She shivered at the memories as she lay on the floor, her chest heaving with sobs. Slowly she recovered, and, wiping the tears from her eyes, stood up and staggered to her closet. She grabbed a towel and went over to her sink, washing herself off as well as she could; she didn’t want to go to the showers, she didn’t want to be seen.
Her face flushed with humiliation as she thought of Ingrid or Mercedes seeing her and smiling their knowing smiles, laughing at her, at how they wrung two terrible orgasms from her, at how they beat her and tortured her and finally gave her to their friends to play with. She almost broke down again, but caught herself. She lay down on the bed and began to think.
She couldn’t go outside, not with Ingrid and Mercedes around; they might grab her again. Thinking that, she looked at her door–it didn’t have any locks. She stood up quickly, ignoring her aching body, and wedged a chair against the doorknob, then returned to bed, curling up into a fetal position.
She could tell the headmistriss, Ms. Ellsworth, but if Ingrid had been telling the truth, she already knew all about it, and approved. She couldn’t turn to anyone at the school, and Su Lee was gone for the weekend.
She couldn’t call anyone either, since the girls weren’t allowed any outgoing calls. If only her parents called her she could have them come and pick her up, take her away from this hell; but they hadn’t called in two weeks, and were probably too busy with the divorce to care about her. She could try to hike to the nearest town, or to the highway, but that would take four or five hours, and she had no doubts that she was being watched.
She couldn’t escape. She stayed in her room all day, leaving only when she couldn’t hold her urine or her bowels any longer, afraid each time that she would see Ingrid or Mercedes. Gladly, they were nowhere to be seen.
She didn’t eat and she had a hard time sleeping that night, but the next day finally came. It was a repitition of the previous day, except hunger pains drove her to the cafateria, where she quickly grabbed some rolls and fled back to her room. Su Lee came back that evening, talkative, as she seldom was, excited by her weekend with her parents.
Karen was in no mood to listen, but kept up a pretence of interest: she didn’t want Su Lee to find out what had happened to her. Finally, though, Su Lee’s energy began to wane, and they both began getting ready for bed. Karen waited for Su Lee to leave the room for her toiletries before changing: Su Lee was bound to notice the ugly welts covering her body The school week passed uneventfully: Ingrid and Mercedes were seldom seen and ignored her completely.
The rest of the world went on as if nothing had happened. Still, Karen cringed every time she had to go out into the halls and every time someone called her name. Finally Friday came when she received an unexpected note in the mailbox: it was from the headmistress’ secretary stating that the headmistress wished her presence in the faculty lounge that evening at 7 pm.
At first she was scared to go…
what if Ingrid and Mercedes were telling the truth, and she would arrive there to suffer more abuse at Ms. Ellsworth’s hands..
.but what if they were lying, and the headmistress had found out what happened to her..
.then she would be saved..
.and if she knew nothing, then Karen could tell her everything..
.she had to go..
.had to find out. She resolved herself to go over dinner in the cafeteria.
She wished Su Lee had made it to dinner so she could ask her what she thought it meant, but she was probably busy studying. When Karen returned to her room, she was surprised to see Su Lee absent, but she was worried about her meeting with her headmistress so didn’t think twice about it. She went to the mirror to check out how she was healing: not bad, all but the worst of the welts were completely gone, and she didn’t even feel those any more.
She stretched and waited until seven, then left to meet the headmistress. The faculty lounge was in the same building as the faculty apartments, about a five minute walk across campus from the student’s dorms. She made it in under three at a jog, and was shivering in her oversized jacket outside the door marked “FACULTY LOUNGE”, knocking hard.
The headmistress’ secretary, Paul, a tall, stocky man, about 6′ tall and 185 lbs, with sandy brown hair and a handsome face, opened the door and smiled down on her. “Right on time. Come in, come in.
” He held the door open for her and ushered her into a short, wide hallway with another door at the end. “Let me take your jacket,” he said, and Karen gratefully gave it to him to hang on one of the hooks on the wall; it was much warmer inside. She fell into step beside him as he walked down the hall toward the other door.
He opened it and waved her through, smiling. Karen stepped through the door and began to face forward, feeling Paul following her, when she was pushed hard in the back, throwing her off her feet to land hard on her hands and knees, her hair falling over her head to obscure her face. She grunted as her hands and knees hit a soft, padded floor, much like the gym mats she had practiced on when she was young.
Oh God, not again, she thought as she scrambled to her feet. As she stood, ready to flee, she felt a strong hand grip the back of her neck, causing her to freeze. “Now, now Karen, don’t do anything foolish.
You remembered what happened last time,” Paul said, holding her tightly. She trembled slightly, remembering; “Now put your arms behind your back,” he said, and she acquiesed meekly, feeling a pair of metal handcuffs quickly binding her wrists. Still holding her neck, Paul brushed her hair from her face, giving her her first good look at the faculty lounge.
She gasped as her eyes took everything in: it was a large room, maybe 200′ by 200′; several single parallel bars, about waist high, were bolted to a floor carpeted with gym mats; large eye-hooks protruded from various places on the floor and walls; several ottoman-like objects, surrounded by eye-hooks, sat bolted to the floor; endless amount of rope hung down from eye-hooks on the ceiling, 15′ up; a ladder leaned against the left wall, which was lined with glass cases, filled with dildos, vibrators, canes, whips, pins, gags, clamps, and things she had no idea what they were. What drew her attention immediately, though, was the object which dominated the center of the room: it was two large steel hoops, each about 10′ in diameter, intersecting each other at their diameters. One hoop, standing straight up, was securely bolted to a thick column, itself bolted to the floor, which was capable of rotating; the other was attached to the first hoop so that it could be spun around within the first hoop.
She stared, aghast, at this contraption, for Su Lee was tied spread-eagled within it, getting fucked by the slim young man who had violated her! Su Lee’s body was stretched to the breaking point, her slim legs, arms, and stomach straining against the pull of the ropes binding her spread-eagled to the hoop and against her own weight, for she was suspended in the air, her groin tilted slightly upward and her head hanging back, her hair cascading to pile on the ground. Welts marked her small breasts and her thighs, and her beautiful asian eyes were closed tightly, puffy from the tears which were streaming down her face to mingle with her hair.