Paul Gable - Tortured daughter

"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.

"Over here!" Dr. Endicott shoved the girl forward until Cindy was directly under the suspended chains. "On your back!" Alicia snapped as Max was adjusting the bar, lowering it to fit her height.

Cindy did as she was told, still feeling the pricking sensations of those needles and how they nearly pierced her flesh!

"What are you going to do to me?" the girl whimpered, never appearing to tire of the question that always brought a smile to Alicia's lips.

"We're going to teach you the blessings of the cat. You know what the cat is?"

Cindy shook her head, cringing as the cold concrete floor bruised her back and shoulders. Max had taken one ankle and yanked it high in the air, bracing the heel of her foot against his broad chest while unraveling the thick chain lift. Alicia brought him two long pieces of leather, buckles on either end. It was apparent to the girl that these were cuffs, attached to the chains, and then in turn wrapped around her ankles.

"This is to make sure you'll stay in one place," Alicia explained calmly, unraveling the bun from her head and letting her silver hair fall naturally around her shoulders. Cindy shivered at that move. The doctor was becoming excited again. And that meant more pain for her! "I don't want Max and I to be chasing you, all over the Manor when we… er, give you your treatment for the day."

Max attached the other cuff, her legs now suspended high in the air over her head. The weight of her body pressed against her shoulder blades. More than ever, Cindy was aware of the cold hard floor under her.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

Max had in her an awkward position. And it became more and more uncomfortable for her as he raised the crossbar until the full weight of her body was balanced on her shoulders. Cindy cried out, her head twisting around, her shoulders aching from this hanging. Her ass clenched as her tits rolled up against her chin.

"Max, we can start."

The room was upside down from her position. But even with her world rearranged, she could see that Dr. Endicott was getting into the swing of things. Alicia was slipping off her robes, removing her white gown quickly from her shoulders, then laying it nearby across a chair. Max watched closely, his eyes glistening with arousal as Alicia next slipped off her bra, taking those silver metal cups and pressing them tightly ova her stiffened nipples. Next came the boots, the leather straps, the harness. In moments she was in her mistress outfit, one finger pressed against her lips thoughtfully as she studied the various instruments hanging from the cold concrete wall.

"These will do," she said, choosing two riding crops and handing one to Max. "I'll begin," Alicia said airily, stepping in front of the girl. "Then you can follow… when I give the signal."

"Oh, no, no, please…"

"Shut up!" Alicia barked, tapping one hand of the crop against her chin. "Now," she began, more calmly, "what about this nonsense?"

"Nonsense?" Cindy asked, fighting down the sobs and wondering what on earth Dr. Endicott was talking about.

"The nonsense about you not being an alcoholic," Alicia said impatiently, tapping the crop more rhythmically against her chin.

"I…" Cindy hesitated. Of course she wasn't any drunkard. The whole affair had been a terrible mistake. But another denial would mean more beatings.

"You're hesitating. You've changed your story then?"

"I…"

Alicia let out a curse, drawing her hand back and letting it snap forward. The riding crop lashed across the girl's belly. A resulting searing pain took Cindy's breath away. She screamed, her body jerking violently to the right, the move making the chains clank madly above her.

"Yagghghhhhh!"

"Lying little shit! I know what you were about to say!" Alicia cried.

"No you don't! No you don't! Oh, God, I'll say anything, do anything if you just let me go!"

Alicia smiled at this confession of weakness, walking around the suspended girl, rubbing the cold leather against the backs of Cindy's legs and chuckling madly as the girl shivered at the touch. Cindy could imagine more stinging blows of the horrid instrument against her flesh. Anything she said would trigger that beating. The girl knew it! Alicia was only looking for an excuse, a reason for lashing again and again against her helpless body.

"I'll ask you again," Alicia said, ignoring Cindy's pleas. "You were constantly drunk when, finally, your mother caught you and your friend… correct?"

Answer, Cindy thought. Answer anything. Just make sure she doesn't hit you.

"Y-yes!"

"Liar!"

Again, the crop hissed through the air, this time slashing across her cheekbone. The force of the blow snapped her head to the left. Cindy choked on the scream, hot tears rushing down her cheeks. What did Alicia want her to say? Oh, if only she could read the woman's mind!

"Now, we'll try again. Do you really believe you're an alcoholic… like your dear friend, Judy?"

"No!"

"Well, we're making some progress," Alicia said, halting a third blow for the moment. "I never thought you were. I always felt your stupid parents were foolish for having thought so." Alicia silenced Cindy with a warning finger. "But you're here. You have no booze problem, but you're still under my… uh, care!"

Cindy could have howled in rage! It was all a joke, a terrible, horrible joke! And there was nothing she could do about it. She was trapped here, trapped in this institution under the will of this mad woman.

"Oh, God, how I hate you!" she spat out, the feelings which had been bottled up inside her now rushing out, one tumbling over the other.

"Good, that's what I expected!"

"You're torturing me for no good reason! Oh, God!" Cindy screamed, beating her fists against the floor and wishing she could strangle them all!

"You're coming around, dear," Alicia said, bringing the crop to within swinging distance again. "That's good. You're not that limp spined little twit who walked in here before. That's good!"

Alicia paused for a second, then brought the crop down again. Cindy screamed the walls down as the slicing pain across her left nipple sent shards of painful shock racing through her body.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Cindy ground her teeth. How she hated Alicia now, hated Max, hated them all for doing this to her. Another hard blow, this one striking across the top of her foot. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted pain, feeling herself losing control.