Tortured daughter

CHAPTER FOUR

Cindy followed Dr. Endicott down a long corridor, the facing red, sunlight coloring the walls oddly. In a moment she realized that they were heading toward the rear of the large castle-like house. Again, she saw no one else. Where was everyone? How many girls did they have here? Once or twice she had heard stories about Hannah Manor, wild stories about this place that was supposed to be an experimental house for alcohol abusers. Many newscasters had tried to find some sort of story angle to the place, but nothing had been found. Dr. Endicott had a psychiatric degree, was state licensed, and had served the institute well, apparently. Gossip stories still abounded, whispered about by some of the girls at school who said they knew girls who'd been to the institute and how screwed up they were afterward. Ex-drunks might tell lies. They would do anything to get sympathy or attention for what they'd gone through. Cindy had seen some of them on television and almost giggled at the way they looked and talked. Well, now she was in the same situation, and there was nothing particularly funny bout it.

"In here."

Cindy followed Alicia down a narrow flight of concrete stairs into a large, oak-paneled room. The door closed behind her. When Alicia fucked on the lights, Cindy was able to see the furnishings of the room more closely. And what she saw made her break into a cold sweat. Hanging on the walls of the room were strange, frightening-looking instruments. In the center of the room was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet in it.

"What is this?" Cindy gasped, turning, her eyes wide with fear as she felt her uniform clinging damply, uncomfortably to her flesh.

Dr. Endicott said nothing, her businesslike manner still apparent as she slipped the keys into her white uniform and began unraveling the tight bun at the back of her head. Cindy watched mutely as Alicia's silver hair tumbled to her shoulders. Even with that, the woman looked no less stern.

"Come here, dear."

Cindy hesitated, then realized she had no other alternative. Alicia had locked the door and slipped the keys into her pocket. Sucking in her lower lip, she moved toward the woman, her heart beating wildly.

"Now, we have our session," Alicia said, mechanically removing the teenager's clothing. The gown fell easily from Cindy's shoulders. Panties and bras were just not part of the uniform at Hannah Manor. Cindy was to soon to find out why.

"Why are you doing this to me?" the girl asked. She had heard about all sorts of strange psychiatric treatments. But psychoanalysis in the nude? That was something new to her.

"It's all part of your treatment here, dear," Alicia went on, undisturbed by the girl's growing anxiety. "Actually, it's going to be in two parts. The first is solo," Alicia began to explain, leading Cindy by one hand to a large wooden stockade to the right of the barrel. "The second part will involve your friend, Judy Farraday. She'll be down here to join us shortly."

"Judy?"

Before she could ask more questions Cindy found herself thrust forward against the stockade. Alicia took advantage of her disorientation and shock, quickly opening the top portion of the instrument and shoving her arms through the two holes.

She was being pilloried just like some Puritan back in New England! She knocked her knees against the flat wooden, board, twisting her head around and staring uncomprehendingly at Dr. Endicott.

"It's true!" Cindy gasped, staring up wide-eyed.

"What's true, dear?"

"The stories. The stories about this place I've heard!"

Alicia moved around, raising another portion of the board up and thrusting one of the girl's legs into another hole. She was a strong, determined woman, ignoring the teen's frantic attempts to kick herself free. In a moment Cindy was entrapped, her arms and legs locked firmly in place. Only then did the full force of her panic hit her. Snapping her head from left to right, she pulled at the holding boards. But the device held firm, keeping her in place. The brace at the bottom keeping the pillory level didn't even squeak as Cindy bounced her ass up and down in mid-air. Finally she stopped, feeling her head pounding violently. Her heart raced as she watched Alicia step slowly toward a leather riding crop hanging on the wall.

"That," said Alicia, when Cindy was finally quiet, "is called a pillory. It was used to punish people who varied from the norm of society. You did that by using liquor." Alicia removed the crop and fingered the smooth black leather almost lovingly.

"That isn't true!" Cindy cried.

"Liar!"

Alicia brought the crop down hard just to the right of the girl's chin. The cracking sound made Cindy scream, her flesh dampening with perspiration. The woman moved around slowly, rhythmically tapping the crop against the palm of her other hand.

"Your parents caught you. They did the right thing, taking you here to Hannah Manor before your problem became too great," Alicia went on more calmly, stopping just behind the trembling blonde teen. "And now we've got to make certain you won't slip back into an alcohol-abuser's pattern."

Cindy tried adjusting her position as best she could in the pillory, the rough wood scratching and prickling her naked flesh painfully. Cindy waited, waited for the first blow she was certain would come. Her father had occasionally whipped her when she was a bad little girl. And now it was happening all over again. Only this time she couldn't use her hands to defend herself.

"Owwwww."

There was a hissing sound, the sound of the crop arching through the air, quickly followed by the dry smacking smack of the crop crashing against her right asscheek. Cindy yelped, jerking up against the pillory. How her ass burned! Alicia said something about discipline, something about girls of Cindy's type needing all the help they could get from corporal punishment. And then came another blow, this time nearly touching her asshole Cindy yelped once more, thinking of how Max's fingers had strayed dangerously close to her shitter and how one had even entered it. That was exciting, pleasant compared to this!

"You must learn to obey me at the slightest suggestion," Alicia went on, her voice thickening.

"Oh, God?"

"No, no God here," she corrected, raising the crop once more and bringing it down severely across Cindy's right thigh.

"Yoowowwwwww!"

Her cunt spasmed at the biting touch of the crap. Flashes of heat raced into her pussy, tingling against her clit as another and third leather blow smacked against her thigh flesh. Alicia was closely watching the girl, her cat eyes narrowing even farther as Cindy bucked and jerked against the restraining pillory.

"Well, you certainly seem to adapt well to this," Alicia said, slowly drawing the leather crop along Cindy's chin, then down to her tits. The girl shivered as she felt the good doctor hefting her right tit up, then lightly smacking her reddening nipple with the tip of the crop. "We'll see bow well you'll do with this."

"Oh, please."

Dr. Endicott placed the riding crop carefully back on the wall hook, then turned and began removing her uniform. It was shocking and yet fascinating to watch this full-titted woman stripping before her. Cindy watched silently, her heart still pounding as the white smock slipped off her shoulders, revealing a well formed slim-thighed woman.

"I've always been fascinated by the trappings of authority, haven't you, my dear?" Alicia went on, folding her uniform neatly and placing it on a nearby wooden chair. She moved one hand back, her fingers gripping two small silver metal tit cups. She put them ow her hardening nipples, rubbing her high-riding tits, then sliding her fingers down to her cunt. Through the thick forest of blonde cunthairs, Cindy could see the doctor's pussylips reddening, swelling open, revealing the dark red rich meat juicing with excitement.

"Ohhhh…" Cindy moaned.

"There's so much to say about domination and submission, something you're going to learn about here at the Manor. Perhaps that will take your mind off alcohol, off the things that can destroy you."

"Oh, no, no…"

Under her tits, Alicia wound black leather bands around her ribs. It was an incredible show, one Cindy couldn't believe was taking place right in front of her eyes.

"And now, the finishing touch." Alicia said stepping back and pulling out a pair of long black boots, boots that came halfway up her thighs. Cindy watched as if hypnotized, her growing fear serving to make her weaker.

Standing before the young blonde, Alicia looked as if she could had killed the girl without thinking twice. "You probably have never recognized authority… or have rebelled against it."

"No, it's some mistake, it's…"

"Shut up!" Alicia barked, slapping the girl hard across the face, then backhanding her with her knuckles. The blows nearly knocked Cindy unconscious.

"Accepting the truth about yourself is the most important thing to learn here at the Manor. This," she said, indicating the cask nearby, "will help you come to that conclusion as well."

Cindy watched, still fascinated by all these goings-on. Alicia moved quickly, picking up a long black hose and attaching it to the brass faucet of the barrel. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose, making it look like an enema tube.

"I can't believe this!" Cindy gasped, again pulling at her arms, feeling the splinters of the wooden pillory tearing at her wrist flesh.

"It's happening, dear. And there's more to follow."

Next Alicia moved around and brought out a tall three-legged wooden stool, scraping it across the cracked concrete floor. It was about the same height as her asscheeks were sagging in the pillory. But what was particularly frightening about it was a large steel projection, about eight inches long, sticking up from the center of it. All around that thing were tiny metal spikes.

"Now, since you've chosen to destroy yourself by overindulgence in liquor, I'm going to give you an example of what can happen when things go too far. I'm sure you'll make the connection."

"No, oh, no!"

Cindy struggled violently, her body twisting and writhing as best it could in the confines of the pillory. Alicia slipped the stool near her, then went back to the rubber hose and took it, by the nozzle. Cindy watched with horror as Alicia moved around, then shoved the steely tip into her asshole.

"Owwwww! Owwwww! Oh, God, take it out! It hurts! It hurts!"

She bounced her ass up and down, her white fleshy thighs jiggling from the violence of her moves. But Alicia only shoved the nozzle in deeper until it nearly disappeared between her asshole lips.

"Oh, dear, it's a little painful, isn't it? But no matter. You'll become accustomed to it, especially after I take care of your other end."

Cindy felt her flesh crawling with terror as she watched the good doctor take down more black leather straps, then attach them around her waist. They slipped through her asscrack, securing the enema nozzle in place. Additionally, they cut through her cuntslit, rubbing the leather against the girl's clit. That touch, that subtle, rubbing touch did something Cindy didn't even want to think about. She was feeling that hot, tight itch again. But this time a man wasn't involved. There was no sex, at least, not the kind she was familiar with. There was only restraint, threats and pain.

Next came the stool. Alicia positioned it under the girl's bouncing ass, smacking her asscheeks hard until Cindy jerked them in the air. It was just what the doctor wanted.

"No, don't touch me with that horrid thing!" Cindy cried, staring wide-eyed at the long metallic dildo.

But Cindy could do nothing to protect herself. Alicia moved her hands forward, moving the straps to either side of the girl's pussy, exposing her hot, drooling cunt.

"SO, you demand to be let go, and yet your cunt's this hot?"

Alicia gripped Cindy hard by the shoulders, moving her trembling ass to one side, then positioning the girl's hot little pussy directly over the pointed, cold steel dildo. Cindy cinched her eyes shut, her teeth chattering as she felt that inanimate prick brushing against her superheated cuntlips. To think that only several hours ago she was a virgin, a young girl who had come to this place for supposed help. And now she was nothing more than a victim, a helpless teen in the hands of these animals. And apparently, the head mistress of this institution was in the same category. Again, Cindy fought against those strong hands, the fingers digging into her narrow shoulders.

"Don't fight me, Cindy," Alicia warned, her lips drawing thin over her teeth. There was a hellish gleam in her amber eyes. Cindy could smell the older woman's cunt creaming only inches away from her!

"No, don't!" the girl cried.

Alicia shoved down hard, striking Cindy in the ribs at the same time with her right knee.

"Ooooffff!"

Down went Cindy's ass, her cunt being skewered by that dreadful cold thing. Her spine stiffened, her head snapping back while her eyes fluttered open. She could feel her cunt walls shudder, then snap tightly around the unwelcome invader. All the squiggly folds and hollows of her moist dark-pink cuntflesh snugged up to that horrible thing as if it were a man's cock.

"Ohhhhh!"

"I see you're not a virgin," Alicia said, her head tilting to one side as she stared knowingly at the trembling girl.

"No… I…"

She nearly confessed to what had happened in that elevator car. But the warning face of Max reappeared in front of her. She shook her head, her long blonde hair splashing over her face.

"Well, that's not surprising," Alicia said with a sigh, dropping her hands from the girl's shoulders. "There aren't many pure girls around these days."

There was a sour note in the woman's voice as she moved around to the keg and bent down, her fingers playing about the spigot.

"Discipline, Cindy. That's what you must learn here. Discipline, and this will help you, in spite of what you may think now."

"Uhhhhhh."

What was happening? Something cold was coming out of the tube, filling her ass, splashing about in her bowels.

"This will clean you out, Cindy, clean out the poison you've ingested from all the alcohol you've drunk."

"No, no, you don't understand!" the blonde wailed frantically, staring wildly at the doctor. "I never drank anything. If only you'll test me… please," Cindy begged, her belly feeling as if it were about to burst from the continued swelling of her asshole.

Cindy began to cry, shaking the tears from her cheeks. Cindy was violated at both ends now, the cold-water enema filling up her ass, the dildo spreading her cunt walls wide. She felt the water sliding in, stretching her, making her puff out her cheeks and take in lungfuls of air while the dildo continued its steady upward progress.

"Noooo!"

Alicia watched for a moment, obviously pleased by the girl's discomfort. Cindy pulled back several times against the pillory, the splinters chafing her wrists. Finally she gave up in despair, letting her ass muscles relax. Slowly, she began sinking down, down to the base of that awful steel cock.

"Now, you'll service me," Alicia said, drawing a higher stool up in front of the girl.

Sitting before Cindy, Alicia spread her legs, the tops of her boots cutting slightly into her soft white thigh flesh. Cindy could tell the woman was highly aroused. Her dark red cunt flesh was slick, oozing with juice, almost throbbing with excitement. Cindy shook her head, trying to clear her confused, tormented mind.

Cindy could feel the steel dildo warming, heated by her hot, wet pussy. And she was starting to experience a kind of strange pleasure from having it inside her, stretching her itching cunt walls so delightfully. Again and again, the girl felt her cunt muscles stretching thin, tightening, relaxing, then tightening again against that cock.

"You seem to be enjoying this, Cindy. That's good," Alicia said, her eyes narrowing with pleasure once more. She slipped forward on the stool, bringing her cunt within tonguing distance of the blonde teen.

Cindy shook her head again, worried about those spikes she saw ringing the base of the steel cock. She tensed her body, the tension creating more pain in her thighs and upper arms. She tried not to slide down on the steel prick. Again and again, she clenched her pussy around that thing, jerking her body up, succeeding somewhat in stopping her downward movement.

"Do you like the smell, Cindy… the smell of my cunt?"

"No, no!"

"Liar! You lie here like you lied to your parents about the booze!" Alicia snapped, reaching forward and twisting the girl's hair around her fingers. With one forward, hard jerk, Alicia snapped Cindy's face into her hot cunt. The girl, shocked at the move, could only groan, wondering what horror was in store for her next.