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Chapter seven: Is she sitting comfortably?
Precisely at 3pm the door bell rang. Lisa's heart gave a little skip. Mrs Henderson looked at her with disdain.
" Well don't just sit there girl," she said threateningly.
"Go and answer the door!" Holly and her smiling hostess watched as Lisa got up and scampered across the kitchen. She certainly made for an arresting sight. Outlined by the tight pyjama jacket her bulging boobs jiggled uncontrollably but it was her engorged nipples which drew the eye. They stood out dramatically against the soft cotton.
"So I hear you've been a naughty little girl again, young boys up your bum this time wasn't it?" Steven Blake looked her up and down appreciatively.
"You never learn do you?" He laughed at the crestfallen look on her very red face.
"Come and help me get something from the car," he said. Something turned out to be a heavy holdall and a medium sized silver case both of which Lisa had to carry straight into the dining room followed by Mrs Henderson and Holly.
"You can go and get the refreshments ready now," said Jean Henderson dismissively.
Lisa went into the kitchen and busied herself making salmon and cucumber sandwiches. Worriedly she tried to decipher the muffled conversation that was taking place in the dining room, whatever was being discussed was obviously funny because every so often there was a loud burst of laughter. When the doorbell rang again she knew she had to let the guests in so went to the door and opened it. Her face fell when she saw who it was.
Cyril Wilkinson whistled as he stared at the young woman's curves, his mouth watering as his eyes roved over the generous breasts and their obviously very hard points. The stiff nipples poked out towards him and between the girl's legs the bulging mound of her pussy was outlined most enticingly by the skin-tight undersized pyjamas. Lisa's face blushed furiously as she looked at the horrible man and the wide-eyed youth standing by his side. She thought the boy was probably about 16. A wave of shame passed through her as she realised he'd be watching everything that was about to happen. Oh God if he was invited to join in she'd die, she knew she would! The thought made the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly.
"I've brought Tom here along to meet you because I knew you'd enjoy showing him everything you've got." The pair of them laughed as Lisa's face went even redder. At that moment Mrs Henderson stepped into the hall.
"Hello Cyril," she said warmly.
"And this is Tom is it?"
"Hello," the boy said with an enormous grin on his face. Tommy Davies had worked in Wilkinson's Village Store every Saturday for the past six months but he'd never expected a bonus like this! He really couldn't believe his eyes.
"Take these gentlemen through to the lounge young lady and keep them entertained, we'll be there in a few minutes."
Lisa didn't know what to do or say. Sitting on the sofa the horrid man and the boy simply stared at her. She squirmed with embarrassment under their combined gaze.
"You in for a good hiding this afternoon then?" His words made her heart hammer in her chest.
"Tom here wants to have a little look at you first. I told him you wouldn't mind. Pull your pyjamas down and show us that fat bottom of yours there's a good girl." Lisa looked at him with wild eyes, she didn't want to do anything of the sort but he was a guest and she had to do as she was told. Guest's were allowed to do what they wanted to her. It was one of Mrs Henderson's rules. No matter how rude or humiliating the order might be Lisa had to obey.
"I bet you want to show us your pussy too eh?" The pair of them began to chuckle as she shook her head, her cheeks burning hotly.
"Well get on with it you little tart!" Shaking like a leaf Lisa turned and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny pyjama trousers. As always she couldn't believe she was about to do such an embarrassing thing but her pussy was oozing and she could feel the tell-tale tingling between her legs as the dreadful humiliation increased. Swallowing hard she slowly pushed the trousers down, having to wriggle her hips in the process because they were so tight. The two watchers remained silent as the softly wobbling twin curves and the central fleshy crack came into view. Lisa's face blazed with heat.
"Well get them off." Reluctantly she wriggled her hips some more allowing the little trousers to slip past her thighs before sliding all the way down to her ankles. Self-consciously she stepped out of them. The boy picked them up and grinned at her. Now she was nude below the waist with two strangers looking at her bottom. She shivered as the intense feelings of shame turned her legs to jelly.
"Turn around!" It was an order.
"And hold your top up out of the way so we can have a proper look at you." Again Lisa found herself screaming Nooooooooooo! inside her head but as always she did exactly as she was told. When she turned they were presented with an uninterrupted view of her hairless pussy, its' delicate lips glistening wetly with her juices.
The doorbell rang making Lisa shake with anxiety. She didn't know what to do. Should she answer the door or should she remain where she was allowing the horrid man and grinning youth to look at her pussy? She gnawed at her bottom lip nervously, aware that whatever choice she made would be the wrong one. Before she had time to make up her mind the lounge door swung open. Mrs Henderson came in closely followed by another woman. Holly and Mr Blake were with them. Lisa recognised the newcomer. It was Miss Cooper who she'd met at the dreadful party several weeks before.
"What on earth are you doing you little slut?" barked Mrs Henderson crossly. Lisa's stuttered reply caused a ripple of laughter to pass around the room.
"So it's the fault of Mr Wilkinson that you're showing everyone your vagina, is that what you're saying?" Jean Henderson raised a quizzical eyebrow, she was enjoying herself immensely. Lisa didn't answer, just stared wild eyed at her landlady.
"The little tart certainly seems to be enjoying herself Jean, just look how wet she is," said Christine Cooper with a smirk. Lisa squirmed with humiliation as every eye in the room focussed on her helpless labial folds.
"Well she may as well stay like it now. She'll have more than showing us her pussy to worry about in a few minutes!"
With her bare bottom cheeks and hairless slit on show Lisa wandered around the room offering sandwiches and pouring cups of tea for the expectant group. The boy in particular was devouring her with his eyes. She shivered, her stomach performing strange acrobatics as her worry grew and grew. Oh God what was going to happen? What would they make her do?
After the final cup was replaced on its' saucer and the murmur of conversation had died away the attention of the party turned once more towards Lisa. Standing in the corner with her hands on her head and her nose pressed against the wall she could feel her bum cheeks twitching with nervous anticipation. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears as Mrs Henderson began to speak to her guests.
"As you all know Lisa here invited a group of young boys to have anal intercourse with her in the park yesterday. Obviously I can't allow such disgusting behaviour to go unpunished and I thought it might teach her a lesson if I invited a few friends around to witness her chastisement." A murmur of approval and wide smiles greeted her words. She turned towards Lisa.
"Get that pyjama top off, I know you're dying to show everyone those boobs of yours." Slowly Lisa turned around and reluctantly began to undo the jacket buttons. As the last one popped open her breasts, now freed from their tight constraint, swung into view. For a moment the engorged flint-like nipples attracted every eye in the room. Lisa stood in front of them with everything on show and her face burning with shame.
"Would anyone like to ask the little slut anything before we begin?" There was a wicked gleam in Jean Henderson's eye as she said it. Surprisingly it was the boy who spoke up first. It was the start of the game.
"Do you like touching yourself?" Lisa shot a pleading look at her landlady.
"Don't look at me girl, answer the question!" Lisa nodded her head hoping that the floor would swallow her up.
"And do you stick your fingers in?" Again Lisa could only manage a slight nod as the dreadful humiliation continued.
"Don't stare at the floor like some ill-mannered little tart!" snapped Mrs Henderson sharply.
"When someone asks you a question you'll answer properly and you'll look them in the eye or I'll take every inch of skin off that fat behind of yours. Do I make myself clear?" Lisa's head shot up as she answered her grinning tormentor and from then on she looked each of her questioners in the eye. The intimate enquiries continued for several minutes during which time Lisa was consumed with shame. Her audience on the other hand enjoyed themselves enormously especially Holly who giggled and laughed continuously at her aunts' obvious discomfort.
"Do you put your fingers up your bum when you play with yourself?"
"Do you like people putting their fingers inside you?
"Do you make a lot of noise when you come?"
"Mmmmmm I bet you do! Well what sort of noise?"
"You obviously get wet very easily, does your pussy ever drip?"
"Do you like being spanked?"
"Oh you don't? They why do you behave so badly?"
"What about the strap and the cane, do you like those?"
"What do you call a penis when you see one?"
"Oh a cock. Do you like sucking cocks young lady? Well?"
"And I bet you like a big one up your bum eh?" Lisa's cheeks were absolutely scarlet by the time they tired of the game. Mrs Henderson pushed her unceremoniously towards the dining room door.
The dining table had been moved against one wall and its' chairs arranged in a circle. They faced the centre of the room where one of Mrs Henderson's heavy wooden kitchen chairs had been carefully placed. Attached to its' seat was what appeared to be the domed shell of a shiny black beetle but what caused Lisa to stare in horror and swallow nervously was the thing that sprang from it's centre. Black and thick the dildo reared up threateningly. It was wickedly curved and a good eight inches long. The shaft was covered in raised ridges but it was the bulbous head that drew Lisa's gaze. It was horribly oversized. She looked around at her landlady with real panic in her eyes. Mrs Henderson simply smiled back as the rest of their guests entered the room.
"Mr Blake has spent a lot of time and effort on your new seat." She grinned again as she pushed Lisa towards the table.
"In a minute you can show him how grateful you are."
On the table's surface was the silver case and it was open. A hard foam layer, similar to that found in good quality camera cases, lined the inside and cut into it were numerous spaces. Lisa's eyes grew even rounder as she saw what occupied them. An array of shiny false cocks, some black, some bright red, filled the lid of the case. They ranged from normal to monstrous in both length and width. In the bottom half of the case was an even more frightening selection of probes. She knew instantly that they were anal plugs. Again they varied in size and shape but not all of them were smooth surfaced. A few appeared to bristle with stiff hairs and at least two were made of metal. She shuddered with dread and glanced up at Mrs Henderson whose eyes were glittering with both excitement and cruelty. It was then that she noticed the strap held lovingly in her landlady's hand.
Naked Lisa stood trembling in front of them. She so wanted to run from the room. Run from their prying eyes. Flee from the knowing smiles and escape the terrible shame that was flowing over her. But she couldn't. She had to do as she was told. Had to let them do whatever they wanted. Had to submit. Had to be good.
"Before we start I think Cyril and Tom should have the chance to examine our little tart, seeing as neither of them have attended one of our little get-togethers before." She handed a small towel to Lisa. The room was silent.
" Well get on with it." Looking as if she was about to cry Lisa went and stood in front of the boy and held out the cloth. For a second he managed to drag his eyes away from her wobbling breasts and looked at the proffered towel quizzically.
"It's to wipe your fingers on Sir," she said. It was almost a whisper.
"W...w...would Sir like to inspect me?" Her face was absolutely crimson as she forced herself to ask the terrible question. The grinning boy nodded. Visibly shaking she turned around, bent over and after spreading her legs took a firm grip of her ankles. It was a position she'd been taught to adopt from her very first day as Mrs Henderson's lodger. Her face burned with humiliation as the young hands reached out and began to roam unhurriedly over the spread cheeks of her bottom. She squeaked as his fingers slid roughly between the pursed and very wet lips of her bulging pussy. Then they penetrated her helpless opening. Groaning at the intimate invasion she gritted her teeth in a hopeless attempt at concealing her obvious arousal, but as fluid oozed around the questing digits she couldn't stop her bottom rolling suggestively from side to side.
"Just look at the little slut it's pouring out of her!" A shiny string of sticky juice slowly elongated and descended towards the carpet. The fingers slid in and out more forcefully drawing a mewl of desperation from Lisa and an involuntary jerking back and forth of her hips. Tommy Davies gripped one of the naked woman's wriggling bum cheeks and brutally worked his fingers more deeply into the smooth tunnel.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooh Oh God!" Lisa let out a long continuous moan as her increasingly slippery hole was rammed and roughly stretched. The boy was obviously trying to make her come in front of them. She musn't. She musn't come! It would be too humiliating and she knew Mrs H would punish her if she did! A slut, an easy slut, she could hear the words inside her head. No No No! She tried to stifle the groans gathering in the back of her throat and tried to stop her hips performing their lewd dance. Oooooooohhhhhhhh No! She was going to come. Noooo! Please! Noooo! She heard comments and laughter but they failed to register as she was urged ever closer to the point of no return.
"Arrrrrrgggghhhhh!" Lisa screamed as pain suddenly erupted in one of her sensitive nipples. Mrs Henderson smiled at her plaything's reaction as she pinched the engorged bud hard.
"I know exactly what you're up to my girl!" she said sarcastically. Lisa squirmed and writhed as the twin sensations cascaded through her but pain won the battle. At which point both sets of fingers withdrew leaving her gasping both in discomfort and frustration. Tommy Davies wiped his sticky hands on the cloth and looked at the shiny slit he'd just been fingering. The stiffness inside his trousers throbbed.
As he'd watched his young employee lewdly examining the writhing woman Cyril Wilkinson had experienced the same sensation in his own trousers. He needed little urging to take his turn. After quickly exploring the slippery vaginal folds he moved on to the area that interested him more. His fingers crept between the spread rear cheeks and poked inquisitively at the crinkled anal entrance. Lisa shook her head from side to side Please No! Not there! She gurgled her dismay and began to sob loudly as her tight rear ring was penetrated. She knew she had to stay in position, had to let the hateful man do it. Cyril Wilkinson smiled at Jean Henderson as his finger wormed its way deeper into the squirming bottom.
"Snug little thing isn't she?" he said with a chuckle. Lisa gripped her ankles tightly as the awful sensations continued. She hated having her bumhole played with, hated the horrible feelings of shame that always accompanied the violation of her most private and personal opening. In front of a room full of people the degradation was unbearable. And Jean Henderson knew exactly how it affected her submissive plaything. Consequently each time Lisa was stripped in front of a stranger the older woman ensured that the girl's rear hole was subjected to an intimate and prolonged examination. Lisa hung her head and sobbed piteously as the terrible humiliation washed over her. All of the watchers smiled at the girl's display of intense despair.
"On please Miss I can't, n...n...n...not in front of them," Lisa blubbered as she pleaded with the older woman.
"Nonsense you silly girl, I know perfectly well you're enjoying this just as much as I am!" Mrs Henderson smirked as her crimson faced lodger stared at the curved dildo rearing up from the chair seat.
"Get on it now." A firm slap to the trembling girl's buttocks urged her forwards.
"I don't think we'll need any lubricant do you?" Mrs Henderson laughed gleefully as the girls cheeks bloomed with fresh heat. Facing the chairs back Lisa reluctantly straddled its' seat. The head of the false cock nudged the front of her vaginal crease. She'd need to go up onto her toes to get the horrid thing inside her. She looked imploringly at her landlady and then glanced around the room. Each face was painted with a knowing smile. The look of desperation in the girl's eyes simply inflamed the older woman's cruel streak.
"Maybe you'd like it up your bottom instead? You didn't seem to have a problem with those boys going up there did you?" The threat brought a squeak of alarm and Lisa quickly rose up onto her toes and shuffled further forwards. She groaned as the bulbous head lodged itself in her vulval crack, the abnormal diameter causing her slippery lips to stretch around it.
"Well get on with it!" said Mrs Henderson sharply. With shaking hands Lisa gripped the back of the chair tightly and gingerly lowered herself onto the unyielding shaft. She gritted her teeth as it slid slowly inside, filling her sticky passageway and expanding its' delicate sides painfully. Suddenly she moaned more loudly as the false glans rubbed firmly across the front wall of her quivering hole. Holly and the boy moved closer to get a better view as the stiff ribbed invader disappeared. The young girl gazed into her aunt's crimson face and grinned as Lisa puffed and panted in response to the intense sensations now filling her belly. It wasn't simply a matter of embedding herself on the false cock, she had to tilt her hips in order to accommodate the things' curvature.
After several minutes she gasped defeatedly, her head slumping forwards, as her bottom settled onto the hard black surface covering the chairs' seat. The audience watched intently as small tremors skittered across the gently trembling thighs. With her eyes closed Lisa sat fully plugged on the solid rubber cock unable to move. A murmur of conversation filled the room as everyone slowly wandered around the motionless figure. They all looked with mounting interest at the nude woman, examining her from every angle, noting the gently trembling pendulous breasts with their deep red and very stiff nipples. But it was from behind that the view proved the most intriguing. Lisa's hips were tilted forwards, due to the curved nature of the dildo, so her quivering bottom was held helplessly open. Its' cheeks were spread wide revealing the wrinkled anal dimple and allowing a perfect view of the black shaft penetrating the vaginal tunnel. The vulval lips themselves formed a taut pink circle as they gripped the black girth, their owner gripping the back of the chair with a similar intensity.
"Are you sitting comfortably?" The older woman couldn't help giggling as she flexed her arm.
"Then I'll begin!" Before Lisa had a chance to answer the oiled strap wrapped itself around one of her helpless buttocks.
"Crack!"
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiieeee! OwOwOw Ow!" Lisa squealed but amazingly didn't move. The only reaction was a throwing back of her head and an attempted clenching of her bottom cheeks. Mrs Henderson quickly whipped the strap in a backhanded stroke catching the other buttock with equal force. Two bright red stripes instantly appeared on the quivering flesh. The older woman smiled at her companions and began to ply the strap with enthusiastic vigour. Each impact brought a high pitched squeal from Lisa and a frantic clenching of her bottom. After only a half dozen strokes she could sit still no longer. At first only a slight raising of her behind from the chair seat was perceptible but then, as the burning in her wounded bum began to grow, she started to lift herself on the thick shaft.
"That's it you little tart are you feeling it? Maybe the next time you're out in public you'll think twice before letting someone into your private places." As the strap continued to sting her generous curves Lisa howled and began to beg as she jerked on the rigid pole. In the room each penis pulsed with excitement as the naked female writhed where she sat. Holly's pussy was pulsing madly too, she was almost breathless with arousal as the space between her thighs grew steadily wetter.
The sensations flooding Lisa's stretched pussy intensified as she began to lift herself on the dildo. Each squeal of discomfort as the strap stung her bottom was followed by a groan of pleasure as the black pole slid inside her. The watchers couldn't help but notice the change in her movements, although she jumped violently each time the leather strap flattened against her skin she quickly pushed herself back down onto the false cock, clenching her buttocks rhythmically at the same time. Soon both cheeks of the churning behind were painted bright red. Mrs Henderson paused to regain her composure, watching with a wicked smile as her plaything squeezed herself on the hard shaft, her moans and gasps growing increasingly abandoned. Lisa was consumed with need. She panted desperately. The pain in her bottom combined with the dreadful embarrassment as she was forced to ride the rubber cock in front of Mrs Henderson's guests was making her arousal levels spiral out of control. She so needed to come. Wanted to come so much. Wanted to relieve the frustration building in her belly. Wanted someone, anyone, even the boy, to touch her swollen button and make her come!
When the strapping resumed the strokes took on a new intensity. Jean Henderson brought the strap sharply upwards striking each wobbling cheek in turn. Each impact brought a squeal from her helpless lodger and a tightening of the girls' thighs and calves as she lifted herself desperately upwards away from the agonising sting. Lisa began to cry, she couldn't help herself.
"Crack!"
"Ooooooooh! Nnnnnnnggghhhh! Pleeeease Miss stop!" She blubbered as she absorbed the burning pain.
"Splat!"
"Arrrggghhh! Oooowwwww! Ooooooh! I'll be good in future! I will I will I will! Oh please!"
"Yes I've no doubt you will but then that's what you say every time you have your bottom smacked isn't it?" Lisa didn't reply just sobbed more loudly as she slid up the thick shaft before groaning wantonly as she sat back down. The older woman paused to examine the back of each thigh where it joined the underside of each crimson buttock. Her naked plaything just hung her head and sobbed exhaustedly.
"Mmmmm looks like you're nicely warmed up. Miss Cooper here is going to take a turn with you now. I recommend you do as you're told and don't make her angry."