Tormenting Cindy

xBH-8171 TORTURED DAUGHTER by Paul Gable FOREWORD Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals -- a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books -- all contain examples. And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder. Cindy McArthur, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, she finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captor. TORTURED DAUGHTER -- the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society. The Publisher CHAPTER ONE "We observe the strictest rules of discipline here, Cindy. You've been put here for a good reason by your parents. You were caught getting drunk once too often." Cindy McArthur kept her crying blue eyes lowered to the tiled floor of the reception room. It was a lie. It was all such a terrible mistake. She wasn't an alcohol abuser like her mother kept screaming over and over the night she'd found some peach brandy in her bureau drawer. Her girlfriend, Judy, had had some problems with liquor and she was only holding the bottle from her until she could get rid of it. "Are there any questions, Cindy?" Dr. Alicia Endicott was tapping her well-manicured nails against the polished oak desk, tilting her head to one side. Cindy realized she was expected to say something. But what could she do? The teenaged blonde thought she would break into wild tears if she were to open her mouth. Her parents had brought her here to the sanatorium after they had heard such good things from Judy's parents about the place. Yes, her best friend had been incarcerated here for nearly one month now. And her parents had decided she would follow. It was so unfair, so unjust! Even their doctor had felt her parents were going overboard in their decision to send her to Hannah Manor. Her voice was trembling and low as the room began to swim in front of her eyes. Crossing her legs at the ankles, Cindy dug her fingernails into her palms, fighting for courage, for some confidence in this terrifying nightmare that had suddenly invaded her life. Alcohol. She was no user, no alcoholic. And yet for trying to help a friend, she had been shunted off to this horrid place! Raising her eyes, she looked once more at Dr. Endicott. The woman was tall, in her mid-thirties, with a head of fine silver hair pulled tightly back across her skull into a tight pinned bun behind. Her eyes were a strange tawny color, reminding Cindy of a cat's. Those eyes, how they seemed to look right through her. Cindy shivered, pressing her nails more firmly into her damp palms. The sound of a buzzer made Cindy nearly jump from her skin. "Reaction from alcohol withdrawal," Alicia said, raising one eyebrow. "Well, that's to be expected. You won't find any babying here, Cindy. We all believe in developing discipline. That's the key." She raised a threatening finger and pointed it at the girl as if it were a knife. Cindy wished she could have sunk right through the bright blue carpeting under her feet. "We've taken the liberty to search your luggage, even though your parents assured us that they had gone through your belongings before you came here." Alicia patted her bunned hair. "Your things are in your room. An attendant will take you there. Of course, you'll be expected to adhere to our schedule. All our girls do." Alicia's monologue was interrupted by the sound of the back door opening. Turning around, Cindy found herself face to face with a tall, stockily-built attendant dressed in white pants and coat. There was nothing particularly attractive about him. His small cold blue eyes, round pock-marked face and sensuous thick lips seemed to be in place with the forbidding nature of this place. "You can take Miss McArthur to her room now. She needs time to get her things in order. We'll see you later, Cindy, to talk about our schedule here," Alicia said, her voice following the trembling girl out into the ball. "This way," the attendant said, taking her roughly by the shoulder and directing her down the long, tiled corridor. Cindy flinched under the hard grip of that warm paw digging into her slender shoulders. She had never felt so naked, so exposed and vulnerable before in her life. Watching her parents' car drive down the long curved road over the hills back to Los Angeles, the young teen had felt as if she'd been abandoned to the world. "Nice ass." Her flesh puckered up into goose-pimples as Cindy looked into his cold eyes, then turned back around and walked more quickly down the hall. Her sandals clicked against the polished brown tiles while overhead the glare from the blue-white fluorescent lights burned her eyes. It was such a cold, terrible place. "Here," he muttered. They made another turn into a narrower corridor, stopping in front of some green elevator doors. The attendant pressed a small red button. Immediately, groaning and whirring sounds filtered through the old doors. Momentarily they parted, revealing a small, foul-smelling elevator compartment. Cindy stepped inside, feeling less and less sure of herself as the seconds ticked by. Another attendant was there, somewhat taller and thinner than the first. His eyes, she thought, looked a bit kinder. "Hey, Jack, got a new one from the doc," her escort said, closing the door and pushing three. "Nice... not bad, Max. Been broke in yet?" the friend asked, flashing Max a toothy smile. "You been poked yet, honey?" Max asked, his eyes narrowing as he pushed the elevator stop button. Immediately, the car jerked to a halt, the whirring sounds stopping. Cindy looked at the two attendants in disbelief, her heart pounding like a triphammer. "You heard me, angel tits. You get rodded yet?" "Hey, Max, come on, the bitch don't know what you're talkin' about," Jack said, his lips curling into a false friendly smile. "What my friend here wants to know, baby, is whether or not somebody's gotten to you. You know fucked you." "Fucked?" Pronouncing the word made Cindy shiver. She had never talked like that, had never had anyone speak to her in those foul terms. Her parents had been very strict, too strict at times, she felt. Never, never would she have considered having a boy do... that to her. Even the thought of letting him touch her there sent shivers of terror rushing through her. "Yeah, you know, taking his prick and sticking it down there between your legs," Jack explained. Max took a step toward her. Flinching again, Cindy backed away, her firm pert ass pressing against the cold metal walls of the elevator car. Above her, the girl could hear the cables swinging against one another. The alarm. If only, she could reach the alarm button. That would stop this madness. "No, please... no, that never happened to me," she whimpered. "We got ourselves a little virgin, then," Jack said after a moment's pause. "Yeah, if you believe what she says. Fuck, kids nowadays are knocked up by the time they're outta high school. She's been hittin' the booze scene, too." "That's not true!" Cindy blurted out, wiping a tear from under one eye with the back of her hand. "It's all some terrible mistake." The two attendants threw back their heads and laughed heartily. "They all say that," Max said, calming down, then rubbing the back of his hand against his fly. Cindy's eyes flashed down quickly to his crotch and saw, to her horror, that he wasn't wearing shorts. She could see his cock sharply outlined against the white trouser material. Her eyes widened. Cindy had heard, of course, about men, about what they liked to do, and how it was all to come about. But having to come face to face with sex, and like this, made the girl gasp with revulsion. Max and his friend Jack were about to rape her. The idea suddenly flashed through her brain like lightning, making her shiver all over. "The poor little thing's shaking," Max said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "She should be all smiles, considering what we're gonna show her. By the time we get through with her, she's gonna feel all better, being here at the Manor." "Oh, no, no, you're... you're all crazy," Cindy said, her voice whispery and breathless. "I'll tell Dr. Endicott about this if... if something happens to me and... and..." "She won't listen to an alky. Besides, it's all part of your treatment. Discipline, that's her, thing. And this is part of the training," Max said, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand again. "No!" "You ain't got nowhere to go," Max said, observing the girl's frantic search with her eyes for some escape route. "So you'd better just get used to the idea you're gonna get fucked." "What do you want from me?" she asked tearfully, seeing both men rubbing their crotches now. If only she could get near the button panel of the elevator! "What I get from all the other girls around here," laughed Jack. "You'll be fired if you touch me," Cindy blurted out. "Cut it out. It's gonna happen, baby, whether you want it or not. If you treat us nice, then I'll try to keep some of my other buddies from having fun with you when I'm through." "Oh, no, no!" Cindy was about to scream. Seeing this, Max darted forward, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist while his other hand clamped over her opening mouth. His palm was damp and coarse, pressing her lips so tightly against her teeth that the flesh was being cut. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed against one wall of the elevator. "Mmmfmmfmfmfff!" Cindy's feet went out from under her several times as he wrestled her around in the elevator car. Twice her knees struck the metal walls hard, sending shocks of pain racing up her thighs. There was simply no way of escape from this horrid place! The car jiggled and bounced against the outside concrete chute while Jack muttered encouragement to his struggling buddy. "Go on, man, fuck her, stick that thing into her. And then I'll take over," Jack said, his eyes wide as he began unzipping the front of his trousers. There was another jiggling sound just after the one hand disappeared from her waist. They swung around once more, Cindy's head striking the wall near the control panel. She could see the alarm button so close, so very close to her face. But he had her arms pinned to her sides. Jack was opening his pants! At this point the girl realized that Max had pushed down his pants. Twisting her around, he was making her look at his crotch. "Take a good look, baby. Soon I'm gonna stick this thing in you. Fight me, and I'm gonna piss down there, too. My bladder's fuckin' full. It wouldn't be too hard to get you dirty down there, and you don't want that, right?" And now he was twisting his fingers in her hair, tugging on the strands, making the young teen scream through his clamping palm. "Come on and have a closer look." Taking the hand from her mouth, Max shoved her down to the floor. How dizzy she was, dizzy from fright, from struggling in that small car. There was a smell, an awful smell. It was then the girl realized that she was only a few inches away from Max's groin. She could see the black wiry cock hairs frizzing all around his long, thick prick, protruding from his crotch. She had never, never seen anything so terrifying and yet so fascinating before in her life! He was shoving her toward it. Flinching backward, Cindy struggled against the offending hand. "She don't like havin' her face down there. We can change all that," Jack said, shoving his trousers down to his knees and freeing his prick. "Yeah. Might be able to do both -- fuck her and make her give you a fuckin' blowjob." "Yeah," Jack crooned, closing his eyes while jerking his fingers up and down his seven-inch prick. "She's got pretty lips, nice lips that'd feel real good against my hot cock," Jack whispered. "Help me! Help!" Once more the girl tried screaming, when she'd shaken off that temporary stupor. But Max's hand clamped hard once again ever her mouth, choking out the last of her protests. "That's better," Max said, observing the girl's diminishing struggles. "For being such a nice girl, I'm gonna give you a gift. Yeah, I'm gonna give you something nice and hard and hot. You're gonna learn to like having this all the time from old Max." His breath stank with beer and decay. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself hard against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his white shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other hand stayed tangled in her hair, pulling at the blonde strands at times. Max laughed when she whimpered through his fingers. She could see that he enjoyed watching her twist about in pain. The more she cried, the mere she begged with her eyes to be let go, the more agony he caused her. Suddenly the hand around her mouth loosened, and then let go. Max flung her to the floor of the elevator car, then dove down after her, jerking up her skirt and pulling down her white cotton panties to her knees. The shock of having her cunt and ass exposed so suddenly, so vigilantly, prevented the girl from screaming. And then she felt Max take her right asscheek between one thumb and forefinger, squeezing the resilient flesh so hard that she squealed in pain. "Yagghghghhhhh!" Cindy's eyes widened as she started to scream again. "Take off your socks, man. Gotta gag this bitch before she screams down the whole place," Max grunted, mounting the girl and hunching his cock against her asscheeks. Cindy's cries sometimes came out nothing more than hissing air. It was shock, numbing her confused, horrified brain. The dirty floor of the elevator car hurt her knees and shoulders as Max kept slamming her against the filthy tile. Behind her she could see Jack fumbling around, sliding off his socks. Max rolled halfway off her, taking the blue socks and knotting them at the toes. Then slipping the filthy, foul-smelling material into her mouth, he stretched the material around to the back of her head, tying it around behind her ears. "Mfffff!" she choked. Cindy gagged, closing her eyes and trying not to swallow the filthy mixture of blue dye and Jack's sweat. "Fuck her, man, fuck her good." Max rolled back on top of her, shoving her what he was about to do to her made her shiver with revulsion. That this horrible man, who was supposed to be helping her, was going to push his smelly prick into her made Cindy want to throw up. But the taste of the sour bile in her mouth made her swallow once more. No, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her vomit. And what would it prove, anyway? The gag would hold her bile in. Perhaps she'd drown in it while they were fucking her. Max tugged at her hair again, tearing out a few more strands. She could feel his cock pushing down between her thighs. She could feel his cockhead jabbing at her cunt, touching her whisper-soft pussylips. Cindy let out another moan, tears welling up behind her eyes. To think she was going to lose her virginity this way. And her parents thought they had left her in the care of kind but firm hands! "Ughghhghhhhh!" she squealed. Max let go of her hair. With both hands, he began kneading her asscheeks, his callused fingers digging deep into her white, plump flesh. "Nice ass... just like I said before beck there," Max commented, stretching her asscheeks apart and exposing the pink puckered hole of her shitter. Cindy whimpered through the sock gag, feeling the cool air brushing up against her exposed asshole. "Get her panties all the way off and start fuckin' the shit outta her." "Yeah, gotta get my prick back into somethin' nice and hot and tight." Max grabbed the bottom of her skirt in one hand and he tugged it up farther while tearing open her bra and blouse with the other. Buttons flew in all directions as the bra slid torn from her shoulders. Her full tits tumbled out as the bra fell away. "Man, nice tits... nice tits and ass. She's got it all, man," Max said. "Noofffff!" He had grabbed her panties, his fingers tugging at the thin material. In a moment they slid free from her ankles, quickly followed by her skirt. They had stripped her naked, tossing her clothes into a corner. "Naked and ready... hot 'n' ready," Max said, eyeing her white, trembling body. "Man, look at her cunt," Jack said, kneeling down to her. "Seems to me somethin' that pretty shouldn't go unused. It's downright criminal, leavin' that thing untouched for so long. When are you gonna fuck her, Max?" "Right now. I can't wait no longer." Cindy struggled wildly, realizing what was about to happen to her. Her mouth opened once more, her tongue trying to shove aside the foul blue sock material. Seeing her struggling to scream, Max slid one dirty hand over her lips again, pressing them back against her teeth, cutting them once more. "Oh, ohhhhh!" she gasped. Max was squeezing her round asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into the flesh. He squeezed hard, making her scream in pain. "You keep tryin' to get away like that, movin' and tryin' to throw me off, and I'll punch your ribs 'til they break," he threatened. His words burned into her brain. As if to emphasize his point, the attendant took a few blonde cunt hairs between his fingers, tearing them hard from her pussymound. Cindy felt flashes of incredible heat and pain sear through her cunt. "Uhhfhfhhffff!" she cried. Max had made his point. She was helpless, unable to fight back in this horrid elevator car. Jack and he would have their way with her. All she could do was endure this rape the best she could, then report their actions to Dr. Endicott later. But the thought of being so brutally raped by these two sickened her. The worst, she knew, was yet to come! CHAPTER TWO Max was playing with her, teasing her. His hands roamed over her naked outer thighs. He kneaded the white flesh around her asscheeks into tight little ridges, clenching them hard in his rough fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs between his fingers, laughing when Cindy cried out and began twisting frantically under him. Her cries drowned into whimpers of anguish. The sounds made Max yank her a bit harder. He rubbed her asscheeks wildly, squeezing them even harder than he had squeezed her inner thighs. Cindy ground her belly solidly against the dirty floor, her mind exploding again and again. "Oh, man, man, she's gonna burn my prick up," Max said, closing his eyes and rubbing his cock up against her asscrack. "Yeah, when my jizz comes poundin' out, it's gonna burn me up, I know it." Cindy wanted them to stop this, stop it before it had gone too far. But there was nothing she could do. Jack was down next to her. She could feel his fingers twisting around her hair, lifting her head from the floor into his lap. Again, she smelled the sour odor of an unwashed, sweaty groin. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled back. But Jack was determined, shoving her nose against his cock, making her inhale the stench coming from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy groin. She could feel the blood-heavy lobes of his fuckrod rubbing against her lips. "Uhfhhfhfhffff!" she whined. Cindy kept her lips shut. But she could feel the wetness of his prick against her face. She tried moving her cheek away from it. But Jack clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her face against his crotch. "It's good, man," he groaned, pushing up harder against Cindy's nose. "Maybe I'll bring 'er around, make her suck me off while she fucks you." "Don't care," Max panted, repositioning himself on top of the struggling blonde teen. "Just don't get in my way, man." Max scooped her tits up in both hands, rubbing her nipples with his fingertips, squeezing her tits, making the girl blush with shame. "Nice, man, you should feel those tits," Max said, digging his stubbly chin against the back of her neck while cupping his hands around her tits and pinching her long, red nipples. Cindy wrestled her tits against his offending hands. And then the girl felt something down around her cunt once more. Fingers were caressing her soft pussylips, un-sticking them, pushing them apart. "I'm gonna fuck her now." Cindy screamed through the sock gag again. No, it couldn't be happening, not now! But she could feel Max reaching down between her thighs with his thumb, digging his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage. Slowly, steadily he was forcing his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Cindy groaned, arching her back, pressing her knees against the hard, dirty elevator floor. Instinctively she tried squirming her body away from the increasing hot pain. But Max's weight and hands kept her firmly pressed against the floor. His thumb kept pushing into her, violating her pussy, stretching her cunthole until the girl thought she would die from pain and shame. Next to her, Jack was easing the sock gag away from her mouth once more, pressing his prickhead against her lips. Cindy spat violently, jerking her head away so hard that she hurt her neck. The pain was terrible! Her pussy felt tight, hot and dry, pinching around Max's invading thumb. His jagged nail was tearing at the elastic flesh. Again, she tightened her white, naked thighs, her flesh tensing, the tendons bulging out against her sweating skin. And then the girl felt a pain she had never experienced before in her life. His thumb was pressing against her cherry, that tiny, thin membrane which still kept her a little girl. "No!" she gasped. Jack grabbed another fistful of her hair, taking advantage of her opened mouth, and he slid his cock in. Cindy screamed, her cries choked off by a mouthful of prickmeat! She was disgusted, horrified beyond thought as Jack began sawing his fuckrod in and out, in and out, the thick, taut pink skin rubbing against her front teeth. "Christ, Jack. You're knocking her off balance. Can't get my cock in her with you making her give you a blowjob now. Get the fuck oft this cunt. You can have 'er after I'm through." Reluctantly the big attendant withdrew his prick, wiping his cockhead against her forehead. Cindy's relief was short-lived. Max's thumb was corkscrewing painfully back into her pussy. There was more pressure against her cherry. Cindy screamed and shouted involuntarily, her cries cut off by a downward backhanded slap from Jack. There was another shock of pain. And then her cherry was torn, ripped from its anchorage by Max's thumb. "A fuckin' virgin," Max muttered, pulling his thumb out and examining it. "Yeah, who would've believed it." Max popped his thumb back in, wriggling it around and around, laughing as Cindy began moving her ass around in a counter rhythm. "She's startin' to like it. Told you she would," Max commented. The girl hated it, hated Max, Jack, all of them who were tormenting her for no reason. She had lost her cherry and now felt nothing but disgust for the men raping her. Her flat belly ground against the floor once more as she tried to escape Max's invading thumb. "Man, a virgin," Jack whispered once more. "And let me tell you, she's got one tight cunt," Max said, fighting to keep his thumb in the tight ring of her pussy. He tried worming another finger into her cunt but kept meeting resistance as her pussy walls tried to close tightly against him. "Now you're gonna shut up... you're not gonna scream or say one word, or I'll let Jack shove his prick right back into your mouth," Max whispered in her ear as he remounted her in a fucking position. "And you don't want that dirty ol' thing in your mouth, do you?" "Oh, no, please... please," Cindy said, shaking the tears from her flushed cheeks. "Good." Max took the sock gag completely from her head, then reached down to tug her asseheeks apart. The movement of his thumbs began doing something to her, something Cindy would never have believed possible. As he rubbed her cuntlips together, a strange kind of heat began to manifest itself. She rolled up her eyes, wrinkling her forehead as that heat turned into a kind of tightness until, gradually, her cunt began to get very warm and very moist. "Man, she's goin' for it," Max said with satisfaction, moving his hand up and brushing the knuckles against her stiffening clit. What was her body doing? Her mother had told her only bad girls got excited this way. Cindy knew she wasn't a bad girl. And yet the more Max was touching her back there the more he moved his fingers back and forth in her pussy now while touching her cunt, the more she wanted him to touch her. "Nd more!" Cindy gasped. "Oh, please, please, no more, no more!" But her pleas weren't so frantic, so desperate any longer. "Yeah, right, right," Max said, sensing the change in the girl's attitude. Max moved one finger back into her cunthole, stabbing it in. Slowly, very slowly, her sodden pussylips were spread apart once more. Her fleshy, fleecy cuntlips were tugged wide open. "Man, she's got juice comin' outta her like crazy," Max said. "Yeah, she's wantin' a fuckin' real bad now. She was screamin' down the walls, but now she's hot for us." "No, that's not true!" But her words didn't match her actions. Cindy twitched, jerking forward as his middle finger shot out. The fucking tip was teasing her once more, circling along the tense, rubbery edges of her soaking cunt. His long middle finger kept on its maddening tickling against her clit, making Cindy groan now, long and loud. She could feel the working of his finger as it found its way along the slick length of her cuntslit. More and more juice frothed out, wetting down her tensing inner thighs while her asscheeks flexed against Max's overhanging belly. He moved his finger down to her thighs, up to her asshole, then back to her cunt. She could feel Max holding her a bit more tightly, stabbing his finger into her up to his second knuckle. Her tight hot flesh gripped and slid around the thrusting finger. Cindy felt her cunt sucking so solidly, cinching down on his finger. "She's goin' for it, man. I'm gonna stick my prick into her now." Cindy wept with complete shame and humiliation. She was being raped by these men. And now her body was turning against her, warming up to Max's foul fingering. The finger that had been stabbing in and out of her hot little cuntslit suddenly slipped out, making the girl gasp. He was sliding up now, pushing the hot load of his prick against her cunt. It was immense! There was nothing small or yielding about his cock. It seemed like a length of hot lead pipe. His fat prickhead was trying to force its way in. Cindy thought she would go mad. His awful cock was rubbing up and dawn her creaming cuntslit, touching her clit again and again, threatening to split her in two, only to back off at the last minute. The girl cringed, rubbing her bare belly against the floor of that elevator car. Her eyes were wide with fear and excitement, staring at the other bloated mass of cockmeat, inches from her mouth. More terror and excitement gripped the teen as she felt Max's prickhead make solid contact with her pussylips. "Goin' in," Max grunted. Jack gripped her head, turning her face around so she would stare at his prick. "One just like this is goin' in you now, baby. Your first fuck, and it's gonna be a big one," Jack taunted, enjoying her horror and pain. "Nooooo!" "Shaddup or I'll shut you up with my cock." Cindy felt her teeth rattle as her inner pussylips were forced apart. The rubber-like rim of her cunt clenched together in an attempt to keep out his hard, hot invading prick. "Nooooo," Cindy murmured, her forehead wrinkling once more, beads of cold sweat appearing on her flesh. She could feel Max shoving, down and forward again. Her tight little cuntlips resisted for one more second, then finally gave way. Cindy shuddered, her cries turning into a long moan as his cockmeat squeezed down into her pussy, pooling its way through her body. Her legs stiffened, then jerked out on either side of her body like those of a frog. Jack laughed mirthlessly at her. Her legs kicked out violently once more, sometimes hitting Jack's shin, but usually striking nothing. And still Max fucked her, sticking his prick deeper and deeper. Shock waves of agony slammed into her as she felt her cunt walls being stretched. The throbbing inside her body kept her conscious as she squirmed and writhed like a pinned insect. Jack's fingers, tugging and tearing at her hair, kept her in place. "Oowowoowowoowowwww!" she wailed. Max pulled back, the pressure of her tight cunt walls around his prick keeping him from fucking down all the way. "Ohhh, you're... you're... uhhhhh hurting me!" Cindy squealed more loudly, her fingernails cracking against the hard, dirty elevator floor. She dragged in ragged lungs full of air to feed her wriggling, cock-knifed body while Max kept struggling to get more of his prick in her pussy. "My... uhhhh, tight, really tight, but I think I got a way to 'er up." Cindy waited, panting like a cornered, doomed little animal. The foul smell of the elevator seemed to be getting worse while his fat cockhead was struggling to slide deeper in her cunt. Above her, she could hear Max taking a tremendously deep breath. At the same time, he began beating her asscheeks hard, slapping them violently with his fingers until they burned. The girl screamed, beating her fists against the floor. Max cursed violently, hitting her on the back of the head while sliding one hand under her hipbones to jerk up her thighs. The ploy worked. The sudden violent attack relaxed the teen's muscles. Max shuddered, tensing his thick-muscled thighs and driving his cock in to the hilt. "Eaaghghghhgyaghghhhhhh!" Cindy shrieked, her body trembling as if it would tear to pieces. She couldn't believe something that big, something that hard could be slipping into her! Eight inches, eight thick long hard hot inches of cock were spearing into her virginal pussy. Cindy would have screamed again. But the terrible pain seemed to take the wind from her. All she could think of now was his long thick fuckpole rodding her, skewering her all the way to her throbbing heart. His giant cockpole of flesh, blood and muscle, lodged inside her, felt immense. Sobbing, begging Max to take his prick out of her, Cindy waited for the inevitable. "Uhhhh... oooohhhhh!" "Better man," Max crooned, dropping his head and slobbering all over the back of her neck. "Yeah, she looks like she's really gettin' into the swing of it." "It just takes a little bit of 'ol Max's cock to get 'em going." "Ohhhh, God, help me, somebody help me!" Cindy cried. "Shut the fuck up?" Jack knelt down once more by the side other face, twisting her head around nod slipping his cock against her mouth. Cindy didn't want that thing down her throat again. Groaning, she clamped her lips shut, grinding her teeth together so hard that she thought she could hear them cracking from the force. She could taste that awful bleachy, sour taste of his cum oozing from his piss-slit, coating her lips as if it were cosmetic gloss! Max began fucking slowly at first, his hips rising and falling against her asscheeks, the pressure of his thighs flattening her full ass. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. The helpless girl wondered for one crazy minute if it were physically possible to be fucked to death. The huge, blood-bloated knob of his prick made her think so. "Ughhfhhffhfff!" she moaned. Jack was, still trying to work his prickhead into her mouth, slapping her across the face, but making sure non of his moves spoiled Max's enjoyment. "Uhhhh, man, baby, this is something else ridin' this bitch is a real trip," Max groaned, stopping his fucking for a second and shaking the sweat from his face. His hands were braced on either side of her jutting shoulder blades as he kept on fucking her from the rear. "She's gettin' hot, really hot and wet. Gettin' easier to fuck the little bitch." Cindy groaned, writhing helplessly under him, agonizing to the constant beating pressure of his prick. She flexed her cunt muscles together, still trying to slide out that unwelcome intruder. But the pressure of his muscles and tendons seemed to arouse Max all the more. He shuddered on top of her, hitting the back of her head at times, pinching her asscheeks at others, but always fucking her, driving in his prick again and again. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted. Max flexed in again. Cindy held her breath now as she felt his fat fuck-pole jerking around inside her. Max was lowering himself completely onto her body, his hands smoothing down her naked thighs, pinching the flesh while he moved his hips subtly from side to side. She felt completely possessed, taken over by his prick. And now he was pulling up, withdrawing slowly. Cindy could feel her elastic pussy walls shrinking back together like the top of a drawstring purse. How odd! It seemed to be increasing that hot, itchy feeling that had begun to take her over. "Ohhhh..." she sighed. She could feel his cockhead easing farther back until only his prickhead remained in the grip of her violated cuntlips. And then with a quick shove, Max drove his prick back in. Back and forth, back and forth, he sawed his cock, his hands pinching her ass once more, then sliding up to her tits. "Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped. Jack rubbed his cockhead up against her nostrils, filling her nose with the smell of his crotch. She felt his leathery balls pillowing against her chin while his cockhairs tickled her nose. She sneezed. Max fucked, moving his hands under her belly to raise her. Cindy whimpered. His fingers fanned over the flatness of her stomach, making the girl cry out in anguish and humiliation. He had overpowered her, raped her, forced her into this brutality. And now she was enjoying it. As much as she hated Max and Jack, Cindy couldn't deny the simple, true fact that she was enjoying the hell out of this brutal rape. CHAPTER THREE "Ohhhh, man, man, her cunt's gonna burn up my prick," Max groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. "She that good?" "Great, man! This fuckin' virgin's hotter 'n most sluts I know." The words burned Cindy's pride, shamed her terribly as Max continued to fuck her. She felt his fingers squeezing her nipples again, pinching the red, half-inch long nubs until she squealed with joy and pain. Jerking her ass up, then back and forth violently, Cindy yelped and cried while Max continued torturing her tit tips. His hands were slipping back down to her hips again, tugging her more firmly up. He yanked her asscheeks all the more tightly against his hairy belly, piledriving his cock into her pussy, his thrusts making her asscheeks jiggle, her belly quake with fear. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Jack gasped, his prick snapping up against Cindy's nose. The elevator car jiggled from the movements of the three. Jack began jerking off more frantically, scooping up some strands of her blonde silky hair and rubbing them with his fist against his fuckrod. Cindy didn't care what he did. Jack no longer mattered. His buddy's cock had taken over, his prick slamming again and again into her cunt. Slowly she felt her mind simmering, settling into a kind of red fog of sensuality. She was feeling her pussy coming alive, burning with delight as the big man fucked her into oblivion. His soft, leathery balls kept slapping against her clit, making it tingle while his fingers tweaked her nipples again and again. "Ohhhh, man, man, this bitch's wild," Max whispered, shaking more sweat from his face. "What she doin'?" "Every time I fuck in hard, I can feel her cunt walls cinching down me," Max said, drawing his hands back and, smoothing his fingertips over her lush, white asscheeks. There were still some red marks crossing the girl's ass, reminders of Max's slaps. It was true. Cindy couldn't believe it was happening, but there were moments when she could feel her cunt walls buckling under the sexual heat, the slick flesh contracting and grabbing hold of Max's rodding prick. It was almost painful having her pussy muscles contract that way. But oh, the pleasure that accompanied that pain! Cindy gasped once again, tears running down her flushed cheeks. She could feel Max's cock swell, actually balloon outward as the excitement built. The blonde teen knew he was going to shoot his jizz into her soon. She could tell from the rising excitement, from his uneven breathing, from his gasps, from his comments to her and Jack that he was about to cum. Yes, Max was going to cum in her, firehose his jism into her hot little cunt. And she wanted it! Her ass pranced for it now, dancing up in the air, rubbing against Max's overhanging belly while his prick split through her again and again. "Fuck it out, baby! Come on, move that God damned ass," Max growling, slapping her again, then riding high so that his prick would rub against her clit. Yes, Cindy thought to herself, the feeling in her cunt mounting higher with every second. It felt so good, so very good. Shamelessly, the girl jerked her ass up and down, exciting Max even more. "Thatta way, baby, that's the way to move that fuckin' butt! Ohhh, man!" Cindy concentrated on his perpetually moving prick rushing through her pussy. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart while a violent buzzing began in her head. It was as if she were losing her mind. "Ohhhhh, man, man..." Jack was going wild, jerking off in her hair. Seeing Max about to shoot, he slid back a few inches, twisted his fingers in Cindy's hair even more and jerked her head off the floor. Her face rose to meet his. He jammed his mouth against hers, kissing her, shoving his tongue inside. Normally Cindy would have been appalled at doing something like this. But she was too far gone to struggle, to protest. Foul as Jack's breath was, the young girl began sucking wildly on it as Jack shoved his tongue in as far as it could go. At the same time, he slipped his hands down to her tits, squeezing them as his buddy had done, pinching her nipples, rubbing them until Cindy was frantic with desire. There seemed to be no end to her torment, to her delight! "Cumming, man!" Max warned. "Gonna shoot my stuff right into her cunt!" His voice was strained, choked. Cindy knew the end was near, just around the corner. "Fuck, man," Jack groaned, pulling away from the tonguing kiss and edging up to the girl's face once more. He twisted her around, slapping her several more times, then jerked up on several strands until Cindy's lips parted to scream in pain. It was at that moment he lunged forward, burying his prick in her mouth the way he had buried his tongue moments before. "Mmfmmfrnfffff!" she moaned. There were no more struggles, no more screams, not even an attempt to bite. Cindy tasted the warm, bleachy flavor of Jack's precum and swallowed hard, coating her throat with the vile jizz. She moved her tongue around and around the sensitive underside of his rodding prick, wriggling the tip of her tongue against the point just under his double-lobed cockhead. Jack was going crazy, his body pitching forward as he kept chugging his prick into her mouth. "Ughhfhfhhffff!" she squealed. Cindy was going wild with sensation. The two cocks, one fucking her cunt, the other fucking her mouth, worked her up into a frothy frenzy. She could hear the slick, clicking sounds of Max's cock as it pistoned through her cunt. Max's hands gripped her asscheeks hard, holding them, spreading them apart. And now he was using a finger to jam into her asshole. Yes, she could feel that digit spearing into her shitter, sending hot, dry shocks of pleasure and pain into her cunt. And all the time, Jack was filling her mouth with his filthy cock, pillowing his balls up against her chin, filling her nostrils with his wiry cockhairs once more. "Man, she's sucking me off," Jack groaned, his face slackening as Cindy's tongue began to work frantically, fluttering over his prick. "Yeah, man, she's somethin' else... a real whore! We're gonna have lots of fun with her here." "Ohhhhhh!" Yes, he was right. She was no better than the whores that walked Hollywood Boulevard at night. She was turning onto this vile attack, loving this rape. And how she loved it! Oh, God, how she loved having her cunt speared this way, her mouth spread open by that cock. Cindy wanted to feel Max's cum burn into her pussy. She wanted to feel Jack's jizz filling her mouth, choking her as it slid down to her belly. She felt it, felt the burning jizz shoot out of Max's prickhead and scald the walls of her pussy. At the same time, that sadistic fiend was twisting his finger around and around in her shitter, the nail threatening to tear the tight, slick lining. "Nooofoffffff!" Cindy's ass slammed against Max with a wild force as she felt him swaying on top of her. His hands seemed to be everywhere, his fingers gripping her ass, pinching her thighs, squeezing her tits. She was surrounded by prick, her body impaled on cockmeat. Jack was fucking her mouth more frantically, his eyes wide as he watched his buddy go crazy over the girl. "Oh, man, man, gonna shoot in her fuckin' mouth... uhhh... gonna do it!" Jack's voice was strained, pained. Cindy could taste more and more of his pre-cum oozing into her mouth. And then steady, pulsing streams of jizz splashed over her teeth, spattering against the back of her throat, then sliding slimily down toward her belly. Again and again he shot, filling her mouth, making, her cheeks puff out. Cindy couldn't swallow it all, there was so much. It frothed out around the corners of her stretched mouth, oozing out with her spit. She coughed, choked, gasped for breath around the jerking cock buried in her mouth. Cindy could feel his fat, red prickhead rubbing up against her tonsils as more cum squirted out of his piss-slit and filled her mouth. And then her own climax came rushing, a roar from hell burning her cunt. It was as if someone had touched her cunt with a drop of acid, that acid triggering her violent climax. She screamed and yowled like a cat, jerking her ass up and down, silently begging for more sensation, for more cock. Max laughed at her reaction, slapping her back, her asscheeks, the back of her skull as she came and came and came. How long her climax lasted, Cindy had no idea. She was off in another world for what seemed like hours. Her head exploded again and again while her body drank in that wonderful jism shooting from those two hard cocks. When she came to, she found Jack had already pulled his prick from her mouth. Max was withdrawing his cock from her pussy, rubbing his callused fingertips along the sensitive under swells of her asscheeks. She could feel his fingernails coming dangerously close to her asshole, and then remembered how he had fucked her shitter with one of his fingers. How awful! She had entered the elevator, thinking she was going to a room to begin her rehabilitation. Instead, she had been raped, violated in the most foul, violent way. And what was so unthinkable was that she had enjoyed it. "Come on, baby. I don't want the staff thinkin' anything was goin' on between us," Max said, pulling his prick out of her cunt with a squishy pop. Cindy lay on the floor exhausted, her hair curtaining her still-flushed face. Reality began to trickle in. Why was she stretched out naked like this, her body violated, these men staring down at her and laughing at her dismay? Slowly she turned her head away from the men, sobbing quietly, feeling as if the world, the universe had turned malevolently against her for no apparent reason. "Get up and get dressed," Max growled, stepping back into his white uniform trousers and zipping up. Cindy pushed herself upon all fours, her tits hanging sexily down from her upper chest. She wiped the back of one hand across her lips, still able to taste and even smell Jack's prick juice. Cum oozed from her open cunt as she stood up, shaking the hair from her eyes. "What've you done to me? Oh, God, I'm going to tell... I swear," she said, staring tearfully at the unfeeling attendants. Max's eyes narrowed as he threw her skirt, blouse, panties and bra into her face. He stepped forward, laying a firm hand on her shoulders and nearly pushing her back down to the floor once more. "Before we get this fuckin' car goin' again, there's one thing I want you to know," he said, pushing his face against hers. Cindy flinched, hugging her torn clothing tightly to her body. "You ain't gonna tell no one about this. And even if you did," he said, turning and smiling at Jack standing behind him, "It wouldn't do no fuckin' good. This is Hannah Manor, not some dumb state place with officials stickin' their fuckin' noses in. Ain't no one's complained about the results here -- no one." Max's wards sounded terrible, coming from him. Cindy couldn't believe it. No one said a word? She was certain there had been other girls violated this way by Max and Jack, and no one complained? It was difficult to believe. She turned her face away from Max, trembling under the cold, steady gaze of his eyes. "So, if you cooperate you can have a lotta fun here. But," he added, his eyes slitting forbiddingly, "if you fuck up, you ain't seen nothin' yet." He let her go, standing at the rear of the car as Cindy dressed hurriedly. She wanted to get away from these men, away from their horrible stares. She had to be alone, to think about what had happened to her. These men, their rape, their words all confused her. Sliding her torn panties over her injured pussy, Cindy felt her hot, cum-smeared cuntlips pressing against the cool nylon crotch panel. The resulting sensation was shockingly good! But she couldn't let the men know. Shaking off the feeling, she finished dressing, then felt the car begin its continuing upward journey. The Manor, from what she could tell, was almost medieval in structure. There were tall, cathedral-style ceilings in the corridors, and always the faint smell of antiseptic in the air. She hadn't seen any other patients yet, although Cindy was certain they were nearby. After all, her very best friend was imprisoned here. Imprisoned? Yes, that was a good word, an accurate word to describe what it was like to be here. As she stepped into her small ten-by-fifteen room, Cindy felt she was being imprisoned for some hideous crime. "Your luggage is there," Max said, kicking the door shut and speaking to her through a small wired opening at the top of the door. "You'll find your uniform in the locker." Cindy looked around. Next to the small narrow iron-posted bed was a green metal locker, the door shiny and newly painted. A chair was the only, other furniture, in the otherwise sterile room. She had seen more warmly furnished rooms in pictures of Nazi concentration camps. "Doc Endicott'll come down around here in about an hour for your first interview," Jack said, leering at her. "Yeah, and don't forget. You ain't gonna say nothin' about what happened to you in the elevator, right?" Cindy nodded her head up and down, willing to agree to anything to be alone. "Good, baby, good. I think we're gonna have us one hell of a time... until you're cured." Both men broke out laughing wildly at the last pronouncement, walking quickly away from her room. Cindy turned, letting the hot tears flow readily now. Raped and violated in the mouth by... oh, the thought of it now only made her sick with shame! "Oh, my God, my God, what have I done?" she whimpered, throwing herself over the narrow bed and burying her flushed face in the pillow. Cindy moved her knees together, feeling the slippery slide of her cuntlips against one another. It was a horrid reminder of what she'd done, of how she had let those men fuck her. Two hours passed quickly. Dr. Endicott arrived as Max had predicted, as cold as ever, telling her sharply to get dressed, then showing her the various facilities nearby -- washroom, shower area, dining hall down the way. "Of course, everything here is regulated," Dr. Endicott said, stopping in front of her office door. Cindy felt so vulnerable once more, just as she'd felt when Max and Jack closed the elevator door behind her. "Is everything all right?" "Oh, yes, yes, Dr. Endicott!" Cindy gasped, remembering what Max and Jack had said. "Fine. Then come in. I want to acquaint you with some more of our policies." They entered Alicia Endicott's office, the setting sun adding a peculiar pall to the setting. Against the back wall, near a tall wide case filled with medical books, was an enormous fireplace with gargoyles carved into the surrounding molding. Cindy felt chilled just staring at the hideous thing. Two throne-like chairs flanked either side of the fireplace, their faded-gold upholstery contrasting oddly with the dark-blue carpeting covering the floor. Dr. Endicott sat behind her large desk, sifting through several papers and reading in a monotone voice finally about the various disciplinary rules. "... and at no time are patients to question the authority of the doctors, nurses or attendants at the hospital." Hospital? Is that what she called this place? Cindy nearly laughed. She remembered how she had squirmed and bucked under Max's attack. Would Dr. Endicott call that part of her treatment? She kept still, sitting primly in front of the doctor with her hands meekly folded in her lap. "Is everything clear now, dear?" "Yes, Doctor." Cindy felt her stomach growling with hunger. Only now did she realize that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. The idea of going to Hannah Manor had upset her so much that she couldn't even think of having lunch. It must be fiv