Brat's Discipline: Extreme Taboo Erotica E-Book

Pearl Tillman

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.

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Cindy's mother and father were shocked to their roots when they learned the sordid details about what was going on at school behind their backs. As law-abiding, God-fearing people, they felt it was their duty to punish their daughter in some way. All the Jetsons and all the Jet-Savers were in jail. But Cindy was too young.
Mr. and Mrs. Farmer inquired of discreet friends what they might do with their naughty little girl. The answer was the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls, about a hundred miles away. Regina Fairfield, they were told, was a reputable woman of about fifty years of age with great experience dealing with unruly girls. Her late husband, it was said, had been a policeman for twenty years.
Cindy learned much later that Mr. Fairfield had never been a policeman. Until his death in 1980 he had been an executioner -- the man who pulled the switch to the electric chair on condemned criminals in the state prison.
When it came time to ship Cindy to her home away from home, her parents were abject but determined. "This is for your own good," her father assured her, giving her a farewell kiss.
Her mother hugged her and cried a few tears and sniffled. "If you had only been a good girl Cindy. Now see what you've brought on yourself? Please do well at the home, darling. Mrs. Fairfield is there to teach you all the things your father and I can't."

Leseprobe

Brat's Discipline

Pearl Tillman

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

At first the older girls laughed at her for even dreaming of becoming a Jet-Saver -- the female arm of the Jetsons, a gang of senior high boys who preferred orgies to baseball. The tough Jet-Savers, in their leather jackets and tight denims, scoffed at Cindy and ridiculed her. She was only a tenth-grader, beneath them, too naive, too young. But Cindy proved them wrong.She hounded the older girls so often that they finally -- laughingly -- agreed to let her try to pass their initiation tests. Every chick had to undergo the same trials before she could become a Jet-Saver. Cindy proudly and confidently accepted the challenge.To the girls' surprise Cindy passed every damned test. She stole a teacher's wallet, the first test. She spit into the face of a female teacher, the second test. She defied school and parental authority without flinching or crying like a baby, the third test. Then came test number four, the biggest and the most secret.Sworn to secrecy, Cindy had to suck the cock of every member of the Jetsons. The vital test took place in an abandoned warehouse, supervised by the Jet-Savers. The guys lined up against a wall and Cindy had to kneel before them, one at a time, and blow them until they shot their wads down her throat.Feeling frisky and looking foxy, Cindy attacked the test with her usual verve and enthusiasm. Without batting an eye, she knelt dutifully before each guy and took his prick out. She licked and lapped and sucked each cock until the guy was groaning with tremendous release. Then she crawled over to the second, guy, then the third, the fourth, the fifth. Her sexy young mouth sucked and sucked her throat gulped and gulped hot jism. The Jet-Savers looked on with growing admiration as the young girl blew eighteen cocks in a row.After the eighteenth prick had pumped its creamy come into her mouth, Cindy got to her feet feeling proud and accomplished. She grinned lewdly at the older girls and wiped jism away from her pouting young lips and jutting tits.She felt older after eating eighteen stiff cocks, and she haughtily claimed her membership in the Jet-Savers. The older girls laughed together but accepted her into their raunchy club. Cindy was happy.But she never got to enjoy that membership. She had come into a secret organization after it had been active for almost four years. She didn't know it, but the Jetsons and the Jet-Savers were into more than private little orgies. They had branched out into pornographic film-making. The Jetsons and the Jet-Savers starred in these hot flicks and they made money hand over fist -- until the bust.Cindy was home on that Friday night, preparing for her first orgy. Now that she was a Jet-Saver she could join in the fun. She told her parents she was going to a church service across town. In her bedroom she removed her bra and panties and wore only a short mini dress for the exciting occasion. That's when the juvenile authorities showed up at the door.Cindy's mother and father were shocked to their roots when they learned the sordid details about what was going on at school behind their backs. As law-abiding, God-fearing people, they felt it was their duty to punish their daughter in some way. All the Jetsons and all the Jet-Savers were in jail. But Cindy was too young.Mr. and Mrs. Farmer inquired of discreet friends what they might do with their naughty little girl. The answer was the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls, about a hundred miles away. Regina Fairfield, they were told, was a reputable woman of about fifty years of age with great experience dealing with unruly girls. Her late husband, it was said, had been a policeman for twenty years.Cindy learned much later that Mr. Fairfield had never been a policeman. Until his death in 1980 he had been an executioner -- the man who pulled the switch to the electric chair on condemned criminals in the state prison.When it came time to ship Cindy to her home away from home, her parents were abject but determined. "This is for your own good," her father assured her, giving her a farewell kiss.Her mother hugged her and cried a few tears and sniffled. "If you had only been a good girl Cindy. Now see what you've brought on yourself? Please do well at the home, darling. Mrs. Fairfield is there to teach you all the things your father and I can't."No matter what her mother and father said about Regina Fairfield, Cindy hated the woman's guts even before seeing her. Once she saw the lady, she hated her more.She arrived at a country estate that seemed to be miles from everything. Huge black gates swung open and closed behind the car with a clang of finality. Cindy noticed with some misgivings that the gates and the fences were all electrified.The big car pulled up to a huge mansion-like home. Cindy was ushered through more gates that were always locked and apparently electrified. Inside the house, the doors were locked securely behind her. Cindy felt uneasy.Two young women appeared in white starched shirts and black miniskirts and knee high leather boots. They escorted her upstairs to a rather plush dormitory of about fifty beds. She was shown her bed and locker and her luggage was deposited there. She was permitted to go to the bathroom when she said she had to take a piss.In the bathroom was a girl, younger than herself, who looked absolutely spineless. She looked weak and fearful and meek. It was then that Cindy realized that so far every girl she'd seen there looked the same way."What kind of place is this?" Cindy asked the girl after she took her leak. "You look frightened."The girl was frightened. Her dark eyes shot a hurried glance ceiling ward and her lips quivered. Cindy looked up and saw a closed circuit camera. "Well, I'll be damned," she murmured. "Big Brother watches.""It's no joke," the girl whispered, pretending to wash her hands at a sink."I can see that," Cindy muttered. "But why are you so chicken? Cripes, it's just a home run by a little old lady. And you didn't get here because you're a sweet little thing. Where's your balls? Everybody looks so damned docile around here!"The girl gasped to hear these words. She turned and hurried away from the newcomer. But as she passed Cindy, she rasped, "Obey. Obey her. God -- obey her!" Then she was gone.Cindy wondered about that for a moment. Then she peered up at the eye of the watchful camera. She grinned defiantly and stuck her thumb to her nose. Then she walked out of the bathroom.The two matrons walked her out of the dormitory and down the stairs to the private offices of Regina Fairfield who was waiting for her.The woman stood up behind her huge oaken desk when Cindy was brought to her. Cindy looked her over. She was fifty all right, as thin as a rail and a titless wonder. Regina Fairfield was wearing a uniform of some kind, a starched, well-pressed shirt tucked tightly into the same color greenish pants, well-creased. Around her slim waist was a thick, two-inch wide belt. Her black eyes were wild-looking, her neck skinny, her thin mouth tight-lipped. To Cindy she looked like a woman who might have run a female concentration camp in Nazi Germany."Welcome to Fairfield, Cindy," Mrs. Fairfield greeted. Her eyes probed the girl's, looking for something.Cindy stared right back at her, her chin held high. Anger rose in her and her taut young tits rose, too, as she breathed hotly. "Save your God damned welcomes," she snarled. "Who do you think you are? What kind of a place is this anyway? All these girls should be home with their parents, no matter what they did. What right do you have to keep us here?"Surprisingly enough, Regina Fairfield smiled. Cindy didn't like that smile. It looked evil. She'd rather the woman got mad."Every right in the world, my dear," the woman said slowly and softly. "I have the authority right here, signed by your distraught parents. They have placed you in my care and I intend to care for you whether you like it or not.""Fuck you?" Cindy blurted.The woman laughed and her dark eyes sparkled with something that looked like absolute glee. Cindy couldn't understand that. There didn't seem to be any anger in this creature. Just slow methodical calculation. Something icy ran up and down Cindy's spine."Fuck," Mrs. Fairfield said, as if tasting the word. "An interesting term. All you young girls use it these days. Do you like to fuck, Cindy?""That's none of your fucking business!""On the contrary, child. That is my business. You are here for sexual misconduct, are you not? Oh, yes, your sex-life is my business.""It is not!""I see in your file that you sucked off eighteen boys. Ambitious of you, wasn't it?""I refuse to talk to you about things like that," Cindy countered. "That's my private life.""Wrong," Regina Fairfield said calmly. "Totally wrong of you, Cindy. You do not have a private life here. For the duration of your stay with us your private life is the life I'm going to give you."Cindy's fury mounted and her tits rose and fell with her labored breathing. She had meant to remain cool and calm and show this bitch just who the boss was, but something was radically wrong now. Regina Fairfield was in complete control of the situation because she wasn't losing her cool. Not at all. She looked frozen."Another tough one," one of the matrons said."Yes," Mrs. Fairfield agreed, eyeing Cindy up and down. "But we know how to handle tough chicks here.""Can I go now?" Cindy asked. She wanted to appear bored with them, bored and uncaring."You don't go anywhere around here unless I say so," the woman said evenly. "You go when I tell you to." Her eyes took on a luster as she added, "And you come when I tell you to."Cindy caught the inflection in her flat voice. So that was it! She felt proud of herself. She looked around the room, through the windows, then back to the woman."What's going on here? You're talking about sex. There are no men around here. What are you into? Lesbianism? Well, go ahead, lick my cunt all you want. I love it!"The woman and the matrons simply stared at her. Cindy didn't know that she was digging a hole for herself as she gave away her thoughts."I can smell sex a mile away, lady," she sneered. "I can tell a dirty old man a block away. I wasn't born yesterday. If you think you can threaten me with fucking or lesbian sucking, you've got another thought coming. Sex doesn't scare me."Her mind flashed on the frightened little girl in the bathroom. "Is that what you use for punishment on these little chicks? Shit! Sex hasn't bothered me much since I started fucking years ago!""Yes," Regina Fairfield said with a crooked smile, "a woman of the world, aren't you?""A regular swinger," one of the matrons giggled."A real hard-ass," said the other.Regina Fairfield straightened her shoulders and said, "I run a tight ship around here, Cindy. Some of the girls behave and never learn about my discipline methods. But I can see you want to get right to it.""I don't give a damn what you do to me," Cindy retorted. "You don't scare me. I ain't one of those meek little kids you have here.""We'll see about that," Mrs. Fairfield said with a smile. "I certainly can't have you influencing the others with your rebelliousness. I guess we will have to teach you a lesson right away. We like order around here. We do not tolerate upheaval and disobedience.""Shove it up your ass," Cindy said.The woman heaved a sigh. She came around the desk and Cindy thought she might slap her face. But she didn't. She grinned at Cindy. "Bring her along, girls," she said, and walked by. The two matrons took Cindy by the arms and Cindy was amazed at how strong their grip was. Were they dykes? Or what? What in hell was going on around line?She was led out of the luxurious offices and across a plush carpet to a rear door. It opened onto stairs down which Cindy was half-led, half-pulled. At the bottom of the steps was another door. This opened, to Cindy's amazement, upon a luxurious rumpus room.Even as she was yanked across the plush carpeting, Cindy noted that the renovated basement was beautiful, furnished well with comfortable overstuffed chairs and sofas. The walls were papered in pink, and the lighting seemed dimly red.The two matrons led Cindy across the room to what looked like a huge square of wood full of holes. She soon discovered what the holes were for. She was placed with her back to the large platform. Her wrists were manacled above her head to the board, then her ankles were cuffed. The cuffs were fur-lined."We don't like to leave any marks," Regina Fairfield said with a slow simile.Cindy found herself spread-eagled on the board, her arms and legs stretched wide, like a big X. "What are you going to do to me?" she demanded, still defiant. Her blue eyes shot sparks, she was so angry.Mrs. Fairfield chuckled. Cindy eyed her with new suspicion. What was the old bitch laughing about? What had Cindy gotten herself into?Cindy saw the woman nod her head at one of the girls. The matron went across the room to a side door and gripped the knob. Genuine fear began to rise in Cindy as her fertile young imagination started to work. What was behind that ominous-looking door? A man? Some kind of sexual pervert that Regina Fairfield used to rape disobedient girls? Or was she to be whipped? What?The matron opened the door and leaned inside and called out something. Cindy's eyes stared hurtfully as her heart raced behind her rapidly rising and falling tits. She shot a glance at the wicked-looking supervisor of the isolated home and wondered what perversion burned in her mind. Cindy was sure of one thing -- this had something to do with sex. Mrs. Fairfield seemed much too interested in the sex-lives of her prisoners.So Cindy braced herself. Okay, she said to herself, bring it on. I don't give a fuck what you do. You're not going to frighten me. At least you'll never know if I'm frightened!"Like a fox," Regina Fairfield murmured, and her coal-black eyes fixed on Cindy's. She gave another nod of her head and somehow the board Cindy was cuffed to began to tilt backward, further and further. When she was in a prone position, the whole apparatus began to noiselessly sink to the floor.Cindy stared in disbelief as the two matrons knelt beside her. They bent over her and opened the front of her dress. They exposed her luscious, pink and white tits and slowly caressed them, teasing her nipples until she wiggled."What are you doing?" Cindy spit angrily."Get your fucking hands off of me! You have no right to touch me like this? Stop that!"Cindy's head snapped back and forth she glared at each girl. She warned them, yelled at them, cursed them, but the matrons went on kneading and mauling her proud, jutting tits. It was then that Cindy first noticed something that gave her a weird chill up her back. The beautiful matrons never looked at her face or into her eyes. It was as if only her tits existed, and each girl concentrated on arousing one of them."What is this?" Cindy screeched, feeling her tits hardening. The girls' gentle fingers were making her pink nipples stiffen erotically. "Stop this! How dare you! You fucking lesbian perverts? Get your God damned hands off my tits!"It was as if she had not spoken, almost as if she weren't even there, only her precious tits. Regina Fairfield settled on a comfy sofa and stuck a cigarette into a silver holder. She lit up and blew smoke, her eyes riveted on the hands of her matrons who were slowly manipulating Cindy's taut young tits.This Fairfield technique had its purpose. It undermined a girl's sense of identity. What the cuffed girl said or yelled or screamed mattered not at all. Everyone else in the room was interested only in her luscious tits. This focus of attention on an imprisoned girl's tits soon forced the prisoner to feel unimportant. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but feel the importance of her tits. She herself was soon concentrating on her tits, slowly teased and aroused and beginning to tingle.Cindy didn't know what was happening to her. All she knew was that these chicks must be some kind of perverts in the power of the head pervert, Regina Fairfield. Little did she know that there was a profound meaning to the woman's methods.The matrons' deft fingers soon had Cindy panting. She couldn't take too much of their teasing hands running up and down and over her thrusting tits. Her nipples tingled and her tits buzzed beneath their ministrations.It was even worse when the feminine hands slipped down her tensed belly to her thighs. Cindy screamed at them as they hiked her short dress up in front. She wasn't wearing panties, as usual. She saw Mrs. Fairfield smile knowingly when she saw Cindy's cute, furry cunt."Don't touch me there!" Cindy yelled.But two warm, female hands met at her pussy, their light fingers dancing over her pussy-lips, cunt-crack and clit. Her clit erected immediately as a fingertip teased it into life. The matrons mauled her tits with one hand while the others aroused her cunt. Cindy's body started twisting under the impact of these touches and feels and strokes. Her tits and pussy began to respond erotically against her will."Stop! Stop!" she cried, gasping for breath. "You have no right! Stop that! Get your God damned hands off me! I'll report all of you? I'll tell my father! Ohhh, stop that! You fucking bastards!"It was no use. The matrons and their leader were all staring directly at Cindy's sweet pussy as it grew anxious and vibrant under their teasing fingers.One of the matrons then moved up to her cunt and started to lick her wet clit and tease her even more.Cindy laughed suddenly and her tits jiggled under the relentless licking of their tongues. "What is, this?" she flung at her captor. "You call this punishment? Good God, it feels great!"If she thought her attitude would displease the woman, she was mistaken. Regina Fairfield and the pretty attendants looked highly pleased."Good," Mrs. Fairfield said. "I'm glad you like it."Cindy frowned as she looked from the matrons and the women to what they were doing to her aching tits and squirming cunt."This is it?" she panted, her tits and clit quivering. "This is why you brought me down here?"Cindy's eyes, slightly gleaming, searched the faces of her captors. New doubt gripped her senses. Her suspicions soared, but no one answered. Three pairs of female eyes watched her soaked pussy churn and twist and hump.Regina Fairfield finally smiled and asked, "How many orgasms have you had in a series?""What?" Cindy gasped. A laugh escaped her throat. "Oh, for Christ's sake, is that what you're up to? You're gonna torture me with orgasms? That's hilarious! Be my guest! You wanna see me come? Well... here!"Laughing erotically, Cindy arched her back and screwed her saliva-coated pussy round and round on the lapping tongue. Her eyes closed and her sexy mouth fell open loosely as wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through her hot belly. Her cunt flooded violently as she came wetly and happily.Cindy shrieked as the matrons' tongue got her off. Her hot cunt felt totally ravished by her tongue. The other matron came up and started to lick her clit as the other moved to her asshole. Her whole body vibrated and jerked wildly as she came profusely.Cindy's senses reeled as they always did when she came. Being an orgasmic young girl, she thoroughly enjoyed her comes. Now her smile revealed the exquisite pleasure she was enjoying as the two matrons' tongues attacked her juicing, writhing cunt."Ohhhh," she moaned softly, giving herself completely to this greatest of female pleasures.She often moaned this way when she came, marking the climax of her shuddering orgasm. Under normal circumstances she would simply bathe in the afterglow of her erotic pleasure. But now her curvy young body could not collapse in shivers of ecstasy. The matrons' were still licking her pussy and asshole."I came!" Cindy shrieked, trying to twist her cunt away from their crazy tongues. "Stop! I came! You saw it! Ohhh, stop them!"The two matrons' crowded between her open legs and stuffed their wet mouths into her wrenching crotch. Cindy's pretty head rocked helplessly on her shoulders. She gasped and grunted as the hungry girls ate her drenched pussy."Wh-what are you doing?" she panted, her wrists and ankles tugging at their cuffs. She forced her heavy eyes open and saw the matrons and Mrs. Fairfield gazing steadily at her convulsing pussy. "What kind of people are you?" she gasped as the duo of matron tongues assaulted her cunt. "Stop them... please!"Cindy had had her cunt licked plenty of times, but only until she came. No boy had ever sucked her clit or lapped her pussy once she got her cookies. What was happening to her now was completely new, weird, and a little scary."Stop them, stop them!" she pleaded. "Ohhh, no more!"One of the attendants whistled. The two matrons groveled at Cindy's defenseless cunt. They bared their teeth, and started to nibble on her tender flesh of her pussylips, fuck-hole and clit."Oh, no!" Cindy gasped. She lifted her head and peered wide-eyed over the thrust of her heaving tits at the brutal girls biting her cunt.The new feelings were more than she could stand. They naughtily bit her glistening, quivering clit and nipped it lightly. The sensation was fantastic. Cindy's head fell back with a thump. Her eyes rolled. Her tits lifted and arched. And her crotch trembled uncontrollably as their teeth nibbled her ass-cheeks, pussy-lips and clit."Oh, my God!" she gasped as she felt what was really happening to her. Unlike the sex to which she had become accustomed, there was no blessed relief after coming, no sweet after pleasure. She realized that she was still coming and the power of her orgasm was excruciating.Her eyes closed and her tongue lolled out of her drooling mouth. Her whole body jumped and jerked as the vicious matrons nibbled her most sensitive flesh. Her cute ass jerked to escape their teeth, butt the movement only pushed her stiff, wet clit into the mouth of the other girl. She screamed."They'll rip it apart!" she shrieked. "Oh, dear God, they're tearing my pussy to pieces!""Not at all, my dear," she heard Mrs. Fairfield say calmly. "They're trained, you know.""Why are you doing this to me?" Cindy sobbed, her constant orgasm boggling her mind. "Stop them! Please! I can't take any more!""But they've only just begun, Cindy," the woman taunted. "You're the little sex-fiend. Enjoy it. Surely you like your pussy eaten.""Please!" Cindy gasped, coming wildly. Her cute young fuck-hole flushed with copious liquid which the nibbling girls constantly drank out of her. "I'm still coming! Ohhh, stop them! Please! I'll be good! I swear!""What's this?" Regina Fairfield laughed. "Don't you like our method of discipline? I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. You're a feisty little bitch, apt to upset our little applecart here. We can't have that. I think we should go on a little longer with the punishment.""No, noooo," Cindy wailed.Then great rushes of intense cunt-pleasure stopped her words. She gagged as her hot pussy jerked and humped helplessly under the relentless doggie onslaught. Tongues and teeth worked together at her asshole and cunt to drive her out of her mind. Her lovely blonde pussy creamed hotly.A low whistle sent two of the dogs back up to her tense young tits. Cindy gasped as their tongues licked her bursting nipples and she came harder on the larger dog's voracious mouth."No more!" she choked. But the nibbling and munching and licking continued. The girls were tireless, eager and excited.Five minutes went by. Ten. eighteen. Cindy thought she'd die of pure pleasure. She couldn't stand this high pitch of sexual joy. Her young body and mind weren't equipped to handle such an intense degree of erotic pleasure.Her hot ass tossed around. Her tits jerked and trembled. Her belly tightened end heaved as her burning cunt wrenched and humped and drooled lots of cum.Cindy's asshole quivered against nipping teeth and a licking tongue. Her pussy churned violently as it produced more and more joy-juice.They watched steadily as the young girl's curvy body twisted and turned, jerked and arched. They watched coolly as Cindy's tits heaved and tossed. They watched with interest as her sopping cunt dribbled an endless supply of hot, silky fluids.After forty-five minutes of this incredible torture, the hapless, breathless girl looked like she was going to pass out. Her body relaxed and limp and the two girls drank deeply from her leaking pussy. When her cunt was fresh and pink again, Regina Fairfield got to her feet and stood over the girl. The girls were called off and the woman smiled with satisfaction."Do you think you can behave today?" she asked."I will!" Cindy gasped, shuddering from head to toe. "Please! No more!""This is just the beginning, Cindy if you misbehave again, you will find that we don't tolerate disobedience here. You have been entrusted to my care. When you leave here you are going to be a different girl, or my name isn't Regina Fairfield. Do you understand my meaning?"Cindy managed to get her eyes open. She gazed up at the tall, stern woman and panted, "Yes, yes, please... let me go."Mrs. Fairfield grinned crookedly. "Very well," she said slowly. "But don't think for one minute that you have me fooled, young lady. I've dealt with incorrigible teenagers like you before. I know your type. You'll be in trouble before the day is out. You're a wiseass, Cindy, a conceited, proud little bitch who needs plenty of discipline."A nod of the woman's head sent the pretty matrons to Cindy's sex-drenched body. They unshackled her wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet. Her knees buckled but the two strong females kept her up."Come along, baby," one of them said.Cindy was helped out of the room and up the stairs to the dormitory. The two matrons guided her to her cot and stretched her out on it. They said something to her but Cindy couldn't hear them. Her ears were ringing after an orgasm like that.Slowly, very slowly, Cindy's senses returned to her. Two young girls came into the dormitory, a cute redhead and a foxy brunette."Oh, hi," the brunette said as she and her friend approached Cindy's bed. "You must be the new girl.""Cindy.""I'm Sheila. This is Connie."After quick introductions, Cindy sat up on her cot. "Where did you two just come from?" she wanted to know."Upstairs," Sheila said."Upstairs? You mean there's another floor to this place?""Oh, yes. This place is huge.""What were you doing up there?" Cindy asked."Painting," Sheila replied. Seeing the frown on the new girl's face, she explained. "We have art classes here. Music classes, too.""And dance classes," the redhead put it. She struck a seductive pose that was supposed to represent a ballet gesture.Cindy couldn't believe her eyes or her ears. "Have either of you ever been downstairs?" she asked.The redhead immediately turned and walked away. The brunette almost did, but she paused and peered at Cindy. "We don't talk about that," she murmured."Don't talk about it!" Cindy screeched. She leapt to her feet and glared at the girl. "Are you nuts? Do you know what happened to me down there? What kind of a joint is this? The God damned place is run by a witch and a group of Nazi cheerleaders! If she did to you what she did to me, I don't see why.""Stop!" the brunette screamed. "You're the one that's crazy! I told you we don't talk about that! You want to get me into trouble? You self-centered bitch! Is that all you can think about is yourself?"Sheila's outburst thoroughly confused Cindy. "I-I don't understand," she stammered."And you never will if you don't shape up!" Sheila fired at her.Cindy wanted to argue. Her pouting lips parted but no words came out of her sexy mouth. Her blue eyes darted between the brunette and the redhead across the room. How strange they seemed! Afraid? Yes, she decided, these poor girls were frozen with fear.Cindy didn't know it, but it wasn't fear that kept the girls' lips sealed. Not at all. It was secrecy."That will be all girls," a voice said from the doorway.Cindy's eyes widened as the two matrons from downstairs approached, looking sharp and capable. "Oh, no," she whimpered, remembering their vicious attack on her cunt.Sheila and Connie quickly vacated the dormitory. The two matrons moved up to Cindy. The taller one said, "Sit down, Farmer."Cindy perched her little ass on the edge of her cot and peered up at her keepers with dread. A slow, rising fear kept her mouth shut."You'll never learn, will you?" the matron said."I-I was just talking to them," Cindy answered."They told you not to talk about downstairs. Now shut up and listen. We'll tell you this only once."The matrons sat to each side of Cindy, hemming her in to get her undivided attention. The spokeswoman of the duo said, "This is Dormitory A. Over there is Dormitory B."She pointed out the window and Cindy looked outside. In the distance, near another building, she saw about twelve pretty girls happily playing volley ball."They graduated from here," her teacher said.Cindy couldn't believe her eyes. How could those girls be so happy in this place? And what about those classes upstairs? Sheila had made the place sound like a nice girls' school. The chicks across the way made it look like a fun resort! Yet Cindy had been shackled in a luxurious basement where two wild girls had munched her tits and cunt. It made no sense to her."This is crazy," she said.The matron doing the talking fumed. Her green eyes flared and her pointed tits thrust in her white shirt. "I said shut up and listen! You would have learned all this in Mrs. Fairfield's office the moment she arrived. But no, you're a wise little bitch who thinks she knows it all. When we tell you to shut up -- shut up!""No!" Cindy shouted, getting to her feet and pulling away from them. "Who the hell do you think you are? I want to go home! Let me out of here! I'll report every fucking one of you!"The matron looked at her partner. She smiled. "What do you think?" she asked."Why not?" the other replied.Cindy frowned at their coded conversation. Her frown deepened when both matrons looked up at the ceiling. Cindy followed their gaze and saw more of the cameras tucked in corners of the large dormitory ceiling. A small red light flashed three times. A signal, Cindy realized. But what did it mean to the matrons?A second later she found out. The matrons grabbed her slim wrists and pulled her across the cot, pinning her down. One hiked her dress way up and plastered her mouth against Cindy's surprised pussy. The other mauled her tits and kissed her mouth hotly.Cindy gasped through the raunchy kiss. It took her a moment to realize what the women were doing to her. Then she struggled against them -- and against her own sudden, overwhelming feelings. The strange session with the dogs had left her body helplessly susceptible to sex. Her tits ached beneath the matron's caressing hand. Her pussy wanted to hump at the other woman's mouth because she was tonguing Cindy's wet cunt.The tit-loving matron broke the fiery kiss and rasped, "Why not just relax and enjoy us?"Cindy's blushing face reddened even more with anger. "Get the fuck off me! You fucking lesbians!""We aren't lesbians, you asshole," the matron woman said rather calmly, smiling. "We're just here to teach you a little obedience. You have to learn to accept things as they are here at Fairfield. Surrender, Cindy, and start living a good life."Cindy couldn't believe her twat. A slithery wet tongue, soft and feminine, drilled into her open pussy; she kicked at the pussy-sucking woman and shoved the other away from her aching tits."You fucking bastards aren't gonna rapes me!" she screamed hotly, twisting to escape their clutches. She never made it.The soft, feminine women used their hidden strength and easily subdued the struggling teenager. They pinned her to the bed and, instead of attacking her sexy body the way Cindy expected, they both looked upward. Cindy saw the red light flash once."Okay, Miss Bitch," one of the matrons said. "Come with us."They pulled Cindy to her feet effortlessly and once again the girl felt fear. These apparently gentle women were terribly strong when they needed to be."Wh-where are you taking me?" Cindy gasped as the attendants dragged her down the length of the dorm."Now where do you think?" the matrons sneered. The other chuckled lewdly."No!" Cindy screeched as she was pulled through the door. "Not that again! Please! No!""That's not going to happen to you again," her captor said. "That didn't work, did it? You're still a wise little bitch. We have something better for the likes of you."Cindy screamed and kicked all the way down to the dangerous rumpus room. By the time the trio reached it, Cindy was sobbing.