HOME AWAY FROM HOME

BY SHARPERGIRL
me55ed_up_mi55@yahoo.co.uk

[ part 3 ]

The alarm buzzed into my consciousness and I awoke. The previous day's events had been excluded from my mind by a deep sleep. Now, my heart raced, not only was I in a new place with new people to meet, I was also about to have a physical and internal examination which I always hated having. I thought about Hilda and how she'd seemed OK until she made me expose myself for her own inspection. I was convinced this place would be just as full with cruel and nasty people as prison or anywhere else for that matter. The shower was hot, the shampoo expensive and creamy, I brushed my damp hair and pit it into a ponytail. I even had time to fold the nightdress and make the bed before I heard the catch on the door click open. It was Hilda; she was dressed as before, this time she had a pair of handcuffs. "You'll have to wear this," She said with disappointment in her voice. "Apparently there was a violent incident between you and your warden on your way here, so you are not to be trusted." I thought about protesting, but no, what was the point. She cuffed me to her wrist and escorted me naked out into the corridor. I walked beside her, eyes fixed on the floor three feet in front of me not wishing to see if any one else could see me. "Most of the other girls will be at breakfast, but you will see a lot of the cleaning staff and warders on your way to the medical block. You will have to get used to being stared at Susan, you are going to have to get used to it my girl." Sure enough, several men in overalls stood aside in the corridor and I felt their eyes all over me. We burst through the swing doors and out into the brisk morning breeze. I came up in goose bumps and felt my nipples solidify. I trod lightly in my bare feet over the tarmac as Hilda strode out pulling me by my cuffed wrist and encouraging me to keep up with her. I looked about us, uniformed screws all over the place. More cleaning staff, all male in overalls pointing openly at me being dragged naked across the yard. It was very likely they all knew what was going to happen to me and that within a few minutes I would be in those terrible stirrups with my cunt stretched wide open being poked and prodded. I was not enjoying this.

Eventually we burst through another set of swing doors into an almost identical pre-fab building. The smell of medical disinfectant was very strong. There was a nurse sitting at a reception desk. Hilda took me over. "This is the new one to see matron for a once-over." The nurse nodded, "Yes, yes she is expected but matron has been called to the penal session this morning so she'll have to do her psyche evaluation with Dr. king first." Hilda frowned, what's happening at penal this morning, someone getting a thirty?" "Oh yes it was terrible, four of them caught out late yesterday, happened very quickly and they're getting it today so it was all rather unexpected." "Oh, well then I had better get over there as well. Is Dr. King in yet? I'll cuff her to the radiator in his office if not." "No, he'll be here in a minute though, matron advised him of the change in schedule." With that Hilda bundled me through a door and into a consulting room. She grabbed a chair and set it near a window where there was an old fashioned radiator. She unlocked her cuff and passed it behind the radiator pipe and then fastened it about my other wrist. "I don't want a peep out of you!" She barked at me and went out of the room in a flurry. I sat there, the room had a large desk with an easy chair behind it. There was a medical couch and a folding screen. There were also two armchairs and a coffee table strewn with magazines. I looked out of the window. The place looked like a military base. All single story with wide expanses of tarmac upon which I imagined columns of soldiers marching up and down. The heat from the radiator was just becoming uncomfortable when the door opened and a tall fair-haired young man walked in. "Ooops! Ah ha, no clothes eh? Why do they do that? Er, sorry Susan, isn't it? Yes, sorry they should have told me. Look, there are some clean girls panties and a singlet on the couch you can use if you don't mind me coming over to unlock your cuffs." I loo ked at this handsome man who was obviously uncomfortable about the fact that I was naked like he was from another planet. First I had not expected a man, and certainly not a young man, and secondly I would have been less surprised if he had forced me to swallow his cock than have him apologise to me for seeing me naked. This place was getting stranger by the minute. I just shrugged back at him, he averted his eyes and brought the white cotton underwear over with the key to my cuffs. Soon he had me sitting in one of the armchairs opposite him. "I can't do anything before I have a cup of tea, would you like one?" "But, they said I'm to fast before my physical." I volunteered "Oh blow that" he laughed. "A cup 'o tea won't hurt!" So there I was sipping tea in my underclothes waiting to be interviewed by the psychologist. The tea felt good, I began to relax a little. "So, Susan, really sorry about the clothes thing. It does not help me get a good assessment with you having no clo thes on, and as it is you are still only in underwear. I mean I could offer to strip to my underwear if you like to put us on an even footing but, well, they'd probably arrest me or something. I giggled at this ludicrous man, I think the first time I had chuckled at something genuinely amusing for years. His name was Martin, a doctor of psychology and not a medical doctor. He asked me about my life, what I'd done that was good, what I'd done that was bad, and what, given the chance would I do over again differently. He was very positive, and said that the institute would allow me to put a lot behind me, but also that the methods employed were very tough and caused a lot of emotional and sometimes physical pain. I asked him about the penal session and what a "thirty" meant. He said Matron would take me through all that later. He gave me some assessments to do and I sat in is warm office with some quiet music playing while I worked through them. When I'd finished he sat next t o me to mark them. He was very muscular and smelled of good quality after-shave, he was very complimentary about my progress, I was not used to praise so all I did was blush a lot, which he remarked on and laughed at gently, this made me blush even more. I wished he had been in his underwear, I imagined what he would look like, while we chatted and laughed about all kinds of things.

A knock at the door brought me down to earth. Hilda entered, making a point of looking at her watch. "Matron's waiting now Martin if she's quite ready?" Martin stood up and nodded, "yes everything's fine here, off you go Susan, you'll be back to see me each month to see how you're doing." "Cuffs?" Said Hilda, Martin handed them over and Hilda fastened my wrists behind my back, "Come along Susan, Matron does not like to be kept waiting!" I was shoved down the corridor and through the second door on the left. This was an examination room, the couch with the ominous stirrups, two nurses both wearing masks and rubber gloves stood staring at me, the large one on the left was obviously Matron. "Well well, about time, cuffs off, clothes off, come a long nurse help her out we don't have all day, thank you Hilda please wait outside." Hilda left and the small nurse unlocked my cuffs and lifted the singlet up and over my head. She then started to pull my knickers down at the front, stoo ping to take a good look at my pussy as she did so. She paused with the knickers around my knees, looked up, and down again, then said, "Matron, I think she is up right now!" Matron came over. "I would not be surprised, she's just spent the last hour with the lovely Dr. King which would be enough to give most girls a little tingle!" "What?" I said, "what's wrong?" "Oh, don't worry Susan, nothing we can't put right, but we have to check your responses to sexual stimuli, and it seems you are already stimulated. In short Susan you are having an erection! Well, that's what happens in boys, but girls have equivalent reactions and you are displaying them right now are you not? Hard nipples, your chest and neck is flushed pink, your pupils are dilated, you have wet your panties and as nurse Harris has just noticed your clitoris is standing to attention, QED I'd say wouldn't you?" I went very red, my face burned. I looked down and sure enough there was a tiny glistening strand of mu cus hanging between my legs and I could actually see my clit peeping out from under it's little pink hood. "We will teach you how to suppress these feelings Susan, we believe it's the inability to control your lusty tendencies that gets girls like you into the kind of trouble you are in." I was quite shocked, I was guided to the edge of the couch where I sat and let the panties fall to the floor. Nurse Harris set about looking for a vein in the pit of my elbow. She tut tutted at the ancient needle scars on my forearm. She took my blood, then fitted a heart monitor around my chest strapped under my boobs. She made me lie on the couch and lifted each ankle up into the stirrups. I hated this, and my heart rate registered my distress. "Oh Susan, no need to be so wound up! Maybe nurse harris can give you a little something to calm things down." Seconds later a needle went into my upper arm, and within a minute I was relaxed, docile and quite enjoying myself. "There, there Susan, try to relax and think about what a lovely time you had with Dr. King, she was too late I was already fantasising about him. I shuddered and gasped a deep breath as the evil looking speculum went in. It stretched me wide, wider than I'd ever been stretched, I thought about Martin with an impossibly huge cock tearing my tiny slit as he pushed into me. Whatever the drug was that was in me, it was doing a great job of turning the worst medical procedure a girl has to endure into a fantastic sexual trip. Someone, Matron or Nurse Harris was gently massaging my clit, and someone was stroking me inside, long sweeping strokes across my g-spot. I tried to move my arms and found they were strapped down, my waist also strapped to the couch. I could not move, I was trapped, just like always, trapped and being abused, but in this case beautifully abused. As my orgasm built, the images of Martin were replaced by the face of Phipps staring down at me getting ready to kick my open cunt. Jus t like the borstal wardens had kicked me black and blue as I cried and begged them to stop. I saw the toothbrush zipping in and out of my foaming butt hole and remembered the horrible trick Phipps played with the cotton bud. The orgasm washed over me, I shuddered and convulsed in ecstatic waves of pleasure and horror all rolled up into one mind bending fantasy.

As I came to my senses, Matron's voice cut through the confusion. "Well Susan what a hot little number you are. I think we have marked your card young lady. There will be no more orgasms for you here that go unpunished. That one we have used to measure your responses, so we know what we are dealing with. Now, on with business, I'm going to do a pap test now and then you will be fitted for your contact, which is just like having a cervical cap fitted so no big deal." My cunt was hypersensitive after the orgasm, I cringed as she brushed the tissue from my cervix and each time she accidentally bumped against my engorged clit. Then the awful rigmarole of selecting different rubber rings, placing them on my tender cervix and tracing the rim with her finger to check the fit. Having measured it Nurse Harris brought over a correctly sized contact. This was the same shape and construction as a cervical cap, but inside the cup it had a thin metal shaft with a bulbous end that would ent er and fill the neck of the womb when in fitted in place. Around the shaft and concentric with the rim of the cap was another ring, the rim of which was wound with silver wire. This would rest on the surface of the cervix when the cap was pressed in place. From the top of the dome a thin silicone rubber coated electrical flex emerged which was about four inches long with a small socket at the end. Matron explained that this device was used to maintain attention at all times in classes. Also it could be and would be used to deliver painful summary punishments. "This goes in each morning and is handed back for sterilisation each evening. You will be issued with your tail, which is a piece of wire that plugs into this socket and runs up under your clothes to the waistband of your skirt. You plug the tail into your seat in the classrooms. My mind was unable to take it all in but I felt a twinge of bruising pain as the contact was fitted into place. Matron took my legs out of the stirrups and strapped them down tight to the couch. I saw her take a thin wire and fish between my legs to connect it to the socket which nestled just inside my vagina. "Are you ready Nurse Harris?" "Yes Matron" came the reply. "Now Susan this is what you will feel if you are caught daydreaming in class" There was a stinging stab inside me and my hips jerked involuntarily, then I gasped as a deep aching persistent and acute pain flowed deep down in m belly. I heard my own voice wail in response to this untouchable unstoppable horrible pain. "And this is a taste of what you get if you are found to be disobedient or aroused." This time my whole body went rigid with the initial burst of electricity. This was followed by the most agonising and persistent waves of convulsing pain, as if someone had grasped my innards and was ripping them apart inside me, I screamed loudly again and again and gasped and sobbed as the pain eventually subsided. When my composure was regained Matron explained that the electricity was passed in one second bursts with a second in between. Usually, to stop daydreaming one would get a nine-volt pulse for two or three seconds. The punishment pulse I had just been given was a twenty-volt pulse. Normal punishments could last two to three minutes and were usually administered in front of everyone at the penal session each week. In exceptional cases thirty volt pulses were given, which often caused feinting, but matron was always on hand to revive the girls with smelling salt so that they could complete their punishment. "So you see Susan we really do want you to be an attentive and clean minded girl while you are here." I could not take in what I had just heard. The thought of such a barbaric punishment for young women was sickening. Someone had deliberately targeted the most painful spot in a girl's anatomy and designed a device to electrocute it. I shuddered at the thought. Matron was undoing the straps. I was damp with swea t. "So, Susan, you will be inspected regularly for signs of arousal and you can expect to be punished if any are found. There is one other precaution we take, and that is to make the signs of arousal much more obvious so we can see if you are having an erection or not more easily. If you will follow Harris into the next room you will meet Amanda, she's been here six months and can show you exactly what we mean." I was still pretty shaky from the orgasm and then the horrid electric shocks. I figured the drug was wearing off though and, after having my tail disconnected followed the nurse through a sliding door. A girl was sitting naked on a couch. Her uniform clothes folded next to her, her panties were soaked with what looked like urine. The girl sat huddled with her head hung low, face hidden by her shoulder length blond hair. Harris took me by the arm and stood me in front of the sobbing naked girl. "Amanda has just gone three minutes of thirty volts for being a little slu t. You can see what thirty volts does, makes you piss your knickers doesn't it Amanda?" The girl nodded slowly without looking up. "Two of Amanda's friends even shat their pants!" Harris was obviously gloating. "Well Amanda our new girl Susan needs to see how we caught you so easily, so stand up and lean back against the couch and let's have a look at you shall we?" The girl sighed and looked up, her beautiful face was tortured, red with salt tears and drawn with pain and anxiety. She shuffled her lithe naked body off the couch and stood before me hips thrust toward me and legs apart. I looked down at her pussy and my mouth fell open in amazement. There above her naked slit hanging down at least 2 inches was what looked for all the world like a tiny penis, her clit was absolutely enormous! 'Now, Amanda, do me a favour and we'll go a little easier on you, why don't you think about what you were up to last night mmm? You and the other girls, having a little party were you. Ama nda closed her eyes, she raised her right hand and fondled her breasts, almost instantly her nipples stiffened, and below in front of my very eyes that pink lobe of a clit began to harden and protrude outward like a real little erection. I looked at Harris, she pulled a plastic ruler from her pocket, two sharp slaps on her clit made Amanda yelp and bend double looking at us with wild and hunted eyes. "That's enough Amanda, we get the picture, any more and you will be making another appearance at the penal session tomorrow." The girl shuffled back up on the couch and resumed her position. Harris guided me back next door where matron was waiting.

Matron explained that all the inmates and the Midway were engaged on a strict programme of clitoral enlargement. I shuddered, imagining painful surgical procedures. She then showed me the vacuum tube and the pump. "It's important that you learn to do this without getting the other symptoms of an erection, and that can take some practice. We make you do this at break times, where everyone can see you so you don't start let your mind wander onto subjects that may cause arousal. Here Susan let me show you how it works, come on it's not going to hurt." Harris shoved me toward the couch where I took up a similar position to Amanda, leaning back slightly with my hips pushed forward. Harris took the tube and gently fished with her finger to locate my still tender clit. She pressed the tube, about the size of a test tube with a rubber seal at the rim, over my clit and it's little pink hood. Then, from the end of the tube a plastic pipe lead to a rubber bulb, which she pumped a few ti mes. I felt a slight tug and a little tingle as my clit and the hood swelled slightly and protruded into the tube. "You will do this to yourself for one hour a day until you can fill the tube with your clitoris." I was sceptical but nodded in response. "Here Susan pump yourself up please." I took the rubber bulb and squeezed it a few times, I looked at the swelling pink bud, a few more pumps and it had filled the first half-inch of the four inch tube. "Leave it on Susan and remember to give it a few pumps every now and again to maintain the suction." I felt really stupid standing there with a little glass penis sticking out from my cunt; I was very self-conscious and found the whole procedure more than a little surreal. Deep down however there was a strange curiosity about how it would feel to have a clit the size of Amanda's, although it had looked shocking, I was fascinated to wonder how it felt during an orgasm. I stood there with my tube attached holding the rubber bulb trying to anticipate the next shocking revelation about the goings-on at the Midway.