Victoria's Adventures

Victoria’s Adventures

Chapter 4 “The Old Home”

Victoria knew she had languished too long in the shower. Her exhausted body could not bring itself to withdraw from the hot water cascading down her naked flesh. It was only the realization that she had probably missed her Cultural Studies class that finally brought Victoria out of her haze.

Reluctantly she shut off the water and glanced around for a towel. Her gym teacher, Ms. Knapp, had left a small, white hand towel hanging on a hook outside the shower room. Victoria did the best she could to dry herself. Looking around the quiet locker room, a cold thought settled on her, “where was her dress?”

Victoria made her way across the slippery locker room tile towards the coach’s office. She silently prayed that Coach Wallace was gone. She did not want another encounter with the old woman, especially not with only a small towel to cover her. Thoughts of what the woman might do to her gave Victoria an odd yet excited feeling.

The office was empty and dark. Victoria turned on the light and looked around for her dress. It was missing. On the desk was a small dark garment with a white sheet of paper propped on top of it. Dreading it was meant for her; Victoria approached the desk and picked up the note. It read;

Since you cannot take care of your things, I took your dress for safekeeping. This body stocking should do for a slut like you.

Victoria picked up the sheer, black, fishnet body stocking.

“How on earth am I supposed to walk around with only this on?” she said aloud.

She glanced around the office and considered looking in the desk. She knew her efforts would be in vain. There was little chance that the evil coach had left Victoria any options other than the body stocking.

Defeated, Victoria leaned against the desk and slipped the stocking onto each foot. She slid the material up her legs and then over her buttocks. She had been forced to wear one once before, but at least that one had some material to it. The fishnet left so much skin exposed it was like wearing nothing at all. The material clung tightly to her ass and was just as snug across her smooth pubic area. Victoria for once was thankful that her foster mother insisted that she wax frequently. 

As she slid the stocking across her belly, she suddenly panicked, as the material seemed to be quickly running out. It did not seem as if there would be enough to cover her ample breasts. The top of the stocking ended in an elastic hem. With some tugging, Victoria managed to just get the material over her tits. The elastic hem barely held the stocking in place and her breasts struggled against the criss-cross of string. Her nipples, restrained on each side by the fabric, grew erect from the cool air.  To secure the stocking Victoria had to hold the hem with one hand.

With the stocking in place, she felt more naked then she had with the towel. The silky nylon strings dug into her soft flesh. Where is stretched across her bare pussy, the slight sawing motion when she moved caused her clit to harden. Her white heels were still in the office so she slid them on, and knew the color contrast would just draw more attention to her outfit. Cautiously she made her way out of the office and looked at her nylon-clad body in the full-length locker room mirror.

The effect was as bad as she thought. Every curve of her body was accented. The pattern of her naked flesh brought attention to her smooth skin. Her nipples, like two hard rocks, still stuck out and the entire effect of the outfit gave Victoria that fluttery feeling inside. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew that going to any more classes, dressed as she was, was out of the question. The best she could hope for it to be able to make it quickly to her car without being noticed.

The thought of her car brought another realization. She did not have her backpack and therefore did not have her car keys. Returning to the office, she remembered seeing her backpack behind the door when the coaches had administered her spanking. Victoria was both surprised and relieved when she looked and found it still there. She was even more surprised to see a white lab coat hanging from a hook behind the door. Although she knew it was wrong to steal, she considered this more like borrowing as she slipped the coat from the door and struggled to get into it. The coat was a little small even for her small frame. It must have belonged to a child. It fit over her arms and shoulders, but it would not completely close in front. The best Victoria could manage was to hold it closed with both hands and even at that, there was still three or four inches of exposed flesh. The length of the coat gratefully came to just below her buttocks, although she would not be able to bend over without exposing herself.

When Victoria left the gym, she thought she was in the clear. The hallway was empty all the way to the double doors that led to the parking lot. She was not sure which side of the building the doors exited to, but she believed it would be better to be outside in her current state of dress than roaming the halls of the school.

As quickly as she could in her high heels, she made her way down the hall. The shoes clicked loudly on the tile and she worried the sound would draw someone’s attention. As she passed an open door without looking in, she heard a female voice call her name.

“Victoria? Victoria Jones. Please come back here.” The voice was soft but stern and Victoria stopped in her tracks. A part of her urged her to continue on, but she was just too submissive not to listen when given a command. Slowly she turned and returned to the open door. A petite woman in her twenty’s with long blond hair sat at a desk facing the door. She peered over a pair of thick black rimmed glasses at Victoria.

“Ms. Jones, please come in.”

Victoria, still holding the white smock closed with both hands stepped into the room.

“Victoria, I am Trish McKay your professor’s aide counselor.”

“Hello Ms. McKay,” Victoria said softly as she looked down at the floor.

“Victoria, as your counselor it is my job to ensure your success here at Sappho College. Ensuring that success means teaching you how to be a proper woman. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes Ms. McKay.”

“Excellent. So to ensure we understand each other let me set some simple rules for you. First, when I speak to you, I expect you to look me in the eyes is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Victoria agreed, but she continued to look down at the floor.

“Then you can start by looking in my eyes now.”

Victoria looked up and reluctantly met the crystal blue eyes of her counselor.  Although Ms. McKay was only about an inch taller than Victoria and of a smaller frame, the ferociousness of her cold blue eyes reminded Victoria of a shark.

“Good, now rule number two is when I speak to you I expect proper posture. I do not want to see slouching, leaning, or any other sloppiness. Clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good, than do it. Hands by your sides and shoulders back.”

Victoria paused for a moment, she did not want to let go of the coat because she knew it would fall open and expose her.

“Did you hear me young lady?”

“Y-y-yes, it’s j-just that…”

“It’s just that what? Is it just that you are half naked and you don’t want me to see your body?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Victoria said in a small voice.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ma’am?”

“I said I don’t believe you, I think you do want to show me your body. I think you are a little fucking pervert who loves being controlled by women. Now drop those arms to your side and stand up straight.”

Victoria obeyed. The small coat fell open exposing her breasts and pussy through the fishnet stocking.

“Well, isn’t this just lovely,” Ms. McKay, cooed as she came around her desk. She walked up to Victoria and slipped her hand underneath the coat. Her hand slowly traced the curve of Victoria’s hip.

“I said you are to look me in the eyes,” Ms. McKay said harshly

Victoria made eye contact with the woman. Ashamed and yet excited to be so exposed.

Ms. McKay had trained her share of both submissive and dominant women. Ms. Pendleton was right about this one. On the surface, the girl was a natural submissive. Innocent, beautiful, with soft voluptuous figure women would love to abuse. Her eyes though had something else. A trace of defiance, maybe even dominance. Ms. Pendleton had seen it and she wanted Ms. McKay to find out if Victoria could be made into a dominant. To do it, meant putting the girl through the most difficult of situations. If the girl could endure then she would have the understanding necessary to do the same to others. If she could not endure, then in the end she would most certainly break and be little more than a mindless sex toy for others. Dangerous, yes, but orders were orders and Ms. McKay intended to carry hers out.

“So,” she continued, “do you enjoy being dressed like this in public?”

“No,” Victoria whispered.

“Then why,” Ms McKay asked, “are your nipples so hard?” The small blond reached up and took one of Victoria’s pink nipples between her thumb and index finger. She slowly rolled it between her fingers.

“I-I-I d-d-on’t kna-know” Victoria stuttered. The sensation was too much and she almost came from the woman’s touch.

“Oh, I think you do like it. I think you want to cum.” Ms. McKay slowly began to twist and pull on the nipple. Victoria’s eyes began to close and her hips swayed ever so slightly.

“No, no little whore; I want you to keep looking in my eyes.”

Victoria opened her eyes but everything was growing foggy as her sex began to heat up.

Ms. McKay reached forward with her other hand and placed it firmly over Victoria’s pussy.

“Oh yes, I can feel the heat coming off you. Tell me Victoria, if I slide a finger in you will I find that you are wet.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

Ms. McKay did just that. She slid her finger between the fishnet material and found Victoria’s honey pot drenched. She lightly retracted her finger and brushed against the girl’s hard love button.

“Uhh” Victoria gasped.

“What’s the matter little kitten, are you getting close to cumming for me?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t, well maybe this will help.” Ms. McKay made quick, firm circles with her finger around Victoria’s clitoris. “Now, are you close?”

“Y-y-yes, oh y-yes, p-p-please.”

“Please, what?”

“P-p-please m-m-make me c-c-cum”

Ms. McKay pulled harder on Victoria’s nipple and continued to manipulate the girl’s love button. She knew Victoria was close. Just as the girl began her orgasm, the woman stepped back. For a moment Victoria continued to shake as if she was still being touched, then she slowed, covered in sweat she looked around suddenly unsure as to why the pleasure had stopped.

“Better.”

“N-no, I mean…”
“You mean you didn’t cum?”
“N-no.”

“Too bad, maybe next time. Anyway, I have an errand for you to run for me. And by the way, your Cultural studies professor, Ms. Jones, is not too happy about you missing class.”

Victoria was confused. She stood there still exposed to her counselor, her body still on the brink of orgasm, but now an unpleasant frustration seemed to fill her. She had never been denied an orgasm and this new experience made her even more desperate for satisfaction.

“Victoria are you listening to me?” The stern tone brought her around again and she regained the proper posture for addressing her counselor.

“Yes ma’am.”

“As I said, your professor is none too happy with your absence. To make up for it, she says you are to wear this outfit to class tomorrow and assist her with her demonstration.” Ms. McKay indicated a bag that was on the floor near Victoria’s feet.

“Be sure to take it with you and wear it tomorrow.”
“Okay.”

“Now as for my task, I need you to deliver this box to the Saint Monica’s Home for the Elderly. Do you know where it is?”

Victoria had heard of the creepy old place back in high school. It was out in the middle of nowhere, she nodded to her counselor.

“Good, when you get there ask for Ms. Nord. She will direct you as to how to tend to the contents and you are to help her anyway you can. Are we clear?”

“Yes Ms. Mackay.”
“Excellent. Now tomorrow come see me after class and we will discuss your semester training in more detail.”
“But I have to work tomorrow, Ms. McKay.”
“Yes, I am aware of that, I have spoken to your manager, Wanda, and I will be taking you to work.”

Victoria did not completely understand, but she was still a little foggy and her sex still felt achy and hot.

“Now get going.”

Victoria picked up the box she was to deliver from off Ms. McKay’s desk. She was grateful that it hid her exposed front, as it was impossible to hold the coat closed and hold the box at the same time. As Victoria started to leave the office, Ms. McKay called to her again.

“Victoria, do not forget your outfit for tomorrow.”

Victoria looked down and saw the bag on the floor. She looked back at her counselor, but the woman gave no indication that she planned to help. Still holding the box, Victoria bent over and grasped the bag with two fingers. Ms McKay looked on; the girl’s ass was completely exposed, the fishnet stocking making it all the more tempting. Trish McKay considered for a moment, keeping the girl for a bit longer. Nevertheless, a plan was a plan and she knew she would get plenty of opportunities at the alluring Victoria.

Victoria hooked the bag and stood back up. She smiled briefly at her counselor and then headed back to the hallway. A few moments later and she was in her car and on her way to Saint Monica’s.

Trish picked up her phone after Victoria left. She quickly dialed the number from memory. It rang briefly and then a pleasant, but formal sounding woman answered.

“Good Afternoon, Saint Monica’s, this is Mistress Nord, how may I assist you?”

“Hi Helen, its Trish, how are you?” The voice softened

“Oh, I am well Ms. McKay, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you. I just wanted to call and let you know the girl in on her way.”
“Splendid, I look forward to working with her.”

“Well there is a slight change of plans.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I can assume that the Hazel sisters are still in residence.”

“Yes, but really, the Hazel sisters, that seems a bit…um shall we say extreme.”

“Perhaps, but I think it’s the right move.”
There was a silent pause on the other end

“Helen is there a problem?”

“No, Trish, no problem. The Hazel sister are a bit insatiable and remember the last Sappho girl we sent up there?”
“Yes, I recall, but I’m sure when you see Victoria, you’ll be sure to check in on her.”

“Now I am extremely curious. I think I will let Victoria be a surprise for the sisters. It will make it all the more fun, don’t you think?”
“Yes, just make sure she gets home sometime tonight. I don’t know what the situation is with the foster mother yet.”

“You have my word Ms. McKay.”
“Good, I will talk to you soon, good bye.” Trish did not wait for a response as she ended the call.

***

Victoria drove through the old gates and slowly drew he car along the gravel driveway. It wound through dense trees. When she arrived in front of Saint Monica’s she was surprised at the beauty of the gray stone building. She got out of her car and a cool breeze caught the small, white coat blowing it away from her body. The frosty air seemed to caress her nearly naked skin, as it slid across her breast and between her legs. For a moment, Victoria considered how wonderful it would feel to strip off the tight coat and stand naked in the soft breeze.

She quickly dismissed the thought and pulled the jacket back around her. Cautiously she reached back into the car and withdrew the box she was to deliver to Ms. Nord.  Holding the box firmly in front of her, trying to maximize the coverage it provided, Victoria used her hip to close the car door. She made her way around the car and climbed the stone stairs to the big wooden doors that marked the building’s entrance. When she reached the top of the stairs, she realized that she could not knock with her hands full. She was about to put the box down, when she noticed a doorbell to the left of the doors. With the box in front of her, it was difficult to locate the button with her finger. She knew it would be easier just to put down the damn box, but she didn’t want to be caught bending over again to pick it up after she rang the bell. Determined to hold the box and press the button, Victoria slid over to the left of the button so she could get a better view.  She found that by leaning against the wall, she could prop the box for a moment and hit the button. When she did, there was a loud chime from inside the building, marking both her arrival and success.

Victoria stepped away from the wall and walked to the doors again. Something caught and the box nearly slipped from her hands. She tried to turn, but something was not right. As the front door slowly open, Victoria realized what had happened. When she leaned against the wall, the coat had caught on an old nail. The entre left side of the coat was now pulled tight between her and the wall. Victoria was trapped and the door was opening all the way now.

A tall, stately looking woman stood in the doorway. Her gray hair pulled up in a tight bun, she was dressed in a dark suit.

“You must be Victoria,” she said with a slight European accent.

“Um, yes ma’am .”
“Well please do come in.”

“I seem to be stuck, Ms. Nord.”

“Stuck? Whatever do you mean child?”
“My coat, it seems to be caught on a nail.”

“Oh dear, well let me see if I can help.”
“If you would just take this box, I’m sure I could get free.”

“I’m sorry Victoria; I have terrible arthritis in my back and can’t lift anything heavier than a spoon.” The woman lied. “But not worry, I’ll have you unhooked in a second.”

Victoria expected the woman to walk around her and pull the coat from the nail. Instead, Ms. Nord drew closer.

“Now let me see what we have here.” The woman reached between Victoria and the box. An old, but smooth hand ran across Victoria’s breasts, the palm rubbing each nipple.

“I can’t reach it this way,” Ms. Nord chuckled. The hand returned, again lightly rubbing Victoria’s hard nipples. “I tell you what, dearie’, let’s just slide your arm out of the coat and then we can unhook you.”

“No really, Ms. Nord, if you just walk around…”

“Do not give me orders you little bitch!” The ferocity of Ms. Nord’s tone was so unexpected, Victoria immediately shut her mouth.

“That’s better. Now do as I say. Here I will steady the box while you pull your right arm out of this side of the coat.”

Victoria did as she was told. With some effort, the coat fell off her shoulder and now it hung between the nail and the arm still holding the box.

“Excellent. Now let’s have another try.”
This time, Ms. Nord did step behind her. Victoria was humiliated standing half-naked on the steps of a home for the elderly. In the dark interior of the building, she imagined she saw faces peering out at her.

Suddenly she felt hands on her buttocks.

“I think with a little pull, I can get that coat free,” the woman said in almost a whisper in Victoria’s ear. The hands, however, did not pull, but instead slowly snaked around Victoria’s waist. One hand slid upwards and cupped her breast, squeezing firmly. The other hand slid downwards, a finger slid between the fishnet and settled on Victoria’s hard clit.

Victoria was stunned. The old woman meant to masturbate her right here in the open. The finger worked in small circles around Victoria’s clit. Victoria’s mind began to cloud as the expert manipulation brought her towards orgasm. She didn’t care where she was or who saw her, as long as she got the release she had been denied earlier.

Just as her orgasm began to crest, Ms. Nord yelled, “I got it!” The coat fell free and Ms. Nord stepped away from Victoria. Denied a second time, Victoria almost screamed in frustration.

“Now, that you’re free, please come in and we can get these things where they belong. And by the way, thank you for returning our coat. I am not sure how it wound up there at Sappho, but we are on a very tight budget and cannot afford to waste precious resources.

Still reeling from her denied orgasm, Victoria was not certain as to what Ms. Nord referred. She followed the woman into the dim interior of a large foyer. The place was quiet and the stonewalls were painted a dull gray. Down the hall, Victoria again thought she saw a face peering out of the doom.

“Okay, for now you can put the box on that console table.” Ms. Nord instructed.

Victoria did as she was told and immediately pulled the coat around her. It was still hanging from one arm, so she wrapped the other side across her breasts, best that she could.

“Perfect. The coat now please,” Ms. Nord said with her hand extended.

“T-this coat?”

“Yes, it is the property of Saint Monica’s. Look inside if you don’t believe me.”
Victoria did and saw that stitched on the inside were the words, Saint Monica’s.

“Hurry now, young lady. I need to have the coat stitched and ironed, since you have damaged it.”

Ms. Nord took a small bell from her suit and rang it three times. From a doorway off the foyer, an elderly heavyset black woman appeared. She also wore a dark suit, her ample breast barely contained in the fabric.

“Ms. Benson, please take the smock from Victoria. It needs to be stitched and ironed.”

The woman glared at Victoria, hand on her hip.

As Victoria removed the jacket, the two women made no secret of their inspection of the girl’s fishnet clad body. Victoria felt flushed with embarrassment. She was now standing in the foyer in just a body stocking. Her nipples, uncomfortably stiff in the cool air, as the two women looked her up and down.

“Very well, Ms Benson, you can go now. Victoria, I need you to take the box up to the fifth floor and set it in the Hazel sisters’ room.”

“Could I get something to wear? Perhaps you have another smock I could borrow?”
“I most certainly cannot have you ruining another smock. Besides, you look fine. It is really too dark in here for anyone to see you and most of the residents, including the Hazel sisters are half-blind. Now hurry along, I haven’t all day.”

Victoria retrieved the box again and found the staircase at the end of the dimly lit hallway. She decided it would be quicker if she took her shoes off. Kicking them free, she made her way to the fifth floor.

At the top of the landing there was only one door. Adjusting the box in her right arm, she used her left hand to knock. She heard muffled whispers followed by cackling from the other side of the door. Nervous, she was tempted to just place the box on the floor and make her escape. She waited a moment too long and the door slowly opened a crack. One watery eye peered out at her and then the door swung open.

Beyond the door, there were three almost identical old women. They were all about Victoria’s height and clothed in coarse wool dresses. They had long, unruly gray hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while. A wrinkled hook reached out and took Victoria by the wrist. With a surprising degree of strength for an old woman, Victoria was pulled into the large room.

The old women immediately surrounded Victoria as the door slowly closed behind her.

“My, my sooo pretty. What is your name?” One of the crones asked.

“I’m Victoria,” she said trying to sound normal even though she was clad in only a fishnet stocking. Victoria hoped that these women were as blind as Ms. Nord had suggested.

“Well my name in Wanda,” the woman who had asked her name responded. “This is my sister, Wendy and our sister Wilma.” Victoria didn’t know which sisters were which but she nodded and smiled to be polite.

“Such a lovely present,” Wilma or Wendy said.

“Oh yes, Ms. Nord asked me to bring it up.”

“Did she? How nice. Did she say anything else?” Wanda asked.

Victoria had hoped to just leave the box and go home, but now that the woman asked, she could not lie.

“Well she said I should help you in any way I can.”

“Perrrfect, so we get two presents. The box and a lovely girl,” the other sister said.

“Yes, well I don’t want to be rude…”

“Then don’t be.” Wanda said. The quality of her voice changed just enough so that Victoria could imagine that maybe she was not such a sweet old woman after all.

“Oh don’t be so rough Wanda,” the sister on Victoria’s right said. As she did, she softly rubbed Victoria’s bottom. “Wilma, have you ever felt such material?” she asked. Although Victoria was startled by the sudden touch, at least she knew who was who now.

Wilma added her hand to Victoria’s ass and rubbed slowly.

“It reminds me of Father’s fishing net Wendy.”

“Yes, yes it does.”

“Why don’t you put that box down on the dresser so we can see what is inside,” Wanda instructed.

Victoria, eager to move away from the hands exploring her behind quickly complied. It was only after she placed it on the dresser and turned around that she realized her mistake. Now she was completely exposed to the old crones. The three women were immediately at her sides again.

“Tell me, what kind of suit is this?” Wendy asked. She gently fingered the material at the top of Victoria’s chest.

“I-I think they call it fishnet.”
The three women cackled with joy

“I told you,” Wilma crowed. “But it doesn’t seem like much to wear,” she said as she placed her own hand on Victoria’s belly.

“Look Wilma,” Wendy added, “it seems so uncomfortable the way her nipples are trapped.” Wendy reached out and tweaked Victoria’s right nipple.
“Aww,” Victoria gasped both from the surprise and from the sensation.

“Now ladies,” Wanda interjected,” before we get too familiar with our guest, remember she is here to help us.”

Victoria was relieved and hopeful that whatever task she completed would distract these women from their current course of exploration.

“Is there anything she can help us do, that maybe we are too old to do ourselves?” The two sisters were quiet for a moment.

“Wilma, what about Trixie?” Wanda asked.

Wilma looked confused, even in the dim light and then a large smile spread across her face.

“Yes, Yes Yes, of course, Trixie. She can help me get Trixie back.”
Wanda looked at Victoria. “Would you be willing to help my sister get her cat Trixie back?”
“Of course,” Victoria said. Any excuse to leave the room, even if it meant running around outside in her current state it would be better than staying here with the three creepy women.

“I’ll just run out and find her,” Victoria said as she tried to move towards the door. Wendy’s finger’s that had been absently tweaking her nipple suddenly clamped down.

“Ouch,” Victoria gasped.

“I’m sorry,” Wendy said, but she kept her grip. “It’s just that the cat isn’t outside, it’s hiding in the cubby.”
“The cubby?”

“Yes, let us show you.” Wendy began pulling Victoria along by her nipple.

The three women corralled her over to the far wall and pointed to a small doorway in the wall. The door looked no bigger than a foot and a half wide. There was a soft red glow from the inside but from her standing position, Victoria could see nothing else.

“You see,” Wanda said. “Trixie loves to go and hide in the cubby, but then she is too afraid to come out and we are too old to go in and get her. But you are young and small, so you’ll do just fine.”

Victoria hesitated. She didn’t think she would fit through the door and did not want to crawl into some dirty old hole in the wall.

“I don’t know,” she said but with no real conviction.

“You must, you must,” Wilma began to chant like a child.

“Please do,” Wendy said in a pleasant tone and she released Victoria’s sore nipple. “My sister is so lonely without her Trixie and we are too old to be sad.”
Victoria saw no other option. “Okay I will try.”

The little doorway wasn’t really a door at all; it was a square hole in the wall about a foot off the floor. As Victoria kneeled down she could see more of the red light and somewhere at the back of a short passage a dark object that could have been the car. Again she was fully aware of how exposed she was in the fishnet body stocking. She was hopeful that the dim light in the room would hide most of her from the old crone’s sight. She reminded herself to keep her legs together when she attempted to get the cat.

The three old women spoke words of encouragement as Victoria suck first her head through the small opening. Judging from the clearance on each side she thought it just might be possible for her to slide into the passageway. At least far enough to reach the cat that sat unmoving at the end.

After her head had cleared the doorway, she brought her right arm in. The walls of the doorway caught her uncomfortably on her right side. She was having second thoughts about her ability to get inside. Outside the door, her breast hung against the fishnet stocking. The crisscross of threads pushed against her areoles and her nipples hardened.

Slowly, she brought in her left arm, hoping she could pull the rest of herself inside. A moment too late she realized it was a mistake. With both her arms now stretched out in front of her, the walls of the doorway were pushed tight against her sides.  She tried to pull herself forward, but below her breasts caught on the bottom of the door and she could not move. She tried to pull herself back out, but could not get enough traction to free herself and her arms took up all the free space she had used to get in.

“Help” she called out to the three women.

“Help? One of them asked. “Did you get Trixie?”
“I can’t,” Victoria said. “I’m stuck and the stupid cat is too far away.” Her fear had given rise to momentary anger. The minute the word “stupid” was out, she knew it had been a mistake.

Whack. A hand crashed down on her buttocks and Victoria let out a yelp.

“Don’t you call Trixie stupid, you bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Victoria called out. “It’s just that I’m stuck and I got scared.”

“Are you sure you are stuck?” It was Wanda. “Try again.”

Victoria struggled, but it seemed the more she did the tighter the doorway slipped around her.

“Please,” she called. “Please pull me out.”

Suddenly there were six hands on her body.  Much to her dismay, they didn’t seem to be helping her situation. Fingers explored her nipples, and then began to softly twist each to hardness. Victoria shuddered with pleasure.

Another hand tried to slide between her legs, but she kept them tightly closed. That seemed to work as the hands left her and slowly slid up her back.

When the hands reached to top of the body stocking she heard Wanda call out, “Okay Honey we are going to all pull together.”

Grateful, Victoria called out her thanks.

The hands grasped the top of the body stocking.

“Noooo” Victoria yelled, but it was too late.

The three sets of hands all yanked at once and she felt the body stocking being ripped from her body. Now she was completely naked.

“I’m sorry,” one of the sisters called. That didn’t seem to work at all. We will find something to hold on to.”

With that, the six hands returned to her naked flesh. The old women rubbed and stroked her body and Victoria was powerless to defend herself. Her breast, now fully exposed hung freely. Two hands cupped her breasts and milked them. Fingers again found her hard, sensitive nipples, pulled, and stroked. Victoria felt herself growing wet.

Another hand reached under her and slid down her firm belly. The hand found her smooth pubic area and one finger slid against her moist crack.

She felt fingers prying her buttocks apart. She was humiliated to be spread open by one of the old woman. The humiliation passed when something warm and wet lightly teased her anus. Victoria moaned and heard one of the woman cackle.

“Ohhh, she likes that Wanda.”

The sensations on her nipples and anus caused Victoria to forget about keeping her legs tight. The hand underneath her easily spread her soft thighs and then the fingers explored her wet pussy in earnest.

Victoria felt the fingers effortlessly spread her lips. Then a set of fingers found her clitoris. They pulled and stroked it until it was hard and erect. Then the fingers seemed to pinch it and pull.

The manipulation was too much. Victoria began to shake as a powerful orgasm approached. She had been denied twice that day and it had built up in her.  Now the pulling and twisting of her clit, the soft wet exploration of her anus and the hands at her breasts were quickly driving her to the edge.

Her shaking turned to near spasms.

“Ahh, ahhh, ahhh” she called out.

The women, masters at this game, knew the young girl was close. They increased their manipulations and drove her over the top.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Victoria cried as her body was wracked with orgasm.

Finally relieved she nearly passed out. The hands continued to slowly stroke her and she figured now that the women had, had their way they would let her out.

Suddenly, the stroking hands became wet, swirling tongues.

“P-p-please…n-no,” Victoria whimpered. It was no use. The tongues worked her body. A mouth found one breast, sucked, and played with her nipple. A second mouth found the other and lightly bit her nipple.

Her legs were spread wider. She felt cool air on her still hot sex. Then a mouth engulfed her vagina. The ferocity in which it licked and sucked her was unbearable. Victoria again felt an orgasm approaching. A long thin finger slid into her anus. Victoria gasped, but then the mouth was on her sex again and she was lost in the sensation.

“Uggg, uggg, uggg , ahhh” The ecstasy was too much and she bucked wildly in orgasm.

This time she did pass out.

When she awoke, she was lying on a bed in a dimly lit room. She was naked on her back and there was a coarse blanket beneath her. Her arms and legs felt stiff almost paralyzed. She tried to move them but they would not. Concerned she tried to sit up but her arms were stuck. Victoria managed to move her head. She was tied, her arms and legs spread eagle on an old bed. She heard giggling and looked around the dark room.

Three candles were lit and in the dancing light, she saw the three old crones.  They set there candles around the bed and she saw that they were all naked. Their faces looked old, but their bodies looked young and firm.

They each held long feathers in their hands. Before she could consider what they meant to do, the women began to run the feathers over her naked body. The sensation tickled and yet it was erotic. They continued to stroke her body and it drove her crazy.

One of the women took a feather and slid it between Victoria’s legs. She found Victoria’s clit and stroked it. The feather seemed to have a life of its own. It felt alive on her clit, like a thousand little fingers. Another orgasm was building.

The three women discarded the feathers. They all brought their hands to Victoria’s pussy. Suddenly there were fingers inside her. The women all laughed as they filled her with their fingers. Moving and thrusting and twisting them.

“Uh, uh, uh, AAAAAAAAh” Victoria screamed as a powerful wave rolled over her. Again she bucked with pleasure, straining against her bonds. As the orgasm subsided, her body covered in a fine layer of perspiration felt warm but exhausted.

The women surrounded her and stroked her body.

“Oh p-p-please n-n-o more,” she whimpered.

The women just laughed as they continued to stroke her.

“Do you want us to stop?” Wanda softly cooed.

“Y-yes, I c-can’t take anymore,” Victoria said

“Okay, we will give you a rest from Us.”

Victoria heard the sound of a small bell ring. The bedroom door swung open and light spilled into the room exposing her tied, naked body. The light was suddenly blocked out. Several old women entered the room. They all work old worn nightgowns. Victoria recoiled as she saw the expressions of lust and hunger on their faces. Eight or nine women approached her on the bed. Their hands went hungrily to her body, stroking and exploring. Two skinny old ladies found her proud firm breasts at the same time. They licked and sucked her nipples.

Their heads blocked her view, but it felt like a hundred hands were on her body. She felt fingers entering her and someone was rubbing her clit. Again, her body reacted. She would not have believed there was anything left in her, but another orgasm rose.

Victoria was panting. The women worked her naked body over and over. One orgasm quickly led to another, until they were almost painful.

The hands on her pussy suddenly fell away and there was a quiet hush in the room. The women on her breasts sat up and Victoria’s legs were untied. She looked up and saw standing at the end of the bed the black assistant, Ms. Benson.

Two of the women grabbed Victoria’s ankles and pulled them back so that she had to raise her knees. Spread before Ms. Benson, the black woman leaned over. She drove three fingers into the helpless naked girl and began to thrust them in and out quickly. Victoria shuddered.

Ms. Benson lubricated two fingers on her other hand. She drove these into Victoria’s ass. The woman worked her fingers in and out of both holes. One of the other women, a large fat woman with a moon face began to flick Victoria’s clit back and forth. The two women returned to her nipples but now they bit and pulled them with their teeth.

Victoria exploded with a powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed on the bed, but Ms. Benson continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Victoria’s pussy and anus. A second orgasm ripped through her.

Victoria screamed and passed out again.

When she woke, she was cold. It felt like a cold wave was washing over her. She opened her eyes and saw the starlit night sky. She sat up, her ropes and the room was gone. Her backyard replaced it. Naked, she was sitting in the cold night air just outside her house.

She stood up and walked to the back door. The lights were on in the kitchen. She had no idea how she was to explain this if someone was up. As she approached the door she heard several voices from inside. They sounded young. She hoped it wasn’t her foster sister.

As she peered through the window, a dread settled over her. Sitting at the kitchen table was her foster mother, foster sister, and two of her sister’s friends.

Without any choice, Victoria grabbed the handle and turned the knob. Naked she stepped into the kitchen.

Sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter written, life can get busy. For this chapter I borrowed a few themes from my two favorite writers – Saint Monica’s and the whole “getting stuck” dilemma that appeared in the Nanny.

Hope those of you who have faithfully followed along enjoyed this chapter.