Hughes buckled the belt across her back to keep her from rising. He followed that with her wrists, each coerced into position and then fettered by the straps. He tightened the leather, not satisfied until the worn hide bit hard.
The man lingered there awhile, ogling, Alice’s breasts suspended and vulnerable.
Skirt torn, ripped to the waist, Hughes levered a leg to one side, wrapping a strap about it above the knee. Alice winced as he yanked it tight, leather cutting into the soft flesh of her thigh. The other found its place, the girl’s legs separated, her sex concealed by the hem of her skirt.’
Hughes then tightened the strap over her waist, wrenching until her belly pressed uncomfortably to the slats of the support. He fully exposed her hips, the cotton of her dress rent about the waist…
Alice flees Southport, her emotions in turmoil, utterly devastated by Richard’s malicious revelation, unable to accept the man’s unwanted attentions – or her submission to them. No longer able to distinguish between a craving for penance and lust, confused by conflicting wet dreams and nightmares, the innocent teenager drifts towards promiscuity.
The search for her real mother leads her to the Hope-Ashby Preparatory College, but she quickly learns that the principal’s views on discipline are as ingrained as the oldest profession.
Will Alice yield to the deceits of Mr Hughes, the intimidating and corrupt warden of The Hope? Will she succumb to sexual addiction and sadistic eroticism?