Tortured daughter

CHAPTER NINE

Seconds ticked by maddeningly slowly. Cindy's fingers scraped against her thighs as she stood in the tiny stuffy box. Her elbows brushed against the wooden sides while she waited with an increasing fear that something awful was bout to happen. She could still feel her cunt throbbing from the fucking and sucking it had received only hours before. How she hated herself at times for doing things like that, for letting down her guard and surrendering to her darker side. Max had taken her from the room down the narrow corridor to yet another smaller room. Dr. Endicott was waiting there for her, a knowing smirk on her face. She nodded toward a tall mummy's case, which was standing on end. The door was opened, revealing the simple interior. Cindy was instructed to remove all her clothes, step inside, and face the door. It's like being buried alive, she thought to herself, stepping from her coarse woolen shift. But again, the trembling blonde teen eyed the various whips and riding crops hanging from the wall and did as she'd been instructed. Cindy knew better than to cross either Dr. Endicott or her assistants, especially when they were aroused.

Now she stood in this dark, nearly air-tight case, waiting for… for what? She was trapped there, standing straight, her shoulder blades pressed against the back, her stiff nippled tits barely rubbing against the locked front door. Again Cindy tried finding a position that would be a little more comfortable. The door pushed her ass against the back of the box.

"Oh, please, God, please let this be over soon," Cindy whispered, rolling her eyes heavenward while perking up her ears, hoping she could hear something, some sound, some indication that would let her know what they were doing outside.

More long minutes passed, and still no sound issued from the other side of the case door. She felt the icy fingers of fear gripping her heart. Perhaps this was the punishment, being locked up in here for hours, perhaps days! Panic seized her. She'd go hungry, go without water. And where would she shit? Where would she piss? Cindy groaned, imagining how she would soil herself, disgrace herself in front of Dr. Endicott and her attendants. And how they would point at her and laugh at her humiliation!

Something distracted the girl from her self-pitying daydreaming. It was a faint scraping sound. Air was coming in from some of the tiny holes surrounding her, admitting tiny pinpoints of light. In a second Cindy felt something that made her blood turn to ice. Something was coming in directly opposite her throat. Rolling her eyes down she could barely make out that it was a needle, a long, thick needle about to stab her in the windpipe! Cindy let out a gasp, snapping her head back so hard that it banged against the wooden case. She could hear muffled laughter from someone outside.

"No, don't!"

Nothing helped. In a moment that needle slipped in all the way, the tip pressing against her windpipe. Cindy held her breath, feeling that if she moved she'd die. Someone was twisting that needle against her flesh, drawing it back, then pressing it forward once more. Cindy coughed and the needle was withdrawn.

"Ohhhhh…" she sighed.

Another needle, and then another entered, both of them aimed at her tits. She whimpered, instinctively trying to draw her hands to her tits. But the needles slid in too quickly. They touched her before she could protect herself. Besides, it was impossible for her to move around, anyway!

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Cindy whimpered, tears blurring her eyes as she felt those horrid things touching her tit tips. The terrified girl gasped again as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness. She could feel them swelling, stiffening against the twisting needles. Oh, how Dr. Endicott knew how to excite her in spite of her terror! She sobbed, her knees shaking, then going out from under her. Cindy would have collapsed to the floor of the case if it hadn't been for the small size of the contraption. Instead her knees struck the front door while her back scraped against the splintery wood behind her. Helpless, trapped, the young teen could only stand there in the box and wait for Dr. Endicott to tire of this latest game.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.

The needles were actually advancing against her nipples. Max, or whoever was doing this, was stepping up the attack, twisting the needles, nearly puncturing her sensitive red flesh. Cindy shook her head from side to side, begging them to stop this horror. And yet once more she could feel her clit quivering, standing up from the surrounding wet red flesh and sputtering with delight. More needles and this time they were coming in around her belly and asshole. How many people were out there?

"Stop it, oh, God, don't do this to me!" There was more laughter! Those needles were pricking her flesh again and again, one of them nearly touching the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. Cindy cried out with surprise at each touch, her knees hammering against the wooden box. Two more needles slipped in, biting at her pussy and brushing up against her clit.

"Yaghghhghghg!" she wailed.

Cindy was going wild! She yammered madly, beating the sides of the case with her fists in a hammering rhythm while those horrid needles advanced. They kept digging and pinching at her flesh. When the razor-sharp point of one nearly pierced her cunt, the girl threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the box. Two more were inserted, touching her full, swollen outer pussylips.

A searing, dizzying pain-and-pleasure shock made her body shiver mightily. Cindy bawled, begging for the pain to stop, and yet secretly enjoying it to the hilt. She humped her belly and cunt forward, drawing them back when the pain of the needles became too great. A climax! Orgasm! Could she really be close to something like that from being shoved in this horrid box?

"Stop… oh, please!"

But her voice belied her rousing excitement. Cindy shook the hot tears from her eyes, wishing she were dead, wishing she could bring the ceiling down on all those horrible people at the Manor. Her shame nearly overwhelmed her as her cunt heated more and more from this onslaught.

"Noooooo!" Cindy cried.

She felt she had to be fucked again! Those needles were stimulating her, turning her back into the rutting animal that had wildly fucked Max and Jack earlier. She threw her body back and forth, wanting to feel cockmeat squeezing into her pussy. She thought about Max, about Jack, and went a little crazy.

Cindy sagged against the wooden barrier in front of her. The poor, excited girl was gasping, sobbing with frustration, with terror. Suddenly the wooden wall gave way, the door opening quickly. With a sharp cry the young teen pitched forward, so hot she thought she would burn up.

"Oh, thank you," she murmured, collapsing into Max's arms. Twisting her head around, she saw the needles sticking out from all around the sides of the box. What a time they must have had, listening to her screaming, listening to her beating the coffin frantically while they stuck more and more of those awful spikes in.

"You won't be thanking us for long," Dr. Endicott snapped, a cruel smile crossing her lips.

"Had enough, baby?"

"Why are you doing this to me? I've been good!" Cindy cried.

"Not good enough!"

Max was feeling her up, his hands crawling all over her white flesh, at times stroking her damp pussy. He knew. Oh, yes, he knew she was aroused, knew she wanted him! Turning her eyes up, she saw he wanted her, too. She could tell from the way he was rubbing up against her that he wished Dr. Endicott would go away. But there was nothing either of them could do until the good doctor was finished with her.

"Strap her to the ceiling," Alicia said, pointing to two hooks screwed into the high-beamed ceiling overhead.

"Yes, Dr. Endicott."

Max dragged Cindy across the room as the girl cried out, begging him silently not to do this to her. "She pays the bills," was the only thing he murmured, pulling down a long set of chains attached to a thick black iron crossbar. Cindy stared at the weird device, shivering as Max dragged a chair to the center of the room and hung the device from the overhead hooks.

"Over here!" Dr. Endicott shoved the girl forward until Cindy was directly under the suspended chains. "On your back!" Alicia snapped as Max was adjusting the bar, lowering it to fit her height.

Cindy did as she was told, still feeling the pricking sensations of those needles and how they nearly pierced her flesh!

"What are you going to do to me?" the girl whimpered, never appearing to tire of the question that always brought a smile to Alicia's lips.

"We're going to teach you the blessings of the cat. You know what the cat is?"

Cindy shook her head, cringing as the cold concrete floor bruised her back and shoulders. Max had taken one ankle and yanked it high in the air, bracing the heel of her foot against his broad chest while unraveling the thick chain lift. Alicia brought him two long pieces of leather, buckles on either end. It was apparent to the girl that these were cuffs, attached to the chains, and then in turn wrapped around her ankles.

"This is to make sure you'll stay in one place," Alicia explained calmly, unraveling the bun from her head and letting her silver hair fall naturally around her shoulders. Cindy shivered at that move. The doctor was becoming excited again. And that meant more pain for her! "I don't want Max and I to be chasing you, all over the Manor when we… er, give you your treatment for the day."

Max attached the other cuff, her legs now suspended high in the air over her head. The weight of her body pressed against her shoulder blades. More than ever, Cindy was aware of the cold hard floor under her.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

Max had in her an awkward position. And it became more and more uncomfortable for her as he raised the crossbar until the full weight of her body was balanced on her shoulders. Cindy cried out, her head twisting around, her shoulders aching from this hanging. Her ass clenched as her tits rolled up against her chin.

"Max, we can start."

The room was upside down from her position. But even with her world rearranged, she could see that Dr. Endicott was getting into the swing of things. Alicia was slipping off her robes, removing her white gown quickly from her shoulders, then laying it nearby across a chair. Max watched closely, his eyes glistening with arousal as Alicia next slipped off her bra, taking those silver metal cups and pressing them tightly ova her stiffened nipples. Next came the boots, the leather straps, the harness. In moments she was in her mistress outfit, one finger pressed against her lips thoughtfully as she studied the various instruments hanging from the cold concrete wall.

"These will do," she said, choosing two riding crops and handing one to Max. "I'll begin," Alicia said airily, stepping in front of the girl. "Then you can follow… when I give the signal."

"Oh, no, no, please…"

"Shut up!" Alicia barked, tapping one hand of the crop against her chin. "Now," she began, more calmly, "what about this nonsense?"

"Nonsense?" Cindy asked, fighting down the sobs and wondering what on earth Dr. Endicott was talking about.

"The nonsense about you not being an alcoholic," Alicia said impatiently, tapping the crop more rhythmically against her chin.

"I…" Cindy hesitated. Of course she wasn't any drunkard. The whole affair had been a terrible mistake. But another denial would mean more beatings.

"You're hesitating. You've changed your story then?"

"I…"

Alicia let out a curse, drawing her hand back and letting it snap forward. The riding crop lashed across the girl's belly. A resulting searing pain took Cindy's breath away. She screamed, her body jerking violently to the right, the move making the chains clank madly above her.

"Yagghghhhhh!"

"Lying little shit! I know what you were about to say!" Alicia cried.

"No you don't! No you don't! Oh, God, I'll say anything, do anything if you just let me go!"

Alicia smiled at this confession of weakness, walking around the suspended girl, rubbing the cold leather against the backs of Cindy's legs and chuckling madly as the girl shivered at the touch. Cindy could imagine more stinging blows of the horrid instrument against her flesh. Anything she said would trigger that beating. The girl knew it! Alicia was only looking for an excuse, a reason for lashing again and again against her helpless body.

"I'll ask you again," Alicia said, ignoring Cindy's pleas. "You were constantly drunk when, finally, your mother caught you and your friend… correct?"

Answer, Cindy thought. Answer anything. Just make sure she doesn't hit you.

"Y-yes!"

"Liar!"

Again, the crop hissed through the air, this time slashing across her cheekbone. The force of the blow snapped her head to the left. Cindy choked on the scream, hot tears rushing down her cheeks. What did Alicia want her to say? Oh, if only she could read the woman's mind!

"Now, we'll try again. Do you really believe you're an alcoholic… like your dear friend, Judy?"

"No!"

"Well, we're making some progress," Alicia said, halting a third blow for the moment. "I never thought you were. I always felt your stupid parents were foolish for having thought so." Alicia silenced Cindy with a warning finger. "But you're here. You have no booze problem, but you're still under my… uh, care!"

Cindy could have howled in rage! It was all a joke, a terrible, horrible joke! And there was nothing she could do about it. She was trapped here, trapped in this institution under the will of this mad woman.

"Oh, God, how I hate you!" she spat out, the feelings which had been bottled up inside her now rushing out, one tumbling over the other.

"Good, that's what I expected!"

"You're torturing me for no good reason! Oh, God!" Cindy screamed, beating her fists against the floor and wishing she could strangle them all!

"You're coming around, dear," Alicia said, bringing the crop to within swinging distance again. "That's good. You're not that limp spined little twit who walked in here before. That's good!"

Alicia paused for a second, then brought the crop down again. Cindy screamed the walls down as the slicing pain across her left nipple sent shards of painful shock racing through her body.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Cindy ground her teeth. How she hated Alicia now, hated Max, hated them all for doing this to her. Another hard blow, this one striking across the top of her foot. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted pain, feeling herself losing control.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Cindy? What do you think about having to endure all this for nothing? For nothing!"

Alicia screamed more loudly enjoying the girl's growing horror.

"No! No!" Cindy screamed back, cinching her eyes shut while trying to force the words from her mind. If she thought about it, she'd go mad. Cindy felt her body sinking down in the cuffs, her legs relaxing.

"Bitch!"

Alicia slashed the end of the crop across Cindy's face. The girl screamed again, brought back to life by pain. She jerked her arms up, covering her face protectively with her hands while twisting on the restraining chains. How that crossbar rattled and swung with her moves.

Alicia peered down at her, her eyes narrowing, her pussy creaming with excitement. She dropped the crop to the girl's cunt, rubbing the handled end up and down against her pussy while watching Cindy shivering under her steady gaze.

"I should make you eat my cunt now," she began, sliding the crop against the blonde's cunt for the moment and letting out a hissing sigh. "But I've got other plans for you first. I'm going to let you go from the Manor. But you're going to learn something from having stayed here, even if it has nothing to do with liquor."

"What?"

Alicia brought down the crop again and again, at times lashing across the tops of the girl's restrained legs, at others slashing the instrument over her tits and face. Cindy was going mad with agony, her hands trying to cover her tortured body all at once. Then Alicia reached down and grabbed at the teen's cunt, twisting the hairs, tearing them from her pussymound.

"Yaghghghhhhh!" the girl screamed.

It was as if someone had set fire to her pussy. The pulling, tearing sensation blasted through the girl like a knife up her guts. Cindy raised her torso from the floor, then her spine slammed once more against the cold concrete.

There were more lashes, more beatings. It was Max's turn now, the big man stepping up to her and lashing her asscheeks savagely. Alicia smiled approvingly as the big attendant beat the girl's asscheeks into a ruby red. The crop yanked her asshole out of shape with a hard blow, the contact sending hot flashes into her belly. And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped.