Cheryl swayed back and forth as the wagon wheels churned through muddy ruts. She sat beside her mother in the back seat of the buggy, gazing out over the grassy fields. A fine mist mingled with the thick clouds above. The dreariness of the day and her situation made her feel heavy. Occasionally she watched the fine water droplets as the tiny pools formed thin trickles down her fathers back. He drove the team of horses onward. Cheryl's right hand was clasped tightly as her mother held it in her lap. Occasionally the buggy lurched so hard that her arm was jerked. Cheryl's mother would not look at her. Her eyes stayed fixed upon the road ahead. Cheryl knew her mother was very mad at her and that she was going to be in big trouble.
Eventually the landscape became more rugged. Trees and brush encroached upon the roadsides as they made their way into a deep dark forest. Cheryl's father yelled harsh words and cracked his whip, forcing the horses to work harder to pull the buggy up a steep hill. As they reached the top, they entered a long driveway to their right. A large wooden sign said Women's School for Behavior Corrections. The large arrow underneath pointed in the direction they were going. The horses pulled the buggy up a second incline towards a large heavy iron gate.
As they drew nearer Cheryl saw a woman standing in front of the gate. She was naked except for leather harnesses around her breasts and waist, and a leather collar around her neck. As the woman turned to pull open the gate, Cheryl noticed a chain linking the woman's harness to the gate. The woman's nipples had large steel rings in them. The chains ran from the gate through a ring on her back, then divided to run through rings under her arms. The chains ended with clasps latched to the rings on her nipples. Cheryl struggled to grasp the concept of what she was seeing as they passed by the woman.
Beyond the gate She was startled by the cracking of a whip over to their right. Cheryl looked past her mother to see a large bean field. A guard on a big muscular horse carried the whip. He yelled "stop pulling those bean plants!" He held his horse back, preventing it from walking into the beans. In the field several young women stooped over the bean plants pulling weeds. They were all naked except for their harnesses, which were similar to the one worn by the woman at the gate.
The guard carefully navigated his horse through the rows to get to one of the girls and flicked her bottom with his whip. "I told you not to pull any beans! We'll see what the master has to say about this when we get home." He yelled
The woman scurried away from him and worked even harder.
The buggy approached a tomato field on their left. More women busied themselves with tending this field. Their guard dismounted and grabbed one of the girls who had a tomato in her hand. The guard led her to a small section of wooden fence in the field. He fastened her breast harness to the fence and pulled off her bottom harness, laying it over the top rail. She cried and begged him for mercy as he pulled her thighs away from the fence to make her stoop over.
"Now you'll know better than to eat those tomatoes," he said with a laugh. He brought the whip down hard across her back and made several more stokes across her thighs and buttocks.
Cheryl's head was turned as far back as it would go as the man was unzipping his pants and grasping the woman's crotch. She felt a hard jerk on her arm as her mother forced her to straighten back around.
Her mother said scoldingly. "Young lady, this is the place where you are going to get what you deserve."
Eventually the buggy made its way past all of the crop fields. They also passed by gangs of women working on the driveway with hoes and rakes. Cheryl noticed burn scars on the right hips of the women. The scars were shaped like numbers. The mounted guards nodded to the arriving guests, eyeing Cheryl with piercing looks. She became increasingly nervous and anxious about what was going to happen to her. She huddled deeper into the buggy seat and pulled her rain coat more tightly around her lacy pink dress.
Her father guided the team around a curve and down a lane taking them past long rows of buildings. Under their guards' watchful eyes, women were sweeping and cleaning the compound. Others scrubbed clothing against washboards in great big tubs of soapy water. Sheets, towels, and the guard's uniforms were hung up to dry, while dry things were folded onto carts.
Women wearing harnesses with bridles on their heads were hitched in pairs in front the carts. Guards seated on the carts held their reins. These were strung through a series of rings along the women's backs, up over their shoulders, and then through rings at the edges of the women's mouths. The ends of the reins were clasped to their nipple rings.
The buggy team startled slightly as a pair of women trotted up the lane in front of them. Their guard lashed them with his whip to make the girls run harder up the road ahead of the buggy.
They now approached a great mansion looming on their left. Cheryl's father turned the horses to enter the driveway. It was neatly trimmed with lawns and flower gardens. Cheryl heard screams coming from her right. She looked to see a large concrete patio where two women were being tortured. One guard stood holding a scroll. He was reading to the other guard what to do.
One woman was tied face down across two hitching rails. One rail supported her chest, the other supported her tummy. Large weights hung from her nipple rings. Her legs were held spread apart by a bar. A rounded wooden stick, about four inches in diameter, protruded from her vagina. Her back and buttocks and legs were covered with bleeding whip marks.
The other woman was hanging upside down with her hands fastened behind her head. Her legs were also held apart with a bar. A guard was whipping her on her crotch buttocks and thighs.
The buggy stopped. Cheryl's father got down. Turning to face them, he held his hand up to them. Her mother pushed her to get up and shoved her towards his grasp. Her father grabbed her waist to lift her down. He then held her arm tightly as he helped her mother. They proceeded to the door of the mansion.
It opened abruptly and a large woman in a white nurses dress welcomed them in. She greeted them saying, "You must be the Webberlys we've been expecting you. Come right this way and I will take you to see Master Thomas."
