CHAPTER NINE
Seconds ticked by maddeningly slowly. Cindy's fingers scraped against her thighs as she stood in the tiny stuffy box. Her elbows brushed against the wooden sides while she waited with an increasing fear that something awful was bout to happen. She could still feel her cunt throbbing from the fucking and sucking it had received only hours before. How she hated herself at times for doing things like that, for letting down her guard and surrendering to her darker side. Max had taken her from the room down the narrow corridor to yet another smaller room. Dr. Endicott was waiting there for her, a knowing smirk on her face. She nodded toward a tall mummy's case, which was standing on end. The door was opened, revealing the simple interior. Cindy was instructed to remove all her clothes, step inside, and face the door. It's like being buried alive, she thought to herself, stepping from her coarse woolen shift. But again, the trembling blonde teen eyed the various whips and riding crops hanging from the wall and did as she'd been instructed. Cindy knew better than to cross either Dr. Endicott or her assistants, especially when they were aroused.
Now she stood in this dark, nearly air-tight case, waiting for… for what? She was trapped there, standing straight, her shoulder blades pressed against the back, her stiff nippled tits barely rubbing against the locked front door. Again Cindy tried finding a position that would be a little more comfortable. The door pushed her ass against the back of the box.
"Oh, please, God, please let this be over soon," Cindy whispered, rolling her eyes heavenward while perking up her ears, hoping she could hear something, some sound, some indication that would let her know what they were doing outside.
More long minutes passed, and still no sound issued from the other side of the case door. She felt the icy fingers of fear gripping her heart. Perhaps this was the punishment, being locked up in here for hours, perhaps days! Panic seized her. She'd go hungry, go without water. And where would she shit? Where would she piss? Cindy groaned, imagining how she would soil herself, disgrace herself in front of Dr. Endicott and her attendants. And how they would point at her and laugh at her humiliation!
Something distracted the girl from her self-pitying daydreaming. It was a faint scraping sound. Air was coming in from some of the tiny holes surrounding her, admitting tiny pinpoints of light. In a second Cindy felt something that made her blood turn to ice. Something was coming in directly opposite her throat. Rolling her eyes down she could barely make out that it was a needle, a long, thick needle about to stab her in the windpipe! Cindy let out a gasp, snapping her head back so hard that it banged against the wooden case. She could hear muffled laughter from someone outside.
"No, don't!"
Nothing helped. In a moment that needle slipped in all the way, the tip pressing against her windpipe. Cindy held her breath, feeling that if she moved she'd die. Someone was twisting that needle against her flesh, drawing it back, then pressing it forward once more. Cindy coughed and the needle was withdrawn.
"Ohhhhh…" she sighed.
Another needle, and then another entered, both of them aimed at her tits. She whimpered, instinctively trying to draw her hands to her tits. But the needles slid in too quickly. They touched her before she could protect herself. Besides, it was impossible for her to move around, anyway!
"Oh, no, no, no!"
Cindy whimpered, tears blurring her eyes as she felt those horrid things touching her tit tips. The terrified girl gasped again as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness. She could feel them swelling, stiffening against the twisting needles. Oh, how Dr. Endicott knew how to excite her in spite of her terror! She sobbed, her knees shaking, then going out from under her. Cindy would have collapsed to the floor of the case if it hadn't been for the small size of the contraption. Instead her knees struck the front door while her back scraped against the splintery wood behind her. Helpless, trapped, the young teen could only stand there in the box and wait for Dr. Endicott to tire of this latest game.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
The needles were actually advancing against her nipples. Max, or whoever was doing this, was stepping up the attack, twisting the needles, nearly puncturing her sensitive red flesh. Cindy shook her head from side to side, begging them to stop this horror. And yet once more she could feel her clit quivering, standing up from the surrounding wet red flesh and sputtering with delight. More needles and this time they were coming in around her belly and asshole. How many people were out there?
"Stop it, oh, God, don't do this to me!" There was more laughter! Those needles were pricking her flesh again and again, one of them nearly touching the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. Cindy cried out with surprise at each touch, her knees hammering against the wooden box. Two more needles slipped in, biting at her pussy and brushing up against her clit.
"Yaghghhghghg!" she wailed.
Cindy was going wild! She yammered madly, beating the sides of the case with her fists in a hammering rhythm while those horrid needles advanced. They kept digging and pinching at her flesh. When the razor-sharp point of one nearly pierced her cunt, the girl threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the box. Two more were inserted, touching her full, swollen outer pussylips.
A searing, dizzying pain-and-pleasure shock made her body shiver mightily. Cindy bawled, begging for the pain to stop, and yet secretly enjoying it to the hilt. She humped her belly and cunt forward, drawing them back when the pain of the needles became too great. A climax! Orgasm! Could she really be close to something like that from being shoved in this horrid box?
"Stop… oh, please!"
But her voice belied her rousing excitement. Cindy shook the hot tears from her eyes, wishing she were dead, wishing she could bring the ceiling down on all those horrible people at the Manor. Her shame nearly overwhelmed her as her cunt heated more and more from this onslaught.
"Noooooo!" Cindy cried.
She felt she had to be fucked again! Those needles were stimulating her, turning her back into the rutting animal that had wildly fucked Max and Jack earlier. She threw her body back and forth, wanting to feel cockmeat squeezing into her pussy. She thought about Max, about Jack, and went a little crazy.
Cindy sagged against the wooden barrier in front of her. The poor, excited girl was gasping, sobbing with frustration, with terror. Suddenly the wooden wall gave way, the door opening quickly. With a sharp cry the young teen pitched forward, so hot she thought she would burn up.
"Oh, thank you," she murmured, collapsing into Max's arms. Twisting her head around, she saw the needles sticking out from all around the sides of the box. What a time they must have had, listening to her screaming, listening to her beating the coffin frantically while they stuck more and more of those awful spikes in.
"You won't be thanking us for long," Dr. Endicott snapped, a cruel smile crossing her lips.
"Had enough, baby?"
"Why are you doing this to me? I've been good!" Cindy cried.
"Not good enough!"
Max was feeling her up, his hands crawling all over her white flesh, at times stroking her damp pussy. He knew. Oh, yes, he knew she was aroused, knew she wanted him! Turning her eyes up, she saw he wanted her, too. She could tell from the way he was rubbing up against her that he wished Dr. Endicott would go away. But there was nothing either of them could do until the good doctor was finished with her.
"Strap her to the ceiling," Alicia said, pointing to two hooks screwed into the high-beamed ceiling overhead.
"Yes, Dr. Endicott."
Max dragged Cindy across the room as the girl cried out, begging him silently not to do this to her. "She pays the bills," was the only thing he murmured, pulling down a long set of chains attached to a thick black iron crossbar. Cindy stared at the weird device, shivering as Max dragged a chair to the center of the room and hung the device from the overhead hooks.