knees wouldn't bend, wouldn't give way against the wood. They had her trapped, unable to move.
'Ughhhhh!'
The needles withdrew a bit, then twisted back in. Once more the girl felt the sharp cold tips touching her nipples and again they threatened to pierce the flesh, leaving the girl half-hysterical with terror and pain.
'No, no, oh dear God, don't let this happen to me!' she bawled.
The needles withdrew a third time, only to come back in a little lower, touching the pouting, rounded bottoms of her tits. It was a steady torture. And the searing pain brought about its pleasure as well. It was as if a thousand delightful teeth were nibbling at her clit, making her tighten her ass and thighs. What was it with her? She shouldn't be feeling all these delightful feelings between her legs. And yet trapped like that, unable to move, tormented by those needles, Allison couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was growing hotter by the moment.
As best she could the girl beat the sides of the case with her fists in rhythm with the needles that advanced again. More sweat oozed from her, sucking down her flesh as she threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the box. One needle had come through a lower hole, pinching her clit, threatening to spear into her pussy.
'Oooohhhhhh!'
The searing, dizzying pain made her body shake. The girl thought for a moment she was going to pass out a second time. And then, as quickly as they had come, the needles disappeared. Thank God, oh thank God!
CHAPTER TEN
The door opened and a wave of cool air blew against her body. Jack caught her as she fell, holding her back against the rear of the case. Twisting her head around Allison could see it indeed was a mummy case, something Erika doubtlessly had commissioned in the carpentry shop. She gasped, gulping in lungfuls of fresh air, still feeling the sting of the whip and the pricking of those awful needles.
'I think she's had enough,' Jack said, feeling her tremble against his body.
'Nonsense! The girl is made of stronger stuff than you think,' Erika countered, sauntering up to Allison and grabbing her by the chin.
'You enjoy this, don't you dear? I could spot you and your type a mile away. You enjoy me and the others humiliating you this way, don't you?' Erika asked, her voice tensing while her grip on Allison's chin tightened.
'I don't know what you mean!' the girl gasped, feeling the flash of truth, her face reddened.
'Of course you don't,' Erika said, her eyes narrowing. Dropping her hand she backed away. 'You don't know what I'm talking about any more than you don't know that your cunt dripped, yes, dripped juice while the doctor was whipping you. You didn't realize we were watching you, watching how your ass tightened, how hard your nipples became while you backed into the cat.'
Allison shook her head, trying to cover her ears, screaming out protests. She wasn't that kind of girl that kind of degenerate. What Erika was describing was the kind of woman who belonged in a mental institution. She was only her mother's little girl, an innocent victim!
'I see you don't believe me… even though you know what happened to you. What were you feeling while we were beating and fucking you? You still don't believe me?' Erika asked, a touch of exasperation in her voice. 'Very well, I suppose we must show the truth to you in a harsh way.'
An indescribable thrill rippled through the young girl as she leaned heavily against Jack. 'Oh please, please don't let her hurt me. Oh please…'
She was begging the doctor who only looked down coldly. No, there would be no mercy in this place. All she would find here was pleasure – the kind of pleasure Erika described, the kind that both attracted and horrified her.
'Secure her to the wall,' Erika said, pointing imperiously to a set of manacles attached on the far wall.
'No, no!'
This was like a scene from a movie. Allison jerked around, beating at Jack with her fists as he dragged her across the wet floor, pinning her arms to her sides as best he could. In a few moments Allison found herself chained to the wall, her hands pulled high over her head, her ass flattened against the brick. The muscles strained in her shoulders as she sucked in deep breaths of air, determined to survive.
'Do you want to see how closely pleasure and pain can come?' Erika said, stretching out one hand and opening her long fingers. It was a signal. Jack fished out a book of matches and handed it to her.
'No, no,' the girl said, her eyes widening the moment Erika opened the cover and pulled out two matches.
'Actually, you have already seen the relationship. You're simply too stubborn to recognize it. Now I want you to concentrate on this.'
To emphasize her point Erika held up the matchbook, turning it so Allison could see the two dislocated matches and the rough bottom where the woman would ignite them.
'Watch, Allison, watch closely, concentrate on the flame, and then think of what it will do,' Erika said in a low voice.
The girl's eyes focused in on the matches, her heart pounding as Erika drew them quickly across the bottom of the book. Two bright orange flashes of light exploded, quickly dimming into flickering red flames and then slowly burning down toward the headmistress' fingers.
'The fire is very warm, Allison, very, very warm. Just think of what it could do to your flesh if it touched it,' the woman said, her fingers shaking.
'Don't burn me, Miss Vennestroom. Please, don't hurt me with, with that!'
Allison could feel the warmth of the flames against her face and the smell of sulfur made her nose twitch. Looking into Erika's tawny eyes she saw there was no recourse to pity the woman was bound and determined to torture her with the fire. Allison mustered all her courage, holding her breath and bracing herself as Erika lowered, the flame to her throat, her tits, and finally her belly.
'It will keep you warm, this fire,' Erika said, backing down.
Allison lowered her eyes. Her lips began moving, a low moan coming from her throat. Her eyes opened, the pupils dilating with terror. Hesitancy and bewilderment spread through her mind. There was nothing she could say or do that would prevent the headmistress from branding her with the flames. Her face paled while her knees shook with terror. In vain Allison pulled her hands against the manacles, chafing her wrists against the cold metal as Erika lowered the burning matches to her cunt.
'Do you feel the heat now, Allison?'
The girl pressed her lips tightly together, her teeth grinding while a pulse of terror leaped at her throat. Her head shook as the girl felt the burning heat curl into her pussy. Yes, she could feel the heat and it was making her tremble. Her fingers became fists, her thigh and belly muscles tightening.
'Yes, you feel it. I can see that,' Erika said, turning briefly and smiling up at the two men watching her. 'Observe this, gentlemen. It's something that should interest you – a woman in heat while being tortured. Strange, and then again not so strange.'
Erika began humming an old song while passing the flame from side to side. Allison could hear her pussyhairs burning, crackling black and curling down under the flames. Oh God, Erika was going to singe her clit, going to burn her cunthole with the matches.
'No, please… oh don't… not that… save that… please, for all that's holy… please don't do this to me.'
'But you want it done, don't you, Allison? There's one part of you that wants it done, right?' Erika asked.
'No, no!'
'Well,' Erika sighed, arching her eyebrows, 'I'm going to have to show you then.' With that she moved the match to the muscle directly below the girl's clit.
'Ayyyeyyeiiyyee!'
The pain was excruciating. She screamed, her legs jerking forward, then snapping together, trying to close no the flame and put it out. She felt her clit stiffening, filling with arousal. Erika smiled, glanced up at the trembling girl, then moved the flames back to her clit.
'Aaaghghghhhhh!'
