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Harriet Brimmerton seduces Rachel

HARRIET BRIMMERTON SEDUCES RACHEL
Mrs. Brimmerton had aged well. She was now 65, straight and dignified, with distinguished gray hair, almost if not quite blue. Her body had sagged, but she kept it in pretty good shape. Her breasts had sagged appropriately, but she had ignored the siren call of cosmetic surgery, feeling that most men thought natural was sexier. She was mostly accurate in that. Her ass was still nicely rounded and her bush, untrimmed, still thick and huge, covering her prominent mound.
She was naked now in the changing booth in her favorite clothing store. She was trying to seduce the young (32), but married, salesgirl. Rachel was kind of interested, but not really wanting to cheat on her husband. She was no saint, but she tried. Unfortunately for her resolve, Harriet pulled a picture out of her purse that showed Rachel in a compromising position with two well-known local gigolos. That compromising photo showed her in obvious ecstasy while being doubly penetrated by the two studs. She had a higher libido than her rather normal husband and occasionally felt the need to outsource her sexual satisfaction. Unfortunately, said gigolos were also frequent lovers of Mrs. Brimmerton (although she did not pay them) and had provided her with the photo, in exchange for certain, uh, favors.
When Rachel saw the photo, her reaction was three-fold. She was shocked that there were compromising photos out there. 2nd, she was turned on by the fact that the photo was out there and people she didn’t know could share her ecstasy, and 3rd, she was relieved that the excuse of her fidelity was wiped out and that she could enjoy the seduction of this fascinating elderly lady.
“So, Rachel, how did it feel to have both of those cocks in you at the same time?”
After a deep breath, Rachel replied, somewhat breathlessly “about twice as good as it felt to have them in me one at a time. They had fucked me separately beforehand, if you must know.”
“Did you feel filled up when they shot their come into you?”
“Yes, they filled me up, so that it ran down my ass cheeks and legs”.
“Did you come?”
“Yes, several times. Really, that’s what I pay those guys to do for me- make me come hard. I love my husband, but he just doesn’t make me cum hard enough or often enough.”
“I believe I also could make you cum hard, Rachel, if you would allow me to try”. With that, Mrs. Brimmerton meaningfully tucked the picture back in here purse.
“Yes, in return for the picture back?”
“Yes, it’s a deal.” With that, the naked Mrs. Brimmerton began to unbutton Rachel’s blouse. She opened the sides, so that Rachel’s lacy bra could be seen pushing up her firm breasts. Harriet cupped her bra, squeezing her breasts lightly. Rachel sighed. Harriet then reached around her to unhook her bra, pushing her breasts against Rachel’s at the same time. The lacy bra dropped, leaving their naked breasts pressed together. Both breathed a little faster than usual. Harriet then backed off a bit, took both of Rachel’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them somewhat hard. Then she gave them a serious twist.
Rachel gasped! “Jesus that hurts”.
“But does it feel good, too?”
“Yes. I must say, most of my lovers are too gentle. You are an improvement already. And I didn’t even know that about myself.”
“What is the most shocking thing you have ever fantasized about?”
The recently twisted nipples were now very hard and red. “Ooooooo! That’s a very good question. I’ll have to think about that: Probably being raped.”
“Every woman fantasizes about being raped. You’ll have to do better than that.” With that she twisted Rachel’s nipples again and this time held them in the twisted position and pinched harder than before.
Rachel’s eyes watered and she moaned, “Oh God!”
“Being triple penetrated by total strangers then having very large objects forced into my vagina until I come.”
“That’s pretty good. I could make that happen for you. Have you ever been spanked or whipped to orgasm?”
“No, but I’d like to try. I’ve had some boyfriends spank me, but they always stopped when they got hard and wanted to get off.”
“When I spank you, I won’t stop until you get off. Then you’ll still have to get me off, which I bet you can do.”
“I’ve never made it with a woman, but I think I’m ready now”.
“Good! You should get out of the rest of those clothes now.”
Rachel quickly removed her skirt and lacy panties, when Harriet asked, “By the way, what happens if another customer comes in?” A look of shock came over Rachel’s face. “There are only two naked women in here.”
“I need to lock up. I’ll put on my clothes back on first”
“No! I want you to walk out there naked and lock up.”
“People might see me from the street.”
“They sure might. So much the more to please me, and to excite you for that matter.”
Rachel gave her a long questioning look, then smiled and ran out of the dressing room and toward the door. She ran pretty fast, her boobs bouncing. Only two passersby saw her, an elderly lady who barely glimpsed her, and frowned, and a young dude who smiled and definitely appreciated her, cupping his package. She quickly turned the lock and pulled down the closed sign, then ran back to Harriet.
Harriet had removed 2 nipple clamps from her purse, which she quickly clamped on Rachel’s nipples, resulting in yelps and moans. “Get down on your hands and knees!” she ordered. Rachel did. Harriet moved behind her, inserted two fingers into her vagina to check for moisture. She was quite wet, it seemed. Harriet smiled at having chosen the perfect victim- a closet masochist. Harriet pulled a long vibrator from her purse and jammed about 4” of it into Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gasped and said “God, that’s good”.
Harriet then began to push it in and out and wiggle it up and down, opening up the inside of Rachel’s vagina. She turned the vibrator up to high and jammed it in all the way, causing Rachel to cry out, saying “You’re fucking me- fucking me hard”.
Harriet had pushed about 10” of the vibrator in, jiggling it violently. Rachel wailed out her satisfaction at getting fucked this hard.”Oh my God! Oh my God!. It hurts, Harriet, and it feels good. Oh fuck me! Make me come!”
Harriet began to move the vibrator in and out in long slow strokes, and reached her other hand under Rachel’s belly to stroke her now puffy pussy lips, then her clit. Rachel began to breathe harder. “Oh, God, Harriet”, she cried. Sensing Rachel’s approaching orgasm; Harriet pulled out the vibrator, and took her hand out of Rachel’s pussy.
“Oh, please, let me come!”
“Not yet, Rachel. I need to let you build up to a bigger climax than you are ready for yet. Besides, I haven’t been satisfied in my playing with you yet, and my satisfaction here is key. Now, stand up!”
Rachel stood up, as Harriet pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly snapped them on Rachel’s wrists. She then pulled Rachel’s wrists up over a hook in the wall over her head and quickly handcuffed her ankles to shelf supports that the stock room seemed to be full of. Rachel’s legs were spread at a very wide angle. Harriet patted her pussy several times softly. “Do you likethat?”
“Yes”
“Do you want me to do it harder?”
“Yes”
So she did, then harder still. “If I kept doing this, do you think you might come?”
“Yes”
“I think so, too. But my hand would get tired, so I need some help”.
With that she pulled a cat-o-nine tails out of her bag, and began to swing it in front of Rachel. “Do you think this might help you come, baby?”
“Oh my god, I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Of course I’ll hurt you, dear. That’s the whole idea”
With that she swung the cat catching Rachel’s tits and jiggling the nipple clamps, making them move the nipples they held tightly. Rachel groaned, as Harriet hit her breasts again and again. Between jostling the nipple clamps and the cat tails smacking into her tender breast flesh, Rachel began to cry out in pain. At the same time, her climax began to build through the pain. It excited her more and more.
On about one out of every five strikes, Harriet would move the target of her strikes from Rachel’s breasts to her pussy. The cat tails would dig into the flesh of her pussy lips, as they had dug into her breast flesh. Her breasts had turned into a deep red with the repeated strikes, as her pussy lips turned a bright pink. Rachel’s moans and pleadings increased as her pain and her pleasure increased. Harriet then ceased the beating and ever so slowly pulled on the clip attached to her left nipple. Rachel cried out, “OOOWWWW! That hurts sooooo much! I’m so close to coming. OOOHHHH, make me cum, Harriet.”
Suddenly, the clip popped off and her left breast bounced with the removed pressure, blood rapidly refilling the vessels in the nipple, which caused excruciating pain. Rachel cried out and began to come.
A huge orgasm wracked her whole body. It shook all over with orgasmic convulsions. Harriet quickly pulled off the other clamp, then inserted the vibrator back into her pulsating cunt, which sent her orgasm into new heights. She cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me harder, Ohh God, fuck me more!” Harriet began pumping the vibrator in and out harder and faster. Rachel tried to hunch down on it to drive it deeper into her cunt, but the handcuffs held her up. “OOOOOOOHHHHHH, Gooooood!
Harriet pulled the vibrator out of Rachel, and rammed into her own cunt. With her other hand she began to strum her grape sized clit. She came as strongly as Rachel had. Rachel’s orgasm began again as she watched Harriet come. Harriet’s knees buckled, but she caught herself from falling, as she called out, “Oh, Rachel, you cunt, you made me come. You are such a fox.”
Both of their orgasms settled down, Rachel hanging limply by her handcuffs.
After Harriet let Rachel down and they dressed to head for Harriet’s mansion, they both knew that this would not be the end of their sexual adventures.

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Gareth stood in front of the tall black gate. A duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries was clenched in his left hand. Behind him, the taxi pulled away, back in the direction of the small airport at which he had arrived only an hour ago.
A woman in a knee-high black skirt and black business jacket was striding towards the path that connected the gate to the expansive, black and red building that was Darkholme Academy.
Gareth pulled out a small booklet from a pocket in his bag. A Guide to Darkholme, it said on the cover. Underneath that was a grainy photo of the very same building that stood in front of him – only it didn’t seem half as big – and the tall black fence that ran the perimeter of the grounds seemed to have been photoshopped out. In the corner was the academy’s logo: a curled up mouse, around which were the words “Freedom in Discipline.” Made sense, seeing as the school was – as the booklet advertised – the “number one reformatory school for young men struggling with authority.”
Gareth was a couple of years out of high school (a place he barely graduated from) and was jobless and living out of his parents house. Most days he would spend masturbating to hardcore pornography while his parents were at work – he loved watching big-breasted pornstars taking big cocks and toys up their assholes – so it was much to his dismay when they saw it fit to send him to Darkholme, so that he may learn some valuable life lessons. He just saw it as more school.
“Good morning,” said the woman, who had reached the gate and was now unlocking the large padlock, which up until now, Gareth hadn’t noticed.
“Morning,” he replied.
She swung open the gate and extended her right hand. Gareth took it. She was much taller than him – a whole foot, maybe.
“Headmistress Ives,” she said.
“Gareth.”
She beckoned for him to step through, and he did. The headmistress quickly locked the gate behind him, and started back towards the building. Gareth followed.
The grounds were rife with activity. Groups of young men, who all looked to be around Gareth’s age, were performing fitness activities on and around the running tracks which surrounded the main building. A huddle of runners in plain grey gear came by on the track. As each one passed, they offered a small nod to the headmistress, and said, “Good morning, Miss Ives.”
She smiled at each one, but said nothing. Gareth noticed that some of the boys held looks of intense concentration on their faces, as if they were performing mental calculus during their run. Weird, he thought. How long do they make us run for? The close encounter also gave Gareth a better look at the uniform – the shorts were a bit too short for the weather – any weather, in fact.
“Mister White, I take it you’ve come to be acquainted as much as possible with our facilities and academic background?” asked Miss Ives, abruptly.
“Uh, yeah,” said Gareth, brandishing the guide book.
“Oh, that.” Miss Ives gave a short laugh. “That’s just marketing. Here,” she produced another, similar looking booklet from her jacket, “this one’s a bit more detailed.” Gareth hoped she was right: the original booklet contained a lot of writing, but didn’t say much other than how great the school was. Marketing, indeed.
The front cover of the “real” booklet showed a similar picture, except the fence was fully visible. The logo, too, was different. Instead of a mouse, it showed a rat, and the phrase that surrounded it was “Pleasure in Submission.” Gareth stifled a laugh. How does this woman not get how kinky that sounds? He pretended to flick through it.
They reached the front doors: two recently painted black monoliths. Headmistress Ives pulled one of them open for Gareth and ushered him inside. A large lobby greeted him – a desk sat on his immediate left, manned by a young blonde woman. A staircase sat in the middle of the room, leading to the second floor landing from which extended a variety of corridors. Two more large doors stood on either side of the staircase, and another stood on the opposite side of the room to the desk, and on it were the words “Headmistress’s Office” in thick, black letters.
Headmistress Ives closed the door, and stepped in front of Gareth. “Nurse Verne will be arriving presently. After the medical, you will be shown to your first class. You will be joining registration group C7. You will share classes and activities with all students from that group.”
Gareth didn’t really listen to the last part. “Um…what did you mean by ‘medical’?”
Headmistress Ives smirked. “Did you read the guidebook I gave you? Or did you just flick through it?”
“I, uh-”
“I think you better skim it a little before Nurse Verne arrives. I’ll be in my office.” With that, she left.
The receptionist was typing furiously on a keyboard, but other than that, the place was silent. Gareth opened the guidebook and started to read the introduction. It said:
“Welcome to the Darkholme Academy, where you will learn, over time, to become a productive and subservient member of society. Through our discipline-based curriculum and authoritarian teaching methods, we will transform you into a submissive individual, fit for reintegration into your home life. These methods, in particular, may initially seem strange, though we are sure that you will come to appreciate them for the positive effects they will undoubtedly have on your outlook and attitude.”
He was about to flick to the next page when a mature woman in a light blue nurse’s outfit came through one of the doors next to the stairs.
“Gareth White?” she asked, looking at him. She was red-headed, plump, and spoke with a slight English accent.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied.
“Right this way.”
Gareth followed her through a maze of doors and corridors he was sure he would never remember. I better be getting a map of this place, he thought. I could get lost for days.
“Just through here, please.” Nurse Verne opened a door, leading into a small white room, which looked like pretty much every other school nurse’s office he had ever been to. Gareth entered, and Nurse Verne shut the door behind him.
“Now,” she said. “Did you go through the guide book?”What is so important about this guidebook? thought Gareth. “I, uh, didn’t quite get through all of it.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” she said. “Don’t worry, everything is standard procedure. Could you please take of your clothes for me, Gareth?”
Gareth wasn’t sure whether he heard her correctly. “You want me to what?”
Nurse Verne approached him and placed her hand on his wrist. “You are to take off your clothes,” she said sternly, before lightening her voice. “Standard procedure,” she repeated and sat down at her desk.
Gareth shuffled uncomfortably for a moment, and then placed his duffel bag on the floor. Nurse Verne spun in her chair to face him, recognizing his trepidation. “Gareth,” she said. “If you won’t take off your clothes, I’ll have to take them off for you.” She unbuttoned the top of her outfit, and allowed her fingertips to graze the top of her large breasts.
Gareth felt himself become hard. He had a bit of a thing for matures – many times he’d cum over videos of mature women getting a pounding, or even getting it on with each other.
He stripped off, displaying his half-mast six-inch cock to the nurse.
“There,” she said, standing up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her eyes flitted to his cock for a moment.
“No, I guess not.”
She went into the cupboard and took out a large red rectangle of rubber. It looked like a hot water bottle. She took it to the sink and began to fill it up with water. “We have to get you prepared for integration into the Academy’s health schedule. Pop up onto the table for me, will you? Face down, please.”
Gareth did so without hesitation. His cock lay pointed upwards, and he stroked it on the table’s soft top, making sure that Nurse Verne couldn’t see him while he did it.
“The schedule requires that you are cleaned out completely,” said Nurse Verne, turning. The red bag was full to the brim, and she hooked it somewhere up behind Gareth. “For that, I am required to give you a thorough enema.”
“A what?” Gareth was very familiar with that – he loved his kinky Japanese porn too.
A hand shot up between Gareth’s legs, gripping onto his vulnerable testicles. Gareth winced, and Nurse Verne released her grip slightly, and started to massage with her thumb. Gareth moaned.
“There we are,” she cooed. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Mmmm,” said Gareth in reply.
“Good.”
Gareth felt another hand move up above the other, towards his anus. The fingers were wet – greasy, even, and they stroked all around his virgin hole, covering it in the substance. The other hand kept going on his balls.
The fingers withdrew for a moment, before being replaced by something else – something rubber, about the size of a thumb. Gareth knew exactly what was going to happen – his cock was fully erect between his stomach and the table. Who knew this would turn me on?
He felt the rubber tip being pushed onto his ass. Naturally, his muscles tightened up, but, with the help of Nurse Verne’s generous lubricant application, his anus couldn’t keep the intruder out for long, and it slipped into him, all the way. The tip was long, and a bump at its base prevented it from coming out without a pull – or a push from Gareth. He heard a click, and warm water started rushing into his anal cavity.
“Uuuuuuuugh,” he moaned, involuntarily.
“Mmm,” said Nurse Verne, and fondled one of Gareth’s buttocks. “Most of the new ones enjoy that.”
Gareth was breathing deeply. He couldn’t help but feel himself being filled up – it was a weird sensation, and it spread throughout his insides. A gurgling noise came from somewhere inside him.
“Once you’ve taken the whole bag, and I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly…hm, ‘irrigated,’ I will allow you to expel the water and whatever else is in there.” She motioned to a door at the back of the room, indicating that that was where the toilet was.
Gareth moaned in reply. He was acutely aware of how full he was now feeling, and how urgently his bowels wanted to expel their rapidly expanding contents. It was like nothing he had ever felt before: like a massive dump just waiting to go, but getting bigger and bigger all the time. He had to squeeze his ass hard so as not to accidentally shit the tube – and everything else – out.
The water continued flowing for a few minutes, Gareth moaning intermittently. Nurse Verne simply stood and watched.
When the flow stopped, Gareth picked his head up and looked at the bag. It was definitely empty; so was the clear tube that ran from it into his asshole.
“Good boy,” said Nurse Verne. “I don’t think I’ve seen a new student take the whole bag that fast.
“Can I go, now? To the toilet?” Gareth’s voice was shaking. His cock was still fully engorged.
Nurse Verne laughed. “No, of course not.” She approached the table. “Tighten,” she commanded, and Gareth complied, knowing exactly what she meant. The tip was extracted, taking with it a few drops of water, but Gareth managed to successfully hold everything else inside.
Then she made him go into several different positions on the table. On his side, on his back, on his other side, on all fours (that one felt particularly embarrassing), then on his side again, and so forth.
“Have to make sure you’re getting a thorough clean-out,” she said, aiding him into what would be the last position. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” said Gareth.
“Well, that’s how you’re supposed to feel. You can go now,” she said, motioning to the door again.
Gareth clambered off the table and waddled, hunched over, through the doorway. He felt the full weight of his ass’s contents as they sloshed from side to side as he moved.
He entered a room almost the same size as the office – a toilet sat in the corner, next to a sink, and across from a shower. For any unfortunate messes, thought Gareth. There wasn’t a lock on the door.
Gareth plonked himself onto the toilet and let loose. A loud, long and wet fart exploded from his ass, and it was followed by a torrent of shitty water.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” he moaned loudly, barely over the sound of the water hitting the bottom of the bowl. The rapid expulsion felt great – his cock was just as stiff as ever.
When the first rush of water ceased, a knock came at the door. “I forgot to mention.” It was Nurse Verne. “Feel free to use the facilities at your discretion. You’re to be in there for half an hour in order to make sure that you’re completely flushed out.”
“Uh, okay,” said Gareth, before another explosion of water shot out from his now tender anus. Thirty minutes? he thought. Perfect.
He grabbed his cock with his right hand and started jerking. He clenched his ass tightly, stemming the flow – he figured the combined feeling of water rushing from his ass and cum blasting from his cock would be exhilarating.
As he jerked, Gareth fantasized giving anal to Nurse Verne. He imagined leaning her over the table in the office, ploughing her with long, deep strokes until she came, just from the sensation in her ass. However, he couldn’t help but derive pleasure from the feeling in his own asshole – that intense fullness, waiting to burst forth.
His cock pulsed, preparing to shoot his load – his breathing intensified, but Gareth dared not moan – he didn’t want Nurse Verne to know what he was doing. He edged closer to orgasm, and closer, and his ass started to spasm as a new feeling spread inside it – a warm, tingly feeling – and he was just seconds from exploding from both his dick and ass.
Then the door burst open. It was Headmistress Ives.
“Ah!” exclaimed Gareth, letting go of his cock – and ass. The water streamed out, along with another wet fart, and he felt his face go crimson.
“So,” said the Headmistress. She was no longer wearing her jacket. Instead she wore a tight leather corset, which lifted her breasts, displaying them high up on her torso. “Is there a reason that you feel comfortable using our facilities for masturbation?”
“No miss, I, um-”
“You are not here to jerk off. Nurse Verne has kindly performed her job, and all she has requested of you is compliance.”
“I’m sorry, headmistress.”
Headmistress Ives lifted her left hand. A small, cage-like device hung from her pinky. “I don’t think you are, Mister White.” She knelt down in front of him, and clicked open a ring at the bottom of the cage. She looked into Gareth’s eyes. “Continue,” she said.
“Huh?”
“Continue.”
“Okay, okay,” said Gareth, and tried to relax his bowels. He couldn’t help but look at the device, however. The cage was just over the length of his erect cock. Small spikes penetrated the space inwards, and a three-inch metal rod extended downwards from inside the top of the cage.
She gripped his rapidly shrinking cock, holding it upright. Gareth couldn’t help deriving pleasure from her grasp – his cock immediately stopped shrinking. Then, she put the cage over his member, pushing it down until the rounded end of the rod touched the tip.
Then she pushed some more.
“Hnnnnnnnn!” Gareth gripped the sides of the toilet bowl as the rod was forced into his urethra, expanding the inside of his cock. “What- what are you doing,” he managed, through gritted teeth.
Headmistress Ives remained silent as she pushed the last inch into Gareth’s dick. Then, she grabbed his balls with a thumb and forefinger and clicked the metal ring back together around the base of both his cock and scrotum. She produced a small padlock, and fastened it to the ring, locking it in place.
Gareth’s cock was now trapped in the infernal device – the combination of the spikes and the rod sent all kinds of pain up and down its length. Gareth squirmed on the toilet, whilst squirts of water continued to shoot out from his ass.
Headmistress Ives stood up. “Nurse Verne informs me that you have just over twenty minutes left. Perhaps now you’ll learn that this proud Academy is not a place for such activities as that.” She gestured up towards the ceiling, where Gareth could see a black dome – a camera. Then she turned towards the doorway. “Nurse Verne, I’ll return when the remaining twenty minutes are up. I’d like to finish the medical myself, to ensure that no more hijinks occur.”
“I will see you soon, Mister White,” and she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The last twenty minutes passed slowly. Try as he might, Gareth couldn’t get free of the cage and the constant pain that came with being trapped inside it. Nor could he get off the toilet and into a more comfortable position, given the randomness of his anal expulsions.
He had to wait it out.
At some point, he figured his ass to be completely empty. A couple of big pushes came with only small, high-pitched farts and the feeling that he was going to shit his whole ass, so he cleaned himself off and lay down on the cold, tiled floor, and waited for something to happen.
And something did happen, when, at the end of the twenty minutes (or so Gareth presumed), a command came.
“Time is up,” came Headmistress Ives. “Clean up, and come back.”
He took the opportunity to pause and take a couple of deep breaths, preparing himself for whatever else she might have in store for him.
On the table was a black, leather harness. Gareth’s heart sunk.
Headmistress Ives, who had been sitting on the one chair, stood up. “I hope you learned your lesson, Mister White.”
“Yes…I have, Miss Ives.”
“Good.” She motioned for Gareth to approach the table.
The harness consisted of three parts: the leather itself, which, when fitted together, looked to be connected by straps held in place by lockable metal parts. Gareth realized that, just like the cock cage, this would be padlocked indefinitely. Attached to an open metal ring on the front was a plastic tube with a hole at its top. The tube itself curved upwards, resembling an erect penis. The third thing was what gripped Gareth’s attention most. It was a black, rubber, two-and-a-half-inch butt plug.
“Standard uniform for all students of Darkholme Academy. Nurse Verne informed me that she felt your to be ass suited for the size two plug.”
“Size two?” Gareth asked.
She looked at him quizzically. “We go up to size five. Would you like me to request a larger one?”
“No, no.”
“Fine.” She seemed disappointed.
Ives approached Gareth, then unlocked the cock cage. She clicked it open, removing the spikes from his skin and freeing his now purple balls, then pulled it slowly from his urethra.
“Uuuugh,” moaned Gareth, as the metal slid out of him. His cock flopped down once the thing had been taken out.
“I decided to treat you lightly, given that you’re new here,” said Ives, as she discarded the cage. “If you do that again, the punishment will be much more severe.”How could it be any more severe than that? thought Gareth. He didn’t want to find out.
Ives produced a pump-bottle filled with a clear substance. She offered it to Gareth, who took it.
“Lubricant,” she said. “To help you put on your uniform.”
Gareth thought that, like the enema, he would have the task performed for him. “You want me to…?”
“I want you to plug up your own asshole, yes,” she said sternly. Ives then leaned onto one of the counters on the edge of the room. It was clear to Gareth that he would have an audience.
He took the plug in hand, and started to pick up the harness.
“No,” said Ives. “That is not to move.”
“What? How-”
“Get up onto the table,” she said, staring at Gareth.
“Okay,” he sighed.
“Yes, miss,” said Ives.
“What?” said Gareth, before realizing what was obviously a mistake. “Oh. Yes, miss.”
He clambered up onto the table and got down on all fours. The way the harness was laying necessitated that he point his ass towards the headmistress. He imagined it was what she wanted, anyway.
Gareth pumped out some lube onto his palm, then rubbed it over his anus, before testing its tightness with a finger. He shuddered as his fingertip entered his own asshole – it was cold, but his ring twitched with pleasure.
He moved to the plug, applying a generous amount of lube all over it, even over the tapered bottom. Once it was slick and shining, he hopped up like a rabbit and dangled his ass over the tip.
He took a breath, and lowered himself.
Thanks to the lube, his ass opened up immediately, welcoming the big black invader. Gareth slid down further, moaning as he went, until he started to feel a stretch. He stopped, then pushed down a little, further expanding his tender hole.
He paused as soon as he felt pain, then raised himself all the way off the plug. He reapplied lube to both the plug and his ass, and used three fingers to coat the inside of his butt with the slippery goo. He shivered as his fingertips brushed up against the walls of his ass. Again, his cock hardened.
He sat down again, and his ass gave way to almost the whole thing.
“Ugh,” he moaned, as it entered him. Why does this feel so good? he asked himself.
This time, he only felt pain when he reached the widest part of the plug, but he knew, with a little extra push, it would pop right in. He took a breath.
“Do it,” said Ives. “Submission is pleasure.”
And he popped onto the plug. His ass tightened around the base immediately.
“Mmmmmmm,” Gareth said, his ass gifted by the full feeling that the invader brought. As with the enema, it made him feel as if he needed to void his bowels, but he didn’t care. Submission is pleasure.
Ives didn’t waste any time. She came to the table and began strapping Gareth into the harness as he kneeled down to make it easier for her. She placed his hard cock straight through the metal ring and into the tube. It was only then that Gareth realized it was a chastity device: there was no way to remove his cock unless the entire harness was unlocked and taken off.
“The device will allow your cock to become erect, as you can plainly tell. Rather than use a device that constricts the penis, however, Darkholme uses this in order for the staff to easily identify any horny students. Although you may derive pleasure from the butt plug’s presence, understand that you are not to gain an erection during classes or activities, or when in the presence of a staff member. Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss,” said Gareth.
“Good,” she said.
Gareth got off the table. The harness felt strange; like a big, warm diaper, and the butt plug made him walk bow-legged. His erection began to shrink.
“Welcome to Darkholme Academy,” said Headmistress Ives, as she led him out of the office, past his crumpled old clothes and duffel bag. Gareth suspected he wouldn’t need them anymore.
“Ah,” she said. “It seems everybody is back from physical education.”
And they were. Crowds of male students marched along the corridor, clutching notepads and books. All of them were wearing a harness, and none of them seemed phased by it, or each other’s nakedness. Gareth couldn’t help but wonder which of them wore size fives.
Ives handed him a sheet of paper. On it was a timetable, detailing Gareth’s personal schedule.
“Slave training 101.” She pointed down the corridor. “Straight down, turn left. Room zero-zero-nine,” she said, before marching back towards her office, leaving Gareth alone in the river of people. He looked at the timetable again.
“Welcome to Darkholme,” it said, in large bold letters.To be continued…

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Melissa Gets Put Out Part 1

MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 1
Afternoons were the worst, at least that’s what her friend Tanya said, and she should know. Tanya said that in the mornings, everyone was headed to work, or school, and no one had time to do anything to you really, even the garbage men and the postmen were usually on a schedule, and hadn’t bothered her. Of course what happened to Tanya the first time she was put out was unusual, no-one had expected there to be a whole crew of landscapers working across the street the first time Tanya has been put out in the family stocks, they had fucked her over and over all day long, so much so, that the neighbor complained to Tanya’s father that Tanya was keeping the crew from getting any work done. Tanya had missed a whole week of the eighth grade recovering from that day.
Melissa’s family had a stocks in their front yard, nearly every family did, but Melissa never thought she would be in them. She knew that some people used theirs for punishments, and would occasionally see people in them, when she was walking to school, or in the car, going shopping, usually the help, sometimes young kids fully clothed, some times older ones in their underwear or stripped naked. There usually was a sign listing their offense, and the limits of what you could do to them. She probably saw Mrs. McGinty out there the most, usually once or twice a week, she and her husband argued a lot, and he would put her out there whenever she “crossed the line.” He usually put a paddle and a couple of whips out there for people to use on her. Melissa had even paddled Mrs. McGinty herself once, because she was feeling mad because she had gotten a bad grade on a test, and had been fuming about it all afternoon. A dozen two handed whacks with the paddle across Mrs. McGinty’s bare ass and pussy had left Melissa breathing hard, and the yelps from Mrs. McGinty’s gagged mouth had been satisfying. Melissa hadn’t drawn blood, but the paddle was wet and shiny when she hung it back up. It had made her feel better, and she had skipped home the rest of the way. Mrs. McGinty hadn’t said anything about it, even two weeks later when the McGinty’s had held a garden party, Mrs. McGinty had complimented her on her dress, and had even given her extra whipped cream on her strawberry shortcake.
Melissa didn’t know if the stocks in her front yard had ever been used, they were heavy wood and iron, the wood polished smooth, the black iron fittings treated with something so they didn’t rush. They were right in the front yard, under the large spreading magnolia tree, in front of the living room’s picture windows. The ground under the tree, and around the heavy post of the stocks was covered with red cedar mulch, and it was always kept neat and tidy, just the way dad kept the rest of the yard. Melissa had always thought about them just as something that most everyone had in their yard, like the birdbath, or a lawn jockey. But now, she was going to be put in them… for two days.
Melissa hadn’t meant to miss her curfew, and she shouldn’t have gotten caught, but she had. Mom and Dad were usually out late on Wednesday nights, she’d never hear the car driving up until after midnight. She knew that she had to be home by 8 pm on weeknights, and even more importantly on Wednesdays because she needed to make sure that her little brother Travis got to bed on time. But she was having such a great evening with her boyfriend Marcus. He had just turned sixteen a couple of months ago, and his parents had gotten him a new car. Melissa didn’t know much about cars, but Marcus’ was red and shiny, and he had let her drive it. She was so nervous, because she had just gotten her learner’s permit a couple of weeks ago, and Dad had had only taken her driving twice, and both those times on back roads. But Marcus had let her drive around town, and when they parked behind the Walgreens to make out, she had been so happy, she sucked Marcus’ dick right there in the front seat of his car, where anyone could have seen them. At the same time he had his hand up her plaid skirt and down the front of her panties, playing with her pussy. His fingers were running in exciting circles around her shaved slit, before they started to dip inside her, just a little at first, and then deeper, only to run into resistance, her maidenhead. The car was cramped, and Melissa really couldn’t take Marcus’ dick too deeply into her mouth anyway without gagging. She moved his other hand to her breasts, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her heavy bra was half pushed up to her neck. Her breasts were already large for her age, she had just moved up to a C-cup, and if they got much bigger, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep running on the school’s track team, even tight sports bras had a hard time keeping them from bouncing all over the place. She focused back on Marcus’s cock, as he began to twist one of her nipples under her bra with one hand, and made wet circles around her tiny clit with the other. Oh gods, she thought, it’s never been this good! It must have been the excitement of getting to drive through town, she had been so nervous. She tried to take him deeper, and started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock on the top of the stroke, She could smell him, taste him, the sweat from baseball practice, and she wanted to make him feel just as good as he was making her feel. She started to feel herself shiver, and knew she had to hurry, all the magazines and the internet said it was best when it happened together, she started to play with his balls, and even tried to work a finger toward his ass. Her friend Trisha said that her boyfriend had really liked that. She pushed down hard, opening her jaws till they felt like they would crack and tried to relax her throat, and then, her nose was buried in the wiry dark curls of Marcus’s pubic hair. Wow, I did it! Suddenly, just, as she was beginning to gag, just as she was about to go over the edge herself, she felt Marcus begin to twitch deep in her throat. His warm hands which had been driving her crazy were suddenly gone, and were holding onto her head like a vice.
“Take it,” he growled, “take it!”
He began to thrust deeper down her mouth and throat, pumping hard, she couldn’t breathe, her nose was crushed into him, and Melissa felt like she was about to throw up the ice cream they had shared just an hour ago. And then he started to come, and it was either choke or swallow, and she couldn’t throw up in Marcus’ new car, he would never see her again, so she began to swallow, her rising orgasm forgotten. He held her there, her need for oxygen forgotten in his need for pleasure, her arms pinned uncomfortably, for what seemed like forever, his cock twitching and spasming in her mouth and throat. She never tasted a drop of his spurting cum, he was down her throat so far. Only when he was spent, and had started to soften in her mouth, did Marcus seem to recognize Melissa’s struggles, he released her, and she pulled away quickly, gasping and coughing, her throat hot and raw, tears starting to run down her makeup.
“Oh, baby, you were so amazing, I love you. You’re the best, the absolute best.” All of Melissa’s panic, her sense of humiliation and betrayal melted away at those words.
He loved me!
Marcus pulled her close, and kisses away her tear.
“I just wish you would let me love you more,” he continued, “I want to share myself with you completely, I wish you could love me enough that we could be complete with each other.”
They had talked about this before, but Melissa had been adamant, she had to save herself for marriage, she wanted to be a good wife like her mother, and she had been taught that you had to be pure for your marriage, or no man would want to marry you. She never thought that she would have gone this far with a boy, she had sucked his dick before, and had let him play with her breasts, and finger her, and even once, she had let him put his mouth on her down there, which had felt amazing, it was the first time she had had an orgasm, and she secretly wanted him to do it again, but couldn’t bring herself to ask him, it just felt so dirty. Maybe, if she let him do the other thing… but that was supposed to hurt, and it was so filthy, and if anyone else found out, she would never hear the end of it. Maybe she would ask some of her friends if they had tried it.
“Maybe Sarah would love me more…”
Marcus’ words shattered her train of thought like it was made of glass.
“Sarah? What? No!” Everyone in school knew about Sarah, she had had at least four boyfriends, and had slept with several other boys, and had even had sex with two of the teachers at school, and it wasn’t even for punishment.
The drive back home had been silent, Marcus stewing, and Melissa just not knowing what to say. They didn’t kiss, but Marcus never really wanted to kiss her after she had sucked his dick, he said that was “gay”. She was so relieved to see that Travis was sound asleep, she tidied up the house, cleaning up where her twelve year old brother had made himself a sloppy PB&J for dinner, her head spinning with thoughts of Marcus and Sarah and sex, and purity, she just didn’t know what to do. When she finally got to bed, she laid there staring up at the glow in the dark stars that she had stuck to her ceiling when she was eleven. She finally stopped thinking about Marcus and Sarah, and started just thinking about Marcus, and how his hands had made her feel. As if on their own, one of her hands cupped her left breast, and the other snaked down between her legs, to her secret place, she felt the faintest bit of stubble there, and knew that she would have to shave herself again, like she had been doing ever since Marcus asked her to, she had read that boyfriends like their women to be smooth down there, she guessed they were right. Her fingers seemed to remember what Marcus had been doing, the circles and the rubbing back and forth, she could feel herself responding, her nipple tightening and growing hard under her twisting fingers, and she started probing her pussy, deeper, until, in a twinge of pain, she jammed her finger against her maidenhead again. She stopped, remembering that this wasn’t what good girls did, and took her wet fingers out of herself, she eventually got to sleep fitfully, with a pillow clutched between her knees and thighs.
Melissa awoke to her alarm, sprawled across her bed, she had kicked off all her covers in the night and was sprawled face down with one leg off the bed, her nightgown was twisted and bunched up nearly to her armpits. The edge of her bed where she had been rubbing her crotch was damp down to the mattress, and her panties were soaked, she quickly stripped naked, only taking a moment to look at herself in her full length mirror, Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her creamy white C cup breasts and smooth shaved pubic area were highlighted by the dark tan she had over the rest of her body. Afternoons in the backyard by the pool kept her tan, and running track and cross country for school kept her lean, and her legs toned. She grabbed a towel, and her bathrobe, she had to beat Travis to the bathroom, or he would stink it up, or simply take forever just to spite her. She showered quickly, and then spent what seemed like forever shaving her legs and pussy, lathering everything up with shaving cream, and going over everything carefully to ensure a smooth feel everywhere. A couple of nicks on her ankle and one on the knee were all she had to worry about, and then she brushed her teeth. As she was brushing her teeth, the electric toothbrush whirring away, staring at her naked form in the mirror, she found her free hand wandering down to her pussy again, she couldn’t believe how worked up she was getting, she spat out the toothpaste, and left the water running in the sink. She found herself with one leg up on the toilet, rubbing herself with first one hand, and then the thick buzzing handle of her toothbrush. Oh God she thought, chewing on her lower lip, she just couldn’t press the handle into her clit hard enough, she started savaging it back and forth over her pussy with feverish need, her other hand twisting a rock hard nipple until she gasped in pain. The handle of her toothbrush was growing wetter, her juices started to mix with the remnants of toothpaste that she hadn’t rinsed off in her rush and need, and it started to sting, and burn, and…
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! “Missy hurry up, you’re taking forever!
Gaaaah! The little beast! Couldn’t he hold it for just another minute?
Melissa lost her stride, the need was still there, but the interruption was all that was needed to drive a spike of shame into what she was doing. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe, rinsed off her toothbrush, turbaned her hair up in a towel, and made a dash for her room, her pussy burning with minty freshness and and her cheeks with embarrassment, nearly bowling over her little brother, who was doing the pee-pee dance in the hall.
Melissa tried to rub the toothpaste out of her pussy with the towel she had wrapped her hair in, but it didn’t seem to help either situation there. As the stinging subsided she quickly dressed for school, white cotton panties, white cotton bra, white cotton button up blouse, plaid skirt, and matching tie, and shiny black shoes, the school uniform for St Mary’s.
Dad was already seated at the table, reading his morning paper, and Mom bustled about the kitchen, putting the final touches on breakfast, It looked like pancakes and bacon, blueberries, and cut strawberries for the pancakes, and orange juice for the kids, Coffee for the parents.
Yep, it must be Thursday.
Then Melissa noticed the envelope on her plate, just as Travis came stomping in, and plopped himself down at his place.
“What’s this?” asked Melissa, her finger sliding down the top of the envelope.
Her father rustled her paper, and said, “Oh, that. Just something you need to drop off at the front office of the school this morning. You can read it if you want, actually, I think you should.”
Melissa opened the envelope, and took out the letter, as she unfolded it, she saw her mother’s clear flowing hand, she began to read it when her father said in a low but commanding tone, “Out loud.”
Melissa swallowed. She knew that tone of voice, and it was not to be disobeyed.
“Dear Principal Gardener, please excuse Melissa from school this coming Friday. She violated her Curfew last night by two hours, and as such will be spending two days in the families front stocks, please alert all her teachers that they may give her any assignments and homework she would have received Friday that she will not find herself behind at school come Monday. Sincerely Mr, & Mrs. Walter Donnelly” Her father had initialed after her mother’s name, giving it the full weight of his authority.
“But, I…” she began.
“But, you did.” Her father interrupted in a matter-of-fact tone.. “And don’t glare at your brother like that, your mother was already writing this letter when he told us this morning that he had put himself to bed last night. Honestly, I had expected better of you. And you did this full well knowing the consequences of your actions. We discussed it when you started seeing your friends in the evenings, especially once they started to get cars of their own. A hard eight o’clock curfew on school nights, no exceptions. You yourself agreed to one full day in the stocks for each hour or part thereof you were late.”
“But, I never thought…”
“That I would be a man of my word, well I am, and I have done better for the family because of it. And I expect my daughter to be a lady of her word as well. So you will take this letter to your principal, and come home with all of your homework this afternoon, and prepare yourself for this. And come 6 AM tomorrow morning you will be in those stocks for 48 hours straight, and come Sunday morning, when you are my daughter again, I expect you to clean yourself up, put on your church dress, and come to church with the family, as I expect you will have some confessions to make.”
As her father spoke, a chill crept into her cramping stomach, her father meant it, it was going to happen, no appeals to Mom, no being sick in bed, nothing would stop it from happening.
School that day was awful. Principal Gardener took her note, and made a copy of it, he placed the original in her file, and instructed her to show the copy to all of her teachers. Half of them made her read it in front of the class. By the noon it seemed like everyone in school knew what was going on. The only person who would sit with her at lunch was Tanya, and she was actually kind of thankful for that.
Tanya had been put in her families stocks three times that she knew of, and the first time, she had gotten pregnant from one of the landscapers who has been fucking her all day, they didn’t know who the father was, but the kid had dark brown skin, and straight black hair, which was going to be strange on a kid with a last name of McGuire. It turned out that the second time Tanya was put out, it was when she was pregnant with the kid, her doctor had ordered her to have bedrest, but Tanya had snuck out with a friend to see a movie. Her Dad had rented a special punishment bed for the day, Tanya told her it was kind of like a gyno doctor’s examination table, but it strapped her down on her back, keeping her from moving, yet still gave anyone who wanted, access to,her, and he had taken it out of her allowance. The third time, wasn’t really that bad, she told Melissa, her boyfriend came by after school, and had fucked her most of the afternoon, which was kind of funny, because she had been put out because she had been caught fooling around in her room with him. Her dad had gotten angry after he got home late from work, and had made Tony leave, and he he had whipped her with the strap he used on the help, but she said it was still fun. She leaned forward to whisper in Melissa’s ear.
“I actually kinda got turned on when my dad was whipping me, maybe it was because I was so horny from my time with Tony, but the next night, I used my hairbrush handle to frig myself twice thinking about my Dad, and him whipping me.”
Melissa was shocked, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Thinking about her own father like that was just flat out wrong, but using being put out as a way to finally have sex with your boyfriend was interesting, but uggh she could never be so public and open about it like Tanya, she also quietly filed away the part about the hairbrush handle for later thinking, she had several hairbrushes, and suddenly, their shapes were new and interesting in her mind.
When school was over she found herself reluctant to leave, she sat in algebra as the rest of her class filed out after the last bell, she could feel their stares, hear their whispers and comments, it had been going on all day long. She had wanted this day to be over so much, but now each step home took her closet to her fate. She seemed locked into her desk, dreading, what she thought would be the end of her life.
“Worried about tomorrow dear?” The voice was right in front of her. Ms. Olivia, her algebra teacher was standing right in front of her, Melissa hadn’t even noticed her approach. She looked up, her round eyes glistening with tears. Melissa wanted to spill out all her fears, that Marcus would never have her back, never love her again, never marry her, that everyone would shun her, that she couldn’t live with the shame. She tried to speak, but couldn’t, her words tied themselves in knots and came out as a moaning sob.
“That’s okay Melissa, what you are feeling is normal, that this is the end of the world for you, that you’ll lose the respect of your friends and family, and so on. But remember, this isn’t happening to you, Melissa Donnelly, it’s happening to someone else. When you are put into this kind of punishment, as long as you are under a man’s authority, he has the power to declare you a Stranger for the duration of the punishment, and everything that happens, whatever people do to you, whatever you do, or feel, you remember that it’s not you, it’s a stranger doing and feeling these things. It’s happening to a stranger in the eyes of God, the Law, the public and your family.”
Melissa knew all this, had known all of this, but hearing it from someone else made her feel a little better.
“Plenty of young women have been put out for their transgressions, and have gone on to land fine husbands, others have found that they like being that ‘Stranger’, They find it liberating and exciting, and they contract themselves into periods of anonymous, absolute servitude, becoming what we call ‘The Help’,” continued Ms. Olivia, “Oh, I could tell you some stories about the girls in high school when I was your age!” She eyed Melissa sharply for a moment, “Some you might find extremely interesting, Melissa Donnelly.” The way Ms. Olivia said her name, with a peculiar emphasis, made her look up and study her teacher in a way she had never seen her before. She had always thought of Ms. Olivia as “older”, but she realized that she was still rather good looking, with a fit and trim body, maybe she spent a little too much time in the sun for her complexion, she wasn’t really tan, but covered in a fine spray of freckles, and her straight black hair was always pulled into a tight bun. Melissa realized that Ms. Olivia was of an age with her parents, and they had always chatted for what seemed like forever whenever there was any kind of parent/teacher get together. Melissa wondered just what she was talking about, what she knew about Mom and Dad.
Melissa knew that all of the kids who drew Ms. Olivia for punishment detail were happy to get her, she knew that some of the teachers could be wanton or cruel with the kids who drew them. Some opted out, and went into the private stocks in the schoolyard for the day instead, there to be groped, poked and berated by their fellow students during recess and between classes, but others played the luck of the draw, and the ones who got Ms. Olivia never complained, boys or girls.
Melissa hurried home, she knew better than to be late, she didn’t want there to be any reason to add anything to her punishment. About halfway home, she caught up with her brother, and fell in with him. They walked together in silence for a while, her strides shortening to match his.
Travis turned to her and said in a flat voice, “They were talking all over the school about you, they said that you are a big slut, and you deserve it, and some said that they were going to ask their parents for a ride over just so they can,” and here pitch of his voice changed, like he was repeating something he had heard, but didn’t quite understand, “knock the back out of that whore’s cunt until she screams.” He looked up at her, “No one wanted to play with me or sit with me, they just kept telling me what they were going to do to you. Everyone at school hates me because of you, so I think you deserve it, for making everyone hate me, and hogging the bathroom all day too!” He finished in a rush, his voice angry, then ran for home before Melissa could say anything to him.
Her mother was waiting for her when she got in, Travis was already at the kitchen table, a glass of milk, and the better part of two fresh baked chocolate chip cookies still on his plate, another one being crammed into his mouth.
“Did you get all your homework Dear? You may want to get an early start on it, I really don’t know how much you will feel like doing on Sunday. I’ll bring your snack to your room, and some other things you may need, I don’t know if you’ll be wanting any supper tonight, we’ll see.”
Mom came into her room a few minutes later, Melissa had changed out of her school clothes, and she was wearing her purple fleece track suit, staring forlornly at the schoolbooks piled on her desk, the list of reading and homework for tonight and tomorrow swam in her vision, always dancing out of her teary eye’s focus every time she tried to read it.
“Here you go Dear, your snack, and a few other things you may want for tonight and tomorrow.” She set down a large cup of milk, a small plate of cookies, and a tiny paper cup with some pills in it.
“What are these?” Melissa asked, eying the pills.
“Those two red ones are laxatives, and you’ll want to take them right away so they have time to work, you are going to be out there for two full days, and you really don’t want anything in your system, otherwise you’ll eventually make a mess of yourself, and neither you or your guests want that. The white one is a sleep aid, I expect you are pretty nervous, and aren’t like to get much sleep tonight without it, and you’ll appreciate having a good night’s sleep come tomorrow, I don’t expect you’ll be getting much rest, even when you don’t have any guests.”
There, mom had said it again, “guests” that was how she saw the people who would be there, in her front yard, fucking and beating and humiliating her fifteen year old virgin daughter. They were guests, and she, her Mom would be the best hostess she could. She’d probably bake them cookies, and have a cold pitcher of lemonade out.
“Mom, they aren’t guests, they are going to be here to rape me!” Melissa cried plaintively.
“Oh, no Dear,” her mother said, in a soft voice, kissing her daughter on the top of her head, “we’ll be having a Stranger out in our front yard to entertain anyone who should pass by.”
Her mother left the room as Melissa sat there in shocked silence, then poked her head back in, “Oh, and don’t forget to sort your dirty clothes, I’m doing laundry tomorrow.”
Melissa took the two red pills and ate her cookies, they tasted like ashes in her mouth, but she ate all four as she cried.
She skipped dinner that evening, she couldn’t have eaten if she wanted, she was splitting her time between trying to do her homework, and running to the bathroom every few minutes. She had never crapped so much in her life. She eventually gave up, and took her homework into the bathroom, only coming occasionally out to change schoolbooks, and to let Travis in a couple of times. But finally, she seemed about done on the toilet, and had finished nearly everything she could of her schoolwork, and she headed back to her room. Her father was there sitting on her bed.
“Ah, there’s my princess, back from her time on the throne, come here”
Melissa sat down on her bed next to her father, the tired old joke was a comfort in itself, he put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her close to him, he was warm and comforting as he always was, always there for her, ready to support her, defend her, love her. She looked up at him, as he looked down at her.
“I know princess,” he said warmly, “I know you don’t want to go out there tomorrow, but we had an agreement, and learning to stick by your agreements, to accept responsibility for your mistakes is all part of growing up. I hope that Sunday morning, when you are my daughter again you’ll better understand what it means to be an adult, and better understand your place in the world. Every day, I see you coming closer and closer to becoming the woman you will be, becoming more and more beautiful, poised, and intelligent, and I can only hope to set you on the right path.” He squeezed her tight, and said “You should probably get to bed soon, you’ve got an early start tomorrow.”
Melissa got ready for bed, took the pill her mother had given her, and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Her alarm woke her with a start, it was 5 AM, an hour and a half earlier than she usually had it set for, she didn’t even remember having turned it on, much less changing the time, it must have been her Dad. She stumbled into the kitchen, Mom and Dad were already there, dressed, and chatting over coffee.
“Good morning, Dear,” chirped her mother, “have you been to the bathroom? You really should try, see if you have anything left to get rid of. Afterward, I’ll make you some eggs, you’ll be better with something in your stomach, although…” she trailed off for a moment, “ I suppose you’ll be okay, growing girls need all the protein they can get. Have a good hot shower, and don’t forget to wash your face, and it may be good to braid your hair, that way it won’t get all tangled and look unruly.”
In a half dazed stupor, Melissa shuffled back to the bathroom, to shower. Later she sat at the kitchen table, naked under her bathrobe, slippered feet kicking under the table, eating a large plate of scrambled eggs as her mother brushed out and braided her just washed hair. She was starting to twist in queasy anticipation as her mother finished her braid with practiced precision, when her father walked in.
“I suppose it’s about time, stand up young lady.”
Melissa got to her feet, mute, unable to meet his eyes.
“For the next forty-eight hours, or until I say otherwise,” her father pronounced, “You, Melissa Grace Donnelly are not my daughter, you are a Stranger who has transgressed against this family, fit only for public display, and punishment, which begins now. Now strip, a Stranger like you does not wear clothes in this house.”
Melissa hesitated for an instant, but the look in her father’s eye brooked no disobedience, she removed her bathrobe and stepped out of her slippers, she hadn’t been naked in front of her father in years, since she was able to bathe herself.
Her father began to bark out commands, and she found herself complying instantly to his authority.
“Raise your arms over your head.”
“Arch your back”
“Turn around 360 with your arms up”
“Reach down and touch your toes” as she bent down, her father began to circle her, he slowly made his way around until he was in front of her again.
“Squat down, then stand up again.”
Melissa did so easily, this was nothing compared to the warmups she did for track.
“As I see no physical defect or injury which would preclude a right and proper punishment we will go outside now, and place this Stranger in the stocks.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, and marched Melissa out the front door, and onto the dew speckled front yard. The wet, well manicured grass tickled her feet, and the cool morning air stiffened her nipples, and the way her father had curtly inspected her naked form, had made her start to understand what Tanya had said about her father. Melissa started to get aroused, the heat of her father’s hand on her shoulder seemed to fill her body, and she found herself blushing with mixed feelings of arousal and shame, and embarrassment.
The stocks were already open, the top half leaning against the supporting post.
“Place yourself, or you will be placed.”
Meekly Melissa stepped up to the stocks, facing the street, and began to lean in.
“The other way, you are a stranger, and no one passing by cares who you are, just what you have to offer”
Melissa stepped around the stocks, the cedar chips spongy under her feet. She bent over, leaning forward at the waist and placed her neck in the center cutout of the lower half of the stocks, her slender wrists in the smaller cutouts to either side. Her father moved around in front of her, and he lifted the heavy wooden top of the stocks and began to slot it into place.
Melissa was intensely aware of her father’s crotch, right in front of her face, she actually licked her lips, but that was probably because her mouth had gone dry. The top snapped down into place with finality, followed by a rattle and a click, as her father secured the stocks with a heavy lock. As he stepped away, she realized that she was looking right into the front windows of her house. The curtains were closed, and she could make out a distorted reflection of her father as he moved around behind her, where her ass and pussy were facing the street. She heard the distinctive squeaking and smelled the sharp scent of one of her mother’s oversized bingo markers, as her father wrote on something. He walked around in front of her and wordlessly showed her the sign, In his heavy bold hand, it read:
CURFIEW VIOLATION
NO CUTS
NO CLOSED FISTED BLOWS
He moved around her, and planted the spike of the sign in the grass, just outside the edge of the red cypress mulch, facing the street. And then, without another word, he went inside, stopping only to grab the morning paper.
The neighborhood was still quiet, the sun barely up, and it was still dark and cool under the spreading magnolia tree. Melissa’s swirling emotions couldn’t resolve themselves, fear, anger, arousal, betrayal, shame, excitement, and more warred within her, she couldn’t get out of her mind the warm feeling that her father’s hand on her shoulder had awakened in her as he marched her out of the house to be displayed, and made available for public use. And for some reason images of her brushes lined up on her vanity, kept coming to mind.
Suddenly, the front door opened again, and she knew that this had all been for show, that this was just to show that her parents had been serious, and they were going to let her back inside, she looked up for her Mom and Dad, but instead, Travis walked out. He was still in his nightclothes, and he rubbed his eyes against the early sun. He looked around, and walked up to his sister, eying her. Melissa realized that he probably hadn’t ever seen a naked girl before, he walked the long way around her, slowly, until he was in front of her, she had to crane her neck painfully just to look him in the eye, and she realized, that if there was a grown up in front of her, she wouldn’t even know who it was, unless he backed way up, or identified himself some other way.
“You are a Stranger now, and I can do anything I want to you.” he pronounced
“What, Travis? You know me, I’m your sister, you should go back inside, Mom and Dad will be worried.”
“I don’t have to listen to you,” Travis continued, “Mom said I could come out and see you, and you said you were a Stranger, and I could do whatever I liked to you, a Stranger that hogs the bathroom every morning. But I guess… I guess won’t need the bathroom much this morning.” And with that he pulled down the front of his pajama pants, exposing his penis. For a shocked moment, Melissa thought he meant for her to suck it like she did for Marcus, but he would have to stand on a stool or something he was too low for her to reach with his mouth. Melissa’s misconception was corrected a half second later, as a hot stream of her little brother’s morning piss shot out, catching her full in the face. Her jaw dropped in surprise, presenting Travis with a tempting target before she caught herself, snapping her mouth closed, but it was already too late, even a little piss in the mouth would seem like too much, and in that instant, she felt like she got a mouthful, she spat, retching, which only made him target her mouth again, finally she ducked her head, forcing him to spend the rest of his hot golden stream on the top of her head.
“You little shit, I’ll kill you for this” Melissa’s heated words surprised herself, and so did Travis’s slap across her face.
“Shut up, Stranger! You can’t talk to me like that.” Travis pulled up his pants, and began to walk around her again. He stopped close, on the other side of the stocks, and bent over looking at her hanging breasts, he reached out and touched one, first timidly, his fingers were cold, and so much smaller than Marcus’, he soon grew bolder, moving them side to side, squeezing them in tiny handfuls, he finally grabbed onto one of Melissa’s erect nipples and pulled hard, until it slipped out of his grasp. This got a squeak of pain out of his sister, and a small laugh escaped his lips, he did it two more times before he moved around to her backside.
Melissa was fuming, her own brother pissing on her and nearly tearing her tit off wasn’t how she wanted to start her day, her left breast ached where her brother had been pulling on it, and she was waiting for him to do it a fourth time when he felt his cold little hands begin to artlessly fondle her pussy.
He seemed to be giving it a thorough inspection, probing her folds, using both hands to hold her apart. The only person who had paid this much attention to her vagina and what it looked like, wasn’t even Marcus, but Dr. Florentine, the “Lady Doctor” her mother had taken her to a couple of times. Travis started to stick his fingers inside her, first one, then two. Melissa began to blush furiously at the invasion, and even more when she felt herself starting to get wet even from this, she felt two more little fingers join the first, then felt herself spread wide and he moved his hands apart, trying to see down inside her, Melissa knew that he would not be able to see very far because of her hymen, that’s what Dr, Florentine had called her maidenhead, but it was the widest she had ever been stretched, and it started to hurt, she swallowed a yelp, and bit her tongue, trying to deny her brother the satisfaction. Then the fingers slipped on one side, and her pussy snapped closed around his remaining fingers, he stuck those in as far as he could, butting up against her hymen, and eliciting a grunt. He didn’t touch her ass, Melissa guessed he knew enough about those already. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, and she saw Travis hurrying back inside. The front of his pajama bottoms were tented over an erection.
About twenty minutes later, the curtains opened, and Melissa saw her mother’s back headed into the lights of the kitchen. Melissa could see across the living room and into the kitchen, a straight shot to the sink, she could just see the back of Travis’s head as he sat at the kitchen table, dressed for school, eating his way through a bowl of oatmeal. She watched him eat, anything to take her mind off where she was. She could imagine the smell and taste of her mother’s cooking, but all she could really smell and taste was her brother’s piss. She spat repeatedly as she watched her brother with envious eyes, she knew all the parts played by her family that she couldn’t see, her father, eating and reading the paper, commenting on any interesting news story, her mother keeping everyone’s plates and glasses full, and like clockwork, at 7:10 her father would look up, and declare that it was time to get his nose to the grindstone, and head out. She heard the car door close in the garage, the garage door open, and Dad’s car drive off. The garage door humming closed again.
Five minutes later, she saw her mother hand off a perfectly packed lunch to Travis, kiss him on the cheek, and send him out the front door. She saw her mother headed back into the kitchen, then she heard Travis fumbling around behind her, the crinkle of a paper bag.
“Aww, carrot sticks! Mom knows I hate carrot sticks.” there was a pause, “Wait, Missy, you can take care of them for me, that way they won’t go to waste!” there was a malicious smile to his voice.
“No,” Melissa retorted, angrily, “I’m not going to eat your stinking carrots!”
“Oh, I didn’t say anything about you eating them!” He laughed, and she heard him setting down his school bag, the rustle of his lunch bag again, and finally a tiny zip of the Ziploc bag of the cut carrots that mom bought for their lunches was opened. Melissa had liked the carrots in her lunch they were about two inches long and about as big around as her finger, and mom always packed exactly twelve with a little bit of cold water so they would be fresh and crisp and never dry.
She knew it was coming even before she felt the first one, cold and wet, poke against her clenched sphincter, it felt huge even though she knew it wasn’t really that big.
“YOU LITTLE FUCK!, YOU SHIT! I’M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE, AND YOU BETTER STOP!” She began trying to twist and turn in her rage and panic, her limited range of motion hampered her, and she was worried that she would either break her neck or choke if she lost her feet. Travis suddenly wrapped himself around one of her naked legs, one arm around her thigh, and he kicked her other leg away, and Melissa found her self with her legs spread wide, suddenly afraid to move.
“Now, I’m going to count to three,” the little troll smirked, “Heck, I’m going to count to twelve!” and the cold carrot began to poke its way into her spread ass. “Can you count along with me?” he asked in a singsong voice from one of the kids programs he used to watch years ago.
“One!” It took some pushing but he got the carrot most of the way in, he didn’t want to push it in all the way with his finger, because he didn’t want to stick his finger in his sister’s ass, that would be nasty. He solved his problem by pushing the end of first carrot in with the second one, this one went in easier.
“Two!” for some reason, Travis’ penis was getting hard like it had this morning, he didn’t really understand why it did that some times, and it felt good and embarrassing at the same time, but he didn’t let that stay him from his task.
“Three!” Melissa could feel the cold progress of the invasion working its way slowly into her bowels.
“Four!” and again, under her anger and growing humiliation, she felt herself becoming worked up by her brother’s actions. She wondered if he had an erection again, and what it looked like.
“Five!” There was more resistance with this one, she felt a tiny movement inside her bowels as one carrot pushed past another rather than send the ones ahead any deeper, she started to feel an urge to go to the bathroom, like she needed to both piss and shit, even she knew she didn’t need to do either.
“Six! Halfway there!” her brother sang. This one also slid beside another, the mass of carrots in her was getting thicker.
“Lucky Number Seven!” and with this one he started to slide it in and out a little bit, teasing her, and it was doing more than he knew, she felt that her pussy had started to get wet.
“Eiiiiiight!’ Travis was starting to get creative even as it became harder to get the carrots in, he got this one halfway in, and began to twist it in circles, feeling the end rub against the carrots already there in his sister’s ass.
“Niiiiiinnnnne!” Melissa’s breath was coming in short gasps, she didn’t, couldn’t know what to do.
“Tennnnnnnn!” Melissa realized that she had made a long drawn out “nnnnnnnnn” sound with her brother. This feeling of fullness was nothing like she had ever experienced before, it wasn’t like needing to go to the bathroom, it was something different, if only the carrots weren’t so cold. She needed something that she couldn’t articulate.
“Eeeeee-leven!” She felt liquid trickle down her thigh, she could feel the irregular mass of the carrots pressing down against her pubic area, pressing into her, filling her, the fullness and pressure hurt, like a stomach cramp, but a knife’s edge of pleasure was cutting through it feeding on the pain and shame. Deep within, she knew that if she gave into it, the pain wouldn’t matter any more, it would be happening to someone else, the Stranger, not her, and she could be free, free to feel the pleasure.
“And twelve!” he exclaimed, jamming the last one in sharply, but not all the way, he didn’t have another one to push it in with. He sat there poking the last one in and out until he hit upon an idea, he turned the plastic baggie inside out and stuck his hand into it, and used his baggie covered finger to work the last carrot past her sphincter and into her bowels. “Wow, that’s warm…and tight.” Melissa could feel her brother’s questing finger hooking past her sphincter, she could feel the carrots near her anus shift as he poked them. “Whoa, I can feel them!” he worked another finger inside, his other hand was unconsciously clutching his twelve year old boner tightly.
The second finger, twisting, and pushing inside her was more than Melissa could handle, she started to shudder and spasm, her anus contracted tightly and rhythmically against her brother’s fingers as waves of pleasure and shame washed over her. Her fifteen year old body arched and began to twitch, and she got weak in the knees. She felt her brother’s fingers pull sharply from her ass, as an honest to goodness line of drool began to fall from her lips.
“What’s wrong with you?” her brother shouted in disgust. He grabbed his schoolbag and the rest of his lunch, and dashed off to school, but she could barely hear him over her shuddering orgasm.

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Eve and the Peeping Tom

Author’s note:
This story is meant to sexually excite without any claim to literary merit. I warn readers that in part it has cruel and sadistic content, so if that is not your thing, then don’t go reading it and then giving a negative vote because of the sadism.
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Word about the “Peeping Tom” had rapidly gone around the street. People were warned to make sure that their curtains were well drawn and the windows were closed.
Rob expressed concern to his wife Eve, that he was working a night shift and that she would be at home alone.
“Don’t worry,” Eve had assured him, “I’ll keep everything well locked up.
Evening came, and with Rob away at work, Eve began to feel lonely for him.
Flicking through the TV channels, she found nothing worth watching, and so she logged onto the internet.
Soon she was looking at the wonderful photos of men’s cocks on her favourite sex site. She knew that her husband would be shocked if he knew what she got up to each time he worked nights.
Eve’s hand slipped up beneath her skirt and began to softly rub around the mound of her pussy.
She spread her legs slightly and, sliding her hand under her pants, her fingers began to softly glide through her wet slipperiness.
A finger either side of her clitoris soon had her breathing hard and slowly pumping her hips in a fucking manner.
Her mind dreamt of fucking and sucking all of the lovely, gorgeous cocks that appeared on her computer screen.
She so much wanted to be fucked that she went and got her favourite bottle for masturbating.
Laying back, with her knees up and her legs apart, she began to fuck herself while continuing, with her other hand, to tease herself so that she became more and more aroused and sexy.
She was lustfully driving herself wild with feeling and fucking herself when she realised that she was thinking of the Peeping Tom that had been talked of. “What a sight he would have if he looked through my windows,” Eve mused to herself.
Now, with this sexy thought in her mind, Eve began to imagine what it would be like to be watched as she fucked and mauled her pussy.
She found herself being more and more aroused by the thought of some pervert looking through her window at her performing.
Wicked demons in her mind began to tell her that she should open her curtains in the hope that the pervert might come.
No sooner had these thoughts come to her mind that she banished them.
Moments later though, she was once more fantasising about being watched.
Eve considered that, with the warning having gone around, there would certainly be no open windows or imperfectly drawn curtains to attract the pervert.
That latter thought now seemed to take hold in her mind. With all of the neighbourhood windows carefully shrouded, any one window with a light shining forth into the night, would surely attract the pervert’s attention.
Her common sense, along with her moral values, began to do battle with the same wicked demons which now urged her on to open the curtains just a little.
Eve panted and began to moan softly as her lust rose and she fucked and played with herself more and more urgently.
Her mind was imagining the Peeping Tom watching her, and these thoughts made her wilder and sexier.
“Come on,” the demons in her mind urged. “Just open the curtains a little bit – imagine how sexy and sluttish you’ll feel with the possibility of being seen.”
Eve was panting with lust as she rose to her feet and moved to the side of the window to tug on the operating cord.
She pulled on the cord. The curtains opened some few inches. Her lust told her to open them more. Again she tugged so that the curtain opened quite enough for anyone outside to be able to get a good look inside.
Eve quickly moved to the door and flicked the light switch off.
Back to the window she peered out into the darkness of the night. There was no moon and being slightly overcast, it was quite dark outside.
Back to the door, Eve switched the light back on and once more took up her position on the sofa.
Her lustful excitement new no bounds now that she had provided that opportunity to be seen and spied on.
She mauled and fucked herself, getting more and more frantic and worked up until she was out of control and going mad as her lust surged to greater and greater heights, overwhelming her with the gorgeous, wonderful, unbearable sensations.
Meanwhile, across on the other side of town, a guy stood gazing out of his window at the night. He knew that it might be risky as he he too had heard the rumours of the Peeping Tom.
Behind him on the sofa, his two room mates were looking through porno magazines and, every now and then, rubbing at the huge bulges in their pants.
Finally, after much consideration, the first guy pulled on his jacket and announced that he was going out.
His two friends warned him that he would need to be extra careful, given that people were aware of what had been going on.
Tom, for that was indeed his name, decided that it would be best to take the car and go right across to the other side of town.
For some time he cruised slowly up and down all of the quieter, more secluded streets. He was pleased that the weather was quite overcast so that the night was dark and much less risky that if it had been moonlit.
He slowed the car and considered a lit window in one house. Too risky he decided. He would have needed to go down the narrow driveway and there would be no escape if anyone came.
He was specifically searching for lit windows which looked as if they might be bedrooms or bathrooms.
A couple of other possibilities presented themselves and twice he even parked the car and quietly slipped up to the windows to check them out but each time found them not to be what he needed.
Tom, being aware that people had talked of the Peeping Tom having been seen in the area, was a little nervous and began to consider that it was indeed too risky and that he should head home.
He made up his mind to check on just a couple of other streets and then give up for the night.
Cruising down one street at no more than idling speed, he spied a window with the light on and the curtains open just a small amount. He considered that it could be a living room or it could be a bedroom.
Tom let the car come to standstill as he glanced up and down the street. Nice and quiet. Plenty of trees and bushes casting shadows and giving plenty of scope for hiding is anyone should come along. He decided that he’d check out this window.
Letting the car slowly move on, Tom idled along the street before parking some way along from where he had seen the lit window.
He clicked the car door closed, making sure not to make any noise which might attract attention, then quietly and swiftly walked back to where he had seen the partly opened curtains of the window.
Nervously glancing about, he didn’t hesitate in disappearing from the street and making his way to the window which was at a convenient height from the ground so that his head and shoulders reached to just above the sill.
“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he thrilled at the sight that presented itself within the room.
Of course you, the reader, will have realised that it was Eve inside the room that this pervert had been lucky enough to find.
Imagine the sight which greeted him. He had thought to perhaps see some girl or woman undressing, but here was a slut with knees up and apart, fucking and mauling herself. He could hardly believe his eyes, but his rapidly hardening cock certainly told him that the sight was real.
The pervert unzipped his pants, and, taking out his now rock hard cock, he began to slowly masturbate as he watched the woman through the window. She was a little thing, not very tall and with a small, trim body. She had a sweet face and certainly didn’t look like the slut that she appeared to be. Her actions though, showed that she was filled with lust as she frantically pumped her hips onto the bottle with which she was fucking herself.
The pervert, Tom, gloated at the sight of this woman writhing and heaving and driving herself towards orgasm.
Eve had indeed reached a climax. She fell limp on the sofa, panting as if she’d just run a mile. The lull in her masturbation lasted only moments though, and as soon as she began to calm a little, her fingers were once more exploring and teasing her pussy in order to once more drive herself crazy with lustful delight.
For some half an hour or more she kept driving herself to wonderful delights of orgasmic delight.
Her mind had been constantly fantasising that she was being closely observed the whole time, but now as she calmed down a little, she knew that this was all in her mind.
She glanced at the curtains open just that little bit. She noticed the slight change of shadow just above the window sill but knew that it was just the shadow of the bushes outside moving in the breeze.
Eve stretched luxuriously, moving her arms back above her head and arching her body as she stretched. Her skirt was still up around her waist and her pants down around her thighs.
She moved her head around in a circular motion to stretch her neck muscles as well. As she did so her gaze momentarily swept over the mirror on the wall opposite the window.
Eve froze. Her eyes immediately went back to the mirror. She could see the window reflected in the glass. She could see the dark shape at the bottom of the window. She could see the vaguely changing light caused by the leaves moving in the breeze, but the whole time the darker shape, the shape of a head and shoulders, remained completely stationary.
Eve was filled with conflicting sensations of panic and lust, and so she remained stationary on the sofa.
The wicked demons again began their work. “This is what you want,” they told her, “you want to be a whore and a slut – show him more, show him more.”
Eve let one leg slip over the edge of the sofa while she lifted the other so that her legs were wide apart. Her hands went to her pussy. Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her lustful excitement knew no bounds. She began to fuck herself with the bottle, now heaving her hips vigorously as she fucked herself.
This was crazy, she told herself, and yet she pulled her top up and exposed her small breasts, fondling them and displaying them for the pervert.
Eve’s mind began racing along dangerous tracks with an idea in her mind that was sheer madness but in her extreme lust was taking hold of her.
She was telling herself that it was lunacy to do the thing that she envisaged, but even as she thought this, her lust drove her to get up off the sofa and go to the front door of the house. She stood trembling with nervous excitement, her hand on the latch.
“Yes, yes, do it,” her evil demons urged her. She turned the key and opened the door.
The pervert outside, had watched as Eve had left the room. In the quiet still of the night he had heard the turn of the key in the door which was close to his position at the window. He had prepared to flee, not knowing whether it might be the slut’s husband, or even the slut herself with a gun. But then he had seen Eve step forward, her top still up under her armpits so that her small, white breasts were beautifully exposed and her hand still holding her skirt up.
Momentarily they faced one another, each with a frightened look.
The pervert rapidly realised the true situation that here was a slut ready for fucking.
“Are you alone,” the pervert asked quietly.
“Yes, my husband’s at work,” Eve heard herself replying, not consciously having formed the words.
The pervert moved forward, his huge cock still sticking out in front of him, and which Eve’s eyes had constantly been attracted to.
The man roughly pulled Eve into the house. She sunk to her knees and took the wonderful, gorgeous cock into her mouth, sucking it softly and deeply right to the back of her mouth.
The man grasped her head in his large, powerful hands and dragged her head onto his rampant cock, forcing it into her throat and making her gag and choke.
Eve had been caught off guard. She was choking and she struggled to get off his cock so that she could get a breath of air. The man pulled her head off his cock and gave her a heavy slap across her cheek.
“Shut up and suck it, you fucking whore,” he roughly growled.
Eve, even though her face stung from the man’s slap, thrilled to this treatment. She had read of this sort of thing in the stories, and now she was being treated in that same way. She took a deep breath and began sucking skillfully on the gorgeous cock.
The man intermittently took hold of Eve’s head and vigorously and roughly fucked it with rapid, driving plunges right to the back of her throat. He would then slap her cheeks with several hard blows, and calling her a “dirty fucking slut” would let her continue sucking.
Eve’s soft hands lightly caressed the man’s huge, heavy testicles as she sucked softly and skillfully. The guy then slid his cock out of her mouth and told her to lick his balls.
Eve eagerly moved her mouth down to the hairy pouch and licked them with the flat of her tongue dragging over them and lifting them so that they then swung slightly.
With slightly opened mouth, along with her lapping tongue, she gently slurped and sucked the man’s hairy balls.
After a short time the man pulled away. “Lift your face up,” he told Eve as she knelt at his feet. She tipped her head back obediently and looked up at him.
Slap! A sharp smack with the flat of his hand struck her across the cheek.
Eve gave a little gasp and a whimper as the blow hurt her.
“You’re a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you bitch,” the guy sneered as he looked down at her.
Eve looked happily up at the man, but then another sharp slap made her dizzy and she wobbled slightly.
“Don’t fucking ignore me you stupid fucking cunt,” the man snapped at her. “Tell me what a whore you are.”
Eve, still reeling from the blow, but eager to play the game, looked up submissively and repeated the words, “yes, I really am a dirty whore for you.”
The words thrilled her and she could feel her pussy so wet that she was sure that she was dribbling down her thighs.
“Stand up bitch,” the man ordered, and Eve quickly rose to her feet.
Standing at over six feet, the man towered over Eve who barely measured five, two. He roughly dragged off what clothing Eve still wore, and then turned her around and around as he admired her trim figure with her small breasts and tight little ass.
“Get me something to tie you up with – anything will do,” the man commanded.
Eve knew that this was sheer madness on her part, but she nevertheless hurried to fetch a number of pairs of pantyhose to be used for her restraint.
Minutes later, Eve was standing submissively watching as the man tightly bound her breasts with one of the stockings. He pulled the bindings as tight as he could so that Eve’s small breasts were soon displayed as two firm, hard, rough globes which were rapidly changing from red to a purplish colour.
“Hold out your hands,” the man ordered.
Eve did as she was told and watched passively as the man tightly bound her wrists together.
Having achieved what he wanted, the man began slapping Eve’s tightly bound breasts, causing her to cringe away and cry out in pain.
“How will you explain your black and blue tits to your husband,” the man teased her as he continued hitting and slapping in spite of Eve constantly backing and turning and trying to get away.
Eve felt as if her breasts were on fire as they became more and more tender and each sharp slap hurt more and more.
Eventually, with Eve constantly backing away and trying to protect herself, she fell backwards onto the bed.
The man decided that it was time to fuck, and so he climbed between Eve’s naked thighs and began mauling her very slippery pussy.
Eve trembled with excitement as she felt the big, lust swollen cock probing and entering her vagina. In it slid until their bodies pressed lovingly, lustfully, ravenously together.
Eve was soon in a delirium of lustful delight as the man fucked and fucked and fucked her, all the time kissing, biting, mauling, pinching, slapping her body and calling her the filthiest, most demeaning names. Ah! this was heaven!
On and on the man fucked her. Shoving, pumping, pile driving his wonderful, gorgeous cock into her pussy which was literally swimming with her juices.
Eve bucked and heaved, moaning and panting with uncontrollable desire.
“Where’s your phone,” the man suddenly asked.
Eve’s brain took a moment or two to register as to what he was saying, but then muttered that it was in the bedside drawers.
The man rummaged through the drawer, then, finding the phone, he dialled.
After just a moment’s wait, Eve heard the man telling some friends about her and suggesting that they come and fuck her.
“What’s your address?” the guy interrupted his conversation to ask Eve for directions
“Thirteen, Mountain View Street,” Eve unhesitatingly responded, then even added further directions to make sure ….. “turn off Hansen Street.”
The man transmitted the directions to his friends and then resumed fucking. “You’re going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked,” the man laughed as his cock plunged once more into her waiting pussy.
Eve was soon lost in a frenzy of all consuming orgasmic passion. She gave herself entirely to her lust and desire, and would never have even heard the knocking on the door.
The man got off her and went to let his friends in, leaving Eve laying there with legs spread and her wet, pussy gaping and dribbling juice onto the sheets.
The man brought his two friends into the bedroom and they marvelled at the sight of Eve as she lay there oblivious to everything other than her desire to be fucked and used as a sex object.
They released the bonds on her wrists and soon Eve was being heaved about like a sex doll and fucked in her mouth and her pussy, with the three men taking turns on her.
After a minute or two, one of the men went to the kitchen and found a two litre soft drink bottle. Emptying the contents down the sink, he then filled it to the brim with water and took it back to where his two pals were pumping their cocks into Eve’s body.
“Enema time,” the man with the bottle laughed as he went up to Eve and gave her a sharp slap across the face and, grabbing a handful of her hair, wrenched her to her feet.
Eve was dragged to the bathroom and bent over. Her ass was greased with a bit of lubricant, and the neck of the two litre bottle was pushed up her anus.
Eve felt the water filling her intestines as the men squeezed the bottle. More and more of the water was forced up her ass into her body until she felt her intestines bulging and her anal muscles working as they tried to evacuate it all.
When almost the entire contents of the bottle had been forced up into her, Eve was made to hold the bottle in while the men stood well back. She then pulled the neck of the bottle from her ass, and a huge gushing rush of water poured from her anus.
The men mockingly groaned and feigned disgust at the putrid mess.
Eve turned on the hot shower and quickly cleaned herself so that she was soon ready for the next lot of fucking which this time included being fucked right up her ass.
The men took turns at fucking her pussy, ass and mouth, regularly swapping about so that cocks went from pussy to ass, ass to mouth, or mouth to pussy and back again to her mouth, with Eve the whole time, totally submissive and letting herself go to her lust and love of this treatment.
“Let’s make the slut cry,” one of the men suggested.
They agreed that it would be fun and so they told Eve to kneel on the bed.
“Tip you head back a bit,” she was told.
Eve did as she was told and the men, each taking turns, began slapping her firmly across her face.
“You stupid, fucking cunt.” “You dirty little whore.” “You cock loving fucking bitch,” the abuse flowed as she was slapped.
Eve felt the tears coming to her eyes as the slaps across her face hurt her more and more. She felt happy though, that she was being treated in that way.
The men laughed and joked amongst themselves as Eve’s tears developed and she began to sob and cry more until the tears streamed down her face.
Having satisfied themselves with that bit of amusement, the men next decided to hang Eve upside down by her ankles, while they amused themselves with her body.
She was a little apprehensive but Eve nevertheless took part passively as the men took her to the garage and found ropes which they tied firmly about her ankles.
Soon she was hoisted into the air and was hanging upside down by her ankles, with her legs well apart so that her pussy was obscenely displayed.
The men amused themselves by fucking her pussy with various bottles that they found stacked on a shelf, then one of the men found her husband’s golfing equipment and they, one after the other, began pushing the golf balls up into her ass.
Twelve golf balls they inserted up Eve’s ass, so that they formed a flexible dildo which penetrated some twenty inches up into her intestines. Having performed that task, and finding some pieces of cane standing in a corner, they began flogging the insides of Eve’s thighs until she was screaming in pain.
“Best shut the fucking slut up or the neighbours will hear her,” one of the men said in alarm, and he crammed four of his fingers into Eve’s mouth and pulled her head right back so that she was effectively silenced and was reduced to making choking, gagging noises.
They thrashed the tender flesh of her thighs viciously until the white skin was striped with fiery red welts.
Eve’s eyes were staring and the tears were pouring forth as the pain raced through her body.
The men, getting more and more excited by Eve’s suffering, began also belting the canes down across the soft flesh of her bottom. She jerked about as she hung there upside down and suspended by her ankles, so that she was swinging and lurching around on the end of the rope.
“Fucking fantastic!” the man with his fingers jammed in Eve’s mouth marvelled in sadistic delight. “Look at the poor fucking bitch, she’s almost going fucking crazy.”
The other two men stopped their flogging to look at Eve’s face which was indeed contorted with pain, tear stained, and panic stricken.
“It must be almost unbearable for her,” one of the guys marvelled with enthusiasm.
“Let’s beat her cunt, that will give her fucking excruciating pain,” the other suggested.
They took up the canes once more and began thrashing them down right across Eve’s gaping pussy which glistened with a mixture of cum and her own juices.
The man jamming her mouth with his fingers, began slapping Eve’s still tightly bound, purple breasts, and occasionally gave her a good hard slap across her tear stained face as she twisted and shook about on the end of the rope.
The extreme sadism only ceased when Eve appeared to lose consciousness, no longer able to bear the horrendous and ghastly pain to which she was being subjected.
She was lowered down off the rope and taken back into the house and placed on the bed. Once she began to come to, the men, relieved to see that she was reviving alright, began to once more fuck her every opening until they each pumped their adulterous cum deep into her pussy, and standing back, looked at her laying there, panting lustfully with cum slowly oozing from her pussy.
Having satisfied their lust and beginning to think of the possible consequences of what they had done, the men began to get ready to leave. Their nervousness about the possibility of Eve telling her husband, with the subsequent involvement of the police, was quickly put to rest when Eve, battered and dishevelled, struggled to her feet and gave each of them a kiss full on the mouth, telling them that her husband would again be on night shift in two weeks time.

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Close Friends

Sarah and Bella are best friends. One is a blonde bombshell. The other is a sexy Goth punk. Put them together for a sleepover and they’ll become…VERY close friends.

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You Need to be Punished

Whips and chains hung from the wall as I looked down at my love as she slept, her light lashes gently folded onto the top of her plump cheeks and her golden hair fanning out on the floor. Her round ass stuck up in the air as her leg fell in front of the other, her side flattening against the ground. Though I had yet to do anything to her tonight, I could already feel my cock twitching with want, my ears yearning to hear the crescendo of her lusty moans.
Not having the patience to wait a moment longer, I grabbed a small whip from the wall and swatted her ass.
“Get up!” I barked as her body jerked awake, a small, red splotch formed on the curve of her butt cheek just beneath the black material of her skimpy thong.
Julie’s brown eyes looked up at me with a mixture of pain and ignited excitement. I furrowed my dark brows together and stared at her with a stony expression, waiting for her to present herself to me. After a couple seconds of fruitless waiting, I raised the whip high above my head and brought it cracking down on her rear once more. With the slap of the whip against her flesh, my pet squeaked with surprise and fumbled into position: her knees spread as she rested her stinging ass on the back of her heels, the back of her open hands resting on her knees as she looked up at me.
I smirked at her submission and ran the end of the stiff whip beneath her chin, forcing her head up higher. I stared into her brown eyes with my black ones, taking note that her small breasts were heaving with anticipation, easily contained in the small cups of lace that draped around her shoulders.
“You know better than that,” I scolded her as the whip ran down her neck and over her breasts, pulling down the lace to reveal her hardened nipples. “Making me wait for you to present yourself is unacceptable and you need to be punished.”
Her pert nipples were standing proud, topping the white globes of her breast like pink M&Ms. To set an example of what her punishment would be, I let the whip flash across her already hard nipples and heard her gasp as they became harder still. The whip cracked against her nipples a few more times, the skin around them turning red as cherries.
For a time, my whip nudged and circled her richly colored tips before I led the end of my toy to her moistened mound, pushing aside the wet material of her gusset to produce her glistening pussy. I smirked once more at the sight of her pink slit, the lips plump and begging to be sucked on.
My whip bounced against her sensitive clit and she visibly shuddered at the touch, her eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as her mouth dropped open. I let the toy tap against her pleasure center and could not stop myself from smiling when I heard her throaty moan of lust.
“Stand up,” I ordered her, withdrawing the whip from the apex of her thighs, much to her disappointment. Without a moment’s hesitation, Julie stood at attention and waited for her next instruction, her palms open to me. “Go over to the bed and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied before backing away a few steps and turning to walk to our bed.
My pet stood next to one of the pillars of our four-poster bed, patiently waiting for me, her palms still presented to me as her eyes were staring at the floor. I placed the whip on the wall and strutted over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I stared hard at her. I needed not to ask her if she saw me, I knew that she could since I was right in front of her.
After a moment of silence, I order her over my knee. “Wh-w-what?” her shaky voice stuttered out to me.
“Over my knee,” I repeated with more force than before, making sure that she knew I was serious about this command.
Julie’s doe-like eyes stared at me in disbelief before she reluctantly obeyed my order and laid her torso across my lap, her thinly covered cunt resting against my thigh.
I let my gaze wander down the length of her spine, her soft flesh smooth and spotted with small moles about her shoulders, the black straps of her bra accentuating her complexion with its striking contrast.
“Beautiful…,” I whispered, my calloused fingers petting along her skin in long strokes, the pads grazing her back with tenderness.
My hand soon ran over the curve of her ass and I let my entire hand squeeze each globe, feeling the flesh bunch against my palm.
“But you’ve been a very bad girl, Julie,” my fingers tensing with the anger in my voice.
Without a hint of caution to the wind, I raised my hand and let it crash against her rear, still blotched with the prints of my whip, her body jerking at the sudden sting of her behind.
“And now,” I grunted through my teeth, spanking her between my words, “you need,” I spanked her once more, with more force, “to be punished!”
As I finished my sentence, Julie was shivering with arousal, her cunny seeping so much fluid that I was feeling the dampness on my pant leg. My hand smacked her skin once more before waiting for her voice. When I didn’t hear her squeak out a number, I used my other hand to pull on her hair, pulling her head back far enough to stretch her neck, but not enough to hurt her.
“You know the rules,” I hissed in her ear, sinking my digits into her canal with the material of the thong surrounding them.
Julie yelped and pushed her body onto my fingers as I stroked them through her pussy.
“How many?” I questioned her through gritted teeth, my fist full of hair pulling her head back further.
“F-fo-four!” she blurted out as tears of pleasurable pain gathered in her eyes, my fingers rubbing her g-spot through the fabric.
“Say again?!” I shouted at her.
“Four, Master! Master, there were four of them!” her tiny, high-strung voice called through the haze of feeling my thick fingers in her moist pussy.
Having a suffice answer, I withdrew my fingers and began my assault on her bright pink ass.
“Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!” she called with effort as her voice rose with the numbers, her butt rising to meet my hand sooner.
“Thirty!” my pet gasped with a tear rolling down her cheek before I let my hand soothingly rub her agitated skin.
As my hand rubbed in circles, Julie let her hips grind into my thigh in attempts to have the burning itch of her pussy satisfied.
“Sit still,” my cool voice commanded of her after a few minutes of rubbing her backside.
The faint glow of her red skin had died down now and I let my fingers hook beneath the side straps of her small thong. I dragged the fabric over her hips and down her tapered legs, letting gravity pull the cloth from around her small ankles.
Now that her pussy was fully exposed, I let my eyes feast upon her inviting hole, juices coating her inner thighs. My cock throbbed and leaked into my boxers as my pink tongue flew out to roll over my lips, tempted to stretch out and bathe my love’s now-puffy labia with my spit.
Resisting my urges, I gave each cheek a couple more smacks of my hand. My pet dutifully counted through her short breath and I rewarded her by rubbing the prints that I had just left behind. As my palm calmed her flesh, I gave into temptation and let my hand cup her shaved pussy. I stroked two fingers at a time through her aching pussy as even more of her pussy juice leaked onto her thighs, her hand unconsciously grabbing my hard cock.
My fingers stroked faster and faster as her hips gyrated against my thigh and fingers, my hand practically covered with her natural honey. My other hand reached beneath her and I began to rub her hardened clit with gusto, a new assault of slaps landing on the concentrated region.
Julie mewled and purred at my manipulation and began to lose her voice, her body unable to find the noise to show how my hands were pleasing to her soul. I knew her body was so close to the edge and I needed to see her reach her climax—my body craved to see her lithe form squirming with spasms of euphoric pleasure.
Knowing that she was tipping over the edge, I thrust three of my fingers deep into her awaiting hole and massaged her velvetine walls with unbelievable speed. Within a matter of seconds, she reached her crescendo and screamed as her pussy squirted out a cup of her womanly liquid.
Coming down from her climax, Julie twitched and shivered under my touch, my lips gently brushing against her shoulder blade.
“Mmm,” I purred into her ear as her body continued to quake for me, “let it all out baby girl. Come for me.”

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Tina and the Stuffed Pussy – Chapter 5 “18th” birthday party

Tina and her brother are on their own with the mob after them. To keep them safe, Tina agrees to work in her sadistic bosses new gentleman’s club in exchange for room, board, a place to hide, and support for her to help her little brother enter high school and have a “normal life”.
Things degenerate quickly as her sadistic boss forces her to new levels of depravity and explores various taboo topics with each show! Look for Tina to continue losing her innocence with each passing day.