"This way, baby."
Cindy walked down the long corridor, wishing she could bolt but knowing only more pain would follow if she tried escaping so openly. They turned down one hall, past the elevator where she had been so brutally raped, then turned down another. They were, she guessed, in the same area where Dr. Endicott had had her the day before. Max grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her to one side so hard that she nearly lost her footing. No one was around, Max's ideal circumstance for fucking – dark, silent, alone.
"No, stop!" she cried, pushing her hands up to his chest and trying to shove him away.
"You gotta be kiddin'," Max said, knocking her hands away, then wrestling her against the wall behind her. Her shoulders hurt from the violent slamming contact. "You been fucked so Goddamned many times around here, and you think you can stop me from fuckin' you again? I told you I was gonna fuck you when I could. The time's now, baby!" Max's voice dropped and thickened. "And like Dr. Endicott says, you gotta learn discipline, learn to jump when she or me or anybody around here says jump!" Max's fingers gripped her shoulder tightly.
"Oh, God, no, no this can't be happening to me, it just can't," Cindy groaned, her shoulders aching from the tight grip.
"Sure is, baby, and it's just startin' up," Max said, his voice dropping yet another tone.
Cindy felt his hot breath pumping against her throat as he shoved his knees between hers, spreading them far apart. At the same time, Max dropped his hands to her thighs, gathering the coarse wool dress up in his fingers until the hem was well above her knees. Cindy could feel her ass becoming exposed. Panties were something unknown here at the Manor, according to Dr. Endicott. It was another of her rules, rules meant to humiliate, to degrade the patients.
"Stop it!"
But Max's hands knew no stopping. The girl felt them crawling like spiders around her thighs, inching toward her tight, firm asscheeks. She sucked in a ragged breath, holding it until she thought her lungs would burst. Max smelled strongly of stale beer and cigarettes as he dropped his face to hers, kissing her hard on the mouth.
Cindy felt his tongue trying to work its way into her mouth. She nearly vomited, hating that squirmy, wet thing! His hands ran over her plump young ass, his fingers pressing into her resilient [missing text]. Cindy tried straightening her arms, tried again to push the animal away from her. But Max only laughed at her efforts, slipping bis fingers over her asscheeks until his fingernails were scraping along their inner curves. When he shoved one forefinger into her asshole up to the second joint, Cindy rebelled, drawing back her teeth and biting down hard on his offending tongue.
"Yaghghghhh," he wailed.
Max drew back quickly, one hand cupped over his mouth. The young teen looked from left to right, desperately searching for a fast path of escape. But her biting had only temporarily stunned Max. He still blocked bet way out. Cindy crossed her arms over her tits, knowing she had only worked herself into a worse corner with that move.
"You bitch!" he hissed, drawing one hand away from his lips and checking his fingers for tongue blood. None. She had done nothing, nothing except worsen an already desperate situation. "You Goddamned little slut!" His face turned white with rage. Cindy watched as his fingers clenched and unclenched his body tensing as if he went about to pounce on her. She could already feel his hands breaking her in two.
"Oh, no, no, please, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, I…"
Max let out an unintelligible howl, spreading his legs far apart quickly for balance. Cindy watched wide-eyed as he jerked his right hand up high over his head, spreading his fingers, then bringing down that paw-like hand in a broad arc to her face. There was little time for her to duck, to move away from the inevitable blow. She had just a second to begin a scream. The hard crashing of his opened fist against her jaw cut it to a whimper.
"Yaghgh… ooohohhfffff!"
Cindy's head jerked violently from the force of the blow, her body half turning around as her knees buckled. She raised her arms, clawing at the wall to keep from falling to the floor. Another blow, this time directed at the back of her head, knocked her down. She fell heavily to her knees, fearing she had cracked several bones on the way down.
The blonde teen lay on the floor, one arm draped over her face while her legs remained crossed over one another. Max was breathing heavily, one hand still wiping across his lips. She felt him kicking her lightly in the ribs, driving the toe up into her asscrack, then working it back and forth until it began to chafe her shitter. She groaned, moving one hand back to knock that offending foot away.
It was what Max had been waiting for. He stepped on her hand, nearly breaking her fingers with the weight of his heel. Cindy shrieked, jerking around until she was lying on her back.
"No, stop it, no!" she screamed.
Max withdrew his foot, then shot it forward, the toe catching the girl hard in the ribs once more. Cindy let out a woosh of air, doubling over in pain as another kick bruised her thighs.
"No, stop!"
Tangles of her blonde hair clung wetly to her dampened checks as the blonde teen tried desperately to get to her feet, Max's kicks and shoves kept her on the floor. When she finally got to her knees, the attendant grabbed her by the hair, yanking up several strands, until Cindy's eyelids began to flutter in agony. She screamed, fearing he would snatch her bald.
"You're gonna listen to me, baby. And you try anything like that again, and I'm gonna burn out your pussy with a branding iron, savvy?"
Cindy nodded, feeling the hand leaving her hair.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They were in another room, different from the one in which she had experienced the water torture and had her friend, Judy, half electrocute her. There were the same devices banging from the wall, although the keg of water and stools were missing. Cindy looked around, wondering just how many of these discipline rooms there were at the Manor.
"Your little friend's kinda spaced out. Judy's her name, right?"
"Yes," Cindy said meekly, crossing her hands in front other.
"She'll be back to play with you later. But now, this is my time," Max said possessively.
Cindy raised her eyes and saw Max staring at her with that wolf-like glare in his eyes. She could see that the man loved playing with young girls like her and Judy.
"Lie down over there," Max said, pointing tor a spot somewhere behind her.
Turning around, Cindy saw a long wooden table. The top was composed of several thick lengths of board held together at either end by two large black bands of iron. Max was rubbing his crotch again, his cock clearly visible through his thin white uniform trousers. Yes, she could see why Judy had turned into a kind of zombie. There was less pain, less confusion and torment involved if you could block out everything around here.
"Move!" he barked.
Cindy turned and she walked to the table, which now reminded her more and more of a medieval rack.
"Off with the clothes."
Criss-crossing her arms, Cindy mechanically lifted her dress from her body the material catching her tits and hefting them sexily from her chest. Max smacked his lips as if he'd just sat down before a fantastic dinner. Cindy crawled onto the table, sliding her legs to the center, feeling her asscheeks pillow out under her. She sat up, folding her arms inward to block her nipples from view. The show of false modesty amused Max.
"I know what you look like. But I don't know what you taste like," Max said, wiping one filthy hand across his lips. "Dr. Endicott probably took care of that for me. But I wanna find out, myself."
Cindy watched him approach, her heart beating so hard that she was sure it would tear through her chest! Then Max was next to her, his callused fingers back on her thighs, his thumbs caressing her jutting hipbones. Eyeing her for a moment, Max tightened his grip on her thighs and dropped his head.