Chapter 7: Quality time with the director

This time, a female guard with a green scarf was sitting behind the desk. She was much younger than Gertrude and very nervous. In no time, Sandra was standing in front of the small bespectacled man again.

“There you are, nice and clean. Please have a seat! Gertrude, would you please free her hands?”

She was confused about the polite reception. Were it not for her nakedness she could have been at the headmaster’s office of her old school after a minor infraction.

“No! What are you thinking? Sitting your naked ass on my nice leather chair!”

Sandra hastily got up again. Looking around, she saw a simple plastic chair standing in the corner. She took it and sat down.

“This is too close for comfort! Put the chair back two meters for me to see all of you!”

Sandra was confused. What was this all about? She wanted him to start the punishment in order to get it over with. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and firmly pressed her knees together.

The director was chuckling.

“What are you trying to hide? I have seen some of these parts of yours in action. There is no reason for you to be shy.”

“You know that …?”

“I told you, you are not supposed to talk without being asked. But I will tolerate it today. This being your first day and all. Of course, I know. The two guards fucking you was standard procedure.”

“How can **** be standard procedure at a … school?”

“We are not a school in the common sense. More like the school of life.”

He was chuckling again. Sandra had removed her arms and pressed her hands firmly on her thighs.

“There are several things you need to know to completely understand your situation. Your parents have sent you to us. They have willingly participated in your abduction. We have professionally covered our tracks. After some time, nobody will even know that you ever existed. I have got the impression that few people will miss you anyhow. You are at a location I will not disclose to you or your parents, if they ever change their mind, and want you back. Let’s put it like that: all you have to know is you are far away from any bleeding heart western style jurisdiction.”

Sandra was listening intently. He had already answered some of the questions on her mind. But there were so many more!

“So, I have given you some of the information you so desperately needed. What will you give me for that?”

She didn’t understand.

“What …?”

“You definitely are not the cleverest cooky in the box. Think! You, a beautiful young woman, I an old man …”

“You dirty old … You want to fuck me?”

“You have quite a temper! Back on your chair!”

Sandra was trembling with fury.

“I will not ask twice. There are two men outside who would very much like to renew your acquaintance. Gertrude is still angry and out for ****. I would make all these people very happy and have the pleasure of seeing your impudence beaten and fucked out of you. And there is so much you still are craving to know, isn’t there?”

Sandra did not need further encouragement. Slowly she took her seat again.

“So, where were we? Ah yes, you asked whether I wanted to fuck you. Eventually, I will do that. But one step after the other. Would you please open these legs a bit and show me your pussy? A little bit farther. Yes, much better, I think, I can continue now with the introduction.”

Sandra was surprised. So, he didn’t want to fuck her yet? Why the theatrics?

“To sum up: You are at an unknown far away location where there is no power above mine and my employees’. You can not call the police or flee to a women’s shelter or whatever your little brain might have cooked up. Of course, you have no means of communication whatsoever. You have been brought here for a reason. You have made a complete mess of your life. You are nineteen and have no proper education and no job. You don’t have a boyfriend and no prospect of a meaningful relationship. Your parents tried hard to help you understand your mistakes and push you in the right direction. All of that was to no avail and you becoming a criminal was a logical consequence of the poor decisions you made.”

“You are calling me a criminal? I stole some money, but you kidnapped me, had me beaten and even ****!”

“How dare you interrupt me? What is criminal behavior and what isn’t is decided by the society you live in. You were a petty criminal on her way to jail where you would have become a real criminal. Of course, abduction, ****, and **** are crimes in your former world. In your new world, there is no law except ours. This law is not written in paragraphs, it will be marked on your skin with a variety of tools. Sometimes, of course, we will resort to sexual means because there is no better way to show a woman her place than to enforce the eternal laws of nature by having intercourse with her. You see, we studied different ways of conditioning females and found that some of the most efficient means of control were developed in the oldest trade of mankind. The very simple relationship between the pimp and his whore proved to be highly educational.

Just like a pimp, we are going to break you by any means necessary. We like to compare our method to orthopedics. If a bone, let's say your arm, is broken and not tended to properly, it grows together in a crooked way and doesn’t function how it should. In order to repair it, it has to be broken again and rectified. The same will happen to you. But don’t be afraid, we are not talking about breaking bones, just about psychology.”

“So, you are a pimp, just interested in fucking me, having me fucked, and exploiting me. You are a most honorable man, sir!”

“Ah, how I enjoy our banter. You know, I really like a challenge. After some months you will be boringly obedient. I think I have deserved another token of your appreciation. Please spread your pussy lips for me and lift your ass a little bit.”

Sandra who still had a lot of questions wanted him to continue and obliged.

“Stay like that please!”

“I do not know if I can. It is very uncomfortable.”

“Comfort is not something you are entitled to, young lady. You better do as I said until my next command orders you otherwise.”

Sandra nodded and felt to her astonishment that she was getting moist down there.

“Some of the most important rules in The Retreat:

Never talk or act without being asked or ordered to.

Always respect those above you. In your case, this is more or less everybody.

The most important rule of course is obedience.

Minor, but still important rules concern your appearance and personal hygiene.

Everything else you will learn soon the hard or the easy way.”

“How long will I have to be here?”

“That depends completely on you. We will first adjust your behavior, then help you finish your education and then you still have to earn the money you owe us for our services. As you very well know, your parents didn’t pay a penny.”

Sandra's position was more and more difficult to hold. Her hope that her arousal wasn’t obvious to her observer was in vain.

“I see you enjoy our little tete-a-tete. At least your pussy does.”

Sandra’s face was on fire. Her nipples were small brown towers. Her body was completely out of control.

“Look at your face! At least you are still able to feel shame. But for all the wrong reasons! You see, I had many girls wetting this chair you are sitting on. Your body instinctively knows how to react to the presence of a suitable man.”

“Suitable? You are an old, fat …”

“It is quite enough young lady. From now on, an unsuitable sexual partner, be it man or woman, doesn’t exist anymore. You have forfeited the right to control who uses your body how and when. Get used to it!”

Sandra couldn’t stand the feeling her pulsating pussy sent through her body much longer.

“You are very wet down there. Do you want to do something about it?”

Sandra couldn’t, could she? Masturbate in front of this old geezer?

“Whatever. It is not your decision. Caress yourself! Now! I am sure you have lots of experience in loving yourself. Egocentric slut that you are!”

Sandra sat down more comfortably and let go of her labia. She had seen in the bathroom that an angry red stripe was running over her pussy and lower belly. Thus the traces of Gertrude's affection were still visible. The strange thing was that it didn’t hurt anymore as the pain was completely blanked out by the waves of lust that swept over her.

“It is difficult, isn’t it? Even for a shameless brat like you. I am not a monster; I will make it easier by joining you.”

The director got up from his chair. Sandra couldn’t help being shocked by the fact that the man had his trousers down to his knees and his penis out in the open. His erect penis. Erect because of her. Sandra was both ashamed and became aware of a new power. She, her body, could do that to a man.

The director was sitting on his desk in front of her and started to stroke his member.

Sandra had often felt the glances of men and boys. The girls had joked among themselves and imagined how their admirers were hiding somewhere and wanking to the mental image of their female classmates’ bodies. This memory helped her now. On the one hand, the director was not hiding, he was masturbating openly, enjoying her performance. On the other hand, his appearance and actions still had something of a coward. He was not hiding in the cubicle of a toilet or behind a tree. He was hiding behind his position and the power it entailed.

There still was a glimmer of anger in the confused girl’s brain. She promised herself that whatever would happen, whatever they would do to her, she would nurture this anger and let it grow. It was part of her personality, a personality these people wanted to change, to shape into something that was easier to handle. Easier to exploit.

There and then, sitting naked on a grimy old plastic chair, her body showing signs of ****, her pussy freshly fucked against her will, Sandra made a bargain with herself. A self she intended to protect at all costs.

“Yes, show me your pussy, open it for me, touch it …”

Sandra had decided to bring herself off as quickly as possible. She wouldn’t need much anyhow as her pussy was dripping already. She avoided looking at the director, closed her eyes, and went directly for her love button that had been waiting for her experienced fingers for quite some time.

It was enough to simply touch her most sensitive spot to bring her near a first orgasm. She took her clit between two fingers. Then she lifted her ass and brought her second hand to work. She started to fingerfuck herself while twirling her button. She didn’t need her usual ritual of self-gratification, and was already rubbing herself towards oblivion when …

“Aaah! What the …”

Sandra was lying on the floor, holding her left breast. It was hurting like hell. The director put his taser on the desktop and made himself comfortable again.

“I did not give you permission to come, did I?”

“Why …”

“You have a lot to learn. I wanted you to perform, to concentrate on me. But instead, you closed your eyes and your audience simply ceased to exist for you. Do you think this polite behavior?”

Sandra was crying. She was sitting now. Still on the floor and looking at him with all the hatred she could muster.

“Sit down again and continue. I expect a much better experience this time.”

The humiliated girl did not want to comply. Only when the director took the taser in his hand and started to get up did she obey.

Back on her chair, she started again. She looked at her master, albeit not in the way he expected her to.

Her eyes still moist, she was even smiling when she showed him how much she despised and hated him. Then she started to laugh.

The director was getting angry now. He stopped stroking his waning erection.

“Come and blow me, bitch!”

Her only reaction was that she was laughing louder and increased the frequency of her fingers. There was no danger of her coming soon.

“Make me blow you if you have it in you.“

This time she saw it coming. He slapped her hard, but she held herself on the chair. Her fingers continued their work.

“Tell me, mighty director was there ever any woman who was nice to you without being ****? Out of her own free will?”

The small man was jumping at her, and the chair fell over. Sandra was on her back on the floor with the director on top of her. He **** her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance. His attack and the feel of the skin of a young beautiful girl had made him hard again.

Sandra’s well-lubricated pussy did not pose an obstacle. Her body welcomed him without her will and soon she reacted to his thrusts. They both accelerated and he could neither control his nor her cumming. She was **** again. Kind of.