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open legs, but her blank gaze was fixed on the ceiling. She neither looked happy nor sad; she looked as if she wasn’t there.
    Hope ignored her and concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm. She knew in her heart of hearts that this Matron woman would know if she was faking.
    To her amazement, the orgasm grew quickly.
    “Tell me when you’re about to come,” Matron ordered.
    “Now,” she gasped, wide-eyed.
    The orgasm rolled over her, a brief, sharp shock that gripped her lower gut with pleasurable contractions. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode it out.
    It didn’t last more than five seconds and when she was done she went slack on the bed, the still buzzing dildo resting on her upper thigh.
    “Two more, come on, get on with it,” Matron ordered.
    Dazed and lightheaded, Hope got to work on herself again. Robotically she went through the motions, not sure if she was capable of cumming twice more in these bizarre circumstances.
    You’ve got to. Make it happen.
    She closed her eyes and thought of the last guy she had dated a few months ago. She cast her mind back to their lovemaking and she could feel her pussy drying up. Their fucking sessions had been so boring. He had been so gentle and sweet in the sack, never once deviating from missionary position.
    So she thought of her current predicament. Of the camera pointing at her from the ceiling. Of maybe Mick watching in his office.
    And then she was wet again. Matron’s eyes burned into her skin as she easily squeezed out the second orgasm.
    “Another one,” she gasped, squirming under the dildo.
    “Good girl. One more time and then you can sleep.”
    Hope didn’t even remove the dildo from her overly sensitive clit. This was how she masturbated at home, squeezing out one after the other in quick succession until she was completely rung out and exhausted. Sometimes she could go for ten in a row.
    Well, now it was time to put her secret skill into action. She drew her thighs closer together in her favourite masturbatory position and jammed the dildo against her clit, massaging it in small circles as she did so.
    The orgasm arrived quickly.
    “I’m coming,” she gasped, not forgetting Matron’s instructions to voice her pleasure.
    “Well done,” came the woman’s voice, drifting to her from seemingly very far away.
    Hope lay sprawled on her back, the dildo slack in her hand by the side of her body. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath and her entire body felt damp with sweat.
    It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn’t embarrassed, that her modesty had disappeared along with the orgasms.
    She didn’t have time to ponder that disturbing oddity, for Matron came round to the other side of the bed and peered down at the skinny girl lying next to her. She had been so quiet, Hope had almost forgotten she was there.
    “You, girl, why aren’t you wet?” the woman asked, peering down between her spread legs.
    Hope gasped in shock when Matron slapped the girl across the face.
    The slap seemed to focus the girl, and she looked properly at Matron for the first time.
    “Well?”
    “I’ve been prodded around all day by doctors and other various people. I’m tired. I’m scared and I’m sore.”
    “And I don’t care,” the fierce woman snapped. “Those are your orders and you must obey them or you will be severely punished tomorrow.”
    “You should really do what she says,” Hope added softly.
    “You heard the little slut next to you,” Matron snapped. “Would you like her to help you come?”
    “Now hang on just a minute,” Hope said, “I’m not a lesbian.”
    Besides, she thought, this girl really wasn’t her problem, right? If she didn’t want to come, there was nothing she could do to help.
    “You don’t have to touch her,” Matron said. “You could just hold the dildo for her.”
    Hope felt a wave of pity for the girl. God only knew what kind of punishment would be dished out to her tomorrow for her noncompliance.
    “Okay, okay,”