"I would have thought you a little liar like most of the girls here," Elena said almost to herself, examining the bloody nail, then wiping it on the back of her uniform. "In any case, our little session here will serve as a warning in case you decide not to tell the truth when asked!"

Elena moved the alligator clips around to the girl's pussy.

Lisa held her breath, her cheeks puffing out while the cords stood out against her neck. Elena opened one clamp and let it bite down on the teen's right cuntlip. Lisa groaned, thumping the backs of her legs against the table.

It was so close to her clit, so very very close to the thumping thumb-like organ that began to quiver and stiffen at the biting touch of the clamp.

Elena noticed the girl's reaction and smiled pleasantly, sliding the other clip down around Lisa's thighs until the pointed tip was pressing against the brown bunched flesh of the teen's asshole. Lisa shook her head violently from side to side, guessing what the woman was planning to do. She tried shoving her ass flat against the table, but nothing worked. Elena won in the end, spreading the teen's asscheeks apart and pushing the slippery cold head into her shitter.

Lisa rolled her head from side to side, her eyes lighting on the books lined like soldiers on a nearby shelf. It was so innocent-looking-a doctor's office, perhaps. Then she felt again the tug of the wires. Lisa turned back toward the desk and saw Elena attaching the wires to something behind her desk.

In a moment, the matron was ready, reaching back and pulling out the pearl-colored clip holding her hair in a tight bun. The locks tumbled down around her shoulders, fanning out as she untied her white doctor's gown and let it slip off to the floor.