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Chapter four: A visit to the park
Lisa watched the countryside skimming past and swallowed nervously. Her bumhole was tingling horribly from the enema she’d received only half an hour earlier and although Mrs Henderson was including her in the conversation with Holly, and although the three of them were chattering away quite normally, she was still worried. She squirmed uncomfortably on the car seat causing her anal ring to clench firmly onto the hard invader that was nestling inside her bottom. The thing looked like a golf ball on a stalk. She’d begged her landlady not to put it in but all that had produced was laughter and a hard smack to each of her soft rear cheeks. Bent over the end of the bed she’d mewled in protest as it had stretched her private opening before slipping inside. A flared base ensured that it remained anchored in place. The sensation was horrid and she hated it. Her bottom hole felt like it was being held open and each time she moved it squeezed the rectal plug no matter how hard she tried to stop it.
Sometimes when she went out with Mrs Henderson they just did normal things, like going to the supermarket or to the bank, but always on those occasions she was allowed to wear her normal clothes. Unfortunately the dress she was wearing now didn’t fit into that category. It was one that Mrs Henderson had carefully altered. Under normal circumstances Lisa would have considered it quite lovely, even though it was incredibly short and even though the sheer cotton was almost translucent, but under normal circumstances she’d have been wearing underwear that fitted properly. Today, instead of knickers, she’d been made to wear a tiny cotton thong. It was incredibly tight, the front panel squeezing the generous folds of her vagina into a prominent bulge, the rear strip almost cutting her in two, and of course she hadn’t been allowed a bra. Anyone they met would be able to see her nipples, bottom and probably even the mound of her pussy through the thin material. She swallowed anxiously again. Mrs Henderson and Holly continued to chat away quite happily. From time to time they asked her a direct question and she had no choice but to answer, but just as she was beginning to hope that maybe everything was going to be alright Mrs Henderson asked Holly if she’d enjoyed meeting their next door neighbour, Mr Blake. There was a slight pause during which Holly glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Lisa whose face immediately began to grow red. And then the young girl began telling the older woman, in lurid terms, exactly what had happened at Mr Blake’s house, how her aunt had howled and squealed and begged and how she’d made a terrible fuss throughout.
Before long they turned off the main road and followed a lane that twisted its way up a steep hill. Lisa recognised where they were going. Her pulse quickened as she remembered the last time they’d visited this same spot...
It had been a weekday. Mrs Henderson had picked her up from the office after work. She’d made her get undressed in the car park, which had been terrifying in itself but luckily no one had been around, and then put on a tiny gym skirt and vest. There hadn’t been any underwear. Worst of all she’d almost immediately wanted to go to the toilet and so by the time they’d arrived at the park she’d been desperate. As they’d made their way down the hillside a thickly set middle-aged man had been making his way up the track. Mrs Henderson had told her to put her hands on her head and stand to one side of the path. Her smooth shaven pussy was embarrassingly uncovered and the man’s eyes had grown rounder as he’d got closer. Much to Lisa’s dismay Mrs Henderson had engaged him in conversation. Whilst they chattered he’d looked at Lisa with great interest, not only because he could see her hairless pussy and most of her ample breasts, which were barely contained within the tiny top, but also because she didn’t seem able to keep still. She was hopping from one foot to the other.
“What’s her name?” he’d asked, looking directly at the two very prominent points that her erect nipples were making in the front of the thin cotton vest.
“This is Lisa. She’s a little tart. Say hello to the gentleman Lisa.”
“Pleased to meet you Sir,” Lisa had said shakily as her cheeks burned bright red, but she’d managed to look directly into his face as she’d been taught.
“Does she always go out without her knickers on?” he’d asked.
“Oh yes, she’s quite shameless. You love showing people everything you’ve got don’t you girl?” Lisa had shaken her head as the pain in her swollen bladder had grown steadily worse. The man had been about to speak when she’d suddenly blurted out that she needed to go to the toilet. She just couldn’t help herself. Mrs Henderson’s mouth had tightened into a cruel smile.
“But of course you can go. I’m sure this gentleman won’t mind.” At that moment Lisa’s blushing face had reflected the horrible predicament she’d found herself in. Mrs Henderson had led her over to a fallen tree a few yards from the path and much to Lisa’s horror made her climb up onto it. Under the excited gaze of the stranger she’d been made to crouch down with her knees spread wide. He’d smirked at her obvious distress and watched intently as she’d been told to pull her pussy lips open so that they could see her “properly”. Crimson faced she’d done as she was told and then, unable to hold it any longer, gone to the toilet. The humiliation had been excruciating, so much so that at first she could only manage a tiny trickle. But quickly, and despite her terrible embarrassment, this turned into a full stream that spurted out from her pink hole and splattered onto the ground in front of them. After that she’d been made to bend over the tree trunk with her legs stretched wide apart. Mrs Henderson had invited the stranger to spank the helpless bottom that was so enticingly displayed and with obvious relish he’d rolled his sleeves up and begun smacking each of the wobbling cheeks in turn. Lisa had twisted and cried from almost the first blow, showing her bumhole and gaping pussy to her tormentor, whilst her landlady had urged him to teach the little slut a lesson she wouldn’t forget. He’d worked on each side of the writhing bottom until Lisa had felt like her poor bum had been scalded with boiling water. Begging him to stop had had no effect and by the time he’d been satisfied she’d been almost hysterical and in floods of tears…
She prayed they wouldn’t meet him again today.
They pulled into a shaded area between some trees where two other cars were already parked. Lisa looked at them worriedly.
“This is one of my favourite places,” said Mrs Henderson to Holly as they climbed from the car.
“I often come here in the summer. There’s a lovely picnic spot just down the hill, it’s not far and quite private.” She handed Lisa a hamper and Holly a canvas holdall before taking a folded blanket from the back seat herself, then she locked the car. As they left the cover of the trees they found themselves looking down a shallow valley. Both slopes were wooded but at their foot the silver ribbon of a small river wound its way into the distance. Perhaps two miles away Holly could just make out the rooftops of a small town.
“Gosh Jean it’s really lovely,” she said.
“We’re actually in a country park. It covers quite a few miles but if you go any closer to the town it does tend to get busier, especially at the weekends.” Halfway down the slope the older woman turned left and led them through the trees. After a short walk they came to a small clearing with a picnic table sitting at its centre. Holly put the bag down and looked out at the view. She had to admit it was pretty spectacular. Below them a couple with their dog were walking along the riverbank and much further away she spied a group of children playing football. Other than that the valley appeared deserted. As the sun warmed her face she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It really was an idyllic spot.
Half an hour later Lisa was feeling more relaxed. The picnic had been superb. Mrs Henderson always made delicious food and today had been no exception. She’d even brought white wine in a cooling jacket so they could each have a glass of chilled Chablis to complement their meal. Lisa licked her lips and smiled at her niece. They’d all been chattering away quite normally for some time and the warm sun and wine had lulled her nerves so that she no longer felt quite so anxious. As the afternoon had slowly progressed the threat of having to display herself to a passing stranger seemed to have grown less likely. Even her bumhole felt less uncomfortable. It was at that moment that the sound of voices and crashing in the undergrowth jolted her back to reality. She looked at her landlady. Mrs Henderson raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly. Lisa’s stomach gave a lurch as a mountain bike suddenly appeared on the path to their right, quickly followed by two more. Helmets and sun visors covered the rider’s faces but she immediately realised that the three were teenage boys.
When the first face came into view Lisa knew instantly that their appearance wasn’t an accident. There was a loud thudding in her ears as her heart rate accelerated. She recognised Timothy, the boy from Alison King’s party. Several months had passed since that awful evening but the mind numbing humiliation she’d had to endure and the horrid things that she’d been made to do were still fresh in her mind. Her bottom gripped the rectal plug tightly as panic threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t exactly sure how old the boy was, probably somewhere between fourteen and sixteen, but when the others removed their headgear she was horrified to see that they looked even younger.
“Hello Tim,” said Mrs Henderson brightly, “what a lovely surprise. I’m sure you remember Lisa and this is her niece Holly.” With an enormous grin on his face he said hello to Lisa and nodded to Holly before introducing his two companions. One was his younger cousin Robin and the other, a friend, Simon. Straight away Lisa noticed that all three of them were staring at her chest. When she glanced down she understood why. Poking out very visibly from the front of the little dress were her obviously very hard nipples. Her face reddened and she quickly crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders forward, trying to conceal as much as possible from their prying eyes. Mrs Henderson laughed at her lodger’s reaction.
“Stand up and introduce yourself properly to the young gentlemen Lisa,” she said. A look of absolute dread crossed Lisa’s already red features as she realised her landlady was going to make her show herself to the boys. Much to her chagrin she could feel a distinct wetness growing in the slit between her thighs and at the same time her bumhole was taking on a life of its’ own, clenching and pushing at the hard plug in a desperate attempt to expel it. Holly’s pussy was also growing wetter as the situation developed. She knew that something was about to happen and that whatever it was would prove excruciatingly embarrassing for her aunt.
They all watched intently as Lisa slowly got to her feet. Her face had grown hot the moment the boys had appeared but now as she stood up it began to burn. She couldn’t help glancing at their smiling faces that were turning gradually pinker with excitement. Keeping her arms crossed she stood uncomfortably in the gap between the picnic tables edge and its bench seat.
“What are you doing?” asked Mrs Henderson angrily. Lisa looked at her landlady with pleading in her eyes. Please don’t make me Miss! Oh please don’t make me!
“Uncross your arms and get out here. Hurry up girl!” Lisa dropped her arms allowing her unfettered breasts to swing heavily beneath the thin material. The dark circles of her aureoles drew the boys attention but they gasped when she shuffled out from behind the table and they saw how much of her legs were on show. The dress was indecently short exposing both of her softly curved thighs to their staring eyes. Robin Delaney looked at Simon Davies and grinned. Tim had been telling them the truth! Neither had believed him when he’d said they’d be able to look at, and probably touch, a naked woman! They’d both thought he was joking.
Three teenage cocks grew painfully hard as the scandalously attired woman came and stood in front of them.
“Now say hello properly,” said Mrs Henderson. Scarlet-faced Lisa curtsied slightly to each of them in turn.
“Pleased to meet you Sir,” she said quietly, whilst looking helplessly into each face. Their eyes ran up and down her semi-clad body, travelling hungrily over the generous curves. She couldn’t help but notice the firm bulge that pressed against the front of each pair of shorts. Oh God! She knew she’d have to do exactly as she was told no matter how embarrassing. There was no choice. Soon she’d be made to undress, she just knew it! Already she could feel a sticky wetness seeping from between her pussy lips. Anxiously she glanced at her landlady only to wish that she hadn’t. Mrs Henderson’s smile was one of obvious sadistic delight.
There was plenty of food and drink remaining so a few moments later the boys were sitting with Mrs Henderson and Holly. As they ate they kept looking at Lisa who, if her facial expression was anything to go by, was clearly very worried. She’d been curtly told to remain standing where they could all see her. Crimson faced she tried her best to ignore the boys interested stares. She clasped her hands in front of her pubic area and bent forwards in a vain attempt to hide herself from them. Holly looked at her aunt and noted the nervously twisting fingers and how much she was shaking. She couldn’t begin to imagine how mortifying the whole thing must be, standing there in front of several teenage boys with almost everything on show. It was just too horrible to contemplate.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mrs Henderson suddenly asked.
“Put your hands on your head and stop pretending to be shy!” Lisa stared pleadingly at the older woman but slowly did as she was told. The hem of the dress rose gradually until the generous mound of her pussy came into view.
“You disgusting girl!” said the older woman sternly.
“Just look at yourself.” Lisa looked down. Fresh heat bloomed in her face as she saw the dark patch covering most of the front panel of the little thong. The thin material was thoroughly soaked with her juices and had become almost translucent. Outlined by the tight cotton her pussy lips and central crease were clearly visible. She’d known she was getting wet from the moment they’d arrived at the park but now her shame was there for them all to see. Looking up with panic in her eyes she wanted to cry, wanted to run away, wanted to hide herself from their laughing faces, wanted to escape from the tide of humiliation that was gradually engulfing her. But there would be no escape…
“Take it off you little tart. You’re showing the boys most of what you’ve got anyway!” They all began to laugh. Lisa’s face appeared to turn an even deeper shade of red, if that were possible. Nooooooooooooo! It was going to happen again! She was going to have to show them everything! Before she could react Mrs Henderson spoke once more.
“In fact you’d better take your dress off first, I don’t want you ruining it with all that stickiness!”
“B..B..B..But Miss please not in front of them, please don’t make me in front of them and…and…and anyone might come!” There was a real edge of panic in Lisa’s voice and as she looked worriedly around the small clearing her rear hole began clenching uncontrollably on the rubber dildo filling her behind. The boys would see it! Oh God no!
“What nonsense! You love showing people what you’ve got. Take it off! I won’t tell you again.” Visibly shaking Lisa grasped the hem and reluctantly began to draw the dress up and off over her head. There was a collective intake of breath from the watching boys as her full breasts wobbled into view. Her nipples were erect and stiff and pointed in all directions as the soft globes quivered. Automatically her hands rose to cover herself but a warning “No” from Mrs Henderson made her drop her arms to her sides. She stood in just her sandals and thong allowing them an uninterrupted view of her front.
“We’re waiting. The boys want to have a proper look at you.” An amused smile wrinkled the corners of the older woman’s mouth.
“And I’m sure they’ll be most interested to see what you’re hiding up your bottom!” Mrs Henderson couldn’t manage to stifle a giggle as her lodger’s face burned with embarrassment. Again Lisa stared worriedly around the little clearing and then back at the grinning boys. Their eyes were shining with undisguised hunger.
And it wasn’t only the teenagers who were enjoying the young woman’s predicament. Holly’s heart was hammering in her chest as she watched Lisa being forced to strip. From the minute the boys had appeared she’d known that something horribly humiliating was about to happen to her lovely auntie. Between her legs she was feeling incredibly hot and wet. When she surreptitiously squeezed her thighs together under the table an intense jolt of pleasure surged through her pussy, it took all of her self-control not to cry out. She was feeling so so horny. As soon as they got back to Mrs Henderson’s house she was going to have to go straight to her room and finger herself silly!
“Well what are you waiting for?” asked the older woman impatiently. Lisa looked into the grinning faces. She felt horribly dizzy and wanted to cry. Slowly she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the little thong and started to pull it down. Her head was spinning but between her legs she could feel her pussy oozing. As they all watched the thin elastic strip travelled down the curve of the soft belly. It suddenly seemed as if the little clearing had grown perfectly silent and still. And then Lisa could feel the warm summer air on her smooth shaven mound. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as the boys began to snigger, her face glowing with heat as the tiny gusset stuck to her intimate folds before finally slipping down her legs to rest in a little pool around her ankles.
“Put your hands behind your back!” The sharp tone made Lisa jump. She hadn’t realised that she’d clasped her hands protectively in front of herself. Unwillingly she did as instructed. Keeping her legs pressed tightly together she stared at the grass by her feet, trying to avoid the amused expression on her landlady’s face. Now totally naked she knew that practically nothing was hidden from the grinning boys. But that was about to change…
“What are you doing?” The tone of Mrs Henderson’s voice revealed both irritation and sarcasm.
“How are we going to see you properly if you stand like that? Are you trying to annoy me?” Horribly aware of the plastic plug filling her bum hole she gave her landlady a final desperate look, a look filled with pleading and self-pity. Mrs Henderson’s face clouded with mock anger.
“We’re waiting.” Very slowly Lisa stepped out of the discarded thong and parted her legs. Then she pushed her pubic mound forwards so that they could all see the delicate lips nestling between her thighs. She shook uncontrollably as the awful embarrassment consumed her.
“Just look at you, it’s quite disgusting,” said Mrs Henderson as she noticed the glistening vaginal crease and the shiny smears that marked the insides of both gently trembling thighs. The knot of worry in Lisa’s stomach grew ever tighter as she stood there displaying her most private of places to the grinning boys.
That same knot suddenly tightened to such a degree that Lisa could hardly breathe. Had she heard Mrs Henderson correctly? Nooooooooooooo! Please NO!
“We’ll only be half an hour or so and she’ll behave herself if she knows what’s good for her.” Lisa’s mouth was open. The situation, which she’d thought couldn’t possibly get any worse, was about to become unbearable. She began to whine, she couldn’t help it.
“Oh please Miss don’t leave me with them. Please! I‘ll be good. I’ll do as I’m told just please don’t leave me here. Please!” The smile on Mrs Henderson face was almost beatific. Totally ignoring her naked, crimson-faced lodger, she turned to her younger companion.
“Are you ready Holly?” she asked pleasantly. Holly jumped up enthusiastically and nodded, her mouth watering at the thought of what might happen to her aunt whilst they were gone!
“Right Tim we’re just going down to the river. We won’t be too long.” She turned to Lisa who looked as if she was about to cry.
“You’ll do exactly, and I mean exactly, as you’re told while we’re away. If I hear that your behaviour has been anything but perfect you’ll not be able to sit down for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Lisa began to speak but thought better of it. She nodded unhappily and once again stared at the grass between her feet. As Mrs Henderson and Holly walked slowly from the clearing their laughter gradually faded. The boys all started talking at once. Laughter and expletives filled the air for several minutes as their excitement grew.
“You mean she’ll do as we tell her!”
“Can we do anything?” Tim nodded.
“You mean anything, she’ll do as she’s told?”
“Yep.” It was a statement of fact. They all shut up as the realisation slowly sank in.
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