The House of Correction

Chapter Nine

Hannah rested on her bed in a daze as she waited for the others to return from their training session with Miss Adams. She could still taste the slimed phallus deep down in her throat, having been made to suck it for ages after Miss Stern had pulled it slowly out of her anus. Coated with her own internal secretions, it had slid in and out of her mouth until it was clean and then the Governess had escorted her back to the dormitory after getting dressed and having stripped Hannah out of the corset and stockings.

Once again in her rough shift, Hannah tried to make sense of the feelings and thoughts that cascaded through her mind. The pain she remembered vividly and she was lying on her front to alleviate the still glowing heat in her arse from the tawse. The aftermath of pleasure still tingled in her system too and she frowned, puzzled as to why she had derived such deep delight in being whipped and then used by the Governess. Why had her body responded by sending her flying up to heaven instead of making her despair? Confused, she sunk her head down onto the grey woollen blanket and waited for her fellow prisoners to join her.

"You missed out on lots more dressing up, Hannah," bubbled Flo as she walked in with the others, making Hannah jerk her head up from the bed. "Corsets, basques, silk stockings..."

"Be quiet, Flo!" snapped Faith. "You're not being turned into some rich lady, you know! You're being whored out to satisfy a load of men!"

"Just like being married then, ain't it," added Gwen cheekily, "except that you get more than one cock to play with!"

As she and Flo started to giggle uncontrollably, Faith walked over and sat on Hannah's bed and asked her if she was alright.

"I think so, Faith. Beaten and bruised a bit but I'll survive that, I suppose. I'm just a bit..."

"Frightened, confused, angry? Or all of them mixed up like a cocktail?"

"Definitely the first two."

"What did Miss Stern do then?" Faith inquired, stroking Hannah's hair gently.

"She...she used a tawse and a rubber thing," muttered Hannah, feeling her face flame in embarrassment.

"A dildo you mean. Opened up that tight pussy of yours a little, I suppose, as she does love to break in the new girls."

"And she used my bottom too," whispered Hannah, wanting to tell someone even though it was mortifying to admit to.

"And you liked it, didn't you?" asked Faith knowingly as Hannah shivered and sobbed in her arms. "You are just a natural submissive, girl. Personally, it doesn't do anything for me but everybody is different. It will make it easier for you next week when one of the guests wants you there, won't it? Right, get that face washed and let's get moving because it is nearly dinner time and woe betide us if we are late!"

Feeling a little better, Hannah managed to get through dinner without any mishaps. Instead, it was one of the women, Jane, from another dormitory that suffered after she dropped her plate on the floor. After being made to eat up the food off the stained floor, Jane assumed position four, bent over with her hands gripping her ankles, and then suffered the indignity of having her thin shift raised to display her pale arse cheeks before she was whipped with the strap two dozen times by the burly figure of Miss Andrews. Tears streamed down the woman's face as she sat back down on the hard wooden bench, arse cheeks burning like fire and ate her pudding...a stodgy jam-roly-poly.

The solemn trudge around the exercise yard followed dinner and the women walked in silence, heads bowed against the bitter wind that cut through their thin clothing. Hannah's nipples throbbed and tingled with the cold, standing out proudly and poking against the shift she was wearing whilst her buttocks ached from the after effects of the tawse. The guard, Miss Jackson, wrapped up warmly and leaning against the wall to block out the wind, smirked as she passed and eventually called her over.

"Yes, Miss Jackson?" Hannah asked politely, hoping that she hadn't managed to incur the woman's wrath for some reason.

"Excited, are you, Miller?" the guard inquired with a slight smile.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your nipples, Miller. Look at them!"

"I'm cold, Miss Jackson," Hannah whimpered before stopping to think.

"I had better warm them up then, hadn't I? Strip and assume position one, girl!"

Heart sinking, Hannah slipped off her dress and stood there shivering for a moment before she knelt down on the cold flagstones with her hands on her head. Jackson reached down and teased her fingers over the erect buds, making little jolts of pleasure slide down through Hannah's chilled skin. She almost moaned with delight as the guard rubbed the nipples harder, friction creating a semblance of warmth in her breasts even as the rest of her body chilled steadily. Then she was gasping as cruel fingers nipped and pinched at the tender nubs, pulling them away from her body. She resisted the temptation to snatch her hands from her head and slap the groping, tormenting fingers away and endured the pain instead, biting her lip as a scream threatened to squeeze out of her mouth.

Miss Jackson laughed and took her hands away after a while then unhooked her strap from her belt and swung it lazily through the air. It cracked against Hannah's breasts and she groaned as a spasm of agony shot into her body. Another swing of the leather and more pain coursing through her skin while the other women walked slowly by, some staring with undisguised interest and others looking away just in case the guard started on them instead. A dozen painful blows and then Hannah was ordered back on to her feet and made to walk round naked, skin paling visibly as the wind whipped by and made her shake.

The sudden warmth of a naked body sliding against hers later that night brought Hannah out from a restless doze. Soft kisses rained down upon her lips and then she was being smothered with heated flesh as Faith twisted round and pressed her quim down upon the girl's eager mouth.

"Open wide," she whispered and Hannah obeyed, waiting eagerly to drink the woman's golden offering. A subtle hiss and then came a gush of warmth flooding into her mouth and she swallowed it down, revelling in serving Faith in such an intimate way. The flow seemed to last for ages but she gulped it all down then licked avidly at the soft, wet folds, tongue delving deep before Faith moved position slightly and pulled her arse cheeks wide apart.

Hannah scented the woman's darkness and teased the tip of her tongue over the crinkled furrow as fingers began to touch and tantalise her pussy lips. She sighed with delight as gentle strokes aroused her flesh and she burrowed her tongue deep into Faith's anal tube, feeling the rubbery walls squeeze and contract in response. Pleasure flooded through her and she jerked as Faith's fingers found her clit and rubbed it sensuously. Tiny strokes then hard rubs alternated with short, sharp smacks onto the sensitive nub and Hannah buried her face in Faith's warm buttocks, tongue delving ever deeper as desire rushed up into her brain. Her body suddenly twitched as the tingling sensations became too much and she cried out into the muffling flesh above her before she was avidly working her tongue round Faith's swollen clit as the woman shifted position once more. Faith gasped as the nimble tip teased her upwards into rapture and then she was squirting her juicy essence all over the girl's face as her orgasm swept through her in powerful surges.

"You really are such a natural submissive, Hannah," murmured Faith once again, sliding down beside the girl and pressing kisses onto her soft lips. "The Governess will have no trouble getting a high price for you especially as you are educated too. You'll make a fine mistress for some rich gentleman: a whore in the bedroom and a lady in polite society!"

"Is that what will happen to me?" asked Hannah nervously.

"Probably the best thing that can, girl. You won't get another position as a governess, will you? Not with a criminal record hanging over you! Miss Stern will sell you off easily."

"But what if I don't want to be some man's mistress?"

"Then she'll break you, Hannah. You might enjoy pain a little but she'll be whipping you every day and everywhere. Those tits will get striped like Jackson did today but harder, your arse will be constantly bruised and wealed from the cane and then she will start on that soft pussy if you don't concede defeat. Take a birch to it maybe until it bleeds? You'll give in at some point!"

"But I only have to survive six months, Faith."

"Until she accuses you of something else in here. Maybe attacking a guard? Then the judge will add extra months on, won't he?" Faith stated matter-of-factly whilst hugging Hannah's shivering figure into her tightly.

"So what do I do then?" Hannah inquired miserably, tears leaking out of her soft blue eyes and trailing down her cheeks where Faith's tongue found them and lapped them up tenderly.

"We think, we look and we plan, Hannah. First thing is that I am going to teach you and the other two in here how to slip out of these restraints. Having the ability to move around at night will certainly be helpful as long as the guards do not find out about it."

A slight noise in the corridor outside alerted Faith and she was off like a whippet, scurrying back over to her own bed and flinging the thin blanket over her naked body as the door opened and a lantern's flickering gleam shone inside. Hannah pretended to be asleep, breathing deeply and keeping her eyes tight shut as footsteps sounded close by her bed. Hands pulled at her restraints, testing them then the person moved away again and the gentle rattle of chains on the other beds sounded before the door was closed and locked once again. Hannah lay awake for a while, worrying about what Faith had said earlier but eventually she drifted off to sleep, soft breaths echoing round the room until the dawn light blossomed.