Lisa let out a gasp, the muscles still sore from the horror earlier. She stayed calm until she realized her feet didn't reach the floor. She would hang there from her wrists, just as she had hung from them in the other room.

"Unghhh-uhhhhh!"

Something smashed into her belly. Lisa doubled up, her knees jerking to her tits. The matron had taken a small club and swung it into her tummy, knocking the wind from the teen.

Lisa gagged, the dull pain seemimg to wrench her guts inside-out. Her eyes opened wide.

"Good. I knew you were awake from the moment the guards brought you in. My name is Elena. Elena DuPoint. I'm the head matron here. Undoubtedly, Anna, your floor matron, has shown you some of the things that can happen to a girl here should she – well, cross me or one of the guards."

Lisa nodded her head up and down, biting down on her pouty lower lip. If she played by all the rules, perhaps she would be let free of this contraption.

"Good. See, we're making progress already," Elena said, sitting on the edge of her desk and folding her long fingers together over one knee.

Lisa could see the woman was very tall and attractive, her dark-brown hair pulled back severely from her face in much the same style Anna wore.

Elena wore a long white doctor's gown, tied tight around her waist. Leaning to one side, she tapped one long red fingernail lightly against the polished top of her oak desk. She was studying Lisa, narrowing her eyes while her thin red lips curled into a smile.

"Please, Miss DuPoint, when will you let me go?"

Elena's smile broadened as she tilted her head back and narrowed her eyes even more.