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School
Amanda was sitting in
their classroom talking to her schoolmates when Mr. Osborne came in.
Mr. Osborne was bad
news. Whenever he came into a classroom it meant that somebody was going to
have problems. The fact that he didn’t even try to hide how much loves his job
only made him more odious. He was fat, lecherous and a true sadist. The more he accomplished in making his victim
cry, the brighter his smile got.
The classroom went
silent, the pupils just hoped not to be named right now, better to remain
silent, to become invisible, to disappear than to be called by Mr. Osborne.
“Amanda Diaz, please,”
Mr. Osborne’s horrible voice cut through the silence. Amanda shivered.
Then she stood up and
went to the front.
“Yeees, Mr. Osborne?”
She asked whimpering.
“You’ve been condemned
by our C.U.N.T (Court for ultimate national trials but he pronounced it as if
saying ‘you have been condemned by your cunt’) to do some social works and I
would like to inform you and your classmates about your most immediate tasks.”
The pitching sound of Mr. Osborne’s voice hurt Amanda’s ear, the information
itself hurt her soul”
“First of all” the
unbearable tone went on “change into these and only these clothes” a black
plastic bag he threw at Amanda’s feet “It is your new uniform to clearly
advertise to everybody your new status” Mr. Osborne was effusively drooling and
seeing Amanda was not moving he raised his offensive voice. “COME ON, YOU
STUPID BITCH, MOVE”.
Amanda took the
plastic bag and run into the toilets.
“AMANDA, AMANDA DIAZ”
Mr. Osborne intonation was like a fairy story’s Witch ones.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING SO
LONG?” Again that sound.
Amanda couldn’t, under
no circumstances, permit her classmates see her like that.
She had hastily
changed into her uniform without realizing what it really was. It was a wicked
mix between a cheerleader and a hooker. Red high heeled sandals and yellow
legwarmers dressed her legs until the knee; her whole thigh remained nude; just
when the eye would see her bare crotch started a red and yellow skirt. This one
was so extremely short that Amanda feared her sex and ass would remain
partially uncovered. With her midriff exposed the outfit finished with a red
micro top and two elbow length yellow gloves.
“AMANDA!” The
abominable voice was demanding “KOMM !” ‘Komm’ thought Amanda. This swine is
using the German command for dogs to call me.
After some more
hesitations a deeply ashamed Amanda showed up.
The rest of the school
day was a vivid nightmare. Mr. Osborne first made her parade around. With one
hand he was firmly holding her upper arm whilst his other hand freely fondled
her naked ass.
For Mr. Osborne the
new legislation was gold and since the director was listening to him regarding
some important matters he knew what this school would look like shortly.
His hand freely
cupped, pinched and caressed the ‘untouchable’ ass of Miss Diaz, and in not few
occasions his fingertips enjoyed her wet slit.
First Amanda was too
embarrassed to protest, and let Mr. Osborne feel her up to his heart’s content
but when Emil, a schoolmate, tried to also cup her ass she jump forward
shrieking.
Mr. Osborne was
waiting for this to happen; he slapped her face, repeatedly and told her
shouting, that she was here to make her schoolmates feel good.
“If they feel good
feeling you up, than you let it happen. No” he corrected himself “than you
encourage them to do so” He barked. “And now” he went on “we are going to
practice it”.
Amanda had to go to
each of her schoolmates (boys and girls) and asked them what she could do to
make them feel good, starting with Emil.
He made her lift her
micro-skirt to show him her well trimmed cunt. Ashamed to the utmost she slowly
raised the hem exposing her virginal sex to her classmates. Olive, sitting next
to Emil, first shyly touched her mates most intimate parts but ended wanting to
stick her wooden ruler into Mandy’s fuck-hole.
Mr. Osborne kindly helped
them to make it fit and ordered a crying Mandy not to touch it. And so it went on, she was felt up, her tits
were kneaded, and her ass got slaps; she was brought to orgasm for her own
shame and the class’ diversion.
The boys were
touchier, the girls (knowing exact what she was feeling) enjoyed more debasing
her. In fact the first public (and humiliating) orgasm she had ever experienced
was induced by girls. Their knowing fingers made her squirm naked under the
attentive regard of her schoolmates until she came. The applause and cheers hid
her constant whimpering. All the boys spotted proud erections and with no blood
left for the brain, poor Amanda was subjected to all kind of indignities.
Surprisingly nobody tried to fuck her.
The teachers of the
next subjects made her stand facing the classroom with her cunt on show. They
groped and patted her or made her kneel next to the student who gave the last
correct answer, for him to enjoy her goodies. Never the participation in class had
been so enthusiastic.
However the worst
moment of the afternoon was when after classes she met her sister Jenny. Jenny
was disguised as a bitch. She was crawling on her fours, leashed, gagged and
with all her assets on show. They made Amanda take the leash and board the
school bus like that, but still they weren’t allowed to go home; they had to
attend a party Martin Meckler had organized.
Martin, who not only
had heavily abused both his neighbors, but had also humiliatingly, exhibited
his own older sister as a decoy to make his party as crowded as possible got a
positive response. More than twenty boys, some with girlfriends, and some few
girls (on their own) were coming.
Neighbors,
A big wooden sign hung
over Mr. Meckler’s door:
FEMALES
This
is private ground
And if in you walk
Then bare your mound
And don’t dare to talk.
‘What the hell is
this’ she thought and tried to move backwards.
“Jenny and Mandy are
inside” Henry informed her in a quiet voice, “I just wanted to show you part of
their Social Work.”
Jenny! Mandy! Maria
was alarmed. She went into Mr. Meckler’s house. Still at the dwell Mr. Meckler
slapped her ass, hard.
“Can’t you read,
bitch?” He angrily shouted and pointed the sign. “Don’t you know about the law
of private ground, cunt?”
Maria ashamed reached
under her dress and lowered her panties. Red as a tomato she stepped out of
them and bended down to take them.
“Let them there” Mr.
Meckler said and without further ado, the before so correct Mr. Meckler, stuck
his hand between Ms. Diaz’ legs “Cuntrol” he said with a smile. Lift your dress
for inspection.
To be fondled by her
neighbor was embarrassing, but to have to show him her most private parts was a
lot more humiliating.
Slowly she raised her dress and showed her
fine, blonde and pretty abused cunt.
“Nice” he said and proceeded to cup it without
asking permission. “Now you are house-trained.”
Maria’s levels of
anxiety were growing by moments. Mr. Meckler was in cold blood fondling her, the
noise coming from the dining room indicated there was a party in full swing,
and her beloved daughters were there, both panty-less in accordance to that
sign.
At first sight the
party looked like any other party: loud music, some couples dancing, boys and
girls sitting on chairs or the sofa talking and drinking lemonades or cokes.
Maria sighted relieved.
There were at least 20
people and no sign of anything strange happening. Perhaps the dancing boys,
knowing their partners were bare under their clothes, tried to cup a feel of
some ass. The girls, a little bit ashamed of their situation were less harsh
rejecting the bold advances of their schoolmates.
But, some groping
apart, all in all, it was a normal party; well at least till Ms. Meckler
brought some more snacks. She wore a long, red satin dress, which crossed over
her chess. It was a very elegant dress and for sure an expensive one. The
abnormality was that the slit was held excessively open having fixed both end
to her silver, ankle-laced high heeled sandals. As a result she showed her legs
till her belly bottom.
In short, in a room
full of teen-aged boys Ms. Meckler was parading around with her cunt on show.
Hey isn’t that Maria
Diaz, the bitch?” the voice and the tone were unmistakable: Patrick Lawson.
Or as she used to joke
“Patrick outlaw, soon”
Last summer, Patrick
had tried to date Mandy. In fact he’s got the looks to date anybody he wishes:
blond long hair, dark blue eyes, athletic body, over
Maria had literally
kicked him out menacing to call the police when she discovered him at their front
door forcibly kissing her daughter and inconsiderately groping her.
Groping once again
Mandy’s ass and even slapping Maria’s buttocks whilst calling her ‘jealous
bitch-in-heat’ he went away, murmuring an unintelligible menace.
‘Oh, no, not him, not
now, not here’ Maria thought fearing again for her tender daughters.
Maria hasn’t yet
recovered nor from the visual impact of Ms. Meckler lewd display nor from seeing
again Patrick when Molly came in with her two brothers. No, wrong, when her two
brothers brought in Molly.
“Hi, Ms. Diaz” Patrick
greeted the mother of his ex-girlfriend “came to help Jen and Mandy?” he
casually asked starting to fondle her ass as if they were a couple. Than seeing
her glaze on Molly he commented.
“Ah, dolly, I’ve been
told she wanted to outsmart the house rules so Mr. Meckler imposed some more
rules on her.”
“Dolly? Rules? She
weakly asked” Maria’s brain was not processing all the information it was
getting.
Molly, or Dolly as she
had been officially renamed, was dressed as a doll, a doll for adults, a
sex-doll. Two bunches, a lot of make-up and a ring-gag made her face look like
a sex-shop sign.
Michael was leading
her on a leash. A leash fixed, not to a collar, (she wasn’t wearing any) but to
a big golden ring surgically fixed to her thorax, whilst Martin, from behind,
cupped and toyed with both her nude big tits.
“The boys have pepped
her up for the party” Patrick commented having moved his hand and now fingering
her slit..
‘Pepped up!’ ‘A funny
way to describe her’ thought Maria not knowing how to escape Patrick’s
insidious fingers.
Dolly was practically
naked. Her arms were restrained behind in a black elbow-length single glove
which ended in a ring. She also wore a several inches wide black leather belt.
A thin cord attached to a front hole in the belt passed through and deeply cut
into her bald cunt to be knotted to the glove ring. Two red knee length
stiletto heeled boots finished her outfit.
She knew all these
boys, they were schoolmates and friends and there was nothing she could do to
avoid them seeing her like that, on a leash, showing her cunt, her tits and
being publicly groped by her own step-brother. To worsen things she perfectly
knew that her outfit was a bright invitation to be molested. It didn’t help
either seeing her ex-boyfriend openly groping her mother’s twat whilst loudly
praising Martin and Michael for her outfit.
“What do you think,
Ms. Meckler” Andrew asked “should we shave these off” he said pulling at her
pubic hairs “or do you want to look different than Dolly” Than he went over to
his ex and turning his head to face Molly’s mother he slowly fingered the
daughter’s slit commenting” I’ve to say I prefer her like that, not so stupidly
prudish as she was before.”
When engaged he never
saw her naked nor did he ever touch her bared parts. The most was some dressed
petting whilst kissing. Now he was fingering her moist slit in a room full of
boys and talking to her mother.
Both Mother and
Daughter felt deeply abased but the group whistled, cheered and applauded
Andrew’s comments. Patrick jointed the applause rhythmically hitting Ms. Diaz
buttocks.
The party was long.
Amanda and Jenny appeared in their “school-outfit” and got the immediate
attention. The petting and groping became forced blowjobs and it was Mr.
Meckler who started the fucking.
Ms. Diaz wanted to
save her daughters and offered herself to be fucked by her neighbor. He happily
agreed and putting her on her fours slowly began with the act.
Patrick than took
Jenny’s leash and made her kiss her mother. After some convincing spanking she
was French kissing her. The show was hot, Patrick looked at it finger fucking
Mandy and mauling her, whilst she was stroking his erect cock. Ms. Meckler was
sandwiched between two boys, Andrew and Rolf, they were molesting her to the
utmost whist she cared for their tools. In a same position was Dolly. The other
boys, infected somehow by the ambiance groped and kissed their girlfriends as
never before. These later, also overheated, let it happen. Even single boys and
girls found together. Well, single boy’s hands easily found free female
buttocks and free cocks found caring hands.
Jenny couldn’t protest
( she was still French kissing her mother) when her neighbor Martin joined his
father in “fucking the Diaz” and mounted her, also doggie style. Amanda got her
first fuck from her ex, than from Molly’s ex whilst being forced to suck
Molly’s cunt.
And so on, they left
the party almost naked, with Jenny still on her fours.
TV Show
Society was changing,
but even these small and insignificant changes hurt some sensibilities and got
opposition. One of the strongest opposing forces were a radical feminist group
called D.O.L.L (Defending Our Legal Limits) they said strange things like “a
woman has got inalienable rights disregarding on which ground she moves” or
“human rights of women should prevail over private propriety” .
The most known
figure and leader of the movement was Miss Lucy Klampton. This rich heiress of Klampton
industries was a studied psychiatrist
and at her 29 years a stunning beauty. Her long blonde hair reached until her
small waist. Her natural big and round breasts gave her angel face an erotic
look. A round ass and endless long legs were also parts of her assets, but she
was really of her IQ. Studied in
And it was Miss Lucy, Mr. Steve Stock and Mr. Ted Tillman the three guests
of today’s talk show. Under discussion were “the use and abuse of the Law of
private ground” and not the law itself.
Harry Prince, the host of the show, greeted and presented his guests. The
studio was full, more than full it was bursting at the seams; not a single
empty place could be spotted. “Harry Prince Live" is FONDA’s longest-running interview program. The
show features guests from across the gamut of business, entertainment and
politics with its now-famous mix of interviews and topical discussions.
Adapted
to the times the program had its own dressing and behavior code, and so, per
example the hostesses wear short transparent dresses hiding nothing of their
shaved and beautiful bodies.
The
audience is also subjected to these norms, but the studio offer an enormous
variety in dresses and skirts for the female guests to change and dress
according the norms without looking all alike.
The debate promised to be one of the hottest for decades and all the
televisions were running. The streets were empty and the sofas packed.
Mr. Tillman, judge of C.U.N.T was the first in explaining his position.
He was comfortable sitting in an armchair and patted the hostess’ bum (on and
under their dresses) each time they brought water or coffee. He defended the
actual “status quo”. His arguments were statistics and popularity.
According to him there’s a clear correlation between the application of
the new regulations and a sudden drop in figures related to: murder, accident,
rape, sexual harassment and violence in general.
He told about social miracle and labeled all the law opponents as
potential criminals. To finish his introduction he mentioned the last opinion
poll: 92% percent firmly supported the regulations.
Mr. Stock, republican senator, NRA (national rifle association) and WFP
(women for pleasure) president was the next in explaining his ideas. He was
also sitting in a comfortable armchair opposed to Mr. Tillman’s. His hands
explored the hostess’ body without any modesty, they, well trained, never
failed smiling and even playfully squeezed his raising cock
He wasn’t against the law but he wanted the politicians to keep the
control. Not a myriad of micro-regulations in each village but a consensus and
some fix regulation promoted and sanctioned by the mayor. Like this, he argued,
it would be easier for our womenfolk to know and follow the rules.
His arguments were logical and solid, his model more mathematic.
“How” he rhetorically asked “can a woman do her duties when the office,
the supermarket, the cinema and her home have different and maybe conflicting
laws” The word law was underlined with a hard slap on the hostess’ (actually
over his lap) naked buttock.
Finally Mr. Prince asked Miss Klampton about her point of view, not
before severely correcting her posture and behavior. Lucy had been placed in a
very short wooden chair, so short that to keep balance she was forced to obscenely
open her legs.
The studio had dressed her in knee
length, shiny, high heeled, black boots, a black mini skirt and a semi
transparent black blouse. No underwear was allowed. She was sitting just before
and under Harry’s pulpit, facing the audience and the camera. To her diagonal
left was Mr. Tillman, and to her right Mr. Stock.
“Sit straight, hands in your lap and stop playing with the hem of your
skirt” Harry angrily told an ashamed Miss Klampton who was trying to minimize
the exhibition of her blonde patch. A blonde twat the camera had zoomed on
(with incredible sharpness), specially after being corrected in her
posture.
Her posture (the intellectual one) was against the law, or at least
against the misuse of it. In her allegation she said that never the aim
justifies the means. She argued that Mr. Tillman’s statistics were absolutely
wrong, that she could see more violent acts carried out on women than ever
before. She pointed out that the poll Mr. Tillman mentioned were only taken
between the male population.
“Look at me” she said without realizing that that’s exact what the whole
audience was doing “isn’t it unfair and somehow violent with my privacy?”
“Your privacy?” Mr. Harry Prince mockingly asked “what kind of privacy?”
The audience applauded.
“I mean Mr. Tillman and Mr. Stock are sitting in…”
If the program was the longest-running interview program it was cause of Mr. Prince sharpness.
“You
mean your privacy is affected by how the other guests are sitting?” Harry
ridiculed her last words, having cut off her micro.
She was about answering, when Mr. Prince asked her to better expose her
melons. “I’m sure our audience is more interested in them than in your blah,
blah, blah” he said, receiving heavy applause.
Miss Klampton didn’t stop talking (the micro remained closed), nor did
she expose her tits as requested, used to rather tell people what to do, than
to be told.
To be continued…
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