll find your uniform in the locker."

Cindy looked around. Next to the small narrow iron-posted bed was a green metal locker, the door shiny and newly painted. A chair was the only, other furniture, in the otherwise sterile room. She had seen more warmly furnished rooms in pictures of Nazi concentration camps.

"Doc Endicott'll come down around here in about an hour for your first interview," Jack said, leering at her.

"Yeah, and don't forget. You ain't gonna say nothin' about what happened to you in the elevator, right?"

Cindy nodded her head up and down, willing to agree to anything to be alone.

"Good, baby, good. I think we're gonna have us one hell of a time… until you're cured."

Both men broke out laughing wildly at the last pronouncement, walking quickly away from her room. Cindy turned, letting the hot tears flow readily now. Raped and violated in the mouth by… oh, the thought of it now only made her sick with shame!

"Oh, my God, my God, what have I done?" she whimpered, throwing herself over the narrow bed and burying her flushed face in the pillow. Cindy moved her knees together, feeling the slippery slide of her cuntlips against one another. It was a horrid reminder of what she'd done, of how she had let those men fuck her.

Two hours passed quickly. Dr. Endicott arrived as Max had predicted, as cold as ever, telling her sharply to get dressed, then showing her the various facilities nearby – washroom, shower area, dining hall down the way.

"Of course, everything here is regulated," Dr. Endicott said, stopping in front of her office door. Cindy felt so vulnerable once more, just as she'd felt when Max and Jack closed the elevator door behind her. "Is everything all right?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Dr. Endicott!" Cindy gasped, remembering what Max and Jack had said.

"Fine. Then come in. I want to acquaint you with some more of our policies."

They entered Alicia Endicott's office, the setting sun adding a peculiar pall to the setting. Against the back wall, near a tall wide case filled with medical books, was an enormous fireplace with gargoyles carved into the surrounding molding. Cindy felt chilled just staring at the hideous thing. Two throne-like chairs flanked either side of the fireplace, their faded-gold upholstery contrasting oddly with the dark-blue carpeting covering the floor. Dr. Endicott sat behind her large desk, sifting through several papers and reading in a monotone voice finally about the various disciplinary rules.

"… and at no time are patients to question the authority of the doctors, nurses or attendants at the hospital."

Hospital? Is that what she called this place? Cindy nearly laughed. She remembered how she had squirmed and bucked under Max's attack. Would Dr. Endicott call that part of her treatment? She kept still, sitting primly in front of the doctor with her hands meekly folded in her lap.

"Is everything clear now, dear?"

"Yes, Doctor."

Cindy felt her stomach growling with hunger. Only now did she realize that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. The idea of going to Hannah Manor had upset her so much that she couldn't even think of having lunch. It must be five, maybe six o'clock by now. The girl remembered what Dr. Endicott said about the dining hall and wondered if they would be serving dinner soon.

"Come with me," she said, rising from behind her desk. "I think it's time we have our first therapy session… before dinner, that is. It's good to start off on the right foot."

The woman was so businesslike that Cindy actually felt some of her fear fading away perhaps things would be better.