"Uhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
Max reached down and forward, cupping her tits, mashing then with his fingers as the lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasms in her ass. Cindy thought she would surely pass out from this massive orgasm. But still she remained conscious, experiencing fully the violent storm of her climax.
The three of them pitched and rolled together for several minutes, Alicia finally pulling away and leaning back on the stool, satiated.
"Ohhh, it's such a shame we're going to be losing you, dear. You'd be so good in our advanced treatment program," Alicia said with obvious reluctance in her voice. "But I can't keep you here. Believe it or not, I just wouldn't feel right about it."
Well the good Dr. Endicott had something of a conscience. Cindy was impressed, as she was indeed impressed more and more with the Manor and its program.
"Of course, we'll tell your parents that you took to the treatment quickly and you need no further time here," Alicia went on, pushing her hair back and looking regretfully at the still-bound Cindy. "That should make them happy, glad their little girl is cured, and thrilled they don't have to spend any more money."
Cindy wanted to tell Dr. Endicott to leave her here at the Manor the full time. There was so much more she wanted to learn about the treatment. But Alicia, she knew, had made up her mind, and that was that.
"Release her, and take her back to her room, Max. I'll phone her parents and tell them they can pick her up tonight. I think we don't have to worry about Cindy saying anything more about our little treatment sessions, do we?" Alicia said, giving the girl a last ironic smile, then dressing and leaving the room.
"You ain't gonna say nothin'," Max added, untying the naked girl, "'cause you dig this kinda shit too much, right? You wouldn't snitch on old pals, would you? 'Cause then we'd have to tell 'em how you dug all this, right?"
Cindy nodded, straightening after Max had released her, and she rubbed her wrists together. She was about to pick up her gown and walk to her room when Jack, the second attendant, poked his head in and asked if the rumor was true, that Cindy was going to leave. When Max affirmed the story, Jack stepped in, slamming the door shut behind him. Instinctively the girl dropped her gown, knowing what was on the big stud's mind.
"I don't give a fuck what Alicia Endicott says. I'm gonna have this little bitch one last time before she gets away."
Max did nothing to stop his buddy.
"'Course, I fucked her in the ass just a few seconds ago. Her cunt's still okay."
Jack laughed, taking his long black leather belt from his trousers and halving it. Snapping the ends together, making Cindy nearly jump from her skin. Rushing toward her, he slipped the belt around her throat, dragging her backward, knocking her off her feet. She hung there, the leather pressing hard against her windpipe, cutting off the oxygen. Cindy struggled wildly, her fingers tearing at the belt while her legs kicked back against the sadistic attendant.
"Bitch!"
Choking her a few more seconds, Jack suddenly released the belt, letting the girl tumble hard to the floor.
"Awwwwkwkkk!" she cried.
Cindy collapsed face forward, starting to get up. But Jack raised his right foot, pressing his heel against her neck and shoving down hard. The girl pitched forward, her nose nearly breaking from the force of the fall. Cindy had to twist her head to one side as the pressure against her neck increased. Jack slipped his boot over her cheek, the toe rubbing against the corner of one eye. He was pressing down harder and harder, the force threatening to break her head open. Cindy twisted around as best she could, frantically beating at his legs to get him off of her. Laughing down at her, Jack opened his trousers, pulling out his cock and holding it in one hand. When the girl twisted around, she saw him aiming it at her face. Without another word, Jack bent his knees forward slightly his foot still pressing on the side of her face.
Piss! He was pissing on her face, the hot yellow urine splashing over her cheeks, filling her nostrils, nearly drowning her. Cindy coughed and gagged, spitting out the vile sour tasting mixture as it splashed over her cheeks, her forehead, matting down her blonde hairs. At times Jack pissed on the concrete floor near her face, laughing again as the girl screamed at the droplets stinging her cheeks. Cindy tried rolling around, but the foot still threatening to break her skull open kept her on her ass.
"That's what this little bitch is a fuckin' toilet," Jack muttered, finishing his pissing spree, then kicking her onto her back and jerking her legs up. Cindy did nothing to stop him. Her cunt was still burning from the last fuck. She ached to have a man inside her, a man fucking her. Jack obliged her, shoving his pants down farther, kicking her legs apart, then falling down onto her. Using a rag from his back pocket, he cleaned off her face, throwing the urine-stained handkerchief away and tearing at her hair. Max watched amused from the corner as Jack shoved his prick into the girl and began fucking hard and fast.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Jack was all the way in her cunthole, his crotch rubbing against her clit. The wiry hairs touching her clit set off mini explosions twat seared into her brain. Again and again, he slammed into her, stretching her cunt open, raising multi-colored lights behind her eyes. And as he rode her, Cindy tightened up, clutching his pounding prick. He panted as the girl started matching his pistoning, hunching up, grinding her crotch against his. They bumped and collided over and over. The cry that finally escaped from the girl's lips was one of greed. She held tightly onto him, scissoring her legs around his back so tightly that Jack raised her body from the floor mote than once with his fucking moves.
"Yagbghhghh!"
As the first bursts of cum burned into her cunt, the girl screamed, kicking her legs out, closing her eyes as the burning delight scorched her veins. Oh, how good it was, how magnificently good it was to feel his jizz splashing into her. She held on for what seemed like hours, until Jack grunted, pulled out and stood up a little shakily.
"You got one hell of a send-off, baby – Alicia, Jack and me. So get up and get dressed. Time to go," Max said soberly.
Standing up on shaking legs, still feeling the piss on her face, Cindy dressed and walked away from the men who had violated her. And yet they were the ones who understood her best, better than her own parents. She would never forget them, never forget Alicia Endicott.
As she walked through the brightly lit corridor back to her little room, she saw several girls limping along the corridor, their eyes averted, their heads bowed slightly. They were in the beginnings of the treatment program. Cindy smiled secretly to herself, stepping into her tiny cell and looking at the meager furnishings. Oh, how she was going to come back, come back like Judy, a real alcohol abuser. Had her friend recovered from the electric shock treatment? Did Cindy really care? Well, Dr. Endicott seemed to have some effect on her after all. Cindy had her to thank for her new-found capacity to be honest about how she felt, and for giving her the confidence she needed to express herself sexually. Her parents' ability to hide and shelter their daughter from life was over. It had been their mistake to send her here for a booze treatment she didn't need. And now they would have to live with their error.
Picking up her clothes and packing them neatly back into the small blue suitcase, Cindy smiled. Yes, she'd be back here one way or the other, either as patient or perhaps as a volunteer. Yes, she must talk to Dr. Endicott about something like that before her parents came. How noble it sounded, Cindy volunteering her spare time for the benefit of others here at the institute. Smiling more broadly, the young blonde teen packed her suitcase quickly.