Lena couldn't help getting nervous again as they did that. It was almost as if she were being prepared for some kind of ritual. Her fear grew even more as they made her put some perfume on, rubbing it into her wrists and ankles and then spraying the whole of her body with a fine mist that sent her head reeling again.
They stood her up and made her parade for them, trying to decide on what she would wear. Lena cringed at the impersonal way they discussed her strong and weak points. Her legs were real good, they said, but her tits needed pushing up. She looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed at the way the red marks of her beating had been taken out by the swirling water of the tub. Her flesh looked flushed rather than whipped.
"Okay," said Fiona, "we'll go with that. Come on, bitch!"
To Lena's renewed horror they dragged her out stark naked and made her walk along the endless corridor and up another flight of stairs. Several people passed. A girl in a white uniform, cut as high and tight as the ones Fiona and Nancy were wearing, carried a tray into a room and closed the door without looking at Lena. But she was not so lucky with the next people. Two men, escorting five women prisoners, came on them as they walked round a corner.
The women hooted at Lena, cat-calling, telling her it only got worse. The guards snarled and slapped several of the girls with their whips to shut them up. But the women went on and Lena flushed with embarrassment.
Nancy and Fiona took her into a dressing room. There they made her put on a pair of black, fishnet stockings held up by frilly suspenders. A silky G-string panty went on over that. Then Fiona handed Lena a black leather dress. Lena struggled into the tight garment that stretched around her soft body. It pushed her tits up and left the top half of them exposed, while the hem of the dress came to the tops of her stockings. Finally they made her step into a pair of high, sling black shoes and pulled the zip on the front of the dress up until it pushed her tits together tightly and created a deep line of cleavage.
"Yeah!" said Nancy. "I reckon he'll like that."
Lena felt tears welling in her eyes again but she fought them back.
They led her out of the dressing room, her fear rolling through her as she followed them, unresisting, along another corridor. They went down some wide steps and through another pair of doors and Lena gasped at the terrible sight.
It was a massive room, laid out with tables and benches and instruments that Lena could now guess the use of. She was pushed forward and came face to face with Rod as he lounged in a chair, watching as another girl was led toward him.
"Not bad," he said casually as he looked Lena up and down. "Put her in a chair where she can see everything and I'll get to her later. And get a chain round her neck."
"Oh yes, Sir, yes, sorry," said Nancy. "We forgot."
"Too busy having a good time," said Rod curtly. "But we can deal with that later."
"Yes, Sir, yes," said the girls and pulled Lena back.
Lena then found herself strapped down in a leather chair, her arms lashed to the arms, her ankles and knees strapped to the legs, and her body lashed to the back. Then Nancy put a studded collar round her neck and attached a long chain to it, letting it fall between her open legs. Finally, as Lena vainly struggled, Fiona stuffed a gag in her mouth and tied it with a long strip of cloth.
They hooked at the bound girl and she stared at them as they went back to Rod. He nodded at Lena, then sent the two girls off. They scuttled through the doors quickly and after that Rod ignored Lena completely.
Instead, all the attention in the room was focused on the girl who now stood in front of Rod. He ran his hand slowly up her thighs, lifting the short white skirt as he did so. The girl trembled and stared above his head, her heaving tits a sign of her fear.
Behind her were two more girls, dressed in the blue of grade four, and with them three male guards. The men were dressed in white shirts and tight black pants and all of them had bulges in their pants. They watched as Rod ran his hand inside the girl's panties and fondled her pussy.
"Now you were a very bad girl, weren't you, Debby?" he asked, softly.
"Y-yes, Sir," Debby gasped, opening her legs further as Rod pushed her thighs. Her luscious black hair rolled over his shoulders as her whole body trembled.
"I've spoken to you about that before," said Rod, his fingers rolling her clit between them. "And you never listen, you never learn that orders are to be obeyed. Do you?"
"N-no, Sir," Debby gasped and her body rocked as Rod ran a finger up into her cunt.
"Well, tonight we shall have to impress that on you again, won't we?" Rod looked up at her and Debby shook and her mouth opened, the full lips revealing the white of her front teeth.
"Yes, Sir, yes," Debby gasped while her tits heaved.
"Take the dress off," said Rod and leaned back in his chair to watch.
Debby slowly walked to a small podium near the center of the room and stood up on it. Slowly she reached her hand up in its white, lacy glove, and undid the top button of her white dress. The men around her stared as she undid the next button, and the next, to reveal the top of a tiny slip, also white. Lena could see the heaving of the girl's chest as she reached for the next button and the next, until the dress was open to her waist, and she began to slip it off her shoulders. Slowly her luscious tits were revealed, only just concealed in the flimsy top of the slip.
The dress slid down her arms and inch, by inch, showing her slim waist and then the swelling ass cheeks, just covered still by the slip. The dress dropped farther until Debby's legs were visible in their white stockings and the whiteheeled shoes. She stepped out of the dress and left it on the podium.
"Now the slip," said Rod.
Debby gasped and raised her hands to the shoulder straps, sliding them off and letting the silky material fall to the floor. She was now almost fully exposed. Her dark hair fell around her face and her soft tits jutted out for all to feast their eyes on. All she had left to protect her were a tiny pair of white panties that showed the dark triangle of her pussyhair to perfection, and her stockings and shoes.
"What hole you want, Bill?" asked Rod.
"Shit, I want that mouth," said Bill as he stepped forward.
Bill was a massive man with dark, curly hair. He looked like a body-builder and the bulge in his pants was as big as the rest of him.
"Okay, put her over the bench," said Rod, getting lazily to his feet.
Debby didn't protest as the men picked her up and threw her across the waist-high bench. She sobbed a bit as they took her legs and bent them back over her head. The two girls in blue uniforms took them then and forced them down until Debby was bent in two, her ankles almost level with her face, her thighs spread wide and her ass, in the white panties, thrown high in the air.
Rod took a leather, nine-tailed whip from the wall and walked over to the trembling girl as she lay on her back, looking up at him. But she couldn't look for long. Bill stood at her head and unzipped his pants. Out sprang his massive cock and Lena trembled at the thought that one day she might be forced to suck such a monster. Jerry's and Sonny's cocks had been big but Bill's cock was a foot long if it was an inch, so thick Lena was sure she couldn't get her fingers round it. She shuddered and wriggled in the chair, trying to loosen some of the ropes.
Then, with the men standing round to watch and the girls holding Debby's ankles wide apart, Bill slid his cock between her soft, red lips. Debby moaned and her body heaved on the table as Bill rammed himself deep into her mouth.