Chapter Three -- Kim's Tests
Kim was sure the others were asleep. It seemed like they were going to stay up
all night, whispering intimately at the other end of the room, occasionally
gasping or giggling. They finally turned out the lights and drifted to the beds
to get some sleep.
Kim waited a little longer, listening for even breathing and total quiet. Then
she slowly counted to one thousand. Throughout the long count, she heard no
sound but the crickets outside and a bullfrog far off in the distance.
She sat up slowly, fearing that the bed would creak. It didn't. She felt for her
shoes, then decided that high heels weren't suitable for an escape and left them
on the floor by the bed. She did want some clothing, though. Something. Anything
to cover up with. Not willing to stay in the old building any longer than she
had to, Kim pulled the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself
before tiptoeing out of the room and into the corridor.
Dim nightlights along the hallway lit her way. At the door, she pushed gently,
just enough to get it to swing. She was surprised that it wasn't locked. Then
she slid through the opening barely wide enough to get her body through, the
cold metal grazing her exposed flesh and pulling off the sheet.
Once outside the building, Kim decided to follow the driveway. She reasoned that
it would lead to a road that would lead to a larger, more traveled road. With
luck, she would find her way to a phone where she could.. What? Dial 911? Call
her husband collect?
She decided that she'd deal with that when she reached civilization, far from
the weirdoes at the old school. She started down the driveway, paved with brick
near the entrance but soon turning to gravel. The sharp stones bit into her bare
feet so she moved to the grassy edge. The grass was cold and soggy but better
than the gravel. The going was tough because of a moderate up-hill slope in that
part of the lane.
As she moved away from the building, darkness became total. A sliver of moon
provided just enough light for her to make out the driveway. Night sounds were
more evident now, closer, each making her jerk toward it. What kind of animals
might be out here, wherever here might be, she wondered. Were any harmful? A
raccoon might not be deadly but she had heard about a rabies epidemic. Or what
about a skunk? Or a bear? Or were there wolves?
'Why do I have this feeling that I'm being watched?' Kim wondered, then
dismissed the feeling as paranoia. When a fern's frond wet with dew brushed
against her leg, she gasped and moved back to the gravel. The woods came right
to the edge of the drive now.
"Where do you think you're going?" a man's voice demanded from somewhere ahead
of her, startling her so much that a squirt of urine escaped to run down the
inside of her legs. Without thinking, Kim ran away from the voice up the middle
of the driveway, bruising her bare feet.
"It's Kim," came Gwen's voice, disgust evident in her tone.
Kim heard a whine. A light came on behind her. She recognized the sound as an
electric motor, probably a golf cart. Knowing that she would never escape by the
driveway, she turned into the woods. The edge of the woods was full of briars,
prickly wild rose bushes, and even more prickly wild blackberry vines.
"Kim, come back before you hurt yourself," Gwen demanded in an even tone,
shining a flashlight on Kim's naked bottom.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Kim screamed, moving sideways to try to find a path through
the thorns. The light blinded her, destroying her night vision. The flashlight
threw such harsh shadows that Kim became totally disoriented. When she tried to
take her next step, a vine snagged her ankle and she fell into the brambles. She
screamed as thousands of thorns pricked at her flesh.
"Come on, Kim. You'll only make it worse," Gwen called calmly.
Kim cursed Gwen, and the man who waited quietly on the driveway, and her husband
who talked her into agreeing to come here, and herself for being so stupid as to
sign papers agreeing to corporal punishment and restraint and. She had to get
her mind back on track. She saw now that there would be no escape through the
woods. She struggled to stand, still tangled in thorny vines. It didn't matter
where she put her hands, she found more thorns, but she finally managed to
stand. Dozens of thorns remained hooked in her skin when she managed to stagger
back to the driveway. The sheet was hopelessly snagged in the briar patch so she
left it there.
"Come on, Kim, and we'll take you back."
"Fuck you!" Kim shrieked. "There's no fuckin' way you're going to take me back
there." She stood defiantly, sobbing.
"It's not that bad," Gwen said in what she hoped was a soothing and convincing
voice. "I won't hurt nearly as."
"Fuck you!" Kim repeated, pulling her arm back and swinging her fist at Gwen's
silhouette, barely visible in the darkness because of a stray cloud blocking
even the sliver of moon.
Experienced at martial arts, Gwen saw Kim close her fist and draw back. Gwen was
ready when Kim swung, and deftly moved to the side and parried, grabbing Kim's
arm and twisting it behind her back in a hammerlock. Gwen's husband, Rodney,
helped affix police-issue handcuffs to Kim's wrists, locking her hands behind
her back while Kim continued to curse and struggle.
"There are consequences for every action," Gwen calmly told Kim although she was
a little out of breath from the adrenaline rush of the short fight. "I had hoped
that you had learned a lesson, but it's obvious you need more convincing."
"Fuck you, bitch," Kim repeated, refusing to move.
"OK," Gwen told her after putting a collar around Kim's throat and locking a
long chain to it. "Go ahead. Fuck me."
"Gladly," Rodney answered, lifting his wife to the seat of the cart and plunging
in. Gwen was soon groaning in ecstasy, muttering, "Yes, deeper. Harder. Ah,
yes!"
Kim struggled in her bonds, discovering that the other end of her chain leash
was locked to the frame of the cart's surrey top. She stood there in disgust and
disbelief as the couple fucked just a few feet from her. The gravel under her
feet hurt. The cuffs were uncomfortable. Her shoulders still ached from being
cuffed last night and now she was cuffed again. And every inch of her skin stung
from the thorns.
Tears flowed freely as she waited until first Gwen and then Rodney groaned in
orgasmic relief. As the couple's breathing slowed to normal, Gwen said, "I guess
it's time to take this one home. So start walking, future good wife."
"Fuck you, bitch," Kim spat out. "There's no way I'm going back."
"You're repeating yourself," Gwen said calmly. "I've already heard that one.
Now, let me explain things. You _ARE_ going back. You can either go back the
easy way, pretty much like you are now, or you can go back with your butt
covered with welts. Which will it be?"
Still defiant, Kim shouted her favorite expletive.
"I really hate to do this," Gwen sighed, climbing out of the golf cart. "Some of
the staff get off on whipping students, but for me it's just a necessary chore.
Now move." With that, she swung a whippy switch at Kim's bottom.
"Yei!" Kim shrieked, twisting to avoid the switch.
"Want more?" Gwen asked. "I can switch your boobs or belly as well as your
bottom if you want. And if the switch doesn't get you moving, I can get a whip
or a cattle prod. And if they don't work, we can always drag you, but I'm afraid
the gravel might scrape off all your skin. So, what will it be? More stripes and
then the whip? Or are you ready to start walking?"
"Fuckin' bitch," Kim muttered as she took her first step back toward the cluster
of buildings. Rodney slowly moved the cart, keeping pace with Kim as Gwen
followed with the switch. It seemed to take forever to make it back. By the time
they did, Kim's feet were swollen and terribly bruised. She was panting and
covered with a salty sweat sheen that stung as it flowed over the thorn pricks
that covered her body.
"We better check her," Gwen told her husband as she unlocked Kim's chain leash
from the cart. She lead the defeated woman back into the building through a side
door and down a hall to what appeared to be a doctor's examining room. "Have a
seat and let us have a look at you."
Kim felt totally humiliated as the naked couple examined her body. She
desperately wanted to cover herself.
"Kim, you've really done it. Nettles are broken off in your skin. There's
nothing we can do now but wait for them to fester out," Gwen sighed. "We can't
leave you like this, though. You'll get infections. Will you give me a hand,
hun?"
"Whatever you need, sexy," Rodney grinned.
"We're going to have to scrub her down with an antiseptic. I guess alcohol."
"No!" Kim screamed. "No!" And she continued to scream at the top of her lungs as
Gwen poured rubbing alcohol into a stainless steel bowl. Then the couple used
sterile sponges from plastic packages to scrub Kim's entire body with the
antiseptic, stopping occasionally to pluck thorns from her skin.
When they finished, Gwen gave Kim a few minutes for the stinging to subside and
for her to regain her composure. Then she said, "I hate to do this, Kim, but
it's standard punishment for someone who tries to run away." She produced a pair
of demiboots with six-inch heels and put them on Kim's feet, locking them on
with padlocks. Then she brought an eighteen-inch-long bar with eyelets on each
end and used two more padlocks to secure it between her ankles.
"Can you take these off?" Kim whimpered, twisting to show the handcuffs. "Cuffs
are standard punishment for trying to hit a staff member or anyone else, for
that matter. We can make you a little more comfortable, though." With Rodney's
help, Gwen buckled padded leather cuffs to Kim's wrists and removed the steel
handcuffs.
"Now, Kim," Gwen said in the tone of a mother's lecture, "Your next few days are
going to be pretty miserable, but it'll get better if you'll just go along with
the program. If you don't, you'll be miserable for the next twelve weeks and you
don't want that. Oh, and the standard punishment for profanity is a day gagged,
but I'm going to forget the number of times I heard the F-word tonight. Now, try
to get a little sleep."
Gwen kissed Kim's cheek, then lifted the side rails of the hospital-style
gurney, and turned out the lights as she left.
Kim tried to sleep. With her ankles spread by the bar, she couldn't sleep on her
side and the cuffs made it impossible to sleep on her back. The pain and then
itching, plus not being able to scratch where she needed to, made sleep
impossible. She was still awake, sobbing softly, when she saw daylight filtering
in from somewhere and heard movement in the halls.
-=*=-
"Up and at 'em," Tina yelled, flipping on bright overhead lights in the two
freshman rooms. "Stand in the hallway with your back against the wall and await
further instructions."
"What time is it?" Laura groaned, rolling in her bed.
"You weren't given permission to speak!" Tina yelled. "That will be two
demerits. No one speaks unless given permission, understood? I don't hear you,
ladies! Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," came some mumbled acknowledgements as they rose.
"I can't hear you! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, ma'am," they all called out clearly.
"Now line up in the hallway. And welcome to hell week." Tina always yelled even
when she wasn't intentionally yelling thanks to her background as an Army Drill
Instructor, a position she still held in an Army Reserve Training Regiment. "If
you toe the line, I'll be gone in three days. If you screw up, I'll make your
life a living hell for weeks. So, don't screw up. I am Miz Tina. You will say
only 'yes, Miz Tina' or 'no, Miz Tina' as is appropriate. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miz Tina," they all called out.
"Now assume 'the position'. The position is feet shoulder width apart and hands
behind your neck, fingers interlaced. Don't move until I say you can," Miz Tina
ordered, walking away with a swagger, swinging her riding crop menacingly. She
was actually a very attractive woman who just turned thirty. At home, she loved
to serve her husband as his personal slave. That turned her on like nothing
else. Except for dominating women. After a day of dominating women, she was a
most subservient sex slave to her master and husband.
But that would be later. For now, she had to fetch Kim and make her life just
barely tolerable while showing the woman how much easier it would be for her to
cooperate. She mentally reviewed dozens of alternative ways she might handle the
rebel, knowing that she would have to make snap decisions on what path to take
as she observed the woman.
Steeling herself, Tina burst into the infirmary. "You! Rebel. It's time to get
up and get on with your training and hell week. You started a bit early, don't
you think?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, Miz Tina," she roared.
"Yes, Miz Tina," Kim managed to say through her parched throat.
Ah, Tina thought. I've got it. "Don't you tell a soul I went soft with you or
I'll make it even worse on you," she whispered sternly to Kim. "I have to keep
up my image."
Kim smiled to herself in spite of her discomfort and fatigue as the drill
instructor filled a glass with cool water, stuck in a straw, and set it on the
table. Tina lowered the rail on the gurney and helped Kim sit up. Her legs,
still secured in the uncomfortable boots and spreader bar, dangled over the
side. Tina offered the poor woman the straw. Kim immediately sucked the glass
dry.
"And now you've got to pee, I bet," Tina smiled wickedly.
"Yes, Miz Tina," Kim answered submissively.
Mentally, Tina screamed, 'Yes!' while keeping her expression stern.
"There's no graceful way to pee when you're being punished. Humiliation is part
of your punishment, but it'll be easier to do it in here than in front of
everybody else. Come on." Tina helped Kim to the floor and into the tiny toilet
room in the side of the examination room. Kim found out just how difficult
walking could be when wearing heels and a spreader bar with her arms cuffed
behind her back.
As soon as her bottom hit the cool seat, Kim released a stream of steaming urine
with a satisfied sigh. "Thank you," she sighed again, making a few more squirts
to completely empty her bladder, quickly adding, "Miz Tina."
"All you're allowed this morning is yes or no," Tina sternly reminded Kim. Then
she smiled, "Your classmates are standing in the hallway, dying to pee. I'm
enjoying making them wait."
Kim thought about what Gwen said about other staff who loved to cause pain. She
immediately feared Tina and what the woman could do to her.
"I can't make them wait forever or the floor will be flooded," Tina said. "I did
that once and I found out that once one woman loses it, they all do. We'll have
to be quick. Where are you most uncomfortable, future good wife? You may
answer."
"My bottom, especially that crease where my bottom meets my legs," Kim told
Tina.
"OK, here's the deal. I gotta look tough so I've got to make you do something.
Ah, here we go. You have to carry this antiseptic soap in your mouth. Now we're
not supposed to let you out of the heels and cuffs for three days. Usually a
rebel who tries to escape doesn't get to bathe for that time, and they usually
don't even get to wipe their butts for that time, so they'll do just about
anything just to get a shower, but I've decided to have pity on you. I'm going
to tell the other women to release you from your bondage so you don't ruin the
leather. I'll let you get a shower. Maybe it'll help keep you from getting
infections all over. I don't want any objection when you have to put this stuff
back on, got it?"
"Yes, Miz Tina," Kim answered, unable to get up from the toilet because of her
bondage. Tina pulled a 'wipe-n-dipe' from a plastic package and wiped Kim's
pubis, then she pulled out a fresh one and took a few more swipes, going far
higher than necessary to be sure that Kim's clit was stimulated... just a little
bit.
Kim blushed with embarrassment at being wiped by another woman and was thankful
when Tina threw the oily towellette in the wastebasket and helped her to her
feet. "Remember, not a word to anybody that I'm giving you any kind of break,"
Tina snarled.
"Yes, Miz Tina," Kim managed as Tina put the cap of a plastic squeeze bottle of
antiseptic soap into Kim's mouth. Kim submissively gripped the bottle with her
teeth.
"Now move," she snapped, slapping the riding crop down hard on the gurney. With
difficulty, Kim shuffled forward, shuffling each leg forward a few inches,
feeling her inner thighs strained by the awkward position. Getting through the
doorway took some effort. Then everyone was looking at her.
