"You'll do as you're told!" Brett snapped. "You won't get a job anywhere else. I took you because of your looks and body, honey, not because of your mind. And you're gonna learn how to use them. Now wait until I've finished and…"

"You can't do this to these girls!" Aurora wept. "Let me go!"

"What?" he sneered, "Can't do this? Who do you think these girls are, huh? This is all they understand, baby, and I give it to them. When they leave me, they're straightened out all right. They don't come back and the state loves that. You think they ask me questions about my methods? They get good young men and women who know how to behave. That's what they want. Discipline!"

"No!" Aurora wailed. "Let me go! I'll tell them all what you're like!"

"Okay," Brett said, "that's enough. I'll have to teach you properly. Get out the rope, Karla, she can watch. That might change her mind a bit."

Leaving the sobbing, heaving girl still tied face-down over the desk, Karla went off and pressed a button in the wall. Part of the ceiling pulled back and a shining set of metal bars slid out. From them a rope unwound until it was about six feet from the floor.

"Good," Brett said and hustled the terrified Aurora over to the rope. He took her wrists and slid them into broad leather straps that tightened on her hands.

"No!" Aurora screamed, but Karla pressed another button and the rope began to go up, pulling her wrists with it. The rope went on, pulling her hands up until her feet only just touched the carpet. Then Karla touched the button again and the horrible rope stopped, leaving Aurora stretched badly, her whole body taking with the strain on her arms.

"Call her class they have the day off," Brett said. "That'll give her something to work for." Karla grinned as she left and Brett untied the moaning Lulu. The little girl got up off the desk and stood rubbing her ass, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. Her blouse was still open.