Kathy Andrews - Disciplined mother

Just think of it as milk, Krystal said to herself, closing her throat to the awful stuff. She tried not to breathe, not to smell the pungent urine as more and more of it splashed into her mouth, swirled over her teeth, then dribbled out down the sides of her chin to the tub. When Mike struck her on the back, she found herself swallowing some of the piss, gagging and choking on the horrid taste. He laughed, spraying the piss on her eyes, her nose, her lips once more. Krystal gagged again, falling back, wallowing in the filth as he finished with the act.

"Hot, Krystal? You want to do something about it?"

How could he know? How could he possibly know about her dreadful arousal? It was shaming her as she lay there, her cunt afire, her body covered with urine. What kind of man would want her now, in this dreadful state? At that point, Linda moved to the other side of the tub, peering in and smirking at her.

"What happened to the pretty little Miss?" she asked mockingly. "It looks like you've fallen from the pedestal your mother put you on. We'll have to take care of that."

"Wash her up," Mike ordered, tucking his cock back in. "Then take her to my quarters."

His quarters? She thought it would be all over!

"No! Please, you said I could go back! Please, lemme go back! Oh, God, don't… don't do this to me!"

"Here, you won't need these for a while," Linda said more gently now that Mike had gone, reaching down and puffing the rope from her wrists. Krystal noticed the change in her voice, the softening of her manner, and she almost cried.

"Oh, oh, he did terrible things to me!" she sobbed, rubbing her freed wrists together while staring around the tub. "He… he pissed on me and then… and then he made me… made me drink some of it!"

Krystal gagged at the thought, wishing there were a fountain or a washbasin she could rinse her mouth in.

"I know. It's almost the standard bill of fare for all new girls. You'll get used to it. Now we have got to get you cleaned up, or I'll lose my job."

Linda helped her from the tub, taking her by the hand. Krystal noticed the others were gone now, the bonds hanging open and limp from the supporting columns. The girl shuffled from the large room, sweeping the hair from her eyes, feeling dirtier than ever. Linda led her to a small white-tiled shower room. Krystal turned on the hot water and scrubbed her body well, wanting to stay there the rest of the day.

"You're stalling, Krystal. Believe me, Mike'll notice that and make you pay dearly for it."

She knew Linda was right. Turning off the water, the young teen dried, handing the towel reluctantly back to Linda. She knew the rules – no clothes, complete nakedness. They walked back to the main office. Krystal wasn't about to stop there, but Linda pushed her forward.

"In here."

It was a strangely narrow room, the walls paneled with yellow pine. Walking nervously inside, Krystal turned around only to see the door close behind her. Thank goodness it was warm. There were two benches in front of her and on one of these she sat down, waiting for God only knows what.

"I see you've washed up. Good. I don't like fooling around with someone who smells like a pig sty." It was Mike. He was bare-chested.

"Are you going, going to fuck me?" Krystal asked hesitantly, the awful word still sounding strange coming from her mouth.

"That depends. I hear you're a virgin. That's a messy business. But then again, it can be fun for both of us," Mike said, playing with her hair.

"I don't want it," Krystal whispered, shying away from his touch.

"Here, what you want doesn't count for shit, Krystal," Mike said with a laugh.

The girl winced at the thought, knowing he was right. He could slap her down, knock her legs apart and fuck her right there. But something told her he had something much more intense planned for her.

"Lie down," he said, pushing the two benches tightly together.

"Are you going to tie me up again?"

"I just don't trust you yet, Krystal. Besides, this can be more fun when you're all tied up. You'll find that out soon enough."

She did as she was told, watching as Mike drew her arms back and slightly down. Something the teen hadn't noticed earlier were leather straps bolted to the squat legs of the two benches. These he slipped around her wrists, making certain the material wasn't touching the already reddened areas of her flesh.

"You were fighting your bonds too much, Krystal. Thai's not good. All you'll do is injure yourself. And we don't want that to happen, do we?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

Krystal had so much loathing, so much hatred for Mike she could have exploded with it. Instead she did nothing, testing the bonds, finding she couldn't raise her shoulders.

"Now for the legs."

Next, Krystal felt a strap cinching tightly around her small waist, holding her more firmly to the benches. When Mike walked down to the end of the second bench, she followed him with rounded, terrified eyes. He turned, looking down at his prisoner speculatively, then moved around and fixed long buckled straps to two rings bolted into the wall some six feet above the floor. Instinctively, Krystal knew what was going to happen, squirming her ass against the splintery wood. So when Mike took her right ankle, held it against his chest, then jerked it up until her toes brushed against the wall, Krystal wasn't surprised.

The strap fitted tightly around her ankle, drawing her leg well away from the centerline of her body. Next came the other leg, similarly drawn to a wall and roped to that buckled strap. Now Krystal could understand the reason for that narrow room. It was ideal for the straps that controlled her legs. Mike now pulled carefully on the benches – first one leg, then the other, until they stood out rigid at almost right angles to Krystal's strapped body. Slightly raised, they supported the weight of her haunches so that when Mike pulled the lower bench from under Krystal's ass, its position didn't change. The only difference was that now it hung suspended past the rest of the bench to which the rest of the teen was strapped.

"Ohhhh no, no! Oh God in heaven, not so tight! It's tearing me in two!"

Mike ignored her cries, running his fingers up and down the ridged legs and thighs of the young teen. He shook his head.

"No. It's not enough. I'm going to tighten it just a bit. I don't want you to move even in the slightest," he said.

"No, noooooo!"

The pulling agony was awful! There were moments when Krystal thought her arms and legs would be pulled off. She sobbed and pleaded as each of her ankles was drawn out another notch in, the strap. The pain shot through her like a ragged saw. In a panic, the teen struggled. But she found that only part of her could move even a fraction of an inch. Trapped like this – trapped, and not able to do so much as move a muscle!

"No, no, this is awful! Please, don't do this to me! Oh God, don't!"

"You're really stretched wide, you know? I can see right down into your cunt. You can't close your lips, can you, baby?"

Krystal stopped her twisting for a moment, realizing at this point that Mike was standing right in front of her. He was looking into her pussy, stroking his cock through his trousers. That was it! He had had her roped this way, and was going to fuck her! She flushed beet-red, watching his lips smack together.

"You're really nice, baby. Good ass, good way you move! You're going to fit right in here at the school."

"Uhhhhh, please take me down! Oh, it's hurting me so!"

"This should take care of it!"

Mike had whipped out his cock, stroking it hard. Once more, Krystal had a chance to see his prick. But now it was far bigger, far longer and thicker than it had been when he was pissing on her. He stroked its sides, greasing it down with his pre-cum, licking his lips as the girl struggled on the bench under him. No, no! This couldn't be happening! She had always been a good girl, just like her mother had always wished. She had never thought about doing this with a man until lately. And now… and now the man who was supposed to care for her was going to fuck her. Again, Krystal felt a rush of hatred for her mother as she thought of how Carla had led her to this hellhole.