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.