She lashed the whip more slowly and carefully across my groin. It was as if she actually wanted to see the precise moment when metal attachments cut i...nto my balls and cock. She whipped my cock and balls from the right side, and the metal bit into my flesh. Then she whipped my cock and balls from the left side, and the metal tips cut into my flesh again.“If I whip the prisoner slower, the metal tips will cut his cock and balls more deeply,” Ophelia said.For a while, she lashed me with these. I found an old towel that was in the back of the linen closet and I took that to my room, in case I had a gush of fluid again. I could hide the towel, but hard to hide my bedspread and my bedsheets. I had this down to a fine science in short order, and I would masturbate some days, up to five or six times a day. A perfect way to spend a time out in my room. School days were the hardest, because you couldn't just go to the bathroom and rub yourself silly, but I made sure recess was used to. You'll pay for that."Ruth could have killed Elizabeth because she howled immediately, confirming the worst suspicions of Nurse Hilde. Ruth returned the woman's cold stare, dug her fingernails into Elizabeth's palm and spoke as calmly as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I've heard something about that episode and we know nothing about any Kurt. Nothing."Nurse Hilde smiled crookedly at Ruth and replied, "Oh no? That's a stupid thing to say, little bitch, since he was the one. Behaving?”“Behaving?” I echoed.“Yeah ... Or was it misbehaving?”I laughed, suddenly remembering. “Oh, I see. I’m sure we’ll find time to squeeze that in.”She smiled suggestively. “There’s a blanket there.”“Go for it, if you’re cold.”She stretched her leg out and used her foot to drag the throw toward us. In another moment we were covered up, even cozier. Heather gave me an amused look as I felt her hand rubbing my chest, ever so gently. I stole a furtive glance at the others, but we were.