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Chapter three: An unbearable morning
On Sunday morning when Holly opened her eyes she felt wonderfully refreshed and very excited. She stretched and yawned. The travel alarm showed it was just after eight. Today was going to be amazing! She just knew it. A faint aroma of cooked bacon swirled down the hallway as she padded towards the bathroom. Her mouth began to water. She felt really hungry, ravenous in fact! Standing in the shower she allowed the events of the previous evening to play slowly through her mind. Quite simply it had been the most thrilling night of her life. Just thinking about what they’d done to her beautiful aunt started a wonderful tingling deep inside her pussy. She managed to resist the urge to touch herself but still couldn’t quite believe that any of it had really happened.
A few minutes later when she walked into the kitchen any doubts that she may have had disappeared in an instant.
“Good morning,” said Mrs Henderson brightly.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes really well thanks,” replied Holly as she stared at the amazing sight in front of her.
“The little tart’s going to see Mr Blake as soon as you’ve eaten your breakfast,” said the older woman, nodding towards Lisa who was standing by the cooker.
“It’ll be ready in a minute.” Holly stared at her aunt who suddenly jerked to the side as a stray splash of hot fat jumped from the frying pan, which wasn’t a surprising reaction considering the fact that she was naked from the waist down!
All Lisa had been allowed to wear was a very tight white vest that clung to her like a second skin, blatantly outlining her breasts with their puckered and obviously very hard points. Besides being tight it was also very short, only covering half of her swelling bum cheeks. From the front Holly guessed that the shaven mound of her aunt’s pubis would be fully visible. She shivered with excitement. Sure enough when her aunt finally turned and placed the plate of cooked food in front of her Holly was treated to an unobstructed view of the older woman’s delicate vaginal lips. Lisa’s face was burning with embarrassment as she curtsied to her young admirer.
“Good morning Miss,” she said quietly. Jean Henderson smiled as Holly took her seat.
“She’s been toileted and washed but I’m afraid she’s already soaking wet. Always acts like a little slut when she gets the chance to show her holes to someone, don’t you girl, mmmmm?” Lisa didn’t respond just hung her head in shame and stared at the kitchen floor. God she so wanted to cover herself, wanted to hide herself away from Holly’s inquisitive eyes. To make things even worse she was feeling incredibly horny. Her pussy was throbbing uncontrollably. She really needed to come! Last night the girl had seen literally everything but the thought of what her niece might witness at Mr Blake’s caused her to quiver with dread.
Half an hour earlier when Mrs Henderson had washed her lodgers denuded slit she’d been very thorough and purposely rough. Any slight chance that the ache in the girl’s belly might be satisfied had been carefully and cruelly denied. Lisa had sobbed not only with shame and discomfort but also with frustration. As Holly began to eat her breakfast Mrs Henderson led Lisa out of the kitchen.
“I’m just going to get her dressed then you can take her next door,” she said with a grin.
Holly was surprised at how hungry she was. It took only a couple of minutes to clean her plate and then she helped herself to toast and marmalade. The second piece was halfway to her mouth when it stopped in mid air. Her eyes grew round and then she started to giggle, she couldn’t help herself. Lisa’s face was an absolute picture. Her cheeks were literally glowing. Holly laughed out loud as her aunt was pushed further into the room.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t you think she looks pretty Holly?” asked the smirking landlady.
The powder blue satin creation that Lisa was wearing wouldn’t have looked out of place at a children’s tea party, although it’s rather extreme styling would certainly have raised more than a few eyebrows. The dress was fitted. There was little doubt about that! Lisa’s breasts bulged forwards, almost spilling out over the top of the tightly constrained bodice. If she leant forwards Holly had no doubt that anyone present would not only get a good look at her aunt’s full globes but also her undoubtedly flint-like nipples. Little puffed sleeves rode high on Lisa’s arms. The hem of the dress was flared and frilled but scandalously short. Any shorter and the wearer’s knickers, or lack of them, would be embarrassingly revealed, but that of course was the idea. Shiny patent leather shoes and white knee socks completed the ridiculous outfit.
“Don’t you think our little girl looks nice?” Lisa’s face burned as her niece nodded and tried to stifle her laughter.
“Turn around and show your Mistress how lovely you look in your best frock.” Chewing nervously on her lip Lisa did as she was told. She knew that from the back the lower curves of her bum cheeks peeked out from beneath the frilly hem. Mrs Henderson had made her look at herself in the hallway mirror. A flood of humiliation washed over her as Holly started giggling again.
It was only fifty or so yards to Mr Blake’s gate but it seemed an eternity to Lisa. She glanced continuously up and down the road as they walked the short distance terrified that a car or pedestrian would appear. If they did they’d no doubt stop and have a good look at her and what was on show, which was quite a lot! Having been told to walk at Holly’s side with her hands on her head she could feel the morning air caressing her shaven pussy and bare bottom. Both were totally uncovered because her raised arms lifted the hem of the horrible dress almost to her waist. She looked worriedly up and down the tree-lined road as they thankfully turned into the neighbouring driveway. When Mr Blake came to the door he was all smiles and immediately invited Holly inside. As Lisa gratefully began to follow her niece through the doorway he stepped forwards and stopped her. She still had her hands planted firmly on the top of her head because she hadn’t yet been given permission to take them down. He stared thoughtfully at the hairless mound nestling between the tops of the softly curving thighs and then directly into Lisa’s bright red face.
“I see you’re acting like a little tart as usual young lady.” His smile made Lisa quake inside. She could tell from past experience that he had something dreadful in mind.
“It’s obvious you’re enjoying showing yourself off so you can go and stand at my gate for a while. Make sure you face into the road. Well hurry up. I’ll call you in when I’m ready.”
“Please don’t make me Sir! Please! Please please please don’t make me!” Her voice was high pitched and full of fear. His smile grew wider at her obvious panic then his expression changed to one of anger.
Shaking she reluctantly did as she was told. She had to do it. Refusal would bring a punishment that would be unbearable, and then no doubt she’d be made to do as she’d been told in the first place...so she really didn’t have any choice. Slowly she made her way to the gate with her hands still on top of her head. If someone came along she just didn’t know what she’d do. Oh God they’d see everything and there was nothing she could do to stop them looking or even touching if they wanted. The thought brought a surge of wetness to her already sticky pussy. She felt really hot and her nervousness was making her head spin. Red faced she glanced continuously up and down the empty road and prayed that it would remain so.
Holly liked Mr Blake immediately. Although he wasn’t handsome in the “conventional” sense he certainly had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, which she found very attractive. He had her laughing within moments and much to her surprise she found herself flirting with him. Yesterday morning she’d never have believed that she could flirt outrageously with a sixty year old man but then she wouldn’t have believed hardly any of the things that had happened in the past twenty four hours. He passed her a cup of coffee then showed her through to the lounge. Together they watched Lisa as she stood helplessly by the gate with her shaved pussy and bare bum embarrassingly on show. Suddenly her aunt’s head turned quickly to one side. There was a look of absolute panic etched on her face. It was then that Holly detected the muted sound of a car engine.
Lisa stared in horror at the white van as it turned the corner and started heading towards her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Mr Blake and Holly standing in the front window. Both of them were grinning at her. OH MY GOD! As the van got closer her fear and nervousness increased to an almost intolerable degree. She wanted to cover herself, wanted to run inside. All she had to do was drop her hands and turn away but she couldn’t. The time she’d spent with Mrs Henderson had released her submissive nature to the point where she could no longer disobey her landlady, or any of her friends for that matter. They all knew about her and all knew exactly how to handle her. She had to do as she was told. Had to do whatever was asked of her no matter how humiliating or degrading it was, had to obey or suffer the consequences. Her horribly exposed pussy throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat. She squeezed her thighs together trying her best to hide her hairless slit from the prying eyes that she knew were coming. As her fear and embarrassment went into overdrive sticky fluid oozed from between her tightly closed labial folds. Maybe the driver wouldn’t stop, maybe they wouldn’t notice her, maybe the sky would fall, maybe...if she closed her eyes it might all go away. In desperation she screwed them tightly shut.
The van stopped and inevitably she heard the door being opened. She was shaking uncontrollably drowning in a sea of helplessness and shame.
“Well well if it isn’t Miss James in her Sunday best! And what do you think you’re doing young lady?” His voice was mocking. Lisa opened her eyes. It was Mr Wilkinson who ran the “Village Store” on the main road. Lisa had had to go there on several occasions for a pint of milk or loaf of bread but luckily never as a punishment or in one of her “outfits”. He was in his mid fifties, fat and disgusting with little piggy eyes that were at present literally standing out on stalks. He wasn’t a “special” friend of Mrs Henderson’s and for that Lisa was eternally grateful, but they both knew him.
“Nothing to say then Missy, cat got your tongue has it?” Lisa could tell that his eyes were greedily taking in every detail. She squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could. She wanted to drop her hands and run away from the awful man but when he told her to come closer she found herself doing exactly as he said. Once standing by the van door he ordered her to open her legs. She began to sob then moaned as thick fingers roughly parted her thighs and delved into the wet opening nestling between. Much to her shame the whole of her vulval crease was awash with fluid. His clumsy probing immediately produced a fresh wave of sticky lubrication. She mewled in protest as he pulled the delicate lips apart. Then his fingers were inside her. She moaned loudly and her hips began to twist and turn. He chuckled to himself.
“You love it don’t you you little slut?” He pumped his hand back and forth making Lisa writhe where she stood whilst her hands remained firmly locked on the top of her head.
“Nnnnnnn...No please!” she gasped as his other hand slid slowly up the valley between the cheeks of her bare bottom. As a finger pressed against her bum hole she started to wriggle and cry more loudly. Her only hope was to clench herself as tightly as she possibly could. But he sensed her intention and immediately pinched her pussy hard, making her jerk her bottom backwards. It was all he needed. Her high-pitched whinny made him laugh again as he managed to force the full length of his middle finger into her extremely tight rear passageway.
“That’s nice isn’t it?” he asked teasingly, looking into her crimson face. Lisa sobbed with absolute humiliation as both of her private holes were fingered by the horrid little man. Her hips started to jerk back and forth more forcefully as she felt herself being opened by his horrible mauling. Worst of all in the middle of her belly she could feel the first stirrings of what she knew would be an incredibly intense and shameful orgasm. Tears flowed down her burning cheeks and she groaned as the fingers continued to slip and twist inside her.
“LISA! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Mr Blake’s shout made her heart skip a beat.
“I tell you to wait at my gate for a few moments and what do I find? You’ve invited this passing gentleman to touch you. It’s absolutely disgusting behaviour. Just wait until Jean hears about this! Get inside you dirty girl!” Both men laughed as the sobbing half naked woman ran up the drive with her hands still locked on the top of her head and her naked behind rolling and juddering delightfully.
“Thanks for that Cyril. I’m sure you’ll be getting to see much more of our Miss James before too long.” Cyril Wilkinson waved happily as he pulled away from the kerb. The inferred promise of another chance to interfere with the stunning young woman caused the bulge in his trousers to pulse excitedly.
“So what have you got to say for yourself?” Lisa was stood in front of Mr Blake’s lounge window with her hands on top of her head and her bare bottom in full view of anyone who might be passing.
“It’s hard to believe that you’re willing to act in such a sluttish manner in public!” Holly sipped her coffee trying to disguise the grin on her face as her aunt continued to sob unhappily. Mr Blake ranted at Lisa for a good five minutes whilst she stood shaking and tearful. They all knew it was totally unfair to blame her for what had just happened but that only added to her humiliation and their enjoyment of it.
“I’ll be ringing Jean after we’ve finished to let her know exactly what you’ve been up to. Now get that dress off.” He grinned at Holly as they both looked at Lisa expectantly.
No matter how many times she was sent to see Mr Blake it didn’t get any less embarrassing when she was made to take her clothes off in front of him. But thankfully at least she was finally able to take her hands off her head, her arms were aching horribly. Slowly she unzipped the stupid dress and then reluctantly took it off. Her hands automatically went to cover her bare boobs and pussy as her cheeks burned afresh. Mr Blake had seen her nude many times but it still didn’t make it any easier.
“Hands behind your back.” Her uncovered boobs jutted out rudely towards them. As Mr Blake slowly looked her up and down she could feel her nipples pucker and tingle as they hardened almost painfully under his gaze.
“Have you been showing yourself to people this week? No doubt you’ve been touched up a few times mmmmmm?” As he spoke he calmly cupped the generous breasts and squeezed them firmly. Lisa drew in her breath and went up onto her toes as she felt his fingertips tighten onto her sensitive buds and begin to pull.
“N...Nnn...No Sir.” It was almost whispered. She shook her head in denial.
“Turn around.” Lisa did as she was told acutely aware of the window she was standing in front of. Anyone passing would see everything. She swallowed and hoped he’d hurry up looking. Suddenly he slapped one of her bum cheeks.
“Your bottom’s looking very fat, have you been stuffing your face again?” Holly giggled as her aunt shook her head. An intense wave of embarrassment flowed over the trembling naked woman making her cheeks flush once more.
“Go and wait in my study, we’ll be there in a minute.” Thankful at least to be turning away from the window, and her niece’s smiling face, she scurried out of the lounge.
Standing in Mr Blake’s study Lisa eyed the “block” apprehensively. Well that’s what she called it because it always reminded her of a butcher’s block. Like a thick-legged stool of sorts with a padded top which came to about waist height of anyone standing by it. Attached to the wall above and to each side of the thing were a number of rings. Her face burned when she remembered her last visit, how Mr Blake had made her beg to be allowed to come whilst he’d disciplined her. She could hear Holly and her new “friend” laughing in the lounge. She knew he was making her wait, making her wait on purpose so that she’d be even more nervous than usual...unfortunately it was working.
Holly’s pussy pulsed hungrily and she licked her lips as she looked at her naked aunt. Lisa had just been ordered to lift her ankles above her head. The position was going to be just about as rude as anyone could imagine! Absolutely nothing would be hidden! Firstly her aunt had had leather cuffs attached to both ankles and wrists and then she’d been forced down on her back onto the padded surface. With her arms secured to each of the things “front” legs Holly realised almost immediately what her host was intending. Undignified didn’t really describe the view she was about to have of her lovely auntie.
Steven Blake grunted with effort as he lifted each of his female plaything’s legs in turn. There was an audible click as the ankle cuff was attached to a ring on the wall above and to the side of Lisa’s head. He stepped back as the pinioned woman groaned with humiliation. Spread achingly wide her thighs were fully opened revealing every detail of what lay between. Her bum cheeks, which were held a few centimetres above the leather surface, were also spread apart, as were the pink lips of her obviously very wet vaginal crease.
“There we are Holly. I think you’ll agree we can see a bit more of the little tart now!”
Once settled on a chair in front of the spread thighs he withdrew a pair of tweezers from his pocket. Immediately Lisa let out a pitiful moan and slowly shook her head. Holly stared at her in puzzlement.
“Your aunt really enjoys this part of her visits,” he said with a grin. Holly smiled curiously back at him.
“She always has a few stray hairs. It’s difficult to remove them with the razor so we usually have some fun to start with don’t we young lady?” Lisa didn’t respond to his sarcastic tone, just kept her eyes screwed tightly shut. Her visits to Mr Blake inevitably began with this excruciatingly shameful examination of the area around her bumhole. Of course she wasn’t always strapped down to the block. Sometimes she was simply bent over a chair or the edge of his desk. Often she was made to hold her cheeks apart, which always added to her acute sense of embarrassment. She groaned with mortification as a sticky drop of fluid oozed from her pussy and ran slowly towards her anal opening. Mr Blake chuckled.
“As you can see Holly your aunt finds the whole experience very exciting!” Having her niece present was intensifying Lisa’s humiliation to a dreadful degree. Then she felt hot breath on her inner thigh and knew that he’d leant forward in readiness. She braced herself against what was to come.
Lisa hated having her bum hole inspected. It was one of the most horribly humiliating things that ever happened to her and it happened a lot! Unfortunately Mrs Henderson knew exactly how it made her feel and so always ensured that anyone invited to examine her submissive lodger was made aware of the fact. All of a sudden she tensed as inquisitive fingers ran lightly down the inside of her thigh. They reached the very edge of her anal rosette and nudged at its wrinkled entrance. Holly’s pussy throbbed deliciously when her aunt suddenly let out a piercing shriek. Mr Blake held up the tweezers. A tiny hair was held firmly in their grip. With a smile he passed them to the young girl. Holly leant forward. It didn’t take long to find another. Right next to her aunties clenching rear hole was a small hair that glinted under the lights. As she gripped it tightly and began to pull she noticed how much her own hand was shaking. Her aunt’s ultra-sensitive flesh gradually formed a tiny peak as she applied more pressure. Lisa’s complaint grew steadily shriller until with a sharp squeal the offending hair came free. Holly listened to her aunt’s sobbing and looked at the wonderfully exposed flesh that was quivering so deliciously. She wanted to hurt her again...so she did.
Lisa gasped then started to sob unhappily as she caught sight of the dildo that Mr Blake held in his hand. Although it wasn’t very long, probably only five inches or so, it looked horribly thick and had circular raised ridges along its whole length. A thin layer of lubricant coated its shiny black surface.
“This should help focus your attention young lady,” he said, with an amused expression on his face. Lisa certainly wasn’t smiling and when she felt the thing pressing against her helpless bumhole her eyes began to bulge from her head.
“Please Sir not there! I’ll be good, really I will. Please not there!” Holly couldn’t help laughing at the pitiful pleading and the panic in her aunt’s voice. It was going in and there was nothing the bound woman could do about it! The restrained body tensed as Lisa squeezed the hole in her bottom as tightly as she could. Desperately she tried to stop the invader penetrating her rectal tunnel even though she knew it was hopeless. Then she screamed. Red fingerprints appeared on the soft curve on the inside of one of her thighs. Steven Blake grinned at Holly then smacked the sensitive flesh again. Lisa squirmed as much as she was able, crying and gasping in equal measure as her tormentor continued to spank the insides of her quivering legs. As intended the pain distracted her from keeping her bottom hole squeezed firmly shut. Immediately the tip of the dildo was urged forwards. She squealed in discomfort as it stretched her anal opening and moved remorselessly onwards into the tight passageway.
“Nnnnnn....Ohhhhhhh....Noooooo.....Please!” Her eyes bulged and her teeth began to chatter as the ring of her anus was forced into a perfect circle by the thick rubber shaft. She mewled in protest as each raised ridge slid through her tingling sphincter. It felt awful. She couldn’t help crying as her most private of places was mercilessly assaulted. Steven Blake grinned as the false cock started to disappear. He pushed harder. The helpless woman gave a slightly more hysterical reaction as the final much thicker ridge was forced past her straining ring. She shook with a mixture of shame and discomfort.
“There we go,” said Mr Blake with a matter of fact tone. Holly gazed at the end of the dildo poking out of her auntie’s bottom. God she so wanted to touch herself!
The cream was applied with an old fashioned bone handled shaving brush. Before long the whole area was hidden beneath a thick coating of white foam that extended down between the spread bum cheeks. Holly glanced at her aunt’s crimson face. Lisa couldn’t help staring back at her young niece with wide eyes. The shame she was feeling was unbearable. She cringed and sobbed as the razor began to slide back and forth across her sensitive flesh. Once the inner curves of the helpless buttocks were finished Mr Blake focussed his attention on the area around the end of the thick rubber plug that continued to jut defiantly from Lisa’s straining rear entrance. She gritted her teeth and grunted as the razor continued to explore every private crease and fold. Roughly he pulled each of the delicate lips in turn, stretching them tightly across the vaginal crease before carefully shaving along their lengths. Finally the razor worked it way around the erect clitoral stub and its hood. Lisa screwed her eyes shut and moaned as he wiped away the remaining traces of the shaving foam with a hot flannel.
Holly took the tube of cream that Mr Blake was holding out to her and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of one hand. Surprisingly it smelt strongly of what she guessed was aftershave. She looked up quizzically just as her aunt began to sob loudly. She too had caught sight of what her niece was holding. Mr Blake had used it on her pussy and bum a few times in the past when he’d wanted to be especially cruel. She couldn’t help blubbering like a baby.
“Yes, it’s a mixture of an alcohol based lotion and good quality skin cream,” he said.
“It has a quite beneficial effect! Rub it well in.” His grin was infectious. Holly couldn’t help smiling back at him. Without any further urging she began to smooth the cream over the spread cheeks and then worked it enthusiastically into the prominent pubic mound. Lisa began to whine and cry, rolling her hips in a vain attempt to escape the intimate application.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Oh God! Please Miss! It burns! Please stop! Arrrrgggghhhh!” Steven Blake began chuckling as Lisa’s protests grew ever more vocal, her buttocks performing a violent dance, clenching and jerking frantically as her young niece continued to rub the cream into the freshly shaved flesh.
“ARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH! PLEASE!” Holly felt herself growing stickier as she watched her aunt attempt to grind her spread bottom against the leather padding. The salve was obviously causing an unbearably intense burning sensation. She looked at Mr Blake. He knew exactly what she was thinking and simply nodded his assent. Shaking with anticipation Holly squeezed a small amount of cream onto her fingertips and then with excited eyes rubbed it gently into her aunt’s soft labial folds. A moment later Lisa was literally bouncing her bottom up and down as a terrible burning stung her most intimate parts. Tears poured unchecked down her face and her hips writhed wildly from side to side as waves of heat radiated from her tingling pussy lips.
Ten minutes later Lisa walked tentatively back to her landlady’s house with the hem of the horrible dress once again riding high on her waist leaving everything on show. Although horribly aware of her bare pussy and the giggling of her niece, she was incredibly thankful for the cooling fresh air that was soothing the excruciating prickling within her vulval crease. Mrs Henderson was waiting for them as they went through the front door.
“Perfect timing!” she said.
“It’s such a nice day I thought the two of you might like to go for a picnic?”
“That sounds lovely Jean,” said Holly happily.
“I’ll just go and get changed.” Mrs Henderson couldn’t help but notice how the girl rushed up the stairs and smiled to herself. Once in her room Holly immediately closed the door and hastily stripped off her skirt and knickers before laying back on the bed. It took only a few moments of fingering her soaking pussy to achieve one of the quickest, and most intense, orgasms she’d ever experienced! Exhaling noisily she tried to clear her head.
Mrs Henderson meanwhile had turned her attention to her lodger’s blatantly revealed vaginal anatomy. She shook her head disgustedly. The girl’s labia looked puffy and had a definite reddish hue, the clitoral knob swollen and poking out excitedly.
“It looks as though you’ve been acting like a little slut as usual.” Lisa’s face bloomed with heat once more.
“I’ve picked a dress out for you but before you put it on I think we’ll just give you another clean out. I know you enjoy it so! Come along!”
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