"Mghghghghghhgh… eaagbghghhghh!" The brunette's body was bowed outward, her spine nearly snapping from the position while the cords stood out from her throat. Judy's eyes bulged while her nostrils flared widely open. It was grotesque, and yet oddly beautiful seeing the young teenager shaking and bending that odd way.
"Oh, dear, I think Judy's going to give you more voltage as well," Alicia said, smiling as the brunette's fingers trembled over the dial.
Cindy felt as if she were struck by a fallen tree. Her tits, belly, cunt and asshole were ripped to pieces by flames of torment and pleasure. Her bones ached, rattling against one another. Her screams intensified behind the rubber wedge, then another increase, another series of shrieks! Cindy thought she was going to die. Surely a human being couldn't take this much torment!
"Eaghghghhghghhhh!" Cindy screamed.
The girl's lips were turning purple, her eyes widening while spittle frothed out around the corners of her mouth. Cindy wished she could have fainted. But something kept her conscious.
"More, Judy. I'm sure your friend can take more," Alicia goaded.
The pain was overwhelming now. Cindy felt rage at her friend, and she twisted her dial all the way. She heard Judy shrieking the walls down. Through her bleary eyes, she saw her friend snapping from side to side, her body jerked by all that voltage. Yes, it was Judy who had landed her here. It was Judy who was responsible for all her pain. It was Judy who should pay for all this agony.
"Nooooooo!" Cindy screamed.
Judy, too, had twisted her dial all the way before passing out in the chair. The girl now bounced and jerked like a shaken lifeless puppet. How Cindy envied her. But something kept her awake, enduring this horror. It was her climax. Yes, it was her own sexuality that was doing this to her. She could hear her head exploding, or so it seemed, while her cunt shattered into a maddening orgasm. She shuddered and jerked against the chair, wishing for one mad instant that Max and Alicia would increase the voltage.
"That's enough."
With Alicia's simple command, the electricity was turned off. Cindy sank back onto the chair, feeling her body relax into a warming glow. She had endured so much this day! Her mind was awhirl at the thought of what she had undergone and survived. Max came up to her, his trousers peaked in front. It was an obvious indication of his arousal. No, she couldn't stand another fucking. She would die, surely collapse and die if someone were to fuck her now!
"Let her rest, Max," Alicia said, gesturing to the girl's clothes on the chair. "She's had enough today. There'll be other days to enjoy her. One treatment per day is enough."
Max grunted in assent, loosening the straps after having taken off the pincers. Cindy stood up shakily, bracing herself against the chair for a moment. She took her clothes, dressed as quickly as she could, then walked in front of the guard back to her room. Never in her life was she more happy to see a bed! For an instant she thought Max would push his way into her chamber and fuck her in spite of the warning hurled by Alicia. But apparently Dr. Endicott ruled with a firm, iron hand. Max could play with the patients, but only on approval from the mad doctor.
"Oh, oh, what have I done? Oh, my God, what am I going to do?"
Throwing herself over the bed, Cindy gave herself over to a torrent of feelings, pounding her clenched fists against the pillow. She had allowed herself to be violated again and again. She had even enjoyed this perverted torture, wallowing in the filth and loving every second of it. Nothing, nothing in her life had prepared her for something like this. Her mother had never indicated there were people like this, men and women who enjoyed inflicting pain on others for sexual enjoyment. She doubted that her parents even suspected this kind of fact. And yet there she was, face to face with an entire institution of those kinds of animals. And her friend, Judy, had turned into one of them. She could see that in Judy's eyes!
Sobbing and crying out, Cindy fell slowly into a deep slumber. How long she had remained asleep, she didn't know. Her dreams were tormented by images of Max and his hard prick, of Alicia and her hot cunt, and all the while something very hard was piercing her own pussy. And there was Judy, sitting opposite her like a judge, her fingers playing around the dials, sending more voltage into her body and rocketing her to yet another crashing climax!
Twice the girl awoke, sitting bolt upright in her cell. It was dark. The hall was quiet. Cindy didn't even bother to get up and try to open the door. Alicia Endicott had assured her about the complete security of the Manor, and Cindy was certain something awful would happen to her if she tried to escape. Besides, they were nestled in the San Bernardino Mountains, far away from anything that might be called civilization. What would she do, where would she go, once she got out? Cindy lay back down on her bunk, thinking about the unjustness of it all, about how she was shunted off to this sexual insane asylum. Sighing, she fell asleep again, tormented once more by dreams of cocks and cruelty.
The next day was quite the opposite from the first. A nurse – at least, Cindy assumed she was a nurse – came in and took her blood pressure, drew a blood sample, then kindly told her she'd be expected in room 223 for a lecture on alcohol abuse. For a moment Cindy wanted to confide in the woman everything that had happened to her. Secrets, apparently, had no place here at the Manor. Dr. Endicott knew everything. Instead, she remained passive, vowing she would find some way to get out, some way to tell her parents about the wild goings-on at the Manor. That surely would bring them up here and get her out.
Once in the classroom, Cindy saw four other girls, all of them somewhat tearful and looking as if they wanted to talk. Judy was in the back, holding her upper arms hard with her fingers and staring straight ahead like a zombie. One of Dr. Endicott's less successful cases? Cindy shivered. Would she wind up that way? Dr. Endicott entered the room, dressed as she was earlier the other day, wearing a pressed starched white smock, her hair tied up closely in a bun, a pair of black-rimmed glasses resting easily on her nose. She smiled breezily, then began her lecture on alcoholism. It was all so matter-of-fact, as if the sexual torment that had gone on the other day simply was a myth. Twice Cindy had to pinch herself, wondering indeed if she had endured the rape and Alicia's brutal treatment. The marks on her arms and wrists told her she had. The soreness still surrounding her violated little cunt was a constant reminder of Max's brutality.
The remainder of the day was spent in varying kinds of therapy and other classes, all of them increasingly boring to Cindy. She had no booze problem. Her parents had overreacted, shoving her in here. None of this meant a thing to her. And yet she played the game, looking constantly for a phone, something that would give her contact with the outside world.
Just before four o'clock Max came up to her, and he leaned against the chair. He was rubbing his crotch against the wood, right there in front of the other girls. They looked the other way, one of them biting her lip. Judy was just sitting there, staring out of one of the barred windows. Soft music drifted in from the overhead speakers. It was all so grotesque.
"Dr. Endicott wants to see you," Max said, bending, down and speaking softly in the blonde's ear.
Cindy shuddered. Not again. Dear God, not again, not another of Dr. Endicott's "treatments". She thought about resisting, thought again, then rose, smoothing down her skirt and staring up at Max. There would be another detour, she was sure of that, before she would reach Alicia's office.