<strong>"It's scary I know, but I will care for you, and protect you from everything bad in the world from now on. I'm your Master now my dear, and that means that I will always keep you safe."</strong><br/><br/><em>Katie curled on her side in the narrow bunkbed, huddled as close to the wall as she could manage. She could hear Regina in the hallway outside the tiny room Katie shared with a heavy-sleeping room mate, and knew what would happen if she didn't make it out of bed and into the corridor without waking the other girl...<br/><br/>Regina came to the residential treatment center barely a month ago. Katie had called the place home for the past five years; she shared a cottage with six other girls who also had something called "oppositional-defiant disorder." Katie thought of it as just being stubborn and tough, but the <br/>counselors like Regina didn't share her views.<br/><br/>For the past month, Regina had taken Katie under her wing, so to say. But her methods of therapy were very, very different than the other counselors Katie had dealt with in the past. Regina was barely in her twenties, the kind of young woman Katie had heard described as "butch" by some of the other teenagers at the home. The counselor was tall and lanky with incredibly deeply brown skin, an ex-basketball protege's figure without a single ounce of fat to be found, and wore her black hair cropped off almost at her skull.<br/><br/>And Regina was just mean. At least Katie thought so during her first private session with the woman. She'd called Katie stupid, lazy, and blind, not skimping on her choice of crude vocabulary, and assigned her extra chores for the next week, until their next session.<br/><br/>Which, of course, being oppositional and defiant, Katie balked at. Every single thing Regina said to her was met with an opposite and very exponentially worse reaction from Katie. The house mother shook her head and spoke privately to Regina, pointing out how much progress the girl HAD been making, but Regina balked. She knew what was best for this little bitch.<br/><br/>Today, just before her scheduled session with Regina, the cottage underwent a "toss search," where every single girls' personal dresser, bed, and other belongings were thrown into the floors of their rooms and scoured by counselors and the security staff of the home. The house mother was missing <br/>a silver and white gold pill case she kept in her purse, which was usually locked in the top drawer of her desk. The pill case first of all was a gift from her husband and worth several hundred dollars, and secondly held a week's worth of narcotic pain relievers that the woman had to take to manage her constant arthiritis pain. This theft could be a crime punishable as a felony, and the cottage was in a panic to find the culprit behind the disappearance.<br/><br/>The pill case didn't turn up, and Katie was late to her session because she had to fold and replace all her stuff so the other girls wouldn't loot it while she was gone. She slipped into the windowless closet Regina called a consultation room with the apology, for once, ready on her lips.<br/><br/>She froze. Regina was perched on her desk with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, a long expanse of her lean legs bared from beneath her loose jogging shorts as she folded them casually. She held the pill case in one extended palm.<br/><br/>"Look what I found, Miss Katie. This was under your mattress, and it's lucky I found it before anyone else did."<br/><br/>Katie reeled. "Bullshit! I don't steal!" She had to take a huge breath to lower her voice enough that people in the hallway wouldn't hear.<br/><br/>"No, Katie. You do steal. I found this, and this is plainly evidence that you DO STEAL. Now, no matter how I actually found it. But you know what? I can make it disappear as easy as it showed up. If. If you do something for me."<br/><br/>Katie shook her head slowly, the dread already knotting her stomach. "No. You can't do this! I've never done anything like this in my life!"<br/><br/>Regina laughed, but the sound was hard. "There's a first time for everything, bitch, and everybody knows what a hard time I've been  having with you. Tell you what. I'll  make this, and all the trouble we've been having, go away. If you do this one little thing." She slipped the pill case into the pocket at her hip and let the silence, broken only with Katie's panicked breath, hang for a dramatic moment. "Tonight, two hours after lights-out, I'm going to unlock the door to your room. You're not<br/>going to wake up your sweet little roomie, and you're going to come out to the hall to meet with me and some of my friends. Okay?"<br/><br/>Katie couldn't reply. She only shook her head again helplessly as the counselor stood up and stepped across the room to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"You've got some time to think on it, sweetheart. You know what juvenile detention centers are like for pretty girls like you? That's where you'll go if you decide not to do what I ask. Up to you." She opened the door and almost shoved Katie out into the hallway, speaking loudly enough for any nosey parties to hear, "Good session. For once. See you later!"<br/><br/>Now, shivering in the dark, Katie knew what she had to do. She'd had a whole day to think on her decision. Nobody commented on her silence or deep thoughtfulness. Katie was the most self-preserving and shy of the girls in the cottage so this was nothing new.<br/><br/>She heard the key turn in the lock. Carefully, hoping she could be quick and fast enough for Regina not to lock her  back in just for spite, Katie slipped from the bunk and found the doorknob still loose. She took a deep breath and slid out into the dimly-lit hallway.<br/><br/>The cottages only had cameras in common rooms like the "den" where the girls gathered to watch TV and the classroom and dining room areas. The halls were unwatched, as were the bedrooms and communal showers, for budgeting reasons and for the privacy of the girls living there. She knew, <br/>as Regina clamped her hand over Katie's wrist, that the night watchman wouldn't see them skulking around on his little flickering black-and-white monitor.<br/><br/>Regina grinned as she jerked Katie silently down the hall. Her teeth were blazing in her dark face as she stopped at a door Katie had never been permitted to open herself. This was the cottage's utility room, housing the furnace and all the cleaning supplies for the little house on metal shelves bolted to the walls. Some of the things in here were dangerous enough for the room to be kept under constantly-controlled lock and key, lest the girls housed there get themselves into trouble.<br/><br/>Katie blinked and gasped in shock at what waited for her inside. As she was shoved into the center of the room, clothed only in a long t-shirt and panties, the swinging, single bulb that dangled from overhead flicked on as the door shut firmly behind her.<br/><br/>Three older girls, the ones who were nearly eighteen and in the "release" stages of their therapy, waited for her. They stood clustered together on the far wall, smiling predatory grins, as Katie whirled to Regina.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is going on?"<br/><br/>Regina answered her by backhanding her across the cheek. Katie fell in a heap to the floor. "What the fuck does it look like? You want to get the shit beat out of you, open your mouth again. We're gonna show you what happens to bitches like you."<br/><br/>Then the girls were on her, as Regina stood back to watch. One set of hands jerked her to her feet as another literally tore her panties off. The third girl twisted Katie's arms behind her as the counselor stepped forward, a somehow-hungry, breathless smile on her lips.<br/><br/>Regina jerked the t-shirt up over Katie's face, effectively blinding her and muffling her terrified whimpers. "You ever been with a girl, Katie? Make a single sound, and we'll make sure you never want to be with anybody again."<br/><br/>Regina pinched Katie's heaving breasts, circling around the areola slowly with sharp little nips, as the girl writhed to escape. Finally, she reached into the pocket of her shorts and produced a pair of little clips, usually used to keep sheathes of paper neatly stacked, and slipped on onto each nipple. Katie sobbed incontrollably now; the pain was too much to bear. Almost. The blood rushed to her already-engorged breasts and made her nipples ache and throb as Regina knelt before her prisoner.<br/><br/>The first flick of the woman's tongue between her delicate lips nearly drove Katie to kick her in the face. One of the other girls caught this, and after slapping Katie's ass harshly, bent down behind her and the girl who held her arms to force her legs apart. <br/><br/>For the next two hours, Katie was invaded and used in every way EXCEPT one. She was licked, slapped, and bitten in places she'd never been touched. Body parts were forced into her mouth along with thick, syrupy fluids she was made to lap up and swallow. She cried so hard she lost her voice long<br/>before the girls literally dragged her to her room. <br/><br/>Katie shivered as she limped silently to her bunk, not even bothering to find a new set of clothes to replace the ruined rags Regina had kept as a "momento." She pulled the sheets up over her head and stared into the darkness. <br/><br/>The next morning, she was gone, all of her things except for two changes of clothes missing. No one at the treatment center ever found a trace of her again.</em><br/><br/>Katie went stiff as he began his delicate exploration of her body. She knew she probably came across as a prude, or maybe like she was just a kid. But she couldn't help it. As his hand slipped between her legs, she laid her own hands on his wrist, but didn't make a move to push him away. She just felt better, somehow, and like she had some control of his actions.<br/><br/>She silently let him touch her. Her arousal was undeniable, but she couldn't make herself respond the way she knew she should to his attentions. If he wanted to possess her, that was fine; if he wanted to protect her, that was more than fine as well. But it would take more than some kind gestures and a set of expectations to thaw her completely to him. And there was nothing she could do about it.<br/><br/>For now, he could touch her, look at her, whatever he desired. But Katie knew it would take her some time to be able to truly enjoy this the way he seemed to.