Ted Leonard

Disciplined daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Pretty little Cindy Farmer thought she was pretty clever. She was the first girl under the age of nineteen to become a member of the high school gang, the Jet-Savers. She was as tall as an nineteen-year-old, as curvy as a nineteen-year-old and, as it turned out, as sexy as a nineteen-year old.

At first the older girls laughed at her for even dreaming of becoming a Jet-Saver – the female arm of the Jetsons, a gang of senior high boys who preferred orgies to baseball. The tough Jet-Savers, in their leather jackets and tight denims, scoffed at Cindy and ridiculed her. She was only a tenth-grader, beneath them, too naive, too young. But Cindy proved them wrong.

She hounded the older girls so often that they finally – laughingly – agreed to let her try to pass their initiation tests. Every chick had to undergo the same trials before she could become a Jet-Saver. Cindy proudly and confidently accepted the challenge.

To the girls' surprise Cindy passed every damned test. She stole a teacher's wallet, the first test. She spit into the face of a female teacher, the second test. She defied school and parental authority without flinching or crying like a baby, the third test. Then came test number four, the biggest and the most secret.

Sworn to secrecy, Cindy had to suck the cock of every member of the Jetsons. The vital test took place in an abandoned warehouse, supervised by the Jet-Savers. The guys lined up against a wall and Cindy had to kneel before them, one at a time, and blow them until they shot their wads down her throat.

Feeling frisky and looking foxy, Cindy attacked the test with her usual verve and enthusiasm. Without batting an eye, she knelt dutifully before each guy and took his prick out. She licked and lapped and sucked each cock until the guy was groaning with tremendous release. Then she crawled over to the second, guy, then the third, the fourth, the fifth. Her sexy young mouth sucked and sucked her throat gulped and gulped hot jism. The Jet-Savers looked on with growing admiration as the young girl blew fifteen cocks in a row.

After the fifteenth prick had pumped its creamy come into her mouth, Cindy got to her feet feeling proud and accomplished. She grinned lewdly at the older girls and wiped jism away from her pouting young lips and jutting tits.

She felt older after eating fifteen stiff cocks, and she haughtily claimed her membership in the Jet-Savers. The older girls laughed together but accepted her into their raunchy club. Cindy was happy.

But she never got to enjoy that membership. She had come into a secret organization after it had been active for almost four years. She didn't know it, but the Jetsons and the Jet-Savers were into more than private little orgies. They had branched out into pornographic film-making. The Jetsons and the Jet-Savers starred in these hot flicks and they made money hand over fist – until the bust.

Cindy was home on that Friday night, preparing for her first orgy. Now that she was a Jet-Saver she could join in the fun. She told her parents she was going to a church service across town. In her bedroom she removed her bra and panties and wore only a short mini dress for the exciting occasion. That's when the juvenile authorities showed up at the door.

Cindy's mother and father were shocked to their roots when they learned the sordid details about what was going on at school behind their backs. As law-abiding, God-fearing people, they felt it was their duty to punish their daughter in some way. All the Jetsons and all the Jet-Savers were in jail. But Cindy was too young.

Mr. and Mrs. Farmer inquired of discreet friends what they might do with their naughty little girl. The answer was the Fairfield Home for Wayward Girls, about a hundred miles away. Regina Fairfield, they were told, was a reputable woman of about fifty years of age with great experience dealing with unruly girls. Her late husband, it was said, had been a policeman for twenty years.

Cindy learned much later that Mr. Fairfield had never been a policeman. Until his death in 1980 he had been an executioner – the man who pulled the switch to the electric chair on condemned criminals in the state prison.

When it came time to ship Cindy to her home away from home, her parents were abject but determined. "This is for your own good," her father assured her, giving her a farewell kiss.

Her mother hugged her and cried a few tears and sniffled. "If you had only been a good girl Cindy. Now see what you've brought on yourself? Please do well at the home, darling. Mrs. Fairfield is there to teach you all the things your father and I can't."

No matter what her mother and father said about Regina Fairfield, Cindy hated the woman's guts even before seeing her. Once she saw the lady, she hated her more.

She arrived at a country estate that seemed to be miles from everything. Huge black gates swung open and closed behind the car with a clang of finality. Cindy noticed with some misgivings that the gates and the fences were all electrified.

The big car pulled up to a huge mansion-like home. Cindy was ushered through more gates that were always locked and apparently electrified. Inside the house, the doors were locked securely behind her. Cindy felt uneasy.

Two young women appeared in white starched shirts and black miniskirts and knee high leather boots. They escorted her upstairs to a rather plush dormitory of about fifty beds. She was shown her bed and locker and her luggage was deposited there. She was permitted to go to the bathroom when she said she had to take a piss.

In the bathroom was a girl, younger than herself, who looked absolutely spineless. She looked weak and fearful and meek. It was then that Cindy realized that so far every girl she'd seen there looked the same way.

"What kind of place is this?" Cindy asked the girl after she took her leak. "You look frightened."

The girl was frightened. Her dark eyes shot a hurried glance ceiling ward and her lips quivered. Cindy looked up and saw a closed circuit camera. "Well, I'll be damned," she murmured. "Big Brother watches."

"It's no joke," the girl whispered, pretending to wash her hands at a sink.

"I can see that," Cindy muttered. "But why are you so chicken? Cripes, it's just a home run by a little old lady. And you didn't get here because you're a sweet little thing. Where's your balls? Everybody looks so damned docile around here!"

The girl gasped to hear these words. She turned and hurried away from the newcomer. But as she passed Cindy, she rasped, "Obey. Obey her. God – obey her!" Then she was gone.

Cindy wondered about that for a moment. Then she peered up at the eye of the watchful camera. She grinned defiantly and stuck her thumb to her nose. Then she walked out of the bathroom.

The two matrons walked her out of the dormitory and down the stairs to the private offices of Regina Fairfield who was waiting for her.

The woman stood up behind her huge oaken desk when Cindy was brought to her. Cindy looked her over. She was fifty all right, as thin as a rail and a titless wonder. Regina Fairfield was wearing a uniform of some kind, a starched, well-pressed shirt tucked tightly into the same color greenish pants, well-creased. Around her slim waist was a thick, two-inch wide belt. Her black eyes were wild-looking, her neck skinny, her thin mouth tight-lipped. To Cindy she looked like a woman who might have run a female concentration camp in Nazi Germany.

"Welcome to Fairfield, Cindy," Mrs. Fairfield greeted. Her eyes probed the girl's, looking for something.

Cindy stared right back at her, her chin held high. Anger rose in her and her taut young tits rose, too, as she breathed hotly. "Save your God damned welcomes," she snarled. "Who do you think you are? What kind of a place is this anyway? All these girls should be home with their parents, no matter what they did. What right do you have to keep us here?"

Surprisingly enough, Regina Fairfield smiled. Cindy didn't like that smile. It looked evil. She'd rather the woman got mad.

"Every right in the world, my dear," the woman said slowly and softly. "I have the authority right here, signed by your distraught parents. They have placed you in my care and I intend to care for you whether you like it or not."

"Fuck you?" Cindy blurted.

The woman laughed and her dark eyes sparkled with something that looked like absolute glee. Cindy couldn't understand that. There didn't seem to be any anger in this creature. Just slow methodical calculation. Something icy ran up and down Cindy's spine.

"Fuck," Mrs. Fairfield said, as if tasting the word. "An interesting term. All you young girls use it these days. Do you like to fuck, Cindy?"

"That's none of your fucking business!"

"On the contrary, child. That is my business. You are here for sexual misconduct, are you not? Oh, yes, your sex-life is my business."

"It is not!"

"I see in your file that you sucked off fifteen boys. Ambitious of you, wasn't it?"

"I refuse to talk to you about things like that," Cindy countered. "That's my private life."

"Wrong," Regina Fairfield said calmly. "Totally wrong of you, Cindy. You do not have a private life here. For the duration of your stay with us your private life is the life I'm going to give you."

Cindy's fury mounted and her tits rose and fell with her labored breathing. She had meant to remain cool and calm and show this bitch just who the boss was, but something was radically wrong now. Regina Fairfield was in complete control of the situation because she wasn't losing her cool. Not at all. She looked frozen.

"Another tough one," one of the matrons said.

"Yes," Mrs. Fairfield agreed, eyeing Cindy up and down. "But we know how to handle tough chicks here."

"Can I go now?" Cindy asked. She wanted to appear bored with them, bored and uncaring.

"You don't go anywhere around here unless I say so," the woman said evenly. "You go when I tell you to." Her eyes took on a luster as she added, "And you come when I tell you to."

Cindy caught the inflection in her flat voice. So that was it! She felt proud of herself. She looked around the room, through the windows, then back to the woman.

"What's going on here? You're talking about sex. There are no men around here. What are you into? Lesbianism? Well, go ahead, lick my cunt all you want. I love it!"

The woman and the matrons simply stared at her. Cindy didn't know that she was digging a hole for herself as she gave away her thoughts.

"I can smell sex a mile away, lady," she sneered. "I can tell a dirty old man a block away. I wasn't born yesterday. If you think you can threaten me with fucking or lesbian sucking, you've got another thought coming. Sex doesn't scare me."

Her mind flashed on the frightened little girl in the bathroom. "Is that what you use for punishment on these little chicks? Shit! Sex hasn't bothered me much since I started fucking years ago!"

"Yes," Regina Fairfield said with a crooked smile, "a woman of the world, aren't you?"

"A regular swinger," one of the matrons giggled.

"A real hard-ass," said the other.

Regina Fairfield straightened her shoulders and said, "I run a tight ship around here, Cindy. Some of the girls behave and never learn about my discipline methods. But I can see you want to get right to it."

"I don't give a damn what you do to me," Cindy retorted. "You don't scare me. I ain't one of those meek little kids you have here."

"We'll see about that," Mrs. Fairfield said with a smile. "I certainly can't have you influencing the others with your rebelliousness. I guess we will have to teach you a lesson right away. We like order around here. We do not tolerate upheaval and disobedience."

"Shove it up your ass," Cindy said.

The woman heaved a sigh. She came around the desk and Cindy thought she might slap her face. But she didn't. She grinned at Cindy. "Bring her along, girls," she said, and walked by. The two matrons took Cindy by the arms and Cindy was amazed at how strong their grip was. Were they dykes? Or what? What in hell was going on around line?

She was led out of the luxurious offices and across a plush carpet to a rear door. It opened onto stairs down which Cindy was half-led, half-pulled. At the bottom of the steps was another door. This opened, to Cindy's amazement, upon a luxurious rumpus room.

Even as she was yanked across the plush carpeting, Cindy noted that the renovated basement was beautiful, furnished well with comfortable overstuffed chairs and sofas. The walls were papered in pink, and the lighting seemed dimly red.

The two matrons led Cindy across the room to what looked like a huge square of wood full of holes. She soon discovered what the holes were for. She was placed with her back to the large platform. Her wrists were manacled above her head to the board, then her ankles were cuffed. The cuffs were fur-lined.

"We don't like to leave any marks," Regina Fairfield said with a slow simile.

Cindy found herself spread-eagled on the board, her arms and legs stretched wide, like a big X. "What are you going to do to me?" she demanded, still defiant. Her blue eyes shot sparks, she was so angry.

Mrs. Fairfield chuckled. Cindy eyed her with new suspicion. What was the old bitch laughing about? What had Cindy gotten herself into?

Cindy saw the woman nod her head at one of the girls. The matron went across the room to a side door and gripped the knob. Genuine fear began to rise in Cindy as her fertile young imagination started to work. What was behind that ominous-looking door? A man? Some kind of sexual pervert that Regina Fairfield used to rape disobedient girls? Or was she to be whipped? What?

The matron opened the door and leaned inside and called out something. Cindy's eyes stared hurtfully as her heart raced behind her rapidly rising and falling tits. She shot a glance at the wicked-looking supervisor of the isolated home and wondered what perversion burned in her mind. Cindy was sure of one thing – this had something to do with sex. Mrs. Fairfield seemed much too interested in the sex-lives of her prisoners.

So Cindy braced herself. Okay, she said to herself, bring it on. I don't give a fuck what you do. You're not going to frighten me. At least you'll never know if I'm frightened!

"Like a fox," Regina Fairfield murmured, and her coal-black eyes fixed on Cindy's. She gave another nod of her head and somehow the board Cindy was cuffed to began to tilt backward, further and further. When she was in a prone position, the whole apparatus began to noiselessly sink to the floor.

Cindy stared in disbelief as the two matrons knelt beside her. They bent over her and opened the front of her dress. They exposed her luscious, pink and white tits and slowly caressed them, teasing her nipples until she wiggled.

"What are you doing?" Cindy spit angrily.

"Get your fucking hands off of me! You have no right to touch me like this? Stop that!"

Cindy's head snapped back and forth she glared at each girl. She warned them, yelled at them, cursed them, but the matrons went on kneading and mauling her proud, jutting tits. It was then that Cindy first noticed something that gave her a weird chill up her back. The beautiful matrons never looked at her face or into her eyes. It was as if only her tits existed, and each girl concentrated on arousing one of them.

"What is this?" Cindy screeched, feeling her tits hardening. The girls' gentle fingers were making her pink nipples stiffen erotically. "Stop this! How dare you! You fucking lesbian perverts? Get your God damned hands off my tits!"

It was as if she had not spoken, almost as if she weren't even there, only her precious tits. Regina Fairfield settled on a comfy sofa and stuck a cigarette into a silver holder. She lit up and blew smoke, her eyes riveted on the hands of her matrons who were slowly manipulating Cindy's taut young tits.

This Fairfield technique had its purpose. It undermined a girl's sense of identity. What the cuffed girl said or yelled or screamed mattered not at all. Everyone else in the room was interested only in her luscious tits. This focus of attention on an imprisoned girl's tits soon forced the prisoner to feel unimportant. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but feel the importance of her tits. She herself was soon concentrating on her tits, slowly teased and aroused and beginning to tingle.

Cindy didn't know what was happening to her. All she knew was that these chicks must be some kind of perverts in the power of the head pervert, Regina Fairfield. Little did she know that there was a profound meaning to the woman's methods.

The matrons' deft fingers soon had Cindy panting. She couldn't take too much of their teasing hands running up and down and over her thrusting tits. Her nipples tingled and her tits buzzed beneath their ministrations.

It was even worse when the feminine hands slipped down her tensed belly to her thighs. Cindy screamed at them as they hiked her short dress up in front. She wasn't wearing panties, as usual. She saw Mrs. Fairfield smile knowingly when she saw Cindy's cute, furry cunt.

"Don't touch me there!" Cindy yelled.

But two warm, female hands met at her pussy, their light fingers dancing over her pussy-lips, cunt-crack and clit. Her clit erected immediately as a fingertip teased it into life. The matrons mauled her tits with one hand while the others aroused her cunt. Cindy's body started twisting under the impact of these touches and feels and strokes. Her tits and pussy began to respond erotically against her will.

"Stop! Stop!" she cried, gasping for breath. "You have no right! Stop that! Get your God damned hands off me! I'll report all of you? I'll tell my father! Ohhh, stop that! You fucking bastards!"

It was no use. The matrons and their leader were all staring directly at Cindy's sweet pussy as it grew anxious and vibrant under their teasing fingers.

One of the matrons then moved up to her cunt and started to lick her wet clit and tease her even more.

Cindy laughed suddenly and her tits jiggled under the relentless licking of their tongues. "What is, this?" she flung at her captor. "You call this punishment? Good God, it feels great!"

If she thought her attitude would displease the woman, she was mistaken. Regina Fairfield and the pretty attendants looked highly pleased.

"Good," Mrs. Fairfield said. "I'm glad you like it."

Cindy frowned as she looked from the matrons and the women to what they were doing to her aching tits and squirming cunt.

"This is it?" she panted, her tits and clit quivering. "This is why you brought me down here?"

Cindy's eyes, slightly gleaming, searched the faces of her captors. New doubt gripped her senses. Her suspicions soared, but no one answered. Three pairs of female eyes watched her soaked pussy churn and twist and hump.