Hannah screamed as Dr. Wilcox shoved her out the window. He knew. Of course he knew. When her lungs were empty she sucked in more air and screamed again. Her body writhed and twisted, desperate to somehow escape, to claw her way back into the safety of his office. Freezing rain poured down her legs and body, down her nose, and she choked and gasped trying to get enough air for another frantic scream.
The sharp snap of leather against her rain-soaked pussy shocked Hannah out of her terrified struggle. She tilted her neck up - down - towards the ground twenty stories below, raindrops streaming past her at ludicrous speed, falling on the oblivious students who huddled under their umbrellas. She wiggled again but it was no use. Her brain knew the straps that held her arms behind her back wouldn't give, but her brain wasn't in charge anymore. Her stomach and legs bucked and surged, trying to twist her ankles out of the cuffs on the bar that held her upside down with her legs and pussy spread wide open. A strike from the crop against her pussy wrenched another breathless scream from her lips.
"Don't struggle too hard, I'd hate for your ankles to slip free," Dr. Wilcox said calmly as he snapped the leather against her pussy again. The wetness of her skin made the strike sharper than Hannah expected, and each blow caused her legs to twitch uselessly. Her body was covered in goosebumps from the freezing rain and her nipples were painfully hard. Her stomach muscles wouldn't stop clenching, arching her spine back and forth. Her neck twisted in every direction to keep the water out of her nose, and every time she saw the ground hundreds of feet below she screamed.
Dr. Wilcox cropped her body methodically. Hannah couldn't see his face, or much of anything - water flooded her eyes when she looked anywhere except straight down; when she looked down she was overcome by terror. When Dr. Wilcox had cuffed her into the spreader bar and suspended her from the steel rail she had no idea the contraption could be slid out the window into the endless sky.
The tiny leather flap at the end of the crop focused first on her vulnerable pussy, striking her over and over. Each lip received its own series of blows, and then the crop centered between them and hit her several times right over her opening. Hannah struggled and twisted but there was no way she could protect her most sensitive areas from the attack.
"This pussy is mine, Hannah," Dr. Wilcox said, punctuating each word with a snap of the crop. "I love this pussy, but when it misbehaves I will discipline it for its own good." Hannah couldn't form any words in response, but began to scream again when the crop landed repeatedly on her exposed and engorged clitoris. Each strike sent a lightning bolt through her body.
Dr. Wilcox continued: "I'm sure your friend Ashley told you something about her ordeal." Snap, scream. "You know more than the others. You girls are being trained for an important purpose." The crop snapped again and Hannah whimpered wordlessly.
Thunder erupted from the storm above and Hannah saw a man far below look up at the clouds and point. There was no chance anyone would see her hanging up here from the side of the building, much less hear her endless cries over the storm. Her throat was growing hoarse from yelling, and she panted deeply, sucking in breath when the crop finally stopped slapping her throbbing clit. The pain was insane, and yet...
"This turns my pussy on, doesn't it?" Dr. Wilcox asked, and struck her pussy again.
Hannah struggled for breath. "Please sir, bring me back in, please," Hannah begged, weeping tears that were immediately washed away. "I'll never do it again, I promise. Sir, please!" Her ankles were slick in the leather cuffs that kept her legs spread wide above her.
The crop struck all around her pussy again, her lips, her clit, her hole, and Hannah screamed and writhed in agony until her breath ran out.
"I asked my pussy a question," Dr. Wilcox said.
Hannah wept. Her pussy burned and the rest of her body was buried in ice. Every muscle screamed out for release, but when her eyes turned downward she was filled with terror at the prospect. Release meant plummeting into the ground below.
"There are powerful forces at work that are beyond your comprehension, and they'd happily devour you, body and soul." Dr. Wilcox began swinging again, making another round of her pussy and then covering other sensitive parts of her body. The crop snapped on each nipple, cracking them like ice cubes. Hannah writhed to pull her breasts away from the crop but she had no way to cover herself and nowhere to go. Then the crop began methodically moving up and down her inner thighs. Her knees tried to squeeze shut, but the spreader bar was immovable. Her ankles twisted in the cuffs, and suddenly her tummy was filled with dread at the realization that her writhing could actually pull her ankles free.
