HOME AWAY FROM HOME

BY SHARPERGIRL
me55ed_up_mi55@yahoo.co.uk

[ part 4 ]

The door opened and it was Hilda. "Susan, it's time to go back to your room now and I will explain the dress code and the rest of the procedures on your programme here, bring your handcuffs here and I'll take you back across to your accommodation block. The thought of crossing that wide open space again, naked and with the tube attached to my clit was making me very uncomfortable. Seconds later I was running to keep up with Hilda as she strode back across the yard, jerking my cuffed wrist. I jogged along with the suction tube bouncing up and down in front of me like a little stiff cock. There were groups of uniformed girls in the yard now, some turned to look at the spectacle of me being hurried naked past them, others took no notice, I heard a few laughs and jeers, I wanted my clothes badly. Soon we were back in the accommodation block and I was being bundled back into my room. I was shivering from the bitter cold breeze that was sweeping across the open yard area. I stood by the bed and gave the little rubber bulb a few pumps and watched my clit respond. "Don't you start thinking about masturbating with that thing now, a lot of girls make that mistake early on and they can be punished for it, I have your tail here and I can plug you in for a twenty if you want me to Susan!" My heart sank as she dangled the wire in front of me and indicated the socket and a small control box in my bedside unit. "No! Please Ma'am I was just pumping it back up like Matron said see?" Very well Susan, but I will be inspecting you later and you had better not be wet or you will get it, understood?" I nodded vigorously, this was very cruel as the stimulation of the pump could easy set me off if I thought about nice things, and that of course was the point. We had to train ourselves to suppress the urge, and they made it very difficult for us to do that. Hilda had got out a pair of white socks and the black shoes. "Here try these on for size, I stooped careful ly trying not to snag the vac tube. I pulled on the white socks and turned them over half way up my calves. Then down on one knee to do the buckles on the shoes. "Walk up and down and see how they fit commanded Hilda" I did so holding the rubber bulb to the side and looking down at my new shoes. "They're OK Ma'am I said." Hilda had taken a bra from the drawer. "Here, put this on" It was a slip over crop-top which suited me well and it was very comfortable. "Susan, your bra is designed to show your nipples if they stand up, so you should be careful." I looked down and sure enough the material covering that area was a different texture and weave. Thankfully the effect of the cool outside air was wearing off and they were only small soft bumps and not hard and rigid as they might have been. She handed me a skirt next, I stepped into it and fastened it around my waist. A perfect fit, although as I'd suspected rather short. I had noticed that all the girls in the yard had similar ly short skirts so I assumed this was part of the policy of the place. I had struggled with the vac tube, the plastic pipe now ran up inside my skirt and the bulb hung over the waistband. The weight of the skirt now pushed the tube down and I felt it tugging on my clit, and it became quite uncomfortable. Hilda realised my problem and promptly lifted the front of my skirt and tucked it up over the waistband, which allowed the tube to spring back up into it's horizontal position. I gave it a few pumps. "There you are, that is how you will wear your skirt when you are pumping your clitoris, and you will be required to pump during every break time for the first month, and then as directed depending on your progress." I blushed at the thought of joining the other inmates in the yard with my clit poking out like this, this was such an extreme and shameful display of my most feminine part. "Now Susan put the sweatshirt on." She handed me the royal blue shirt and I slipped it over m y head. It had a warm fleece lining that I was glad of. Apart from the nagging pull of the vac tune I felt very comfortable in my new clothes, and I tried to remember the last time I dressed in an all new outfit, even if this one did make me look like and over grown schoolgirl.

"Susan, I want you in the personal inspection position on the bed now please." It took me a minute to register what she was on about, I knelt up on the bed, head and chest down, and then raised my backside up, and at the same time spread my legs, remembering how I had been positioned the previous evening. The skirt was so short that my bare cunt was already displayed to Hilda, I stretched my thighs wide and placed my fingers so as to open myself fully to her gaze. As I stretched myself the vac tube lost its suction and slid off my clit onto the bed. "No need to worry about that Susan, you can put it back on later when we continue your introduction to the institute after lunch." I realised I was starving hungry and the thought of lunch made me salivate. I shuddered slightly when I felt something moving inside my cunt. Hilda was holding the socket on the end of the wire that connected to the contact that had been stuck over my cervix. I heard a 'snap' and then felt a thin wire being gently pulled up from the entrance of my gaping slit up along the crease of my backside, she then tucked the wire under the waistband of my skirt and left it dangling down my back. "You will wear the tail whenever your contact is fitted. That is during the day but not at night when the contact will be removed. The only other times you don't have your tail connected is when you are having your period, when you are doing Physical exercise or if you need to be whipped." The word did not register at first, I went to say something. "I'll tell you about our punishment system in good time Susan, you already know how we use the contact to keep you in line most of the time but there are also special punishments which you will be subject to from time to time. Now, I'm afraid the activity this morning and your new experience with the vac tube had caused you to be in and unacceptably aroused state. You are quite wet Susan. I heard her move away. She came back and placed a plastic chair by the bed. "Stand up now Susan." Her voice was strong and stern. My stomach turned over. I stood in front of her, I was breathing heavily and my heart was thumping. The front of my skirt was still tucked up and revealing my bare pussy. The vac pump had left my clit swollen and obvious. "I'm going to punish you Susan for failing a personal inspection, please sit in the chair and hand me your tail." "Oh, oh Hilda, Ma'am, please no. Please not that, I was only..." "Silence! You can choose to resist and I will have you strapped down and give you such a horrible session that you will wish you weren't born, or you can sit down and take your punishment. I started to cry uncontrollably remembering the horrible pain I'd felt when the contact had been tested, I desperately did not want to go through it again. Tears ran onto my new sweatshirt as I sat down, the cold plastic felt nasty against my bare bottom, and I was now acutely aware of my wetness. Hilda made me put my legs ar ound the legs of the chair and grip the seat with my hands. She took my tail and plugged it in to the wall socket. I watched through a haze of sticky eyelashes as she calmly selected 20Volts. Her finger hovered over a red button. I looked up at her face and pleaded, "Oh please Hilda, I'm not bad I don't deserve this." "You have a lot to lean Susan, you need to stay in the seat, if you fall on the floor you must stay put until the punishment ends. On no account must you try to unplug yourself." She firmly pressed the button and then quickly held my shoulders with both her large bony hands. The stinging shock winded me, my adrenaline pumped, and then the intense bruising wave came from inside me, I gasped and then had to scream as I squirmed about on the seat. The next shock came and the following wave of pain built on the first. I shook now, my knuckles white grasping the chair, again the pulse hit my tender cervix and now I was screaming at the top of my voice, again and aga in I thrashed my agony-ridden pelvis backward and forward on the chair grinding my slippery cunt lips over the rough plastic. The pain in my deepest inner muscle was now humming at a constant gut wrenching level, the burning electrical pulses superimposed on top of the overall hell. I was losing it completely, squealing now using all my strength to try to squeeze the pain from my body. I stared desperately looking for a little mercy in Hilda's cold eyes as the held me there my small body trapped by her superior weight and strength in the chair while the electricity ravaged my insides. I thought I would feint, and then I wanted to throw-up, my mouth drooled, my mind went blank and all I knew of the world was the persistent and awful pain I was experiencing. Eventually the pulses stopped, but the nagging pain went on. Hilda released my shoulders, I slumped over with my head down on my knees. I realised I had pissed myself and was sitting in a small puddle which was dripping of f the edge of the chair. My skirt was soaked. "It's all over Susan. You took it very well. Now, you need to go to the bathroom and clean up. Then you can put on some panties and a clean skirt. Girls often take a pee during their first few punishment sessions, it's quite normal. She disconnected my tail from the wall socket and pressed it into my trembling hand. Eventually I stood, my legs like jelly, and hobbled off to the ensuite. I washed my cunt and legs, dried off and leaned over the toilet to be sick. I retched and retched choking on the strings of foamy mucus that came up from my empty stomach. I finally flushed and walked back into the bedroom without my skirt and holding my coiled tail. The front of my shirt was damp with tears but Hilda did not want me to change it. There was the other skirt and a pair of new white knickers on the bed. I put them on and fed my tail up between my buttocks out over the waistband as before.

I was ready, now fully clothed complete with knickers. My skirt was no longer tucked up at the front and for the first tome that morning my pussy was not on public display. My damp shirt and my red salt burned face were the only clues to the horrible punishment that I had just endured. I was very conscious of my contact, although I could not feel it in place, everything inside my pelvis was feeling very tender. My pumped-up little clit was now pressing against the front of my clean white knickers. I prayed that no confusing signals would cause my cunt to start flowing again. Hilda made me re-tie my ponytail and then lead me out of the room toward the dining area. I felt much more confident walking across the yard fully clothed. We went past the fearful medical block and on to the next identical building. Once through the door I saw three rows of tables with girls sitting at them. All wore the same uniform as me. Some were in a line at a serving hatch getting trays of food. Th ere was an eerie silence about the whole procedure. "Go and join the line Susan and come back to this place here." Hilda pointed to an empty seat on a table of three other girls. There were about six or more uniformed screws each carried a nasty black riding crop. As I stood in line I heard one of the screws nearby. "You! Personal inspection. Floor, now." A small blond girl stood up quickly and stepped away from the table she'd been sitting at. She flipped her skirt up and pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them and handed them to the screw. He began to inspect them as she got into position on the floor and opened her cunt for him to inspect. I stared in disbelief as the rest of the people in the room went about their business. There was a sharp whack as the screw brought his crop down on the girl's thigh. "Punishment chair now, you have failed" As the girl stood up I saw she had started to cry bitterly. Her skirt was all bunched up and I could see that she had been using the vac pump for a long time. Her clit was clearly dangling in front of her bare pussy lips which, even from where I stood were obviously wet. He manhandled the bawling girl over to the opposite side of the room where several chairs were placed along the wall. I noticed there was a wall panel with the plug socket and voltage control near to each of the chairs. I was getting my soup and salad when the squealing started. I looked over and viewed with horror a girl going through exactly the same agonies as I had just experienced. She was being held down and was grinding her pelvis back and forward on the seat in a desperate attempt to shake away the pain. I thought how much it looked as if she was masturbating herself against the chair, except of course for her squealing and howling. I had to look away as I made my way back to the place next to Hilda. I sat down, and in between the deafening shrieks from the tortured girl Hilda addressed the three girls at the table. "Gi rls, this is Susan. She started today and has been transferred here from Borstal in the south. I don't want you teaching her any bad habits, she has enough as it is. Now, enjoy lunch, wait here until I come and collect you." I could not help but wonder how anyone could enjoy anything while some poor cow was having her womanhood scorched with electricity in the same room. The girl's cries were not as loud now, but oh god how she pleaded. Desperate wining pleas for mercy as we all sat quietly watching the big uniformed screw hold her little convulsing body in place. My three new companions eyed me with passive disinterest. They were about my age, all of them slim and quite pretty. One had long dark shiny hair in a plat that I would have killed for. Next to her was a tall blond girl who looked Scandinavian, and I sat next to a girl with very short light brown hair, almost boyish but she had lovely green eyes. She turned to me. "Hello Susan, I'm Trace, that's Lynn and that's Chl oe. We've all been here 6 months, so what are you in for" I was about to reply when the blond Chloe said "Sex" Then Lynn said, "Drugs" and Tracey and I chorused "Rock n' roll". I smiled, they didn't. "Well, you are almost right" I volunteered. "Yeah, Yeah," said Tracey. "But how long will it take you to figure out why you are really here?" The three of them swapped knowing glances. "What?" I was not sure what they meant. I started to worry that they might suspect that I was serving the rest of my sentence here to avoid the gang, maybe word had already got out. "What do you mean?" I sounded a little shaky. Lynn piped up. "It's OK luvvie, when you've been here a little while you will realise everyone here has something in common, and when it dawns on you, you'll know what we're on about." The conversation stopped there, the three of them went back to their meals, I looked over at the girl who was still in the last throes of her ordeal the current having subsided but the pain o bviously continuing to knot her insides. Soon she was being lead away by the screw who still had her little white panties in his hand. "What happens to her now?" I asked. Tracey turned to me her voice sounded laboured as if she were talking to a retard. "Well, she should go to medical and have her cunt cleaned out and be given new knickers to wear so long as she promises not to come all over them again. But, seeing as her screw is Robson, she'll probably get to spend the next hour having her arse fucked out and drinking his come. If she doesn't she'll be connected back up again for another jolt." So, it was just like any other Borstal or prison except the punishments were more horrible. Basically the screws could use you just as they liked and there was nothing you could do about it. I lost my appetite after my soup.

After a while Robson walked past us dragging his weeping quarry off to suffer more horrors. The look in the poor girl's face was that of someone about to face death in all it's forms. As the two of them shuffled out past the swing doors Hilda walked in. "Come along now Susan, we have a lot to learn, take your things to the counter and come straight back." I did as I was told and we were on our way across the yard in minutes. "I am going to show you the toilet block now Susan. If you are in class or at any time outside you room you are expected to wait until the break times to use the toilet. You must get permission from your class tutor. You will leave your underpants with your tutor who will give you a pass. The pass is handed to the attendant who will sign it when you have finished. You can only get your underpants back from the tutor on production of a signed pass." It sounded absolutely ludicrous. "Furthermore if you are ever found without your pants when not in possession of a pass or a vacuum pump then you will be punished. Also if you do not get a pass you will not be admitted to the toilet block. If you are found going to the toilet anywhere else, or if you soil yourself through not going to the toilet in good time, you will be severely punished, and I mean severe Susan, we are usually talking about thirty volts for that offence." I was dumbfounded at how complicated it seemed to be to simply relieve oneself. I was soon to be further sickened by the quirks of the establishment I now found myself in.

We were approaching what looked like and old style bandstand. A raised hexagonal platform with a cone shaped roof and posts at each of the six corners. On the platform at each edge were two raised posts about a foot high and three feet apart. The platform had steps up and there was a small booth in the centre with a screw sitting at it. Behind him was a large steel trough with the sound of running water coming from it. "Here we are Susan, this is where you will go to the toilet." I stared at her. "But, but where is it?" She shook her head. "I think we will just wait here until someone comes to use it and you will see how it works." Sure enough as the girls were emerging from the canteen a few were making their way purposefully over in our direction. As they got closer some of them seemed to dawdle as they saw Hilda and I standing near the block. One girl however continued to march toward us. She was tall and slim with her hair in a pony tail similar to my own. She was looking down as she approached and when she looked up she stopped in her tracks as she saw Hilda. "It's alright Millicent we have seen it all before, come along now please" The girl pouted and shuffled up to the steps. As she climbed up, the wind caught her short skirt and I got confirmation that she wore no panties. She handed a piece of paper to the screw. He snatched it, his hands revealed he was wearing surgical gloves. He then gave Millicent a white plate and a glass jar. She turned to look at me with a look of disdain. She walked across the platform to one of the pairs of posts. Stooping down she placed the plate and jar between them on the floor. Then I noticed there was a thick knotted rope hanging from the roof over the two short posts. She took it in both hands and steadied herself with it as she stepped up onto the posts, one foot on each. It was at this point that I noticed that the posts had vaguely foot-shaped recesses in them. Millicent then slowly bent her knees and waist to assume a tight squatting position. With her feet thus spread her hips sank low between her feet. She held the rope until she had her balance right. In this position her skirt hung down at the back and was bunched up at the front. Her cunt and arsehole were completely exposed and positioned over the plate. The wire tail ran out of her vagina and dissappeared in the crease at the top of her thigh. She adjusted the the wire slightly so as not to obstruct either her butt or her pee hole. Once settled her hand reached down and picked up the jar. She held it slightly inclined towards her in front of her wide open bare slit. She must have been quite desperate to go because in spite of the fact that Hilda and I were staring straight at her exposed holes a strong stream of yellow piss soon flowed into the jar. Her shame was intense. The face was very red and a few tears began to flow. She took a breath and as she did so her bowels opened and the first of her turds was extru ded from her pink sphincter and slopped down onto the centre of the plate. I felt sick, Hilda made me look at the distressed girl do the rest of her dirt in a pile in front of us. "All your bodily functions are out in the open here Susan, we remind you just who and what you are here girl and this certainly avoids all the "goings on" that you will be used to from your borstal toilets hmmm?" The memory of having my head placed in a toilet bowl and flushed repeatedly while two bull dykes fucked both my holes out with broom handles made me think that maybe she had a point. Millicent seemed to have finished defacating and had placed the jar of piss down on the floor next to the plate. She now squatted with her right arm raised. The screw was walking around the platform with a was of toilet tissue. He stopped in front of the girl who took the tissue and began cleaning herself. She dabbed her pussy first. Her clit was not as enlarged as some of the girls, so I assumed she was quite new and had not been using the vac pump for long. She spent a long time cleaning her butt hole, actually wrapping the paper around her finger and inserting it a little way. The used paper was dropped on to the plate of shit below her. The screw then ran his index finger over her cunt and right down to her newly wiped butt. He then scrutinised his latex gloved finger. Hi looked up, then at Hilda, and then back at the girl and shook his head slowly. The girl, wailed, "Oh no, no, I am clean, please don't do this, I'm clean and you are only saying I'm not so that new bitch can see what happens if you don't clean up properly. Pleeease, its not fair I don't deserve it!" She was very upset but neither Hilda nor the screw paid her any heed. The screw had gone back over to the desk and was heading back now holding a small bucket and another wad of tissue. As he got back to the weeping girl, he withdrew a coarse scrubbing brush from the soapy water in the bucket. I caught a whiff of disinfectant. He shook the excess water off the brush and then proceeded to pull Millicent's tail wire so that it passed vertically from her vaginal opening along her slit past her clit where he held it against her. He then pressed the hard bristles on to the protesting girl's cunt and draw it down slowly to her arse. Millicent started to bleat and plead with him. Her little squeals of anguish carried across the yard attracting a small group of onlookers as the screw continued to draw the hard brush firmly and briskly over her exposed holes. The brush was rinsed and re-applied several times until Millicent had a very red and angry looking crotch. Eventually the screw took the wad of tissue and dried the sore scrubbed flesh while the traumatised girl sobbed bitterly. She was allowed to haul herself up and her modesty was restored as her skirt fell back into place. She stepped slowly down from the posts and picked up the full jar and plate. She slopped out at the trough, and w alked rather stiffly back to the screw who was writing on her piece of paper. He handed it back to her, she looked at it and burst into tears. "Off you go" He barked. She took one last look in our direction before gingerly stepping down from the platform and walking quickly, if rather uncomfortably, back towards the buildings. "You see now Susan, scrupulous cleanliness is important here. And, Millicent was insolent to the guard, so, when her class tutor reads the endorsement on her pass she will be punished harshly for that." My heart was racing. Poor girl, would she be plugged in and zapped? "Come along Susan you can learn what happens to girls who are insolent. We will go and look in on Millicent's class and see what her tutor has in store for her when she reads the endorsement." I looked at Hilda's face, I'm sure she was enjoying the thought of poor Millicent being horribly treated. "Will she be punished with the electric contact ma'am?" I asked the question genuinely out of curiosity, remembering my own nasty experience of that vicious punishment method and also that of the poor girl in the canteen. "It is certainly one of the options open to us, but I would not be surprised to find that a good dose of the whip on the bare backside in front of her class mates will be prescribed in this case. It is very effective, and the girls are always shocked to see the blood Susan, you don't get blood with the contact, it's very clean and clinical. A good noisy whipping with some blood is sometimes needed to bring insolent girls back into line." The words left me chilled and frightened. There had been no "official" corporal punishment at borstal. The screws however used to improvise, and I remembered vividly being taught to give good head to one of them. He had schooled me with his leather belt on my backside when I failed to suck or use my tongue in the correct way. I will never forget how much he hurt me and how much I had screamed for mercy as he cov ered my naked flesh with deep red welts. He had not drawn blood though, so I could only begin to imagine the horrors that young Millicent would soon be subjected to. "We still have half an hour before class starts Susan and all this talk of blood has reminded me that I have not shown you the procedure to be followed when you start your menstrual period. Perhaps we should go and visit matron so that you will be prepared." I looked at her quizzically; her tone of voice indicated that there was something to be scared of in all this. I remembered she had discarded all my tampons and I had told her I was due to come on in about four days time. I started to wonder how menstrual flow would get past the contact. It was so firmly sealed over my cervix with the metal shaft implanted into the neck of the womb where it most effectively distributed it's electrical pulses through the tender muscle to the ring-shaped contact which surrounded it and rested firmly on it's surface. I shuddere d at the thought of the terrible device and the fact that I was wearing one which could be plugged in and used to torture me and reduce me to a squealing pleading wreck at the touch of a button. "Are we to wear the contact when we get our period ma'am?" Hilda looked round at me questioning my curiosity. "No Susan we make special arrangements for you, all will be explained soon enough." We were at the door to the medical block where I had had the tremendous orgasm followed by the horror of the contact being fitted and tested. As we went through the door Hilda caught up with the nurse that had been at the desk that morning. "Have you got any new bleeds in at the moment?" The nurse looked round. "Oh, yes two have just turned up. They are in the examination room, Harris will be kitting them out shortly." Hilda nodded and came back over to me. "Good, you will be able to see two girls going through the procedure which is so more instructive than having it all explained, come with me and pay attention." We walked in to the examination room. Standing by the couch were two girls, both sullen and tearful. They both wore red sweatshirts and they were barefoot. They wore nothing else but a pair of heavily bloodstained white panties. "Here we are Susan, these two have started bleeding today. When you are due to bleed, you report to class without your contact fitted and wearing the red jersey. You are not permitted to wear your skirt or footwear. When the blood starts to flow you ask your tutor for permission to report here for your sanitary equipment." I felt the terrible embarrassment of the two girls and imagined walking past the guards and all the other male staff with bloodstained pants so obviously on view. This place took humiliation to a new level. The door swung open and nurse Harris came in, "Hullo Hilda, Susan, come to find out about the regulations on sanitary wear have you?" I nodded. "Well, we are not very sophisticated I'm afraid. We like to m ake you very aware that you are bleeding so we don't cover anything up. Here, these two have to change out of their dirty pants and put on as sanitary belt." She held up one of two old fashioned belts with the two clips hanging down where the towel would be fastened. These things went out with the Ark I thought. The two girls carefully stepped out of their panties and stood up with their cunt lips and clits glistening red with blood and showing obvious signs of the vacuum pump having been applied. Each of them was handed one of the thin belts which they fastened around their waist and adjusted so that the clips were positioned front and back. They were so ashamed they avoided my gaze totally. Harris then handed them a long bulky sanitary pad each. One a day to be worn while you are walking from class to breaks, during breaks and at meal times. There are 'special' seating arrangements for class time and you get to be excused from physical exercise class in favour of a session with the punishment mistress." All this washed over me, I could not take it in. these poor girls, and probably me in only four days time were made to parade around with the horrible and obvious sanitary pad fitted for the entire world to see! God only knew what she meant about the seating arrangements, I guess I would find out soon enough. Also the idea of having to visit a punishment mistress simply because of your period was quite chilling. The girls were ready, humiliated and sobbing they were sent out and back to their class. Hilda turned to me, "So you see Susan we don't pretend we can run and jump and ride horses when we bleed. A curse is a curse and by god you will believe it while you are in our care." She really scared me with the way she said that. The word care seemed particularly incongruent given the circumstances. "Come along then, I think we need to run along so we don't miss the start of little Millicent's punishment, I think one of those two is in the same class so you can see what happens to bleeders in the classroom. We have to make things a little more intense for them as they have no contact fitted to snap them into line." Hilda led me off back out into the yard thanking Harris for her time.