Lisa got more than she asked for 3
I was woken up by a cruel pinch from both of my babysitters, that's what they
called themselves.
"Hey, we've got to find out more about them" Sam enthusiastically suggested.
First I thought, I was still dreaming, but soon, it hit me, that this was real.
The two boys, Sam and Carl were playing with me, as if I were not, what I was, a
28-year-old woman. They had made me fear meeting them, and I had to do whatever
they told me. I was to be their plaything and they were not really reserved at
that. Sam, and Carl liked me to feel myself humiliated and they loved their
power over me. I knew, that they found, what every boy wants, a woman, who does
whatever they want her to. I did not know any more. If it was for the blackmail,
why was I so reluctant. Was it, because I got hot several times, when they made
me do tricks for them. And I knew, they thought, it was turning me on.
These were my thoughts, when I was told to kneel on the bed, as they probed my
breasts, squeezing them, kneading them and then to my shame, milking them. "Do
you know the sound, cows make", Carl glared at me, when he said this, " we can't
hear our silly cow, so come on, try to make us happy!" Red faced I tried to
"Muuuuh" for them, from what they took a lot of pleasure. When they were
finished, my breasts were red all over. "Make us some breakfast, baby Lisa!" Sam
told me, slapping me on my diaper clad pussy. "It's still some time, until our
parents will come back."
In their kitchen I made a very fine breakfast, hoping, that if they liked it,
they wouldn't be so mean to me. I only wondered, why I had to warm up so much
milk. From time to time, it came up to me, that I was cooking there, nude,
because I had no choice, and I was to be nude until those two brats would give
me something to cover. I still felt their rather small hands on my body,
reminding me of my helpless state.
I had to focus on something else, because I was getting horny again, what did
they have in charge for me next. Carl interrupted my thoughts, when he entered
the kitchen, saying: "Hey naked butt, did you make us something, that tastes
good, or are you stupid at cooking, too?" Embarrassed, I asked the 13! Year old:
"Please, may I have my clothes back. I really suffer from being naked in front
of you." I did not dare to cover myself with my hands, as I said that. I hoped,
that if I were honest and reluctant, he would have mercy. But when I was
finished, he burst out into laughter: "Oh, how sweet you are, but you are
wearing something, that suits you. And now I tell you something, you'd better
use that diaper, in the way it is meant to be used. We wanna see some 'results'.
And you should rather do, as I tell you!"
Leaving me alone in the kitchen, I slowly realized, what this boy demanded from
me. (Oh god, they would inspect, the diaper, and would only be satisfied, if I
urinated in it. This was so shameful, I had to show them everything, even things
I wouldn't have shown one of the boyfriends, I had so far. I just wanted to run
and hide, but to my humiliation I was hot again, I could not believe it.
Just when I entered, clad only in the diaper, Sam taunted me: So have you
already fulfilled your task? Have you pissed in that diaper, my little one?" I
just sank my head to the shame and mumbled a no. "So you better lie on our table
and try to be finished with it, before we're finished with breakfast." As I
placed myself on the table, they handed me a feeding bottle, to encourage me.
(OH my, I won't get through this!!!)
There I was now, their little baby, having to soak a diaper, they told me to
wear, for those young boys fun, nude except for that humiliating garment, and
sucking on a feeding bottle. Carl and Sam had problems with eating their
breakfast, as they could not stop laughing about me, slapping my thighs and my
tits once and again. And I was very concerned, what would happen, if I did not
make my diaper wet, until they finished their meal. I tried so hard, sucking
loud on my milk, and finally I felt a warm liquid between my legs. They
certainly knew, how to humiliate me, and I thought, that it was really perfect,
that from all those kids, I found two of their age, which were much too
inventive, for my taste.
"Look she's pissed, that pig!" Carl realized. Now I was totally embarrassed.
"How can you be such a baby, I think she should keep wearing it to remind her.
"No, please, take it away. I can't stand that feeling. Please!" "So what you're
gonna do, if we don't allow you?" Carl asked me. Self-conscious I stayed silent,
and became more and more aroused.
So with feeling the wetness between my legs I had to clean the dining room and
wash the dishes. After half an hour, I was ready, with them watching me and
laughing at me. If I did not think about my state, they reminded me, with their
jokes.
When I was finished, I had to follow them into their backyard, cutting of my
concern about being seen by the neighbors with some smacks on my backside.
Worrying, if I would be seen, I had to lie own on the grass for them to open the
diaper. "Ohh, how she stinks" they added to my shame, as they looked at my pussy
between my spread legs. "I know, how to get her clean" Sam informed Carl and
soon returned with a used toilet-brush and the hose for the garden. "Oh, not
with that, can't you use something else? Please not!" I cried. Then I shrieked,
because of the cold water, that he shot at my pussy and tears I cried, when they
used the brush cruelly on my sensitive flesh.
After that torment, I curled up like a baby and they left me to get something. I
was too exhausted to think about what they had in mind. I just laid there,
wondering if the boys realized, that between my cries and sobs I had come to
orgasm, and it was the heaviest I ever had, despite my deep humiliation.
When they returned after half an hour, in-between I had to lie spread-eagled in
the grass, feeling the soft wind all over my body, they were still laughing from
how they treated me. Carl asked me, if my pussy was hurting, because they had
forced that ugly toilet brush inside and I had kept it in there. The thought of
having old urine of a whole family inside me made me shiver in disgust, but it
was also making me hot, because this thing inside me degraded me to their
delight, and even more now, as I had to face their mocking faces. They did not
say a word about my orgasm, but they had known, that wetness in my pussy means
arousal, so I did not know, if they knew, but I felt even more vulnerable
because of that not- knowing.
"Wet again?" Carl asked me "or is it just piss? I think you just can't control
yourself, you baby!" That was it. To the ultimate humiliation of what he had
just said now, I came again with a scream, and from their laughter I knew they
were exactly knowing, what was going on.
Was that me, who reacted to them that way, now I knew I craved for more, I knew,
that I wanted those two children to treat me like shit. And I knew they regarded
me as a treasure, a treasure to play with, as they wanted. For the time of my
orgasm, I was so motivated for their plans with me (please degrade me more), but
as it vanished, my thoughts made me shake with humiliation.
Was I really that sluttish, and even worse, did I want to behave myself like
that for those two cruel brats.
But they did not let me wait to long. Still feeling my orgasm, Sam rubbed the
dirty sole of his shoe against my pussy and Carl held one of his over my head:
Harshly Carl told me: "One you hump, one you lick. And because you love the
taste so much, we've pissed on them, and you better swallow all of it!"
Later I thought, that I perhaps would have had the courage to say no, but at
that time I was in my own world of humiliation and arousal.
I licked the piss- tasting shoe clean, as I pressed my pussy against the other
shoe, until I came the third time. My head was still spinning, when Sam took of
his shoe and laughing told me to lick up the mess, that I had made, from it.
They left and told me to follow, when I was ready.
With every minute I felt more and more sick at what had just happened. Why had
those little nerds the ability to make it worse, when I did not think, it could
get worse anymore?
Finally I thought the shoe was clean enough for them to be satisfied, so I got
inside. I found them stuck to their computer.
They showed me the photos, they made today and yesterday evening, when I was
"babysitting" them and I gasped in shame at what I saw. How could I have let
this! happen.
Sam left and came back with my clothes, threw them in my face, and told me,
their parents had just arrived.
Before letting me get into them, Carl inserted Captain Kirk in my pussy, and he
had to stay there until I left.
I was downstairs with the boys, just when the front door opened. "Hello" Mr.
Peters greeted us "we're back. Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked "Yes, very
much!" Carl said. And, so that only Carl and me heard it, Sam added: "and our
baby 3 times." I blushed, as they smiled towards me.
Twenty minutes late I left, assuring that I would love to go camping with the
boys in the woods, as they needed an adult with them, and because I was still on
holidays. (and all the time I could feel "Captain Kirk" inside of my pussy.)
Before I left I had to assure the boys in front of their parents, that we would
have a lot of fun next weekend.
