The House On Blackberry Hill
Prologue: Bethany's Torment
The slim girl slowly pushed herself out of the bed, carefully avoiding any
noise. It was already 2.00 am, she had to hurry if she didn't want to be late.
And she REALLY didn't want to be late! Her bed let out an ugly creak when she
lifted her weight to stand up. Worried she hesitated a few minutes, afraid of
probably having woken somebody. The walls of the dormitories were thin, so were
the doors and windows...
When nothing happened after a few minutes, the red headed girl finally dared to
move again. Relieved that her fellows of next door were obviously some of those
'nothing-wakes-me-up-girls', she sneaked out of the room. The hall was dark and
empty, no staff nor patients were awake (The current night watchman was on her
way to the staff's room were she would meet her fellow that was supposed to
replace her, as always at 2 am). Good! The last thing Bethany needed right now
were annoying mates or nurses that questioned her why she wasn't in her room.
Despite the nightly darkness surrounding her, she easily found her way through
the long corridors. Three minutes later she stood in front of a large iron door.
Pushing down the handle she found it wasn't locked and slowly pushed the heavy
door open, not bothering about knocking before entering the room, as she knew
nobody could hear her through the completely soundproof door.
The room was dark and silent. A sigh of relief escaped the young girl's mouth
when she closed the door behind her and felt for the light switch on the wall
next to her. She switched on the light, turned and froze.
"You are late Bethany!" said the young woman with the long auburn hair, the
feline face and the deep red lips, that lazily sat in a modern armchair behind a
large metallic desk, her high-heeled boots on top of the glassy plate. She was
dressed in a long white coat with a nameplate on it that read:
Dr. Laura Braun.
The red headed girl furtively glanced over to the clock hanging on the wall next
to the desk. It was 2.05 am. She was exactly five minutes too late. And she knew
that was late enough to drive her auburn opposite crazy.
"I'm sorry miss..." whispered the girl and hung her head.
"I know you are sorry, Bethany, but we can't just leave it at that, can we?"
Silence.
"CAN WE?!"
"No."
"Pardon?"
"No, miss, we can't!"
The thin girl didn't dare to look into the woman's stern face, into those eyes
that glared at her as if she was a little puppy that had just peeed on the
carpet.
But Laura Braun didn't tolerate shyness. "Look at me when I talk to you!" she
commanded in a voice suitable to her 'bad-little-puppy-glare'. Bethany raised
her head obediently, not wanting to further upset her opposite. Laura Braun
sighed. She wasn't in any mood to discuss her victim's fault-pass, nor to
lecture her about punctuality. Not tonight.
"Come to me, Bethany!" she ordered, taking her legs off of the desk and patting
her thigh. Bethany complied, unsure about what would come next. Dr. Braun
pointed to the floor by her chair, her slender, perfectly manicured finger
ordering the girl to kneel next to her. No sooner had Bethany knelt down than
Dr. Braun had gripped her long red strands, forcefully pulling her head over her
white coated thighs. Bethany yelped in pain when her neck was uncomfortably
twisted until she had to look up into the older woman's face.
"Do I really have to explain what I expect you to do when I tell you tomorrow at
point 2.00 am!?" asked the doctor angrily in a frightening but yet so soft
voice.
"No miss." replied the girl through gritted teeth.
"Well, obviously I do have to! Or why is it that you happen to come at 2.05 am,
instead of 5 minutes earlier as told to?!"
Bethany opened her mouth to speak, but Dr. Braun didn't want to hear any
excuses.
"Listen!" she hissed and pulled at the girl's hair again. "We've already lost
enough time because of your lack of punctuality, and I don't wanna waste my
precious night by punishing you. Till we meet again, that'll be tomorrow 4.00
p.m. - and that IS 4.00 p.m., not 4.05 p.m., Bethany! - till we meet again, I
want you to decide yourself about the nature of your punishment. Spanking,
whipping, starving, it's your choice, be creative! And don't try to fool me! If
you dare to suggest anything I don't find appropriate I'll decide myself again,
and believe me you won't be pleased at all with the result! Do we have an
understanding?!"
"Yes miss!"
"What will you do 'til tomorrow 4.00 p.m.?"
"I'll chose a way I want to be punished, miss."
"And why are you going to be punished tomorrow, Bethany?"
"Because I have been late, miss."
"How late have you been, Bethany?"
"Five minutes, miss."
"That's far too late, isn't it?"
"Yes miss."
"And it won't happen again, Bethany, will it?"
"No miss!"
"That's my girl! Now get up!"
Laura Braun let go of the girl's hair and Bethany rose to her feet, tears of
pain and fear dwelling in her light gray eyes.
For a moment the doctor just looked at the red head that stood in front of her
in a beautiful silky night dress that Dr. Braun herself had bought her. How she
loved the view of her little slut in nothing but light silk!
"lock the door!" she then ordered and Bethany quickly walked over to the
soundproof door, locked it and gave the key to Dr. Braun. "Undress!" within a
few seconds the girl had pulled the night dress over her head, dropping it to
the floor. Completely naked and vulnerable she stood in front of her therapist.
Her small, pale breasts as well as her back and delicate ass, were covered with
innumerable criss crossing scars and (partly still fresh) marks and stripes.
Ugly reminders of painful sessions with an irritated brunette therapist...
"Table - face up!" came the next short order and Bethany hurried to climb on top
of the heavy desk in front of the doctor, positioning herself face up on her
back, silently moaning when her sore skin on back and ass connected with the
cold glass plate. But she lay still, awaiting the next order.
But this time Dr. Braun's melodic voice wasn't angry or commanding, but soft and
soothing: "Bethany," she whispered in a seductive tone, her voice shaking with
anticipation at the sight of the youthful naked body on her desk. "Bethany you
are beautiful!" The doctor rose from her chair and cupped one of the little
breasts poking into the air with her slender hand, slightly squeezing the pink
flesh. Bethany shifted her eyes to stare at a small picture on the wall, when
she felt the ache coming from her breasts. Laura Braun began to pinch her nipple
forcefully between her thumb and index finger, causing the young girl to yelp
from the pain of this touch.
She yelped even louder when the doctor suddenly straddled her, pressing her
beaten behind further onto the desk's plate. Bethany shifted her head and
shoulders, desperately trying to find a less painful position. "STILL!" The
doctor's voice was threatening again and with one sharp slap on the girl's face
Bethany lay still again. "Good girl."
The doctor noticed the tears of pain and fear running down the girl's pale face
and felt her center ache with lust and anticipation. Quickly raising herself she
took off her white coat, under which she was completely naked, and lowered her
bare body on the nude girl below her again. Her pussy was wet and hot and the
doctor trembled when it touched the girl's cold belly. Bethany grimaced with
disgust when the brunette woman began to rock her wet hips against her body,
thrusting back and forth, moaning louder with every movement.
But she remained still while the doctor started to fondle her youthful body, her
sore breasts, her flat belly, her pubic hair, her labia...
Bethany finally closed her eyes, trying to imagine herself out of her body, far
away to a pleasant place, a place free of pain and fear and this woman above
her... But the steadily increasing thrusts of the doctor's center against her
body, the hands squeezing her breasts and nipples, her stinging scars being
pressed against the desk, and the moans of lust escaping the doctor's beautiful
but evil lips made it impossible for her to lock out the pain and humiliation.
She was used to her body being taken this way, by this woman, on this desk, in
this room, but she could never get used to the fear of what would come next.
Because she knew that whatever would come next would always be worse...
And so it didn't take long and the girl's soft whimpers soon turned into loud
moans of pure pain, when the older woman suddenly began to thrust her fist
aggressively into her vagina. "Yeah, let me hear you darling, let me hear your
beautiful voice..." Dr. Braun cooed, mesmerized by her victim's silent cries of
agony. How she loved the sound of agony!
Bethany gritted her teeth and arched her back as her body was painfully shoved
over the desk by the doctor's hand thrusting in and out of her body. A rush of
excitement swept through Dr. Laura's body when she felt the girl rocking up her
crotch against her own dripping wet pussy. "Yesssss... that's my girl...
ahhhhhh, let me feel you!" And the doctor rammed her knees in the girl's rips as
if riding a rodeo horse.
Oh yes, it could always get worse!
And Bethany knew, oh how she knew, that the evil woman above her was just at her
foreplay...
