Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the back door opening once more. The girls filed out, abused by several of the guards verbally as they stumbled into the snow. There were cries and shouts of anger as some of them were shoved down into the dirt.
“Damned lousy fuck,” one guard said, pointing to a sobbing brunette. Her face was badly beaten while her arms had small cuts on them. Several other girls bore the signs of violence. Tara guessed if the rest hadn’t been raped, their time was coming shortly.
“They’re all here Ms. Debbs,” one of the guards said.
Tara turned around and saw Eugenia standing in the snow. She had slipped on a black leather coat tied tightly around her waist with a broad leather belt. She nodded in approval, her high-heeled boots crunching over the snow as she moved past Gus and the other guards toward the girls. They all gathered closely together, huddling to protect one another against the cold, against the guards, against the formidable Ms. Debbs.
“I understand some of you are displeased with your quarters,” she began, her voice taking on a forced amicable quality.
“No, no, that’s not true,” the young brunette who had been raped and beaten said.
“Quiet!” Eugenia snapped, moving quickly up to the young woman and punching her in the stomach. The girl let out a wheeze, doubling over while holding her belly and falling to her knees. “Someone get her up.”
Two girls slid their hands under the brunette’s arms and hauled her to her feet, staring with growing terror at the tall, dark-haired headmistress.
“You aren’t here for your pleasure. I’m sure you could all find somewhere far more pleasant to be than in my care,” Eugenia said, her voice returning to normal once more. “However, you’ve broken the law to a greater or lesser degree. You’ve been sent here for rehabilitation . . . and that is exactly what I am going to give you. First,” she continued, holding one finger in the air, “first you will be taught discipline. An institution like this depends upon discipline. That means when I or any of the guards tell you to-do something, you will do it, understand?”
Their silence spoke affirmation.
“Good. Secondly, there is to be no talk about the conditions here to one another. Silence is something I demand. Speak only when spoken to. Otherwise go about your assigned chores with your mouths closed.”
Tara shivered. This was a prison camp! No wonder she hadn’t seen any of the other inmates. Ms. Debbs segregated everyone in her institution, thus making any organized rebellion impossible. No talking, no social activities, no gathering together except in the various shops for work. Even dinner was brief and silent. The guards would always be around to insure every rule was kept.
“To let you girls know I mean every word I said … ah, good, you have the dog.”
Sandra appeared at the door also dressed in a long black leather coat. On a leash held with her right hand was a male Doberman. The large animal stood quietly at the side of his apparent mistress, his large brown eyes focused on nothing in particular. Eugenia smiled, moving slowly over to Sandra, joined by Nadine. The three women were a powerful trinity that ran this institution, inflicting their weird discipline at the slightest infraction of their many rules.
“You, the little one. Up front,” Ms. Debbs said, pointing a slender finger at the hapless brunette.
The girl was still trying to regain her strength from the last blow. She stiffened when she realized Eugenia was pointing at her.
“Me, m’am?” the girl asked in a quavering voice. Some of the other girls started to look sympathetically at her. They guessed something terrible was about to happen to her.
“Yes, of course you, stupid. In front of the girls,” the headmistress snapped.”
Trembling the young brunette obeyed, gingerly stepping forward three steps from the shivering, huddled group. Eugenia nodded and Sandra moved forward, letting out some of the leash. The dog, seeing the brunette move forward from the group, suddenly changed in attitude. Tara watched as a visible shudder shook its large frame. He growled, his eyes rolling around while his black nostrils quivered. In a flash the blonde realized Sandra was going to turn the dog loose and turn him on the young girl.
“The guard dogs here are very friendly. But do not ever try to cross them.. or me?”
Tara’s eyes widened. She looked at the other girls. They looked back, their eyes showing the same fear she had. The. young brunette was going to be a victim, a sacrifice, an example to be shown!
“No, no, don’t do that to her!” Tara blurted out.
“Who dared … oh, it’s you, is it?” Eugenia said, snapping her fingers and telling Sandra to hold back the animal. The girls fell away from Tara as Ms. Debbs approached her. “I told you never to speak back to me. And yet you don’t understand!”
Tara raised her arms to protect herself as she saw Eugenia’s hands coming at her.
“Stupid . . . stupid . . . little . . . bitch,” Eugenia said angrily each time she slapped Tara hard across the face. The girl staggered backward, groaning, crying out for Ms. Debbs to stop, crying out for help. But the other girls were too frightened and intimidated, screaming out helplessly while the guards watched them closely. Finally exhausted; Tara stumbled back and fell on her ass with a loud scream.
“Tie them up … her and the dark-haired one. Stake them both to the ground.”
There was movement around her. “Oh my Christ!” she heard the young brunette wail to one side. Tara was stoic, steeling herself for the worst. She was afraid to die. That was a thought that had crossed her mind. Eugenia, she felt, wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone if she thought it would serve one of her many perverted purposes. Certainly a death certificate for a prison inmate could easily be fabricated! Instinctively Tara felt the awesome power of this woman. Eugenia, she felt, could do anything she wanted. In a way she admired this perverted woman.
“I’m not sure which of you will feel my anger more,” Eugenia said as they were both stripped and tied to the cold ground with leather thongs cinched to stakes. The girls wailed, holding one another, watching the unreal scene unfold in front of them.
The cold bit Tara’s ass-cheeks and spine. She shuddered as snow slid up her ass and cunt, cooling the hot flesh. The young girl next to her was overcome with fear and despair, writhing and fighting her bonds. She bruised the skin around her wrists and ankles. But, in spite of the obvious discomfort, the girl still struggled to get free. Eugenia and her guards enjoyed the spectacle. She glanced down, expecting to see Tara tear at the thongs. The girl was determined they wouldn’t get a show.
“Are you awake?” she asked, standing over her.
Tara didn’t answer, keeping her eyes closed. The screaming from the brunette next to her increased as her terror grew.
“Tara, this is Ms. Debbs talking to you. If you can hear me, you’re making a very big mistake by not answering.” The voice was hard, cold, brittle. The tall woman kicked snow in her face. Tara flinched as the chips of frozen snow hit her eyes and dropped onto her tits.
“I thought so! Play games, just like the others.” The woman seemed almost pleased that Tara had been trying to fool her. Of course! Now she had the perfect excuse to punish her.
“I think I have a way to make her talk,” Nadine said, brushing back her short-cropped blonde hair. She knelt, taking handfuls of snow and smearing the flakes around her tits. Tara gasped and trembled. Her flesh ached as the cold increased. The young woman rubbed the snow around her big tits, covering the areola and nipples with the white substance. Ms. Debbs looked on approvingly, watching her protégé slowly ply the blonde teen’s body with more and more snow.
“Ohhhhh!” Tara cried as Nadine squeezed her nipples hard. The rough leather gloves bruised her flesh. The finger seams grated against her stiff nipples.
“I can kneel here and pinch your tits all night… or perhaps pinch something far more delicate?”
Tara opened her eyes and looked with horror at the young woman.
“We don’t confine ourselves to men here. Sex with everyone is tolerated.” Nadine said mechanically, her blue eyes flashing angrily.
“What do you want me to do?” Tara finally sobbed as Nadine pinched her right nipple particularly hard. She squeezed her buttocks together, rocking her body and trying to move her legs as the pain increased.
“Just what you are doing. We have to see which of you is more worthy to take on Pal here. After all, he’s a very particular dog. Only the best cunt will do,” Ms. Debbs said, stiffening her back and stepping to one side. Nadine rose, placing one snow-caked boot on the girl’s sweating plump belly. Tara felt the cold, felt the pressure of the cold rubber against her navel. She moved her ass back and forth feeling the snow beginning to melt under her butt.
“Ugh! ”
Tara jerked her head back as the cold filled her navel.
“NOooooooooOOO!”
Behind her, the young brunette wailed. What were they doing to her? She could hear the woman called Sandra swearing under her breath. The girls were screaming, begging Ms. Debbs to stop.
“Do you like pain?” Nadine said, pressing down harder. Tara could feel the sharp heel digging into her flesh. Was the young woman going to pierce her flesh, stomping and tearing her to pieces with her foot?
“Oh no, please, don’t, DON’T!”
Tara gasped, blowing out her breath in a gasp, twisting her wrists and ankles against the thongs as the pressure became more intense.
“Little bitch. You’ve got a lot to learn,” Nadine said, kicking her hard. Tara passed out with a wail, feeling the world floating away from her.
The girl had no idea how long she’d been out. When she came to, Tara felt something hot and wet licking her face. Opening her eyes, she saw the Doberman. His jaws oozed with spittle, the big tongue caressing her chin and mouth. He seemed friendly … for the moment. But Tara remembered how he stared at her and the young brunette behind her … how his body trembled with excitement while his eyes glittered. No, he wouldn’t be gentle if Ms. Debbs and her lackeys were to give the appropriate signal!
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