Lisa's face whitened again, her lips working against one another as her brain fried from horror and agony. She felt the tiny tingly muscles around the top of her pussy knotting up and cramping, but her clit was actually growing stiff from the hot, stinging blows torturing her belly and thighs.
Anna saw that. Anna saw everything. Her eyes lit up like glowing coals. Bringing the whip down once more, Anna purposely let the knotted tips of the thongs chew into the girl's upper thigh flesh. Lisa yowled like a cat, her body jerking back and forth as the chain overhead rattled and groaned from the force, of her twitching body.
Lisa didn't know what to think as she hung there, stretched to the ripping point. Her eyes widened as she felt the glowing between her thighs reach up into her cunt, making her virginal pussy walls hot and swampy, while her clit throbbed in time with her wounds.
Anna brought the crop down again and again, the dry smacking sounds of leather against flesh echoing in the room.
The room was growing smaller and darker, Lisa thought, looking around as she felt her cunt tightening like a tiny fist. The constant blows were working her up to climax, making her pant heavily as she threw back her head and screamed. Suddenly she felt her pussy throbbing, aching and pounding, while everything around her went black. The room grew silent as Lisa fainted, and the last thing she remembered was the incredible force of her climax against the burning sensation of the leather whip.
CHAPTER TWO
As Lisa's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light fixtures. Someone carried her upward. The echoing walls of the stairwell amplified the breathing of the men who held her. She was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket that scratched her nipples and cunt. She had no idea where in the building she was, or even if she were in the same building. Her muscles ached from all the stretching. Thank goodness, she thought to herself, that she wouldn't be hanging from the ceiling again. At least she didn't hurt any longer. Her head felt hard and numb and twisted inside.
Then one of the men shifted his grip on her body and opened a door. Men! Men at a girls' institution! Curious, Lisa wanted to look around her and see where she was, who these men were. But instead she lay limply in her blanket, sensing they were carrying her down another hall. Perhaps they were taking her to the head matron, where she would learn all the rules.
"Yes, what is it?" a muffled woman's voice asked.
"The girl who just came in. Lisa."
More footsteps. A door opening.
"Yes, yes, of course. Bring her in."
The men half-carried, half-dragged Lisa into the room. She heard them say something to the woman who then turned and lowered the shades. It grew very dark-nearly as dark as the grave, Lisa thought grimly as she heard them moving furniture all about. She felt herself being lifted, then set down onto a hard surface. Still keeping her eyes closed, she let herself dangle onto it, lying with her arms half off the sides. She breathed slow and easy, hiding the flutter of terror in her belly.
This could be the chance she needed, the girl thought, the chance for escape! She would tell her mother and father, show them the marks. Surely those would wake up her parents and indicate what kind of hell-hole this place was!
"Secure her, just like the others," the woman said dully.
Lisa peered to the right from under one slitted eyelid. She could see book shelves lining a wall, all very medical-looking volumes. A window to the left had been heavily shaded for her benefit, Lisa thought. Lisa tried hard to think of the date. How long had she been out? She felt a ravenous hunger start to gnaw at her stomach.
"Well, we have a new arrival," she heard the woman whisper as the men left the room, closing the door behind them. "I wonder if you'll be more cooperative than the others."
Lisa put every ounce of her being into staying still, breathing slowly while watching as best she could what was happening. The head matron was walking around her. Her voice came from one side, then the other.
Lisa tried to roll when the woman pulled the coarse blanket from under her. She felt hands pulling and tugging at her. Lisa cringed at the clammy touch. But the matron didn't appear to notice. This had to be a special table, Lisa thought grimly as she felt the woman putting her hands together above her head, then shackle them to something hard and cold.
Lisa winced again, the cuffs burning into the spots where the leather thongs had cut. For a moment the girl wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied. The cold table under her rolled toward one of the walls she hadn't been able to see. The matron was breathing a little more heavily now. And then Lisa felt the table tipping. Her head rose. The pivot was apparently near the small of her back. She let her eyelids open a whisker's width. She was facing a narrow wall, blank except for a small picture depicting some country scene. The table reached vertical.
Lisa let out a gasp, the muscles still sore from the horror earlier. She stayed calm until she realized her feet didn't reach the floor. She would hang there from her wrists, just as she had hung from them in the other room.
"Unghhh-uhhhhh!"
Something smashed into her belly. Lisa doubled up, her knees jerking to her tits. The matron had taken a small club and swung it into her tummy, knocking the wind from the teen.
Lisa gagged, the dull pain seemimg to wrench her guts inside-out. Her eyes opened wide.
"Good. I knew you were awake from the moment the guards brought you in. My name is Elena. Elena DuPoint. I'm the head matron here. Undoubtedly, Anna, your floor matron, has shown you some of the things that can happen to a girl here should she – well, cross me or one of the guards."
Lisa nodded her head up and down, biting down on her pouty lower lip. If she played by all the rules, perhaps she would be let free of this contraption.
"Good. See, we're making progress already," Elena said, sitting on the edge of her desk and folding her long fingers together over one knee.
Lisa could see the woman was very tall and attractive, her dark-brown hair pulled back severely from her face in much the same style Anna wore.
Elena wore a long white doctor's gown, tied tight around her waist. Leaning to one side, she tapped one long red fingernail lightly against the polished top of her oak desk. She was studying Lisa, narrowing her eyes while her thin red lips curled into a smile.
"Please, Miss DuPoint, when will you let me go?"
Elena's smile broadened as she tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes even more.
"That, my dear child, depends on you. We have various rules here, rules you'll learn soon. Perhaps we should start now, no?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" Lisa gasped, the pain getting worse in her shoulders.
"Good. Then we'll start with these."
Lisa's eyes widened. Elena was holding what appeared to be tiny clamps. It was then the girl realized just how naked and vulnerable she was.
Squirming her ass against the smooth polished surface of the table, Lisa felt the metal cuffs chewing into her wrist flesh. She watched Elena, watched those slender fingers squeeze one of the clamps open to reveal a double set of tiny copper teeth. Lisa trembled, her forehead creasing while tiny dots of cold sweat beaded on her face. The matron lowered one hand, brushing the tip of the clamp against the girl's right nipple, then let the teeth bite into the little bud.
"Ah! Haghhhhh!"
Lisa arched her spine, pressing her shoulders against the table while curling and uncurling her tiny fingers. She could feel the tiny teeth sinking into the short pink stub of her nipple, creasing the sensitive flesh, making her feel the throbbing, itchy sensation that began to make the nub swell. She bit down harder on her lower lip, until she could taste her own blood while the head matron walked to the other side of the table, caressing the teen's cheek with one hand.