Paul Gable - Stripped and whipped

Suddenly, her right foot splashed into icy liquid. She jumped back with a squeal.

"Oh, did you find something?"

"Yes, yes. Keep talking. I'll bring some back."

The girl made nonsense noises, sobbing in between while Lisa put her hands into the pool and raised a handful of the liquid to her mouth. It tasted bad. But she couldn't be choosy. Her achievement lifted her spirits. She drank some, then drank more, the sloshing of the water making the girl in the dark wail more loudly. Lisa stopped, hearing the girl crawling across the floor.

"Please, oh please, give me some!" Lisa felt terribly selfish. Only here one day and she was acting nearly as cruelly as Elena and that dreadful Anna.

"Yes, yes, keep talking!"

The girl moaned softly, breaking off every now and then. Lisa moved toward the sound, stepping carefully. She almost dropped the water that hadn't already dripped from her hands. She nudged the girl with her foot. Kneeling slowly, she let out a deep breath. She could feel lips against her fingers, then a tongue lapping at the water in her hands.

"Oh no, not yet! Oh God, God, thank you!" the girl groaned, leaning heavily against Lisa. "My name's Kathy – Kathy Foster. My parents put me in here because they caught me with a guy. I've been here one week. They kept me locked up in the room all the time. That is, until today!"

Lisa put one comforting arm around the girl, hugging the naked teenager to her chest.

"Have they – you know, raped you?" Kathy asked.

Not yet, in any case. She didn't want to volunteer what else they had done to her. Thoughts of the electricity, of the horrible riding crop, of her multiple climaxes, and especially of Elena riding her mouth with her cunt flashed through her mind. They were unsettling images – images she would rather put to rest.

"You probably haven't been here that long. I managed to talk to one girl once while we were waiting for one of the matrons to fetch us from the shower room. She said they hurt you real bad here before they let you go. Did you hear that too?"

"No. I haven't met anybody here, other than you, of course," Lisa said, forcing down the memories of Anna and Elena.

Kathy sighed, tugging at her hair.

"I guess – well, you're lucky so far. I don't know how much more of this I can take. They say some of the girls go crazy here! I don't know."

Lisa sat, stunned. She thought of the two women, of Gus, and of the others who had to be nearby suffering and creating agony. Her flesh crawled again, and she wanted to find the door and beat on it. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door grating open.

It was Gus. "You! Come with me!"

Kathy squeezed Lisa's hand, shivering and shrinking back into the blackness of the room as the blonde stood up and shook the hair from her eyes.

"Wh-where are we going?"

Gus stood there quietly, his face silhouetted by the bright light behind him. There was no recourse. She couldn't run, couldn't hide. Mustering what courage she had, the teen walked forward, feeling the man's rough hand grip her right forearm and pull her into the bright light.

Lisa squinted her eyes, the light hurting her as Gus shoved her down the corridor. She stumbled, regaining her balance, trying to cover her cunt and tits. They walked for what seemed like miles, turning several corners, until Lisa didn't know where she was. When they came to the end of one hall, Gus fished out a ring of keys, taking a long copper one and opening a green door to Lisa's right. Lisa stepped in, not knowing what she would find.

"Oh!"

The girl half-expected to find Anna or Elena behind the door, smirking at her as she entered. Instead there was nothing – nothing but old machinery stacked every which way against the bare cinderblock walls.

Lisa turned around, wondering if there had been a mistake. When Gus slammed the door behind him, she knew there had been none. Remembering Kathy's story of how she'd been raped, the girl backed away, her eyes growing wide. The pain, the beating, the humiliation had been enough. Slowly, Lisa shook her head from side to side, her flesh puckering up around her nipples and her thighs ridging with mounting terror.

"No, no!"

Gus rushed her, knocking her hands from her tits, then shoving the screaming teen back. Lisa stumbled away, her heels striking an uneven metal plate on the basement floor. Gus moved fast, jumping on top of her, his weight knocking the wind from her. He was kissing her throat, his teeth tearing at her flesh while his knees shoved hers apart.

Clenching her teeth together, Lisa felt the bile rising in her throat. So this is how it is to be raped! She could understand why women felt outrage and fear. But Gus was enjoying her fear, laughing at it as he pawed her.

"Get up!"

Reluctantly, Lisa dragged herself to her feet, drawing her upper arms together to try to hide her naked tits. Gus laughed at her vain attempts, moving around her and studying her as if she were some sort of animal. When he reached down and started grabbing for her cunt, the girl screamed and bent over at the waist, trying to cover the bushy hair from his view. Gus laughed, moving quickly behind her and slapping her white shivering ass with the flat of his right hand. Lisa squealed, slapping back at him and wheeling around, trying to keep him in front of her. He wiped the back of his hand over his lips, grinning at her.

"Why-why are you doing this to me?" she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Because I wanna!"

With that, Gus walked up to her, raising both fists in the air. Lisa let out a sharp cry and stumbled backward, expecting to feel blows against her head at any time. When she saw his fists come down at her, she let out another shriek and jerked to one side, her tits bobbing as her asscheeks slapped against one another.

Gus pursued her, his fingers just missing her as she crashed into all sorts of things. Once Lisa stumbled over an engine, tumbling head over heels onto some loose crates. Gus kicked them to one side, nearly grabbing her. She felt his fingers touching her flesh, but managed to shrink away successfully.

It was when he grabbed her hair and began pulling the girl back that she lost control. She felt a warm trickle on her right thigh and knew she was pissing out of control. She was disgracing herself in front of this pig.

Gus saw the urine seeping from her fuckslot and laughed, tearing more hair from her head. Somehow the girl managed to wrench free, slipping back, stumbling over her own feet and pitching hard against the wall. Brushing the hair from her eyes, the young teen shot forward, rushing for the door. But Gus was behind her, stepping out of the shadows and reaching for her streaming hair once again.

Lisa tried once more to step away from him. But Gus was determined to get her this time. Grabbing her hair, he pulled back hard to stop her. The girl yelped, her head jerking back and her arms stretched in front of her as her curled fingers clawed the air. Despair rushed through her brain as Lisa felt her knees grow weak and wobble. She was sinking to the floor, and Gus was on top of her once more, his knees hurting her. She could feel his brass belt buckle pressing against her belly as his paw-like hands slipped over her thighs.

"Ugh!"

Lisa's face was red and pinched as Gus pinched her ass and smoothed his other hand over her flat belly. No one had touched her naked flesh like this. Not even on the hottest of her dates had she let a guy so much as lay one finger on her thighs. And now this animal had stripped her and was feeling her all over. She groaned through her clenched teeth, worming her ass back and forth as his fingers dug into her firm flesh.

"No, don't – oh God in heaven, no, don't do this to me!"

"Yeah, baby, you wanna get fucked back, real bad! I think you're gonna get your wish!"