"You're nothing but a little slut! That's why you're here, and that's the way you'll be treated! Now get up! Now!"

When Lisa hesitated, Anna slapped her hard across the face, the fingers burning into her flesh. Pushing the hair from her eyes, the girl realized she had no choice. Bracing herself against the floor with one hand, Lisa staggered to her feet and tried not to sob too loudly when she felt Anna remove her gown and throw it to one side. The matron felt her up and down as if she were a piece of meat to be sold at market, obviously pleased at what she had.

Lisa shuffled to another part of the room, spreading her legs widely apart as Anna had instructed her and placing them on the outside of two large eyehooks that had been cemented into the floor. The teen stood there, her flesh puckering up into goosebumps as the wrinkled skin of her nipples just under her bra was tickling with a kind of delightful itch. What on earth was she feeling? Stripped half-naked like this in this awful place, how could she feel anything approximating pleasure.

"No! Oh, no, what are you doing to me?"

Where had she gotten those leather straps? And why was Anna tying them tightly around her ankles, then looping them through the eyehooks? Lisa wanted to pull them off. But again she remembered the matron's fists, the hands that nearly knocked her unconscious.

Trying to remain calm, she felt Anna cinch the first strip of leather against her ankle, doubling it over until it pressed hard against her flesh. She had secured it to the first hook, then bent over and did the same with the girl's other ankle. In a moment, Lisa felt her ankles bound securely to the eyehooks, the quarter-inch strips of black leather creasing her flesh.

"Now, you'll hold your hands over your head, please? Yes, like that."

It had been too dark in the room for Lisa to notice everything. But now that she had her hands over her head she tilted her face up and saw a narrow four-foot wooden bar suspended from a single chain swaying directly over her head.