"Oh, my God!" Cindy gasped, seeing the writing on the wall. Regina Fairfield wasn't so stupid after all!
Cindy couldn't give up though. "Look at the gates!" she cried desperately. "They're all locked!"
"Well of course," her father said as if she had brought up a pretty dumb subject.
"But the fences are electric!" Cindy screeched.
"Yes, we know. Mrs. Fairfield…" Cindy was on her feet, her tits heaving and face flushed. "What kind of parents are you?" she yelled. "Are you gonna believe me, or her? How can you sit there like that when your own daughter is telling you she's being tortured?"
"That will be all, Cindy," a voice said from behind her.
Cindy whirled and faced Regina Fairfield. Two matrons took her arms and quietly led her away. They half-dragged her, smiles on their pretty faces so that on looking parents, such as Cindy's, would see that the unruliest of girls still got tender loving care.
Cindy hollered and screamed all the way, calling over her shoulder to her mother and father. But soon her voice died behind huge, locked doors. Regina Fairfield turned to Mr. and Mrs. Farmer with a look of great compassion on her thin face.
"I'm terribly sorry about this," she said calmly. "But I did warn you."
"Yes," Mrs. Farmer said weakly, drying more tears.
Mrs. Fairfield went on. "I tried to tell you that it is best to wait until after the ninety-day program has a chance to take effect. A visit of this kind is usually traumatic. I really am sorry you insisted oncoming today. I certainly cannot refuse you that right, but it has been my long experience that girls like Cindy need a great deal of time and much love before they are ready for a visit."
Mr. Farmer felt it necessary to defend his presence here. "I think I agreed with your letter," he said. "But Mrs. Farmer wanted so much to see Cindy. I understand now that we should leave her totally in your care."
Regina Fairfield smiled. "Good. Then let us proceed with the ninety-day program. As I said in the beginning, I will inform you when you can visit Cindy. Trust me. I've transformed many girls here, Mr. and Mrs. Farmer, with outstanding results. Now if you cannot bear it, then I suggest you take Cindy home with you today."
"No, no," Mrs. Farmer said quickly. It gave her the shudders to recall her daughter's recent outburst. Girls, indeed!
"You have carte blanche," Mr. Farmer added. "Our original agreement stands. We place Cindy entirely in your capable hands. Please help her."
Mrs. Fairfield turned to her attendants and said, "See that Mr. and Mrs. Farmer are made comfortable before they leave. Get them some coffee. Whatever they want."
She walked away across the thick, rich grass. Doors opened before she got to them and she marched into the huge mansion. The doors closed and locked behind her.
She entered her office where three matrons stood around a chair. Cindy was in it, her shoulders slumped, her pretty face in her hands. She was weeping and shivering. She looked whipped.
Regina Fairfield stood in front of her and leaned her bony ass against the edge of the desk. She crossed her arms over her flat chest and said, "Now then."
Cindy raised her eyes to the woman's placid face. Cindy looked dumbfounded. "They didn't believe me," she said in a hoarse whisper.
"Did you expect them to believe wild stories like that?" Regina Fairfield said with a smile.
"They're true!" Cindy gasped.
"But unbelievable," the woman said calmly. She stuck a cigarette into her silver holder and lit it up. She gazed at the quivering girl and said, "Do you remember your first days here? You wondered why we didn't punish you with horny boys or raping men. Remember? And you were shocked when you found out that we use our girls."
"Yes," Cindy said weakly.
"Well, think about it. Whose parents would ever believe a girl was being tortured by girls? That's why I use them here for discipline reasons. No parent can believe such a thing especially from a wayward girl whose already been in a lot of trouble with her lies. You see, your parents are used to you lying to get your own way. I simply capitalize on that fact."
Cindy's eyes flashed. Her pink tongue slithered across her dry lips. She swallowed and said, "You're evil."
"Perhaps," Mrs. Fairfield said simply, "that's how you feel now. But you'll change your mind – if you're lucky."
"Lucky?"
"Yes, Cindy, lucky. If you will open your mind. If you will stop acting like a know-it-all. You're only a young girl. You don't know everything there is to know. You only think you do. You've been under the influence of the real evil, boys and girls like the Jetsons and the Jet-Savers. They're all radicals, you know. Misfits and rebels who think they can punish their parents, teachers and clergymen by behaving as raunchy as possible. That's, no way to fight the system."
Regina Fairfield might as well have said nothing. Cindy frowned deeply, not understanding the woman's meaning at all, she could only whimper helplessly, remembering that neither her mother nor her father believed her when she had tried to tell of her terrible plight here at Fairfield.
"You're really quite naive, Cindy," the woman said. She reached behind her and lifted a sheet of paper from heir desk, passing it to Cindy. "This is why your parents won't believe anything you say. All parents get this in the beginning."
Cindy took the paper into her trembling fingers and blinked her tear-filled eyes to read the print. The announcement explained everything to Cindy.
THE FAIRFIELD HOME FOR WAYWARD GIRLS
Dear Parents:
We fully understand your feelings about your daughter being placed in the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls and we sympathize. At this same time, however, we wish to assure you that all the love and care possible is being taken to help your little sin.
Fairfield has a 90-day program designed to help change your daughter's character defects. We suggest you place her entirely in our care for that trial period of time. Usually, a girl improves greatly in those ninety days, so please be patient. Remember that the alternative is Juvenile Hall or worse.
In the beginning your daughter will attempt every trick she knows to dissuade you from leaving her here. She will use devious tears and cunning arguments and even outright lies, just as she has been doing at home to deceive you all along. We strongly advise that you take what she says about Fairfield with a grain of salt.
It has been our experience that girls will use the electric fencing as evidence of their cruel imprisonment. We do not share with these young people the fact that the fences are electrified to keep out males, young and old, who would love to storm the walls for immoral purposes. The gates are kept locked for the same reasons. These children are entrusted to us, therefore we must take every measure to protect them from the seedy side of life they have already been tainted by.
Give us ninety days, dear parents, and let us help your little girl to become the kind of person you so desperately wish her to be. If after ninety days your daughter has not improved, we will be the first to admit defeat and advise other methods of correction.
Cordially,
Regina Fairfield
The paper slipped out of Cindy's hands. Tears streamed down her pretty face. Her body sagged in the chair. "You bitch," she sobbed.
Regina Fairfield laughed. "Take her downstairs," she said.
"Downstairs?" Cindy rasped as two matrons helped her to her feet. "You mean… No! Please! Not that again!"
"But you need it dear," Mrs. Fairfield said.
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy had to be disciplined. It was a part of Regina Fairfield's tried and true methods of dealing with incorrigible teenaged girls. The woman knew what she was doing even if Cindy – and dozens of parents – didn't.
Cindy was strapped to the now-familiar board, stretched out spread-eagled and stark naked. A signal from Regina Fairfield sent the matrons in. Cindy gasped to see the three girls. She struggled and whimpered as the heartless attendants walked to her defenseless tits and wide-open cunt. The girls got very excited at her ripe, jutting tits and started licking the hell out of her stinging, tingling nipples. Her pussy got very wet very fast and Cindy squirmed against the unwanted pleasure.