Strictland Academy (4 page)

The
physician donned a pair of rubber gloves with a snap before perusing the tray
of instruments set before him.
 
He
selected several items with his thick, sausage-like fingers and then turned his
head briefly to eye the two girls hunched against the wall.
 
Offering them a sardonic smile, he
lifted a large speculum in the air and pretended to study it, assuring his
audience had clear sight of the menacing instrument.

“
Franklin,
is it?" he said to Patricia after briefly glancing at her file, "You
and I will be getting to know one another intimately in a few minutes, so you
might as well just relax and enjoy yourself.
 
As for you two," he glanced back at
Molly and April, "I will clarify that this is a situation where you are
not
to be looking away from the proceedings.
 
I wish each of you to carefully observe this examination and prepare
yourselves for your turn.
 
Nurse
Boynton, would you please conduct a thorough breast exam on the girl while I
ready things down here?"

"Are
you certain you do not wish to wait for your new resident to assist you,
Doctor?" the nurse asked, while snapping on her gloves.

"Dr.
Wells is, ahem, having difficulty in restraining himself from imposing his
opinion regarding the psychological effects the inmates' experience during
their rehabilitation.
 
He also
continues to view the inmates as individuals with rights.
 
I sent him to talk with one of the
prefects as a distraction to prevent him from joining us today."

"Compassion
is
an unacceptable trait in this environment," the nurse agreed.
“
I still do not
understand why he was not called to fight in the war.
 
He was of age at that time.
”

“
For
some reason, the State considered him to be more valuable alive.
 
Some of us were not so lucky,
”
the old man said
bitterly.

“
Uh,
yes,
”
the nurse cleared her
throat, glancing at his crotch.
“
I
heard that you suffered a great loss in the battlefield.
”
 
She quickly returned to the subject at
hand.
“
As for Dr. Wells, if he
cannot set aside his tender little heart, then he needs to leave.
 
I have also heard rumors that he has
attempted to interfere with the discipline."

"Headmaster
Judas believes there is hope for the young man and wishes to raise him up in
administration. It is my opinion that his primary reason for being here is to
attract wealthier investors to donate resources to this organization. I do
question the wisdom in allowing him to remain on site. I do not believe him to
have the stomach for it."

"Or
the balls,
”
the nurse muttered.
 
She reddened at
the wicked look shot in her direction.
“
I, uh, what if he attempts to spread lies about us as
retribution should he be removed?"

 
"Remember that our methods are
sanctioned by the State.
 
We just
exercise artistic license in how they are, well, managed. Regardless, should he
make waves, I assure you that his reputation will be destroyed prior to
leaving.
 
Don't forget, we have the
judge in our pocket, a very powerful and wealthy Board of Directors, and
several loyal inmates who would be happy to testify that he forced himself on
them.
 
That charge alone would send
him to execution, man or no man.
 
He
would have to leave the country if he ever attempted to harm us, and we both
know he would never make it out alive.
 
Never mind him.
 
Please
proceed with the examination," the physician ordered.

"My
pleasure, Doctor."

Patricia
briefly renewed her struggles, as the top half of the table was adjusted and
contorted the girl's back into a greater arch.
 
Patricia squealed loudly as the base of
her shapely breast was firmly grasped by hard, rough hands and thick, muscular
fingers began pressing carelessly towards her rigid nipple.

A
piercing scream permeated the room, causing the doctor to wince.
 
"Silence her! Franklin, this unacceptable
behavior has just earned you a disciplinary session.
 
If you are so inclined to scream, you
will be given a good reason to do so.
 
Hazel!"

As
the nurse placed a large roll of bandage material into Patricia's open mouth,
and secured it with a wide strip of medical tape, Attendant Hazel darkened the
door way.
 
The sight of her broad
shoulders and imposing stature caused Molly to shiver uncontrollably
—
and for Patricia to
lapse into a deathly silence.
 
Molly
looked fearfully over at Patricia's ghostly white face, and then pressed firmly
against the wall in an attempt to make herself invisible from the matron's
view.
 
Attendant Hazel paused before
her cowering figure and glanced down with a scowl that caused the bile to rise
in Molly's throat.
 
The frowning
woman shook her head and swung a long, ruler shaped paddle from her wrist in
long, languid arcs as she approached the table.
 
She then silently gestured for the
physician to move aside.

The
table was flattened and the leather belt surrounding Patricia's waist
removed.
 
The tall, slender girl was
flipped forcefully onto her stomach, secured at the waist, and the center of
the platform was once again raised to elevate the center point of Patricia's
helpless body.
 
The chains holding
her legs in position were drawn tightly downward, stretching the skin on her
bruised bottom.
 
With a grim
expression, Attendant Hazel lifted the ruler-paddle and sighted over it in the
direction of its fleshy target.

Loud,
popping cracks, accompanied by muffled screams, vibrated through the room as
Attendant Hazel flailed the poor girl's bottom in a furious tempo.
 
“
A reprobate student will submit
quietly
to any
type of examination her superiors feel is necessary.
 
She will cause her superiors as little
problem as humanly possible during said examination or she will be taught to
regret her actions by a swift and forceful punishment,
”
the woman lectured,
emphasizing every word with a crisp smack to any area of pale flesh that
remained to be seen, including the exposed, tender inner thighs.

The
thick bandage did little to stifle Patricia's howling.
 
Her bottom and thighs reddened deeply,
as the length of the narrow board made its fiery imprint on her flesh.
 
It took only a few seconds before the
entirety of her exposed hindquarters blazed an angry crimson, mottled with
various shades of purpling bruises.
 
The punishment stopped as abruptly as it had begun, and Attendant Hazel
allowed the girl's glowing backend to quiver in the cold before the table was
again flattened and her victim returned to her position upon her back.
 
With a satisfied nod, Attendant Hazel
departed, and the doctor returned to his perverse perch between Patricia's
legs.

With
a repugnant grin, the nurse again latched onto the poor girl's breasts,
squeezing and massaging as she worked her way to the taut nipples.
 
She pinched, tugged and twisted,
challenging the girl to curb her natural instinct to scream.
 
The nurse finally released Patricia's
breasts, announcing that no abnormalities were felt.

The
physician nodded and placed the file to his right.
 
"That's good, Nurse Boynton.
 
Please note your findings.
 
Now, let's see what we have down here,
shall we?"

"Pardon
me," a man's voice was heard from the doorway.
 
"Why was I not summoned for this
examination?"

"We
did not require your assistance, Dr. Wells," the scowling nurse informed
the tall, slender man.
 
"Dr.
Krouse and I are very capable of handling three intakes on our own."

"Recent
accusations have led to Headmaster Judas being instructed by the Board of
Directors to enact a new State policy to ensure the women, if unmarried, remain
intact. That policy requires two professional medical doctors for every
examination, gynecological or otherwise.
 
These new rules are designed to protect this institution.
 
Now, would you care to inform him and
the board of your reasons for disregarding their orders, or shall I?"

"There
have been no accusations," the nurse snarled.

"There
most certainly have, and the majority have been against you.
 
Need I say more?"

The
nurse's cheeks brightened to a vivid red as her lips tightened angrily, but she
remained silent.
 
Molly eyed the
tall doctor.
 
He was much younger
than the other staff members and fairly attractive, with well-trimmed brown
hair and close-cropped beard, clean fingernails, and a general sense of
confidence.
 
Dr. Wells waited until
the nurse moved aside and stood at Patricia's head, placing a gentle hand on
her wet cheek.

"I
am Dr. Wells.
 
I am a psychiatrist
and will be monitoring your progress throughout the program.
 
I understand that this is a very
unpleasant ordeal, but you must try to keep your screaming to a minimum.
 
Your bottom does not look as though it
can afford anymore strokes," he said softly, his thumb wiping the tears
from her face.
 
"I am sorry you
are having to go through this, but I also understand that you volunteered for
it in lieu of prison.
 
Is that
true?"

Patricia
nodded her answer.
 
Dr. Wells sighed
and gently removed the makeshift gag.
 
"This will make it easier to breathe, just no more screaming.
 
Would either of you like to explain to
me the reason for restraining her like this?"

The
nurse muttered a comment under her breath, eliciting a nod from the other
physician.
 
He cleared his throat
before speaking.
 
"Dr. Wells,
despite the new policy, you have been instructed not to interfere with our
training techniques.
 
Techniques
that are sanctioned by the State.
 
Coddling these inmates will only cause them more difficulty in adjusting
to their situation, particularly if one of them is selected by a husband.
 
If you insist upon continuing with these
acts of ... weak compassion ... I will report it to the board.
 
Your
cousin
will have little say,
then."

"Your
threats of reporting me have no impact on my choices, Krouse.
 
Or my contract here.
 
You know I was hired in compliance to
the state regulations that required a
licensed
rehabilitation
specialist.
 
Considering your
license status, I would think twice before threatening me.
 
You should also know that my distant
familial relationship to Headmaster Judas or his brother, Judge Jeremiah, has
no impact on my decisions.
 
I
support the State in that discipline is necessary.
 
Not abuse.
 
I am also aware that the, ahem,
‘
sanctioned methods
’
are left for
interpretation by those who practice them. To treat anyone in this matter is
inhumane, and our purpose is to prepare these young women for a life outside
these walls.
 
I cannot imagine
anything these girls have done to warrant such treatment," Dr. Wells said,
running his hand absently over Patricia's hair.
 
"Now, please continue.
 
And kindly work on remaining
professional."

Molly
met April's eye.
 
Perhaps there
was hope yet!
 
The nurse reached
over and parted Patricia's nether lips for the doctor, causing the girl to
break into a torrential bout of sobbing.

"That
is quite enough, Franklin.
 
Embarrassment does not lend itself to such an outburst," Dr. Wells
said firmly, forcing her to look at him.
 
"That did not hurt, although I do not understand the purpose in the
action."

“
Nurse
Boyten and I have been involved in the penal system for a number of
years," Dr. Krouse said sharply.
 
"We have discovered that certain responses to various types of
stimuli demonstrates whether or not an inmate is likely to force herself upon the
others. As you commented, we are to keep these girls intact if possible, but we
cannot always protect them from other inmates. This ... tantrum ... suggests
that she would be resistant to accepting unwanted attention.
 
Her resistance could also lead to
violence towards her."