Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “What are you going to do to me now?” Krystal asked, her voice barely a whisper. She hated to ask the question, fearful of the answer. But not knowing was worse.

  “That’s up to Mike. He’s put the program together for us and you. I imagine there’ll be some whipping,” Linda said, rubbing the back of her hand over Krystal’s pussy. The girl shivered again.

  “Whipping?” Krystal wailed. “But…”

  “That’s the way we train our girls. When you get out of here, you’ll be fully prepared for the outside world,” Linda said firmly.

  Krystal bit her lower lip, watching as Mike pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso and hairy chest. Krystal trembled, Linda’s words echoing in her head. Whipping? Discipline? Would this end? She struggled against the bonds one more time, feeling the ropes cutting her belly.

  The big stud was unhitching a small riding crop from a wooden hook in the wall. He tested its balance, swishing it in the air, always keeping his eyes on the trembling blonde teen.

  Krystal wanted to scream for help, but managed to say quietly: “Please, no… don’t touch me with that thing. I promise I’ll be good.”

  “You say that now, but you’d change after we left you. No,” he said, shaking his head with a smile, “you’ll have to go through the program like all the other girls.”

  “No… I… aiyyyeeeeee!”

  Without cocking his arm, he lashed one end of the crop savagely across Krystal’s belly. The girl let out a shriek, her eyes bugging out as she jerked hard against the ropes. Never, never had she felt anything like that before in her life! Her tummy burned from the savage attack, her muscles tightening until they cramped from the effort. Moving up, he rubbed the leather against her cheek, watching her eyes pop out, her head twitching from side to side as if she had palsy. Then with another blow he slashed the crop across her left cheekbone.

  “Yghghghhghghhhhh!”

  The force of the blow snapped her head to the right, making her neck muscles hurt from the strain. Krystal was completely adrift, unsure of what to think, of what to do. She was terror stricken. And all the while, that horrid crop was beating her, making her cry out with pain. Prom behind her she could hear the other girl cry out in sympathy. Linda barked out a command and the sobbing stopped. Three of them, trussed up like this, and all waiting for the beat of that crop against their bodies!

  Mike moved behind the post, seeing how her asscheeks spread out against it. Cocking his right arm back, he brought the riding crop down hard on her right asscheek, watching with unconcealed delight as the white flesh quickly turned red then purple. A small welt formed as Krystal let out another sobbing groan. She moved her wrists against one another, trying to force the ropes apart. All she was doing was chafing her skin badly. Mike brought down the crop a second, then a third, then a fourth time against her asscheeks, making them jiggle, crisscrossing them with long red marks and welts. Krystal howled banging her head against the post, yammering for help. Tears blinded her as she twisted and bounced against the wooden pillar behind.

  Mike was warming to the work. He moved in front of the girl once more, jerking the crop down hard against her right nipple. It was as if someone had torn the nub from her tit with one blow. Krystal let out another hellish scream, the muscles bulging against her flesh. Grinding her teeth, hating them all bitterly, she felt the pain in her belly and tits throb like a raw wound.

  Screwing her face into a mask of twisted hurt, Krystal slowly gained control over herself.

  “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself, Krystal? Do you enjoy having this done to you? Are you starting to know the meaning of discipline?”

  “Discipline? This isn’t any school! You’re just a bunch of sick people hurting me and the others just for your own pleasure,” she blurted out.

  “Hurting others, eh?” Mike said, amused by her defiance. “I like that spunk. Your mother had it. You know, your mother was the same way. She never gave in, even though I could see she was enjoying it.”

  “My mother? You did this to my mother?” Krystal sputtered.

  “Not exactly the same thing,” Mike confessed. “But close enough. Now we’re going to see just how much the two of you are alike.”

  Krystal sagged in her bonds. Her mother! Her mother had sold her out to this man! And now she had to suffer for it! All those tears in the office. Guilt, perhaps. But not the love she thought she had.

  “Bitch! Just like your mother. A bitch whore, one who needs to be taught lessons.”

  Mike lashed out again, nearly peeling a narrow strip of flesh from Krystal’s right tit. The girl writhed with the pain of the blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her perspiration trickling along her belly. Her belly button filled with the sweat, then let it trickle down into the top of her cuntal fur. Mike looked at her, licking his lips. He remembered the mother and wondered if the daughter was half as good.

  “Uhhhhhh!”

  Jabbing the blunt end of the crop into her belly, he knocked the wind from her, twisting the end around and around, reddening her flesh from the friction. “Yes, you’ll be fine. Just like your mother was — a whore’s whore.”

  With that, Mike reached down and grabbed a fistful of her cuntal hair, twisting the fur and her outer labes in his fist. The tearing sensation ripped through the girl like a blunt knife. She tried jerking her legs out, tried tearing her arms from the bonds, screaming at the big man who was driving this awful pain through her again and again. When she yammered too loudly, Mike lashed the crop over her face, her lips, the taps of her tits. Krystal couldn’t tell where he was beating her any longer. It was all so painful. She felt her hands going numb as the nerves bruised. Again, the girl screamed at him, dragging out curses she couldn’t remember having heard.

  As hard as Krystal tried to control herself, she only brought more pain to herself. The ropes cut her severely when she twisted so much. When she rose upward, the strokes of the crop crossed her nipples, burning into the tips like flaming sulfur.

  “I think you’re becoming aroused — just like your mother did. The more pain, the more pleasure. She found that out soon enough. And so will you,” Mike said.

  Krystal knew, on seeing that look he wore, that he was telling the truth. Oh, how she hated him! How, she hated her mother!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Oh stop it, stop it! I can’t take this any more! Please, oh please, don’t, don’t do this to me any more! You’re hurting me!”

  Krystal screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice hurting as the sound shrilled through the large room. The other girls began sobbing louder, twisting about as they watched the young teen tortured by the whip.

  “Hurts, does it?” Mike said, a savage smile twisting across his lips.

  “No, don’t, no more! No more!”

  “Take her down!”

  Linda pulled the ropes off roughly, pushing Krystal from the post. The girl stumbled forward, throwing her arms in front of her for support. Linda grabbed one roughly, twisting it back and up, pressing her knuckles against the small of her back while forcing her down onto the ground. The resulting pain in her upper arm made the teen think it was broken.

  “You’ll move here the way we want you to move,” Linda said, jerking the girl’s other arm around and holding her wrists together. “Now keep them that way.”

  Krystal knew it was hopeless to fight back. She bowed her head, her long hair curtaining her face as the woman wrapped a cord around her wrists, binding them together.

  “Now, crawl across the floor… now!”

  Krystal felt Linda’s shoe kick her in the ass, pushing her down onto the floor face-first.

  “I said crawl! This isn’t your damned bed!”

  Krystal struggled to her knees, still keeping her head bowed low. She began walking forward, the concrete floor hurting her terribly. She slid past the post to which she’d been bound earlier, past one of the roped teens, then finally to Mike. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair, jerking
her head up. Krystal groaned as he snatched the strands from her scalp. All she could think of now was ending this horrible session and getting back to a room where she could hide.

  “You’re over here now, baby. Stand up so we can finish your first lesson!”

  Over! Thank God, it was going to be aver! Almost letting out a cry of joy, Krystal braced herself against the big man, forcing herself to her feet. She stood there in front of him, knowing his eyes were raping her. Krystal fought back the tears and fear, knowing full well Mike was going to rape her some time while she was at this “school”. She prayed to God it wouldn’t be tonight. No, not tonight, not after all this horror.

  “You look a little dirty after your ordeal, Krystal. I think maybe you need something to clean you off before you go back to your room and think about what happened today.”

  “No, don’t!”

  Krystal wasn’t sure what they were talking about. But she could see from their sneers it would be horrible. Mike grabbed her by the throat, wheeling her around, his fingers bruising her flesh. Krystal felt icy panic grip her heart. She could hardly breathe, her feet seemed to give out beneath her as he pushed her back into the room. Behind her, Krystal could hear the others again, crying out for Mike to stop it as he strangled the teen.

  “Uhhhhhhh!”

  He let go, Krystal falling against something very hard and very cold. Turning her head about, she noticed it was, a tub of some sort.

  “Now, up we go.”

  His hands were on her again, rolling her into the tub, forcing her into a collapsed heap. Krystal shuddered, her flesh turning blue and breaking out into goosepimples. The cracked porcelain surface was terribly uncomfortable. Stretching out both legs, uncurling them, the girl twisted around until her spine was pressed against the curved back of the old-fashioned washtub. The backs of her calves shuddered as she waited far Mike to work his worst on her. He was standing by the side of the tub now, grinning at her. Linda was nowhere to be seen. Some louder screams from the front of the room told Krystal that Linda was busy with one of the other girls for the moment.

  He reached down, opened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Krystal drew back, staring up at him, her mouth opened in wonder. Mike held his cockhead in one hand, rolling it from finger to finger, enjoying the scene as Krystal squirmed uncomfortably under the shadow of his fat fucker.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “Your final lesson for the day, like I said, Krystal. You don’t believe me?”

  Was he going to make her fuck him? Was he going to make her, oh God in heaven, suck him? She shrank back, her small shoulders shuddering while the long red tips on her tits became stiff and hot from the surrounding porcelain. All sorts of thoughts raced through her head as she waited for Mike to make his move.

  “Gotta piss, you know? I’ve been working all this time with you and haven’t had a chance to go to the john. You understand what I’m talking about, Krystal?”

  “Please, don’t hurt me.”

  It was the only thing she could think of, feeling the ropes cutting into her wrist flesh again. He was bracing his knees just under the lip of the washtub now, a strange expression on his handsome face. Krystal focused her attention on his cock once more and noticed a clear drop appearing on his piss-slit. Another appeared and at that point the teen realized what he was going to do to her. She screamed, kicking her bare feet against the side of the tub, twisting around just as the yellowish stream cascaded over her tummy.

  “No! God, God, that’s sick! Stop it! Don’t do that to me!”

  Mike only laughed at her horror, his piss now a twisting thick yellowish stream spattering over her whip-scarred flesh. Krystal gagged, able to smell the stink of his urine already. She could hear some of it gurgling down the drain around her feet as she kicked and flailed against the sides of the tub. She could feel the hot, oily stream washing over her belly, then trickling into the thick blonde bush of her cunt before spattering onto her thighs. Pissed on! It had to be the ultimate humiliation! She shivered with revulsion, blinking her eyelids rapidly as Krystal felt the sour phlegm rising in her throat. It was then Mike stopped, flicking several droplets against her face. The girl spread her legs as far apart as she could, lifting her ass, trying to keep her body away from the filthy, piss-stained tub floor. The last of it finally trickled down the drain. Krystal heaved a sigh of relief. Now perhaps he would let her go.

  “Don’t go anywhere,” he cooed, leaning against the tub again and starting to piss on her once more.

  “Uhhhhhhh!”

  Krystal at this point wished she were dead. She bit her lips to keep from screaming with frustration and rage. The thin, hot yellowish spray stung her nipples, slicked through the valley between her tits, then stained her belly once again. She jerked her head around the moment she felt his piss beating against her chin.

  “No, you’re not cooperating, Krystal. You’re going to be here all night. And I thought you were making such good progress for a novice.”

  “No, not there, not in my mouth!”

  Mike backhanded her twice, knocking her head against the side of the tub. There were more slaps across the side of the face until Krystal finally came around. At that moment, she would have sold her mother to Satan to stop the painful beating. Mike nodded with approval, jerking her head back.

  “Now, open those pretty lips. I wanna see that mouth, Krystal. Do as you’re told.”

  His voice was calm, only the slightest tremor betraying just how excited he was. Krystal closed her eyes, taking in a deep, panting breath. Her tits slapped together as she squirmed on the piss, and did as she was told. It was just when he began to piss once more that Krystal realized her cunt was tingling. The pissing scene, to her amazement, was starting to arouse her!

  “Now, open your eyes and look right at me. Yes, that’s the right way.”

  The piss started again. Mike was directing the stream along her chin, then moving it up until it was shooting into her mouth.

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

  “Hot, Krystal? You want to do something about it?”

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

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

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

  His quarters? She thought it would be all over!

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “You’re stalling, Krystal. Believe me, Mike’ll notice that and make you pay dearly for it.”

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

  “In here.”

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

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

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

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

  “I don’t want it,” Krystal whispered, shying away from his touch.

  “Here, what you want doesn’t count for shit, Krystal,” Mike said with a laugh.

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

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

  “Are you going to tie me up again?”